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had this thought ages ago and then then just remembered it again. happy finale everyone!
#this is a formal apology to lev ozdil. but also what other image am i going to use when it's what finally got this meme made#croaked morgan... finale daph... partners karadec... melon in general... sauna under the stairs soto... FINALE (hedgehog) OZ#i would have used morgan at the bar in 1x03 but there were no stills of her </3#also please note that daph is beautiful literally all the time just OUGHGHGGHHHHHHH women...#selena also has whatever nerves she's got under control but oh my god does this woman deserve to sit down w/ a strong drink once in a while#soto ily. u deserve whatever u want forever#all of them do <3 MWAH#high potential#morgan gillory#adam karadec#daphne forrester#lev ozdil#lev âozâ ozdil#selena soto#walter melon#lieutenant melon#every time i remember his name is walter melon i sigh but also whoever came up with that deserves a raise bc it also makes me giggle#mine
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sorry but laura and marisha acting their hearts out every week and giving us the queer performance of a lifetimeâŚ. with the love AND the drama AND angst AND occasional fluffâŚâŚ.. literally roleplaying themselves to TEARS because they care about these characters so much gets to me so bad. as a wlw whoâs lived through every iteration of queerbait and horribly shitty representation it just feels so good getting to watch imodna get together mid-campaign and not just at the very end so we get to watch them GROW with each other and NOT BE PERFECT and have ISSUES that come with their whole end-of-the-world thing but trying their very best to work them out because they want nothing more than the other to be happy and safeâŚâŚâŚâŚ. yeah iâm never going to be the same again.
#theyâve raised the bar for me forever i honestly have no idea what could ever top them#and knowing that marisha and laura care so much is just so special. they KNOW how much this means to people and to themselves too!!!!#watching imodna interact every week is such a fucking treat and i donât know how iâm gonna deal when c3 is over#imodna#imogen temult#laudna#critical role#bells hells#critical role spoilers#bells hells spoilers#cr spoilers#laura bailey#marisha ray
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I FUCKING LVOE COHNTRY MUSIC SO FUCKING MUCH FUCLKKâŚ..
#in another life i am a cowboy. lit the second iâm done w college im fucking off to wyoming you will never see me again#i miss u bar J wranglersâŚ.. me n my mom were raised on them they were so good in personâŚ..#(voice of guy whoâs mom named him after yellowstone landmarks) âi love yellowstone so muchâŚâŚ#i love my irl/legal name so much. yes vixen is my brand but hayden valley u will forever be famous 2 me
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#bruce springsteen songs that are over 3 minutes i will love you FOREVER#also i have a lot of music links to post so expect those iâve been saving links to posts in my drafts#been thinking of starting a queue but not too keen on it#sometimes the music just comes to me and i gotta post it during a certain hour or something. wonât elaborate further bc u will all think iâm#going up the wall#ANYWAY. human touch#bruce springsteen girl you have done it again constantly raising the bar for all of us#new jersey should like give him the key to the state or whatever idk if we do that#bruce springsteen#my text#Spotify
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â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë Satoru Gojo Long Fics Ëŕ¨ŕ§â Ë・â
All of my Satoru Gojo fics over 20k
Time after Time- Finished- Wc: 103k- (Ao3) CEO Gojo x fem assistant reader, you're his lead assistant and you put in your two weeks notice, because your boss is a grade A ASS- so Satoru Gojo pulls out ALL the stops to keep you. Is he who you thought he was, or more? Smutty/fun/sweet - my first Gojo fic
Take Me Home Tonight - Finished-Wc: 136k- law professor Gojo/x law student (A03) you hook up with a sexy white haired man at a club after passing your bar, only to be in his class two months later!?!? How can you handle falling in love with your professor, and can you both keep this a secret? Very witty/lots of banter, law setting-smutty and sweet
Fractured Desires - Finished- explicit- wc 95k (angsty/ toxic/smutfest) Ao3 You're Suguru Geto's girlfriend, and he decides to 'share you'- which becomes a fkn MESS, when you find out that Satoru has wanted you all along, and Suguru isn't who you think he is. (Starts off as Sugu/reader- Extremely explicit-yandere asf, Evil suguru, psycho Gojo)
Silent Serenades - Finished- wc 152k - You are promised to marry the handsome Duke Gojo, you're the diamond of the season, after all. Only thing is, he HATES you, and has no intention of being faithful. Now you're stuck in a loveless marriage that eats you from within, but you won't let him break you down. Angsty arranged marriage AU, love triangle, toxic- set in the 1800s- cruel Duke Gojo- AO3
Healing Hearts -Dr. Gojo/intern-ongoing- 64k You're an exhausted intern, living with your three friends, Maki, Toge and Yuuta, and you just so happen to be Dr. Gojo's intern. - or as you soon call him 'Dr. Hojo' he seems perfect, but he's hiding a dark secret. The two of you couldn't be more different, is there any hope? Hospital setting - angsty Ao3
Took You Like a Shot - You and Satoru Gojo (fratboy/fuckboi Gojo) have been rivals for all of college, right up until the last day of school, where you end up under him and... pregnant somehow!? shit. But have you two actually hated each other, or are you both lying to yourselves? Can a party boy raise a kid? WC- 27k - gonna be emotional and has a lot of humor/pregnant reader Ao3
Losing Control Now- Mafia AU, notorious mobster Satoru Gojo becomes obsessed with you, the pretty bartender at his favorite club- but he finds you have your own secrets, threats to your life, and plans to save you at all costs. Lots of smut, Satoru being obsessed, mafia themes - explicit - ongoing-22.5k Ao3
Baby You're a Star - you meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, the two of you hit it off, but he is the top pornstar there is. You don't sleep around, soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!?- explicit- ongoing 20k Ao3
Mini Series
Would you come with me? -You have been Satoru's best friend forever, and one day he asks you a really big favor- marry him. But have you been in love all along!? Three parts, fluffy and hella smutty, friends to lovers- Finished- three parts 22k Ao3
Just Friends!? - Nerdjo x popular reader- based on the movie 'Just Friends'- Satoru left his old life behind, leaving town, moving to the big city of LA- Everything about him is different, aside from those pretty blue eyes and the sweet grin, but is he still your sweet best friend deep down?- ongoing- 17k Ao3
Escort Gojo Mini Series- You're a rich CEO who hires a handsome escort, with a five star rating, who has one rule- no kissing. But will he break this rule? cute/sweet and light angst. WC- 9.5k

ŕ¨ŕ§Ë Satoru Gojo Oneshots Ëŕ¨ŕ§
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë Satoru Gojo Drabbles/ Headcanons Ëŕ¨ŕ§
#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#divider by cafekitsune#gojo x reader#jjk smut#gojo smut#jjk x reader#satoru x reader#jjk masterlist#gojo masterlist#satoru LONG fics#finished gojo fics#jujustu kaisen#jjk gojo
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nerdjo! who whines while heâs tutoring you. itâs been thirty five minutes and youâve gotten through two problems, he reminds you. but you wonât stop changing the topic, or poking at his arm, or brushing his hair from off his glasses.
nerdjo! who begs you to stay up til midnight when you have a nine am lecture the next day so you can watch a new episode of his favorite, albeit lame, show with him because he wants to share it with you.
nerdjo! who, instead of bars, takes you to museums. he doesnât act prissâ he still laughs loudly at your jokes, he still slings an arm around your shoulder and tugs you along like youâre aloneâ but he does go into extensive detail when he sees an artifact heâs studied before or an art piece he looked up because it reminded him of you.
nerdjo! who calms you down when you have a big assignment coming up and insists on helping you with it (free of charge). he buys any supplies you may need, listens to you explain what you want to do with it, and compiles a step by step plan for how to achieve your goal as soon as possible.
nerdjo! who builds you lego flowers. call him lame, call him a child, but theyâre forever! he says. he puts all but one together by himself and saves the very last one for you to do together, so the memory will last too.
nerdjo! who begs you to come with him to his optometrist appointment so he can make sure you still think heâs cute with his new frames. he wants to branch out, explore, switch it upâ but heâs deathly afraid youâll find him any less than handsome. he loves to impress you.
nerdjo! who knows youâre attracted to him. he knows heâs attractive as is, heâs not insecure about his looks. heâs an observant man, he knows what he does that makes you squeamish and he profits on it.
nerdjo! who pushes his glasses up while looking at you with two fingers. who tugs on ties he wears to interviews with one hand while he presses the other to your hip. who yanks his fingers through his hair and holds it in the air for just a second too long so you can see the way his eyes shine.
nerdjo! who, while he may be a nerd, radiates a confidence to him. that confidence shines through in moments like this, with his hands pushing your hips down as you desperately try to raise them.
nerdjo! who knows what heâs doing. his tongue is as precise as he is in between your thighs, lapping up at the sheer slick that covers you. heâs good at facts and memorization, so heâs memorized exactly when to flatten his tongue nice and slow and when to point it all fast like.
nerdjo! who moans when you do, rolling his hips into the bed as he continues dutifully. heâs obsessed. youâre everything, youâre the ground he walks on, youâre the hottest thing alive.
nerdjo! who has done this so many times itâs like religion to him. who is so used to your taste and your smell and the way you feel and it never gets old. andâ no matter how many times he has been here, no matter how long he can last, no matter how little heâs being touchedâŚ
nerdjo! who cums in his pants more than half the time when he goes down on you. his whines vibrate against your clit, muffled by you dripping cunt.
nerdjo! who blushes a pink red, buries his face into your thigh, raises the pitch in his voice as he goes âcouldnât help it, baby, youâre so pretty⌠can i still fuck you?â
#nerdjo#nerdjo x reader#gojo x reader#gojo smut#gojo drabble#satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#gojo headcanons#gojo drabbles#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru smut#satoru smut#nerdjo smut#gojo fluff#satoru gojo x reader#yes this is mid
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When Simon kissed you goodbye and watched you excitedly rush to your friendâs car, he already knew that at some point that evening, heâd get a call from a fairly drunk you. What he didnât expect though, was for that call to come from inside the police station.
âSimon? Simon, can you hear-,â your drunken giggles interrupted you. âme?â Little did you know that when he heard the typical âThis is a call from xy police station. Do you accept the call?â, he had already put on his shoes and collected his car keys, rushing out of the house and to his truck.
âI can hear you love.â Your still joyful demeanor reassured him, but he still worried. âAre you okay? What happened?â In the background, he could hear the voices of you girlfriends, who sounded just as smashed as you. Another one of your giggles sounded through the phone, as you lowered your voice, trying to whisper, but it was pretty obvious that you were still loud enough to be heard. âI think-,â this time it was a hiccup that interrupted you. â-I think I did something bad.â Usually, Simonâs mind would immediately go to worst-case scenario, but you still sounded happy, so he managed to stay calm. Instead of panicking, he started the car and put you on speaker, pulling out of the driveway to make his way to the police station.
âIâll be there in five, pretty. Can you wait for me?â You sighed happily, and he could almost picture you leaning against the wall and twirling your hair. âOh Si, Iâd wait forever for you.â He chuckled, and signed off with a quick âI love youâ, before hanging up. Three minutes later, he walked into the brightly lit building and up to the front desk, seeing a familiar cop. As soon as Matt saw Simon, he just chuckled.
âAssumed she was yours. Kept talking about her big, scary boyfriend.â Simon chuckled as he shook his mate's hand. âHow bad is it?â Matt shrugged and grabbed some keys leading Simon to the cells. âJust some public disturbance.â Simon nodded. âCharges?â âNah. Mainly picked them up to keep them from getting into real trouble.â
The moment you saw Simon walking toward you, you squealed and thrust your arms through the bars. âSiiiiiiimooooon!â The blonde could only roll his eyes with a smile as he watched you, impatiently waiting for Matt to open the door, before you rushed into your boyfriendâs arms. He pulled you in tightly, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. After a moment, you glanced up at him, a pout on your lips.
âWhatâs got you pouting, pretty?â You turned and glared at Matt. âHe took my tequila.â Matt raised his hands with a grin, shrugging before waving you two to follow him. âWell, we got more tequila at home.â Again you squealed, overjoyed that your drunken evening wasnât over just yet, but when Matt turned to look at Simon with a raised eyebrow, the blonde just mouthed back âwaterâ. The cop nodded with a grin, handing you a form, which you quickly signed before he handed over your personal items and bid you a good night.
As soon as you left the building, you rushed out ahead, leading to Simon quickly catching up and wrapping an arm tightly around your waist. He stirred you to his truck and quickly buckled you in, before jumping in the driverâs seat and pulling away.
âSoâŚwhat did you do?â He swatted at your hand as you tried to turn up the volume of the radio. You pouted again, before sitting up straight, raising your hand and grinning at him. âI plead the fifth!â Simon chuckled, glancing at you, before focusing back on the road. âYouâre in Britain, love. There ainât no fifth.â Immediately, you slouched back down, glaring at the road. âWell, thatâs bullshit.â
Before you knew it, Simon pulled into the driveway and helped you out of the car before gently leading you inside. You immediately tried to rush to the alcohol cabinet, but before you could, Simon pushed you to the bedroom. âBut my tequilaaaa.â He pushed you until you sat down on the bed. âYou change into your pjs and Iâll get you some tequila, okay?â You grinned and nodded, and Simon left the room, quickly filling a glass with water. On his way back, he picked up a bucket and some pain meds, planning to leave them on your nightstand.
But when he entered the bedroom again, he found you, half changed, and asleep. Still smiling, he sighed before putting everything down on your side of the bed. As gently as he could, he quickly changed you and wiped off your makeup, making sure you were as comfortable as possible, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. âSleep tight, love.â
A/N: Definitely did not write this while listening to "Plead the fifth" by Cooper Alan. I love that song.
#ghost#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#ghost fanfiction#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley fanfiction#ghost simon riley#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#cod#cod fanfiction#cod x reader
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friend is just a word



In which: youâre drunk off your ass and accidentally mistake formula one driver for a friend.
Pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader
warnings: excessive alcohol consumption, not proofreadđľâđŤ
an: TYSM FOR 600 FOLLOWERSđĽłđĽłđĽł

The music was blasting, light flares obstructing your vision while you tried to stumble back to your friends on weakening legs. The drink in your hand kissed the rim off the glass every now and then, but you hadnât spilt any of it.
Your shoulder bumped into another, and you went to apologize, but your thoughts were thrown off by his familiar face.
If his face was familiar, he had to be a friend. Right?
A hand of yours gripped onto his shoulder for stability. He eyed the hand with a raised brow, but neglected to verbally question it.
It felt like your brain was trying to communicate with you, but it couldnât penetrate the fog caused by the alcohol. âI didnât know you were here!â His brown hair flopped when he flinched away from you, your voice far too loud for his ears to bare. âHow have you been?! I feel like I havenât seen you in forever!â
âUh, good. I guess?â You didnât catch his nervous glances.
âThatâs amazing! You know, Iâve been meaning to tell you that I got that call back about the job with sky sports.â
He raised his brows in interest. âOh really? What for?â His head cocked to the side.
âA second interview! I didnât even know they did second interviews. I thought it was just one and done!â You laughed, an irregular high-pitched sound.
By now, Oscar was quite sure you werenât aware of who he really was. Just that you thought you knew him. âProbably so they know you wonât bother the drivers.â
You feigned offense. âWhat! I would never do such a thing!â
Ironic, Oscar thought, youâre kind of doing it right now. But he didnât really care. He actually found it kind of amusing.
He chuckled. âNo, Iâm sure youâd never bother them.â
You folded over in laughter. He didnât even know he said anything funny. âOh, you are too funny, Oscar!â You pretended to wipe a tear.
Strangely, that action mightâve brought you to your senses.
âPiastri.â Was the only word you spoke. It sat on the fringes of inaudible.
The panic that washed over your features was too humorous. He couldnât not grin.
And then you went white. âIâm so sorry. I thought- oh, god.â You hid your face behind your hand. âI did not mean to bother you. I thought you were one of my friends.â
Oscar only chuckled. âI figured. No worries. It was pretty funny to watch.â
Maybe, just maybe, a part of him was glad it was him and not some other random guy in the bar.
âIâm gonna- yeah Iâm gonna go back to my actually friends now.â You rambled. âSorry!â A squeak.
The conversation didnât end when you left, because then he had to return to his own party. Lando made fun of him for it.
âAwe! Osco finally found a girlfriend!â He teased, earning a head shake from Oscar.
âShe was just drunk.â He waved off.
But lando wouldnât let up. The whole night, he made off handed comments. He pointed her out anytime he saw her. And at one point,
âIâm gonna go talk to her. Be a wingman.â He flashed Oscar a toothy, mischievous grin and winked at him. Before Oscar could object, he was off.
