#I think I maybe glued on the part that fell off right

[xx-sharpfawngz-xx]

2day's not my day :(

[talaok]

Your hands around my neck

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You choke Joel for the first time in bed, and he likes it... maybe even a bit too much.

Warnings: unprotected p in v sex, choking, premature ejaculation, kind of sub!Joel, dirty talk.

a/n: how ironic that lately ive been the most creative that ive been in months. right when writing should be the last thing on my mind.

You were on top of him, and his gaze was glued to you.

To your tits bouncing with your movements, to your parted mouth emanating desperate sounds, to your eyes shutting as you threw your head back, to your nails clawing at his chest, and to where your bodies became one.

He was mesmerized by you like he always was,

and while he lost himself in the pleasure you brought, in how fucking good you were making him feel, and how fuking perfect you looked doing it... he didn't catch the switch in your expression, the mischievous grin pulling at your lips, or the way your hands were suddenly traveling up his chest, until finally-

His eyes widened the moment your hands wrapped around his neck, putting just enough pressure for him to lose his mind.

A groan loud enough for the entire town to hear erupted from his chest, as pleasure so fucking deep into his core took over his body.

"You like that?" you taunted, biting down a grin as you kept bouncing on his cock

"fuck-goddamn-" he could only grunt, his head tilting backward, his eyes just about rolling to the back of his head as his chest rose and fell like he'd just come back to life.

He didn't know what any of this was. What this feeling, this ecstasy, this pleasure came from.

But god it felt good.

"You like having my hands around your neck baby?" you hummed, tightening your hold just enough to watch a needy cry flee his lips "you look so pretty like this" You smiled,

and fuck him, but Joel was gone. he was in another universe, he was in heaven, and he was-

he was about to come

"darlin-'" he tried to warn you

"shh" you stopped him "There's no need to talk now" you shook your head, lowering yourself until your mouth could ghost his "just take what I give you" you said, taking his bottom lip into your mouth and biting "you're doing so good for me baby"

Good Christ and heaven

His pride went flying out the window. Any shame, any embarrassment that he ever could have felt, dissipated into nothing as he heard himself whimper- as he moaned your name like a prayer... as his cock twitched into your cunt, painting your walls with his come.

"fuck-I'm sorry sweetheart-" he started apologizing immediately once he came back down from cloud nine and realized what had happened.

Only of course you were smiling like a kid as you freed his neck from your hold.

"you're sorry?"

"Yeah" he breathed, watching you closely as you moved some sweaty hair out of his forehead "I don't know what happened- I- I've never-"

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen Joel" You cut him off "Did you like it?"

And at that, Joel couldn't help but chuckle

If it had been anybody else, he would have been mortified, he realized, but with you... there was no such thing

"I think the proof of how much I liked it is leakin' out of you as we speak, darlin'"

You giggled, your eyes trailing to where your bodies still joined, noticing exactly what he was talking about.

"Oh I'm gonna have so much fun with this" you murmured, both of you smiling like idiots as your mouth crushed with one another.

[nekomanager]

YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBOR ♡

- ONE of THREE -

you caught your neighbor and crush KENMA streaming more than just his games {1k+ words} a repost from my old blog; belated happy bday kenma kitty! dedicated to @suosteacup

🔖neighbors, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism // comment on the reply section to be tagged in the next part 🫶

It was raining hard and you’re on your way home. Just like the usual, you paused in front of your neighbor’s house—a sneaky attempt to get a glance at him. 

Your cheeky smile was replaced by curiosity when you saw that his gate was left open. You weren’t really planning to go inside, but you noticed that a box was resting in front of his house and was being drenched by the rain. It was a package for him. Concerned, you went through the open gate.

“Kenma?” You called out as you entered his home. It was dark and you were nervous. It was your first time to set afoot in his abode. “I think you left your gate open and you also have an important parcel left outside.” You definitely didn’t want him to accuse you of burglary or trespassing. 

“I…I guess I’ll just leave it here.” You said as nervousness ate you up and maybe he wasn’t even able to hear you as it’s heavily raining outside. 

You were about to leave when you heard a faint noise coming from one of the rooms. Your head immediately turned to the direction of the sound. “A…Are you okay?” You asked.

Worried, you walked with light steps, approaching were you thought the sound originated. You turned right and saw a light that seemed to be coming from a computer screen. You came closer just right before the door and what you saw shocked you. Your heart felt like it stopped momentarily. 

Your eyes were wide and so was the way your mouth hung open. Kenma...

In his screen, appeared what it seemed to be a chatroom. You saw hearts and dollar signs popping as it rang. 

Everybody knew that he was streaming his games and was into cryptocurrency, but you never thought he’d be masturbating on-screen and gain profit from it.

His pants pooled on his feet, while his eyes were trained on his lap with one of his hands wrapped around his cock. All of this was being captured by his webcam. 

You knew it was wrong to stay here but your feet were glued to the ground. You couldn’t take your eyes off the way he pumped himself. The way his chest rose and fell made you heave in return and so were his long fingers and the intricate veins in his hand. Add to that, the smooth skin of his dick and the little blush on the tip with a bead of pre-cum almost spilling out. 

You gulped. 

He moaned. The way his sweet voice melodiously hummed was making you feel things you’re not supposed to. 

“Aaaah…aaah…mhmmnn…” He kept on breathing and moaning that your face heated up at the sound of him.

Another ringing came from his computer and he briefly looked at it. 

Kenma’s eyes became darker as he moved his hand faster along his cock. His head leaned down, eyes ferociously focused on his dick and cheeks bright red. Beads of sweat now started crawling down at the side of his face.  

Attempting to muffle the sounds, he bit his lip hard. 

You squeezed your thighs together. 

A surge of heat and want began bothering you in between your legs. It was pulsating down there completely in sync with the way your heart was beating in your ears. 

Reflexively, you ran your tongue in between your lips as the sight of him masturbating in front of you and eliciting those crazy sounds was making you so dry and thirsty for him. Your head was swimming in the thought of sweeping your tongue across his length, swallowing him whole and making him lose his mind as you took a taste of him.

Yes, you had a crush on him but you never thought of him in this way until now. You thought Kenma was cute since the very first day he transferred in your neighborhood. His dirty-dyed long hair, mysterious aura and piercing gaze caught your breath the very first time he locked eyes with you. All about him rendered you smitten and weak for his charms and now he also had you fucking wet for him.

“Aah, aaah, fuck…” Kenma moaned.

You whimpered. Your hand immediately flew to your mouth, trying cover any sound that would involuntarily come out from it. 

You weren’t supposed to watch this. You weren’t supposed to be here. This was so wrong. This was so dangerous yet you wanted it. You wanted it all. You wanted all of him and all that he could show.  

A lot of ringing sounds came to his computer and his movements became more and more intense. 

“Mhmnnn….aah aaah…What? More? More? More?” He chanted as he pumped faster and now not only was he moving his hand, but he’s also grinding his hips briskly and aggressively against it. 

You felt your knees melting. Your pussy throbbed as you imagined yourself sliding up and down that pretty cock of his and him fucking you so damn hard like that instead of his hand. 

