#”they’d get hate on sm”

[ivysos2001]

Anyone who knows anything about Steve Rogers knows he’s the most stubborn person in the world (especially when it comes to people he cares about) so tbh I really can’t see a reality where he gets to vormir to return the soul stone and calmly accepts that his partner and closest friend of the last eleven years is dead and gone and moves on rather than getting there and doing something reckless and insane to try to get her back

[tariah23]

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[kavehayati]

I will never get the appeal of teacher student dynamics 🧍‍♀️ like i could read anything at all and think it’s good but even if it’s legal teacher/student MAKES ME SO UNCOMFYYY LIKE WHAT

[velaenam]

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞

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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – college au. you go to his frat boy party. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐰 ; NSFW (18+)!! RAW. NASTY. smut!!, possessiveness/obsessiveness!!, rough, threatening,   angst,  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬;  this ones a lil long. i had sm fun writing this. caleb is on 10. im not sorry girlie. enjoy! not proofread.

you weren’t too keen on parties. in fact, you weren’t in the right headspace to be attending any events. you wanted to be home, wrapped up in your bed, watching on your tablet. instead, you’re about to knock on the doors of alpha sigma phi– or whatever theyre called. the only reason why you were here was on the behalf of your best friend, caleb. he had just been so damn busy with finals, and he finally had time to throw a party for the campus to celebrate everyones (hopeful) success. everybody was invited. b.y.o.b. you were 1st on the list, as always, but you were too socially exhausted to even indulge. you don’t even remember why you said yes, and when.  

truth to be told, if he had it his way, he wouldve just been celebrating his winnings with you, but he’d promise his frat brothers that they’d do something, since a lot of his time was spent with you. 

were you two dating? ‘no! she’s just my best friend!’ he would retort, and some how these one track boys would just agree.  they werent like your friends. they didnt relent when he denied it. yours would hawk you down, try and interrogate you (lovingly). maybe its because many women in the campus had the hots for him. you’d occasionally play wingwoman, give their numbers to him, just to be kind. he’d deny them all, no real reason, more playing to the ‘i have to put 100% of my focus on my future’ as if he isn’t organizing a glorified booze off. 

as you stand there quietly, the music drowning everything out, the vibrations moving you ever so slightly, your attention shoots upwards, as the door swings open with no care. the sound of laughing and pop music tackle your eardrums. “hey! you’re here!” your best friend exclaimed, not missing a beat, and pulling you inside. you gave him a smile, “hey. its lively in here!” you shout over the music. hes leaning down, a beer in his hand, “WHAT–WAS–THAT PIPSQUEAK?” he shouts back, and you couldnt help but burst out laughing. his gorgeous purple eyes scanning you before he chuckles, “cmon! lemme show you’round!” he drags you around the house, showing you where their poorly but charming attempted dance floor, and the kitchen, where all the snacks and booze were. you could definitely tell there was not an ounce of female gaze in their planning, but regardless, every square inch of this house was bumpin’ with many alike. 

you decided to follow his lead, denying the beer he had offered you. he’d lead you to the dance floor, his goofy dancing catching the eyes of the others, especially his flock of fans, men women and the like. you were all smiles, dancing just as silly as he was. 

as you spin, your eyes land on  her  . the girl who hated you with a burning passion. the girl who was jealous of your relationship with caleb. oh she loved this man since she met him in orientation and she hated you the moment you showed up for yours, treating him as your pack mule for all your bags. she just so happens to be running the fan club as its president. how lovely. you wonder what is her deal. you’d never personally spoken to her, and the only times you’ve had were in passing, and she was kind!

it was only for a split second, your gaze immediately disattached hers, and you return to calebs attention. he spins you one more time before the music ends, and everyone disperses to get more drinks or mingle some more. you and caleb laugh in sync, as you both step into the kitchen, and you grab a bag of chips. 

“hey, pips.” he starts. “i didn’t wanna mention it but thanks for coming. it means a lot.” he admits, handing you a bottle of water. you nod, supportive, smile widening, “anything for you, caleb.” you crack the bottle open, and as you take a swig, you see her coming into view. 

“hey caleb.” she muses, her sweet tone sticking to you like molasses. caleb turns, his smile not faltering once, “hey, jen!” he goes to put his arm around her. something you picked up on. you felt your heart tug, but you ignored it, excusing the fact that you have a slight heart problem. 

“i had something i need your help with” a hint of mirth appears across her face, and you couldnt help but let a giggle escape your lips. you wave ‘em off hinting at caleb to go ahead, and he flashes a look of need. to be assured. you gave him a gentle nod, a gentle smile, letting him be sent off with her. 

“hey you.”

it’d be 30 minutes by the time you look up from your phone. you notice one of caleb’s frat brother called out to you, and you wave at him, “hey what’s up?” you’d inquire, before he motions you to come with him, “we’re about to play 7 minutes in heaven. c’mon!” 

you werent too privy to what 7 minutes in heaven was, but you oblige, a tad bit confused. as he directs you to the upstairs, you could hear a multitude of voices, screaming over each other, ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahhhs’. he opens the door for you, and you step in. caleb and many others sit in a circle, a bottle in the middle. 

“pipsqueak!” caleb embarrassingly shouts to you. this causes eyes to fixate on you, and you couldn’t help but fall to a blushing victim. you swore you heard jen whisper something to her lackey, but again, one ear out the other for you.

you take a seat across caleb as he flashes you a sweet little smile. there were many others coming in to join, so you didn’t feel too singled out, “spin the bottle, whoever it lands on, you and that person go in that closet for 7 minutes. questions? no? LETS GO!!” frat boys voice booms, causing everybody to hollar with excitement. you laugh, deciding to join in on the fun. ya only live once!

you see the bottle spinning, two people get up and go into the closet. you don’t really hear much, and they come out, both perplexed. 

another spin, and another pair go in, their giggles were heard. followed by wet noises. your eyes wide, what the hell were they doing!? the crowd was eating this up. people can do that in 7 minutes? you were both intrigued, and astonished. you really tried not to enjoy how fun this kinda became, but fuck it, you laughed with them.

it was jen’s turn! she flashes a big grin, particularly at you, before spinning. your smile still evident, as it …. lands on you! 

you blinked, panic slightly pouring into your internal organs. you gulped, before making your way up, “cmon girl.” she says, a bit invitingly.  you really didn’t see any issue so you oblige, guard down, playing into it, but as she shuts the door and the two of you sit down her smile no longer lingers.

you were a bit confused. smile there, and frown here. did you do something bad? as you go to speak up, she cuts into your voice, “stop hogging him, bitch.” she starts. you stare puzzled. nobody has ever spoken to you like this, especially not towards regarding caleb. you were more than confused, you were starting to get irritated. 

“what’s your problem?” you spoke. if it wasn’t the music blasting loud, everybody would have front seats to a drama right now. “you heard me. every girl who tries with caleb keeps getting rejected. its probably your fault. you’re his fucking priority, and you don’t even like him.” she says, coolly, before retracting herself from you, “back away from him, and we won’t have any problems, okay? stop being so selfish. girl to girl. ” 

you really were taken aback. girl to girl? she was delusional to even blame you for caleb’s disinterest. “first off-” you start, brows furrowed, “him not being interested, isn’t my fault. i’ll give him your number if you want me to, what he does with that is up to him.” you’d attempt to explain, but she wasn’t having it. she raises her hand in front of her face, towards you, and with an exasperated sigh she cuts you off again, “girl i don’t care. we’ve been talking for EVER now. but every time i try to have him do ANYTHING with me, he has an excuse.” she rolls her eyes, mocking caleb, “i cant she has a game today, oh i can’t do that, i’m picking her up after her class, blah blah.” 

as she speaks, you felt a pang of guilt. were you really that selfish? you really didn’t think so. hes your childhood friend. you’ve been glued to the hip. is his misfortune with women your fault?  of course not, and you weren't going to let this girl gaslight you into believing it. still. you did feel a bit pained upon hearing that. you shake your head, and as you retort, the door swings wide open, revealing caleb, “hey! you guys are taking forever!” he had a neutral look to him, and he notices your upset, but as if a seamless transition, it was covered with a smile. the two of you look up at him, laughing, and jen gets up, kissing his cheek. 

he couldn’t help but wonder what that was about. your slightest mood change was all he thought about. he was confused. 

you’d continue to play the game, until it was your turn. you hadn’t even noticed it was your turn to spin until they urged you to. a bit reluctant, you do so, meekly shoving the bottle.

of course it had to land on caleb.

a gasp from the ladies, and a hoot from the guys. caleb chuckles before nodding towards the closet. you could feel jen seething from the side. you thought long and hard whether or not you want to come in that closet with him or feign tiredness. it was too late, and maybe the group will call you a chicken if you back out, but you rather face the momentary wrath of a bunch of drunk college kids than be scrutinized by jen an her posse for as long as you both went to class together.

begrudgingly, you walk towards the closet, and sit down immediately. caleb goes to ruffle your hair, “hey, pips, are you okay?” you could sense the urgency in his tone, care practically gushing out. “yeah. i’m okay.” you lie, and very badly too. “what did jen tell you?” he inquires. he wasn’t stupid. he knew that the moment you went into this closet with her she was going to act catty, but to what degree?

you shake your head, blocking the memory, and changing the subject, “you never said. did the aviation school in skyhaven get back with you?” his face contorts to confusion, why you want to ask that question at this time was beyond him, he was trying to be serious, alas he nods, “yeah.. they want me.. next semester.” he mumbles. 

all the joy you could possibly have in your body jumps out, the feeling of dread by jen is removed, and you jump into his arms. holding him tight. this was his dream from the beginning, and him sharing it with you meant the world.  you pull away before the door can open, so you wouldn’t be incriminated. “we’ll talk more about this later! annnd we’ll celebrate!” you clasp your hands together, giggling like a school girl, before you back away from him, and opening the door. 

as much as her conversation ruined your evening, you couldn’t help but be happy for him. he got accepted into his dream school. you were already conjuring plans to make a party for him. 

as you walk out of the closet, the group was nowhere to be found. confusion etched into your face, you and caleb walk out towards the railing where everybody was dancing. the music was loud, everybody was going crazy. you check the time. 1am .  you figured it was time for you to leave. you were excited for him, but jen was in the back of your mind, and you would rather just retain the good news rather than pander about her.

as you turn to go down the stairs you felt caleb put his hand on your shoulder, and you look up at him, waiting for him to speak, “where are you going?” 

“i’m going to head home. i’m gettin’ tired caleb.” you confess

“let me walk you home?”

you laugh dryly, and shake your head, “i appreciate it, but no. i got it. hosts arent supposed to leave the party, sir… and what would your girlfriend think?” you make your way towards the door before waving at him from below.

girlfriend ? what the hell did she say to you?

you finish your skincare routine. you were a bit bummed out by the party. you really were interested in kissing someone for funsies. instead you got bitched at for something you didn’t even do.

you groan in frustration. it was damn near 2:30 by the time you finish your night routine, when you hear a knock on your door. weary, you look through the camera and notice it was caleb. you scramble to unlock the door, and there he was

“hey pipsqueak. sorry took me s’long. was kickin’ everybody out.”

your brows raise, letting him in, “no you’re fine. i didn’t even anticipate you coming by. what’s up?”

he makes himself at home, crashing on your couch after he slips his shoes off. the warmth of your dorm causes him to take his hoodie off, but he must’ve forgotten to wear a shirt under it, as he sits shirtless now. you’d seen this man damn near naked for a good part of your life, so seeing those washboard abs, and toned arms were normal for you. 

“so. what’re you doing here again?” you inquire, sitting next to him. his face had a mixture of annoyance and regret. he looked at you, with those doe eyes as if he felt bad. 

“i didn’t know she was so rude to you. i’m so sorry pipsqueak.” 

ah. jen. 

you genuinely did not want to make a big deal out of it, so you attempt to shake your head, “n-no! it’s okay! i swear!” 

“no. what she said was awful. i cut things off with her.”

- 

caleb finishes grabbing all the trash and shoving it in the basket. as soon as you’d left he told his friends to shut the party down. ‘was time to call it a night anyways. jen stayed to help, along with her friends, so cleaning was quick as it went. 

as everybody started to disperse, jen stayed behind, a cute childlike gleam in her face. “thanks for helping, jen. i really appreciate it.” caleb sheepishly smiles down at her. he was drunk, but still coherent. they sat on the step together. alone. under the beautiful stars.

“do .. i…. get  a kiss?” she piques, giggling, quite obviously drunk.

 his eyes darken, and he looks at her, a bit more serious now, “jen. what did you tell her?” he asks, straight to the point. her smile falters, and she tilts her head, as if unaware, “what do you mean?” .. “cut the bullshit. you upset her. what dumb shit did you tell her.” a whole new side of him that jen’s never seen in her whole life. hell, she’d never ever heard him cuss. and that wasn’t even a question. that was a demand. “w-wha-” .. “stop playing stupid. why’d she look so upset in the closet?”

there was an intense silence in the air, before she sighs, defeated, “fine. i told her to leave you the hell alone. i want you all to myself, and i’d be damned if that bitch got in my way.” 

in a swift movement he was on top of her, and if it were not the scary interaction she just had moments ago, she’d be all for this. jen sobers quickly, yelping quietly.