You were laughing your ass off at something one of your friends said when a slightly slurred, British voice interjected. âHey girls!â He greeted the group, a bright smile, before turning his gaze to you. âHi.â He repeated, trying not to laugh at your overly shocked expression. âYou see that guy in the blue shirt? Yeah, he wants your number but is too much of a pussy to ask for it himself, so here I am.â He explained with copious amounts of amusement.
Your brain took a minute to catch up with him. âUh, uhm- yeah. Sure. I guess. Uh.â You scrambled to find something to write on and write with. âI have no paper.â
âRight.â Lando handed you his phone, open to the notes app. He couldnât stop grinning as your fingers fumbled to type in your number, and when he said his goodbyes, and when he returned to Oscar.
âGot it. You can thank me by making me your best man.â He shrugged, too cocky for how easy the situation was.
âYeah, whatever.â Oscar dismissed, but he took the number and saved it in his phone anyway.
He made a mental note to call you tomorrow, after your inevitable hangovers faded away.

#f1 x reader#f1#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#f1 blurb#f1 fluff#op81#f1 x you#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri one shot#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x fem!reader#oscar piastri blurb
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i see you (always, forever). - l.hs

synopsis. following your ex boyfriendâs sudden disappearance, lee heeseung seemingly enters your life at the perfect time.
pairing. stalker bf!heeseung x fem reader
genre. dark romance, smut, light humor.
word count. 6.1k+
warnings. swearing, obsessive behavior, stalking, brief mention of drink spiking (doesnât actually happen), mention of alcohol consumption, person held in captivity, mention of past infidelity, extremely brief mention of childbirth, smut [ consensual somno, oral (fem receiving), p in v, sex toy usage ]. this fic contains dark content and is not at all how i view these idols. minors and ageless blogs dni. 18+ content read at your own discretion.
featuring. hwang yeji & shin ryujin (itzy)
a/n. happy valentineâs day babies!! wanted to do something cute and light but i fear it just wasnât working out ⌠so this right here is for my dark romance girlies hehe enjoy! drew inspo from the television show âyouâ! shoutout to bae @yangkkomi for beta reading
Lee Heeseung has the worst case of separation anxiety when it comes to you.
The mere thought of being away from you for too long is enough to send him into a spiral, and you barely even realize the effect you had on him. His naturally clingy nature raised no concerns to you; in fact, you relish in his borderline unhealthy infatuation with you â seeing as your previous boyfriend of ten months disappeared on a random Tuesday afternoon, leaving nothing behind but a note claiming he needed to start a new life.
The week of Park Jongseongâs sudden disappearance was agonizing. Yes, he assured everyone he was okay and simply was moving onto a new chapter in his life, and that no one drove him to make such a rash decision, but something about the situation didnât sit well with you.
Jongseong wasnât impulsive in the slightest, and you would argue he was one of, if not the most, mature, level headed men youâve dated. He was distant at times which often felt unsettling, but had his reasonings and assured you he couldnât have been happier in the relationship. That was one of your favorite things about Jongseong, how he always knew just what to say to calm your nerves, and how he always had a rational explanation for everything.
Running away so suddenly was out of character for him, and a part of you feared that, despite the note left behind, there was something malicious going on that led to his disappearance.
Your older sister, Yeji, had just given birth and was in the midst of planning her wedding, while your parents deemed themselves as âtoo busy to deal with your issuesâ, leaving you to become a shell of yourself without having anyone to confide in. Days turned into weeks of you locking yourself in your apartment, typing your ex boyfriendâs name into the search bar over and over, hoping something new would pop up; but nothing ever did.
After a long, tiring day of Zoom meetings and doing more research on Jongseong, your eyes had begun to flutter shut when a knock on your front door wakes you. Expecting it to be your Doordash driver dropping off a greasy, million calorie cheeseburger and a can of soda, you yell out to leave it at the front door. The knocking persisted, and with a sigh, you dragged your feet all the way to the front door, certainly shocked at the man that stood before you.
You donât even give him the chance to explain himself before youâre asking, âWhy do you look familiar?â
He grins at you, absentmindedly drumming his fingers against the cardboard box in his hands. âUnless youâre a book lover we probably donât know each other; Iâm a manager of a bookstore downtown, Iâm there all the time.â
âIs it⌠Brookhaven? You guys have K-pop albums too, right?â
âBook-haven,â he corrects you with a polite nod, âand, yeah, we have albums. Have you been to the shop?â
âA few times.â You mumble, suddenly feeling very self conscious of your outfit choice. With the option to have your camera off during the Zoom meetings, you felt no desire to get dressed for the day, opting to work in your oversized sweatshirt and sleep shorts.Â
The unnamed man wore casual clothing â a grey North Face jacket atop a black t-shirt and white cargos â yet, you felt completely underdressed in comparison to him. His gaze was piercing yet gentle, like he carried a certain confidence about himself in a way that didnât come off as cocky or arrogant. Though, you really couldnât blame him if he were the conceited type; he was definitely an attractive man.
The silver chain on his neck had been paired perfectly with matching earrings, including a silver hoop on his helix. His hair, though likely not his natural color, suited him perfectly; the subtle curls and waves giving him a classic, boyish look with bangs that fell just beneath his eyebrows.
You clear your throat, gesturing towards the package in his hands, âAre you dropping this off?â
âYes! Uh, FedEx dropped off some packages at my store yesterday and it looks like this mustâve gotten mixed in,â he explains, extending the package towards you, âI tried calling the number on the label yesterday but no one answered, so Iâm just swinging by to drop it off.â
You accept the package, rolling your eyes at the mixup. âFedEx is always doing bullshit.â
He lets out a dry chuckle, âTrust, Iâm fully aware. The driver for our block is this old-ass man; I once caught him asleep in his truck.â
You laugh a little too loud at this, inwardly cringing at yourself afterwards as you tuck the package beneath your arm. âWell, thanks for bringing my packageâŚ?â You trail off, hoping heâll complete your sentence by offering you his name.
âHeeseung, Lee Heeseung.â
âThank you, Heeseung, Lee Heeseung.â You repeat, earning a grin from him.
âNo worries,â he responds, fishing something out of his pocket, âand feel free to stop by the store sometime, especially now that you have a coupon.â He says, offering you the small slip of paper from his pocket.
You accept it, eyes widening at the âBOGO FREE KPOP ALBUMâ staring back at you. âIâŚis this real? You really donât have to.â
Heeseung shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets, âItâs no big deal, I keep coupons on me to hand out, anyway. Plus, weâre trying to make room for more stock.â He says, slowly walking backwards down the hall as he inches away from your door. Like a magnet, your body automatically angles towards him, hoping heâll say something else.
âYouâll just have to request a manager when youâre ready to use it, regular associates canât process certain coupons under their employee number.â
You nod, free-hand gripping the doorframe as your eyes follow Heeseung, âWhat days do you work?â
He shrugs again, âDoesnât have to be me, I have two assistant managers that are there pretty often.â
âRight, but, when are you there?â
He pauses, titling his head at you before responding, âMonday through Friday, eleven-to-eight. Sometimes I stop by once or twice on the weekends to check in.â
âWill you be there tomorrow?â
âAll day, eleven-to-eight.â
The following morning, you had the sudden urge to buy a K-pop album and get another one for free.
Heeseung had spent a good portion of that morning conversing with you from behind the counter, listening intently when you got on the topic of your previous boyfriendâs disappearance. Itâs still a touchy subject for you, and probably not the best thing to talk about while getting to know a guy youâre interested in, but Heeseungâs question on how âsuch a pretty girlâ like you was single required a truthful answer. Initially, you feared your response of âmy boyfriend went missingâ would be enough to scare him off, but Heeseung didnât seem phased in the slightest.
In fact, in the two-and-a-half months youâd been dating Heeseung there was almost nothing you could say or do that would phase him to the point of genuine concern. Not how it took an insane amount of motivation for you in order to clean your apartment (he was fine cleaning it himself), or how often youâd forget to take your very much needed medication (he was more than happy to remind you every morning and night, and even went as far as requesting a refill when the bottle was nearly empty and picking it up for you). Catering to your every need was just another simple task for him, and youâre more than grateful that the universe seemingly dropped him right in your lap when you needed it most.
Heeseung was patient, understanding, and was absolutely devoted to your relationship. In his eyes, you deserved nothing but the best, and was keen on making sure to provide for you.Â
Cooking for you was probably his favorite task. He wasnât the best at it per se, but improved with every attempt, and you seemed to enjoy his meals despite them not being to his liking.
Heâd woken up early this morning to prepare a Valentineâs day breakfast for you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead as he slipped out of bed and into your kitchen. The original plan was to go all out and cook a ridiculous breakfast feast heâd seen on TikTok that featured cinnamon rolls, sausage, and fluffy pancakes.
He burnt the first batch of cinnamon rolls and decided it best to simplify your feast down to eggs, bacon, and french toast sticks. Slightly disappointed that his original plan didnât work out, your boyfriend sighs at himself as he pours a glass of cranberry juice before setting it on a wooden tray table. How he made it to your bedroom without dropping everything was beyond him, considering how he was still weak from sleep and could hardly keep his eyes open.
Heeseung pushed the door open with his foot, peeking his head in slightly and furrowing his brows at your sleeping figure. If not from the noise of clattering dishes, he was almost certain the smell of food would be enough to wake you up. He knew you were a heavy sleeper, but never realized how heavy.
âHow are you still asleep?â He mumbles to himself with a sigh, setting the tray of food on your desk before retreating to your bed. He digs his knee into the edge of the mattress, gently shaking your leg in an attempt to wake you. You donât budge, your slumber remaining unaffected as the sounds of your light snoring continue to fill the room. His fingers trail down your leg until they reach the sole of your foot, his fingernails softly tickling the sensitive area until youâre jerking your leg away in discomfort.
âWeirdo.â You say through a yawn, angling your body until youâre laying on your side.
Heeseung rolls his eyes at your insult, grabbing ahold of your leg as he responds, âA true weirdo wouldâve put their mouth on it, youâre lucky itâs just me. Now get up, I made breakfast.â
Waking you up was no easy task, whether it was seven in the morning or half past noon. Heeseung suspects youâre still recovering from sleep debt after all the nights youâd spent lying awake researching Jongseongâs disappearance. The nights you could sleep didnât typically didnât last long; itâd either take hours until you finally drifted off, or youâd wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare; leaving you unable to go back to sleep.
Your sleep schedule hadnât gotten back on track until you met Heeseung, who made sure you were taking melatonin, iron pills, and just about anything that would help you sleep soundly and feel less tired during the day. And while the extra supplements may be working, there was still a lot of sleep debt you were recovering from; an almost concerning amount that made it difficult for you to get up most days.
You groan into your pillow when the smell of Heeseungâs freshly made breakfast hits your nose, your mouth nearly salivating from the scent alone. As much as you wanted to sit up and start eating, your limbs were still heavy with exhaustion. âGive me twenty minutes and Iâll be up,â you plead, âI promise.â
Heeseung shakes his head. âY/N,â he whines, âjust get up, I wanna spend time with you before work. You can go back to sleep after I leave.â
Today was the release day of author, Shin Ryujinâs, newest sapphic romance novel that Heeseung could not remember the title of; just that it featured a lot of smut, has over twenty-four chapters, and was highly anticipated. Her team had reached out to Bookhaven not too long ago, inquiring about hosting a Q+A session and book signing event on the day of its release. Initially, Heeseung had planned to reject the offer since it fell on Valentineâs day and that type of event required his presence, and heâd originally planned on spending the entire day with you. The payout of said event, however, was more than enough to get him on board.
Heâd be leaving the shop and heading over to you around five, and have Sunoo or Jungwon close up, leaving him with just seven hours with you that heâd planned to make the most of. All he needed now was for you to wake the hell up before he has to leave.
You still donât budge, mumbling something incoherent before the snores resume and youâve drifted back to sleep.
âBabe,â he says flatly, shaking your leg. âY/N. Baby. Dude, get up.â
Still nothing, and Heeseungâs on the verge of kissing your forehead and calling it a day, but there is one thing that could get you up.
Slowly, he peels the thick comforter off of your body, relishing in the fact that you chose to sleep in one of his shirts. Allowing himself further onto the mattress, Heeseungâs hand reahes for the hem of your shirt, pushing it up just enough to reveal your lavender colored panties. He pauses, glancing up at you momentarily before lowering his head and nestling it between your thighs.
He starts off slow, placing a light kiss on your inner thigh before trailing his lips upwards. Pausing right at your hip bone, Heeseungâs fingertips move to the core of your underwear, lightly scratching at your cunt through the soft material. Frustrated, he whines your name once more before slowly trailing your panties down and off your legs, discarding of them on the other side of the mattress.
Fingernails digging into your flesh, he grips your thighs as he repositions himself at eye level with your cunt, inching forward slowly until heâs pressing his lips right against yours. Itâs gentle at first, much like how heâd kiss you any other time, a few gentle pecks until he was desperate for more.
Heeseung tilts his head slightly, and finally has his tongue fall flat against your entrance. The groan that escapes his mouth from the contact comes from deep in his chest, his fingernails leaving crescent-shaped indents on your thighs from how hard heâs gripping them.
He licks a long, slow strip along your cunt upwards towards your clit, licking and sucking at the bud as if savoring the feeling of your taste on his tongue. He repeats his movements a few more times, growing desperate as the seconds pass by, each moan and whine from him becoming more desperate and whiny than the last. You shift around slightly, furrowing your brows a bit, but still not fully awake.
Another minute passes by and youâre still asleep. Your body automatically responding to Heeseungâs touches, but theyâre still not enough to wake you. Heâs not bored in the slightest, though, and would argue that he could probably go on for hours if thatâs what it took; but he has to leave soon, and needs you awake as soon as possible.
With a sigh, he kisses your thigh once before twisting his body and reaching over to your nightstand, opening the bottom drawer and digging around slightly until his fingers brush against the rubber vibrator heâd been searching for. Itâs an air pulsing one youâd bought before youâd met Heeseung, and when heâd discovered it in your room for the first time, heâd insisted on implementing it into your sex lives as much as possible.
He turns it on, choosing to keep it on the first setting before pressing it directly on your clit. A sharp gasp escapes your lips at the contact, with Heeseung keeping his gaze fixed on your face. Gently massaging the toy against your cunt, your eyes slowly began to flutter open, a loud moan echoing through the room as Heeseung turned the toy up to a medium setting.
You grab a fistful of Heeseungâs hair, yanking him forward until his mouth is on your cunt again. The sudden roughness takes him by surprise, but he doesnât seem to mind it in the slightest; in fact, he can feel himself stiffening in his boxers from you gripping his hair alone.
Moaning into your cunt, Heeseung does his best to keep the vibrator pressed against you while he eats you out. His desperation was astonishing, his moans nearly being as loud and whiny as yours as he continued.
When youâre finally close, which doesnât take very long; Heeseung discards the vibrator completely; mindlessly tossing it on the floor to lap at your cunt with his tongue. He presses it flat against you, dragging your wetness up to your clit before sucking the swollen bud between his lips.
You orgasm almost instantly at that, trapping Heeseung's head between your thighs as you come on his face with your back arching off the bed and swears pouring from your lips.
Youâre panting as you come down from your high, breath rigged as you drape your arm against your forehead, âWow.â
âYou okay?â Heeseung asks, voice muffled as you finally release his head was still trapped between your thighs.
âShit,â you loosen the grip, âsorry, Hee.â
âDonât apologize. Oh my God, I couldâve died like that and wouldâve been okay with it.â
Weirdly enough, you donât think heâs joking.
âAnyways,â he continues, âyou okay?â
You nod, pressing your lips into a thin line, âIâm definitely up.â
âYeah, me too,â He responds, tapping on his painfully hard erection. âCan IâŚ?â
âIf you do all the work, sure.â
Heeseung scoffs, already moving to tug his pajama pants down, âAs if I ever let you do any of it.â
Itâs not a complaint, Heeseung was more than happy being the more assertive one when it came to your sex life. He didnât mind doing most of the work as long as it meant you were getting off.
When he turns you to lay on your side you let him, resting your back against his chest as he teases his tip at your entrance. You bite down on your bottom lip, hand gripping the bed sheets when he finally does slide himself in. Heeseung grunts into your ear, placing a gentle hand on your hip, â âm gonna go a little bit fast, okay? We donât have a lot of time.â
He wasnât exaggerating, either.
At your confirmation, Heeseung pulled out of you entirely before pushing himself back in; his thrusts overwhelmingly fast but not painful or rough. You yelp when he bites down on your neck, though, a habit he picked up upon finding out you enjoy being marked up.
