#2k challenge

[vcrnons]

S.COUPS Marie Claire Shoot Sketch

BONUS : a realtime transformation from cheollie<3 -> general leader s.coups

[incorrect-riordanverse]

annabeth: my name is annabeth 😐

percy: are you stalking me annabeth?? 😡

annabeth: *thinks about it*

annabeth: yes 😑

[kth1]

2021 -> 2024 (original)

[v-albion]

Get chomped little one

Congrats on 2k @sharkfinn 🎉🎉🎉

[its-all-papaya]

landoscar + 41? 🧡 maybe fake/pr-dating-turned-real-dating coded, so maybe even + 56? like, they realize the fake wasn't that fake anymore 🙈 (insert i am in love are you in love audio here)

they are both in love, anon.

(because i found it kind of impossible to explain without adding sooo much exposition... oscar is not a driver. he's just... a guy. that mclaren found. to date lando. suspend your disbelief, idk)

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

41. to pretend (or is it?) | landoscar | 1.2k

Lando is in over his head. His aching, pounding, hurts-so-bad-it’s-making-him nauseous head. If he’d known one throw-away trip to the club in Miami was going to complicate his life so irreparably, he would have tucked his P1 trophy into bed next to him and gone straight to sleep like a good, boring boy. Instead, he’d gotten catastrophically fucked-up on any number of things he doesn’t remember and tossed himself dick-first into an entire publicity nightmare. That’s the worst part, probably: Lando doesn’t even remember. He remembers taking shots with Max and Danny and he remembers – barely – stumbling to the bathroom, and the next discernable point on that mental timeline comes at approximately 6:45 a.m., when he’d woken up to go vomit and found his lock screen so full of notifications that it’d made him forget to wonder where the man he’d gone to bed next to had pissed off to so early.

Since then, every minute of Lando’s life not spent in the car has felt full wall-to-wall with interviews, and meetings with crisis management, and saying “I’d prefer not to comment on that” so many times he hears it on repeat like an ear worm when he’s falling asleep at night. And also Oscar. There’s been a lot of Oscar.

He’s waiting in the lobby of McLaren’s hospitality when Lando arrives down from his driver’s room after qualifying in Brazil. Lando wonders how he got in, if their bosses have finally decided he’s trustworthy enough to walk around unchaperoned. It’s funny that he ever didn’t have a pass, actually; he is technically a McLaren employee. Probably. Lando thinks he gets paid. They’ve never talked about the specifics.

Either way, however he got there, Oscar is by himself in the lobby, leaned back in a chair, thumbing at his phone. He looks up when he senses Lando’s arrival, and Lando must look even more pathetic than he even thought, because Oscar’s face immediately goes soft with concern and he leaps up to take Lando’s bag off his hands.

“Hey, you alright?” he asks. He slides the backpack onto his own shoulders and then steadies a hand in the middle of Lando’s back, thumb tracing comforting little circles near his spine.

Lando could lie, but there’s not really any point to that, so he lets his face fold into the grimace it wants to be in and presses his thumb between his eyebrows.

“Head’s killing me,” he says. It comes out weak.

Oscar makes a sad little sound in sympathy, and the palm on Lando’s back shifts to his side so Oscar can tug him closer. Lando doesn’t have the energy to fight Oscar on these things at the best of times lately, so he’s definitely not going to when he’s exhausted and sick with the pain behind his eyes. Even though there’s really nobody around to see them.

“Let’s get you back to the hotel, then,” Oscar says, and Lando has never agreed to anything faster.

Oscar leads the way out of hospitality and through the paddock, fingers linked securely between Lando’s own. It’s baffling that he’s already been around this circus long enough to know the way without help. Nice, though, because Lando’s not really in a state to be of any.

They run into a few people along the way – fans or sponsors or employees. Lando doesn’t get the chance to tell which are which, because every time somebody new greets them, Oscar’s fingers tighten around his own and he talks the both of them cleverly out of the conversation before Lando can even consider what he would say if he was left to his own devices. It feels nearly impossible that less than six months ago, Oscar could barely say two words to Lando without being directly asked to.