“don’t go near her, or talk to her ever again. and if i hear you’re around her or interact with her...” he stops and composes himself, before getting up. 

“obviously, we’re done. just.. don’t come near us again.” he says with such sinister mirth, that could freeze hell itself.

“you really didn’t have to do that caleb. but thank you anyways.” you go to hug him. your warmth spreading to his soft cold skin. you pull away right after, as the hug had you in an awkward position. after some more small talk you notice the change of demeanor.

“caleb.. she.. said other things.. things that she.. probably didn’t tell you..” you confess, biting your lip. “whats up?” he motions you to continue.

“well.. she said i was the reason why you never get with anybody. you kept doing things for me and dodging her plans. is that true?” his eyes are wide open, and you could tell his breath ran ragged. “you… you’re my number one, pipsqueak..” he mumbles.

your heart flooded with a warm feeling, a sweet feeling, even. but you needed to get this out of the way, before more issues arose.

“do … you.. have..feelings for me?” you’d never been damn direct in your life. you felt like exploding as you asked that question. what if you just made a mockery of yourself? ah fuck.

you purse your lips, and you were about to go back on that sentence, when he grips your wrist. 

“i do.” 

thump. thump. “i am in love with you.” thump! your ears burn with this sudden confession. your breath hitched. 

you don’t know what type of gravity it was, but you lurched forward, locking your lips with caleb.

he wastes 0 time, his arm wraps around you. your fingers wrap around his hair, pulling him closer. you were so in love with this man. he was the key to your feelings. you love him. Bad.

“i love y’too– caleb” you say in between kisses. you kept kissing, hands tangled in his brown locks. you just needed this. you needed this kiss. and he did too. he pushes you down on the couch, and pulls away, staring at you. 

he was so enamored by you, that he didn’t even mind that you were naked under that robe, your perky beautiful tits presenting itself to him. his ragged breathing, as he scans you, looking for an answer, “do you.. want…” you just nod, and that was all it took. 

caleb dips down, removing the robe from your frame. a calloused hand cupping your perfect tits. his big tongue gliding down to your nipples. your breath hitched, and you moan, earning the approval of. his other hand gently rubs your inner thigh, taking its sweet, haphazard time. it reaches your clit. you were radiating such heat, that he could feel it in his fingertips. your slutty and delicious body was just aching for this man. he loved it. so so much. 

his fingers run soft soft circles on your swollen clit. your body twitches at the surge of pleasure. he bits down gently on your nipple, and you mewl, like a sweet little whore.

“baby.. you.. sound.. so..good.. just like– that” 

he gently coos, in between his kisses on your tits. fingers gliding up and down between your clit and entrance. he could feel your pussy getting more wet on his hands. he was cherishing every single moment.

you were so helpless. a mewling slut, for her master, and this sent him to the moon. his dick rock hard in his sweats. it was getting so so hard for him to not just fuck you senseless then and there.

“it feels so good.. oh my ggg..” your fingers grip his hair, eyes close, bucking into his fingers. 

you felt his fingers slip inside you, and your eyes shoot open. moans eliciting left and right. you had to be quiet, due to the fact you were in a dorm, and walls were just a tad bit thin. 

caleb caught onto that and smirked, as he pulls his fingers out of you. making sure you were watching him, he takes his fingers and licks it, eye contact on 10 as he cleaned your juices off his fingers. you were warm beyond compared. the things this man is doing to you right now.

he gets up and pulls you up, bridal style, and walks you over to your bed, gently laying you down, before he grabs the hem of his sweater and boxer. you peeked, and silently thanked the gods you bought him that grey sweatpants. 

in one swift movement he was in front of you, naked, well hung. the sight of his cock made you see stars. it almost terrified you. 

he straddles on top of you, his tip grazing your leg. you shuddered at how hot it felt. fuck . you wanted to pass out right now.

“whats the matter pips?” you open your eyes at him, his damned smirk as he looked down at you. 

“mm.. nothing..:” 

he dips down and captures your lips. you wrap your arm around his shoulder, before he pulls away. “do you want this rough or sweet?” 

he fully fully intended on being the sweetest boy to you on your first time. but right now. he wanted to fuck the absolute shit out of you. you seem to be on the same wavelength, as you giggle, he smiles wider, ah.. music to his ears. “rough. you said you love me right?” something about the way you had said that causes ringing to flood his ears.

in a swift motion he flips you on your knees. he dips you downward, face down, ass up. and lays a smack on your ass. you grip the bedsheet, face in pillow. caleb slams his dick on your asscheek, before he wastes not a single second. his big cock buries inside you. your walls mold to his thick length. you groan in your pillow. ‘fuck’ you mewl. he almost comes, at how tight you fucking were. you instinctively push back, earning a low moan from him.

caleb leans down, his hand grabbing you by your hair, and pulling you to meet his eyes, “you’re gonna regret that.” he mumbles as he kisses your neck sloppily. slow stroking you. his other hand making its way to your clit, rubbing those slow soft circular motions. he was going slow, but he was hitting your sweet tight walls from the tip to his base. your pretty and gorgeous pussy taking him like a good girl. you were moaning as quiet as you can, but the restraint was driving him nuts. you sounded so helpless. it almost made him cum again. his pace quickens. your breath hitches, your ass slapping against his skin. you felt his balls hitting you, his sweat hitting your back, you felt him hitting your fucking wall. it hurt so goddamn bad, but your eyes were rolled back, you were drooling, you were seeing the fucking stars above you. he kept going so hard. you were losing yourself, squirting all over his hands. you cry out as stops rubbing your clit. 

“oh my fuuucking god baby… you sound soo- so good when you’re coming for me.. mm.. ill make you cum all over my dick.. is that what you want baby?” you nod, helpless. a shriveling mess. 

as you nod, he presses his hand against your stomach, and your pleasure multiplies. youre going to fucking explode. he was fucking you like a sex toy, and you were going to succumb to him. this wasn’t the same caleb you knew to be a gentle giant. that sweet sweet boy. a handsome sweetheart, pounding your pussy like life depended on it. raw dogging you like it was his last day on earth.

“c-calebcalebcaleb…pleaseple..” you moan into the pillow, but he keeps your head up. “nnoo pipsqueak.. let me hear you moaning for me.. i want to hear your sexy voice.. i want you to call my name while you cum… mm– i want to hear you scream my name while i fill you up with my kids..” 

fuck. 

you bite your lip, you are literally there, hes going to make you orgasm. hes so fucking unfair. you cry out his name, loudly. his words turns you into a mess. 

you’d probably hear about it in the next coming days, but who fucking cares. you were getting dicked down by caleb for fuck sakes. 

“caleb! i’m going to cum!” you exclaim, pleasure surging through your pussy, as your walls tighten around him. calebs eyes roll back as well, this sudden tightness milking his cock. he turns your face to meet his, as your lips collide. blowing his load inside you, thick rope twitch into your insides, rushing out, his thrusts get lazier and lazier. your pussy squeezes every ounce of nut out of him, sending him in a spiral. 

a few minutes pass. both of your breathing, raggedly in sync, as he finally pulls out of you, your perfect pussy dripping his sticky load out, and you lay on your stomach, before turning on your back, to face him. 

the sight of your beautiful face in tattered ruins sends his neurons scrambling. he looks down at his twitching cock.

 he was rock hard again.

[harryspet]

Fic or Drabble whichever you wanna do.

Dark bsf Rafe taking advantage of vulnerable pregnant reader. Maybe her parents kicked her out? Or her baby daddy left her. Or whatever u see fit.

(Sorry if that sucks I just love ur work sm 🩷)

homestead | r. cameron [p.1]

[warnings] dark!rafe cameron x pregnant!reader, farmer!rafe, pogue!reader, implied jj x reader, kidnapping, future NONCON/DUBCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+

word count: 3.6k

In which you reach rock bottom after JJ gets arrested and your first love returns to save the day.

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A boy. 

You looked down at your eighteen-week ultrasound picture and smiled weekly. You and JJ were having a baby boy, and you’d found out completely by yourself. Pope had offered a million times to attend one of your appointments, practically begging a few times because he didn’t want you to go alone. You always rejected him, as the idea of going with someone else never felt right. 

The Heyward’s had already done so much for you by letting you live in their spare bedroom for, basically, your entire pregnancy. No matter how much Pope tried to tell you that they didn’t mind at all, you saw in their eyes that the last person they wanted their son to be friends with was JJ Maybank’s baby mama. You promised them you’d be able to save enough money to get your own place by the end of your pregnancy. 

So far, your day job at a retail clothing store and the late shift you worked as a waitress at The Wreck made you enough to keep you afloat. Pregnancy check-ups and ultrasounds were an expense you weren’t initially expecting and you hated that you were contemplating skipping the next few visits to save money. Besides that, appointments meant you couldn’t work and you needed all the hours you could get. 

The picture reminded you of how much hard work was left, but the feelings were bittersweet. You were so excited to meet your little boy, no matter how small he was at the moment. If JJ’s case would move a little bit faster through the system, he could be there for the big day too. Everyone in Kildare was biased against him, knowing his father too well, and you knew the system would be biased against him as well.  

You were grateful for Pope and for knowing someone else loved JJ as much as you did. JJ wasn’t hard to love, but he was a complicated person, and your relationship seemed to bring out the darkest parts of him. Pope saw his dark side, but …he wasn’t there the night he got arrested. 

You didn’t know someone could yell so loud or be so angry. The two of you were living with his Dad, and the first few months were relatively peaceful, mostly because Luke would usually go out at night, get wasted, and crash on some other part of the island. You and JJ usually played house, taking turns making dinner for each other and sleeping together side by side. 

A week before you realized you were pregnant, Luke came around asking JJ for money that JJ “owed” him, and of course, JJ refused him. You knew he’d been saving for months to take you off the island for your birthday, and he wasn’t giving that up. The fight escalated, with both sides verbally tearing each other down. As soon as Luke mentioned JJ’s mother, there was no stopping JJ. 

The fight had already moved from the bedroom to the kitchen to the porch, and then the men wrestled in the yard. JJ would’ve killed Luke if the police hadn’t come. When he got taken away in cuffs, he was a bloody, swollen mess that you didn’t even recognize. 

It became even messier when Luke decided to press charges against his own son even though they’d both been arrested. You then decided that Luke Maybank was heartless and wouldn’t ever see what you saw in his son. 

It was the weekend, your one day off, and you’d chosen to spend most of it walking to the nearby department store after your trip to the clinic. The Heyward’s wanted to spend the day out on the water but rides on the boat were starting to make you extremely sick. Besides that, you hated fishing and It was one of the hotter days of summer but you’d chosen a lightweight t-shirt dress. Well, dresses were starting to be the only thing that you fit correctly with your growing stomach. 

You tucked the picture you were holding into your purse as you made your way inside. For the past month, you’d been working up the courage to go down the baby aisles. Yet another thing that felt completely wrong doing without JJ. Cara had also offered to help buy you things but you told her every time that you were waiting until you were closer to your due date. You’d hold off from nesting until you were sure that JJ wasn’t getting out. 

Slowly, you looked over every item. Cribs, diapers, breast pumps, baby formula, bottle warmers, and bibs. It was all so overwhelming and you knew getting everything would be expensive but the price tag didn’t quite register to you until now. You had no idea how you were going to pay rent one day and afford all of the things your baby needed. 

You picked up the cutest crib mobile decorated with rocket ships, stars, and planets, and your heart skipped when you realized it was over a hundred dollars. You’d have to work an entire shift to earn that. 

“Y/N?” 

You turned towards the deep voice and the mobile tumbled from your hands, “Shit,” You cursed as you went down with it, hoping you hadn’t broken it because you couldn’t afford to buy it. Rafe Cameron pushed his cart to the side and hurried to help you, “I got it,” You said quickly as you turned away, handing it back on its display. 

Then you really looked at him. The boy you’d been so obsessed with in highschool was not a boy. His light brown hair was longer than you remembered but was tamed by a baseball cap. His white t-shirt and jeans didn’t match the version of him you had in your head, but, honestly, he looked better than you remembered. 

He smiled, rubbing the stubble on his face, as he seemed to take you in. If Rafe looked ten times better, you probably looked ten times worse than you used to. You felt huge although people just started taking note of your bump a couple weeks ago and your hair was messily gathered away from your face. Your dress was not name brand, in fact, you remembered buying it from the exact store you were standing in and you wore boots that used to belong to JJ now that your feet were starting to swell. 

“Hey,” He said.

You breathed out, “Hi.”

“Congratulations,” Rafe glanced at your belly and you wanted to crawl inside your own skin, “I guess?”

“Thanks,” You nodded, “It’s . . . complicated.”

The sad part about being pregnant, unmarried, with your child’s father sitting in jail was that people had no idea what to say to you. 

“How are you?” He asked after you went silent.

“I’m good,” You forced a smile, “How are you?”

“Better now that I’ve ran into you,” His smirk was the exact same as you remembered, “You shopping for the little one?”

“Browsing,” You said, “Didn’t quite realize how expensive all this stuff is.”

You looked at him for understanding before you remembered you were talking to – Kildare’s richest bad boy, “You still keep all your little friends around?”

“Yeah, we’re all a bit spread out now, though. I’m staying with the Heyward’s right now.”