He was certain that neither of you will last long like this, so it doesnât surprise him that after a few minutes youâre already creeping up on your orgasm. Heeseung takes this as a sign to speed up his already quick thrusts, his nails digging into your hip as he presses his head onto your shoulder.
You finish first with Heeseung just a few seconds behind you, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of him filling you up with his cum. As always, he keeps his dick buried in you for another minute longer, only pulling out when heâs reminded of how little time he has.
Sitting up, Heeseung moves a few stray strands of hair out of the way to plant kisses on your face, but you stop him with the excuse of not having brushed your teeth yet before heâs able to properly kiss you on the lips.
He scoffs, âYou just came on my face, do you think I care if you have morning breath? Donât insult me.â
âAt least let me eat first so I can get this weird taste out of my mouth,â you counter, reaching over your shoulder to pat Heeseung on the cheek. âCan I do that?â
Heeseung lets out a loud, dramatic sigh, âIf you insist. Let me clean you up first, though.â
He stands from the bed, awkwardly pulling his boxers and pajama pants back up before excusing himself to your bathroom. He takes care of himself first before running a rag under the sink faucet and returning to your bedroom.
After cleaning you up with practiced ease, Heeseung discards of the rag in your bathroom hamper and slips back into your bedroom, finally delivering you the breakfast in bed heâd been anticipating all week, a wide grin on his face as he sets the wooden tray down on your lap. âAll your favorites: french toast sticks, bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, and a glass of cranberry juice. Bone apple teeth.â
You chuckle at his joke, admiring the feast laying in your lap as you grab a strip of bacon, âWhereâs your food?â You ask, noticing there was only enough servings for one person.
Heeseung shakes his head, resting the palm of his hand on your bare knee as he sits across from you, âIâll pick up something on the way to work, didnât have time to make enough for both of us.â
With a pout, you take a bite of the bacon strip, âNow I feel bad.â
Heeseung grins, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, âDonât, consider this part one of your Valentineâs gift.â
Youâve finished the first strip by now, moving onto the second one as you use your free hand to retrieve your phone from the nightstand. âWell, at least let me pay for your breakfast then.â
He shakes his head at you, reaching for your phone that you manage to pull out of reach. âBabe, you seriously donât have to.â
âI want to,â you respond, halfway through Venmo-ing him fifteen dollars, âthat should be enough.â
âY/NâŚâ
âDone! And donât send it back or else Iâll be really sad, you know gift-giving is my love language.â
He chuckles, using the fork and knife on the tray table to cut a piece of the french toast stick, âThank you, baby. You spoil me.â He dips the fork into the container of maple syrup before bringing it up to your parted lips, cupping his hand underneath to prevent the syrup from dripping onto the bed sheets.
You hum, cupping Heeseungâs face as you chew, âAnything for my princess. Also, you said this was part one of my gift?â
Heeseung nods, cutting another square off the french toast, âPart two is still later tonight, once Iâm off work.â
âCan you tell me what it is now, please?â You plead, clasping your hands together as you jutt out your bottom lip, staring up at him with a pout. For the past week, Heeseung had been teasing about this big Valentineâs day surprise he had planned for you, claiming it would be the âsurprise of a lifetimeâ.
He hums, feeding you another forkful. âIâll tell you this, when you have the time, youâre gonna have to pack an overnight bag.â Your eyes light up, waiting patiently before speaking as Heeseung continues, âAnd, youâre gonna have to be dressed up once I pick you up after work. Nothing crazy fancy, just⌠something nice.â
Heeseung can tell you want to bombard him with more questions, and brings another forkful of food to your lips before you have the chance. âIâll be picking you up around five-forty-five, âm sorry Iâll have to be at the shop most of the day.â
You shake your head, picking up the glass of cranberry juice, âDonât be, I hope the event goes well. If you have extras, can you bring me a copy of the book?â
âFor sure, and Iâll see if I can leave any sooner so we have some extra time together.â
âYou seriously donât have to,â you assure him, taking a sip of your drink, âbesides, I have some errands to run in the meantime.â
Heeseung raises a brow at you, âOh? Youâre going out today?â
You nod excitedly, setting the cup on your nightstand, âYeji and I are taking the baby to a Mommy-and-Me yoga class then doing some shopping.â
Heeseung rolls his eyes at the mention of your sister, setting the fork and knife back onto the tray table. You frown at him, shoulders slouching as you tilt your head, âWhy do you hate my sister so much?â
âI never said I hated Yeji.â
âYou didnât have to, itâs pretty obvious. You never wanna talk to her when sheâs around and you roll your eyes whenever I mention her.â
Heeseung shrugs, âSheâs just not my cup of tea, is all. Our personalities clash.â
Of course thereâs more to it than clashing personalities, but youâre not quite ready for the full truth just yet, so he decides to leave it at that. âAnyways, how are Jake and Jihan?â
Your eyes light up at the mention of your future brother-in-law and nephew, âI talked to Yeji yesterday and she said things are good! Jihan is starting to roll over and Jake plans on asking his friend, Sunghoon, to be his best man. Oh, and Yeji says the baby is finally starting to look like Jake.â
âReally?â
You nod, âMmhm, Jake is so happy.â
âGood for him,â Heeseung mumbles, watching as you take a bite of the eggs. âGonna have to head out now, but I loaded my card onto your Apple Wallet, âkay? Use that while you shop.â
You blink at him, âWhenâd you do that?â
âLast night, consider it part one-and-a-half of your gift.â
âYou spoil me.â
Heeseung grins, âAnything for you.â
The drive to Bookhaven is quiet, with Keshi playing from the stereo as Heeseung made his way to the shop and parked by the employee entrance.
Stepping right into a pile of snow, he shuts the car door behind him before making his way across the street and stopping by his favorite breakfast cafe, Heavenâs Treats. He ordered his usual: two bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches on croissants and two bottles of water; using your fifteen-dollar Venmo gift to pay and tipping the staff with a few dollars cash.
He heads back over to his shop afterwards, unlocking and entering through the employee entrance. Once inside, he unlocks his office door first, setting the bag of food down on his desk before heading into the main area of the shop. Taking a few minutes to wipe down tables and put away loose books, Heeseung hums to himself as he enjoys how quiet and peaceful the shop is. Shin Ryujin was sure to bring in a crowd later today, and he can already tell heâd be leaving the shop with a headache.
Once finished, Heeseung retreats back to his office and shuts the door behind him, grabbing the bag of food from the desk before walking over to the closet door. With a sigh, he opens it up, pushing the file cabinet to the side to reveal the door to the hidden basement. His eyes jot down to the keypad under the doorknob, where he quickly types in your anniversary before twisting the knob and pushing the door open.
Staring down at the wooden staircase, Heeseung sighs once again, âLetâs get this over with.â
Carefully, he retreats down the steps and into the basement, looking over into the glass chamber and finding Jongseong, your ex boyfriend, sound asleep on his mattress. Heeseung chuckles once heâs made it down the stairs, walking over to the pass-through attached to the glass chamber and opening it, sliding in the breakfast sandwich and bottle of water before shutting it with a loud click!
Heeseung retreats over to his desk and computer monitors that sat opposite of the glass chamber, sitting on his office chair before grabbing and turning on the intercom microphone. âSleeping in?â
His voice comes out ten times louder in the glass chamberâs speaker, jolting Jongseong out of his sleep as he presses the palms of his hands onto his ears. âJesus fuckinâ⌠is the intercom necessary?! Youâre right there! I can hear you through the glass!â
Heeseung shrugs nonchalantly, setting the microphone back on the desk, âYouâre a heavy sleeper.â Jongseong sighs in response, rubbing his eyes as Heeseung continues, âBrought you breakfast, itâs in the pass-through. Eat before it gets cold.â
âHow do I know you didnât do something to it? Sick fuck.â Jongseong spits, arms folded across his chest as he stares at Heeseung through the glass.
âDo something like what?â
âI donât know, spike my drink like last time?â
Heeseung lets out an agitated groan as he slumps in his chair, retrieving his own food from the takeout bag as he responds, âHow many times do I have to tell you I didnât fucking drug you that night? You actually made everything a lot easier by getting blackout drunk at a fucking nightclub.â
âYeah, and if I didnât blackout? Then what?â
âWho cares? It doesnât matter, what matters is that youâre away from Y/N.â
Jongseong shivers at the mention of your name, immediately looking away from Heeseung and focusing his attention on the food in the pass-through.
Around six months ago, youâd showed up to Bookhaven hand-in-hand with Jongseong, and Heeseung had been enthralled with you ever since. He spent is every waking moment doing his research on you, which included doing a deep dive on the people closest to you: your immediate family, close friends, and stupid fucking boyfriend.
Heeseung knew the moment he laid eyes on Jongseong that he was no good for you, and was clearly putting up a facade when the two of you were together. Heeseung saw right through it, how quickly heâd pull out his phone to snap a text when you were looking, how heâd roll his eyes whenever you got too excited about something, how he almost never responded to your PDA â he was the fucking worst, and you deserved so much better. You deserved Lee Heeseung.
Days leading up to Jongseongâs disappearance, Heeseung had been watching him like a hawk; cyber-stalking him as closely as possible without being caught, until, finally, Jongseong decided to go clubbing one night.
Heeseungâs original plan was to wait until Jongseong was slightly drunk and knock him out, but Jongseong getting blackout drunk on his own accord made things way easier for Heeseung â all he had to do was pretend to be a friend to Jongseong and convince everyone else heâd be getting him home safely.
Dumbasses, all of them.
Jongseong stands, scratching the back of his neck as he walks over to the pass-through.
âAnyways, itâs Valentineâs day,â Heeseung says after biting into his own sandwich, âyou have any plans? Oh wait.â
Jongseong rolls his eyes again, mumbling âFuck youâ under his breath as he retrieves his food and drink. He inspects the sandwich thoroughly before taking a bite, chewing slowly as if trying to taste each and every spice and flavor.
âWait,â Heeseung speaks, suddenly realizing something, âif you just woke up, that means you missed the show.â
Jongseong rolls his eyes a third time, already knowing what Heeseung was getting at. âIâm sure I didn't miss much.â
Heeseung swivels around in his office chair to face the three monitors, each one surveilling different areas in your apartment. You were blissfully unaware of the hidden cameras heâd set up in your home that have been recording your every move for months on end. Heâs doing it for your own safety, really; keeping an eye on you at all times.
Youâre in the kitchen now, loading up the dishwasher with music playing from your phone, stopping every few seconds to belt out the lyrics or make an attempt at doing the choreography. Heeseung enjoys watching you like this, when you truly get to be yourself because you think no one is around.
He grins, switching over to the center monitor and hitting the rewind button until he sees himself entering your bedroom, âThere we go.â Heeseung monitors himself closely, watching as he sets the tray of food down on your desk before walking over to your mattress.
He moves out of the way so Jongseong has a better view of the screen, a smug expression on his face as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. The monitors were on at all hours, meaning the only entertainment Jongseong had was watching you stroll around your house. Weirdly enough, it pleases him to keep an eye on you like this, making sure youâre still okay after all this time.
He can do without watching you and Heeseung have sex, though.
Jongseong turns his head away the moment Heeseung removes the blanket from your body, groaning in disgust as he takes another bite from his sandwich. âI donât need to see this.â
Heeseung shrugs, mumbling, âYour lossâ as he speeds up the replay. He prefers to focus on the key moments anyway, like the face you make right before you come on his, or how your entire body tensed when he leaned down to bite on the nape of your neck.
As arousing as it was to play back all those moments, he primarily used it as a personal study guide on what you liked the most, so heâd be better at pleasing you going forward. This behavior had started before the two of you even got together, if heâs being completely honest. One simple, playful retweet from you about preferring to receive oral rather than give it had him ordering a pocket pussy the very next day to practice on.
The first time the two of you hooked up, Heeseung had spent approximately twenty-four minutes going down on you, only stopping when you expressed concerns about his jaw locking up â not that he cared.
âWait a second,â Jongseong pauses, crumbling the empty food wrapper into a ball before tossing it to the floor, âwhat happened to that big breakfast feast you kept talking about, huh? With the, uh, the pancakes and cinnamon rolls?â
When Heeseung doesnât respond, Jongseong continues taunting, âWhat, realized you couldnât do it? That you can do something as simple as prepare a meal? Wow, are youââ
âShut up, dumbass.â Heeseung interrupts him with a shake of his head, swiveling around in his office chair until heâs facing Jongseong, âYou think youâre better than me because you know how to cook? Go on then, cook something. Go to the stove and prove youâre better at me than cooking.â
Silence falls between the two, with Jongseong glaring daggers at Heeseung as he tightens his fists.
âOh, wait,â Heeseung continues, tapping his chin, âyou canât cook; youâre trapped in my basement while I fuck your girlfriend.â
âWhatever.â
âOh, now itâs whatever, but just a second ago you were so much better than me for knowing how to cook â you also know how to lie and cheat.â
âWhatever, Heeseung, just drop it.â
âHow do you think Y/N would feel if she found out you were cheating on her with her own sister? How old do you think Jihan will be before Jake realizes why they look nothing alike?â Heeseung questions, tilting his chin at Jongseong, as if expecting a legitimate answer.
The mere thought of Jongseong and your own sister getting together behind your back is enough to make Heeseung gag; he couldnât fucking believe two of the closest people in your life would deceive you like that. It was beyond disgusting, and he had a strong distaste for Yeji the moment he found out.
Ashamed, Jongseong turn away from Heeseungâs gaze. âThatâs none of your fucking business.â
Heeseung rolls his eyes, turning around in his seat until heâs facing the monitors, âAnything involving Y/N is my business, fuck-face, including you and anyone else that bothers her.â
He navigates the surveillance controls until heâs back to watching you in real time, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smile when he sees you facetiming someone. He shushes Jongseong, who hadnât even been speaking, as he turns the volume up in order to hear you better.
ââŚand I think he looks just like you, seriouslyâŚJake?âŚI mean, I donât knowâŚIâm not really seeing the resemblance yetâŚâ
Realizing who you were talking to and what the topic of conversation was, Heeseung clicks his tongue, âThey may even find out sooner than you think.â
The sound of Yejiâs voice through the speaker has him rolling his eyes as he turns down the volume, not that it mattered, considering you disappeared into the bathroom a few moments later.
âHey,â Jongseong taps on the glass, âlet me ask you something.â
âNo.â
âWhy do you have a camera in every room except the bathroom?â
Itâs a genuine question, but it comes out more perverted than Jongseong had intended it to.
As if the answer was obvious, Heeseung raises a brow as he responds, âIâm giving her privacy, pervert.â
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SWEET BROWN SUGAR (VOL 2)
Ëđš ŕŁŞË more kink drabbles :3 including jing yuan, gallagher, mr reca, phainon (vol 1 here)
contains a bit darker than vol 1 .. meanie jing yuan :(, gallagher is gross (i need him so bad)!!!! actress!reader in recaâs hehe, phainon is lowk insane
notes cant wait for mydeiâs banner (i barely saved up a 10 pull)

JING YUAN â cockwarming + breeding
lazy sex with the laziest general on the xianzhou isnât a surprise to anyone. but alas, despite being older, bigger and wiser now, he was still raised as a cloud knight, trained to build up as much stamina as he could. maybe, you wonder, thatâs why he never seems to get too tired, never seems to get his stupid fat cock to soften. however, he just canât be bothered to thrust into you, breaking out a sweat to pound in his sweet lover, no, heâll just stuff it right into your cunt, keeping it warm as he finishes all the paperwork diviner fu sent him. too lazy to think about what the cloud knights who barge into the seat of divine foresight will think, jing yuan figures itâs best to keep you plopped into his lap all day. but of course his princess is bound to get bored, and heâs never been an evil man. so his honeyed words fill up the room, encouraging you to fuck yourself using him, hands rubbing your tits above your shirt. lunch breaks are his favorite part of the day, since you typically work up the courage to ride him then. he wonât help you, no, heâll save his actions for later tonight, but he still keeps you plugged with his cum, filling your tummy and keeping it warm.
GALLAGHER â daddy + corruption
gallagher gets disgusted with himself sometimes. he knows he shouldnât hang around you so much, but you make it so easy when you stumble into his bar for the nth time this month, short skirt hanging low on your hips. but, he also knows you really donât know any better. heâs always so nice to you, maybe a little teasing here and there, giving you time and space to ramble about whatever fad youâre into nowadays. he just nods, eyes focused on the way your lips play with the straw of your drink. gallagherâs mind is filled with you, having spent countless off duty nights tugging at his cock wishing it was your hand instead. he doesnât hesitate when he notices how youâve been squirming on the bar stool, back arching and your nipples showing beneath your tight shirt. of course he doesnât hesitate when you murmur something about feeling hot and wanting his help â maybe he shouldâve. now youâre pressed into his small mattress, clothing long lost on the floor of his room, too busy squealing as he rubs and pinches your clit and tits. you really donât know any better, relying on an older man to take care of you .. gallagher thinks youâre so cute, cheeks all red as you stammer out some daddy, please while he rubs his cock over your cunny. donât worry, daddyâll take really good care of you, ruining you for everyone else. gallagherâs gross, really, but you donât seem to mind.