“Oscar!” he hears as they’re nearing the exit, and they’re so close to relative quiet that Lando can’t help but groan about it. Oscar squeezes his hand again like an apology as he turns to address whoever it is.

"What’s up?” Oscar asks. When Lando lifts his eyes from the pavement, it’s Max stood before them. Both of his hands are hooked in the straps of his backpack and his chest is heaving just a little, like he’d jogged to catch them up.

“You’ll of course be at the race tomorrow?” Max asks. Lando’s not sure where this conversation is going, but he’s pretty sure it doesn’t have to happen right now. He hopes the look he’s giving Max is sufficiently irritated.

It must do the job, because Max’s eyes brighten and he says “Not pleased about that, Lando?”

Oscar’s hand goes from Lando’s palm to his back again, quick, and before Lando can open his mouth, Oscar’s saying, “He doesn’t feel good.”

“Ah,” Max says. Lando can’t figure out the look he’s being given.

“The race tomorrow?” Lando presses. If they’re going to chat about whatever it was right now, they could at least get to the point.

Max nods, shifting his gaze back to Oscar, “You are staying, yeah?”

“Yeah," Oscar says, "Why?”

It’s taking too long. Lando squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead against Oscar’s shoulder, hoping the counterpressure might do anything at all for the hot ache in his brain. Oscar’s hand goes immediately to the back of Lando’s neck, like it’s habit, and his thumb starts drawing firm lines down the muscle there, hairline to nape. It feels…really, really nice, actually.

“You’ll fly back with us after,” he can make out Max saying, “to Monaco. Lando and I and a few others.”

That doesn’t really make sense. Oscar’s been planning to go home for a bit over the mini break, Lando knows, they talked about it nearly right away when the agreement was drawn up. Far be it from him to argue that point, though, not when Oscar’s saying “Yeah, thanks, mate,” and his thumb’s still easing the pain in Lando’s skull. Lando would blame it on the headache, but it’s not like he’ll mind the extra time with Oscar, either. Which Max knows.

Lando cracks his eyes open and shifts enough to squint suspiciously at his friend, but Max is just grinning happily at the pair of them.

“Very good,” Max says. Sure.

“That’s all?” Oscar asks. His thumb finally stills. Lando does not whine about it, but it’s a close thing.

“Yes,” Max says, “you can take grumpy home now.”

Then, before Lando can decide whether that’s worth getting upset over, Oscar squeezes the back of his neck and nudges him up off his shoulder. His eyes are apologetic when Lando meets them, and he kisses Lando once on the forehead as he slides their palms back together.

It’s nice. Domestic. Very convincing, probably. Oscar’s gotten really good at his job.

“We’ll see you, mate,” Oscar says.

Max clasps Oscar’s hand for a second, then squeezes Lando’s shoulder on his way by.

When he's a few steps off, Oscar says, “Ready?” like Lando hasn’t been begging to go this whole time.

Lando says yes, please and he can tell it's a little whiny, because Oscar says "Hey, okay love, I'm sorry" and brushes a gentle kiss against his lips. Lando thinks Max is probably too far away to see it, but Oscar would know better.

It’s not until they’re finally settled into the back of the car, sides pressed together, that Lando remembers:

“Max knows about everything. You didn’t have to… he knows.”

Oscar’s gaze is soft and maybe a little sad, for some reason, but he smiles past it and combs his fingers through Lando’s hair until he settles.

“Yeah,” Oscar says as Lando’s head falls back against his shoulder, “He does.”

[uzi-x33]

”this latest little game of yours, thank the stars it’s over. did you have fun? did you get everything out of your system?”

“I-”

“good, good. everyone is so relieved. welcome home demon prodigy.”

