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big big marvey fic rec list

marvey is currently my most bookmarked ship, so trust me when i say i've been around the bend for marvey content. i have dug through a lot of it the past few months, so trust that these fics have been highly rated!

fics are loosely grouped, with the summary and my thoughts under the cut :3 no spoilers ofc bc i love you

MY PERSONAL FAVOURITES

A Specter-Ross Affair by @frivoloussuits (15k+, au)

“You ordered an ‘extra-hot, extra-wet cappuccino, single-origin, properly layered, to-go and ready five minutes ago to make up for your service speed or lack thereof.’” In which Mike is a barista, Rachel is a lawyer, and Harvey is paid excessive amounts of money to plan their joyous Christmas wedding.

"Love is just a particularly socially accepted form of fraud. It's a series of increasingly complex and fragile deceptions between two or more people, and, more alarmingly, between each participant and their own deluded subconscious."

i literally cannot recommend this fic enough. this might be my favourite read of the entire year, dead serious. this sounds fluffy but trust me, the pining and the angst go well like salt on a chocolate chip cookie: extremely decadent. everything about this fic goes insane and this should be your gateway drug into marvey, im so serious about this. READ IT. (weddingplanner!harvey)

of all the gin joints by @frivoloussuits (10k+, au)

Hanging around a neighborhood bar one night, Harvey befriends a guy named Mike after realizing they can both quote The Princess Bride on demand. In the law offices of Rand, Kaldor, Zane and Pearson, senior partner Harvey Specter takes on an unusual case, representing his managing partner's daughter as she divorces a Michael James Ross. Harvey sees no connection until it's far too late.

"They’re playing a virtuosic duet with inhuman ease, as if the intoxication has broken their boundaries and blurred them into a single entity."

this. obsessed with fics that really use the law in their plots, and this is a prime example. a lot of chemistry in this one that is described in a way that makes you jealous of the bond they share and there are still lines in this fic that i think about almost everyday but honestly, such a top-tier read. PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU LIKE SUFFERING ANF REALLY REALLY GOOD CHEMISTRY PLEASE

5U175 by Closer (26k, canon-adjacent)

Harvey sometimes moonlights as a Star Trek BNF. Mike might have an attitude problem on the internet. TiberiusGhost is strangely compelling, for a recluse who never goes to meetups, and Harvey's finding this kid Photohead vaguely familiar…

i know that the terminology in this one is hella old-school but trust me. as someone who doesnt read a lot of fandom fics, this fic has changed it all for me (also bc the author replied to my comment hehehe) stick with this fic because the way fandom weaves with the character development is absolutely delicious, i remember saying this in my og comment but this fic was written with love for fandom and you should definitely read it too!!! you'd absolutely love it! (also ben stans rise up ^^)

fics to sink your teeth into (20k+)

needs must by @melthemagpie (98k+, au)

When Grammy needs an upgrade in care, Mike knows that the usual one-off gig as a paid submissive won't be enough. He takes a job he's been refusing for a while - a long-term, full-time contract. He expects his client to be a sadistic asshole. He expects not to like it. He's wrong on both counts.

this is a fandom classic, every fic rec has this on the list (cw for dom/sub and prostitution, so if you're uncomfy please dont read) but i swear there are so many romantic moments in this one that make me swoon and the smut is very good, i usually tap out in long fics really quickly but this hooked me the whole way through twice. thats my ringing endorsement, READ THIS

Lobster and Other Catastrophes by @andthetardis (21k, canon-compliant)

After months of silence, Mike starts texting Harvey again out of the blue. Funny thing to do on his honeymoon, really.

BRO PLEASE. this was so good. angsty and pining-y enough even though it's mostly a text fic. text fics to me are more like comedic, but this one had substance and heart (and funny and enjoyable btw). pulls you in and really makes you want to stick it out and get to the beautiful ending <333 (harvey being soft is probably a category on its own :3)

The Game by @frivoloussuits (27k, hunger games au)

Harvey Specter and Donna Paulsen are efficient and elegant killers. They have trained since childhood, mentored personally by Jessica Pearson and marked for years as District 1's Tributes for the Hunger Games. Mike Ross is an orphan from District 12, a drug dealer, and an underage gambler. After years of scrutinizing the Hunger Games on TV to make savvy bets, he finds himself on the wrong side of the camera, now playing the odds just to survive. Harvey and Mike cannot, should not trust each other. Still, they strike a backroom deal.

"Because he’s clever and quick-thinking and he’s learned her main lesson well– don’t love anyone you wouldn’t be willing to see dead. Ideally, don’t love anyone at all."

I READ THIS WHEN I WAS REVISITING HUNGER GAMES AND OHHHHH THIS HAS THE ANGST. absolutely riveting. ths is the third fic im reccing from them bc i love frivoloussuits. i would die for them HHFSHFHKSDGDHFG i love the angst and the life-threatening situations that the hunger games provide and harvey as a career is correct. its just correct. everything here grips my soul

Disaster Stories by agatestones (22k, canon-compliant)

"Hold on," Mike asked, "you made Donna come into work in the middle of a blizzard?" "I don't make Donna do anything. Haven't you learned by now?" Harvey gave Mike a mean little smile, but under that was relief for anyone to see. "You, I can make come into the office in a blizzard."

reads like a novella to me, and it's really good!!! very episodic and you really feel like these are things that have happened in universe. its very slice of lifey and i reread it a lot as a comfort read, its like a big hug to me

Pizza and a Movie by Closer (30k+, au)

In an alternate universe, Harvey's still a lawyer but Mike's not a pot runner -- he's a deliveryman for Rollo's Pizza and Ribs, which happens to be Harvey's favorite pizza place. Once Harvey finds out his pizza guy is a genius, Mike's life takes a few turns he would not have expected...

i swear this is the most rom-commy fic marvey has to offer. i like aus that slap me in the face more with the alternate universe, but this is such a rom-com plot. fandom classic as well and it really reads like a hugh grant 90s movie and if thats not enough to pull you in idk what will tbh

Imprimatur by Closer (22k, au)

Mike was raised to believe Imprint was a life-changing event for those few lucky enough to experience it. Harvey was raised to believe it was a form of mental illness. When it actually happened, neither of them noticed.

this goes absolutely crazy. one of those fics where you read it and you almost want to throw your phone at the wall because the characters could make it so easy if they werent so stupid (but in a good way of course) but the way it was written, you feel the depth of the soulmate bond and why its so important (which a lot of soulmate aus forget to do loll) but goes down like an expensive and delicious dinner :)

afternoon reads (10k+)

Sony SRF-39FP by @frivoloussuits (11k+, canon-adjacent)

Anita Gibbs won’t settle for Mike, not when there are name partners within her reach. She offers only one deal– two years, no other charges against anyone else in the firm, as long as Harvey Specter turns himself in. And even as Donna and Jessica and Louis and Mike beg him not to, he jumps on the grenade. “Time to get busy living or get busy dying,” he remarks, and Mike gives a small chuckle. Then Harvey smirks, straightens his suit jacket, and strides into FCI Danbury.

“I can’t believe they’re trying to lock you in a box and forget about you,” Mike sighs as he leaves.

“Well, as long as you don’t forget me, I figure I’ll survive.”

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but forgetting’s never been my strong suit.

cw for depersonalization and desc of solitary confinement, very very heavy but the way mike is there throughout everything makes my heart twinge. i really dont know how to describe this fic at all but its really good. it makes me cry a lot. also made me start listening to jazz which- uh

Here at the end of all things by @tattooedsiren (10k, au)

When he arrives at the Pearson Hardman building the lights are dimmed and the floor is deserted. His feet carry him to Harvey's office even though he expects it to be empty. Because Harvey probably fled the city via helicopter or teleporter or sheer force of will. But when he approaches the office he can see that Harvey is there. He has moved the couch so that it now faces the floor to ceiling windows and Mike silently sits beside Harvey, joins him in looking down at the chaos engulfing the city below. [Apocalypse AU]

I LOVE APOCALYPSE FICS UP UP UP badass!harvey makes me bark, but im a really big fan of people who find happiness in the worst circumstances and this fic does it so so so well. reminds me a lot of tlou episode like 2? the one with the strawberries. please this is what i revisit when i miss marvey and i dont have a lot of time because the world and the characters are jsut so delicious!!!

quick reads (1k+)

This Love is Silent by kim47 (8k, canon-compliant)

She should have known. She had known, that something was off, at least. She knew he was hiding something. She just never imagined it could be this. Despite Harvey's warnings, Mike tells Rachel the truth about everything. She's shocked, naturally, and more than a little angry, but she agrees to keep his secret, and even to date him. So when they break up, Harvey goes into damage-control mode.

RACHEL!! HELLO RACHEL!! im always up for smart and discerning rachel (this shows up in of all the gin joints too btw!!!) this runs realistic to me because it shows that rachelxmike arent some hopelessly wrong for each other couple, they have good and bad times. this feels more real to me than other fics bc its not like the world conspires for marvey to be apart, its just life. i know this makes it sound so sad, and it is, but trust me: this is really really really good i love this so much

an archive of harvey specter's expressions by @frivoloussuits (2k, canon-compliant)

Five old expressions that Mike rediscovers in new contexts once he and Harvey are (finally) together, and one that he sees for the first time. Alternatively titled “An Ode to Gabriel Macht’s Face.”

this was written for me. this is literally me. writing fic because gabriel macht is too pretty, like this fic is literally for me. a lot of peering at him to get this fic as masterfully written as it is, and i thank you author everyday for it. to me, this reads like it's been written with love and care and true adoration (Truly, like Mike)

Coffee-Cart Client Privilege by @frivoloussuits (7k, au)

Mike runs a coffee cart. The coffee cart.