“Fuck! I’m close…I’m close!” He raked a hand through his hair, stopping at the top as his head snapped to lean backward, his mouth surrendered open in that sexy ‘O’ and eyes tightly shut. Hazy fog clouded your eyes as he breathed deeply through his lips. “Aughhh! I’m coming! I’m co-“ 

You’re sure you came to just by watching him as you felt liquid wetting your panties and perhaps leaking across your thighs. His cum richly overflowed through the tip of cock and how you wanted to feel that spilling so hot inside you. 

You caught up with you breathing and so did Kenma. With his head still tilted backward and eyes closed, he rested his hand on his forehead then let it slump down as he inhaled and exhaled. You wondered who could be the person behind his thoughts as he did that. With a performance like that, there must be someone behind it. You couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy.

His eyes opened and you started to feel nervous. He stared off to the ceiling, until his feral gaze slid over to your direction. You froze in place certain that he found you out.

[its-avalon-08]

can u pls do a super cute one of lando x y/n. where lando has a breakdown after a bad race and he thinks hes untalented and y/n makes all the voices in his head go away

make them go away (ln4)

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, self-hatred, self-doubt, alot of fluff at the end, comfort, y/n is an angel

The tension in the McLaren garage was thicker than the Monaco air itself. Y/N stood shoulder to shoulder with the engineers, her eyes glued to the TV screen showing Lando in the lead. His papaya orange car, a blur against the azure background, sliced through the chicane with practiced ease.

"Norris is on fire today!" boomed the commentator's voice over the loudspeakers. "He's pulled a three-second gap on Leclerc, and it looks like he might just take the win here in Monte Carlo!"

Y/N's heart thumped a frantic rhythm against her ribs. A nervous smile stretched across her face as Lando entered the infamous tunnel section. This was always a tricky part of the track, even for seasoned drivers.

Suddenly, the image on the screen flickered. A staticky burst filled the air, then a sickening screech of metal on asphalt. Y/N's breath hitched in her throat. On the screen, Lando's car was a crumpled mess, careening off the barrier and coming to a halt against the wall.

The garage erupted in a cacophony of shouts and gasps. Y/N felt the blood drain from her face. The commentators' voices, once booming with excitement, were now laced with concern.

"Oh dear, that's a nasty crash for Lando Norris! We're getting reports that he's unharmed, but the car is definitely out. A heartbreaking end to what was looking like a dominant race for the young Brit."

The radio crackled to life, Lando's voice a raw mix of anger and frustration. "This is fucking bullshit! What the fuck happened?! The fucking car gave away. What the fuck was that?!" Static filled the air for a moment, then Lando's voice returned, even angrier. "Come on, guys, I could've won that!"

The radio fell silent, but the tension in the garage remained. A few minutes later, Lando emerged from the cockpit, his helmet still on. He stalked towards Y/N, a dark cloud hanging over his face. He pulled her into a brief, almost desperate hug, his body taut with suppressed emotion.

"I'm okay," he muttered into her hair, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N squeezed him back, her heart aching for him. She knew the frustration, the disappointment gnawing at him. Before she could say anything, Lando pulled away and stormed off towards the back of the garage, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Y/N watched him go, a silent plea on her lips – a plea for him to let go of the anger, to allow the disappointment to wash over him, and know that she was there, by his side, every step of the way.

lando's internal monologue

Helmet off, the world swam in and out of focus through a haze of tears and anger. My gloves clawed at the damp air, a silent scream trapped in my throat. It was right there. The damn win. Every fiber of my being knew it, felt it on the edge of my fingertips. Then, nothing. Just the sickening crunch of metal, the world twisting upside down, and the taste of bitter, metallic defeat.

I slumped against the stack of tires, the sting of failure a physical weight pressing down on me. It's always the same story, isn't it? Get my hopes up, let everyone believe, then throw it all away in a stupid mistake. Maybe it's not a mistake. Maybe it's the truth finally rearing its ugly head.

I'm not good enough.

Everyone talks about talent, about potential. But what if it's all a lie? What if I'm just a fraud, a pretender who lucked his way into this seat? Maybe I fooled everyone – the team, the fans, even myself. Now the luck's run out, and I'm left with nothing but the wreckage of my own ambition.

Look at me. Curled up in a corner like a beaten dog, tears staining my cheeks like a child. This isn't the Lando Norris they see on the podium, the one spraying champagne and basking in the glory. This is the real me, the one who crumbles under pressure, who cracks when the going gets tough.

What a joke.

Every corner, every gear shift, haunted by a thousand doubts. Was I too aggressive? Did I brake too late? The questions swarm in my head, each one a fresh jab of self-criticism. Maybe Ricciardo was right all along. Maybe I don't belong here, in this high-octane world of champions and legends.

The pressure… it's a suffocating weight on my chest. The weight of expectation, of living up to a name that seems to grow bigger with every race. Every win feels like a borrowed time, every good result a fluke waiting to be exposed.

I don't deserve this seat. Don't deserve the team, the sponsors, the fans who roar my name. They deserve a champion, someone who can deliver, who can bring home the trophy. Not a broken mess like me, drowning in a sea of self-doubt.

But what now? How do I pick up the pieces from this shattered dream? How do I face everyone again, knowing I let them down? The future stretches before me, a bleak and uncertain road. Maybe it's time to step aside, to let someone with real talent take the wheel. Maybe that's the only way to silence the voice that keeps whispering – you're not good enough, Lando. You never were.

Y/N followed Lando with a worried frown, her heart twisting with every heavy step he took. He disappeared into a secluded corner of the garage, his back slamming against a stack of tires. A muffled sob escaped him, quickly followed by another, then another. Y/N didn't hesitate. She pushed past a crate and knelt beside him, her hand hovering tentatively over his shoulder.

"Lando," she called softly, her voice barely a whisper above the murmurs of the debriefing team.

He flinched at the sound, his entire body shaking. He ripped off his helmet, revealing tear-streaked cheeks and eyes filled with a raw, painful vulnerability.

"I should've won," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "It was right there, Y/N. I had it, and I messed up. Everything. Every stupid corner, every gear shift…" His voice trailed off, replaced by a ragged breath.

Y/N cupped his face in her hands, her touch gentle but firm. "Hey," she said, her voice laced with an unwavering strength. "Look at me."

Lando met her gaze, his eyes filled with self-loathing. "I'm not good enough, am I? I keep letting everyone down. The team, the fans… you."

"No!" Y/N's voice rose, cutting through his self-deprecating spiral. "Don't you dare say that. This doesn't define you, Lando. One race, one mistake, doesn't erase all the talent, all the hard work you've put in."

He scoffed, a humorless sound. "Talent? Maybe I was just lucky all along. A fluke. Now the luck's run out, and I'm left with nothing."

"Stop it!" Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and love. "Those voices in your head, they're lying. You hear me? Lying! You are talented, Lando Norris. One of the most talented drivers on the grid. This doesn't change that."

He leaned into her touch, a flicker of doubt battling with the storm of negativity in his eyes. Y/N continued, her voice a soothing balm against his self-destruction.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Lando. Even the best. But you, you get back up. You learn from it, come back stronger. That's who you are. That's the Lando I know and love."

A tear escaped his eye, tracing a warm path down his cheek. He blinked it away, a flicker of something akin to hope replacing the despair. He leaned his forehead against hers, seeking solace in her unwavering belief.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. "You wouldn't have to," she whispered. "We're in this together, every win, every crash, every doubt. We face them together, okay?"