ENTRY FOR @nori-draws-sometimes DTIYS YIPPEE^_^ THIS WAS SO SO FUN AND I COULNT GET THAT STEVEN UNIVERSE AUDIO OUT OF MY HEAD LMAO😭 CONGRATS ON 2K ON INSTA NORI🎉‼️

[duusheen]

Hope went back home to pay the rent before traveling to her parents' house and was planning to simply put the money in the mailbox, but Sterling was there and she said, "Why not?". The problem is Sterling has a special ability to get on Hope's nerves, and as expected, they started arguing. But this time the argument lasted really short, and Hope started to think that maybe, just maybe, she could get along with Sterling at some point and be friends. Not today tho.

The real reason why Sterling was being nice 🤸🏽‍♀️

[yallthemwitches]

How about these two prompts in one:

“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.” 

Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut. 🫢🫣🥵

(Cannot contain excitement 🤭🤭🤭)

Hello again!

So I cheated (?) and mushed a lot of the prompts into one piece. This one goes with your prompt, plus “Look at you coming undone before I even touch you," and "Let me take care of you, yeah?"

Also, just generally I wanted to add another entry into the "James Potter is a munch who loves his girlfriend/wife's pleasure more than himself cinematic universe."

Thanks to everyone who submitted a prompt! I'll keep working on them!

Read under cut or on AO3 here

“The troll wars of the sixteenth century were disrupted by the —James.”

“Hm?” He doesn’t remove his lips from her neck, nipping down the side with his tongue trailing after to lick away any possible pain he’s caused.

“We need to study— we both have history of magic on friday and god knows you haven’t even looked at your notes.“

“I’m listening. Go on, keep reading.” But she has a hard time believing it, because her attention is not even on the words she is saying anymore, rather following the trail of his fingertips under the hem of her skirt.

She continues, but her voice falters on a word. She repeats the sentence once, twice… by the third try, she can feel James’ lips smiling into her collarbone, the hand under her skirt now massaging circles into her inner thigh. 

“You are stressing too much about these exams,” he murmurs, moving his lips up to hers, dragging his tongue against the seam of her mouth. 

“You’re clearly not,” she mumbles back, finishing the quip just before a small gasp bubbles out, his hand below hooking around the strap of her knickers. 

Her eyes flutter closed for a split second, enjoying the lull of his touch, but she wrenches them back open, alarms starting to sound in the back of her mind.

“James—“ she hisses, “Quit it—this is the library…people will see.” 

But he either isn’t listening or doesn’t care. His eyes drift open, just long enough to take a visual scan of the nearby bookshelves before diving back on her, lips moving at a deliberate slowness so she can feel every plea of his tongue as he coaxes her mouth open against his. 

“Just relax Evans—read the lesson and let me take care of you, yeah?”

Right as she is about to ask what exactly he means by that, the warmth of his body disappears and she opens her eyes to see him sliding under the table, a wild grin beaming from his face. 

“Christ, Potter. What are you—“

But the answer becomes evident. She feels two calloused hands start at her ankles and slowly glide up her legs, fingertips like feathers trickling their way to the soft flesh between her thighs and stopping just before the place where the thigh meets the torso. 

“I can’t hear you reading, Evans,” he teases from the darkness under the table, amusement crackling in his voice. She lets out a low noise of discontent: he’s absolutely mental if he thinks she can focus on Troll Wars while he’s down there. 

She wiggles her legs a bit, sliding them side to side as a ploy to get him to do something other than rest his fingers on her upper thigh, but he makes no further movements—his intention to stall clear until she follows direction.

She can feel heat pooling just inches away from where his hands lay with irritatingly zero pressure and moves to alleviate it herself. She begins to clamp her thighs shut but he moves instantly, hands pressing hard down into her thighs and prying them open wider so that her knees are almost in line with the corners of the chair. 

“No way. I need you to spread your legs for me—as wide as you can, then start reading because I’m trying to study here.”

She has half the mind to kick him, but just as she attempts to jut out her leg, two hot hands press against either side of where her thighs and center meet and something hot and damp takes one long swipe against the center of her knickers. 