"Why not? They're too big and dense to be a snack." So are you, Mike thinks, and yet.

IM SORRY I KEEP RECCING FRIVOLOUS SUITS THEYRE MY FAVOURITE WRITER IN THIS FANDOM HFBKABFDKHFBHKDSA this has the hand-wavy logic the show has itself but mike's internal monologue in this one is one of the best ive ever read and the way mike's integrated in the offices is just so well-done ahhhh

Objection by yeah its frivoloussuits again i feel bad tagging them like 7 times (2k, canon-adjacent)

When Mike announces he’s leaving, Harvey plans to hide the jagged pieces of his broken heart deep inside, where no one will ever find them. His heart would like to object.

BIGG fan of physical hurt/comfort!!!! also big fan of people absolutely freaking out in the hospital in fics, it makes me bounce of the wall!! very short but the angst and love really hits you quick and leaves you on the floor gasping for air. very good (also cant prove this but im very sure this is a scrubs reference.t hanks)

Excerpts From The Gospel of Harvey Specter, edited by Michael "Forever Awesome" Ross, 2011, 1st Ed, by @rcmclachlan (7k, canon compliant)

Mike can totally read people. Well, most people. Some people. Or maybe just Harvey, who's pretty much an open book.

this one's really funny! it doesent follow direct prose and instead plays a lot with the setting its in (where mike's a documenter of harvey) and its just so funny and adorable. has a lot of heart too, it isn't just crack or anything but you really feel everything mike does as he writes all this, read this!!1

One More Sleepless Night by @sal_si_puedes (9k, au)

Soul Bonds are one-sided – there’s usually mutual affection, but only one party feels the crippling need to be together as often as possible. If separated at length from their love, that party becomes crushed by longing, panic, and sheer hopelessness, and so it is illegal to forcibly keep Soulmates apart. Some days, Harvey Specter hates the Bond that skews his judgement and weakens his resolve, and he fears what would happen if anyone in his world ever discovers he is so compromised. He certainly never planned to disclose the Bond for the first time in the middle of Anita Gibbs’ office, in a last-ditch attempt to invalidate the deal sending Mike to prison.

HSDGFHSDKGHRLKGHK THIS FIC. i love fics that use more than just prose to tell their stories (see above fic) and this does my favourite thing that soulmate aus do, which is where they integrate in-universe explanations for the phenomenon. the amount of work and dedication put into this fic makes it absolutely sing and was absolutely lovely!!

also pspspsps

golden like the daffodils by @mini-mart (2k, canon-compliant)

Poetry holds meaning, for anyone who reads it. It obscures and dances around the literal and metaphorical, because it’s imbued with so much of something that it overflows out of any definition. It can make someone mad, or lovesick, or aroused, and the reactions would be absolutely warranted. Mike is poetry, to Harvey. - Harvey Specter could be a good politician, as he believes in pragmatism over poetry. He won't let his progress fall apart, won't let someone knock it down. And then someone unceremoniously cracks open a suitcase at his feet. Or: Harvey, pretty boys and poetry.

yeah yeah i wrote this yeah yeah self promo smth smth

there's a lot more that isn't here but i'll probably write a new one when i go for a deep dive through the ship tags again :3

^^ ao3 etiqutte applies! if you like the fic, kudos and comment and bookmark!! show your love! happy reading marveys! my gift to u :3

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koiibiito · 16 days

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— Deep Dive.

TW — NSFW, 18+, dom!enzo x sub!reader, cum play, exhibitionism, semi-public fingering, dirty talk, lots and lots of cum. enzo’s hands.

Pairing: Enzo Vogrincic x f!Reader

Length: 5.2k

Summary: The cast of LSDLN are on a vacation on the coast of sunny Malibu. And when Enzo teases you, he really didn’t think you’d tease back.

a/n. i wanted to name it deep dive(ing) inside your panties, but it wouldn’t be appropriate now would it lol

if it makes u uncomfortable to read nsfw content, please scroll past this. also if ur a minor please dont read.

It’s silly to think that anyone else can see, but you feel like it's obvious.

You're paranoid that every glance, every catch of the wandering eye, is someone with x-ray vision, a secret empath who knows exactly what your mind is focused upon. Or even that it’s just leaked so far down your legs people could see the shine of it down to your knees.

The slow, warm ooze into your panties from your tender pussy is incredibly distracting. It makes you press your bare thighs together, entirely too cognizant of the gentle sea breeze coming in from the open back door, playing with the edge of your skirt, and the amount of individuals here you actually want to respect you.

You really should have expected some debauchery like this, your boyfriend’s strict nature finally getting the better of him not even a day into this getaway reunion with his cast mates who also happen to be your friends by now.

This massive villa that was rented for the weekend in Malibu could house the whole cast and crew of Society of the Snow, figuratively speaking. But since only a handful of the cast is present, there are enough room for those who brought their partners to have their own private spaces, while anyone still single could double up.

Of course Enzo took advantage of his private space, wound up from hanging out with his friends and his co-workers after a day out in this luxurious beachside town before a nighttime barbecue, taking the downtime between shopping and cooking to whisk you upstairs and pump you full of cum.

“Leave it in,” he’d told you casually, all while pinning you to the mattress where he had haphazardly tossed you, slapping his hips quickly against yours and making you bite into the duvet. Hiding your moans does nothing for the rhythmic hellacious creaking coming from the decades old bed frame beneath you. “Leave my cum inside you. I wanna look at you and know I’m still inside of you from across the fucking room.”

His pace kicked up then and his cock swelled, fingers rubbing quick and dirty at your clit until you were arching and crying his pretty name and agreeing you wanted that too without care, without thinking of the consequences, thighs squeezing around his middle to pull him as close as you can get him.

Your thighs quake at the memory alone, and you feel another pooling of cum gather in your underwear. You sigh, knocking your head back against the wall. You’re tempted to escape outside to get a breather, feeling uncomfortably warm and self-conscious in the crowded living room. You glance out the door you stand next to, watching some of the men work together to move a keg out towards a fire pit that was dug into the sand the night before.

“You ready to lift, bro?” Jeronimo yells despite the time of night. You grin. He hasn’t gotten any quieter. A titter of laughter flutters through the group as Blas stares back expectantly from the other side of the metal keg, somehow roped into helping. You don’t even understand how he got chosen to be in charge of the keg. The kid is indeed tall, but those lengthy arms alone aren’t gonna be able to carry the gigantic keg across the mansion.

“Pretty ridiculous, huh?” You tilt your head around, peering up at Esteban on the other side of the open door. He grins down at you, scratching at the scruff on his chin.

You huff a laugh. “This whole getaway thing is way too successful in my opinion.” His chuckles float over you, and you both watch the group of actors make their way out to the pit, Jeronimo and Blas not seeming to struggle at all with the sweating keg (only after Agustín went to give them a hand), one talking the other’s ear off as they walk.

Esteban glances back at you. “You want a beer?” You nod, once more preferring to be a wallflower than attempt to join conversation. You know he will join you again, and you appreciate his calmer disposition in a room full of this chaotic men. Simón and a few others slip past you, avidly explaining the rules of beach volleyball to Matías and whoever else he’s convinced to play with him.

You glance around the room and locate Enzo in an instant, his musical laughter easy to identify after all these years together. Though you find yourself more introverted, he is not that much more outgoing. You don’t really know how it’s worked so well for so long, but he claims you’re grounding even if you feel like he’s way more mature than you are, even into your mid twenties.

He’s sitting with Fran, Rafael, Fernando and a handful of other cast-slash-friends they’ve made over the course of filming. He looks pretty in the low lighting of the living room, relaxed among his friends, tall, lithe body spread out on his corner of the couch. His long fingers thread through black hair, messing the locks you’d been pulling on not too long ago, and taking a hearty sip of beer.

Esteban returns to you, his own beer in hand. He smiles. “I’m glad someone, uh, calm is here.” He takes a deep breath, glancing around the crowded living room. “I love all these guys, but they can be a lot.”

You laugh, sharing a smile with him while you both drink. “I know what you mean. But this was still a really great idea.” You cast a glance towards your boyfriend, who’s grinning widely and leaning over to peer at something on Pipe’s phone. “I’m really happy Enzo convinced me to come.”

As if he could hear you talking about him, those brown eyes flash up to yours across the room when he sits back. He gives you a loving smile, even chancing a wink. Esteban snickers, and you hide your own smile by drinking some of your beer and pressing your thighs together. Even from here and in the poorly lit living room, you can see the slow arch of one of his brows at the swaying motion of your skirt, a devious smirk pulling at his lips.

It warms you low in your belly, and as much as you try to pay attention and catch up with Esteban, like a moth to a flame you can’t stop looking back at your boyfriend. He seems to be under a similar spell, leaning his arm into the rest beside him, cheek in hand, casting you poorly concealed up and down looks of desire.

“We’re planning on going to Hawaii next, I think,” Esteban says, talking about the group’s next travel plans. “Don’t know when that’s gonna happen, with everyone not having the same work schedule anymore. It’s so hard to get everyone together.”