MR RECA â filming + lingerie
does this even surprise anyone? heâs penaconyâs best filmmaker, known for his versatility and ability to make every genre feel appealing to the audience. of course, he canât stick to traditional movies forever, especially since finding out how much he loves filming you. after begging you to star in a few of his movies (action, romance, whatever!), reca started feeling insatiable, completely head over heels for you. sure, he loves taking you out on cute dates and fucking you silly after, but thereâs an itch he just canât seem to scratch⌠until he gets the genius (his words) idea to dress you up in lewd, skimpy clothes, a stage costume of some sorts if you will, and film you getting ruined right after. he canât pick a favorite, and thankfully he has no issues in buying you intricate lace bras or lewd latex thongs â you look great regardless, especially since he seems to have endless recording techniques up his sleeve, always managing to picture you in the best way possible. you donât even notice, really, as reca plows his cock into you and moves the camera to capture your breasts bouncing in your flimsy bra. but of course, your little movies stay private, between you and him. the public is not deserving of such high quality erotica! (reca just doesnât want to share you with anyone. youâll stick to starring in slice of life movies for now.)
PHAINON â cunningulus + dacryphilia
phainon is almost the textbook definition of knight in shining armor, always tending to each and every one of your needs. even in bed, he only cares about your pleasure, spending hours and hours on foreplay, sucking your tits and bruising your neck with endless hickeys, before burying his face in your crotch. you can try to tell him to stop, to just fuck you already, but he doesnât listen, drunk on your cunny! he sucks agonizingly slow on your poor, swollen clit, then presses wet kisses on your puffy lips before plunging his tongue in your hole. phainon is selfish, however, and despite making you cum countless times more than he does, he still wishes to leave his mark on you, so that everyone can see that you belong to phainon of the crysos heirs. his hands grip on your plush thighs, bruising your flesh, and heâs so much stronger than you â you canât get him to leave your poor cunt alone even if you tried. when phainon stops, only because you cried a bit too much, he admires the tear stains on your cheeks. thereâs a sick thought in his brain, plaguing his mind, of how innocent you look, all fucked out on his bed. the more you cry, the more he feels his cock harden again. but when you call out his name, he goes back to being the same sweet boy you know. he canât let you know how he truly feels, who he truly is.
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drunk in love
in which fem!reader gets extra affectionate with spencer when she's drunk and he's just happy to be there
fluff! warnings/tags: drunk!reader, tooth-rottingly sweet fluff, spencer loves you so bad, short n sweet, that's it a/n: this is for the person who requested spencer taking care of drunk!reader and they're just being really cute and kissy and i lost your request i'm sorry but i hope you see this!! if you guys like this pls let me know, i have spencer helping drunk!r with a bath locked and loaded and its also so cute oh my god i love him goodnight
âSpence,â you say, voice pretty and airy as a song, pressing butterfly-light kisses with soft lips all over the side of his face.Â
âWhat?â he asks fondly, fighting to keep his grip on you secure as you keep trying to fall down and bring him with you. This bar isnât necessarily a dive, but heâs sure the floor is still sticky and heâs not interested in checking.Â
âI really love you so much. I love you so much more than anyone else has ever loved anyone before.â Itâs the fourth or fifth time youâve told him you love him so much in ten minutes, but it doesnât feel any less wonderful to hear. âSay it back!â you pout, settling against his chest.Â
âYou didnât give me time to say it back,â he explains patiently, looking down at you and brushing hair behind your ear. âI love you so much, too, baby.â
Suddenly youâre too flustered and shy to make eye contact.Â
âCall me that again.â
Spencerâs brow furrows. His smile flickers wider.Â
âWhat? Baby?â You nod into his chest. He smooths your hair. âI call you baby all the time.â
âBecause you love me?â
âBecause I love you,â he agrees solemnly.Â
You squeak, covering your face with your hands. Not for the first time tonight, he wonders what exactly was in those drinks Penelope kept ordering for you.
âKiss?â
He gently grabs your wrists.Â
âYou have to show me that pretty face if you want a kiss.â
Your hands slide down your cheeks and you tilt your head up. Now that your face is on display, pretty and shiny in the low lighting, Spencer ducks down and kisses you sweetly, one hand on the back of your head, the other pulling your wrists down and out of the way. He makes sure to not let it go on for too long. There are still plenty of people around, but more saliently, you are quite drunk.Â
âGood?â he asks, brushing a thumb over your cheek as he pulls away.
âCan we kiss forever?â
âWe can try,â he muses.Â
âI love you,â you say again, plainly. âI wish there was a word stronger than love. I feel like Iâve said love so much itâs lost all its meaning.â
âKeep saying it,â he encourages. âI like hearing it.â
âCan I tell you a secret?â you whisper. Spencer leans down for you to cup your hand to his ear clandestinely. Sweet vanilla perfume still clings to your warm skin, lingering on your neck, mixing with the smell of fruity cocktails on your breath and making him dizzy. âI think JJ has a crush on you.â
He chuckles, straightening. Grieving the loss of your scent for just a second in the back of his mindâuntil youâre pressing against him anxiously, and it returns.Â
âJJ is married, babe. I donât think so.â
You pout.Â
âNo, but I really think she does! It makes me sad!â
Spencer doesnât believe it for a second, but he knows hard logic and persuasion arenât really going to do much for you right now. So he loops an arm around your waist and reigns you in.Â
âYou donât need to be sad, sweetheart. It doesnât matter who has a crush on me because I have a crush on you.â
âJust me?â you ask anxiously.Â
âJust you. Youâre the prettiest girl in the world. I have a huge crush on you.â
He realizes his voice has taken on that saccharine quality that Derek would give him shit for, and itâs probably visible in his eyes as he leans close to you, but he doesnât care at all.Â
You raise your chin, wordlessly asking for another kiss. He delivers. The fabric of his shirt tugs where you grab onto it, attempting to bring him closer even when he draws away from the kiss. Of course he allows it, narrowly avoiding stepping on your toes as you pull him to you like a dog on a leash.Â
âCan we go home? I wanna cuddle.â
Oh, yeah. If Derek were present heâd have the most ridiculous, shit-eating grin on his face right now. Luckily heâs not here right now, and even if he were, Spencer would still brush your hair aside and say, absolutely we can go home and cuddle.Â
âOf course we can. Do you want to say goodbye to everyone?â
âMm⌠can we Irish goodbye?â
He chuckles.Â
âI think you should say thank you to Penelope for buying you all of those ridiculous drinks that are making you so nice.â
You make a face.Â
âIâm always nice.â
âYouâre not always this nice,â he reminds you with a small smile, resting his hands on your waist. You frown.Â
âIn my head I am.â
He kisses your head. Itâs impossible not to.Â
âI know. Come on, letâs say bye. I want to go home too.â
âYou think Iâm not usually nice?â
âOf course I donât think that. I think youâre so nice.â
âOh my god, can we get ice cream?â You gasp, already distracted and pulling him along by the hand as you weave through the sparse crowd.Â
He smiles to himself, happy to follow your lead as long as you donât let go.Â
âWe can definitely get ice cream. We can do whatever you want.â
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Steel and sunshine
sevika x ditz! reader / short drabble
no warnings just you being annoying and sevika putting up with you
requested by @gravegoer <3
Zauns sprawling streets were filled with the hum of industry, the hiss of steam, and the faint green glow of shimmer pouring from narrow alleyways. The air hung heavy with a metallic tang, and the rattle of machinery from the Undercityâs workshops created a chaotic symphony. It was chaotic, grimy, and dangerous. A place that seemed to churn out desperation as naturally as it did smog. In the heart of it all, Sevika sat at her usual corner of The Last Drop, nursing a glass of something strong enough to peel paint.
Her steel arm rested on the table, catching the flicker of neon lights overhead. She was a picture of quiet intensity: sharp eyes scanning the bar, her jaw set in irritation at the chaos around her. She could handle a fight breaking out or someone trying to swindle her. What she couldnât handle, though, was the sound of your voice cutting through the din like sunshine piercing a storm cloud. âSevika!â
She groaned quietly, closing her eyes for a moment as she prepared herself for the whirlwind that was you. When she opened them, there you were, skipping toward her with all the oblivious cheer of someone who didnât belong in a place like this. âWhat now?â she muttered, her tone already laced with exasperation.
You plopped down into the chair across from her, beaming as if you hadnât just walked through Zaunâs most dangerous streets without a care in the world. âYouâll never guess what I found today!â
âLet me guess,â Sevika said, her voice flat. âSomething useless?â
You gasped, clutching your chest like sheâd just shot you. âHow dare you? Itâs not useless!â You rummaged through your bag, your fingers brushing past who-knows-what before triumphantly pulling out a small, rusted music box. Its paint was chipped, and the mechanism looked like it hadnât worked in years. âLook! Isnât it cute?â
Sevika raised an eyebrow, her patience already teetering on the edge. âYouâre risking your life out there for this?â
âOf course!â you said, completely unfazed. âI thought youâd like it.â
âI donât like junk,â she said flatly, though her gaze lingered on the object longer than sheâd admit.
You leaned forward, your eyes sparkling with mischief. âYouâre lying. I can tell you secretly think itâs cool.â
Sevika groaned, her metal fingers tapping against the table in frustration. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
âKeep me around forever?â you said with a grin, propping your chin on your hand.
âYouâre exhausting,â she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile.
Not long after, Sevika found herself walking alongside you through the crowded streets of Zaun, her broad frame serving as a shield against the jostling crowd. She wasnât sure how sheâd ended up in this situation again, but you had a way of dragging her along. Your sheer persistence overpowering her better judgment.
âDid you eat today?â she asked abruptly, her sharp tone betraying the faintest hint of concern.
âOh! I had some bread earlier,â you said brightly. âAnd maybe a candy bar?â
Sevika stopped dead in her tracks, her glare making you shrink slightly. âThatâs not food. Come on.â
You blinked, confused. âWhere are we going?â
âTo get you something real before you pass out,â she grumbled, taking your arm and steering you toward a food stall. The smell of sizzling dumplings filled the air as Sevika ordered for you, her tone curt but efficient. She handed the vendor a few coins before shoving the steaming plate into your hands.
âSit,â she ordered, pointing to a nearby bench.
You obeyed, settling onto the seat and swinging your legs like a child as you dug in. The first bite was heavenly, and you made a small noise of appreciation that made Sevika smirk despite herself.
âYouâre amazing, Sev,â you said between mouthfuls, your words slightly muffled.
âDonât talk with your mouth full,â she scolded, sitting beside you.
You swallowed quickly, flashing her a wide grin. âSorry. Youâre just so good at taking care of me.â
âSomeone has to,â she muttered, shaking her head.
âYouâre like a big, grumpy teddy bear,â you teased, nudging her side.
She gave you a flat look. âA teddy bear?â
âYeah! You act all tough, but deep down, youâre just a big softie.â
âKeep talking like that, and Iâll leave you here,â she warned, though the faintest trace of amusement lingered in her voice.
Later, back at Sevikaâs apartment, the quiet hum of Zaunâs nightlife served as background noise. The space was sparse and functional, just like her. But tucked into corners and sitting on shelves were small reminders of your influence. There was a cracked vase youâd insisted on saving, a tiny ceramic dog you swore looked just like her, and now the rusted music box, which youâd proudly placed on the shelf next to the others.
âLook at it,â you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. âItâs perfect.â
âItâs junk,â Sevika replied, though her tone lacked the usual bite.
âSentimental junk,â you corrected, turning to grin at her.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. âYouâre lucky I put up with you.â
âYouâre lucky Iâm so charming,â you shot back, sticking out your tongue.
Sevika shook her head, unable to keep the smirk off her face. âRidiculous.â
You plopped onto her worn-out couch, kicking off your shoes and making yourself comfortable. âSo, what do we do now?â
âI work. You stay out of the way,â she said, already moving toward her workbench.
âBoring,â you replied, flipping through a magazine youâd found on the coffee table. The two of you fell into a companionable silence, Sevika tinkering with her mechanical arm while you lazily read. But after a while, your thoughts drifted, and the question that had been nagging at you all day finally slipped out.
âSevika?â You said softly as your eyes still on the maganize that you were reading.
âWhat?â she replied as she continued to tinker her metal arm, completely immersed in what she was doing. âDo you think Iâm annoying?â
The question caught her off guard, and she turned to look at you. Putting the tool that was on her hand on the desk. âWhere the hell is this coming from?â
You shrugged, suddenly finding the magazine very interesting. âI dunno. I just⌠sometimes I feel like I get on your nerves.â
Sevika sighed, setting down her tools and walking over to sit beside you. âYou do,â she said bluntly, making you gape at her. Before you could protest, she added, âBut I donât mind.â
âReally?â you asked, your voice small.
âReally,â she said, her tone softer now. âYou keep things⌠interesting.â
A slow smile spread across your face. âYouâre such a softie.â
âDonât push it,â she warned, though there was no malice in her words.
You leaned your head against her shoulder, letting the cool metal of her arm press against your cheek. âThanks, Sev.â
âYeah, yeah,â she muttered, reaching up to ruffle your hair. âJust donât get used to it.â
But you both knew it was already too late.
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Whatever My Wife Wants

Summary: On your honeymoon, Javi decides to break out a new accessory you've never seen him wear before. Little does he know, that seeing him wear a chain for the first time is about to drive you wild.
Word Count: 4.5K
Pairing: Husband!Javier PeĂąa x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also its your honeymoon so who am I to say), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, paise kink, literally the biggest, fattest, ugliest breeding kink (I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not), marriage kink (?) creampie, cum play, kind of exhibitionism (like if you SQUINT), talks of starting a family, Javi LOVES his wife, Javi in a CHAIN, Javi on his honeymoon deserves its own warning, did I mention that Javi LOVES his wife?!