He nodded, a shaky breath escaping his lips. In the dimly lit corner of the garage, surrounded by the wreckage of his dream race, Y/N became his anchor, her love the only voice that could silence the storm raging inside him. The road ahead might be filled with uncertainty, but with her by his side, Lando knew he could weather any storm.

[munsons-hellfire]

Forever Together 2 | Ploy!Bat Boys

SUMMARY: You struggle to come to terms with the battle against Hybern. But Feyre’s pregnancy looms over everyone. And while everyone is worried about her and the babe with wings your mates are worried about you and the state you’ve been left in.

PAIRINGS: Bat Boys x Reader

CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of trauma, mentions of war, mentions of death, lying, the inner circle, cliff hanger

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This post is out a little late, mainly because I couldn't post it while I was at work as I did not have my laptop. It's looking like this is turning into a series if I can't get everything finished in part 3. I really don't want to rush it so it might be turning into a series. If you wish to be tagged in the next part let me know in the comments.

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

Feyre is pregnant. You were happy for her and Ryder, you knew they deserved it after all the trouble they’d gone through just to be with each other. Since the war had ended you and your mates had not yet accepted the bond fully. Cassian and Azriel were on missions and you and Rhysand were working hard with the other High Lords to come to an agreement on the treaty. Right now that was the least of your concerns.

You were curled up on Rhysand’s lap, your head rested on his chest while his arms were draped around your body. Cassian and Azriel had found it hard to keep their eyes off their mates. It had been hard to separate you from Rhy’s side as of late. Though the High Lord wasn’t complaining. Everyone was in the room in your home that Rhys had built after the war. It was nice to be able to come home to the three males. Feyre and Ryder had a home built right next to yours.

Right now they were discussing whether they should tell Lucien about his true heritage. You didn’t agree with them in the slightest, and their reasoning for not wanting to tell him was starting to anger you. You knew you were pushing it down the bond, you knew that Rhys, Cass, and Az could feel everything you were sending them. It wasn’t fair to Lucien to be kept in the dark about who his father really was.

You felt differently towards this whole conversation, you wanted to know what it was like to truly have a brother. And Lucien was your brother, he was your half-brother; but still he was blood nonetheless. And you knew he deserved to know. You had disliked how they all had treated him in the aftermath of what Hybern had done to Nesta and Elain. You knew he wasn’t in the right, but he didn’t deserve the treatment he was getting.

You felt an unbearable headache coming on, you’d have to stop at Madja to see if she’d have anything for the pain, and maybe you’d get a sleeping tonic to hopefully allow you to at least get one peaceful sleep without nightmares. The constant arguing was starting to get on your nerves. Finally you had enough and stood up from Rhy’s lap. You already missed his warmth and wanted to crawl back into his lap.

”Are you ok, love?” Azriel questioned, his brow lifted as he leaned forward in his seat next to Cassian. His hazel eyes were glued to you. There was a trace of worry in his features.

”This isn’t right.” You mumbled, walking to the center of the room. You wrapped your arms around your body as all eyes were now on you. “I don’t think this should be kept from him.”

”Y/N, Lucien is in the human lands, one secret won’t hurt him.” Rhy’s soft voice swam through your pointed ears. Shock fell upon your features as you stared at your mate.

”No, I won’t have it.” You glared at him, at the male who had made you his High Lady.

”Why? Why are you so eager to tell that male?” Amren asked, her eyes blazing brightly as she stared at you.

”Because he deserves to know his father.” You paused, closing your mouth. You were trying so hard to hold back the tears but waves were crashing into you like you weren’t made of stone. “Because I deserve a brother who loves me, and doesn’t treat me like shit, one who didn’t get my mother killed. I deserve better than those Illyrian bastards I was forced to call brothers. Most importantly, Lucien deserves a family who loves him for him and not who he sided with.”

The hurt was evident in your voice as you spoke to them. You couldn’t stand it anymore. All their eyes on you. Taking a deep breath in to calm yourself, then you released it. Turning away from them you quickly walked out of the room heading to your shared room with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel. All of whom had exchanged a concerned look with each other.

”I think it’s best if we come back to this matter on a later day.” Rhys said, as he stood from his chair and walked out of the living room heading down the hallway. Cassian and Azriel would see to it that everyone left and then they’d join you and Rhys.

When you made it to the bedroom you collapsed into the bed and pulled the covers over your head. You didn’t understand why this was something that needed to be discussed. Lucien deserved to know that Helion was his father, that you were his half-sister. You deserved so much and so did he. You pressed your eyes closed tightly when you heard the door open. You weren’t in the mood to talk to any of them tonight, not while the emotions were still fresh in your mind.

You felt Rhys press his body into you, his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you and the cover closer to him. His chin rested on top of your hair, slowly you started to remove the cover from the top half of your body. Just as Cassian and Azriel walked into the room. You felt the bed dip again. Cassian was on the other side of you and Azriel was behind Rhys.

Since coming home from the war you had curled up next to Rhys at night, while Cassian and Azriel would often switch which side of the bed they slept on. Rhy’s violet eyes found yours, he pulled his hand up and rested it on your cheek.

“Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you darling?” Rhys asked, his voice so soft. You shook your head, Rhys’ hand moving with your movement.

“Not tonight, I-I can’t.” Your lips were trembling as more fresh tears fell down your face.

“We’ll talk about it when you're ready sweetheart.” Cassian was the next to speak, he nudged his head into your neck and breathed in your sweet scent.

“Get some sleep, love.” Azriel was the next to speak. You once again found yourself nodding your head. It was difficult to come up with the words right now. You snuggled up between your three mates and eventually sleep found you but it wasn’t a dreamless sleep like you’d hoped for.

☾

They were surrounding you, there was nowhere to go. And you’d be forced with only one option, kill them. They were now a fading memory, fighting on the losing side. You were covered in blood, your hair was caked with that blood and dirt. Your fingers tightened around your sword, knuckles turning white from the grip. Rhys had reached out to you via mind informing you that Cassian had been injured.

“Well… look at you.” The male whom you thought was your father spoke to you. “You think you’re tough and strong now.” He wasn’t your father, Helion was. Though the other males were still your half-brothers.

“I have nothing to prove to you.” Your voice was venomous as the words dripped from your lips. The  male glanced at your brothers. A hideous laugh escaped his mouth, then he lifted his blade in the air and ran towards you. Your brothers stood still, while your own blade came in contact with the male’s sword.

Grunts escaped from you as you fought him off. Your power was itching to break free. It tingles inside you. You ignored it just as the sword cut your shoulder. A wince escaped you and the males laughed loudly, but that was enough for you to lose all control you had left. Suddenly you blacked out, when you  came to you were on your knees. Sword next to you as you breathed heavily. They were no more.

But then everything changed, you were in front of your mates. Sad looks crossed their faces. They were kneeling on the ground. Two Hybern soldiers held onto you. Hybern himself stood behind your mates.

“Such a pity you had to be mated to these three batards.” Hybern’s words slammed into you, constricting your lungs.

“No, please. Don’t touch them.” You cried out.

But the words didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how much you begged him. You felt your heart stop when you no longer felt them through the bond.

“No! No!” You pulled yourself out of the bed, running to the bathroom and hurling the contents of your dinner up. You calmed slightly when you felt their welcoming presence. A few of Az’s shadows curled around your body helping you cool down. Sweat covered you entirely, you could feel their concern through the bond. But you knew they could feel your fear.