“We can’t even gather everyone in the same room.” He continues, not noticing the way you are half-checked out.

You gulp, leaning back into the wall and feeling a thick glob of cum seep out of you, and your eyes find Enzo’s across the room. He’s already watching you with an intense, focused gaze, his eyes falling to your hips when you wiggle in just a certain way to draw his eye. “You’re right. Where, um... where even is Pipe right now?”

Esteban cranes his neck to get a good look around. Then promptly shakes his head. “Last thing he said he was going out to get some more beer. He’s only been here for a day so who knows how long it’ll take for him to find a store and come back. Without a car.”

You laugh a little. “Are we even gonna run out of alcohol?”

Esteban grins. “Knowing these guys?”

Your eyes meet Enzo’s while you pretend to look around, and his gaze is too dark for you to be comfortable.

He nods at you, and mouths a request so shocking you almost jump out of your skin. You barely hear Esteban mention getting more beer for himself and wandering off, too engrossed in the handsome, infuriating smirk and the small hitch of laughter in his chest while he watches you process.

You flush furiously, glaring at him across the room. He grins still, sipping his beer and raising a challenging brow. He makes a show of glancing around lazily, around the crowded living room with so many of his friends and yours, before meeting your incredulous gaze and mouthing his request again.

Show. Me.

You know you don't have to. Hell, part of you knows the only reason he's asking is because he doesn't think you will. You could just wait until later tonight to let him look. A chaotic flutter fills your chest, all the way to your fingertips and toes. He’s got a cheshire grin, glancing back towards Fran, who’s saying something that makes him and the other young men around them laugh.

His audacity is absolutely the driving force here, as you sip your beer and nearly choke on it when Enzo looks back at you, almost like an afterthought, eyes glancing down briefly to follow the movement of your hand, only to feel a zing of fiery pleasure zip down your spine at his dubious doubletake, brown eyes widening almost comically. He whips his head back towards you so fast he spills his beer over Rafael’s lap next to him, causing an uproar of confusion.

Your face heats up like the speed of light, the hem of your skirt dropping from your fingers where you’d pulled it up to flash him your panties. Panties that are lacy, a pretty white color, and wet—an obviously wide dark spot collecting by your clit that cools with the rush of air at your risqué behavior.

Without another glance, simply because you feel mortified you did it at all, you turn your back on the reddening cheeks of your boyfriend trying to apologize to an incredulous Rafael, and slip between tall bodies out the back door, gulping down breezy ocean air flowing in over the beach. You feel a little guilty leaving Esteban to fend for himself, but you’re sure he’ll be fine.

You come to lean against the banister of the back porch, pushing your beer away from you, done with drinking for the night. There’s a small group of people gathered around a pit fire equidistant between the back deck of the AirBnB and the lapping waves of the ocean, and you have every intention of jogging your way out there, away from the house and whoever else possibly saw you and your intimates that wasn’t your partner. Your toes curl in the cool sand, your first few steps already letting you relax despite the state beneath your skirt, only to nearly jump a foot into the air when the screen door slaps open behind you, heavy steps thundering down behind you.

Your heart races, catching a glimpse of tan skin and black hair in the low lighting of the porch. Strong arms sling around your middle, hitching you up easily into his arms and making you squeal and laugh, breathless from sensual adrenaline and the thought that maybe you won this time, whatever little competition Enzo thought that he could play with you.

The moonlight guides his quick path around the side of the house until the shadows consume you both, and he drops you to your feet, only to ravenously kiss you before you can say anything but his name.

It’s wet, tastes like beer, but it’s perfect all the same. Enzo’s long fingers curl into your hair, drawing your head back to dip his tongue down into your mouth with a groan so tortured your head fogs over.

He laughs breathlessly as he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth, barely opening his eyes to give you a devilish look. “You can’t just do that and leave, baby.”

Your throat feels dry from how heavy you’re panting. You playfully pout and huff when he bullies his leg between your thighs with a grin, both of you laughing when you give a half-hearted effort to fight it. “You asked for it.”

His brows arch, a big hand curling around your throat to pin you in place, even though you aren’t going anywhere. His eyes are heavy—from drinking, from desire, from both—and he rubs his nose against yours. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d do it. Now Rafael’s mad at me.” It's his turn to pout at you.

You share another laugh, and you whisper I fucking knew it, to which he pretends to gasp and place his hand over his chest. You draw him in by his shirt to kiss you, and his thumb drags up along your jaw to pull down on your bottom lip, opening you up wider while he tilts his head, tongue slinking between your teeth to press to yours.

Enzo kisses you dizzy. Your hands find their way under the hem of his shirt, feeling his warm, soft skin. Your fingers pass over his belly button, and across his chest, and across his sides and to his back, knowing exactly where each pretty beauty mark on his body resides. He redirects his kisses down your cheek, and you trace your lips across the one beneath his eye until he’s burying his face in your neck, his hands gliding down over your body, squeezing appreciatively at you.

Those elegant hands find their ways to your thighs, one curling around a cheek, the other going further. His teeth scrape over your throat at the same time that his fingers explore the warm, damp skin between your legs. He fists your skirt, tugging you closer as the kiss gets more ragged, his other hand skimming through the thick drop of cum that’s been rolling down your thigh since this all started. He smears it further, groaning low and raspy in his chest beneath your touch, into your mouth. Your nails curl across his skin, his finger dragging his sticky cum over your skin, collecting it and spreading it, massaging it into your skin.

He pulls away with a heavy inhale. He's gnawing on his bottom lip as he takes you in, and you can't help but do the same. You wiggle restlessly where you stand, heart racing and cunt clenching just a little more cum out. You wince, fiddle with his shirt, try your best to keep eye contact. But he's just so pretty, and so intense, you want to see all of him and shy away all at once.

He takes a deep breath, leaning into an arm above your head. Fingertips trace senseless patterns on your thigh, catching on thinning, sticky cum, and you sigh and let your head fall back against the wall behind you.

His eyes fall to your skirt, and he nods to it, plump bottom lip slipping free of his perfect teeth. "Lift your skirt for me, babe. I wanna see it again."

You can't help but cover your face. Enzo laughs, reaching up to gently grip your wrist, urging you to look at him. “Whoa, you’re shy now? Where’d the woman who flashed me in a room full of other men go? Hm?” He kisses what little of your cheek is peeking out from under your palm.

“I thought that was pretty hot, by the way.”

You scoff but smile, letting him pull your hand down. He hums curiously, nuzzling your nose with his as he leads your hand down your front, between the two of you, the back of your hand brushing the warm curve of his cock in his jeans. He arches against the touch, humming softly.

“Come on,” he goads, vocal fry low and mesmerizing. From your palm, his fingers glide up your arm, letting you find your own way while he appreciates your skin, cups your shoulder and neck with his hand, before pressing his palms into the wall by your head and pushing himself back. You can see his throat bob, his eyes flicking downward at where you twist your fingers into the hem of your skirt, and then meeting yours again. “Lift your skirt.”

Like a marionette, your limbs move only in response to the wants and needs of the man caging you against the salt-roughed wood behind you. Your body fizzles like a cracked can of soda, muscles flexing to dig your feet deeper into the sand, inching your skirt up and up until the licentious scene between your thighs is bared to Enzo’s heady gaze, the moon, and the ocean winds that carries the faint laughter of your friends to your burning ears.

Nails scrape against wood just above your head. He shifts restlessly before you, lips parted and a sigh escaping him like he’s seen the next wonder of the world. You wiggle yourself, both uncomfortable and aroused with just how long you’ve been bared while he does nothing but stare, and you arch your hips up from the wall, head knocking against wood with a breathy, needy sound.

“Enzo…” You fist the loose fabric of your skirt to your belly, desperately fighting the urge to cover yourself.

Like he’s read your mind, those brown eyes flash in heated warning at you. “Don’t.” His arms bend, tucking himself close to you, one falling to trace the skin between the top of your skirt and the hem of your panties. It’s a whispery, feathery touch, and his fingers feel so warm in the cool night air. Hooking a single finger in the elastic, he tug up, slowly, pulling the fabric side to side as he drags the sopping, gooey lace against your clit, against the aching hot folds of your sex. You whine, shaky and reedy, toes curling and your heart thudding quick and heavy in your chest at the weak sparks of pleasure that run through your belly and down your legs. More cum oozes into the crease of your thighs from the edges of your panties, collecting and spreading and cooling.

Enzo’s breath is shaky and uneven, wiggling his fingers against the warm skin beneath your panties, smoothing down across your damp mons, through the mess he’s made of you. He feels it eagerly, without flinching, wide, wild eyes finding yours while his hand quickly becomes wet with his own release and yours, cupping your whole cunt, knuckles indenting out against ruined lace to massage against your swollen clit and lips, fingers slipping across your skin and squelching through the cum you clench out against his palm as you quake and pant.

"Fuck, baby you feel that?" Enzo breathes low against your ear, pinning you to the wall, knee shoved between your thighs once more. His fingers dig slow and meticulous between your warm pussy lips, swirling and smearing his slick cum all over your tender flesh. He laughs softly, teasingly. "Of course you do. There's no way you could ignore all my cum in your panties."