She doubles over the table, bracing herself with her hands to not completely collapse her cheek against the surface. His mouth hovers against her middle, hands still holding her open, but he stalls again, making himself clear. 

“I can’t hear you reading…c’mon Evans—I’m a kinesthetic learner...”

Arsehole. Breathing shallow, she straightens herself, feeling his fingers contract slightly on her thigh. Her center is so hungry for his touch again that it’s buzzing, all her body heat leeching to the one singular place where his mouth lingers. 

“Godric—you are getting so wet…” She doesn’t hear him say it, but she can feel it, his lips so close to the fabric that the words tickle her core. “Look at you coming undone and I haven’t even touched you yet…”

In another moment she would have called him arrogant, but the overpowering need for him to touch her keeps her mouth tight. She takes a haggard breath and picks the textbook back up, willing to play along if it means feeling less like an insect squirming on a pin.

“T-The Troll War of—of Fuck Baby.”

Finally, the stalemate ends. His mouth descends on her, fingers tugging away the soaked fabric of her knickers to press kitten licks into bare skin. Sparks of light dance across her vision, and her reading falters, unable to get her eyes to focus on the words much less anything else besides his tongue. 

“Merlin Lils, you’re dripping.” A finger dips into her with zero resistance and the sound of his fingers pumping into her wafts its way up into the room. She claws at the surface of the table, not able to find purchase and wishing she could reach for his hair and push his tongue in alongside his fingers.

“James—“

All pretense of reading is abandoned, James now solely focused on one goal only: to taste her come. He nibbles at her clit, alternating repetitive strokes of the tongue with soft sucking. She squirms against him, unhappy with her lack of mobility in the scenario—usually she is able to at least touch him back, but his spot under the table makes it too difficult to slide her hands down to find him.

“Come fuck me,” she gasps, getting restless. “I don’t bloody care who sees, come take me up against the shelf and let me come on your cock.”

A low gutteral noise echoes from below. “Fuck—-Fuck Lily—you saying that...”

For a moment he stalls, deliberating the proposition with her clit between his lips, then he begins moving again—twisting fingers, repeated laps, a thumb circling the bundle of nerves at the center of it all.

“No—come first,” he says, pulling her thighs impossibly wider. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”

It’s unbearable, the pleasure building in her body. He adds more pressure, focusing on the exact spots he knows will make her unravel the fastest. It takes an act of god to keep her eyes open, always watching for some stray student to wander past and see her keeled over and panting against her homework.

Stripes of color litter her eyesight, the pleasure mounting right where his tongue lingers, coaxing her to finish in the same rhythm of his hand. She covers her mouth, unable to hold back moans as the sensation culminates, crashing down on her like warm rain. 

“Shh—just a little more…” 

Little is an understatement. Her body trembles, head falling down against the cool grain of the table.

“James, baby I—.” 

It is loud enough to echo against the high dome ceiling, but she doesn’t care anymore. He continues even after she has come down from her climax, stroking the now sensitive skin until a bubble of laughter pulls him away. 

Slunk against the table, she doesn’t register he’s moved until her chair skids backwards with her in it. Now out from his hiding spot, he stands in front of her, mouth glistening and a feral look gazing back from under his lenses. Her eyes have only seconds to zero in on the very obvious tent in his pants when she is shot backwards, now pressed against the nearest shelf with dust raining down on her. 

“I ready to fuck you now.”

His tongue slips into her mouth and she tastes herself heady on his tongue. He bunches up her skirt enough to rip down her knickers, pocketing them in the process and she fiddles with his waistband, taking care to grind her hips forward in the process. 

She has to admit, It’s her favorite part.

When he goes down on her he is all power, commanding her body much like he does a broomstick: with lithe, domineering movements encompassed in complete awe. But after, after when he has the trophy of his name pouring from her lips and her taste surging against his tongue– then he is finally able to give in. He melts completely for her.