You weren’t quite sure why you were exposing your life to him, but part of you wanted him to know that you were fine, that you had made the right decision choosing JJ over him, and that you were still figuring out life, but you’d be happy. 

“Oh, so it’s Pope’s baby?” The smug look on his face made you realize he was teasing you. 

“You know exactly whose baby it is, Rafe,” You shot back, your eyes rolling back.

You turned to walk away but he grabbed you by your arm, “Y/N, I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’m sorry, Honey.”

You quickly pulled your arm away from him, folding your arms in front of your chest. You looked over his cart, seeing it was filled with miscellaneous things, but the only thing you could recognize was a massive back of dog food, “You got a dog?”

 “A few,” he said, placing his hands in his back pockets, “I use ‘em for animal herding. Wrangler, Sadie, and a few puppies.”

“Animal herding?”

“Yeah, I got this place on the mainland. I just came through to see Wheezie. I promised she could have one of the puppies before I sold the others.”

“You got a place on the mainland?” Your eyebrows raised, and you tried to keep your mouth from gaping, “Puppies?”

He nodded, laughing lightly, “Had to get my shit together after I got out of rehab and living with my Dad and Rose, it was just never good for me. Still working for him, but I’m just better on my own, you know?”

“I didn’t know you went to rehab,” You said quietly, still trying to process the information he was relaying. 

“A few times to be honest but I’ve been clean for a year,” He admitted while looking a bit closer at you, “Is there anything you need right now? I can help.”

“No, I couldn’t let you do that,” You shook your head quickly, “I’m fine.”

“You never like to accept help, do you?”

“I don’t need anything right now,” You assured him. 

“Hmm,” Rafe huffed, “Can I at least give you a ride, Y/N?”

“How do you know I don’t have one?” 

He gave you a knowing look that made you want to punch him. He was new and improved Rafe, but he was still an asshole, “Well, I also came to look for a new living room rug, and I could use a woman’s perspective. Help me, and I’ll give you a ride back to the Heyward’s.” 

“Whatever,” You shrugged before you began walking, “Fine.”

In his eyes, you could tell he thought he’d won. 

This was so wrong. So, so wrong. JJ would kill you. JJ would kill him. This wasn’t high school anymore, and you weren’t the insecure girl vying for the rich bad boy’s attention. Besides that, you’d always been an option for Rafe. JJ always chose you despite where you came from; now you might have a real chance of having a family. 

You blamed the way your body heated up when he spoke your name on your racing hormones and on the fact that you’d been separated from JJ for months. 

Rafe said he only came to main island to visit Wheezie, but as the weeks passed, you realized he’d found a new reason to visit. At least two times a week, he came in to the Wreck to order food and talk to you. Not only that, he practically texted you daily checking in on you. 

“Why the sudden change?” You asked him one night when closing time was closely approaching and you’d served all your tables, “I mean, I know you hated JJ but I didn’t think it would get in the way of, you know, us.”

“It’s my biggest regret after getting to know you again,” He admitted and the look in his eyes made your heart sink, “But I didn’t really know what I was doing when I was younger. I was so stupid, all I cared about was getting my Dad’s approval and I spiraled when that inevitably didn’t happen.” 

He had a way of making you question all of your own decisions. 

“Ward definitely wouldn’t approve of me now.”

“I told you I don’t care what he thinks.”

“Or what the entirety of Figure 8 will think?”

“Not at all,” He said.

“I care what my friends think.”

“You’re different than them now,” Rafe reached across the table to grab ahold of your hand as his blue eyes stared deeply into your eyes, “You have a great responsibility on your shoulders now. You have to do what’s best for you and the baby. That’s it, fuck what they think.”

“They do want the best for me,” You whispered, tears stinging your eyes.

“They want JJ for you. And he’s sitting in jail right now.”

You pulled your hand away, looking out the onto the dock and dark water. 

“You don’t even know how you should be treated,” Rafe said mostly to himself.

“What does that mean?”

“It means–” He stopped himself, but his skin was flushed with red and you sensed he was calming himself down, “I just think you deserve better.”

“And you’re going to walk into my life after all these years and save me? I can do this by myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Rafe leaned in, “JJ’s going to get out but things aren’t going to get better.”

“Why would you say that?”

“It’s true, he’s a fuckup. He won’t get a good job and there’s a good chance he’ll go right back,” That tipped you over the edge and your chair scraped loudy on the ground as you stood up, ‘“I’m sorry. Look, I’m sorry. I can drive you home.”

“Pope is coming to get me.”

You didn’t spare him a second look as you walked to the back of the kitchen. Until now, he’d refrained from putting all the weight of his judgement on you but you knew all a long he thought you were making a mistake. He’d been through a lot but he’d never struggled like you and JJ had. At the end of the day, he’d always had Ward’s money to fall back on. 

He just hated JJ and he was doing his best to get in between the two of you. 

Two weeks later, you were standing outside the Kildare County Jail, not because you were visiting JJ but because he was being released. Luke dropped the charges against him, and they released lower offenders due to overcrowding. You watched a few reunifications and waited on a cold bench in the lobby; blue hydrangeas in a small bouquet sat neatly in your lap. Your dress was also blue and printed with daisies. He had no idea the two of you were having a boy, and it was your sweet idea of telling him. 

You’d blocked Rafe’s number just that morning after ignoring his messages and calls. He was wrong. Even if he was calling to tell you that, you didn’t want to hear it. They never specified how long it would take to process him but you started to doze off after waiting for two hours. An officer in beige uniform tapped your shoulder lightly to wake you.

You were still hopeful and you expected to see JJ right behind him, “Hello, ma’am. Unfortunately JJ Maybank cannot be released today.”

“What?” Your eyes widened, “Uhm, why?”

“I was informed that additional charges have been filed against him.”

“What do you mean additional charges?” You asked, concern raising in your tone, “Who can I talk to?”

You when through every channel of communication possible, searching for answers. They couldn’t possibly expect you to leave like nothing happened. You found out from another officer, after heavy begging, that they filed another battery charge against him involving another inmate. Somehow, in the two days that he knew he was getting out he managed to catch another charge. 

“Could I at least visit him?” You’d asked and they told you he was in a segregated unit now and not allowed visits. 

You felt your heart physically break. When it fully started to sink in, you left to get fresh air. You walked for a long while until you started to panic. You sat down on the edge of the sidewalk and through teary eyes you tried to search for Pope’s number. What would you do now? Go back to the Heywards and continue to accept their charity? You were kidding yourself thinking you could do this alone. 

It felt like a rejection. You’d never had a real family. JJ knew that and yet he’d left you all alone again. 

You let your phone fall to the side, deciding you wanted to be miserable by yourself and you didn’t want to burden his family any longer. You threw the flowers into the street before your head fell in your hands and you finally let yourself cry for the first time since JJ had gone away. 

The bouquet you’d carefully put together lay discarded in the street and you had no care about the mud that was probably staining your dress now. Just as your chest started to tighten unbearably, you heard the low rumble of car engine and a shadow seemed to drape itself over you. You heard someone calling you, telling you to breathe, but your body wouldn’t obey the instructions. 

Your baby needs you to take a breath, you told yourself but the thought of your baby only made your guilt worsen, “I’ve got you,” You heard that familiar voice say. Being in his arms was far from familiar but your body didnt protest when it felt itself lifted in the air and placed on soft leather. 

The next time you looked up, you felt the car moving, and you saw the sun setting through the window. You felt a hand on your thigh rubbing soothing circles but you felt more paralyze than anything, “Try to take deep breaths,”  You heard him say but your body wasn’t yours to control, “Everything’s gonna be okay now. I’m going to take care of the two of you.” 

You were not in the squeaky twin bed at the Heyward’s house when your eyes peeled open the next morning and you realized that quickly. You saw wooden beams overhead and walls painted a soft cream color. You turned your head to see sunlight coming through lace-curtained windows. As fast as you could move with the extra weight, you pushed the comforter off of you and moved over to the window. It offered a view of rolling fields and distant trees, the greenery stretching as far as your eyes could see.

Looking back around the room, you saw a sturdy, antique bed with wooden nightstands on either side. A handmade quilt with vibrant patches of red and blue sat on top of the bed. Plush pillows piled at the head of the bed. On top of one nightstand was a well-worn book and a framed photo of younger Rafe with a blonde woman beside him. 

On the other nightstand was a vase of freshly picked wildflowers. You remembered your blue hydrangeas, and yesterday’s events came flooding back to you, “Fuck,” You cursed, and your eyes found the bedroom door. Before thinking about walking towards the door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror, sitting on top of a wooden dresser. You were dressed in a white silk pajama top and bottoms, a tiny sliver of your belly poked out the bottom of the shirt, but otherwise, they fit you perfectly. All you could do was curse, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You moved quickly towards the door, but it opened before you grabbed the handle. You covered your mouth as a shriek left your lips.

Despite your startled appearance, Rafe appeared calm. His hair looked like it had just woken him up, and he wore a simple T-shirt and gym shorts. He closed the door behind him, acting as another barrier to your escape, “What the fuck, Rafe?”

He shushed you, “You need to stay calm,” He warned you, “There’s no point in getting riled up.”

“I was having a panic attack and . . . and you–”

“You needed to get away,” He raised his hands as if to show he wouldn’t cause you harm, “I took you home with me.”

“You took me home with you?” You spoke back to him, “I have a home. Why didn’t you take me back to the Heyward’s?”

“That’s not your home, Honey, and you know that.” 

You shook your head, “You don’t get to decide that. Where’s my phone?”

“It’s wherever you left it,” Rafe shrugged, “You know, when you were having a panic attack on the side of the road. Alone and pregnant with absolutely no one looking out for you. Imagine if it wasn’t me who found you.” 

Rafe looked annoyed like it was you who was crazy in this scenario. You tried to ignore the thought of him undressing you and putting you in these new clothes. The idea of that became harder as you watched his eyes trail from your feet, higher and higher, “Jesus Christ, you don’t even know how precious you are,” He came closer until you were stumbling back onto the bed, “I want you to stay here with me.”

“And if I don’t want the same?” You looked up at him. 

“I’ll let you think it over. Give it some time,” He nodded to himself, “Are you hungry?”

You didn’t answer, only stared back, “I’ll make you something. I’ll be right back.”

He turned on his heel, and as you realized what he was doing, you hurried after him. He closed the door, and as you furiously turned the knob, you realized he’d locked it, “Rafe!” You screamed as you pounded on the door, “Rafe, please don’t do this!”

You felt your tough exterior melt away. This was serious. He was completely serious about keeping you here. 

You rushed over to the windows next, throwing open the curtains, and found that they didn’t budge even as you pushed at them. You kept yourself from another panic attack, knowing that Pope would be looking for you right now. You never told him about Rafe … you were so concerned about him judging you that you next rold him. But if someone found your phone, they would know … but you had no idea what really happened to it.

As you started to pace, you suddenly felt a fluttering sensation. You stopped as you felt a tiny kick inside of you, an unmistakable movement that echoed throughout your whole body. Gently, you caressed your stomach. “I hear you,” you said through heavy breaths as your eyes moved around the room. It’s okay. I’ll figure this out. Don’t worry.”

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[81pastrys]

Hi it's me again (the smut requester 😭 is that my name now? ) anyway I'm so happy u love my requests here's another one bc I'm a whore for dom Lando (guilty af 😔) reader decides she wants a turn to be in control once but Lando refuses to let her bc he's a control freak (that one interview with Tom Daley iykyk 😉) and so she decides to take matters into her own hands where she secretly stashes a pair of handcuffs on the side table and tells him to close his eyes cuz she's got a surprise and he does, thinking it's lingerie or smth, and she quickly handcuffs him to the bed to have her way with him and he's trying to get out of the handcuffs and telling her she's gonna get absolutely fucked over when she releases him and she's just having sm fun finally being able to tease him but then once she does take off the handcuffs he decides to prove his point that he's always in control (in the bedroom ofc) love ur work and ur one of my fav authors honestly 🫶🫶

Domineer

Summary— She sneaks handcuffs on Lando and he reminds her he’s in charge and not the other way around

Warnings— SMUT ; handcuffs ; handjob ; blowjob ; rough sex ; overstimulation ; dom!Lando ; sub!Lando ish ; sub!reader ; dom!reader ish

A/N— YES. sorry intrusive thought. Add an emoji so I know it’s you on your requests!!

Lando One Shots

Lando always took control in the bedroom, he made sure she knew that. He didn’t like to even think of doing what he does to her being done to him. He knew he was a menace in bed, edging or overstimulating her until she tapped out.

She mentioned taking control once, not even tying him up and he disagreed so quickly. She pouted the rest of the day and week for that matter, even if he tried to make it up to her.

So, she took matters into her own hands, ordering a pair of sturdy bedroom handcuffs accented with fluffy covers that were bubblegum pink and hiding them on the bed poles. She made sure that they stayed in place and when he returned from work she was excited to test them out on him.

“Baby I have a surprise!” She said to him after their normal greetings when he got home. He smiled cheekily, thinking she had gotten lingerie or a new toy he could torture her with here and there. She had done that before and he knew how excited she would get to show him.

The plan went perfectly, he undressed himself and laid on the bed right where she wanted him. She went off to the bathroom and shut the door, she did buy new lingerie just because, telling him to close his eyes before she walked out. “Whatever you want babe.” He laughed.