“What was it, love?” Azriel’s voice was close to your ears. Cassian had his hands wrapped around your hair keeping it from falling into your face while you continued to hurl up the rest of your dinner. Rhys and Az placed a hand on you, both rubbing soothing circles on your back. Since returning from the war there had been a lot of nights like this. But Ryder was the only one who truly knew about your nightmares.

“Bad dream.” You whispered when the hurling finally stopped.

“Please tell us what you saw.” Cassian was the one to speak this time. But you couldn’t speak it into existence.

“Show me darling, only if you can.” Rhys said, speaking in your mind. So you lowered your shield and allowed Rhysand to see what you had dreamed tonight. It had been the same, but this was the first night you had dreamt a nightmare where your mates died. “Can I show Cass and Az?”

“Yes.” You replied back.

You moved to the floor, the shadows that had left their master followed you and continued to glide around your body. You kept your eyes closed, Rhys picked you up from the bathroom floor and carried you back to the bed. Azriel and Cassian followed behind you and him. It was quiet, you assumed that the males were talking to each other, trying to figure out what to do. How to handle your trauma. These nightmares were constant, never ending. You never caught a break, always losing sleep because of the nightmares.

The four of you settled into the bed in the same position you’d been in before you’d woken up. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, tears starting to fall from your eyes.

“There is nothing to apologize for, love.” Azriel whispered, he had his chin resting on Rhysand’s shoulder, and his hazel eyes were on you. His shadows moved around until they eventually covered the four of you. They were protecting you and your mates.

“It’s okay to feel this way. You have gone through so much, and you will get through this.” Cassian nuzzled his head into your neck, he moved his hand to rest on your waist and gently began to move his finger in a circle, a motion he knew calmed you down.

“You almost lost Cassian, you and Az both. You all experienced my death, and I can never take back what I did. I truly am sorry for putting you three through that. I’m here now, and I’m not leaving any of you again.” Rhys made the declaration clear to his mates. “I love you all equally, and I promise we will get through this together. We’ll help you with your nightmares.”

You nodded in understanding “I wish I didn't kill them. I hate that they are responsible for my mother’s death, but I regret killing them.” You paused trying to think of what to say next, you knew that they’d seen it. How you had acted in the nightmare when you killed them was exactly what had happened and even after all these months after the war it still haunted you.

“You did what you had to.” Azriel said.

“I blacked out. I panicked. I didn’t think I could do that, I didn’t even mean to kill them. It just happened and I know that’s probably not an excuse but that’s what happened. Next thing I knew Helion was in front of me and then Rhys was gone and I couldn’t feel him.”

Rhys tightened his arms around you, it still felt like a dream. It still felt like Rhys and Cass weren’t here and it was just you, and Azriel, and his shadows. Since you had lost your wings nothing was falling into place the way you thought it would and right now it really didn’t seem real.

“It’s real, Cass and I are real.” His smooth voice ran through your ears. You only gave a brief nod. Sleep was starting to fall over you again. But you didn’t know how long you would get before the nightmares returned.

☾

The sun shined brightly in your shared room. But you were quickly disappointed when you discovered none of your mates were in the bed with you. Throwing the covers off your body you stood to quickly change into comfortable clothes rather than going for a dress. Being the High Lady of the Night Court was the least of your worries right now. You opened the door and started to traverse down the hallway, voices were coming from the living room.

You could hear Rhys talking, though you were unsure of who he was talking to. Slowly you came to a stop and listened in on the conversation. You could tell that Cass and Az were in the room as well. You assumed judging by the hushed whispers that everyone else was included in the conversation but you. Which only meant one thing, they were discussing Lucien without you.

“Y/N is going to be beyond angry when she finds out that we voted without her.” It was Feyre’s voice that you hear break through Rhys’s comment.

“I know, but right now I don’t think it’s a great idea for Lucien to know. Y/N needs time to process the events of the war and she needs time to focus on the powers that she received from Helion. Lucien would be an added distraction on top of all of that.” Rhysand said.

They were going to keep this from you. A secret. One of many you assumed. You didn’t want to hear anymore of this. You stepped around the corner and looked at everyone in the room. Rhysand had his back to you.

“You voted not to tell him?” The hurt was evident in your voice. Cassian and Azriel were quick to stand up as Rhysand turned towards you. A look of shock on his face, clearly he had not expected you to be awake. “I woke up to an empty bed, one without my mates. So I came searching only to discover that you thought it was best that I didn’t have an added distraction. What in your right mind thought that was best for me? He’s my brother, he deserves to know.” The anger flared in your body and it was evident in the way that your power had started to show.

The light illuminates your body, some have to look away. “I thought it was best! Y/N. Cass and Az didn’t have a say in the matter.”

You shook your head. “I can’t believe you, Rhys. This is a new low even for you. Keeping that from him and Helion would only damage my relationship with both males. Did you even stop to think about that, about what might happen if they found out, if they found out that I lied to them.”

“I-”

“No. That’s not fair. Not fair to them and not fair to me.”

Before he could get another word in you winnowed away. It was the only thing you’d really learned to get the hang of after discovering what powers you’d received from your father. A door opened, before anything came out of your mouth you collapsed into the arms of the male that is your brother.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Lucien questioned, eyes on you.

“You’re my brother.” The shock was so clear on his face, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

[missuscupid]

content warning: john price's secretary, use of good girl, age gap (reader is in her late twenties/early thirties, john is forties), price doesn’t like the share, both are kinda pervy lets be real.

[ pt. 2 ]

you were such a good girl- always keeping your head down and following orders. john knew just how happy you were to please him. he saw it every day, that twinkle in your eyes every time he seemed pleased with whatever you were doing and offered a gruff "thank you" in your direction. he saw the way that you looked to him for approval anytime you did anything; it was like you wanted him to praise you and who was john to deny an angel such as yourself?

the problem with having a pretty thing stationed right outside his door is that it seemed to attract mutts. young recruits, older soldiers, his own taskforce seemed to linger just a moment too long while delivering papers. his most recent notice was one of the baby-faced recruits that seemed to flush red as soon as he dropped papers on the desk for the captain. it was hard not to- the way you smiled so prettily and bat your eyelashes as you thanked him, ignoring the way his eyes seemed to go straight down the thin silk blouse you were wearing.

john hated watching- hated the way that he noticed the recruit draw his eyes from your breast up to the tiny diamond necklace around your neck. a gift from someone john couldn't remember- a family member maybe. he was sure he'd remember if it was a spouse or boyfriend at least.

"love," john's voice cut through, gruff and demanding, "bring me that file please."

and the recruit was off, scurrying with his tail between his legs and a buckled little bye as he went. like the good girl you were, you were up and across the office at the first request. you bent, sliding the file onto his desk.

"thank you love," the pet names should've raised concern but you didn't think anything of it. it was common to hear around the base, men constantly eyeballing and calling out a reminder of your status to them. nothing more than a pretty face for the most part. you just nodded, halfway turning around when you heard the pen hit the floor.

whether it was intentional or not, john would never confirm but he wanted you bend, skirt slowly riding up your thighs as you went. his eyes were glued to your backside, daring you to bend just a little further to get a glance at the panties underneath your tights; were they as white and pure as you acted? a lacy red begging to be taken? or maybe you didn't wear anything at all-

he was hard underneath the desk, chair pulled up just enough that it wouldn't have been noticeable. not when you turned back to drop the pen onto the desk, the warm smell of vanilla still against your skin.