A/N: shoutout to my sweet @honeyedmiller for this request after reblogging this MASTERPIECE from @enstatia. It's supposed to be a painting of Din, but it gave me such big Javi vibes, and I really haven't been the same since picturing the one and only Javier PeĂąa in a chain (bc If i can't unsee it, you shouldn't be allowed to either) đľâđŤ Also shoutout to Lucien Flores for singlehandedly ruining my life today with that new clip from the Uninvited (but also you can't tell me that this outfit is so Javi on the beach coded PHEW)
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
Javi had never been one for jewelry- well, that was until a few days ago when a new golden wedding band had made a home on his hand. Since you had slipped it on his finger, Javi couldnât get enough of watching it glisten in the warm, tropical sunlight on your honeymoon, a reminder that filled his heart to the brim to know that he was yours forever.Â
Javiâs new wedding ring was the only jewelry that he had ever pictured himself wearing, until you had mentioned to him in passing while shopping for new clothes for your honeymoon how good heâd look with a chain to go with any of his outfits he had planned for the trip- considering there was no way Javi was going to have no less than 4 buttons undone on his shirt at any given time while basking in the tropical warmth of your honeymoon paradise.Â
Later on that week, he had dug around in his dresser to find a thin, golden chain necklace he had back from his time in college, that hadnât seen the light of day in too many years to count. But, given your enthusiasm for the idea of him wearing something like it, Javi had decided to pack it with him in his suitcase to surprise when the time felt right.Â
Well, after being a few drinks deep at the pool bar from earlier, Javiâs slightly tipsy confidence had him feeling like now was the perfect time to try out his new accessory to see what you thought. Digging through his suitcase, he pulled out out the chain to go with the rest of his outfit for your dinner on the beach, clipping the necklace around his neck as he looked himself over in the mirror, quickly fixing his hair and adjusting his shirt, undoing one more button than probably necessary to show off his new look.Â
And while he could admit that he didnât look half bad with it on, and figured youâd like the new surprise addition to his wardrobe, thereâd be no way in hell he could have ever prepared himself for the viscerally awestruck reaction youâd have to the thin, gold chain dangling around his neck. Â
âI can practically feel you burning a hole through my chest, Hermosa.â Javi chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you as he took another bite of his food, giving you a playful smirk at the way you had been ogling at him ever since you had noticed the thin gold chain resting across his tanned skin as you began your walk through the hotel to head to dinner.Â
âOh shut up, itâs not my fault youâre so hot. Youâre making it very hard not to look, in my defense.â You sighed, trying to get yourself to focus on your food instead of staring at Javi for the rest of dinner, despite the fact that the only meal you had your eyes on was sitting across the table from you. âThereâs already something about you being my husband that makes you somehow even hotter than you already were, and now with this?â You picked up your fork, gesturing to the chain dangling between the parted fabric of Javiâs shirt, âI think you may be trying to legitimately kill me.âÂ
âFigured youâd like it. Didnât think youâd like it this much.â Javi smirked, biting down on his lip before taking another bite of food, his cheeks growing flushed and warm as he looked at you admiring him, wondering how in the hell he had gotten so goddamn lucky. âThanks, Mrs. PeĂąa.â He laughed, taking another bite of his food, shooting you a quick wink.Â
Mrs. PeĂąa.Â
God, if that alone wasnât enough to send you over the edge already, your new last name, combined with the incredibly attractive man you had gotten it from that you now got to call your husband? On top of that stupidly hot chain he had decided to throw on with his outfit? There was definitely something else you were hungry for other than the half cleared plate below you.Â
It was then that you couldnât have been happier you had been seated at a table on the edge of the beachside boardwalk, tucked behind a few stray palm trees, secluded enough out of view that you had no problem reaching under the table to rest your hand on Javiâs knee, toying with the hem of his shorts before letting your fingers creep further and further up his thigh.Â
âAre you almost done with your food?â You asked, your voice sweet and sultry as your hand brushing against Javiâs crotch immediately caught his attention, making his eyes go wide as he sat up straight, setting down his knife and fork to look down in his lap. âBecause if you are, I can think of something else I want for dessert when we go back to our room. Something I want really bad. You wanna feel how badly I want it?âÂ
Javi swallowed hard as your fingers wrapped more firmly around his bulge, gently massaging his dick in your grasp, before grabbing his hand and guiding it to brush along the slit of your sundress and closer to your core, aching and dripping with arousal. Letting his fingers creep up the inside of your thighs and ghost over your folds, his eyes went even wider, jaw practically dropping open to feel that you were not only absolutely soaked, but also not wearing any underwear at all. Using every ounce of composure he had to keep from falling apart right then and there at the dinner table, letting out a deep sigh as he cursed under his breath.Â
âJesus fucking Christ. Fuck, baby⌠Yeah, I can be done right now.â He groaned, nodding at your proposition before wrapping his hand around the meat of your thigh as he took a long inhale, staring you down with darkening eyes and a devilish grin across the table.Â
Never had you been more thankful that the resort you had picked to stay at was all inclusive, because if either of you had to wait a minute longer for a server to get your bill so you could get back up to your room, the probability of impending implosion would have been practically inevitable.Â
Firmly intertwining your fingers with his as you grabbed his hand, you were nearly dragging Javi through the hotel to the nearest bay of elevators, pleasantly shocked to find no one else waiting with you to travel up to their room, leaving the two of you alone to catch the next elevator back up to your floor.Â
Without a word, the second the elevator doors had closed, the two of you were on top of each other, a messy dance of tongue and teeth crashing together, Javiâs hands palming the meat of your ass over your dress while yours roamed over his chest, tracing the freckles of his tanned skin up to the golden chain dangling in the open buttons of his shirt, stopping to wrap the necklace around your finger, tugging Javi closer to you.Â
âFuck, you look so good with this on, baby.â You moaned, your words hot against Javiâs skin as you nipped at his neck, chain still tangled in your grasp. âI canât wait to fu-â
Barely aware of the fact that you had reached your floor, the ding of the elevator was enough to catch your attention and cut you off from completing the rest of your thought before the doors slid open, revealing a group of couples waiting for their ride down to the lobby. Frantically trying to play off the fact that if the elevator ride had gone any longer, you two definitely would have been seconds away from fucking in it, you gulped, giving Javi a nudge to his ribs to bring him back to reality, the two of you quickly trying to slide past the other guests without making a scene.Â
As the door closed behind you, you and Javi couldnât help but giggle at the fact that you couldnât seem to take an elevator trip alone without almost being caught making out like a pair of horny teenagers (which, to be fair, a pair of horny teenagers probably would have had more self control than the two of you being newlyweds on your honeymoon).Â
With your room only being a few doors down from the elevator, Javi began fumbling in the pocket of his shorts for his room key, working around the full hard on he already had under the fabric from how pent up he was. Quietly cursing under his breath until he found it, as soon as the card was swiping over the lock of the door, Javi was yanking you through into your room, instantly beginning to pull down the zipper to the back of your dress as you fumbled your way back to the bed.Â
Your dress fell to the floor in a crumpled pile before Javi was tossing you onto the mattress, shocked to see that you also hadnât even bothered to put on a bra, revealing your glowing skin and obnoxious tanlines from your time spent out in the sun.Â
âDirty fucking girl, not wearing anything underneath that dress for me. Fuck me, Hermosa. God, youâre so beautiful. So fucking perfect. My perfect wife.â Javi growled, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed to part your legs, draping them over his shoulders as he admired the wet mess between your thighs, your slick already coating your folds, glistening in the dim light of your hotel room. âMy perfect wife and her perfect fucking pussy already so wet for me.Â
Dragging his fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal as he ghosted over your throbbing clit, you let out a soft whimper in protest, sitting up on your elbows to look down at Javi, peppering kisses along the soft skin of your thighs.Â
âJavi, fuck- Baby, I wanted to go down on you. You look so good, I-I wanna taste you, Jav, p-please.â You moaned, your argument becoming less and less convincing as his kisses traveled to your center, nose brushing against your aching bundle of nerves before looking up at you with a lustful smirk, tightening his grip around your hips to hold you in place.Â
Javi shook his head as he laughed quietly to himself, watching you squirm and buck your hips towards his face, so desperately worked up and aching that the mess between your legs was really beginning to contradict your need to get Javi off before yourself.Â
âCariĂąoâŚâ Javi tutted, almost mockingly, digging his fingertips deeper into the meat of your flesh, âYouâre not going anywhere âtill I get a taste. I canât leave my poor wife all worked up like this, can I?âÂ
Before you had a chance to respond, the flat of Javiâs tongue was dragging through your heat in a long, broad stroke, firmly pressing against your clit, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as you threw your head back in pleasure, a soft whimper escaping from your parted lips. As the last of his lick slid through your folds, you shuttered at the feeling of the metal of his chain ghosting over your cunt as it dangled from his neck, only to cry out as you could feel the other piece of jewelry he was wearing on his left ring finger sink deep into your entrance.Â
âOh f-fuck-â You whimpered as another finger breached your tight hole, already sucking him in with your warm, wet walls while his digits curled, bumping against the sweet spot inside you that he knew made you crumble.Â
âThatâs it, baby girl.â He cooed, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt before diving back between your legs like a man starved, his tongue dancing in a swirling pattern of flicks and strokes between your folds as he lapped you up. You could feel yourself rolling your hips against his hand, whining at how thick and full he felt inside you, even more so now with the wedding band that had made its permanent home on his finger, taking every chance he could get to watch you cover the glistening gold ring in your arousal as yet another way to prove that you were his.Â
Javi could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his fingers as your bottom half squirmed against the sheets of the bed, the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, tingling building at the base of your spine. Latching his lips around your clit, he began to suck at your sensitive nub, his hand thrusting faster and deeper into your cunt, feeling you slowly coming undone under his touch.Â
âOh shit- fuck, fuck, Javi, Iâm so close baby, oh fuck, fuck, Iâm gonnaaahhhhhh-â Just like that, you were falling over the brink of collapse, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, pleasure flowing through every inch of your veins as you met your high, feeling the smirk of Javiâs smile pressed against your cunt as you soaked his face, his free hand wrapped around your hip, holding you in place for him.Â
âFuck, I swear, Iâll never fucking get over that.â Javi mewled, pulling back enough to sit on his heels, admiring the wet and puffy mess your pussy had become, gently pulling his fingers out of your heat, looking down at the way your arousal coated his fingers, covering his wedding band. âFucking soaked me, Hermosa. You like feeling my ring when I touch you like that, baby? Knowing Iâm all yours forever?âÂ
With your chest heaving in heavy breaths, you nodded frantically, blissed out look plastered across your face as you stared up at Javi, lust pooling in the dark brown of his eyes as he brought his soaked fingers to your mouth, tugging at your bottom lip as, opening your mouth for you to suck him clean, the warm and tangy taste of you still fresh on his skin.Â
âYou taste so fucking sweet, baby. Mi esposa sabes muy dulce.â (My wife tastes so sweet) Javi cooed, gently tugging his fingers out of your mouth, standing up to lean over the bed, caging your body under his as his lips crashed against yours in a needy mess of longing and desperation.Â
You could feel how painfully hard he was through the fabric of his shorts, his bulge straining against the seams of his zipper as he rubbed against your thigh, laying on top of you with one arm propped up beside your head, the other gently cupping your face, thumb rubbing back and forth along your cheek as he kissed you with the tender intensity that set your insides ablaze with desire, longing, no, needing to feel him buried deep inside you as you screamed his name.Â
It really had been your intention to suck Javi off the moment you had gotten back to your room, to drop to your knees and worship the beautifully handsome man you now got to call your husband and turn him into the same type of moaning, whimpering mess that he had just made you, but with the ferocity of each kiss and the instinctual jerk of Javiâs hips, there was nothing you wanted more than to be filled by the sweet sting of his cock pounding into you, over and over. Â
âJ-Javi, fuck- I need to feel you baby, please. Fuck, I wanna feel you so deep inside me.â You whispered, your teeth tugging at Javiâs earlobe as he peppered your jaw and neck with kisses, feeling the audible groan in his chest at your request, followed by a deep sigh as he tried to compose himself from the mess he was already becoming.Â
âYeah? Thatâs what you want, sweet girl? Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets.â He rasped, a devilish grin spread between his cheeks as he sat back to pull his shirt over his head, followed by his shorts and boxers, leaving him in nothing but the gold chain still dangling around his neck as he reached down to stroke his cock, red and dripping with precum before leaning back down to line up with your entrance.Â
You could feel your breath hitch as his tip brushed through your folds, rubbing gently against your clit as he collected your arousal to coat his length, looking down to watch as his length sunk deep into your cunt, the both of you letting out ragged moans at the sensation.Â
Javi paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sweet sting of his stretch as he filled you, his tip kissing your cervix while his hips met yours. The fullness made your brain go blank, completely at a loss for words as he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, pulling himself out enough to sink his whole length back into your cunt, each thrust making you whimper and moan, desperate for more.Â
âF-fuck, give me more, baby, you feel so good.â You whined, your hand wrapping around his bicep, fingertips digging into his flexing muscles.Â
âYeah? You want more, Hermosa?â Javi mewled, smirking to himself at the blissed out mess you were already becoming as the pace of his hips rutting into you began to quicken.Â
As each thrust became faster, the gold chain draped around his neck began to bounce against his chest, his body close enough to yours to feel the cool metal brush against your face with each snap of his hips into yours, the sight of his necklace dangling over you as you stared up at the furrowed and focused look painting his face. The image alone of him wearing that chain was enough to make you feel like you were going to cum on the spot, but as you lay caged beneath the weight of his broad body, feeling nothing but his warm skin and chain rub against you, you were nearly convinced it was going to be over for you right then and there.Â
Without even thinking, you lifted your head up off the bed just enough to grab the chain between your teeth, tugging him closer to you, the sudden yank making his eyes go wide in surprise as the two of you came nose to nose, foreheads brushing against each other before his lips were on yours again, entangling you in an all consuming kiss without faltering in his pace.Â
âFuck, you look so good.â You moaned, your lips parting just enough from his to whisper your praises into his ear. âYou look so hot with this fucking chain, Jesus Christ.âÂ
Your comment had a low, breathy laugh escaping from his chest, shaking his head to himself almost in disbelief at how enthralled you were with him.Â
âMe? Baby girl, you have no idea.â He cooed, slowing his thrusts to sit back on his haunches, readjusting you to bring your knees pressed to your chest, leaning back down, running his hands along your body, up your arms until he had them above your head, pinned down to the bed in his grasp. âYou know how many guys Iâve seen staring at you since weâve been here? How many dirty fucking looks Iâve had to give them? Maybe this ring on your finger isnât enough, mi amor.âÂ
âW-what do you, fuck- what do mean?â You whimpered, the new position opening you up in a way that had you feeling every inch of Javi as he sank his cock even deeper into your cunt, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible, your brain barely working enough to let your words escape from your mouth.Â
âI mean,â Javi groaned, tightening his grip to hold you in place, his eyes growing darker with desire with another deep, long thrust into your heat, âThat maybe, I need to fuck a baby into, Osita. Fuck a baby into my beautiful fucking wife, and let everyone see that youâre mine with our kid growing inside you.âÂ
Javiâs words sent a shiver down your spine, the thought alone making you whimper- You and Javi both had undeniable cases of baby fever, and now that you were finally married and had agreed that your birth control wasnât going to be a part of your packing list, the prospect that in 9 months from now, you could have a third member to your family? That was enough to have you close to finishing right then and there.Â
 A gulp traveling down your throat before a long exhale, trying to find the words to respond to his proposition, your voice trembling in an anxious excitement.Â
âF-fuck- Oh my god, yes. Fuck a baby into me, Javi. Let me, oh shit- let me make you a daddy.âÂ
âJesus Fucking ChristâŚâ Javi groaned, gritting his teeth, trying his best to maintain his own composure, taking a long exhale before his gaze met yours again, a fierce kind of determination and promise pooling in the deep chocolate brown of his eyes, leaning his body on top of yours, pushing your knees closer to your chest, opening you up to an even deeper angle as his mouth crashed into yours, beginning to pick up his pace once again as his hips snapped into yours. âThatâs what you want, Hermosa? Fuck, Iâll give it to you, baby. Oh shit- Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets, remember? You want a baby? Fuck- Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you Iâll fuck a baby into you right now.âÂ
You could feel the all too familiar tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine once again, Javiâs cock pounding perfectly into your g-spot over and over again, the hairs at the base of his length grinding against your throbbing clit, sending you to the brink of collapse with each thrust in and out of your cunt.Â
âYes, oh my god- yes, I w-want it so bad. P-please, baby, fuck.â You whined, starting to stumble over your words as you could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around his cock, the coil in your core tightening to the point of nearly snapping.Â
âFuck- say it again. Tell me- mierda- tell me how badly you want it.â Javi moaned, his thrusts becoming slopier and more desperate as he could feel himself on the verge of chasing his own high, knowing all too well you were almost hitting yours. Â
âI want you to fill me up, Javi. Fuck, fuck, fuck- I want it so bad. I want you to knock me up and give me a baby, please, baby, oh my god- please.â You were all but panting at this point, your legs starting to tremble as your cunt clenched tighter and tighter around Javiâs cock, the overwhelming sensation of his fullness, promise of pregnancy, and that damn chain dangling in your face was enough to finally send you over the edge. âFuck, Javi, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Iâm so close baby, Iâm gonna, oh shit- Iâm gonna cu-ahhhhhhh.âÂ
Those were the last words you were able to muster before you were screaming out Javiâs name as you came, euphoria and ecstasy radiating through every inch of your body, your orgasm crashing through you with so much intensity you could have sworn you were seeing stars.Â
Watching you fall apart beneath him, soaking his cock in your arousal as you came had Javi only moments behind you, the rhythm of his hips beginning to stutter, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each others combined with your wanton moans and whimpers and curses under your breath making him begin to babble incoherently.Â
âThatâs it, Osita. Thatâs my good girl. Fucking soak my cock, baby. Cum all over me before I, fuck me- fuck myself so deep in you itâll fucking take. Holy fuck- Fuck, Iâm gonna cum too. Gonna fucking fill you up. Give you all of me. Fuck, Iâll give you everyting, baby, mierda- everything youâll ever wa-ahhhhhhâÂ
With one last final thrust, Javi was spilling deep inside you, warm ropes of his spend coating your walls, milking himself of every single last drop before collapsing on top of you, the warmth and weight and of his body sinking on top of your chest as the two you sighed in sync, trying to catch your breath with long, labored huffs.Â
As Javi felt himself begin to soften, a groan rumbled low in his chest while he pulled out, feeling the mix of your spend dripping out your hole, coating the inside of your thighs in glistening juices. You let out an involuntary whimper at the loss of fullness inside you, your head falling back on the mattress in blissed out satisfaction, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to bring yourself back to reality after floating away in post-colotial bliss.Â
âHoly fuckâŚâ You whispered to yourself, lifting your head back up to see Javi sitting back on his heels, admiring the mess of the two of you pooling between your legs.Â
âSo fucking pretty, Hermosa.â He mewled, peppering kisses down the soft skin of your thighs, making his way back towards your core. Before you could even realize what was happening, Javiâs head was back between your legs, one broad stroke of his tongue collecting the tangy, salty mixture leaking out of your cunt and lapping it back into your entrance quickly replacing his mouth with his fingers to push the mixture of your spend even further into you.Â
Looking up at you, slick covering his mustache and smug grin spread between his cheeks, Javi curled his fingers just enough to make you yelp as he pressed against your g-spot, considering how worked up and overstimulated you already were.Â
âGotta make sure I keep you full of me, baby. Canât let anything go to waste.â Javi smirked, gently pulling out his fingers, resting his hands on your thighs, drawing soft circles on your skin with his thumbs.Â
You tried to sit back up, propping yourself on your elbows before Javiâs body was caging over you once again, slowly lowering himself down until your back was flat against the bed, cradling your jaw as guided you down with soft, slow kisses, feeling his chain brush against your chin he pulled away from your lips.Â
âYouâre not going anywhere, Momma. My wife wants a baby? Then Iâm doing everything I can to give her one. Whatever she wants.â Javi smirked, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead as his hand caressed your face, brushing your skin just gently enough to tickle you, a little giggle escaping from your lips as your eyes met his sweet puppy dog ones.Â
âYouâre ridiculous, you menace.â You laughed, playfully nudging Javi as he rolled over next to you on the side of the bed, wrapping his arm around you, tugging you to lay against his bare chest, your hand draping over his stomach before crawling up his chest, wrapping his gold chain around your fingers. âHmmmm whatever your wife wants, huh?â You smirked, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.Â
âWhatever she wants, Hermosa.â
âYour wife wants you to never take this damn thing off again.âÂ

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Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ đđ¨đ§đŹđđđ§đ. | natasha romanoff
. Ýâ đ đ˘đđđđđŚ . Natasha and you were the only 'constant' in each other's lives. poor you, to think you could get over her so easily.