She peeked and saw his eyes shut, tip toeing her way over to him and quickly catching his wrist to cuff it. His eyes shot open and he huffed an angry breath at her. She giggled and got on the bed straddling him, forgetting one hand was still free of a handcuff.

He immediately reached down and played with her wet cunt making her moan. “Undo the cuff babe.” He said, knowing she was easily influenced while being pleasured. She was grinding on his hand while moaning out a no. “You’re going to hate me once you let me go.” He grumbled. She took his hand away and cuffed it to the opposite side.

“Hmm we’ll see.” She said, gaining her composure back. She got to work on teasing him and he pulled roughly at the handcuffs, hoping they’d break. She went slow, making the pleasure last longer than he wanted.

“Babe, take the handcuffs off.” He said, his voice wavering from how she was grabbing him. “Fuck- babe, I swear.” He groaned. She ignored him and pumped her hand up and down innocently. She looked to him with the innocent eyes and he gave her an angry stare back.

She smiled and then took it a step further by taking him in her mouth, his hips bucking to resemble some sort of upper hand. Her throat tightening and causing him to moan out. She always gave him good head, but this was different. He couldn’t just stop her whenever, his hands were cuffed.

“I’m close, babe, do you want me to cum in that pretty mouth?” He teased. He never finished in her mouth, it was a gentleman thing. He never wanted her to swallow it, he always wanted it inside her otherwise. When she didn’t stop her movements of licking and sucking, he groaned that he was kidding.

“No, cum in my mouth.” She protested. She worked him more to the brink and he couldn’t hold back, his hips twitching for a release and he gave them one. His load spurting into her warm mouth. She moaned and choked on the heavy amount of cum he produced. She pulled back, a hand firmly squeezing him still and looking him in the eyes while swallowing.

“Fuck that was hot.” He panted, wincing at the overstimulation of his cock still being held firmly. He could feel his heartbeat through it and so could she. “Alright now take the handcuffs off.” He said. She pouted and shook her head.

“But I’m having fun.” She said. She kissed him and his face contorted into disgust at the taste of himself. “You taste amazing baby.” She teased. “You should cum in my mouth more often no?” He bucked his hips, her hand no longer squeezing him. She lined him up with her and he gave her an angry look again.

“Babe, I’m warning you.” He said. She giggled at his words and slowly sank down onto his length. She felt the stretch, no foreplay meant more of a stretch when he thrusted his hips. She sat on him for a minute before deciding what she was going to do. “I’ll take care of you if you let me go.” He taunted.

She wasn’t listening, her walls reacting to the intrusion. He rested on her g-spot and he twitched making her moan. “Stop, lan.” She demanded. He knew he was getting to her head. He continued to slowly rock his hips and make her crumble. She knew she lost, she lost when she first handcuffed him.

“Take the handcuffs off now.” He demanded. “I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” He added. She moaned as his hips never stopped moving. She reached to the bedside table and took the key out. “That’s my good girl.” He smiled now. She unlocked one and he grabbed the key to unlock the other. He flipped her with mach speed and she moaned.

“I want to do that again.” She said. He didn’t respond, slowly rocking in and out of her. Her moans spilled freely. He sped up his pace, his hands bruising her hips as he held her down. “Close-“ She choked on her own words. The silence was killing her. She arched her back and clawed at his toned body when she came. Her vision blurring and her ears ringing. Her insides holding him tightly.

“That’s it, all for me babe.” He cooed. He reached to the bedside table and she groaned in protest. “I said you wouldn’t be able to walk.” He laughed, grabbing the vibrator wand to place on her clit. The overstimulation taking over her body. She squirmed around while he didn’t move, she was just filled with him and had her clit stimulated to the max.

She came again and he decided to move again, slowly, but torturously. “Too much.” She whined. They had a safe word if it got far enough, but she refused to use it. He ended up handcuffing her to the bed. Her hands holding the cuff chains for stability as he absolutely wrecked her body.

She came 2 more times on him before he finished inside her, he walls twitching from the feeling and he body arching so much it hurt. Her eyes filled with tears and whines spilling from her. “Never try to handcuff me again.” He whispered. He pulled out slowly with a pop and she shuddered, the emptiness grounding her back to reality.

She repeated pleas and agreed not to do it again. He cleaned her up and took the handcuffs off, the red marks prominent on both of their wrists. Her legs shaking uncontrollably as she rubbed her wrists.

“Maybe we can use these again.” He teased, putting them away along with everything else.

UM HELLO?!

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @kallanfiona @itznotsophia

[piroulinewafers]

hurt/comfort where reader and caleb get into an argument? i love how you write calebs character sm

𝐚/𝐧: waaa you're too kind :( i'm happy that people like the way i write him, i feel like i struggle to capture his character accurately in certain scenarios. but writing caleb for anything hurt/comfort related or fluffy just comes easy to me. he means well, and he loves so much that it hurts. selfishly, i think he would do anything for the reader, even if it hurts her in some way or another, so long as it keeps them safe.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! reader 𝐜𝐰: none. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the key turned in the lock with a quiet click, the sound almost swallowed by the hum of the city outside and the quiet buzzing of the old lightbulbs in her apartment.

caleb paused in the doorway, the apartment as familiar as the ache in his chest. he hadn’t been there in weeks— not since before the mission, not since the fight— and yet, nothing had changed.

her coat still hung by the door. a pair of shoes she’s haphazardly kicked off near the mat like she’d barely made it inside after a long day. her scent hit him like a gut punch: something soft and clean and unmistakably her.

god, he’d missed her.

but she hadn’t messaged. not once. not even when his mission had ended, despite knowing well that she had that date marked on her kitchen calendar with a little scribbled drawing of an apple. he’d, of course, had his ways to keep tabs on her, caught glimpses of her routine and her whereabouts. she was alive. that should’ve been enough.

but it wasn’t. it always wasn’t enough.

he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, trying not to think about how wrong it felt— using a key she gave him back when things were simpler. back when she still smiled at him with her whole heart and curled up against him like the world wasn’t heavy. 

every since he’d entered her life again, when he had found her sneaking onto the farspace fleet ship, things had been different. of course, he knew they’d be different, but it was worse than he’d thought. she was the same, in all the ways that mattered at least, but he… he had changed too much, even if his love and care for her and only grown tenfold and remained the only thing anchoring him to reality.

she turned the corner from the kitchen, her eyes wide and startled. her fingers were clenched around a mug she clearly hadn’t touched and he caught the way her shoulders tensed when she saw him, and he hated himself for putting that distance with her.

“you still have the key,” she said quietly.

he dropped it onto the counter with a soft clatter. “didn’t think you’d open the door.” and admittedly, he wouldn’t have thrown the key away even if she asked. it was a promise he’d have to break.

“i might’ve,” she replied, voice tight. ‘you didn’t even try.”

it was true, of course. caleb looked at her. tired eyes, slumped shoulders, like she hadn’t been sleeping well. like she’d been… waiting. and still, she didn’t come to him. not this time.

because she’s hurt and its all his fault.

“you were angry,” she said, and god, her voice cracked. “you left angry.”

“i had to,” he muttered, stepping closer, trying to bridge the miles between them. “i couldn’t say more than i did. i—“

“you never say anything! you just shut me out and act like it’s for my own good!” her eyes were glossy, voice rising now and her brows furrowed in frustration and confusion. 

caleb’s eye twitched. “because it is!”  he snapped, harsher than he meant to. “because you don’t to know everythin’. you don’t need that weight and you sure as hell can’t bare it.”

her lips trembled, and it nearly broke him. “and who are you to decide what i can and can't 'carry'? i hate that you go out of your way to make decisions for me without even consulting me like i'm still a little kid! i can take it!” 

that hurt more than anything. because part of him wanted to, wanted her beside him, in every way. wanted to share every single little secret with her just like they did when they were little kids. but she wasn’t build for war in the same ways he was. she was soft, and warm, and still saw the good in people. in him.

“i don’t care if you hate me for,” he said, voice rough. “i’d rather you hate me than have to put something onto you that’ll hurt you in the long run. i’m trying to protect you, damn it.”

she stared at him like she didn’t understand, doe eyes looking up at him like he was all she could think about.

“i lie to you,” he said, softer not, but still strained. “because i don’t want you to get hurt because of me. you think i don’t want to tell you? that it doesn’t eat at me not to?”

she looked down, her voice barely a whisper. she was wearing that cute pajama set he’d bought her, years back when things were… good. better. ���you think i can’t handle it?”

“no,” he said instantly, taking a step closer. “i know you could. that’s what scares me. you’d carry it. you’d carry all of it just to keep me from hurtin’. and you shouldn’t have to. i don’t want you to.”

her hands shook and he wanted so badly to reach out to her, to touch her.

“i’d rather be the one you lean on than the one you lie to,” she said, voice cracking.

caleb finally stepped forward, standing right in front of her, close enough to feel her breath hitch. 

“if this is what it takes to keep you safe,” he said, voice raw. “then i’ll shoulder it. even if it means you hate me for it. even if if you never look at me the same again. just let me stay in your life, i don’t care what role you give me.”

her eyes met his— shining, angry, aching. “you think i want a life where i don’t know if you’ll come home? where i don’t know if i’ll get to say goodbye next time you leave with a million words going unspoken between us?”

his heart ached.

“i’m not asking you to give me every part of the storm,” she whispered. “i’m just asking you to let me stand in the rain with you a little while longer.”

caleb exhaled sharply, the fight in him finally breaking. all the silence, the guilt, the sleepless nights crashing over him as he reached out, cradling her face in trembling hands.

“i missed you so much,” he said, voice shaking, eyes intense. “i couldn’t even sleep out there. i kept hearin’ your voice every time i closed my eyes.”

she leaned into his touch slowly, like she didn’t trust him quite yet.

“i’m still mad at you,” she murmured.

“you should be,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “your gege is an idiot.”

“yeah,” she breathed, tilting her head abit to press a kiss to the palm of his hand. “but you’re my idiot.”

and then her arms were around him, and he was holding her so tight it hurt and everything else easily melted in the warmth of her forgiveness, her touch.

her breath was warm against his chest, slow and steady as she clung to him, fingers fisting the front of his shirt like she was scared he might disappear again.

caleb didn’t speak. he just held her there, one hand curling around the back of her head, fingers carding through her soft hair. he let his chin rest against her temple, eyes staring blankly at her shoulder. 

she forgave him. she had every right not to, but she did. just like that. just like she always would. 

and that was the part that killed him the most.

because even now, stating there in the warmth of her arms and the sweetness of her forgiveness, caleb knew he’d do it again. he’d lie again. hide the reports. lock away the worst parts and tell her what she needed to hear. refuse to even consider bringing up what ever was doing to him. not because she wasn’t strong enough— but because she was. too strong, too willing to carry it if he let her. and stubborn enough to try and act on it too.

he couldn’t allow that.

 so he pet her head gently, soothing her, like that touch could somehow make up for the silence he’d keep burying under the surface. she’d never understand and that was completely okay.

he held her tighter, burying the ache in his chest beneath the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his ribs. even if it meant being the villain in her eyes sometimes. even if it meant she’d never fully trust him again. if it meant she was safe, it it kept her happy— he’d take that price every single time. 

she was still his and forever would be his.

[holylulusworld]

Bad Hugs

Summary: You didn‘t want a gender reveal party.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, awful mother-in-law, remorse, fluff

A/N: This is a scene I wanted to use in Monster-in-law, but it didn’t match the story. It’s a standalone drabble with no connection to the original series. Inspired by a SM post.

A gender reveal party. You never wanted to do one of these. Getting to know the gender of your baby should’ve been between you and your husband.

Winnifred Barnes, your mother-in-law, had a different opinion. And, as always, at one point Bucky gave in. He organized the party and invited your family and friends.

At first, you hated it, but the closer you got to the revelation, the more you got excited to share the best-kept secret with your family and close friends.

People chatted and ate cake, you got lots of gifts, and it was an overly nice and happy day.

“Alright,” Bucky cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. He took your hand in his to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “It’s time to reveal the gender!”

Everyone clapped their hands as you expectantly looked at Bucky. He held a gender-reveal confetti powder cannon in his hands, looking at you.

“Just tell us,” Steve called from among the guests. “Do not kill us with anticipation, Buck. We all want to know.”

“Okay, okay!” Bucky huffed. He aimed the cannon upwards, twisting the bottom of the rod. Blue. It’s blue, and you could cry because you’re so happy.

You jumped up and down and squealed. Bucky wanted to hug you, but right when you wanted to hug him too, Winnifred shoved you aside to hug him first.

You stood there, frozen to the spot, gasping audibly. It took you a moment to realize that Bucky called your name. He wanted to hug you, and you let him. “Oh, so you do remember me, your pregnant wife.”

Bucky nodded against you, still overly excited after getting to know he was going to have a baby boy.

The room was silent after what Winnifred did, and even more when you turned toward her. For years, you shut your mouth and let her walk all over you, not today.

“Why do you always have to be like this?” You snapped at her, making Steve chuckle. “Why couldn’t you let Bucky and me have this moment?”

“He’s my son, Y/N,” she bit back and dared to look hurt at your question. “I wanted to share his happiness.”