"anything else i can do for you, sir?"

"that'll be it." he cleared his throat, “pull the door closed on your way out.”

the door tugged shut behind you and only mere seconds later, john was tugging open the belt securing his pants.

he fisted his cock in his hand, slowly moving it underneath his desk to the thought of you. all long legs and short skirts. fat, soft hips that he wanted to grab. a thin shirt he could snap in a moment. he moved faster, a groan escaping his lips as his head fell back against the chair. rhythmically he moved, fisting into his own hand as his orgasm crept up. only a few short thrusts into his hand and cum pooled at the tip, slipping down his fist and towards his belt with guilt slowly settling in his stomach.

was it so wrong to think about the pretty secretary he had hired specifically to keep him entertained? probably.

but if he knew you were on the other side with your ear pressed against the door and your panties already wet thinking about him, he might be able to forgive himself.

[merthosus]

Hi! Do you mind doing like an angsty fluff with Diego where you finally meet him again in the 60s at Elliot’s after he’s been stuck at the mental institution, but somethings off, he’s got someone else glued to his hip.

Meeting again

Summary: You were the last sibling, landing onto your feet, infront of a usual looking ally. The first thing, which came to your mind was finding the others, especially Diego. But little did you know, after finding him you wish you never did.

Thank you for your lovely request, even tho it broke my heart! Also, here a sexy poster from Five I fell in love with! With every purchase you automatically support me :) https://amzn.to/3yGK6Fm

“She’s… we’ve been through a lot together”

After getting brutally teleported into a different timeline, falling out of two meters onto hard concrete and getting cat-called by multiple old man on the streets, your day already was ruined. Thinking that it couldn't get any worse was understandable but at the same time so wrong. It got worse, it got incredibly worse.

You were on a hunt. `your prey?', you may ask. A six foot tall, handsome (you would never tell him that, his ego is big enough), and amazingly accurate knife throwing man. It was difficult to overlook him. You were kind of disappointed, that he didn't make you a trail out of knifes like in Hensel and Gretel. Something like that would have made it easier to find him. But as you knew him, everywhere he stepped a foot, he left a mark. Involuntary most times.

34 days later...

You’ve been searching for Diego for what feels like forever, a gnawing worry in your gut that only grew with each passing day. When you finally heard that he’d been taken to a mental institution after landing in the 60s, your heart dropped. The relief of knowing he was alive was quickly overshadowed by the fear of what he’d been through.

The day you finally walk into Elliot’s place, you spot him immediately. Your heart leaps at the sight of him—alive, whole, and so achingly familiar. But something’s off. He’s not alone. There’s a woman glued to his side, her hand resting on his arm as if it belongs there. She’s talking to him, and he’s smiling down at her, a softness in his eyes that you’ve only ever seen directed at you.

You freeze in the doorway, the world tilting on its axis. The Diego you know would have come running to you, would have swept you into his arms without a second thought. But this Diego just glances up, his eyes widening in surprise, then flicking back to the woman beside him. It’s like a punch to the gut, leaving you breathless and disoriented.“Diego?” Your voice is small, uncertain, as if you’re not sure if this is really happening. His gaze finally locks onto yours, and for a moment, you see the Diego you know—the one who fought for you, who would do anything to keep you safe. But then he steps back, putting a small distance between the two of you, as if he’s unsure of how to bridge the gap that’s formed between you.

“Y/N,” he says, your name coming out in a breath, like he’s been holding it in this whole time. But his tone is guarded, almost hesitant, and it breaks your heart a little more. The woman at his side looks between the two of you, confusion and maybe a hint of understanding dawning on her face. You force yourself to smile, but it feels brittle. “It’s good to see you,” you say, even though every part of you is screaming that this isn’t right. That something has changed, something you don’t know if you can fix.

Diego glances at the woman beside him, then back at you. “This is Lila,” he introduces, and there’s something in the way he says her name that makes your stomach churn. “She’s… she helped me get out of the hospital.” “Helped?” The word comes out sharper than you intended, and you see Diego flinch. Lila doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe she just doesn’t care. She smiles at you, and it’s almost too easy, too friendly. “Yeah, helped,” Diego replies, his voice softer now, like he’s trying to ease you into something you’re not ready to hear. “She’s… we’ve been through a lot together.”

The unspoken words hang in the air between you, and you can feel your heart cracking just a little more with each passing second. “I’m glad you’re okay,” you manage to say, even though your voice trembles. Diego’s eyes soften, and for a brief moment, it’s just the two of you again, like it used to be. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says, and you know he means it, but there’s still that barrier between you, the one you’re not sure how to cross.

Lila touches his arm, and the moment shatters. “We should go,” she says, looking up at Diego, and he nods, though he looks back at you as if he wants to say something more. “Yeah,” he agrees, and the word feels like a goodbye. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

You nod, unable to trust your voice. You watch as they walk away, side by side, and it feels like your heart is being wrenched out of your chest. But just before they disappear, Diego glances back at you one last time, and in his eyes, you see it—the regret, the confusion, the love he’s trying so hard to push down. And you know, deep down, that this isn’t the end. But it doesn’t stop it from hurting like hell.

Alright I will go cry now but still thanks for the request :)

[nicolesainz]

“Written mine on my upper thigh” LN4

Lando Norris x f!reader

Author’s note: My comeback story HAD to be about the winner of the Dutch Grand Prix (by 22 seconds) and @freedaxf1 ‘s husband!! I present to you, possessive Lando Norris

Summary: Lando and you have been having an on and off relationship since your teenage years. While he lives his life in England, you’re back home trying to move on but everything seems impossible. What happens when Lando finally tracks the continues cycle?

Warnings: inaccuracies about Lando’s job and birthday, sexual themes, minors dni, 18+, nicknames, oral sex!

His eyes had been glued to my body for the better part of the night. I must admit mine were doing the exact same, given with how good he was looking. In all the years we have known each other this was one of the times where I have caught myself thinking “I will never share him with anyone. He is mine.”

I had come to London for a play with my friend group and we all decide to collectively separate our schedules and explore the city. In my case, I had been desperate enough to let someone else explore me. I knew that if I spent another month without his touch, I would need to buy a third vibrator.

As I was walking into the fourth bookstore of the day, trying to find as many new romance novels as possible, thankful I decided to pack very lightly, and my luggage had some extra space. It was at the very moment when my fingers laid on Shakespeare’s “Othello” when a raspy British voice tingled my entire body, “No surprise finding you looking at England’s most profound litterateur work.”

I turned around to be met with the most crystal blue eyes I had ever encountered in my life. They also happened to be the eyes of the man that drove me insane for most of my teenage years and fell in love with. I also was not surprised when I caught him licking his lips as he was staring into mine. Usually what that meant in both our minds was “Yours or mine?”

“I am starting to believe you have put a tracker on me given I can’t hide from you.”

“You will never find it sweetheart. I am better at hiding than you will ever be.”

“Now that you mentioned it, a certain pair of panties has me feeling uneasy every time I wear them on dates, maybe that’s your hiding spot.”

“Probably shouldn’t have worn them whilst you were with me. Or even when you weren’t with me, since it’s a sign that I have marked them as mine.”