You whine and grip his biceps, tilting your head back to peer at him under drowsy lids. Those hazel irises are lost to black pupils already watching you. He grinds his cock against your hip and squishes his palm against your clit, and those devious lips, parted to pant with you through your shared pleasure, curl slowly in delight at your attention.

"Messy girl," he teases, dipping his head to kiss you messy himself. You jolt, one long finger pushing up inside you, curling gently, and then dragging out slow. Your pussy clenches down on his finger, unwilling to let it go. Enzo bites your bottom lip and pulls back at the same pace, silvery lashes almost touching his cheeks, watching as your lip tugs back into place, watching you chase the cum he drags out from inside you with your hips, chase the feeling of him rubbing his gooey seed against your clit, chase the way he makes your heart and belly throb.

You mewl for him, rocking your hips into his hand while your fingers drag lines down his arms. Enzo tsks at the sting, smirking because he likes it, and knocks his forehead against yours while he watches you writhe in this shadowy corner of this big, strange house.

"You're so pretty," he coos, palm crawling up and out of your panties.

You feel the warm spread of his wet palm push up your skirt against your belly as you cup his cheeks, pulling him back for a deep kiss while his long fingers fiddle with your clit. His tongue meets yours again in a slow, lazy motion, stealing almost all the breath from your lungs. You're left with just enough to mewl for him, cracking your eyes open to whisper, "Y-You're prettier, Enzo."

A handsome moan bleeds into laughter, his slowing fingers suddenly picking up speed again. It sends an agonizing sting of desire clenching through you, your whole body arching suddenly. He presses you back with his kiss, swallowing your little whimpers and gasps, his hand disappearing into your underwear again, skirt hem fluttering around his wrist.

Enzo huffs against your mouth, pulling away just enough to grunt out, "Lift your fucking skirt, I won't tell you again." Your thighs quiver hard around his, preventing your legs from snapping shut, and use one hand to quickly yank the front of your skirt back up.

“There you fucking go,” he whispers, all darkness and sweetness, twisting his hand and hooking his thumb over the top of your panties to fist and yank them down to your knees. When he brings his hand back up, a swift wet smack to your cunt makes your whole body jolt and a too-loud cry escape you. He shushes you, grinning all the while.

“Shh, not so loud, baby…” he whispers. "Look at you, dripping with my cum where anyone could see.” His eyes are laser focused on his hand between your thighs, jumping up to watch you writhe and lean heavily into the wall, then back down to you humping at his fingers like your life depends on it. You do your best to keep your skirt up, your other hand twisted in the collar of his shirt, hooked around his neck for extra support that you desperately need.

You can hear the wet, tacky sound of your clit being swirled beneath his fingers, of his cum mixing with your juices. Enzo groans and growls at your neck, drags your head up for smothering kisses, and brings you towards that blissful edge you're so ready to drop over.

Your lover clicks his tongue, swollen lips parted and smirking. Your chest tightens as his fingers dig deep inside you, then drag in a slow motion back out, scooping through the messy you made with a gentle scrape of nails that has you shuddering and gasping.

He brings his hand up between your faces, spreading his fingers to show the clinging wetness connecting each finger, the musk of your shared desire strong and heady.

You whimper, glance between Enzo's pretty, messy fingers and his golden gaze, your blood-filled clit tingling and twitching with each clench of your hole.

You tug on his collar and whine. "Don't stop. Please?"

"Oh, you want to cum?" He laughs and succeeds in pulling away, his strength greater than yours, especially in your quivering state. He bites his lip, failing to suppress his smile as he leans in close to you, glancing down at your lips, and slowly drags your panties up from where they’d tangled with your knees, caught on his thigh. “Too bad, baby. A tease like you doesn’t get to cum.”

You wince as the cooled cum wetting the crotch presses back against your throbbing, hot pussy, pouting and doing nothing to help as your so-called loving boyfriend attentively fixes it over your rear and straightens out any uncomfortable creases. The waist of your panties snaps against your skin when he pulls himself away, your body coming off the wall with a groan.

"Enzo." He blinks at the desperation in your tone, craning his neck down as you press up against him, pressing his hand back beneath your skirt and against the wet patch his cum and your need has left. So wet when his fingers mold to your pussy through your panties, the fabric stays glued to your folds, squishing with the gathered cum that's warming again.

You pout, your other hand slipping up under his shirt to feel his warm skin and taut abs. "I don't want to lose any more of you. I don't want it in my panties anymore. I want it in me."

His fingers curl, a muscle jumping in his pretty jaw. You sigh and sway your hips into the way he grips your pussy possessively, heart pounding and head feeling hazy as he massages your cunt. He rubs at you so hard he pushes you ass against the wall again with a heavy thump, pinching at your clit through the fabric, making you sag back once more to where you were.

He’s quick to rip your panties back down, kicking them away into the sand once you’ve stepped out of them.

“You want my cum, baby? Cuz you had it,” he growls, slapping your pussy again. You whimper and gaze up at him desperately, feel him drag his fingers through the mess of your thighs and then rub it across your folds. “And you let it all go to waste.”

You give him a teary eyed look of remorse. “I-I want m-more—”

"You better keep what you have left inside you," he whispers against your lips, using three fingers to rub your clit in tight, overwhelming circles, so precise and quick you have to grip his wrist to ground yourself. “And if you do a good job, I’ll consider feeding your hungry little pussy again.”

Your thighs quake so hard your knees rock comically side to side. You give him a distressed, tortured sound, wide wet eyes batting at him desperately. "B-But, if you m-make me c-cum—!"

Enzo grins pretty against the corner of your mouth, hunched and pressed close to keep you upright. "That sounds like a you problem. You know, baby, you’re pretty bad at following orders. I’m curious to see how this’ll play out." He sounds entirely amused instead of disappointed, and a groaning laugh escapes you, one that deteriorates into little sobbing hiccups and whines, pleasure building quickly under his touch.

It's an impossible task. You know it is. Enzo knows it is. So much has already dripped out of you, with only more to follow as your pussy desperately flutters and clutches at nothing. Your thighs are glistening and tacky with drying cum, strands of it stretching and staining your skin all the way down to your knees. You realize he’d been kind before, his lack of intention to make you cum allowing you to make less of a mess. But with his sure, unrelenting strokes across your clit now, his cum is pouring out of you as you grow closer and closer to your end.

“Fuck, babe,” Enzo hisses, body curved away from yours to watch the strings of cum escape you, catch on your quaking legs, your hips jerking into the rough handling of his fingers. You keen, bury your face in his shoulder, feet slipping in the sand as that tight pressure winds and grinds its way to the surface.

“E-Enzo, f-fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper in his ear, shamelessly rocking your hips across his hand, thumping back against the house as your bones turn to jelly. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

Bright coffee eyes catch yours, just as Enzo’s arm hooks around your back, helping you stand when your meager hold on his neck starts to give.

You feel the pleasure rise, but you’re so unsatisfied. You give him a tortured look, sinking weak against the house, Enzo moving with you to support you until he’s squeezing you against the uncomfortable wood, your hand still clutching obediently at your skirt trapped between your stomach and the curve of his dick.

“I-I wanted you to c-cum in me, I wanted it in me again, not lose it, no, no—” You close your eyes, inhibitions gone as you give a short, loud wail, the panels of the house thumping with your body shaking. You miss the way Enzo’s jaw drops, how his brow comes down at the pain from his own abstinence from you and this moment, from how your reluctant pleasure is like a saccharine punch to the gut. It makes him grind against your hip, arm working quick and tirelessly to carry you through your pleasure.

“My good girl, you did so good keeping my cum in you all fucking night, keeping your skirt up for me to do whatever I want to you. Even if it spilled, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Enzo sounds delirious, his seething voice soft and far away as you swim through the grasping quicksand of your orgasm, panting and clutching at the man in front of you, whimpering for his sweet words. “My good, good girl. Oh, you’re such a sweet thing.”

He kisses you before you can breathe, your head spinning and full of molasses, gasping against his insistent mouth. It’s overwhelming and perfect, his hand slowing in the grind through your messy folds and thighs, dipping two fingers up into your fluttering cunt, now more wet from your own slick than his cum, which paints the inside of your thighs. Your whole body stiffens against his, squeezing down tight with a little cry for him while he slowly smears his palm all over your clit with loud, tacky sounds.

A quiet silence falls over you, unbroken even when Enzo finally stops kissing you. You shiver when he pulls his hand away from your cunt, looking up at him with orgasm-drunk eyes, feeling his fingers slide free and glide slowly through your folds, across your clit. He only smiles when your nails dig into his arms.

He brings his hand back up, rubbing his wet fingers together before sliding them into your already open and waiting mouth. Pleasantly heady with an undercurrent of salt has your mouth watering, tongue flicking between his elegant fingers, two, three at a time, glancing up at him when they dance over the furthest reach of your throat.

“I think you got what you wanted, honey,” he murmurs, arching against you. You hum softly, curiously around his knuckles, swallowing around his fingertips. His thigh brushes your front, and you can feel the cooled wet spot on his jeans where you’d been seated and dripping over him the whole time.