“Oh, are you the one carrying his child?” You put your hands on your swollen belly, stepping toward Winnifred. “Fine, you can celebrate together. I’m out of this.”

Everyone gasped when you grabbed one of the cakes to throw it in Winnifred’s face. “Have the cake and eat it too,” you snarled before storming out of the room.

“Doll, please open the door,” Bucky sighed outside the master bedroom.

You went straight to bed and locked the door. It didn’t matter to you that your family and friends were still at the party. They’d understand you had to leave after the stunt Winnifred pulled.

“Baby doll, please let me in.” He tried again. “I know you are mad at me.”

“You can bet your ass I’m mad,” you growled from inside the room. “You let her steal the show! A show I didn’t want in the first place. You begged me to do this shit only for her to ruin the moment.”

“I know,” Bucky murmured your name and pressed his forehead against the door. “Everyone told me so tonight. I was just stunned when she hugged me.”

“She ruined the moment for us, Buck. It has always been like that,” you sniffled and turned around in your bed. “Since the moment you introduced me to your family, your mother has tried to get all the attention. Even when I broke my arm on Christmas, she faked a terrible migraine, so everyone would care for her.”

“Mom always needed a lot of assurance and attention. I’m sorry she did this today. This was our moment, and she shouldn’t have come in between us. I told her so. Dad told her so. Hell, all of our guests told her so. Sam even threw a second cake at her.”

“I love Sammy,” you sniffled.

“He’s a punk, but yes.” You giggled because Bucky only calls the people he likes punk. “Baby doll, I swear this will never happen again.”

“Yeah, because this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, Bucky,” you snapped at him. “We can’t redo the gender reveal. She ruined everything once again.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He whispered your name and scratched at the door. “Please let me in.”

“No. You can sleep on the couch tonight. Alpine and I will sleep here alone. This time, you should’ve stepped in, but you didn’t…”

“Baby doll, how are you feeling? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?” For days, Bucky followed you like a kicked puppy. He tried to make things up to you, but you were still hurt.

It was Winnifred’s fault, but you wished, Bucky stepped in this time.

“Do you want me to throw a cake at my mom again?” He asked, watching you pat Alpine, the stray he found before he found you. “I’ll do it.”

“What?” You blinked a few times. “I thought Sam threw a cake at her.”

“Uh—it was teamwork,” he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to set her straight, and Sam looked at the cake. It was a silent agreement that he hands me the cake, and I throw it in her face.”

You snickered. “This doesn’t mean you are forgiven.”

“It was a blueberry cake,” he sneaked closer to whisper in your ear, “her dress was ruined, and she hates blueberries.”

“I consider forgiving you,” you said and patted Alpine’s head. “But I do not want to be near your mother…like ever. She just proved that there’s no way she’ll respect boundaries. I won’t have it. You can choose. Her or me and your baby.”

“You,” he immediately answered. “And the baby…and Alpine,” Bucky added. “I don’t know if she’ll ever change. If you do not want her around you or our baby, I’ll make sure she stays away…”

[luvingjeanie]

streamerboyfriend yuji x fem!reader PART TWO!

non-sorcerer!au, yuji is not a vessel, he’s just a goofy guy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

streamerboyfriend!yuji who beefs with his chat over you. seeing as his audience is mainly girls, the moment they’re introduced to you, and the more you become a regular ‘guest’ on your boyfriend’s streams the ‘can yuji fight?’ comments start rolling in.

‘YES i can fight’

starts talking about fights he was in during highschool and pointing to his muscles (not flexing for the chat, simply holding his arm out) and says LOOK to prove he can hold his own😭🙏

streamerboyfriend!yuji who starts whining like a petulant child when you start playing along with the chat </3

streamerboyfriend!yuji who lowkey actually really loves that everyone thinks his girlfriend is so pretty, because you are!!!

OOOOO when his fans start editing you too??? he’s reposting sm😭

not ALL of them, but the good ones with songs he KNOWSS you like? yeah

sending all the ones he doesn’t repost to you

‘baby!!! look, ur so prettyyyy everyone thinks so!’

streamerboyfriend!yuji who UNFORTUNATELY is an attractive, charming, silly, kind guy with a majority female audience. now don’t get it twisted, he loves the support, he loves connecting with fans through chats, and he LOVES the kind, genuine ones. however, like with all attractive guys like yuji, there are some fan girls who may hate you because they have the most intense crush on him, and some even, with how much easier it is to connect and be personable through streaming, have a parasocial relationship with him.

any hate you get in chat? he already instructed the mods to get ON it so he doesn’t even have to say anything

any hate for you that comes up on his fyp or timeline (which is rare, due to his algorithm anything he sees in relation to his pretty girl is usually overwhelmingly positive) he has that person BLOCKED and sometimes goes to your phone to block them for you too😭

any hate messages you get? also blocked!

he doesn’t want to openly fight back, because of his following it would be too public and all around just not a good look, although you had to convince him of this

but over time people noticed the blocking and the few people (and i mean few, most of his fans love you) who were hating and being mean got the hint (most of them anyway, there’s still some crazy ones)

streamerboyfriend!yuji who helps you out with your socials when you inevitably get a larger following through his fans flocking to your socials🫶

that is if you were okay with yuji tagging you in posts! if you wanted to keep your socials private he’d obviously be all for that! he’s so supportive!

but!!! if you were okay and comfortable with getting a bigger following, he’d help you manage stuff!!! (would even try to convince you to stream yourself!)

‘c’mon cutie! you’d be so good!!’

‘they love you on my streams, i already know they’d watch yours too!’

‘more content of the pretty girllll’

streamerboyfriend!yuji who eats it up when you start getting sponsors and shit if you gradually start gaining your own fan base from whatever it is you do with your following😭

beauty content??? girl what is all this makeup in your shared apartment, but he listens to you talk anyway (a photo of him posing like a fucking idiot with some expensive product you got sent is uploaded on your ig story)

food/cooking/baking content??? PLEASE let him be in your videos to try the food😭 if you get invited to some nice ass restaurant and it’s a day he can’t go??? he WILL be pouting like a scolded child when you get home

cosplay content? your couples halloween costume goes CRAZY

your own gaming content?? if you play scary games he’ll sit beside you while you stream for funsies and fans love watching you two shit yourselves together over jumpscares😭 (i’m thinking the re8 baby has you both jumping out of your chairs)

whatever it is, he’s there for it, our supportive boy!

streamerboyfriend!yuji who is not nonchalant at all, he doesn’t care that he’s technically an internet celebrity (he hates that term, do NOT say it to his face, it makes him feel so weird), you’re still HIS girl

he WILL be reposting your tik toks of just you looking pretty, he WILL be reposting your ig posts and stories onto his, he’s GOTTA hype you up

will reply to a comment or two from his fans who are still at it with the ‘can yuji fight????’ shit just to be funny because he silly like that

streamerboyfriend!yuji is also, not only your boyfriend, but your bestfriend and you playfully bicker on stream ALL the time. when you first started appearing on his streams he was so sweet and nice and calm in contrast to how loud and stupid he usually acts

but when you become a regular guest he’s throwing quips right back, and any little remark you make??? jaw to the floor like its the most offensive thing any one has ever uttered

‘BABE i’m gonna get u cancelled’

‘go say that on twitter’

(you didn’t even say anything bad, he’s just a goofy goober like that🫶)

streamerboyfriend!yuji who doesn’t let anything get to his head, who is genuine, who is humble, who doesn’t change who he is because people like him (and crush on him), he’s still your same old, sweet and kind boy who just now has girls making thirst edits of him accidentally flexing his biceps on tik tok <3

[cheezb6llz]

if you can yandere werehog sonic x reader headcanons also i love your writing sm!!

YANDERE WEREHOG SONIC HEADCANONS!!

In his normal form, it’s playful jealousy. like, “who’s that guy you’re talking to?” or “Ha! Didn’t know you liked hangin’ out with losers so much!” He plays it off as banter, nothing too serious.

Until night falls.

His werehog forms makes it UNBEARABLE.. when he transforms, it’s like every thought he’s ever had about you is magnified, like his possessiveness is instinctual. Every scent on you.. every word you have ever said to anyone else.. He’s thinking about it, fuming over it even.

Your scent drives him INSANE!! he knows your scent by heart, recognizes it anywhere. He can smell when someone touched you, stood too close, or when you went somewhere without telling him.

If someone brings you up in a conversation he’ll stiffen, his eyes narrowing. They smile when they say your name? “What’s so funny, huh? Got somethin’ to say about them?”

He keeps things that smell like you. A glove you dropped, a piece of cloth.. Once you let him borrow a scarf in his normal form cause it was cold, he never lets that thing go. At night, he curls himself around it, sleeping with it. Growls if someone else even sees it. It’s his now! And if you ever ask for it back? trust you’ll be receiving it covered in werehog fur lol.

this guy is SO TERRITORIAL. He leaves claw marks in places you frequent, trees, walls, benches.. The marks aren’t to warn you, they’re to warn everyone ELSE. just his way of saying “Mine, back off.”

At first he only slightly thinks about kidnapping you. Only in his darkest most unhinged moments that creep in only on full moons when his instincts are the STRONGEST. he hates himself for it, but he cant help but wonder.. What if he takes you somewhere safe? Just for a little while? Just until you understand.

He gets kinda mad when you don’t notice him.. like, not just annoyed. Mad. “What, I’m not good enough to get a second glance outta ya? Fine, ignore me. See what happens.”

He doesn’t mean to scare you.. Well- sometimes he wants to, just to get your attention.

You make him violent, just not towards you. NEVER towards you, but to anybody who gives off the slightest HINT that they’re flirting with you. They’d probably end up with a broken arm or somewhere near a cracked wall. Sonic will just say something like “Oops. Slipped.”

In his normal form, he’ll pretend everything’s fine. Like, who, me? Jealous? Never! But in his werehog form he is just BURNING with need and curling his claws into his palms trying to keep himself from dragging you into his arms.

He paces in the woods and talks to himself about you. “They’d like me if they just gave me a chance.. I could treat them good. Nobody would ever hurt them again.”

He hardly realizes he’s saying it out loud, the moon just makes him honest.

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WOO okay so i feel like werehog sonic wouldnt immediately kidnap reader, maybe like goes absolutely crazy trying to come up with a confession like. im gonna tell them. Gotta tell them before someone else does. and then when he does confess it just sounds more like pleading and desperation lololol, but when you say no he SNAPS and takes you.. just a thought!

[viviwah]

THANOS TEAM X INSTAGRAM!SMAU

(what they’d post on instagram as your partner)

THANOS

tlthanos the prettiest view 😍

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gyeong_suu we get it bro 😭 stop bragging

yourrname @gyeong_suu stop hating 😒😒

tlthanos @yourrnaame tell him babe

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NAMGYU

gyunotsu pro gamer or nah?

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tlthanos for sure 🙌🏻 🎮

yourrnaame delete this..

gyunotsu @yourrnaame no..

yourename @gyunotsu 🤬🤬🤬

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SEMI

scissorsemi happy as long as you’re mine <3

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yourrname i love you sm 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

scissorsemi @yourrnaame i love you more 😋💗

gyunotsu @scissorsemi lesbians..

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MINSU

minsu.park aquarium with my favorite girl @yourrnaame

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scissorsemi my favorite couple 🥹🥹

minsu.park @scissorsemi 🫰🏻

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GYEONGSU

gyeong_suu #MyGfIsBetterThanYours ❀

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gyunotsu the hashtag 😭😭

yourrnaame omg babe when did u make ur ig so aesthetically pleasing?

tlthanos @yourrnaame i said the same thing LMAO 🤣 what happened to all the shit posting?

gyeong_suu @tlthanos stfu 😒

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a/n: i hope you all enjoyed this >_< if you’d like more, feel free to send a request!

[bunnies-and-blues]

Hi~ your post on study session headcanons was so relatable for me, because I’m preparing for exams right now! Wish Kogure-sempai could keep me company while I revise… Sigh

Would you do headcanons for Mitsui, Rukawa, Kogure, and how they’d make up with their s/o after an fight?

Thank you so much! Keep up the good work!

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : kiss & make up ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : fights are always the worst thing to have with your partner. work features mitsui, rukawa, kogure, and you !