“Lily–” he coos when she finds the smooth skin of his cock from inside his pants and shoves his trousers down just enough to release him. 

 “Merlin you’re amazing–a dream…I mean, fucking christ.”

She laughs at his adopted muggle swear while busying herself with hiking her leg around his waist. He takes her ass in both hands, holding her wedged against the bookshelf. 

“I’m going to dock points from you for making too much noise,” she says with laughter trickling out. He grins back, not even denying his penchant for being vocal. 

“Do it, take it. Best loss of Gryffindor pride I’ve ever wallowed away.” 

Turns out she is just as bad as he is. He pants between her breasts, dipping in and out of her with a swift ease, aided by the remains of his earlier work. She grips everywhere at once, the creaking wood of the shelves, the rattling tomes behind her, his shoulders, and especially his hair. She cries into his neck, biting down as a means to silence herself but getting a little more mileage when the action makes James’ hips snap forward, the new angle shooting her back off the ledge and landing her somewhere past human thought. He follows after, gasping her name against her as he shakes in release. 

In all, it's a miracle they aren’t caught. 

“So much for our history of magic NEWT,” she sighs, absently trailing a hand through his hair and down the nape of his neck while his heartbeat slows under her. He enjoys being inside of her for just a moment longer, fully aware the second they separate the real world will rush in.

“What are you talking about?” He looks up with his glasses askew on his face, eyes dreamy and serene. She has the urge to kiss him, so she does.

“I’ll never forget the Troll War for as long as I live now—who knew shagging was a very effective study strategy.”

She laughs and he pushes their foreheads together, wishing he could bottle the sound.

[memoirsofasim]

Celeste and Alonso returned home to overcast weather and a yard full of leaves. There was a chill in the air and winter was just around the corner. Just like all their other vacations Celeste was quick to hang photos on the wall and put on display any items they picked up from their trip.

[truly-morgan]

Kinktober Summer Rerun 2024: Oviposition ● Plantcest 🌱🌱

【DAY 16】

[#plantcest kv, oviposition, modern setting, vashussy with weird alien anatomy]

“Nai” Vash gasped then whined, feeling himself being lifted off of the floor upon getting home. They had barely made it into their apartment before his twin was all over him. “At least wait until we’re in the bedroom, last time on the floor wasn’t comfortable,” he said, earning a sigh from his brother who had been kissing his neck.

He was already ready to start, pressing hard against the warmth between Vash’s legs, grinding hard. But he still obeyed the young man’s demand, holding him tightly as he made his way to the bedroom.

Once they got there Vash allowed himself to fall backwards, pulling Nai along with him into the bed. In no time he was being ravished again, warm hand nearly tearing his clothes off of him. Not that he was that much more patient, pulling as best as he could at Nai’s t-shirt.

“Beautiful, perfect” Nai said under his breath as he looked down at his brother, pale lines covering his body, more so his navel area. He brushed his fingers lightly over his skin, smiling at how they glowed a pretty pink-ish hue at /his/ touch. No one else they knew, all humans, could bring such a reaction.

His hand then slowly made its way south, going through soft feathers that covered his pubic, before finally reaching his destination. his fingers teased the little appendages that kept close, tracing the seam between them. He smiled satisfied when they slowly started opening up, wrapping around his fingers.

“Look at you, opening up for me so nicely~” Nai said, fingers playing with the little opening appendages, feeling thinner tendrils wrapping around the same fingers, pulling him close lightly. “Your body is as honest as ever” he nearly purred, looking at a flustered Vash.

They hadn’t been doing this for very long, it had taken some time for Nai to convince him even. But really, no one else was more compatible for either of them as each other, not even other plants. It was shown by just how responsive their bodies were when mating season came.

“You are no better” Vash tried to argue, hand sneaking inside his sweatpants, feeling something just as similar gently grab onto his fingers. Nai groaned as he kept stroking and rubbing, something slowly unravelling and pushing out of him. Vash eventually got impatient and pushed his boxer and sweatpants away.