“A tracker was unnecessary. The universe has sided with you, knowing all my dates were major failures.”

“I won’t lie to you, so I can’t say I am sorry for you baby. After all, I hardly doubt you reached a point with those poor fellas where you screamed their name as loud as you did mine.”

This probably would be an ideal time for him but very unfortunate time for me to admit that I once misnamed one of my dates and used his name instead. And an even more annoying fact that he was right about was that I had never reached a point with any of those guys to moan their names, or even let them touch me.

The past 3 months I hadn’t allowed myself to get physical with anyone else but him. Everyone was slowly starting to wonder why my visits to London were becoming more and more regular. As the months were going by quite fast, the use of my vibrator was becoming an even more usual habit. The moment I die I know there’s a place for me in hell, with the amount of times I have surrendered myself to the captivating voice of this Englishman, making the most unholy thoughts about his tongue and fingers touching the most inappropriate parts of my body, as I slide in my vibrator, imagining his insanely powerful body thumping against mine, groaning and moaning his name louder than a holy prayer.

“What brings you around my place this time? Missed my cock so much couldn’t get enough of it?”

“Friend group getaway if you so badly want to know. And trust me if I wanted to fuck you so much with one single call, I could have made you travel back home and wreck me, like the good obedient boy you are.”

“I think you are mistaking me for you darling. I don’t remember being the one who came knocking on one’s door begging for a night of pleasure. Or the one who screamed the other’s name so loud they lost their voice the next day and wanted to be fucked in front of a mirror so they could see how well I fit inside of them.”

I absolutely hate it how he knows exactly which buttons to push in order to play with my brain. Well, you’re the one who lets him so, it’s more your fault, not his. Although I absolutely love it when he pushes those buttons during sex.

I will never admit to his face that he is the best sex I have ever had. He doesn’t need to know that his ego doesn’t need more boost. Ever since I last saw him, he has changed massively. His hair has turned into a darker shade, the fuzziness in his hair has been replaced by a regular curly cut and only a few strands can be seen from the excess of his beanie. He probably has grown a few inches as well, hopefully his cock has as well.

“Say, how did you find me? If you are stalking me, I should get restraining orders now.”

“Happy coincidence. I was looking for new law books about school. And also, a gift for your birthday.”

My heart stopped when he said he was looking a gift for my birthday. I sent him a month ago for his own birthday a scrap book from my last visit in London with pictures we took of each other of the different sights we visited, maybe a few sneaky ones in bed as well.

“You know you don’t have to buy me anything. A text or a call is more than enough.”

“I know, my love, but nonetheless I had to get you something. Thought it was better than anything else.”

“Surely not better than being with you or hearing your voice.”

After I managed to escape from his eyesight, I went back to my room to get changed for the night out me and the guys were about to have. We mutually agreed not to pull an all-nighter so we would be in time tomorrow for the play. With the chilly weather I was met today, I decided that along with my tight dark blue dress, a pair of see-through leggings would be more than ideal. I was on a call with the girls and as I was applying my red lipstick, a message popped up on my screen.

“Try not to catch a cold tonight babe.”

Such small messages declaring his love for me were everything I was asking for in a man and I am thankful they are parts of him. We weren’t in a proper relationship but to the people that didn’t know me very well like my friends, I was always saying “Oh I have a boyfriend, but he lives in the UK”, because he indeed was the closest things I had to one.

When I finally found the location of the club, I managed to easily spot my friends, and I was greeted with many drinks to pick from. Alcohol heaven for sure. I decided to refrain from drinking over 2 glasses so I could enjoy their company more sober than drunk and in case I needed to carry anyone back to their hotels.

After 2 hours all the girls found themselves dancing on the main floor to a remix of Jason Derulo and Lady Gaga, the dirtier the better. All the lights were flashing on our bodies and every man around us was raising their glasses to the way we were dancing. One certain man though wasn’t very pleased with the way I was dancing.

My vision was slightly blurry, but I could tell from the facial expression and the crossed arms that his blood was boiling and the more I was shaking my ass, the more he was ready to throw hands to the other men that were drooling over me and then grab me from the waist and drag me out of the club. I slowly stopped and was about to go sit down with the boys of my friend group, when I felt a sudden arm forcing me away from the couch.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Or were you not thinking at all?” his voice has risen an octave higher than the music and had shaken me to my core. He has never yelled at me.

“I was just dancing. There’s no need to yell at me.”

“Almost 50 men were one step away from getting on the dance floor and laying their hands on you. Do you call that ‘just dancing’?”

“I wasn’t dancing alone, and I wasn’t the only one dancing in that manner.”

“Do you think I care what the other girls do?”

“I still don’t get where all this possessiveness comes from? I get that we have a good time together, I love you and you love me, but we aren’t in a relationship. You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want.”

“You do whatever you want and yet you let me play with you whenever you’re near me. You never stop me. You haven’t slept with other men since we last met and you always talk about how much you are missing me. I only talk about you to my friends, and I refuse to go on dates knowing you’re in another country saving yourself. So, forgive me if I care about you even though I am not your boyfriend.”

As much as it pains me sometimes to admit, I would give anything for him to be my boyfriend. He is the only man I trust with my heart and body. I hadn’t fallen in love with another man ever since we first kissed back when I turned 18. So yes, I can complain as much as I want.

“Feeling better now? I have stopped dancing, and I will go home to wear my nun costume so no man in sight sees any possible skin from my body. Will this please you? Or should I cover my face as well?”

“What would please me is if I had you every day close to my body, wrapped inside my arms, kissing your every inch day and night, claim you as mine forever but god forbid, we are ever in the same place for at least 2 weeks.”

I do not hold back, and I grab his face into my palms and kiss him fiercely. Every time we kiss, I get more and more intoxicated. I am being drugged by the best possible addictive poison. My heart is filled to the very top and I do not desire anything else more in this world that having him kissing me until my breath is cut short.

His tongue dances with mine and the feeling of vodka mixed with gin burns my throat in a pleasing way. I can feel my lipstick being smudged all over his face and as my hands are wrapped around his neck, my leg finds its way around his waist to pull him closer to my body. Everything betrays his power on me as I can feel him growing against me and moaning softly.

“Not here. I need you all for myself. Where are you staying?”

In just a few minutes I find myself slammed against the shower wall, with the water covering both our bodies, extending the heat. His lips found their way on my neck and his fingers are playing with my hardened nipples. My mouth can’t possibly contain the ungodly moans that he is producing and fuck him nothing can ever top this.

“Say once more than you aren’t mine and I will stop being gentle with you.”

“I am so yours. No other man kisses me the way you do. No other man touches me the way you do.”

“No sweetheart, no other man is allowed to touch you. Get it?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Words barely are being phrased properly as I scream in pleasure when he softly bites my nipple after having bitted my collarbone. I have come to terms with the fact that I love it when he is biting me. It’s his way of showing that he loves me. I literally have no control of my body the moment he lays his kisses on me. Its absolutely beautiful.

“I love no one else but you. Oh, how I adore you.” I manage to mumble through the groans.

“What an angel you are. From the moment I met you I knew I was done. Oh, you are never leaving my grasp.”

“Then don’t make me leave. I can be yours, I am yours.”

He then proceeds to fall on his knees, so he can be met with my womanhood as he raised my leg over his shoulder for better view.