⸝⸝ note : not really hurt/comfort, but more so just the comfort after talking it out with the sd boys ! and thank u sm, peach, wishing you the best on exams ! (even though its vv late) =DD

you don't even remember what you fought about . was it a conflict on schedules ? were you being too clingy ? or lack thereof ? whatever it was, it felt awful .

mitsui hisashi . . .

look, i love the guy, but he's not the best at communication

chances are, he'll be giving you the cold shoulder for a couple of days, even though his heart yearns for your presence and his eyes automatically search for your name whenever his phone lights up with a notification

i feel like he'd be a bit prideful, not replying for hours on end and giving you terse replies whenever you speak — like i said, awful communication skills !!

secretly though, he'd be asking his friends for advice — kogure, specifically. and to some extent akagi as well; he knows that both of them are level-headed enough to hear both yours and his side of the story.

eventually, he breaks ; he misses being around you : (

mitsui stops you just as you were about to leave the room. it was late afternoon, the sun's rays slanting through the classroom windows. dust motes swirl lazily in the light as mitsui steps towards you once, twice, three times, until eventually you two are facing each other. his eyes are downcast, his feet shuffling on the worn wooden floors. "look, i - uh -" he starts, and he curses. why the hell can't he talk ? even when you're not doing anything, you can still render him speechless. he stops, takes a deep breath, starts again. "i just wanted to say that i'm sorry, for you know, not answering your messages and not calling you back. ignoring you. i - i have no excuse for that; and i'm not proud of it, either. but i just wanna say that, whatever we fought about, we- we can talk it out, if you're okay with that. i wanna make this right. i don't like being in fights with you, and it feels weird, not talking to you. and the thing is, i-" he sighs again, his gaze finally coming up to meet yours. his words come out in a whisper, his statement meant for you and you only. "- i missed you."

kogure kiminobu . . .

easily the best communicator out of the three !!

he's the type of person that strives to end any miscommunication before it could even begin, so fights and arguments with him are infrequent, if not completely rare

the only scenario i can see wherein you'd get in a fight with him is about how maybe you're working too hard -- studying from the time you get home to the early hours of morning with no breaks in-between

kogure hates seeing you suffer, so often times he tries to offer advice, even if you don't want or need it

eitherway, an argument would happen ; maybe some hurtful words were thrown around, words that neither of you meant

regardless of who instigated, kogure would always be the one to first make amends

all around you, the world goes on -- students chatting excitedly over lunch, footsteps echoing all across the campus, birds and cars and people all just trying to move forward. but in this corner of the school, the one with the flowering cherry tree behind the cafeteria, the world only consisted of you and him. you fidget with the water bottle in your hands, the condensation making your palms wet. the sweltering noontime heat makes you dizzy. (or was it from your lack of sleep?) you raise your handkerchief to swipe at your sweat, but kogure beats you to it -- gently, he dabs his at your forehead, then your cheeks, then your neck. his hands are cool despite the heat. "i'm sorry for what i said the other day," he says as he cools you down. "i ... i just don't want to see you having a hard time. i know that your deadlines were near and you have so much to do but i just really don't like seeing you so ... tired. you haven't been talking much lately and i haven't seen you smile all week so i - i just --" "kiminobu." you cut him off, leaning your cheek into his palm. kogure's heart pounds in his chest ; you say his name so sweetly, so softly. "it's okay." "are you sure?" he stammers, leaning forward to caress your face better. "it's just that i know i said some things that i shouldn't have said and it's --" "kiminobu," you repeat again, your tone firm but gentle at the same time. you rest the weight of your head on his palms (along with the weight you've been feeling all week) and you smile at him. "it's okay." kogure stares at you for a moment, then he smiles back, his eyes crinkling and a laugh spilling from his lips. "okay," he repeats, nodding his head. "okay." he laughs, and it feels like he's weightless, floating on cloud nine.

rukawa kaede . . .

not much to say for rukawa tbh

but in all seriousness, the aftermath of your fights with rukawa would be silent and cold. much like mitsui, he tends to prioritize his pride and sore heart over actually making amends with you.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't care !

more often than not, he ends up with his fingers hovering over his phone's keyboard, trying desperately to think of a way to apologize to you, before sighing and just turning his phone off

he plays basketball to let off the steam, and also to occupy his mind from the lack of your presence : (

the sounds of rukawa's basketball hitting the floor echoes throughout the empty gym, mixing in with the sounds of cicadas chirping in the trees. moths gather under lamplights, their wings silvery in the night. bam-bam-bam goes the ball, before his pace stuttersto a halt. he wipes the sweat off his forehead and checks the time -- 7 pm. that's enough practice for one day. the cold night air greets him as he walks out the gym. as he swings his leg over his bike, he sees a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. "you're still here," he states, deadpan. he still hasn't figured out how to apologize to you, and his stiffness shows in his voice. "yeah," you reply, clutching your bag tighter. you had been in the library with your classmates up until that point, working hard to finish a group project before tomorrow's deadline. silence between the two of you. you walk on, and so does he, the click-click-click of his bike wheels the only sound disrupting the quiet turmoil of each other's thoughts. the two of you exit the school campus, and for a moment you both falter on the concrete sidewalk, shoes scuffling the grit underfoot. "i'll- i'll go this way, then," you mutter. what the hell, he hates this! everything feels so ... stilted. before rukawa could reply, you turn on your heel and start walking in the direction of the train station. you barely manage three steps before rukawa cycles by, blocking you with his bike. he takes your bag and puts it in the front basket. pats the passenger seat of his bike with a determined gaze. "i'll take you home," he says. his voice is softer now. there wasn't much else to do except to sit on the backseat of his bike and let him pedal you home, the night air causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. "wrap your arms around me," rukawa instructs. the wind carries his words, lifts it to your ear. you swear his breath hitches just the tinest bit when you do what he says, adding in a small nuzzle to his side for good measure. "i'm sorry," you whisper after a while, voice half-muffled by the fabric of his coat. your fingers toy with the zipper of his jacket. rukawa is silent for a bit, then he takes one hand off the handlebar and puts it atop yours. he intertwines your fingers with his, squeezing. his pulse vaguely thumps through his skin, sending beats vibrating through your palm. "i'm sorry, too."

[jjmaybankshousekeeping]

long time no sex - jj maybank

summary - yn goes on vacation for two weeks, leaving jj horny as ever. when she gets back, she makes a decision with john b to try to go as long as possible without doing anything with jj, which she quickly fails.

warnings - full on smut, pet names (baby, babe, darlin’, sweetheart), words such as cock, pussy, shaft and hole are used, jj with a breeding kink?, oral (f given), hand jobs (m given), unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), lil bit of fluff.

a/n - this took me like two days cause i’ve never written full on smut before and i was struggling sm, please lmk what y’all think 🙏

word count - 2,198

post number - 8

reader - she/her, fem.

after a long vacation, yn couldn’t wait to see her boyfriend. the closer john b drove her to the chateau, the more excited she got to see jj.

she’d been gone for two weeks and now she got to see him again.

“yn?” john b broke the silence.

she looked at him, “yeah?”

“please don’t fuck in my house.”

yn made the most shocked face she possibly could, “what- why would we hav- what?!”

“i know you two; you can’t keep your hands off each other for two seconds, and jj has been dying without you here.”

“in what means?”

“he got a hard on from an eighty year old woman picking up her bag that she dropped.” he beat around the bush.

yn snickered, “oh my god! should i make him wait as long as possible just to tease him?”

“yes, definitely. i’ve been meaning to get him back for his pranks recently.”

“you? you’re gonna do the prank?”

john b chuckled, “no but if i agree to it then technically i’m in on it. right?”

“suppose so.”

“i don’t think you’ll be able to go five minutes - either one of you.”

“shut up, jb.”

after another few minutes, they’d finally arrived at the small home, where jj was already waiting on the porch steps. when he saw the van pull up, he immediately jogged over to the passengers side of the van, opening the door to pull his girlfriend out.

he pulled yn towards him as soon as her seatbelt was removed. he pulled her into a hug, as she wrapped her legs around his body.

“hi, baby.” she mumbled into his neck.

jj inhaled yn’s scent, “oh, i’ve missed you so much.”

“i’ve heard.” she looked at him, smirking.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what?”

“oh, nothing, jb just told me a little something on the ride over.”

he thought for a second, then immediately knew what she meant. he dropped his girlfriend to the floor, only after making sure her feet were on the ground, before turning to john b.

“bro. seriously?”

“it was funny.”

“no, it wasn’t.” jj defended.

“it really was.”

jj turned away, “fuck you, then.”

“aw, poor little baby, jj.” yn teased, “did you get a hard on from someone’s grandma? poor you.”

“i hate you.”

“can we go in now?” john b whined.

and so, the three of them went inside.

for a few hours, yn and jj laid in bed, relaxing, with netflix playing in the background while they conversed. everything was going smoothly until yn made another joke about grandmas.

“fuck you!” jj shouted, pinning his girlfriend down to the bed. yn squealed, trying to wiggle free as the blonde boy held her down by the wrists.

“you wanna carry on?” jj raised his eyebrows.

yn held back her laughter, “no.”

“are you gonna stop now?”

the girl thought for a moment, “no.”

jj got up in yn’s face, “what’s that darling?”

“no.” she got shy, lowering her voice.

“gonna have to do something about that.” their faces were practically touching at this point; they could feel each other’s breath against their skin.

before yn could even reply, jj pressed his lips against his girlfriends, their lips melted together as if it were in their body’s nature to do so.

their lips moved together quickly, but not too quickly. jj’s left hand crept from around yn’s wrist to around her neck, while his other hand slipped down to her thigh.

he gently pressed his hand against her neck - in response, her mouth slightly opened, and a soft whimper came out.

“do that again.” jj whispered into her ear.

“i can’t just make it happen, jj.”

jj moved his lips down from her lips to her neck, nipping at her skin, softly. he knew the response he would get this time - soft, quiet little moans fell from his girlfriends mouth.

his smirk pressed against her collarbone as he left small red marks on her skin. his hands moved to the hem of yn’s shirt.

“can i take this off?” he asked.

“yeah.” she whispered.

without wasting a moment, jj had already taken the girls shirt off and it was now laying on his bedroom floor.

yn’s hand quickly got tangled in jj’s locks as his lips pressed against her breasts.

“jj” she softly bit her lip, holding back a moan.

“good girl.” he praised, “i love your little moans, darlin’, but jb probably wants you to keep quiet. can you do that for me?”

she nodded, getting a soft peck on the lips in return.

jj took his own shirt off, then his shorts, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. by now, jj’s cock pressed against yn’s core, causing a lot of friction. jj removed his lips from around yn’s nipples, going up to her ear.

he nibbled her ear gently, “fuck, you feel what you’re doing to me, sweetheart?”

“fuck me, jj. i can’t wait any longer. it’s been two weeks.”

“tell me about it.” he responded, pulling down his girlfriends jeans, before going to pull off her panties, “this okay?”

“yeah.”

jj quickly discarded of his girlfriends final item of clothing, throwing it onto the floor.

his fingers made their way into his girlfriends pussy, not moving until after he’d spit to make sure it wasn’t going to be uncomfortable, even though she was already wet.

he started with two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out, getting yn’s pussy used to the feeling again. the moans that were now falling from yn’s ears sounded like music to jj’s ears.

jj nipped at yn’s thigh for a moment, leaving another mark, before his tongue made its way to her clit. as his fingers sped up, his tongue was soft, moving up her clit, qs if he was stroking it. as her breathing got heavier, jj sped up his fingers and tensed his tongue slightly, earning godly praise falling from yn’s lips.

“fuck- jj! that feels so good!” one of her hands was tangled in jj’s hair still, while the other was gripping on the bedsheets for dear life.

jj felt yn’s body start to twitch and shake beneath him, hinting that she was close.

waiting for a whimper, which usually let him know she was going to reach her high, he asked, “you close, baby?”

“mhm-“ she whimpered, biting her lip, begging her mouth to stay quiet.

gripping the bedsheets were no longer enough, and yn gripped jj’s hair with her other hand, basically yanking at it now.

jj slipped another finger into his girlfriend’s hole, and his tongue became more passionate as he licked her clit.

“jj! fuck, i’m gonna cum.” she moaned.

“cum for me, darlin’.”

jj’s fingers sped up, going as deep as he could get them, curling them slightly, in order to hit that spot that got yn to climax.

his fingers were now covered in a sticky, cloudy substance, “fuck, baby. you okay?”

“yeah.” she breathed, “that was so good.”

jj reached for a wipe, as he wasn’t one that was much for licking his fingers clean, wiping the cum from his fingers.

“you ready for my cock now, darl?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

she nodded, not giving him the consent he was after.

“verbal.” he spoke, in a low tone.

“yes. please, jj.” yn was practically begging.

finally getting the consent he needed, he discarded of his boxers, also tossing them to the ground.

yn got up to kneel, and wrapped her hand around jj’s shaft. she leant over to spit, making her movements smoother and less uncomfortable for jj.

they were both aware that she wasn’t giving him a full on handjob, just getting him completely hard, but she wanted to tease him a bit. her spare hand crept underneath to jj’s balls, giving them the slightest squeeze possible; jj’s head fell straight into yn’s neck as she stroked his cock, letting out a groan into her skin.

“fuck, baby.” he groaned, “don’t play with me like this.”

she chuckled, “just getting you warmed up, jay.”

while yn stroked jj’s hard on, he went back to pecking at her neck, occasionally nibbling and sucking at her skin.

“oh my god-“ jj held back laughter.

“what?”

“i just gave you a huge hickey, babe.”

yn’s irises widened, “what?!”

she picked up the closest phone to her, which happened to be jj’s and checked in the camera.

“jj!” she scolded, “my brothers are gonna kill me, you dick!”

“i can make it up to you?”

she smirked, as jj tilted in response, almost as if he were asking an actual question. almost as if they were in sync, jj practically dove at yn as she pressed her lips to jj’s.

jj lifted his girlfriend’s leg up and pulled her closer, pressing his cock against her core.

“you ready?” he asked.

“fuck, yeah.”

jj pulled out a tube of lube from his bedside table before smearing a small amount over his cock, then tossed it onto the pillow next to them.

“condom?” he asked, checking what yn wanted.