Similar appendages as he had opened up, but instead of showing a throbbing hole what humans would call a cock had slowly come out. A blue-ish colour, with bumps and ridges covering its length up to a somewhat flattened tip. Little tendril at the base, similar to Vash’s, seemingly seeking out something to hold onto.

Once naked Nai was back at kissing Vash like his life depended on it, fingers pushed deep inside of him. It wasn’t really like he needed to prepare him, their bodies were made for each other and he knew he could just trust him immediately if he wanted to.

But he also liked teasing his twin.

Seeing him squirm under him, lightly begging Nai to fuck him already. Looking as he seemed to be burning from the inside the same way his brother was. The way he could feel thick juice cover his fingers and hand, Vash already leaking so much with barely any attention given to him.

“Naaaaaii, pleaaase” Vash whined, legs wrapping around him and pulling him closer.

How could he refuse him so much when he was so adorable and sexy begging for him like this? With a little chuckle, he finally stopped, despite the stamen-like tendril trying to keep him close. They weren’t left alone for too long though as he instead made himself comfortable between his twin's legs, slowly pushing his cock in.

A shiver ran down his back as his own sensitive tendrils were grabbed by his brother’s, trying to keep him close and unable to move away. Showing just how much Vash needed him, how much he wanted to keep him close right now. Not that he would complain.

He cursed under his breath at the way Vash was holding onto him tightly, velvety walls throbbing around him, feeling like they wanted him to stay buried here forever. He’d normally like to go slow and easy with him, but right now he can’t quite stop himself from pounding into him, too overwhelmed by the need to breed.

And Vash’s cries and moans of pleasure sure aren’t helping in keeping him going slow.

So he trusts, in and out, barely able to control himself, grabbing his brother’s waist so tightly he’ll probably have bruises later on. He doesn’t care though, he loves seeing his twin marked by him. Plus it keeps him from squirming too much, letting him hit just the right spot to have Vash cuming on his cock in no time, even more slick drenching the bed.

Then he feels it, a tightness inside of him, feeling so close to yet unable to really get over yet either. His trust becomes less fast but rougher, trying to go as deep as possible. As if reacting to his own body he can feel how hard it is to pull away as his and Vash’s petal-like appendages start holding onto each other, keeping them locked and closed. All he can do is shallowly trust into him, groaning as he can finally feel something travelling inside his length.

Slowly but surely little eggs start being laid inside of Vash, being pushed deeper as others just as slowly pop inside. And he just loves it, seeing the look on his brother’s face as he being filled up with eggs, looking blissed and satisfied, body glowing more than ever, humming slightly.

He knows they won’t keep the eggs, but it still won’t stop his brain from being proud and possessive of this moment. Watching as Vash’s belly slowly start to grow a little as more eggs are being pushed inside of him.

But even when the eggs are doing being pushed inside it’s not quite finished. Nai is soon gently trusting his hips again, as much as their locked body will allow it. It doesn’t bring much friction but it is enough to have him cum properly, filling up the young man with a sweet liquid that should fertilise the eggs and keep the safe.

It only make Vash look even more bloated. If only those stupid humans could see him like this, see who Vash belongs to.

He only stops when he cannot pump anymore inside of Vash, taking a moment to look properly at his twin. Vash always looks so good, but like this he looks devine, just like he should always be, filled up with Nai.

Then he sees arms reaching out to him, Vash whining out his name. It all it takes for him to lean down, allowing himself to be pulled closer, kissing him slowly and gently, more so than he did before. He moves them around to lay down more comfortably, waiting for their bodies to finally agree to let them go.

He can’t wait to be pumping more eggs inside of Vash, wondering just how much he’ll be able to accept inside of his body before it’s too much even for him.

To see him looking fully pregnant is such a sight he cannot pass on.

He also knows, despite his instinct hating it, that it will be just as fun watching and helping Vash lay them too soon. Watching as he slowly push everything out of him, gushing with Nai’s semen.