“Facetiming you will never compare to the real deal. Oh, my beauty.” And my hands instantly grab against his hair and pull then tightly as his tongue is toying with my wet core. Every inch of my body is trembling and I can’t physically stop moaning his name that by now even the neighbours are well aware of his existence.

“Be mine. Be mine forever. I will give you anything, all I want in return is you.”

“Don’t stop. Oh, I missed you. You take care of me better than anyone else.”

“I can’t go another 3 months without seeing you. Stay with me.”

“I love you but oh my, you know I can’t.”

“Be my girlfriend. Please let me be yours. Let me claim you as mine. Let me take care of you for the rest of your life.”

I look down on him as his lips detach from myself and the cold breeze of the shower hits me with an open mouth from the shock he just caused. I never in my life thought he would ask me to be his girlfriend. It made my heart shutter when I couldn’t have him years ago and now that I am given the chance, everything restored. All I could possibly ask for.

“You probably found the best timing in the world to ask me such question. At my most vulnerable.”

“Want me to ask you after I am finished eating you up darling?”

“I mean, no, my answer would be the very same.”

“Which is? Care to share with an impatient man?”

“A million times yes. Do you think I have spent all this money in visiting you for you to ask me that question and then say no? I would have been insane.”

“You kind of are insane.”

“Excuse me?”

“You go insane every time we kiss and then you drive me insane so we are even.”

“Insane boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Surely the perfect match.”

[loveharlow]

Heyy hope you are doing well! Can you pls do Rafe as a bully and then fem/rafe sleep together.

i know you probably wanted something a little more in depth but this was all i could do blurb wise😭 Rafe isn't really a bully but more of an asshole here but i still like how it came out tho

implied dub-con, swearing

The party was in full swing at this point. No one could hear one another over the bass of the music but they continued to talk like they could regardless, the endless chatter adding to the deafening noise inside of the Figure Eight mansion.

You'd never been to a Kook Party before now. Living on the Cut for most of your life meant keggers, kickbacks, and beach bashes. Not house parties and nightclubs. Kook life was new to you but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain, really.

You'd found a good group of friends, the same ones that had drug you out of your house in the first place. Right now, you were off your rocker, mindlessly playing beer pong with one of your friends that you'd been glued to all night.

You'd just beat her in your third round, hands drunkenly thrown up in the air, completely forgetting about the half-full cup that you had in your hand. "Boom, baby! Three in a motherfucking row-"

"Yo, what the fuck?!"

Your head whipped around to find a fuming Rafe Cameron standing behind you, beer dripping down the side of his face and length of his neck, dribbling into his half-buttoned polo shirt. Party-goers started to 'ooh' around the both of you.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-"

"Are you fucking stupid?" Your face fell at his words, morphing from one of genuine concern to a nasty, offended snarl. "Shouldn't your ass be bussing tables down at The Wreck or some shit?" He spat, using a napkin handed to him by one of his yes-men to wipe his face.

A few people laughed, the mild embarrassment making your cheeks and ears grow hot. "It was an accident." You scoffed, eyes fleeting around you nervously before tilting your chin up. "You don't have to be a dick about it..."

"Yeah, you've seen plenty of those haven't you?" He chuckled meanly, looking around at his friends with a smirk before turning back to you. "Maybe I was wrong. The waitress vibe doesn't suit you but I could see you on your knees for a couple bucks. Girls gotta eat somehow, right?" He joked, the guys crowded behind him breaking out into laughter. He leaned down, face just inches from yours as he spoke to you lowly. "Why don't you go back to the slums where you fucking belong?"

You bit the inside of your lip, looking down at your feet for just a moment before something inside prompted you to reel your arm back, splashing what remained inside the plastic red cup into his face. The people standing around watching and egging you on with cheers and sounds of amusement.

You wasted no time in throwing the cup to the ground, looking the boy up and down, and stomping off into another part of the house, less crowded and hot. "Hey!" You heard a voice boom behind you, peering over your shoulder as you walked away to see Rafe hot on your tail, ducking through the cliques of people, basically shoving them to the side.

"Fuck off!" You shouted back, picking up speed and heading for the stairs inside of the house. Reaching them, you practically bolted upstairs, as fast as you could in the mini dress you had on.

Rounding the corner, you were about to enter an unoccupied bathroom before a rough hand grasped your shoulder and turned you around, pinning you against the wall.

"You throw a drink in my face and think I'd just let you walk away?" The Cameron boy spat in your face, staring down at you like an angry bull.

"I told you, it was just an accident. You were the one who had to go and call me broke slut in front of every body as if you're some kind of upstanding citizen yourself."

"Do you know who the fuck I am?"

"There isn't a single person on this island who doesn't." You told the boy. "But I'm not everyone else. I couldn't give two shits about who you are, Rafe." You spat.

He clearly wasn't fond of your answer, using his grip on your shoulder to roughly shove you into the nearest room, shoving the door shut with the bottom of his shoe and guiding you over to the bed until he was close enough to throw you on top of it.

Your body bounced as you hit the mattress, eyes finding Rafe standing to the side fiddling with his belt buckle. You couldn't help but chuckle in your semi-drunken state. "You're seriously going to try to fuck me after the shit you said to me?"

"Try?" Was all he laughed out in response, shoving his pants down his legs and throwing off his polo shirt, the action leaving his hair messier than before.

"And what makes you think I want to fuck you?" You spat, sitting up straighter on the bed, leaning on your elbows for support. He simply eyed you down and licked his lips.

"There isn't a single person on this island who doesn't."

©loveharlow.

heads up: i added emoji anons to my blog, so feel free to send an ask to take one if you frequently send in asks!

[stinkysam]

Monkey D. Luffy - Glue.

Warning : nsfw, top!reader

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "OPLA!Luffy x male reader. (Maybe continuation from that swordsman reader fic, it was real cute, loved everyone’s dynamic) Just luffy getting horny and practically demanding reader to fuck him." - anon

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : Part ONE // Part THREE

-cis women dni-

Luffy wouldn't stop staring at you, smiling. And he wouldn't give you your space either.

Generally, you wouldn't worry. He does that to everyone. Entering their personal space without shame. But here, it felt like it was only with you for the past few days.

"What do you want, Luffy ?" You asked, standing up. He does the same, still leaning against you.

"Nothing." He said with a smile.

"Listen, I love you."

"I love you too."

"And I love your occasional clinginess."

"Mh." He nodded, listening.

"But why are you glued to me right now ?"

"I think you might know, [Name]." He said, pushing himself closer, smiling. Slightly rubbing his pelvis against you.

You stared at him, trying to see if he was serious and if you were understanding correctly, a small smile creeping on your face.

"What if you used your words ?"

"But I don't want to." He pouted, trying to use his puppy eyes.

"Then I don't know what you're talking about." You said, turning away.

"But [Name]..." He whined and sighed. "Fine… Can you… fuck me, please ? I really want to."

You turned around to fully face him, still remaining close to him, your hips against his.

Your smile grew and Luffy did the same, his smile growing larger as well.

"I'm going to take good care of you." You said and he nodded as you kissed him. He wrapped his legs around you as you walked to his hammock and climbed inside. He was grinning ear to ear.

There wasn't much space and it wasn't as steady as a normal bed but this would do.

Luffy was resting on top of you, humping against you and humming softly. He was so eager.