He watches with undisclosed interest as you suck his filthy fingers clean. “Maybe I need to cum inside you." He tugs them free with a pop and a grin, watching with lidded eyes as you eagerly fumble with his jeans, doing nothing to help you. "Again."

a/n. if u made it to the end, thank u for reading this 5k worth of smut 🥹

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starvity · 6 months

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hi! i love your writing, im so shocked to find someone with the same ults as me ^ i was hoping you could maybe write a protective gunwook scenario? the idea of him always thinking he needs to protect you from others (even when he is a little scared himself,) is rlly heart wrenching.

like !;!!,!,! imagine him pulling you behind him slightly with a serious voice but you can feel him shaking a bit. 🥹 hes too precious rlly we dont deserve him.

— ☆ follow your steps

gn!reader x zb1 gunwook

genre: angst, student!au, fluff?, gunwook and you as the popular class presidents // warnings: bullying, blood, violence, jealousy

author’s note: i was originally going for a happy ending because angst makes me feel so bad but no i like to make us (yes, myself included...) suffer today :D (you'll be fine) also omg ult twins!!!! you’ve got insane taste btw hehe <3 (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

gunwook and you were two of the most popular students in the entire school. you two being the two class presidents, you can often be seen together to work on projects or just share ideas on future plans to improve your lifestyle. it had started with a pure academic motive. meeting up after classes at the library to talk about the recent complains from the students and how you could find a solution to those. after a few weeks though, you found it less and less of a burden to stay late at school and, if you dare to say, you were excited to do your duty as a model student simply and solely to spend some time with gunwook.

and the other students were quick to catch up that maybe you two had become much closer than expected and let's say people were not very happy about it. you were aware of how popular you were just by counting how many love letters would be squished in your locker on valentine's day and how many students would wait for gunwook to clean the classroom until sometimes 5 or 6 to hand them a cheap snack and hearing a few words from him, a simple hello and thank you. and you hated how that popularity made all your relationships feel fake and forced. but when you were with gunwook, everything felt so light and casual. for the very first time, you felt like you didn't need to keep a facade and felt like you could finally be yourself.

gunwook was already waiting for you at the quiet and empty library as he had finished his classes earlier than you. he took the chance to grab a drink for both of you, thinking that it could maybe cheer you up after this long day. gunwook noticed that you still hadn't arrived after 20 minutes and assumed that you were probably talking to your teacher or helping your friends with their assignments like you usually do. therefore, he starts working, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose, almost sliding off. his chin was placed on the palm of his hand, his index occasionally taping his upper lip and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. almost 45 minutes since your class ended and you still were nowhere to be seen. the boy starts to get worried and he goes looking for you, considering that a walk around the school would also empty his mind a bit.

"i already told you we are just friends, nothing else" you state firmly, glaring at the group of students circling you. the girl in front of you, who seemed to be the "leader" of the crowd steps on your foot, lasers shooting through her eyes. you wince in pain but keep your composure and replies calmly "have you maybe considered that your terrible attitude might be the reason gunwook doesn't want to have anything to do with you, with all of you guys? he wouldn't even befriend and even less date any of you guys." you suddenly feel a boy grab your hair from your right while another person twists your arm from your left. despite the pain you keep your head up, smirking at her while some blood from the punches received earlier was staining your lips "and what if we were more than that?" her eyes turn dark and you know you're about to receive either a slap or a punch, or worse, in the next 5 seconds.

but those 5 seconds were enough for gunwook to find you and quickly stand between you two. he takes a glance at you from over his shoulder and his heart aches seeing the state they left you in. he orders them to leave you alone with a shaky voice but the only response is a couple of chuckles. all of a sudden, the crowd takes a few steps ahead, slowly closing the gap between you. gunwook takes your hand in his, he was trembling and he could barely murmur a sorry with the tears building in his eyes. and the boy had never felt so much shame and disappointment in himself before this moment when he understood that he won't be able to protect you this time.

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rafecameronsmistress · 1 year

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description] Fem Reader x Rafe Cameron x Barry

[summary] After a rough breakup Rafe sends Barry out to find you at a party and what they have for you in store is a nightmare full of pleasure

[cw + tw] 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, abusive relationship, physical abuse, strong language, stalking, non con, alcohol use, drug use, gun use, life threatening, degrading talk, angst, fear, embarrassment, SMUT

[authors note] this one is VERY long and has VERY sensitive triggers, please read at your own risk

‼️ADULT CONTENT AHEAD‼️

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Text messages:

- Kie: hey are you coming to Sarah’s party tonight? it’s at the water, i can pick you up

- y/n: i dont know.. after everything that happened with Rafe im afraid he’ll show up and i don’t want to see him right now

- Kie: Sarah told me he wasn’t going because she invited pogues lmao

- y/n: i’ll think about it, i’ll call you in an hour or so

- Kie: kk <3

Rafe and i dated for a year before things got bad, we had our ups and downs but never did i expect him to put his hands on me in a violent way

Rafe hit me for the first time a month ago, he said he was sorry and that he just couldn’t handle the way things were going with his family and business

i gave him the benefit of the doubt because he has been under so much stress and sometimes i add to the problem

two days later he hit me again and split my lip open then screamed in my face because i got blood on his shirt

slowly his i love you’s turned into i hate you’s

it’s hard because i love him so much, he was the picture boyfriend, until he wasn’t

i hid the abuse, i didn’t want people to know, just incase he changed

my friends know we ended badly but they just assumed it’s because Rafe is an asshole, everybody knows he is

the first time he threatened to kill me was the day that i left, that was only a week ago

he held me down on the floor of his bedroom with one hand around my throat and the other holding his pistol to my temple “the next time you speak to me like that again i’m going to put a bullet in your fucking skull, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” his words spit on me like venom

a part of me misses him and that’s why i don’t want to see him tonight, i’ll cave and end up going home with him, i know i will, because i love him

i lay down in bed and close my eyes, i’ll make a decision in a little while

i fall asleep for a few hours and when i wake up i have another text from Kie

Kie: so Sarah and i decided you ARE coming because we need you!! she told me Rafe will not be there, the boys are coming too nothing bad is going to happen!! get dressed bitch i’ll pick you up at 7

i text JJ, John B, and Pope in a group chat

- me: hey all 3 of you are going to Sarah’s party tonight right?

- John B: yeah i’m here now helping her set up

- Pope: yes i’m picking Cleo up soon

- JJ: yep Kie called me and told me that you’re afraid Captain Douchebag will show up so obviously i will be there… and i would like to drink some alcohol…

- me: thanks boys, see you later <3

i let out a sigh of relief, at least those 3 will be able to handle Rafe if he shows up

i undress myself to take a shower and run my fingers over my yellow healing rib cage where Rafe had kicked me a couple weeks ago

tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. i try to convince myself, i deserve to go out

after i shower i do my hair and makeup then get dressed

i throw on a short pink dress and my birkenstock sandals

7:03pm

text message

- Kie: i’m here

Kie is in my driveway playing music on full blast and dancing like a nut which makes me laugh, i’m always thankful for her trying to lift my spirits

We jam out in the car and get ourselves pumped for the party

When we get there i scan the entire lot for Rafes pickup or dirt bike, neither of which i see

“Relax y/n, he’s not coming” Kie says, she grabs my hand and holds it, we share a smile, hers excited, mine nervous

A giant bonfire glows in the middle of a heard of people

Loud music, beer, liquor, and over 100 people- kooks and pogues combined…

if Rafe isn’t coming, he at least has someone watching

i immediately grab a drink to loosen up so i can enjoy tonight, the first one goes down like water so i pour myself a second

“whoaaa slow down there killa, you’re drinking like me right now!” JJ laughs while nudging my arm “i’ll be right here all night, enjoy yourself, i got you” he says with the sweetest smile

i’m on my 3rd drink and 2nd shot, my cheeks feel rosy and i have the urge to move my hips “Sarah! come dance with me!” i demand while holding out my hand

“sorry babe, my girl needs me” she says to John B getting up from his lap, she grabs hold of my hand and we dance, solo cups in the air

the boys stay close by and enjoy watching us make a fool of our selves while they smoke a joint

my phone vibrates

text message:

- Rafe: don’t drink so much, you’ll get sick

tunnel vision. nausea. panic. swallow it, don’t let anybody know.

“i’ll be right back” i tell Sarah “i need to fill my cup”

“okay” she furrows her eyebrows “you okay?”

i give her a nod and the best smile i could

once i’m out of sight i run to Kie’s car, hopping in and locking the doors, i need to sit down, my heart is pounding out of my chest, i can hear the blood rushing in my ears

*knock knock* i jump out of my skin, i’m met face to face with Barry

“open the door sweetheart” he smiles flashing his gold teeth

this can’t be happening.

i go to grab my phone to call JJ. where is my it?

Barry waves my phone in front of my face taunting me. how the fuck did i drop it?

“open the door y/n, don’t make this difficult” he tugs on the handle “open it, i’m not playing witchu right now” i shake my head “country club wants you to come wit me, y’aint safe here without him” his eyes grow darker, i don’t budge

he gets on the phone, he’s calling Rafe “you either come out on your own or i call him and he pulls you out, your choice” i’m scared. i don’t want to make Rafe mad. but i don’t want to see him. i’m getting a headache.

i make the dumbest decision of my life. i open the door, my hands shaking 100mph.