“nah. i’ve got plan b in your drawer.”

he nodded, then he rubbed his dick up and down her folds, teasing her by rubbing it occasionally on her clit, causing her lower body to slightly twitch.

when yn gave him the okay, he slowly pressed is dick into yn’s hole, trying not to cause her too much discomfort, as it had been a while.

“you hurtin’?” jj asked, genuinely concerned.

“no, just feels a bit strange.”

“am i okay to move then?”

she nodded, “mhm.” giving him the verbal consent she knew jj was after.

jj slowly moved back and forth, pushing in and out of yn’s pussy. he leant into his girlfriend, placing one hand on her hip, and the other on her jaw, before passionately kissing her.

their lips moved as if they were molded together, when jj knew that yn was okay, from the small moan that fell against his own lips, his pace sped up.

“baby-“ yn grabbed jj’s shoulder, “fuck- go faster, jj.”

jj’s hips thrusted in and out faster than before, hitting yn’s cervix, repeatedly.

yn could no longer kiss jj; her nails were currently digging into his back, as her teeth were softly pressing into jj’s neck, “fuck me, jj.”

“i am, darlin’.” he breathed.

by now they were both a complete mess, hickeys all over the both of them, teeth marks in jj’s neck, nail marks on yn’s hip and scratches across jj’s back.

jj threw his head back, flicking his now sweaty hair out of his face, in order to see his beautiful girlfriend again.

“fuck- you’re so beautiful.” he moaned, admiring yn’s body.

she pulled jj closer to her, as his cock twitched inside her and her vision was partially covered by white spots. she kissed jj, as they both couldn’t hold back anymore - their breaths became one, as they moaned and groaned in between kisses onto each other lips.

“i’m gonna cum, sweetheart.” jj informed yn, pressing his head into the inside of her neck.

“me.. too-“ she struggled to breath out.

as they were getting closer and closer to reaching their highs, jj’s hips slapped against yn’s skin faster and harder than before, he almost couldn’t control it anymore.

“can i cum inside you?” he asked.

“yes, fuck- please cum inside me, jj” she moaned, consenting once again.

with the consent he was given, he thrusted into his girlfriend a few more times, before the both of them had their orgasms.

jj pressed his forehead against yn’s, slowly thrusting, as yn held his head.

“i love you so much.” yn whispered.

“i love you too, baby.” jj responded, pressing a kiss to her lips, before flopping down onto the pillow next to him, “ow, forgot i put that there.”

jj passed the lube to yn, who then placed it into the drawer next to her.

both their chests were quickly moving up and down as they caught their breaths.

“can i clean you up, sweetheart?”

“yeah, jay.”

jj reached to grab a tissue from the bedside table next to him, and gently wiped around yn’s now sensitive areas, wiping the substances off her, then grabbing a wipe to properly clean her. he then threw them both into the bin before laying back down, only for yn to do the same cleaning process to jj.

“i don’t understand why you never clean yourself off after me.”

“guess i just prioritise you.”

“how cute.” yn joked.

jj chuckled, “shut up. wanna stay here for a bit or do you wanna get some food and a drink?”

“i’m kinda hungry.”

“let’s get changed then and we can go grab some food.” jj responded, getting up, before pulling his girlfriend up with him, making sure she stabilised herself before he let go of her.

they both got changed before they left jj’s room and headed into the kitchen area of the chateau.

while jj made food, yn went over to john b, and whispered, “i failed.”

“i know. my poor ears had to hear it all.”

[sillysowa]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM OML 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Would you be comfortable with writing a hobie x femreader where Hobie walks in on reader pleasing herself. The rest is up to you

THANK YOU ANON!🫶 Absolutely! Here you go~

NEED A HAND?

PAIRING: HOBIE BROWN X FEM!READER

GENRE: SMUT, FLUFF, ENEMIES TO LOVERS?

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

WARNINGS: MASTURBATION, VAGINAL FINGERING, CUNNILINGUS, VAGINAL SEX, DEGRADATION + PRAISE, SPITTING, ‘ANGRY SEX,’ FLUFFY AT THE END

AUTHORS NOTE: I DECIDED TO GO WITH A DYNAMIC WHERE HOBIE AND READER HAVE A COMPETITIVE RELATIONSHIP IN HQ, BUT THEY WANT EACHOTHER

SYNOPSIS: HOBIE WALKS IN ON YOU TOUCHING YOURSELF WHILE MOANING HIS NAME—DIDN’T YOU SAY YOU HATED HIM?

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“Hobie fucking Brown with his stupid fucking voice, and his freakishly long fingers! His…his annoying smirk, and his obnoxious fucking style, god!” You groan, stripping out of your clothes furiously and staring down at your underwear—You were wet, actually fucking horny because Hobie decided today was a good day to test your limits. He didn’t do anything necessarily crazy, he just sat right next to you, manspreading with his leg pressed against yours, slinging his arm around your shoulder and placing his hand on your inner thigh when he got up to leave, whispering a deep,

“Y’look absolutely ravishing today.” In your ear like it was no big deal! Who the fuck does that? You’ve both always been sort of competitive with eachother on missions, personalities clashing when you work together. He likes to throw half-mean-half-flirty remarks at you and you like to shut it down. That’s how it goes—but today? Straight up flirting? You couldn’t handle it. You instantly got on your bed and pulled your rose toy out of your night stand, turning it on and spreading your legs.

You felt a little ashamed of yourself, but the moment you felt those sweet vibrations on your clit it all just melted away and thoughts of Hobie between your legs clouded your vision, your heart racing and your skin dampening,

“Fuckkk~” You groan, throwing your head back and panting at the feeling, “Yes, Hobie. Eat my fucking pussy, fuck~” Your moans get louder, the sensations on your most vulnerable spot making you writhe. You can’t stop thinking of Hobie. You think of his face and how good he’d look naked on top you—or his tongue deep inside you after whispering pure filth in your ear, or his piercings and how good they’d feel on your folds—you think of it all, your eyes clamping shut and your free hand hiking your leg up higher by the back of your knee. Your pussy clenched around nothing, your mouth opening as you moan,

“Fuck me, Hobie...”

“Am I interrupting—?”

You cut him off with a gasp, scrambling to clamp your legs shut and cover your breasts. Your mind raced…

What. The. Fuck.

Hobie is standing in a portal in front of your bed, walking through it smugly with his hands in his pockets. He looks shocked, but he’s doing a decent job of remaining calm and collected. You on the other hand…you don’t know how to explain anything, your vibrator still buzzing on your bed and covered in your juices,

“Well isn’t this’a sight f’sore eyes…?” He chuckles, “Here I was thinking you hated my bloody guts but now look at ya…all hot and bothered. Did my teasin’ earlier make your pretty pussy wet? Y’look pretty frustrated y’know, need a hand?” He smirks, slowly removing his guitar and vest. He looks incredibly tall in your room, towering over you on your bed and as he slowly removes his clothes. You finally muster up to the courage to speak,

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” You ask, your pussy throbbing at the sight of his toned and smooth skin, his abs and v-line exposed for your hungry eyes to swallow like prey. You genuinely can’t believe what’s happening right now but even worse you can’t believe how much you’re liking it! You literally can’t tear your gaze off of him as he strip-teases for you. You knew you couldn’t fuck him…you work with him! You’re one of Headquarters best and here you were, horny and desperate for a delinquent anarchist…but good god his dick was massive!

He pulled his boxers down and what had to be just shy of ten inches of rock hard dick popped out, springing up just for you. Your mouth gaped open and you shamelessly stared,

“Texted you to tell you there was a change’a plans in tomorrows mission but you weren’t respondin’ so I figured i’d just stop by and tell ya—never knew you’d be flicking the bean and moaning out my name.” He smirks devilishly, coming towards the edge of your bed. He knows you want this by the look in your eyes and the way you let your legs fall open, but he needs to be sure,

“May I?” His voice comes out in a special deep kind of way that you’ve never heard before and your pussy clenches, your spidey senses going wild. You know he feels it cause one of his eyes squints, the strong feeling tugging at his senses, and he smirks when you whine,

“Fuck, yes, p-please just—“

“Shhh relax love, i’ve got you.” Hobie whispers, crawling on top of you and roughly spreading your thighs with a grunt, planting a kiss right on your sensitive clit. He pauses for a moment, locking eyes with you before sucking on it like a lollipop. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your hands twitch, the feeling making you shake,

“O-Oh fuck…Hobie, y-you suck at this.” You lie through your needy sounds, your hands reaching towards his head and thrusting his face deeper against you, the slightly shocked look in his eyes fueling your need and making you feel like you were in charge for a moment. Hobie pops off of you with ease despite your strength, and he web shoots your wrists above your head in a matter of seconds,

“Since y’were begging f’me, I think i’ll just take control, yeah?” Hobie smirks, his lips latched onto your clit instantly, kissing and slurping on it sensually—delivering you the most pleasure you had ever felt.

“Y-you’re, mmf!- such an ass, Hobie~” The room felt hot and your skin felt sticky, his teasing gaze at your words making your pussy gush. You tried to fight back the moans, panting and squirming at his every touch. Hobie wanted to hear you. He slapped your thigh, a yelp escaping from your lips as he slurped you up like you were his last meal. He got all kinds of revved up from your pettiness, rutting his dick into the sheets as he proved to you that not even you knew your body like this,

“You like that don’tcha love?” Hobie growls into your pussy as he does absolutely sinful things with his tongue, things that you didn’t know were possible—the moans were becoming so hard to bite back. You whimpered, your hips bucking against his nose and tongue. Hobie felt the way you pulsated and when he looked at you and saw your eyebrows furrowed the way they were, he knew you were close,

“Give it to me, Y/N, I want it all.” He groans, his tongue working like a machine on your clit, steady rapid pace flicking it just the way you needed to cum all over his face, squirting like you never have before. Your back arched and you tried to hide your face by turning, embarrassed at how fast you came from just Hobie’s tongue. You knew he’d get a kick out of it, and sure enough,

“That good love? Couldn’t have even been more than 5 minutes.” He laughs but he kisses your thighs, licks up the mess, and then reaches for your face. You were surprised when his hands came to your jaw and he looked into your eyes—He kind of looked like he was going to kiss you.

That was when you felt his tip at your entrance, prodding and pushing in. You couldn’t even try to keep quiet, and you could look away as he held your face and his half lidded eyes bored into yours. It was sadistic, that look he gave you while your eyes widened and watered, your lips parting as pained moans spill from your lips—he was huge and he knew it.

“How’s that feel, doll?” He whispers, eyes never leaning yours as he thrusts himself all the way inside your tight cunt. You’re so wet that he doesn’t even have to try to move, his dick ramming inside you like a piston. In contrast, he gently smooths his thumbs over the balls of your cheeks, watching every expression that strikes your features,

“Y-You’re too big—“ You moan, your eyelids twitching and fluttering as your body turns to jelly. You had never felt something so filling in your whole life…of course Hobie had to have the biggest dick you’d ever felt…there was no sly remark you could possibly throw at him when you were breathless just from the first couple of thrusts,

“You’re taking it so well though, hm? Such a good girl.” Hobie groans, sliding his hands down your body and kissing your neck while he grips your hips, “You feel so fucking good. You’re so dirty touching yourself at the thought of me and spreading your legs like a whore at the sight’v my dick,” He grunts out through his moans, thrusting into you and making your whole bed shake. You physically can’t handle the praise and degradation that he throws at you all at once,

“H-Hobie…you’re so fucking annoying!”

“Oh yeah? I’m annoying? Well you’re sobbing on my dick right now, not a good look is it, love?”

You can’t even think as Hobie pulls almost entirely out of you before thrusting into you full speed, leaving you choking on your breaths for a moment. He looks right into your eyes, repeating the same rhythm and smirking at your needy sounds—the way you can’t help but cry out in pleasure each and every time,

“What was that?” He asks, mock pity in his voice, “Too fucked out to answer hm?”

You tug at your restrains, pleasured tears spilling from your eyes as your turn your head, moans tearing out of your throat,

“I-Mmm~ Fuck…Hobie!~ I-I hate you!”

At this, Hobie just comically tilts his head. He knows you don’t hate him, the way your heart beats out of your chest and your ankles lock around his back as he fucks you—even the way you tease him or yell at him—it’s full of want and need…desire even. His pace never relents as he massages your hips, his deep voice making your heart drop,

“Look at me.”

You don’t. You feel embarrassed at how easily he’s gotten you into this submissive state when you’re one of the strongest people at HQ. You just moan and cry, grunting in frustration with every drag of his dick deep inside you,

“Y/N, look at me.” Hobie says in a sultry tone, voice filled with lust. You feel his chill hand creep up to your jaw, refocusing your gaze on him as he snaps into you at a brutal pace, hitting your sweet spot and making your pussy drip. When your eyes lock on his, he looks absolutely irresistible. There’s a sheen layer of sweat clinging to every inch of his skin, and there’s a glow to his features that you had always seen but never like this. You just want him. You have him but you need him. You need him and he needs you, the hand on your jaw tightening as he brings his thumb up to your lips, pulling your lips open. Hobie leans down, thrusting into you and making your bed creak as he spits right onto your tongue. It stuns you like a slap on the face, but it turns you on like nothing before. Your pussy clenches impossibly tighter around Hobie and you swallow his spit, groaning gutturally,

“You’re so fucking nasty.” He groans at the sight, pressing your knees down beside you and thrusting into you with fervor,

“You’re no better.” Is all you say, trying to sound steady even though you’re a mess for him. You’re digging your nails into his back and dragging them down his smooth skin, begging him to go faster as your body convulses. You’re both breathless in passion, too scared to admit that this was more than just sex. You want each other in a debilitating way, in a way so strong that it scares you—so you fuck like crazed animals and chase your release together.