. Ýâ đ¤đđđđđđđ . smut! i am not responsible for your content consumption! â making out, g!p Natasha, guided masturbation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (p in v), choking, swearing, homesickness, fluff, reconciliation.
. Ýâ đđđĄđđ . english isn't my first language (đ§đˇ) so i apologize for any spelling errors. been in love w Nat for a damn long time â i've been away for a while, but turns out i can't really live without her. i miss my red so much :(




Natasha Romanoff rarely had the chance to see the same face twice. She saw a lot of people throughout her life â as a spy, as a superhero, or simply as Natasha. The thing is: it was unlike she would return to a place sheâs been before. It wasnât uncommon for her to be on the run. Thus, she traveled around the whole world, and saw thousands, millions of different faces. Destiny made sure not to let her cross paths with the same individual again. It wasnât only the diversity of people that she witnessed, though. This woman saw the world. She knew lifeâs ups and downs, and at some point in her life, she just got used to the idea that it would forever be like this: boring. Boring experiences, boring women, boring men, boring relationships. Nothing was ever exciting, thrilling. It felt like she was advanced in time, and the rest of the world wasnât following her. This wasnât a complete lie, she got her maturity at a very young age, which made her pay the price now, in adulthood.Â
For a spy, the most important thing is to learn not to be caught off guard. But it seemed like life was never on Natashaâs side. And this time â it felt good. Oh, it felt so good.Â
At first, she didnât want to get high hopes. It would be just another temporary friendship to help her pass time, nothing more. However, you managed to surprise the red haired Avenger in the best way possible. When she decided to spare a little time of her life and get to know you more, it was really mind-blowing the side of herself she discovered. She never thought she could actually be.. giddy. Like a silly, hopeless romantic girl. That is what she became whenever it was time to see you. She got excited. Actually excited. She couldnât see through you, read your emotions or body language, like she did with other people; It was a natural thing, sometimes she didnât even mean to do that. But you, something within you, kept her at bay. Like you effortlessly turned Natasha into a normal woman. Somebody who could love. Somebody that wasnât raised and enhanced to be a killer. Not that you went through anything like she did, but you werenât naive. You showed her that people didnât necessarily have to be traumatized to be aware of things, of reality, of the surroundings. And for her, youâre the most beautiful person in the whole world. Inside and out. She adored you.Â
Opening up was never easy. Revealing the broken parts of herself wasnât like having a simple chat. But patience is a virtue and thankfully, you followed that say just fine. Little by little, the secrets came out. Most of the parts you already knew â itâs not like she wasnât a worldwide known superhero. What you mostly had to acknowledge were her feelings, the point of view of the little girl who was experiencing it all, and becoming a strong woman, with built up walls around her heart. Doing that was no problem. Natasha couldnât be more thankful.Â
She couldnât be more infatuated. More in love.
Sheâd always remember that one day: in the bar with her team, and you â chattery, music, tons of drinks and laughter. Stolen glances. Stomach butterflies, wild. The moment Clint pulled Laura a little closer to himself, and Tony kissed Pepperâs cheek. How she used that as an excuse to pull you into her lap. Your breath getting labored. Eyelashes gently fluttering, to the point she could count them. Your gentle yet tight grip on her shoulders. Your goddamn eyes staring right into hers. And the part where everything would change: her own bodily reactions to all those little details about you. When you restlessly shifted on her lap, quietly gasping when something poked you through your dress. Eyes going wide at the bulge showing on her black jeans.Â
From that point on, you belonged to her.
Or so, she thought.
The sex was great, but she was in conflict â she couldn't tell if the only reason for it to be that enjoyable was because you were both tipsy, almost drunk, or if it was really meant to be that way. It felt right, yes, to have you in her arms like this â naked, piles of discarded clothes laying by her bed.. the sound of your quiet snoring as you cuddled into her. It was also a relief to her. To have someone care for her, desire her, after so long, after forever. The night had been amazing. She was a mature woman anyway, wasn't she? She could sort her feelings out without messing up everything.
Wrong. By the morning, everything would change.
You stared at her as she got up and got dressed again, eyes still a little blurry from sleep, eyebrows ceasing into a small confused frown. "You're not staying?" you'd ask, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, bringing up the sheets to cover your unclothed body. "Ugh, my head hurts like hell,"
"Got things to do." she simply answered, cradling the side of your face and kissing your forehead. You could swear the look on her face was.. apologetic. She tilted her head towards the nightstand, where some aspirin and water waited for you. "Take these. I'll text you later."
"Okay.." you mumble, disoriented. As she leaves, you reach out, shoving the aspirin in your mouth and downing the pills with water. Was there something you were missing? Because all you could remember was how good her hands felt on you, the way they wrapped around you neck while sheâ
You shook your head, lying down again, and closing her eyes. All the fun and pleasure you had been given from the previous night was slowly vanishing and being replaced by a feeling of uncertainty and confusion. Natasha was an enigmatic person, okay, but you thought you knew her better. She had no reason to leave you just like that, especially when she had already vented about all her past experiences, flaws and failures. Nah, it was probably nothing, you were overthinking. Perhaps she indeed had something important to take care of. You closed your eyes as fatigue took over, and slept for a little bit more.
Natasha went back to her apartment â one of her apartments, and for the whole day, her thoughts ran like crazy. Her emotions were all over the place. She had just fucked her best friend, the one person she felt comfortable and at ease with. She considered her feelings carefully; this.. dinamic, between you two, had not been platonic for a considerable amount of time. But not being platonic doens't necessarily means being romantic. It could either be love, or lust. What happened the day before was carnal, once the two of you were way too much in a drunken haze to actually feel anything.
And, like always, Natasha didn't want to think about falling in love. She felt scared just by thinking about this. It was a new territory, one she wasn't willing to deep dive in. So she took her phone and deeply sighed, opening her chat with you.
"Yesterday was fun. But I need some time. I don't think this can work. Hope you're doing okay. xx"
That text just completely shattered you.
You had no idea what you did wrong. It was not like Natasha was pushing you away forever â but while being with her, the only thought running through your mind was: I wanna be with her. I wanna explore this with her. And Natasha didn't give a single sign that she thought the opposite. You felt... disappointed. With yourself and her. For hoping.
Yeah, getting involved with an ex kgb Avenger killer spy probably wasn't the best idea.
You wouldn't simply forget everything you shared together, so the easiest way here not to create a big tension was.. being fake. The two of you weren't stupid, you were aware of the unspoken feelings going on. But what happened that night should not happen again. So your friendship was what prevailed. A friendship like the start. But obviously, with a few changes. Natasha and you didn't lose touch â on the contrary, you were closer than ever. You spoke and flirted (a lot), but with one small rule, a rule that you subconsciously added to this.. situationship. No feelings involved. It would be singularly that. Friends, some casual hookups, and nothing else.
It didn't last, because that's not what you both wished, longed for.
Little by little, this turned boring again. Not that you were the boring one and she just didn't realize this before. Far from that. The thing was: Natasha and you were supressing your feelings, consequently, supressing all the thrill, the delicious tension that hanged in the air whenever she, once again, crossed paths with you. The russian wanted nothing more than just grab you and kiss you hard, pour all the emotions that she kept bottled up throughout her life into the kiss. But unfortunately, she couldn't. She had a duty to fullfil, as someone born, destined to save the world.
And with all of this, you and her settled a distance. You with your previous and trivial life, and her, saving little girls from bad guys, and bringing down cats from tall trees. It was truly shocking: one day, you lived for Natasha Romanoff. She was your everything and everything you'd ever want. In a blink of an eye, it ended. You followed your paths, like two completely different people, with different purposes.
Right person, wrong time.
Fool her, to think she could get over you that easily. Poor you, to try and put that inside of your head as well.
Sometimes, when normally doing daily tasks, you would catch yourself thinking about her â when you were going to watch TV and put your legs on the coffee table, instead of simply sitting. It was an habit of hers. Or when eating something with peanut butter. It was her favourite late night snack. When it rained. She liked to watch the rain. With somebody else's hands on you. It wasn't right. It was never right to have somebody else touch you. You were constantly thinking about your life before things with her changed â the memories brought comfort, a sense of nostalgia.. at some point, you weren't living in the present anymore. Just faking. Faking your feelings. Pretending it was okay to let her go.
This woman ruined you for everything and everyone else.
Natasha could relate to that. In a life that could be resumed in one word: a 'whirlwind' of a life, and you were her only 'constant' among all of this... she couldn't bear this anymore.
So she made an important decision.
The decision was today.
Today: she'd take you out again, praying that, if not reconciliation, she wanted at least to say everything she had to say. Because if life taught her one thing, was to make choices that she wouldn't regret in the future. And it was damn right she would regret choosing not to meet you tonight.
Sitting in the stool of the bar, in a more secluded corned, her eyes followed your figure as you approached â purse hanging on your shoulder, dress exposing your back and a little bit of your waist, eyes so awfully soft and gentle as you looked at her. It wasn't fair. A pang of guilt hit her hard. Oh, she regretted letting that go. She wanted you to be mad at her. But you were not. She shakily rises to her feet to kiss your cheek as you stand in front of her, thankfully not stumbling. Your eyes lock again, already in a trance. Just like that other day.
"How are you doing?" you ask. Natasha could cry. She missed that voice everyday. "Did I take too long? I'm sorry."
"No, no. Don't worry." she swallows hard. You both sit on the stools by the countertop. When the bartender comes, the redhead dismisses him. She wanted the two of you sober for this. "I'm... so much better now that you're here, honestly. How about you?"
"Amazing." you chuckle, tilting your head to the side and watching her. She didn't change a bit. Hair braided, black jeans, leather jacket. That was your Natasha. "I didn't expect you calling me here, to be honest..â"
"Me neither." she admits, in a whisper. Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, eyes involuntarily starting at your mouth. She sighs and looks into your eyes. "But I had to... I can't get you off my mind."
Her sincerity never fails to amaze you. With each second that passes, the butterflies in your tummy return, to remind you of the past â feelings and sensations resurfacing. You bite on your bottom lip and look around the bar, quickly scanning to see if there was anybody paying attention to the two of you. Maybe a few eyes here and there, which didn't linger. Everyone else was too busy minding their own business â and it's not like you'd care if someone was staring anyway. Natasha turned some heads. You felt greedy for that. You were the one having her. The only one having her.
"You live in my head rent free, Natasha." you tell her, voice having a sultry edge to it. You slowly stand, walking closer.
You take her hands and open her arms â making it possible for you to straddle her thigh. She tenses almost immediately. Her head tilts up to stare into your eyes, arms circling your waist to keep you close, where she wanted. You shake your head when you see a small frown between her eyebrows â lips pressing against that small spot, coaxing a little exhale of hers. She missed you. Everyday. Every minute. She wanted that respect and care all the time.
"What are we even doing here?" she whispers, so quietly you almost can't hear it. Her hands cup your waist and gently roam up and down your sides, palms brushing against your bare skin every now and then, all thanks to the waist slits of your dress. Your face leans closer to hers, noses bumping â the smallest of touches, making you both crave what you once had. "Why didn't I just invite you to my place right away?"
"I don't know. Why didn't you?" you raise one eyebrow, fingertips caressing her jawline. Her hands give your waist a squeeze â and you almost moan. She swore she could hear it. It replayed in her head, the beautiful sounds you made for her. She wanted to hear them again. She was going to make you sound like that again.
It wasn't just a physical thing â your body and mind craved her touch, her presence, so much that just the mere thought of being on her bed again got you soaked. She felt something wet through the rough fabric of her jeans, and that got her brain spinning. She fell for you hard. So painfully hard.
"Let's get out of here," she groans, hands firmly grabbing your thighs and lifting you up â wrapping your legs around her waist and carrying you out the pavement. Her hardness pressed right against your core â you blushed, hiding your face on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her neck.
In a heartbeat, you were back at your house.
Your place, because it was the fastest way, when taking the cab. No words were exchanged, not yet. The aching, burning need had to be taken care of first â before properly talking. Your back hits the wall hard as Natasha pushes you against it â her body trapping you between herself and the hard surface â hands hardly, possessively holding you by the hips. Desperately, even. Making sure you wouldn't slip away from her grasp. Her lips dance with yours, tentatively, yet naturally, tongues tasting one another after what felt like centuries. She felt so good, tasted so good.
"Nat..â" you moan against her lips, having her bottom lip trapped between your teeth, then releasing it. Your forehead against hers, eyes soft and filled with desire. Your hands hold her cheeks, traveling to her jaw. Needily, you press kisses to the side of her throat, breathing shaky, heart hardly thrumming. "I never stopped thinking about you..."
"Yeah?" she hums, grabbing the hem of your dress and lifting it up, bunching the fabric by your hips. Her fingers hook around the elastic of your panties and pull them down, pooling around your feet â making you gasp, and pull away from her neck. Eyes wide open. The air hits your heat, making you needier for her.
You almost mewl.
"God, I need you." Natasha utters. She grabs you again and smashes her lips against yours once more, now with so much more passion, more need, more anxiety. Her bulge presses against your now unclothed wetness, coaxing a tiny cry of need out of you. You breathlessly pull away from her, reaching down and fumbling with the buttons of her jeans â until she stops you.
"Noâ"
"Quiet." she shushes, maneuvering you back, until your body hits the mattress. She climbs onto the bed and stays in a kneeling position, hungrily taking you in. Messy, needy, all for her. Sober, like she wanted planned from the first time. "That dress goes off."
Her voice is commanding, yet not harsh â and her eyes betray her a little. Her eyes are almost pleading, that it is clear how much she needs this. To have you all to herself, to show you how much she wants that. Her underwear becomes even more tight as she sees your trembling fingers, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it aside, lips parted. Just by her look, you can tell she wants the bra off, too. So you reach behind your back and grants her silent wish, breasts now exposed to her sight.
"There you are..." she moans to herself, shamelessly taking in the sight of you. You're a work of art. With her hand, she coaxes your knees open, and parts your legs. "My... you're so wet. So perfectly wet."
"You're still with a lot on.." you quietly complain, feeling hot and shy at the same time. But her gaze is enough to wipe away the confusion from your eyes. She had a plan.
"Touch yourself for me." she breathes out.
Your eyes briefly widen with the unexpectedness of this statement. You had certainly done this before â touched yourself thinking of her â but the idea of showing this, while she watched, never crossed your mind. But it wasn't an unpleasant idea. It was actually... hot. Sensual. They darken, pupils blown wide as you make yourself comfortable against the pillows, eyelids fluttering as your legs spread a little more, palm resting on your stomach, then moving down. Deliberately, it reaches your sex, a shakily sigh leaving your lips when your middle and ring finger collect some of the slick coat covering your sensitiveness, using it to slowly rub your clitoris, getting you to gasp louder.
"Natasha..." you whisper, eyes falling close, thoughts wandering.
Wandering back to the start â when you first discovered your feelings for her, then the climax, when you both got in bed due the alcohol â then the aftermath, when you needed her so much, felt so alone at night, that your fingers were the only solution. Little wet sounds echo within the room as you rub circles on yourself, applying just the right amount of pressure, that it doesn't take long for the pit in your stomach to manifest itself.