But for now they can relax, they have a lot of time to do all of this.

[s0fti3w1tch]

Yknow what, for fun ♥︎ Complete the heart

Rules are just:

@ me and put the tag #s0fti3w1tch's 2k

Don't edit Trainee/TD!AU Leo

No ship art

No h0rny

No deadlines or prizes, just do this if you wanna do it. I wasn't sure if I would celebrate getting 2k, but I thought maybe at least a little thing like this would be fun.

Regardless, thank you for all the support.

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[ronearoundblindly]

alright, I mean this is the nicest way possible, and please believe me when I say this is not to discourage anyone's enjoyment of other content on this site, but...

Should I do some sort of celebration/challenge thing that does not involve dark themes??

I know it's not just me, I know there's a few of us who would at least like a better balance, but I do want people to participate. I want stuff to share that I actually got to read thoroughly instead of skip huge chunks or just reblog without reading because I can't take the triggers. I'm so, so, so tired of half-assing my participation for my own mental health.

anyway. thanks for reading.

EDIT: If you feel something you wrote recently, long ago, or read fits this criteria, please please please feel free to send me a link in ask or DM.

[mister-eames]

@inception30daychallenge day 6: A fic rec.

This is one of my comfort fics; it has everything that just makes me feel okay at the end of a long, awful day. It's the fic equivalent of cuddling on the couch with someone while drinking a hot chocolate. Domesticity, love, cats, food (and providing it to the one you love). I love their love in this.

Alfie by queuebird. Arthur/Eames, 4.4k

[wistfulwatcher]

i feel like your roman candle; misty/nat, 8k, explicit

written in response to a series of tumblr erotic prompts (since i ended up getting many more than i was expecting, i have combined the ones that fit!).

prompts used: caught masturbating, torn lace, against the wall, fingers (@igotreallyreallytiredofmyoldurl), “do that again”, hair, panting, love bites, taste, restrained, desperate, tease, on the edge, and in public (if you squint)

read here on ao3

[nekoannie-chan]

I wish it wasn’t true

Pairing: Mean!Ex!Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader, ? X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 1185 words.

Summary: You are trying to forget your relationship with your ex-boyfriend Steve.

Warnings: Mean!Steve,  Ex!Steve, old violent relationship, broke up, new relationship, jealousy, past toxic relationship.

A/N: This my entry to @locke-writes’ 2K Writing Challenge with the song prompt #13 and the dialogue prompt #4:

“Happier than ever- Billie Eilish.”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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You moved uncomfortably; you knew that everything Steve was saying on TV was a lie, but after fixing all the chaos that Thanos had caused, he changed. Or maybe not, and he had always been like that; he just knew very well how to act. After so many years, he knew how to pretend he was a victim.

" 'Cause that shit's embarrassing," Steve said in the interview.

"Maybe you shouldn't watch that; I don't want you to be sad," he said as he turned off the TV and put the cupcake on the coffee table.

"It's okay; I'm fine, really," you assured him, looking him in the eyes.

"Y/N."

It had been several months since you had thought about him, and now you were happy.

"When I'm away from you, Steve, I'm happier than ever", you thought. Last week, you enjoyed activities you hadn't done for a long time.

Nevertheless, you began to think about what had happened while you were with Steve as you picked up the cupcake to eat it.

Steve was not answering the communicator; you were worried that maybe something had happened to him and he needed reinforcements, or maybe...

You shook your head to get rid of those ideas. A few seconds later, Steve appeared. He wasn't hurt, although he looked very upset.

"You scared me to death," you said, approaching. Steve didn't even look at you; he just continued on his way.

"I trust you. I just don't trust them," Steve said when you informed him that you would have a mission with friends who also worked in the Organization.

In the end, you asked to change teams; you had argued with Steve about it.

"Are you all right? "he asked.

"Yes, I was just thinking," you answered.

"You can tell me anything; you know that.