“that’s it, let’s get you home” he says grabbing my hand hard

my face is burning up. my legs grow weak under me. i’m stone cold sober at this point.

we approach the truck, “Barry please“ i plead “i’m sorry mama, y’know him” he helps me into the passenger seat and buckles me in, “can i have my phone please, i need to tell my friends i went home” i cry “can’t letchu do that, what’s ya password, i’ll text ‘em for you” he says, i shake my head rejecting the offer

he starts the truck and we take off

his phone rings “yeah i got her, she was a good girl, she didn’t fight me” he smirks “we’ll be there soon”

i stay silent, Barry puts his hand on my thigh and i flinch at his touch “what’s wrong sweet thing, scared of a little love?” he laughs

we pull up to Tannyhill, Rafe is standing out front with a whiskey glass in his hand, he raises it and smiles at me

my stomach is in knots

i want to scream for help and run

the other half of me wants to jump into his arms and submit

Barry gets out of the truck and walks around opening my door “c’mon, get out” i jump down and fix my dress and fix a smile in attempt to hide my mixed feelings

“you look nice, who’d you get dressed up for?” Rafe asks “nobody” i reply, he laughs “sexy little thing isn’t she?” he asks Barry, “yessir” he grins

i want to crawl inside my own skin

Rafe grabs me by the arm “let’s get inside” he looks at Barry “you comin? you’re not gonna want to miss this”

he brings me to the couch and sits me down, “what to do with you?” he ponders finishing his drink

“Rafe i want to go home” i whimper

“and you know what i want? a girlfriend that doesn’t dress like a slut and go to parties without me” he seethes “since you wanna act like a slut, take your clothes off, i’ll treat you like a slut” his eyes filled with fury

“i’m not your girlfriend anymore” i whisper

“what was that?” he cocks his head to the side

“nothing” i say

i stand up and slowly pull my dress over my head, my knees becoming weak, leaving me exposed in just my panties in front of him and Barry

“lay down on the couch” he demands, i obey “now touch yourself”

“Rafe please i-“ there’s no use in begging, i bring one hand down to my pussy and run it up and down my panties, the thought of them watching begins to turn me on no matter how hard i try to reject the feeling

“she’s sweet” Barry says licking his lips

“wait til you taste her” Rafe says deviously

their words go straight to my heat, i rub my clit in circles arching my back, trying not to let out a sound

“come here” i say holding my hand out to Rafe, my pussy aching for him

“you’re gonna finish yourself off first” he smirks

Barry adjusts himself clearly growing hard, Rafe watches me like a hawk not missing a beat

i pick up the pace now craving dick inside of me, i throw my head back and whimper coming closer to an orgasm, the band in my belly snaps and my legs start convulsing, i ride out my orgasm and when i’m finished i beg to be fucked “come here- please”

Rafe looks at Barry “try her out” he says patting him on the back

the look of fear on my face. Rafe would never let someone else look at me nevermind fuck me.

“since you wanna act like a slut..” he says shrugging his shoulders, then topping off his whiskey

i become embarrassed, im attracted to Barry but being on display is not something im used to

Barry gets comfortable in the chair and pats his lap, he undoes his belt and slides his pants down to his knees, his hard on is enormous even through his boxers

i try to contain my arousal and walk toward him, looking at Rafe for approval, he nods

i lower myself to my knees and pull Barry’s erection from his boxers, it fills my entire hand

“i ain’t even gotta ask to get my dick sucked, you got this one trained man” he laughs

Rafe walks behind me and manspreads on the couch enjoying every second of this

i seal my mouth on Barry, bobbing my head up and down while working my tongue inside “shhhit” he groans, saliva begins dripping out the sides of my mouth

i go to work on his swollen cock, his moans encouraging me to get the job done “that’s it baby” he takes a sharp breath in

“get up and sit on him, facing me” Rafe commands from behind

i rise from the floor, turn around, push my panties to the floor and kick them off

i slowly seat myself on Barry’s length, i gasp taking all of him inside my cunt

his hands reaching in front of me to grab my breasts, he holds onto them and starts pumping into me from below

i try to hold myself up on the arms of the chair while i’m staring directly into Rafe’s lust filled eyes

“ohhmygod- yes- fuck me-” i moan in between breaths

“how does she feel?” Rafe growls not taking his eyes off of me “like a million bucks country club” Barry replies while slamming his hips into my ass repeatedly

“flip her onto the chair and fuck her brains out” Rafe instructs

Barry pulls me off his lap and flips me around, my chest pushed into the chair and my ass in the air he slams into me showing no mercy

i can’t control the sounds coming from my mouth, moaning, whimpering, and screaming at the way i’m being used

Barry pulls out of me and releases on my ass leaving my pussy dripping “you like that shit huh?” he says rubbing my slit from behind “taste her” Rafe says, Barry sticks his fingers in his mouth savoring the taste of me “just like candy” he tells Rafe

my torso still on the chair and my knees on the floor i lay there weak, trying to control my breathing

Barry gets dressed and pours himself a glass of liquor, sitting in the other chair

“c’mon we’re not done, get up” Rafe says, i try to stand but my legs are weak “i think you broke her” he laughs looking at Barry “sorry man, she’s got great pussy” he says

Rafe walks over to me and wraps his hand around my throat, lifting me to my feet, he sloppily kisses me and without warning plummets two fingers inside of me causing me to scream

“who’s pussy is this?” he asks pushing deeper inside of me, “it’s yours” i choke out, his hand still tight around my wind pipe,

“say it again” he growls

“it’s yours Rafe, i’m all yours” i plead

his hand slips into my hair and he guides me to the couch by my head using me like a rag doll

he throws me down on my stomach then pulls my hips into the air

“look at you, you’re a fuckin mess” he smacks my pussy causing me to cry out “you like that?” he smacks it again, i wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure

Rafe pulls me up by the back of my head “open your mouth” i open and he sticks his fingers inside, i suck his fingers just like i would suck his cock, Rafe loves having his fingers in my mouth “dirty fuckin slut” he says

he removes his fingers and forces them into my tender vagina, he works his hand slowly like he’s dissecting my insides, i move my hips back and forth trying to fuck his hand my pussy screaming to be pounded

“she just can’t get enough huh?” Barry says “i told you she was a good one” Rafe smiles

his slides his warm fingers out of me and spits on my cunt, i feel it drip down to my clit “please-“ i look back at him

Rafe pulls his shorts and boxers down exposing his delicious throbbing cock, he’s leaking precum

i brace myself

he taps the back of my pussy with his dick a few times before sliding it in, i feel myself become full of him “i gonna fuck you like i hate you” he whispers

guttural screams escape my lips as he sinks deeper into my swollen used hole, he feels so good

he pushes my face into the couch “shut the fuck up and take it”

i turn my head to the side to catch my breath and see Barry sipping on his liquor enjoying every moment, i hold eye contact with him while i cry out

Rafe picks up the pace, the sound of our skin smacking engulfs the entire room

it all becomes too much, the overstimulation is extreme, i reach back trying to push him away

“i ain’t done” he growls grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back “i’m gonna fuck MY pussy as long as i want”

i’m screaming at this point, i can feel him in my stomach, a new sensation arises in my pussy, stronger then an orgasm “Rafe i- i can’t-“ and then i feel a release and a gush of liquid between my legs

“squirting on me like a dirty whore” he smacks my ass hard, “i fucking love it”

“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head

Rafe slams into once more before cumming inside me, he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my ass

my body goes limp and i lay flat on the couch, he pulls my hips back up and holds them there, “stay up til you soak all of me in”

i lay there defeated, used, and bruised

Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey, clinking cups with Barry

they sit across from my numb body and watch me recover

“you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”

#fanfic #obx fanfiction #outer banks #fem reader #obx smut #smut #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #barry obx #barry obx smut #barry obx fanfiction #outer banks smut

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homochadensistm · 1 month

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I know the root answer is of course antisemitism but it really is amazing just how willing westerners are to believe terrorist propaganda. Hamas and groups like it stand for values that are in theory entirely antithetical to those of the west and yet I see people fall for it hook line and sinker. Very disappointing and frankly bizarre. I feel like I’m in the twilight zone in some ways. If I was still in university it’d make for quite a sociology study.

As it stands right now I’m at the point where i feel it’s best to just stay quiet because I can’t evaluate sources for myself, being that I don’t speak Hebrew nor Arabic, and i have my own life and job to do and can’t spend hours evaluating each and every claim. But then they howl that if you’re silent you’re complicit…

Its not only antisemitism, its also a big ol load of racism. Westoids excuse these antithetical values with "its just their culture :)))" as if Arabs are some kind of savages incapable of grasping a modern, liberal and free way of living. As if expecting anything short of backwards savagery from them is insulting to their mental abilities. Once westoids start viewing Arabs as equal human beings with brains and emotions and social consciousness the tune will change. Its like when Becky tells her hillbilly uncle to Get With The TimesTM and Its 2024 hunting gay ppl for sport is bad its great and is applauded but telling the exact same thing to Arab society is RacistTM somehow because god forbid you think these Browns with the Funny Language are capable of anything more than riding camels in the desert and killing each other over Honor and Respect.

As for your 2nd statement - youre absolutely correct. I dont invest myself in the conflicts of Kashmir, Eritrea, Sudan or anywhere else, because I have neither the historic nor cultural knowledge required to form any kind of opinion; I dont speak any of the relevant languages so I have 0 control over the information I expose myself to, and I dont have time to develop all of that^ just so I could formulate a cohesive opinion when 18yo Becky The WiseTM demands my verdict on whether this or that ppl should live or die.