"Faster." Natasha rasps out, taking her jacket and quickly throwing it away. She pulls her tank top over her head, then undo the buttons of her jeans â leaving the bed, just so she can get rid of all the uncomfortable fabric, and climbing it again. She crawls closer to you â eyeing you as you worked on your pussy, her hands caressing your thighs, adding to the stimulation.
"Please...!" you whimper, doing as you're told â rubbing yourself faster â slipping one of your fingers inside your entrance, almost cumming, that quickly. "Please, I need you..!"
"I need you too," she moans to herself, and harshly grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away. You moan loudly in protest â Natasha wouldn't tease you. Not today, when you both needed each other so much. She discards her undergarments, finally â groaning as she's set free. Your eyes lock on her hard length, which was practically hitting her abs now.
"Put it inside me." you beg, grabbing her shoulders to pull her closer. She hovers over you, bracing herself on her forearms, on each side of your body. Your fingernails gently graze her back. Natasha was feeling so much, so much more than she ever felt. Your eyes were sparkling so much, like you were crying â shimmering with the depth of your adoration for her. You grab her cheeks and press your lips to hers, in a gentle peck. Knowing her past, she didn't have to explain her reasons for what had happened. She was scared before, and you respected. "Go on. Love me."
She couldn't wait no longer. She lowers her forehead to your shoulder and places her hands on your hips â her chest against yours, as she lined herself with your hole, effortlessly pushing inside. Stretching you out, like she once did. Having the chance to hear that delicious sounds again.
"You're mine... shit," she groans, rolling into you gently, getting you used to the feeling first. You're so tight, so perfect around her. Natasha's overwhelmed. Her hands press against the base of your throat, squeezing firmly, yet leaving enough room for air. She's so hot. "That pussy is mine. You're mine. You're all mineâ"
"Yes," you moan, wrapping your legs around her middle. You wouldn't take long to come tonight. Maybe she'd make you come over and over. She rocks into you, pace not too slow, not too fast. Just right. The right tempo to bring you both the pleasure and connection you so much needed. "Mhm.. fuck, Nat, missed your cock,"
"You're gonna take it over and overâ" she comments â kissing your shoulder, roaming her hands up your body, her right palm cupping your breast and giving it a firm squeeze. Your head lolls back, mouth opening to allow a satisfied moan out. "I'm never fucking letting you go again,"
She accelerates, pulling almost all the way out just to slam back into you again â feeling her climax approach. She moves her mouth close to your ear and moans â her own sounds now mixing with yours.
"Natasha...! Fuck, you feel soo good," you gasp, a wave of pleasure washing over you as you get closer. She takes the hint immediately, cupping the back of your knee and pushing it up, allowing her a better angle. "Ah, gimme more,"
"My greedy girl," she groans, her head tilting back. Her cock twitches inside of you â precum already painting you white. She glanced down at where your folds swallowed her, eyes darkening impossibly more. "You're so goddamn tight... 'm not gonna last, moya krasivaya malysha,"
"Okay.. 'ts okay... Cum with me..." you beg her, tangling your fingers into her red strands of hair, pulling her down more, so her forehead rests against yours â the eye contact increasing the intimacy of the moment. She didn't know what to expect now. Didn't know what to think. Only that she had to fill you up.
"C'mon.. nhg, darling.. c'mon.. cum around me," she encourages, feeling her own legs shake as her orgasm washed over her.
She grabbed your hips hard and slammed into you â once, twice, three times, filling you up with her hot release. You squeezed your eyes shut as your body shuddered forwards, breasts pressing against her own as a long, strangled moan flowed out of you, nails digging into her back, pressing her body against yours as you finished. Your walls clenched around her cock, swallowing her more, not allowing her to pull away just that. "God.. I love you!"
Natasha blinks, not sure if she heard right. Her heart squeezes in her chest, arms wrapping around your body. Her back hits the bed and she flips you on top of her, still inside of you â but now, her member softened. The adrenaline was running wild, but you had calmed down a little bit. Just a little. Because this time, it wasn't pure sex. It was lovemaking.
Your face is buried in her chest as she brings up the covers, creating a cocoon of warmth around you. She buries her face into your hair and inhales deeply, staying silent. Just to process things.
"I love you, too. So so much." she murmurs into you hair. She felt terrified to say this. But once you're someone who she already showed her scars to, it's not that bad anymore.
"You do?" you ask expectantly, feeling tired, drowsy. Natasha smiles at that. She feels her eyes burning with heavy emotion. She nods.
"Yes... I love you so much." she confirms, softly stroking her hair, brushing some strands away from your sweaty forehead. "And I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?"
"You're asking me to be your girlfriend after the sex?" you chuckle quietly, but happiness was evident in your voice. Now you could sleep at peace. The first night of rest you'd have in a long time. In the arms of the woman you cherished, worshipped.
Natasha had won now. She was so fucking relieved. All because of a phrase.
"Of course I will, you idiot."
"I'm never, ever, ever letting you go again." the room is messy, smell of sex lingering around you. But now things were sorted out. By the morning, you could have a more direct, serious conversation. For now, you'd rest together, wrapped up in each other's arms, like it was always meant to be.

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70 Things I think about Boyfriend!Jason Todd
(f!reader)
i am so so so normal about him, I swear
1. He doesnât bring work home
Jason has a strict no Red Hood talk in the apartment rule unless itâs absolutely necessary. You know when heâs been out rough- he limps a little, his knuckles are raw, but heâll deflect with, âGuy at the bodega tried some shit.â
You donât ask. He doesnât offer. Thatâs the deal.
2. Heâs pierced and quietly punk about it
Yeah, his ears are pierced. Probably has been since he was a teenager trying to look cool in Crime Alley. You caught him wearing your tiny silver studs one morning and when you asked about it, he grunted, âDidnât want the holes to close.â But now? He steals them on purpose. Your favorite heart-shaped pair? Gone. Heâs wearing them on patrol.
3. Jumpy as hell
Youâve learned to call his name gently if his back is to you. Sudden touches get a reaction- nothing violent, but fast. Too fast. His shoulders tense. His eyes flick to every exit like muscle memory. Sometimes he apologizes under his breath like he hates that part of himself. You just squeeze his hand and remind him he's safe here.
4. Lives on black coffee, toast, and junk unless you intervene
Left to his own devices, Jason will literally survive off diner coffee and cold toast- or worse an unholy amount of energy drinks. You started slipping protein bars and cut fruit into his bag like you were packing for a grumpy kid. He acts annoyed. He eats every bite.
5. He smells like leather, gunpowder.... and your shampoo
He started using your shampoo one day âby accidentâ and now he just does it on purpose. You donât even complain because the mix of him and you is better than any perfume.
6. Stole your bracelet and wonât admit it
A dainty chain bracelet you lost months ago? It's looped around the base of one of his pistols now, dangling like a charm. When you spot it and raise an eyebrow, he just shrugs:
âMustâve fallen into my bag.â
âYou expect me to believe-â
âGuess you shouldnât leave your stuff lying around, sweetheart.â
Heâs never giving it back. Thatâs his lucky charm now.
7. Clings in his sleep
Heâd never admit it, but heâs a stage-4 clinger. Arm around your waist, face tucked against your shoulder, legs tangled. If you get up to pee, heâll grumble in his sleep and roll into the warm spot you left behind like a human furnace.
8. Wonât say âI need you,â but he shows it
He fixes your sink at 2 a.m. because it dripped once. He tracks your location âfor safetyâ (but it makes him breathe easier). If youâre late texting back, he spirals internally but never shows it- just casually drops by, âcoincidentally,â to check on you.
He wonât say âI need you.â But he shows it. Every damn day.
9. Sings along to old records while cleaning
You caught him once deep-cleaning his guns while singing quietly to a scratchy vinyl playing old blues rock. You didnât say anything. Just listened. It felt like church.
10. Says âIâm not good at thisâ but is good at this
He thinks heâs bad at love. He thinks heâs bad at being normal. But he kisses your forehead when youâre sick, folds your laundry weird but tries, and reads the same book five times because itâs your favorite.
Heâs good at love. In all the ways that matter.
11. âI love a man in leatherâ ruined him forever
It started as a joke- you said it with a wink, barely teasing. But Jason? He froze. Blinked. Filed it away. And then that night, lying in bed, stared at the ceiling thinking about all the tactical leather he already owned.
The next time he came home from patrol, he stood awkwardly in the doorway, helmet in hand.
â...Do you like it when I wear the jacket?â
You smirked. He blushed. And that was the beginning of the end.
12. He was pretty sure he was vanilla. He was wrong.
Jason always thought he was a âlights off, soft kissesâ kind of guy. And he still is- but now thereâs rope in his bedside drawer, wrist cuffs under the bed, and a vague working knowledge of Shibari. Heâs not saying itâs all your fault.
But it is.
13. He only lets himself explore it with you
Youâre the only one he trusts enough to see that side of him. Heâs not used to feeling safe being vulnerable- even when heâs the one in control. But with you? He can breathe. He can ask. He can learn.
And when you look up at him with love and hunger in your eyes, he doesnât feel like a monster- he feels wanted.
14. He absolutely panicked the first time he said âGood girlâ
It slipped out. He didnât plan it. He just said it in the heat of the moment and you moaned. Hard.
Jasonâs brain blue-screened.
He froze for a solid three seconds and whispered, â...Did you like that?â
You nodded.
He never stopped saying it after that. Still says it like itâs sacred.
15. But outside the bedroom? He's still the shyest little freak about it
You: *teasing him at dinner with a wink*
Jason: *choking on his water and glaring at you like heâs been caught committing crimes*
You: âBaby, you literally tied me up last night.â
Jason: âKeep your voice down!â
16. Leather jacket is now permanently associated with you getting handsy
Itâs your fault. Every time he wears the jacket, you get a look in your eye like youâre about to climb him like a tree.
Now he canât put it on without a smug smirk and the quiet thought: Sheâs gonna pounce.
17. Heâll never go to a sex store in person, but heâs got a burner account online
Jason Todd has a burner account with expedited shipping and privacy wrapping because heâs too much of a shy little freak (to everyones suprise) to risk being seen browsing handcuffs in person.
You caught him once comparing reviews on two different floggers, reading so seriously you'd think it was a medical journal. He blushed hard when you snuck up behind him.
18. Aftercare king
No matter how dark or rough it gets, heâs the most tender man afterward. Holds you close. Kisses your shoulders. Runs you a bath and washes your hair like itâs a ritual.
âDid I go too far?â
âNo, Jay. You were perfect.â
And he just melts, forehead against your shoulder, whispering: âOkay. Good.â
19. Still folds towels wrong. Still starts fake fights about it.
He'll tie you up with perfect knots but can't fold a towel for shit. You don't know how the two coexist. Heâs a contradiction youâre obsessed with.
20. One time he called himself your âbad boyâ and immediately cringed
He was trying to be flirty.
He meant it ironically.
He said, âYou like your bad boy in leather, huh?â and then groaned halfway through it like he regretted every word.
You burst out laughing.
He kissed you to shut you up.
He's 'Bad Boy đ' in your phone now and he hates loves it.
21. He is so dramatic when heâs sick
This man has literally died. Heâs been shot, stabbed, blown up.
But give him a head cold? And he is bedridden. Blanket burrito. Groaning like heâs on his deathbed. Whispering, âTell Alfred⌠I fought bravelyâŚâ before blowing his nose with your nice hand towel.
22. âIâm fine.â - a blatant lie
Heâll cough so hard he bends over double, then straighten up like nothing happened.
âYou need rest-â
âIâm fine.â
âYou sound like a dying engine.â
âIâve had worse.â
Yeah. And? That doesnât mean he should be eating cereal for dinner and refusing to take cold meds.
23. He wonât admit it but heâs needy as hell
He doesnât ask. Not directly. But his head ends up in your lap. He âaccidentallyâ falls asleep curled against your side. He mumbles your name mid-fever dream, eyes fluttering open and searching for you.
You bring him soup, and he blinks at you like youâve just saved his soul.
24. Absolutely pouts if you leave the room too long
Heâll be half-asleep, but the second you get up to do anything- laundry, pee, breathe -heâll grunt, shift dramatically, and mumble,
ââŚThought you left me to die.â
You roll your eyes. âI was gone for two minutes.â
âCouldâve been the end.â
15. Heâs warm. Like a human furnace
Fevers donât just make him sick- they make him clingy and overheat-y. Heâll wrap himself around you like a weighted blanket and then get mad when you complain about sweating.
âIâm literally melting, Jason.â
âIâm dying, but go off I guess.â
26. Gets oddly philosophical when medicated
One dose of NyQuil and heâs pondering the meaning of mortality and if souls really go to heaven.
âYou think if I died again, youâd still love me?â
âJason. Baby. Please take a nap.â
27. Claims he doesnât remember any of it once heâs better
You mention how cute he was? The way he asked for more soup with a soft âpleaseâ and big sleepy eyes?
âI donât recall,â he says.
You show him a video? âDeep fake.â
Catches you giggling? âYouâre making shit up. Iâm a menace. I donât cuddle.â
28. But secretly? He loves how you take care of him
He didnât get this, growing up. No one ever rubbed circles on his back or checked his temperature with a kiss. He doesnât know how to ask for it⌠but god, he soaks it up when you give it anyway.
Itâs healing in more ways than one.
29. When you get sick later? He panics
Oh suddenly heâs a nurse. Full-time. Soup. Blankets. Calls in favors from actual doctors he knows.
âBaby, itâs just a sore throat-â
âNo. No. Iâve seen this before. It starts with a sore throat. Next thing you know, youâre in a Lazarus Pit.â
30. One time he sneezed in his helmet and you never let him live it down
He didnât take it off in time. It echoed. It was tragic.
You laughed so hard you cried.
He glared at you with the most long-suffering expression of his life and muttered,
âThis is why I work alone.â
31. He warns you the first time things get serious
Itâs not the mask thatâs hard to take off. Itâs the shirt.
The first time you're undressing each other, he pauses, hands shaking slightly as he pulls back.
âI should warn you,â he says.
And then quieter:
âItâs bad.â
32. He avoids mirrors when heâs shirtless
Not just because of the usual trauma- but because sometimes he catches his reflection and flinches. The Y-shaped autopsy scar down his chest is brutal. Surgical. Cold.
It reminds him of what he was: a body on a slab. A lost cause.
Not a man. Not a lover. Just evidence.
33. He expects you to look away
Even as he undresses, heâs already bracing for it- for the flicker in your eyes, the pity or horror or discomfort.
He stares at the wall. Waits for the silence. Waits for the shift in the way you breathe.
34. You donât look away. Not even a little.
Your touch is reverent. Your lips follow the trail of old scars like a prayer.
âYouâre beautiful,â you say.
Jasonâs chest stutters, and he doesnât believe you- not really -but he wants to.
God, he wants to.
35. He never turns the lights on during sex. Until you ask him to.
Heâs okay in shadows. Heâs safe in them.
But one night, you whisper, âLet me see you,â and something in him breaks open.
He lets the light touch all the places he hides.
And your hands never flinch.
36. His scars are sensitive
Especially the big ones. Sometimes they itch. Sometimes they burn.
But when your fingers trace them? Itâs grounding. Calming. Makes him feel like maybe he can own this body again.
37. One time, you kissed his chest and he teared up
He didnât mean to. It just happened.
You didnât say anything- just held him while he breathed through it. And that silence? That softness? It meant more than any words could.
38. You bought him a new mirror one day. He stared at it for weeks before using it.
It was taller. Nicer. Framed in soft wood. When he finally stood in front of it with you, he didnât look away.
You stood behind him, arms around his waist, and he whispered,
ââŚI donât hate it as much. When youâre in the picture.â
39. He traces your body the same way now
All the places youâre soft, he worships. All the places youâve ever been insecure- he sees none of it.
âLook at me,â he says.
âIf you can love this,â he gestures to himself, âthen you better let me love you.â
40. You never treat his scars like they make him broken
Because they donât. They make him Jason. And you wouldnât trade a single inch of him- not the roughness, not the past, not the damage.
Because under all of it, is a heart that still dares to love you back.
And that's more beautiful than anything youâve ever seen.
41. Letting it slip about the Waynes
One day, while in the middle of an argument (as one does), Jason just blurted it out.
âOkay, fine, maybe I was adopted by the Waynes!â
You froze.
âWait. Hold upâWHAT?â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm a Wayne. Big surprise, right? Have fun with that one.â
"...BABY, FUCK YOU MEAN YOU'RE RELATED TO BRUCE FUCKING WAYNE?!?"
Jason just stares at you, clearly unprepared for this reaction.