"I wish I could explain it better," even though you had already told him what happened plus what was obvious that most people had seen.

"Take your time; you can say anything you want."

"I wish it wasn't true and that it had never happened, that it was all a dream. Every day was horrible, and I'd end up more afraid."

You went on talking for a couple of hours.

Finally, you had decided on your old apartment: you were going to rent it. You had only gone to get some things you had forgotten. You were startled when you heard the front door close. No one but you had the keys, but suddenly you remembered that Steve had never given them back to you.

You peeked out, and Steve was standing there; maybe he had been spying on you all this time, and that's why you had had that strange feeling during the week.

"Y/N, long time no see," Steve greeted you, and you swallowed saliva.

"Steve, what are you doing here?" You said, trying not to be obvious, that you were looking for your cell phone.

"Are you looking for this?" Steve showed you the cell phone.

"What do you want?" You replied.

"Talk; I never knew why you left the house," he replied. "Don't say it isn't fair."

"You clearly weren't aware that you made me miserable."

"Please, I'm the best thing that ever happened to you in your whole life; you didn't appreciate it."

"And all that you did was make me fucking sad."

"Come on, Y/N, stop playing the victim; I think I at least need an explanation."

"I always said you were misunderstood just because of who you were before the serum, but that doesn't mean you're really a good person."

"Oh, come on, are you serious? You'd do the opposite of what you said you'd do."

"So, if you really wanna know the reasons why I left you, you should reflect on everything that happened and what you did."

"Are you saying it was my fault you ran off with who knows who?" Steve said.

"No, what I'm saying is that it was a long time ago that I didn't love you anymore because of the way you treated me. 'Cause I'd never treat me this way, you know, I deserve a hell of a lot better," you replied.

"No, Y/N, you have to admit that it wasn't my fault that we broke up; it was your friends', 'cause you only listen to your fucking friends."

"That's a lie, Steve; you were the one who was trying to keep me away from everyone, but I'm wasting my breath."

"You're lying; besides, I doubt anyone would want to go out with you; everyone believes me and knows who you are and everything you did."

"I never told anyone anything bad about you; I just told the truth to those who asked me," "you said.

"Stop lying; you always liked to draw attention to yourself."

"And I don't talk shit about you!" You ruined everything. There were so many things I loved to do, and you made me hate them. "You were having a hard time staying calm, and again, the fear of him was coming back". You were my everything."

"I still am, but you don't want to accept it; come on, Y/N, if you behave yourself, everything will be as it should be."

"And don't try to make me feel bad."

"I'm just saying you should consider things," Steve said with a smirk on his face.

"You made all my moments your own; you know the plans always worked; I was the one making the plans, and you took all the credit; why do you think your last few missions have failed?"

"You need me."

"So don't waste the time I don't have; please go away," you asked. "I don't relate to you."

Steve laughed. "Why do you keep playing the victim? You're the one who left me."

"Just fucking leave me alone."

"Rogers, you better leave; Y/N has been very clear; she doesn't love you, and she doesn't want to be with you." You heard a male voice behind Steve, and you smiled when you saw him.

"Don't get in the way, Rumlow," Steve replied.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to threaten me? Because it's not going to work with me, you'd better leave. Anyway, I'll inform S.H.I.E.L.D. what happened," Brock threatened firmly.

Steve gave him a hateful look before leaving the apartment.

"Are you all right? I think I arrived in time. "

"Better than ever, I finally got to tell him everything I wanted to. I don't love Steve Rogers anymore; he may still think he's the best person in the world, but one day the truth will come out."

"Do you still want to go to the movies?"

"Sure, I've been waiting for months for the movie to come out; I wouldn't miss it for the world."

You took the car keys, and after the movie, you would tell Brock that if you had agreed to both of them being transferred to another S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in another country, you would start over from scratch and start a new life together. Now you're happy.

[ricecaqes]

haha yaaayyy i finally beat summit (<- only has cracked maps left. pray for my sanity)