Hobie’s ears tingle at the sound of your moans increasing in pitch and volume, his senses ablaze with the feeling of your warm hands on his back and the sight of your intoxicated gaze. He looks down at you as you throw your hands around his neck and spill pretty noises from your parted lips. Hobie doesn’t know what comes over him but as he nears his orgasm, he leans down slowly, closing the gap between the two of you. There’s no excuse ready in his mind when he sees your eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes and back, knowing that you want him as much as he wants you.

“Hobie?” You ask, voice full of need and confusion. You’re feeling desperate, on the edge from him so deep inside you, the pleasure building and your head spinning—but now…now he looks like he’s going to kiss you and that scares you. Not because you don’t want it but because you do. Your heart races as one of his hands finds its way behind your head and the other under your jaw.

“I want to kiss you...I-I really want to kiss you.” His words come out huskily, and his gaze softens as he’s about to cum.

You say nothing. You just hold him in the same endearing way and close the gap, pressing your lips against his gently—a juxtaposition to how his hips desperately ram against yours as you both cum, moaning into the kiss and desperately trying to taste each other, afraid of what comes when the moment is over. Hobie’s eyebrows furrow and he struggles to kiss back, releasing himself inside you before he pulls you up and into his lap, still deep inside. Your naked bodies are moving in tandem—lust, need, hunger, desire, desperation, fear, and love. When you finally break the kiss, you’re both breathless. He looks into your eyes and you look into his. You want nothing more than to shy away from him answering to never have to speak of this…but you both know there’s no going back now. He gently strokes your back, his hold on you secure and comforting. He tore your walls down and destroyed you, and now you’re completely on display for him. It doesn’t feel bad…it feels surprisingly natural to be with him like this.

He holds you close, his chin on your head. You feel the deep vibrations on his vocal cords in his chest as he speaks, “You don’t actually hate me do you?” He chuckles.

“No.” You quickly say, mumbling with your cheek pressed against him, “I think we both knew that though, Hobie.”

—

@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara

[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick Grayson ships in order of how toxic you should write them as adults in an established relationship imo (no batcest and we can discuss the harem at a later time)

Least

Dick X Wally: this is the quintessential friends to lovers story it’s adorable. Naturally a lil bit of toxicity bc nightwing is not a healthy person but still the ratio is 99% cute and 1% angst as adults. Feel free to angst away with the Robin/KF thing

Worlds where this is cute: young justice, earth prime pre Wally meeting Linda.

Dick X Kori: listen to me, if you ignore all the shitty writing (yes the babs wedding thing) they r perfect <3. The only person who I believe can be the lights light ya know. The broke up because they both took hits they couldn’t recover from but they still love each other and they’re my favorite canon pairing they should get back together and have a kid and be a cute lil family.

Worlds where this is cute: TT, Earth prime, DCAU, injustice, titans tomorrow, Lego Batman (every single earth actually)

Dick X Zatanna: cute, childhood crush turned sweethearts turned friends nothing to say here I just don’t think it would be toxic

Worlds where this is cute: young justice

Worlds where this should never happen: all the rest (she dated his dad)

Dick X Joey: I love them so I’m biased their relationship is on par with Dick and Wally taking field trips in the 80s. Also this is joeys most popular ship and that makes me laugh. BUT ANYWAY they’re just very homoerotic and I feel like they respect each other enough the toxicity would be on the lower side.

Worlds where this is cute: literally anytime before he possesses his dad’s body.

Times this is concerning: post possessing nightwings body (anyone remember that happening I just ignore it now, cuz I hate the whole evil Joey thing but if you wanna take this ship from 30% toxic to 140% write it post possession with the dude who had autonomy issues)

Dick x Kara: I just feel like the hero worship would get in the way a little bit

Worlds where this is cute: worlds finest

Worlds where this isn’t: the rest

Dick x Roy: I love them sm ur honor (despite how low I’m putting this, it’s one one my top ships) listen Dick and Roy adore each other and would die for each other, but the baggage?? The years of expectations?? The fights??? The fact that Dick gets more and more closed off when he’s mad usually but him and Roy in the same room and fists fly?? But the only people who can talk to Dick when he’s spiraling are Roy and Donna. Like ROY HARPER is one of Dick people!! You don’t understand how much I love how they can hurt each other while loving each other so so so much. They cause me pain. I don’t believe they’d ever mellow out Dick and Wally tho bc they’re whole relationship is heated they have never had a chill emotion about each other in their history of being characters that exist in the same space.

Worlds where this is cute: literally any world where the titans exist/have existed with speedy and Robin as core members

Worlds where no?: new 52 (I hate new 52 and ignore it tho so no universe sucks bc new 52 isn’t real and can’t hurt me)

Dick X Harley Quinn: see I hated this ship and I hate it in canon but I once read a fic that was good enough I now ship it on the dl and think it would be good for Harley to be with someone who can be a safety net. But like this is AU rare pair type shit and it’s low bc I literally cannot picture a canon universe where this isn’t the most toxic thing ever.

Worlds where yes: DCAU (AU) not even the canon one like the AU of the AU that is the DCAU (take a shot Everytime I say AU)

Dick X Shawn Tsang: I’m sorry yall Shawn was such a boring character I forgot she existed but I remember that she broke up with him after he lost his memory cuz she thought he was ghosting her and like not only does it feel like she just existed to give dick a love interest. Also this comic featured the character death wing and so it’s so low not bc the ship sucks except it does bc why dick?? Are you dating someone who hates heroes?? Why r u like this??? Stopppp but also bc imo the ship has a white bread type of content that is toxic to me personally and that’s more important.

Dick x Bea Bennet: I loved them sm in the beginning, best part of the Ric Grayson arc and then they added the spyral ties and made her a pirate and tbh that ruined it for me. Dick and Bea only work as a cute relationship if Bea is a way out or a window into the outside world like something to ground the man who is always trying to get his feet off the ground. It would be interesting. But now she’s just another another relationship where he didn’t know who he was dating and tbh I don’t think he’d be down for that post literally everything that’s ever happened to him romantically after the age of 16

Dick Babs: yes it’s this low, no I will not change it. It should be lower but I used to ship this so it’s only my fond memories keeping it this high. Babs slept with his father after dating him in at least 2 universes. Dick left Gotham for freedom and she quite literally drags him back Everytime they’re together it feels like about 30 years of Dicks character development is erased. And let’s not talk about Barbara used to be a congress woman Gordon. They deaged her to make her a decent love interest for someone who was a kid when she was running for congress. And because of the fact their characters don’t naturally balance out the way some of his other canon ships do (Bea, Shawn, KORI(the best canon ship imo), hell even Helena) it leads to the characters becoming flanderizations of themselves. Dick is a loveable himbo whose only defining characteristic is his ass and I hate to say it Barbara Gordon literally just turns into female Bruce and I hate it so much but genuinely read though some of their older stuff it’s like..ugh. Anyway I hate this ship I think it’s bad for both of them and while I’m not babs biggest fan I still like her and she and Dick should be best friends who get drunk on weekends and shit talk the bats and their respective teams (titans, birds of pray)

Dick X Helena bertinelli: yall wtf is this ship, if this is your main ship? Why? Tell me? Like what?? Helena??? Esp prime earth Helena?? He has more chemistry with midnighter than her (but we are not discussing the harem so I will remain silent)

Now the most toxic ship that isn’t incestuous is so obvious bc no one has ever pictured this ship with a modicum of health in it except its creator (derogatory) I’m 99% sure every single fic tagged this also has the domestic violence tag

Dick X Catalina Flores. Yeah no a billion times no this shit is so toxic the jack Napier fell into it and became the joker. This shit so toxic it only serves as a trauma boat for another person to swoop in and get him out I hate this so much.

Now dick is an old character so he has about a billion other relationships. But these are either the recent ones (Shawn, Bea) or the ones that have a lot of ao3 clout (birdflash) or something that makes my heart soft (dick and Joey) plus his most iconic 2 pairing I will not be getting into characters like Daphne, Clancy or Betty or anything else or the creepy ones like the fact he’s had shit with both catwoman and taila.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 15 | Unspoken Words

“A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?”

summary: it’s pouring rain outside and you’re in a heated argument with the so-called ‘loser skater boy’ of the school, Chris about your popular friend group constantly picking on him but you don’t know what you could possibly do about it, in the heat of the moment you accidentally confess your love for him that you’ve been bottling inside of you for ages now, how will Chris react to the sudden confession?

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, pouring rain, arguing, angry love confession, kissing, mentions of bullying & possibly more!

authors note: bro this is coming out so late I’m so sorry I seriously am having trouble keeping up with posting fics everyday I might just change the schedule for every two days so I have time to write the fic so from now on I’ll post NNN fics every two days and I’ll try to make them better too, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The rain was relentless, pouring down in heavy falls as I stood at the edge of the high school parking lot, glaring at him. Chris, the loser skater dude sat leaned against the slick metal of his beat-up board as water streamed down from his dark hair. It was a pathetic sight, really, the way he was looking at me through the downpour like he truly believed I’d stand there and listen to him whine while my friends were making his life miserable just a few feet away. “Chris, it’s not my fault they’re dicks! Just stand up for yourself!” I yelled, the wind whipping my words back into my face. I could see him flinch at the sharpness in my tone, but honestly? He was pissing me the fuck off right now.

“Easy for you to say,” he spat back, his voice rising above the rain. “You think I want to get into it with them? They’ve made my life hell since middle school. And here you are, acting like you’re above it all.” “Whatever, Chris! You could actually do something about it, but instead, you stand there like a pathetic—” before I could finish my sentence, he cut right into the middle of it. “A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?” My heart raced as the fight quickly escalated, frustration spilling out of me like the rain pouring down but hee wasn’t wrong, I could feel my friends laughing as they made comments, snickering at his expense as they walked past us.

I was too stubborn to admit that it bothered me, to admit that I felt trapped between two worlds — my friends who I felt loyal to, and Chris, whose passion for skating and the freedom he radiated off him drew me in. “Why don’t you just tell them to stop?” I snapped, fists clenched at my sides. “Oh, right!” he emphasized each word through gritted teeth, “Because you know they’d listen to me. ‘Oh, look at the loser! What a joke!’” He was pacing now, waves of frustration beaming from him as he glared at me. I could tell he was hurt and that made it worse for me. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, it seemed every time we met, our discussions turned into a bickering fight.

“Why can’t you just grow a backbone for once?” I found myself shouting, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Chris was the one person I didn’t want to keep fighting with. There was something inside me that pricked me at the thought of him being hurt—something that made me want to shield him from the world, even if I was part of the problem. “I get it, you’re popular, you have to keep up your perfect appearance.” His voice was cold and I hated that I could see right through it. “But that doesn’t mean you need to stand by while they bully someone who hasn’t done anything to you.”

The weight of his words hung between us, and for a moment, we both bathed in the silence, thunder rumbling in the background and threatening to strike. My breaths came ragged, and I could feel the frustration boiling over, a fierce mix of feelings I’d contained far too long. “Do you even care about them?” I shot back, suddenly feeling more bold, “I mean, seriously, do you care that I’m their friend? Or is it just about you being the victim here?” “Maybe if you gave them less attention, they’d stop. Ever think about that?” he shot back with a knife that cut deeper than any of my friends’ insults.

I took a step closer as rain soaked through my clothes, breath hitching as the heat between us crackled. “You think I’m just some heartless bitch, don’t you? You think I enjoy having these petty losers as friends? You know nothing about me,” I spat. He stepped forward, our faces inches apart as the storm raged around us. “So what’s stopping you from saying something? You’re the one with the power in this situation, right?” And just like that, the last strings broke inside me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shake him and make him understand. “You don’t get it at all, Chris! Maybe I don’t always know what the fuck to do! Maybe—” My voice trembled and before I could think about the honesty I’m about to spill, I continued, “Maybe I just didn’t know how to tell you I liked you!”

His eyes widened, surprise sparkling in them and my heart tripped over itself at my confession. My cheeks burned and beneath the rain, I could feel the silence swallow us whole. The storm around us was like background noise as everything I pooled inside of me far too long, unraveling and honest. My breath caught as he closed the distance, moving so smoothly it caught me off guard. “What are you do—” Before I could finish, he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was sudden as if he was attempting to drown out all the noise in my head, all the rambling I would never stop. It felt electric, warmth pulsing through my veins that made the rain fade into nothing.

When he finally pulled away, my pulse immediately started to race. I blinked up at him, confusion swirling inside of me. “Wait… Did you just really kiss me to shut me up?” He smirked, a shimmer of playfulness in his blue eyes. “Maybe,” he replied and I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension slowly dissolving into something lighter, something filled with hope. “So, popular girl, what now?” I hesitated but with a new fire building inside of me I grinned and said, “We show those little bastard who not to mess with.” And as the rain poured and drenching us both, I realized that maybe, just maybe, we’d figure it out together.

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