#israel #palestine #u should learn these things if they interest u #not as a weird passing ticket to Nice treatment from others #cOmPLiciT lmao

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bluemoonhoon · 3 months

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secret proposals

lee heeseung x fem reader smau series

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BONUS the chaotic dinner, the ban of a company, and the start of a friendship.

-two years ago-

Lee Heeseung could not care less of the reason he was seated at one of Seoul's fanciest restaurants, but his father decided it was a great idea to rent the entire place for a blind date, which of blind had nothing, thankfully, it was not for him. growing up he always knew his role in his family company would always be overshadowed by his older brother not only in business, every achievement lee heeseung made in his 24 years of life was overlooked by the one and only heir in their family legacy.

and here he was, still trying to please his father accompanying him and his older brother on a "date"; while his father called it a blind date, heeseung (and everyone) was well aware this was not it, this looked more like a business meeting, which in part, it was. after many millions in their bank account, greed never stopped running as their main incentive for families like his. the son family was really important in the business world, and for a family like heeseungs who took pride in their economic impact, there where a low amount of companies that were on their level, and while his parents would not like to admit, the sons had a business leiras never was able to approach. this blind date, was business, it represented power and status for both families, but mostly for the lees, heeseung had never seen his dad as excited as when someone in his team mentioned the idea of having his older brother marry the only daughter of sondi group.

this was not the type of blind date heeseung has been sent to, the type of dates with "no strings attached" knowing really well that he was set up with daughters of influential families and leaking those "dates" to the media to pressure him into picking a partner (which never happened and gave him the "player" persona the news had of him) this was a marriage proposal, and just like a proposal, it looked like lee hansol was the main investor, setting the heir of the leiras conglomerate on a stronger and longlasting business deal. son jiwoo was the perfect addition to the Lee fortune, heeseung had seen her maybe twice in the events he was obligated to assist, people always respected jiwoo, she started working really young, and improved her family business in a way they wouldn't expect a young woman to, heeseung knew that when she married his brother his place in the family will disappear even more.

he saw her arrive in a blue dress at the exact moment she was told to attend, but she arrived alone "hello, I’m son jiwoo, I’m sorry to be greeting you alone, but there was an emergency and my parents had to travel out of city, they said they would text your assistant, but either way we didn´t want to leave you hanging after you organized this sir, my extreme apologies, it’s a pleasure to meet you" she introduced herself in the most proper way possible, she was the synonym of elegance. "its understandable, work always comes first, dont worry miss take a seat" his father said and heeseung sweared he never heard his dad speak that gently, while the waiters fixed the round table to fit the four people heeseung looked to the balcony only to see his brother still speaking on the phone, jiwoo thanked him and seated in between heeseung and his brothers place, "you must be seunghan, you are more handsome than people say" she told him while extending her hand and heeseung choked. "sorry I’m heeseung, his younger brother" and this time the surprised face came from jiwoo "my apologies heeseung, its just-" "its okay" and they both laughed at the awkardness of the situatuion while shaking hands. "seunghan is outside, he will join us in a minute" his father interrupted and both him and jiwoo looked at him, and heeseung saw first hand jiwoos facial expresion change into what was probably the expression she made while on business meetings.

like he did every single time his father opened his mouth, heeseung zoned out, and while he saw the small talk his father his brother and jiwoo were in, neither did they try to involve him, nor did he try to speak, he didn't care enough, at least the food was great. and while he distracted himself with it, maybe half and hour later he heard his dad fuck up this meeting "of course, when you guys get married you could apply to run our hotel division, while its nowhere as succesful as sondis, you can make it great again, we’ve heared good things about your managment" his father said and it was the first time heeseung looked up from his plate. "wait, you expect me to quit sondi and pick up what youve done in your hotels?" jiwoo questioned shocked. "yes, well, at least until you have children, you know early education is important and kids need a lot of attention, I don’t think you will have time for business when that happens" both heeseung and jiwoo physically cringed with that statement, his brother didn’t even react, which didn’t surprise him, but clearly bothered jiwoo. "so you want me to give up my job, the one I’ve had since i was 20, to save one of your divisions to make yourself richer only for me to quit the moment i have kids and become a house wife while not even having shares on your company?" she said and lee hanseol, chairman of leiras reacted like it was the best offer he could give someone, clearly, he didn´t know son jiwoo. "exactly" he answered simply and heeseung wanted to throw up of the entitlement his father was showing and that his brother was permitting "thats one of the worst offers I have received in my years in business, your are treating me and my company like we are imbeciles" she said with a sour expression.

"you should show some respect to your elders and don´t be rude miss" and with that heeseung actually covered his face with his hand embarrased by his family behaviour "I’m sorry sir, but you haven’t showed me any respect to reciprocate" she answered him with an insane amount of pride "you’ve been completely impolite to me, I’m not something your family can own as a source to grow your wealth, and I refuse to talk with someone who is dimishing the work and success I’ve worked for" she continued getting ready to walk out of the restaurant. "miss jiwoo if you walk out of this restaurant that rudely we won’t ever work with your company in any way" heeseung finally got himself into that discussion "oh my gosh, can you stop? it is embarrassing" he said quietly earning a look from his father that meant 'stay out of this' while his brother just played with his food "don't worry, I don't think I would ever like to work with a company run by you." she said while walking out of the restaurant, and heeseung sworn he had never seen a cooler thing; someone had the final word against his father, and wasn't scared of the stuff he said, lee heseung knew that even if it was lowkey he wanted to be friends with someone as awesome as son jiwoo.

NOTE: wanted to share with you the backstory of heeseung and jiwoo friendship and of the event I’ve talked about since the beginning of the series. Even though it’s not related to the current timeline :)

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#enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smau #enhypen x reader #enhypen #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #enhypen lee heeseung #heeseung

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theiyah · 7 months

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features I'd like for future bg3 patches:

- manual grouping: [exists!]

sometimes I dont want to move the whole party at once, or split everyone. I would like to have the option to group party members to each other. Like grouping my 2 rogues together because they give each other proximity advantage for sneak attacks, or grouping the melee fighters together, while leading the casters to a save spot where they can attack from above and be save. Something similar is already happening in multiplayer but I would like it for single player aswell (I have been informed this feature already exists and I just didnt know. Very cool)

- scenic spots:

Exactly what it says. I just want spots where I can move the camera more freely and have a good view of something cool or beautiful. It does sound pretty hard to implement though.

- more enemy last words:

I would really like the option to get an additional cutscene or something if I don't kill boss enemies or important npcs in a fight, but instead knock them out in the fight. I was honestly expecting a cutscene after knocking out Gortash or Raphael. Even if it's just them begging for mercy and we have the chance to kill them or to spare them. Banning Raphael from the house of hope and making him aware that you could easily kill him seems more satisfying than just plain killing him and then its over. (Especially because the fight was a bit too easy.) I know this is a lot of effort and the voice actors would have to be up for it aswell so I dont expect much but it would be really cool!

- Zevlor romance.

You heard me.

- illithid memory sharing cutscenes

I'm all for more story cutscenes. We got one for shadowheart and I would absolutely adore seeing other characters backgrounds in visual form. As much as I love the narrators voice I just want to see baby Lae'zel and tiny Wyll. OH young Gale in his mothers kitchen with the bunnies! I have a lot of imagination and visualisation skills, but other people don't and I want them to experience those scenes aswell!

- consequences for using the tadpoles and mindflayer powers

I used the mindflayer tadpole powers ONCE in my entire playthrough. Didn't put any more tadpoles into my head. I was a bit bummed out when I found out there were no consequences for using/not using them. Seems like the final fight should be harder the more tadpoles have made Tav's little pond of a brain their home.

- manual insight and perception checks

This one is not going to happen but I would like to have it anyway. In DnD I'd sometimes ask/get asked "what do I see?/Do I believe them?/Can I use an action to check the room for anything like traps etc before entering?" Some of that is already happening automatically but I would like to have the option to manually trigger it ONCE every scene/location. Not once per character. Just one check, no reroll.

- access companion inventory

this might already be possible but I'd like the option to access the inventory of companions who aren't on my team currently. It would be incredibly helpful for un-/equipping items when a character isnt on your team currently. maybe the solution to this would be items being stored in a chest when the companion isn't in your team. a chest that is bound to their camp, cant be destroyed or moved etc. and once they join your team youll have to reequip them BUT they'll already have all their stuff right there? idk how hard it would be to implement the auto reequip option when you have the companion join your team

- give Karlach a good ending dammit

She deserves to be happy and I know you can go to Avernus with her but you have to leave your love interest behind unless you romances Wyll and that sucks so much ass.

What would you like to see in future patches? What do you think won't ever happen but you'd wish to see anyway?

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 patch #bg3 spoiler #bg3 zevlor #raphael #bg3 raphael #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #bg3 spoilers #bg3 romance #bg3 update

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ramble about your Ezra Squall redemption arc please?

Absolutely- id be very happy to! I'm quite aware that im about to sound like this:

but you asked so this is what you signed up for /j

Soooooooo it basically wormed its way into my head because of the one time where Squall said something like 'We're wundersmiths we take all of the blame and none of the credit' and I was like, okay sir are you speaking from experience? What was the 'credit' of your actions? And also the mention of the shared enemy, which I at the time took as meaning partially something in the republic that threatens Nevermoor, and partially something to do with the system, the Wunderous Society and like, all the people in charge who are against wundersmiths and are trying to hold Mog back.