âI-â
âJASON. WHAT. THE. FUCK.â
42. He immediately regrets saying it
As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jason wants to claw them back. Heâs not ready to unpack that- itâs a can of worms heâs been keeping sealed tight.
But then thereâs you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, looking at him like he just dropped the biggest bombshell.
âShut up, okay? Justâjust donât bring it up ever again.â
But he knows thatâs never going to happen.
43. He insists on not using any of Bruceâs money
The second he found out about the inheritance, Jason made it clear:
âIâll never touch any of that money. Itâs not mine.â
Bruce offered him more than enough, but Jasonâs pride wouldnât let him. Heâd rather suffer on his own than take a single dollar from the man who, in his mind, could never truly be family.
Yet, when you need something- he canât help but slip you a debit card once in a while, eyes narrowing as if daring you to question it.
44. Off-brand snacks and drinks, forever
Youâre sitting at home one night, you reach for some chips, and Jasonâs hand slaps yours away.
âNo. Not those.â
He reaches into the pantry and pulls out a bag of âChipperoni Crunchies,â not the name-brand chips, but the generic stuff. The ones that come in weird, colorful bags with cartoon characters on them.
âThey taste better.â
You give him a skeptical look.
He just shrugs.
âThey do.â
Itâs the same with his drinks. Heâll turn his nose up at anything with a fancy label on it and will only go for store-brand cola that comes in an off-color can.
âYou canât taste the difference,â he insists, as he sips from a glass bottle, wiping the rim like he's a secret connoisseur of trash beverages.
45. He keeps a stash of âguilty pleasuresâ in your kitchen
No one else is allowed to see the true extent of his obsession with cheap snacks. If Alfred found out, he'd be disappointed. So he keeps it secret.
When youâre not looking, heâll stockpile all of his guilty pleasure foods in your kitchen: neon-colored candy, microwave pizza, and prepackaged cupcakes with sprinkles that stick to your teeth in the worst way.
âDonât tell anyone about this,â he mutters, but you both know itâs inevitable.
Heâs just Jason. No amount of money or Wayne prestige can make him stop being Jason.
46. The first time you tease him about it, heâs defensive
You laugh at the ridiculously large bag of "fake Cheetos" heâs just brought over.
âDonât laugh,â he growls. âTheyâre better, okay?â
âReally? The fake version of Cheetos?â
âItâs called being resourceful,â he grumbles, crossing his arms like heâs trying to defend his honor.
Itâs just a bag of chips, but the Wayne pride is stronger than he likes to admit.
47. He will never be caught at a five-star restaurant
Youâve tried. Youâve dragged him to fancy places, tried to get him to âtreat himselfâ to something nice.
Jason? Never steps foot in a place like that unless it's on business- and even then, heâs glaring at the rich patrons like they're the real criminals.
His idea of a perfect date? Fast food, a cheap diner, or just takeout from his favorite hole-in-the-wall pizza place. Thatâs his comfort zone.
48. If you ever bought him something fancy, heâd get weird about it
You got him a really nice leather jacket once- smooth, premium quality, sleek black.
He took one look at it and immediately said, âYou didnât need to get me this, babe. Iâm good with my old stuff.â
But when you werenât looking, he stroked the soft leather and secretly loved it.
The jacket still sat in his closet, perfectly untouched- just waiting for a moment when heâd admit that maybe he deserves nice things. But heâs not there yet. Not really.
49. He low-key loves your "bougie" (normal) snacks, but wonât admit it
You try to introduce him to your more ârefinedâ tastes. Maybe itâs a fancy cheese, or high-end chocolate, or a real coffee drink thatâs not just âinstantâ powder.
At first, Jasonâs all about his junk food. But you catch him secretly swiping the expensive chocolate bar from the fridge.
âI hate these,â he says, but you catch the way his eyes flicker with a guilty pleasure.
âThen why do you keep eating them?â
âShut up.â
50. Heâs proud of his independence
He may hate the whole Wayne legacy, but heâs still proud of how heâs carved his own path. His tastes, his choices- even his snacks -are just another way of proving that heâs not defined by his 'family' name.
And somehow, thatâs the part that makes him feel the most like himself. Not the Red Hood. Not âWayneâs adopted son.â Just Jason Todd.
51. You call him âdaddyâ in front of someone- an accident to be fair
One morning, youâre in a rush to leave for work and casually call out, âBye, daddy!â out of habit before heading out the door. You donât even think twice about it.
But when you shut the door, you turn and see Damian sitting on the couch, looking at you like youâve just committed the most cardinal sin.
Silence fills the room as you realize what you've done.
Jason, meanwhile, is trying not to laugh while Damian stares him down, and there's a whole "You told her to call you that?" conversation that never gets resolved. Damian just gives Jason the side-eye for the next few days.
52. The first time you meet his family- Oh boyâŚ
When Jason finally takes you to meet his family, you almost choke at the sight of that massive, impressive mansion.
Youâd been hearing about them for a while, but nothing could prepare you for the pure opulence of the place.
Jason, trying to play it cool, introduces you to his siblings. But deep down, you can see the unease in his eyes. Heâs hoping his siblings donât completely embarrass him in front of you.
Spoiler: they totally do.
53. Jasonâs siblings stealing you away to tell you embarrassing stories
Once they know youâre there, his siblings (usually the most asshole-ish ones) quickly whisk you away to the kitchen or garden, telling you the most embarrassing Jason Todd fucked up stories.
One talks about the time he tried to sneak out as a kid and got stuck in a tree for an hour. Another shares the story of when he lost a bet to Damian and had to wear pink for a week and he cried.
By the end of it, youâre laughing so hard, you canât tell if Jasonâs going to explode or just sit there trying not to die of embarrassment.
54. Jasonâs family finds out youâve been living together for a year- a whole year?!
At a family dinner, you and Jason casually mention youâre planning on moving apartments soon.
Thatâs when his siblings drop the bombshell.
âWait, youâve been living together for a year and never told us?â
Jason looks at them like heâs been caught in a mildly embarrassing situation. âWhatâs the big deal? Itâs not like I owe you a rundown of my life.â
His family is way too interested now, and Jason tries to play it cool, but you both know itâs one of those awkward moments that will haunt him for years to come.
55. Jasonâs protective side when it comes to his family and you
If his siblings start messing with you too much or saying anything too embarrassing, Jasonâs response is instant.
âKnock it off. You wanna deal with me?â
He doesnât threaten them, but the way he says it? Yeah, they take a step back.
And when itâs just the two of you later, heâs like, âIf they ever make you uncomfortable, I swear, Iâll-â
You reassure him, but you appreciate how seriously he takes your comfort with his family.
56. Jason buys you a ridiculously expensive gift, but itâs low-key, and youâre both uncomfortable
One night, Jason comes home and hands you this insanely expensive necklace with a diamond 'J' charmâway out of your usual price range.
"What's this?" you ask, giving him a confused look.
âJust... because,â he says, scratching his head awkwardly. âI saw it and thought youâd look good wearing it.â
Youâre immediately touched, but you can tell Jasonâs acting a little weird about it. It's one of those moments where he wants to spoil you, but his pride gets in the way.
57. Jason finds it way too easy to spoil you now though
At first, he fought it. He thought, âNah, Iâm not the type to just throw money around.â
But now? Oh, now itâs second nature.
If you even hint at something you want, Jasonâs on it like white on rice.
He knows the moment you mentioned a new phone, youâre gonna find it waiting for you at home. Because Jason was already ahead of the game.
58. His family doesnât understand his quiet obsession with you
At some point, his siblings ask him directly, âSo... when are you gonna admit youâre in love with her?â
Jason almost chokes on his drink. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
But everyone knows. His family can see how he softens around you, how heâd do anything to make sure youâre comfortable and happy.
And Jasonâs so not used to this, so he just acts all defensive about it, even though his familyâs already figured it out.
59. Jason doesnât actually talk about his family that much
Itâs not that heâs embarrassed. Itâs just that Jason doesnât want you to see him through the lens of his familyâs wealth and drama.
Sometimes he lets little things slip, but mostly, he keeps his family life under wraps.
He doesnât need you to like them. He just wants you to like him, and to him, thatâs what matters most.
60. Jasonâs family low-key approves of you
Despite all the chaos, his family starts to realize that youâre a good match for Jason. You challenge him, make him laugh, and somehow manage to keep him grounded when his ego gets out of hand.
At the end of the day, they know heâs better with you.
That doesnât stop them from occasionally teasing him, of course, but they can see what he sees in you.
61. Jason panics to pick the perfect ring
Jason spends days- days -agonizing over the perfect ring. Itâs not that he doesnât know what youâd like, itâs just that this is a huge decision. He doesnât want to screw it up. So, of course, he recruits his sister for help, who takes you out on a âgirls dayâ to get your nails done and do some shopping. You have no idea why, but Jasonâs silently breathing a sigh of relief the whole time as she helps pick out a ring that heâs sure will make you say yes.
62. Jason cries while talking to his brothers
Jason never thought heâd be talking about marriage to anyone- let alone his brothers. But here he is, pacing back and forth in front of them, confessing that heâs about to propose. And he's... crying. Not because he's weak, but because he's terrified. âIâm actually doing this,â he whispers, shaking his head. âIâm about to propose to the woman I love. Holy shit, Iâm actually doing it.â
His brothers? Theyâre all smiles and a little bit of laughter, making fun of him, but deep down, they know this is a big step for him, and they support him.
63. Jason gets on one knee, and you donât say anything
When he finally proposes, itâs simple. In the park where you had your first date. Jason goes down on one knee, holding the ring out in front of you, but youâre so quiet that for a second, he thinks youâre going to say no. Panic sets in, and then you start sobbing, whispering over and over, âYes, yes, yes.â
Jasonâs heart nearly explodes, and he kisses you right there, the world disappearing around you both.
64. Hes... a dad?
A few months after the proposal, you show him the ultrasound picture, and Jason freezes, his eyes tracing the dates. He counts back, and a realization hits him like a ton of bricks. âOh fuck,â he mutters to himself, panic rising. âThat was the night we-â
It takes him a minute, but heâs almost certain. That was the night you conceived. Itâs terrifying, yet beautiful, but heâs more scared than heâs ever been. He wants to be a dad, but can he actually do it?
65. Jason moves the wedding date up
Jason may not be traditional, but once he found out about the baby, he made a decision. The wedding date was moving up. He wasnât going to have his daughter born to parents who werenât married, and damn it, he wasnât waiting any longer. He wants to make sure that little girl has the kind of family he never had growing up.
66. The wedding is simple but perfect
The wedding is small and simple, just how Jason wanted it. His brothers are both his best men, and they give him so much shit about it, but Jason wouldnât have it any other way. You agree to let his sister be your maid of honor, and though there are a few moments of tension, everything falls perfectly into place. Jason, in his suit, looks at you like youâre the only thing that matters. You both say your vows, and thereâs no turning back now.
67. Jason holds his newborn and sobs
When you give birth to his daughter, he holds her in his arms for the first time, and Jason just breaks. Heâs never been so overwhelmed in his life. Itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen, and when he presses her tiny body against his chest, he cries. Big, ugly, full of love tears. "Iâm gonna protect you with everything Iâve got," he whispers. "I promise."
68. The Wayne family spoils her rotten
Itâs not surprising that Jasonâs daughter gets spoiled by the entire Wayne family. Every time they visit, she gets showered with gifts, new clothes, toys she doesnât even know what to do with. Jason watches it all with a soft smile, knowing how much this little girl is going to be loved and protected. They can spoil her as much as they want, because sheâs his little princess.
69. Jason being the ultimate girl dad
Itâs her fourth birthday, and Jasonâs letting his daughter paint his face with play makeup, sitting there patiently as she dabs the brush all over his face. Itâs the kind of moment that makes Jason feel like the luckiest man alive. Heâs so in love with her. No matter how messy or goofy things get, he wouldnât change a thing. Sheâs his little girl, and heâll cherish every second.
70. Jason Todd has never been happier
As chaotic and sometimes overwhelming as his life has been, nothing compares to this moment. Sitting on the couch with his daughter on his lap, his arms around you, Jason canât help but think that this? This is happiness. The love he never knew he needed has found him, and for the first time in a long time, he feels like everything is right. Heâs a husband, a father, and for the first time in his life...
He feels at home.
And that leather jacket you got him years ago? He's finally wearing it.
RAHHHHHHHH I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM
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Itâs nearly 2 a.m. when Lewis' phone starts buzzing on his nightstand. He groggily reaches for it, squinting at the screen.
You.
He exhales a quiet chuckle before answering. "Didnât expect to hear from you at this hour," he teases, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.
"Lewisssss," you drag out his name dramatically. "You have to come get me."
He sits up immediately. "Whatâs wrong? Where are you?"
"Iâm drunk," you announce, as if itâs the most serious emergency in the world. "Like, really drunk. Like⌠I think my shoes are talking to me. And I hate them."
Lewis bites his lip, suppressing a laugh. "Alright, where are you, trouble?"
You tell him the name of the bar, and without hesitation, he throws on a hoodie and grabs his keys. Casual or not, heâs not about to leave you stranded.
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The moment you slide into the passenger seat, you sigh dramatically. "I knew youâd come," you say, slumping against the window.
"Course I did," he replies, glancing at you with amusement. "Couldn't leave you out here having existential crises with your shoes."
You frown, suddenly serious. "They deserved it. They were being mean."
Lewis laughs, shaking his head. "Alright, letâs get you home."
"Your home," you correct. "I wanna go to your place."
He raises an eyebrow but doesnât argue. "Alright, my place it is."
You hum in approval, then after a beat of silence, you sigh dramatically again. "Lewis."
"Hmm?"
"Youâre so⌠handsome," you say, reaching out to poke his arm like youâre testing if heâs real. "Itâs honestly kinda rude."
He smirks. "Iâll be sure to apologize for that later."
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Getting you inside is one thing. Getting you to sit still? Another challenge entirely. Youâre overly affectionate, giggling every time he touches you, and dramatically melting into him when he tries to help you stay upright.
"You need to shower," he says, leading you toward the bathroom.
"I need to kiss you," you counter, poking his chest. "But someone is being difficult."
Lewis chuckles, steadying you by the shoulders. "Shower first, yeah?"
You pout but nod. "Fine. But you have to help me."
He sighs but obliges, turning on the water and carefully helping you out of your dress while keeping his eyes respectfully averted. Not that you make it easy.
"Are you blushing, Sir Lewis Hamilton?" you tease, poking his cheek.
"Behave," he warns, but the grin never leaves his face.
He helps you into the shower, staying outside to hand you shampoo and making sure you donât accidentally faceplant. Once youâre clean, he wraps you up in one of his hoodies, helping you sit on the bathroom counter while he gently wipes off your makeup.
"Youâre so sweet," you mumble, watching him through half-lidded eyes. "Like⌠disgustingly sweet. Itâs unfair."
He smirks. "Iâll be sure to apologize for that, too."
Then, suddenly, you grab his wrist, your eyes wide. "Lewis, listen. This is important."
He raises an eyebrow. "Iâm listening."
You take a deep breath. "I want to be your girlfriend."
He blinks. "You do, huh?"
"Yes," you say impatiently. "And I donât care that youâre so much older than me. Like, whatever. Age is fake."
That makes him laughâa deep, genuine laugh that shakes his shoulders. "Damn, thatâs good to know."
You nod seriously. "I demand to be your girlfriend. Immediately."
Lewis grins, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. "Weâll talk about it in the morning, yeah?"
"Ugh," you groan, rolling your eyes. "Fine. But just so you know, Iâm serious."
"I can tell," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
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The first thing you register when you wake up is warmth. Strong arms wrapped around you, the scent of Lewisâ cologne lingering in the sheets.
And thenâoh God.
Memories of last night flood in all at once. The drunk call. The declarations. The demand to be his girlfriend.
You squeeze your eyes shut. Maybe if I pretend to be asleep forever, he wonât bring it up.
"Morning, trouble," Lewisâ voice rumbles against your ear.
You hum, pretending to still be half-asleep. Maybe if you keep it cool, he wonâtâ
"So," he says, clearly amused. "You remember what you said last night?"
Damn it.
You groan, covering your face with your hands. "Unfortunately."
Lewis chuckles, gently prying your hands away. "Good. Because weâre officially dating now."
Your eyes snap open. "Waitâwhat?"
"You were very persuasive," he teases. "Didnât think I had much of a choice."
You gape at him. "Lewis, you cannot let drunk me make important life decisions!"
"Why not? She was right." He smirks. "Besides, I think sober you agrees."
You open your mouth to argue, but⌠you donât actually want to. Because, really, you do agree.
With a defeated sigh, you bury your face in his chest. "You are so annoying."
He grins, pressing a kiss to your hair. "Yeah, but Iâm your annoying now."
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