Along with these two things, I'd like to think that 100+ years of banishment are long enough to rethink your actions and become a better person.

So, I'll explain it in a way that wont take an entire essay to write out. Basically it goes in my head that, Courage Square was, at least partially an accident, and over 100 years the story got skewed, and the current population turned against Ezra and the Wundersmiths, while the population at the time knew how, Wundersmiths ultimately were trying to help Nevermoor. Courage Square was bad, which is why Ezra was banished, but he wasnt killed. After a tragedy, it would be expected that he'd be punished, but at the time, the Republic as we know it didnt exist, and so being banished out there was a very bad fate, but it was definitely better than death.

Ezra went through a, lot of bad mental states during the first few decades of his banishment, but as he grew older, he came to terms with both his past actions and his current situation, though he still feels guilty about it.

In my head, the Wundersmiths were originally established to protect Nevermoor from the weird creatures of the darkness that the Wunderous Society takes care of now. Those creatures are attracted to Wunder. When Ezra was banished from Nevermoor, there were no longer any Wundersmiths in there, and so WunSoc had to step up and find a way to cover for him. Meanwhile, Ezra, who still loves Nevermoor, establishes Squall Industries, partially to improve conditions in the Republic and partially to provide a bigger, brighter beacon of wunder to attract the majority of the dangerous creatures to a place where he could still handle them. In this same thought, the Hunt of Smoke and Shadow werent something he created, but a group of these dangerous creatures that he managed to tame.

On the same subject are the other cursed children, those who, gather wunder but are unfortunately dont have the gift to control it. The creatures of the darkness, who chase wunder, hunt down these children to take the wunderous energy from them, which they dont survive. Ezra does his best in this situation, but one man can only do so much, and the creatures are relentless.

When he first discovers Morrigan, he's not exactly sure what to do. He tries to just get her as an apprentice through the usual means in the republic, but after a certain mad ginger got in the way he sent the Hunt after her, himself being busy trying to help the other cursed children, but we all know that that attempt didnt work. Ezra, knowing about the wunder critical-mass gather-too-much-without-using-it-makes-bad-things-happen thing, so he used the gossamer to get back into Nevermoor.

Having to enter and view Nevermoor again, even though not physically, took a bit of a toll on him, plus having to interact with someone new while being himself, which is not something he's had to do in a long time. He's also never, had to teach anyone before.

From there, I imagine he goes from frustrated and angry, to irritated but starting to get attached to Mog, to actually being a genuinely good teacher (aka the floof you saw in my drawing, who doesnt sleep nearly enough but still tries his best to be a good person), who is Tired™ and also just as chaotic as Jupiter when he wants to be.

Thank you for listening to my ramble- I can happily expand on anything if anyone happens to like this train of thought. I have further specifics on, basically everything, but this is a solid overview.

#im also working on a new drawing #so hopefully that will be finished in the next few days #nevermoor #jessica townsend #ezra squall #wundersmith #wunder #morrigan crow #ramble #ezra squall redemption arc

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please asexual!reader x megumi

I wasnt sure if you wanted a headcannon or drabble so… here’s both. Y’all also give me way too much freedom when writing, i love it! Your wish is my command sunshine!

you actually started off as enemies, you hated that he was so expressionless and only expressed anger, discontent and disgust, how did GOJO raise him

He hated that you were exactly the same yet judged him so hard. Except you were more sarcastic and had your own sense of dark humor.

It was when you cracked a joke about yuji and sakuna at the worst possible time that he couldn’t even fight back the way his lips quirked up, he claims it was a muscle spasm.

And maybe you arent entirely horrible and unbearable and your music taste is cool and your taste in fashion is mainly dark clothes but the way you can dress for every aesthetic— hes impressed.

He wasnt smitten by just one joke… it was also the way you smiled and looked so smug after every joke you told it was cute.

“If you stop oggling at y/n and pick a food spot that would be nice” Nobara teases and his glare is back on the girl he seen as an annoying sister.

Its the day you wear your hair in its fro running out of arm strength to wrestle it into a style you opt for it and he cant help the stare. You smell like cocoa butter, skin is sun kissed and that laugh… its soft and airy and he almost hates how sickly sweet it was. That was the laugh that was reserved for him so why were you laughing with Todo?

What could that idiotic brainless brute say that was sooooooo funny? Wait why did he care?

It didnt matter cause he was already in tow when Todo reached out to touch your hair.

“With this treasure i summon—“

“Megs wait!” The nickname was an accident but you dont miss the way the red coats the tip of his ears and he clears his throat.

You use it to your advantage everything becomes “megs this” and “megs that” and hes happy to comply.

You begin flirting in insults and your friends never know if your flirting or are actually about to brawl.

“I know how much you enjoy reading so i got you this book…maybe now instead of your spikey little head being a passageway for air it can actually hold thoughts.” You smile giving him the book ignoring the way everyones jaw is on the floor. He eyes you before picking on the one thing he knew could get you bent out of shape.

“Im suprised you were tall enough to reach this.. or smart enough to find the library.”

“One day im going to finish you and not even big ragga the opp stoppa can save you” you say holding him by the front of his shirt your noses nearly touching yet he looks completely unfazed. Actually theres an arrogant smirk on his face that nobody quite expected.

“Can you two fuck already and get it over with” Maki exhasperstes and you become visibly uncomfortable… for the rest of the entire day. Her harsh comments never bothered you, he watched you say worse stuff to her and even leave her stunned before sharing a laugh.

Its when he realizes you're asexual and those comments bother you.

He may or may not threaten to bring out mahoraga if anybody else in the group makes sexual comments around you.

“Hey megs can i wear your jacket?” You ask already wearing his black and blue motorcycle jacket over your black crop top and mini skirt hair in 2 spikey buns immitating his hair and he wants to be angry cause he hated people touching his stuff but… you called him megs. And you look hot!

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you while you danced at the bar, he told himself it was because he was the designated driver and babysitter of the group he had to make sure everyone was okay.

You looked so carefree and adorable in his jacket, he even pretends not to notice you using your ability to control shadows to get rid of a man who got to close but he did smile.

He likes feeding you— now hear me out! It happened after the club you had been super drunk and hungry and there was a late night ramen bar Yugi suggested but megumi cant help but watch the way you put at the chopsticks. He assumes you dont know how to use them and that begins the tradition of him feeding you every time you go out.

Until its every time you eat ramen… ramen becomes your favorite food.

“Does he know that she knows how to use chopsticks?”

“I-im not sure but he actually looks… happy? Lets not say anything”

He likes when you play with his hair. One day hed been sitting next to you fighting sleep and all it took was a hand in his hair your nails softly scratching his scalp and he was fast asleep on your lap. He actually wrapped his arms around your midsection locking you in so you couldn’t move.

And when yuji and Todo walk into yuji and megumis shared apartment the scowl on his face is the meanest they’ve ever seen. How dare they interrupt his quiet time with his woman?!

Its quiet when he yells that at him… but an akward silence he didnt mean to yell that he was just so exhausted from all the missions hes been on and lack of times hes been able to spend with you.

“Damn take me on a date for dinner and a movie first” you break the silence and he gives you a sheepish grin laying back on your lap trying to cover the burn of his cheeks and ears.

“You hate cliche dates like that… ill take you somewhere better” he fights the urge to stutter.

And he does he takes you to a sip and paint class where neither of you follow what the teacher painted. He painted a picture of you under the moonlight and you painted a stick figure with a bunch of letter M’s on the head for his hair.

“My hair isn’t that damn spikey!”

He hangs the picture up in his bedroom anyway making sure your signature is on it.

Megs closet is your favorite place he has so many cool things he doesn’t wear.

“You jerk the tags still on it” he scoffs seeing you in his new hoodie.

You give it back because it doesn’t smell like him anyway and opt for a beanie… and jacket.

“What? Youve worn this” “no, i tried it on”

He loves when you wear his clothes and the way it looks so big on you but youre just happy with anything that his and he doesnt understand how you can be so infatuated with him or anything involving him but its equivalant to the way he was with you.

Megumi smiles down at you completely infatuated with how cute you look in his shirt, it swallows you whole but you don’t seem to mind and he doesn’t pay much attention to the denim blue dye fading onto the collar from your hair. The denim bite was a mishap you were actually trying to dye your hair the same color as his and honestly once you told him he didn’t give a damn about the dye on his new fresh white nike tee.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice sounds annoyed but you knew better this was megs we were talking about. He always sounds annoyed and you nod cutely up at him watching as a smile builds on his face. He kisses your forehead before walking over to the kitchen ready to sneak a taste of whatever you'd been cooking.

“I'll pop your fingers with a wooden spoon so you better think twice about going in my pot” you threaten watching as he sends a disbelieving look over his shoulder.

“You know speaking of food Yuji told me you absolutely do know how to eat with chopsticks and that i don't need to feed you” he retorts ruffling his hair which you gasp at. You were going to fold yuji like origami and flick him far off to where he wouldn't be found.

“Fine…you can have a bite of the salmon” you wager but he's quick.

“What?! No,3” he tries happily walking toward the stove,

“Two and you keep feeding me with chopsticks and ill show you the fudge chocolate cake i made you for dessert” you promise watching as his face lights up.

#megumi x black reader #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi x reader #fushiguro

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