You pulled him closer, making him gasp as his growing hard on rubbed against you. You continued like this for a few minutes, humping and kissing one another, touching yourselves under your clothes. His warm skin against yours.

"[Name]..."

"I know, love." You said against his lips before finally tugging on his clothes, undressing him and throwing them aside. Luffy did the same with your clothes with your help.

He moved back, the hammock shook and you almost fell to the floor as you grabbed the sides.

"Luffy ?" You looked at him, confused.

"I wanna taste you." He simply said. "Is that okay ?"

You slowly nodded and he wrapped his lips around your still soft dick, still staring at your face for any sign of discomfort. You looked back at him, breathing heavily, wanting nothing more but for him to continue and suck you off.

"Please, move." You said weakly, stopping yourself from grabbing his head and fucking his face.

He tried to smile as you felt his teeth gently press around your dick for a second. He slowly moved -without his teeth touching you- experimenting at first, tasting you and humming.

You sighed, leaning back as you closed your eyes, letting Luffy take care of you for now. You let your soft moans escape your lips, completely forgetting about the other people on the ship, too lost in the pleasure.

He was a bit inexperienced and sloppy but damn it felt good, and these slurping sounds made it ten times better. You could feel his mouth tighten around you as each time he swallowed, sending waves of ecstasy through you.

His tongue wrapping around you, licking you from your sack to your leaking tip.

When he pulled away with a loud pop, as if his lips didn't want to let go of you, his tongue giving you one last lick, you moaned loudly, almost cumming on the spot.

Luffy moved back toward you, placing himself above your wet dick.

"C- can I ?" He asked before slowly sitting on it. Humming loudly as the tip of your cock pushed inside his walls.

"Ah !" He gasped and hissed as he continued to slowly push you in. He sat like this for a while, your cock resting inside him. It felt warm and comfortable, you didn't want to pull away.

Then you placed your hands on his hips, beginning to move him up and down.

"[Name]- wait- ahh !"

"Wanna fuck you, Luffy…"

He hummed and nodded, closing his eyes.

Luffy's ass was engulfing you fully, swallowing your dick whole with each slap of his skin against yours. Your hands were on his hips, pushing and pulling him up and down on you as you moaned.

Luffy moaned too, humming along and he breathed loudly.

"Mmmmh [Name]..."

You heard noise behind the door and a creak as someone opened it only to stop midway.

"Get out !" You yelled, grabbing and throwing whatever your hand could reach against the door, making leave whoever was trying to get in.

You continued to fuck into him, your dick hitting his prostate with almost each thrust, making him gasp and moan out your name as he jumped on you as well. The slapping sound became louder as you bucked into him harder, more desperate to reach your climax.

The hammock creaked loudly, continuously, with every move you both made. Kissing and moaning against each other's skin, as Luffy let out open mouthed "Ah ! Ah ! Ah ! Ah !" with each hit of your cock inside him.

"Ca- can I come inside ?" You asked, feeling your limit near.

He nodded frantically, eyes still closed as he pulled your face against his chest.

You grabbed his dick and began to jerk him off, making him moan louder and come after a few seconds, his seed landing on your naked chest as you continued to move inside him to reach your own end.

You came quickly after him, your cum painting his insides white with a string of moans as well. You fell onto your back, with Luffy against you, his face in the crook of your neck.

"We should do that again, someday."

"Definitely." You said, legs dangling out of the hammock.

You stayed like this for a moment, even taking a nap with your dick still inside him. You really didn't want to pull out.

[ada7201]

Hii! It's the anon that requested for the Layla reader. How are you doing? Hope you feel good! Can I ask for a part 2 of the Layla reader? You pictured her spot on! I want it to be with the other players like shidou or rin and maybe Kaiser and ness (only if you want ofc!) Not forcing any of this so do it at your own pace but it would really make my day if you would! :)

hi! i’d love to do this for you, im sorry i didn’t add all the characters you wanted before and i’m glad i was able to write the character good. im doing good, and thank you!

also, i had no idea how to include kaiser and ness into this but still wanted to write for them, i’ve decided to split this into 2 parts. so i’ll write part 3 a little later (≧∀≦)

༄ part 1 ༄ part 2 ༄ part 3 on the way

bllk boys x sleepy reader, like layla!

Shidou and Rin edition

𖣘 part 1 𖣘 part 2 𖣘 part 3 on the way!

note: end is a bit rushed. i wanted to finish this quickly, and had like no ideas. characters might be ooc. next part might come out in a day depending on how many ideas I get. also, im going somewhere tomorrow so i might not have that much time to write. ( ´△｀) but, i promise im working hard on finishing everyone’s requests!

i love seeing you guys ask for stuff, so don’t be afraid to request things, please（╹◡╹）♡

“where’s y/n?!”

“sleeping.”

“again?”

Rin sighed, yes, you were sleeping again. he shot a glare to the player, before looking back at the screen. he had to watch this match.

you were fast asleep in the cafeteria, after a long night of drawing on a notebook that was supposed to be for becoming a better striker.

it’s not your fault that you got bored, right?

“who’s that girl?” Shidou would hum to himself, taking long strides over to where your body was folded onto the table.

that looked pretty uncomfortable.

so, being the kind man he is, Shidou decided to pick you up roughly and throw you over his shoulder!

your eyes had prominent eye bags, and you seemed sick. it would be the right thing to do!

you gasped at being woken up, and quite literally manhandled onto someone’s shoulder.

“what do you think you’re doing?!” you’d screen to the unknown man, thrashing around.

well, you’re quite lively now, aren’t you?

“you’re sick.” he grins, patting your leg “soothingly” as if he wasn’t basically abducting you.

when he finally let you go, you were quick to get back your team’s room.

“hello y/n.” Rin would say, sharp eyes still glued to the screen like some sort of phone addict.

he had gotten used to you appearing in the room at sudden times.

today was one of the typical break days you had at blue lock, where you all are granted a sweet day of freedom.

not many stayed at blue lock, with the majority of the players choosing to get outside and breathe some fresh air, experiencing the outside world.

although, you don’t usually get picked up by some random tall man in the middle of your nap.

moving on, you sat beside Rin to peer down at his screen, looking for something to distract you.

the day went by pretty fast, unfortunately - and night soon fell.

Rin had decided to go to bed, saying he needed to rest because there was a match coming up.

he was a bit skeptical with letting you stay awake, but he decided on simply allowing you to.

he wasn’t in the middle to argue with you, anyways.

for the rest of the night, you played around with the screen, somehow managing to change the channel and catch up on your favorite show.

that was, until Ego hacked back in and glared at you.

you couldn’t tell what his motive was, as he simply eyes you either his slim fingers laced together.

you stared back, raising a questioning eyebrow at his creepy gaze.

“what are you doing.” he asked, voice low.

“nothing.” you respond, hoping he’d buy your lie.

“go to fucking sleep, y/n.” was all he said, before the screen shut off.

aw, you were just getting to the good part of your show, what a shame.

however, you did as he said, deciding sleeping would be a better option than loosing your soccer career.

you cuddled yourself back into the sheets, eyes shutting soon after.

the morning came soon after, with you being awoken by the sound of … someone yelling, and a monotone voice?

“come on, let me see her!” Shidou would plead, eyes begging as he stood in the doorway.

Rin simply shook his head, folding his arms as he stood in the way on the blonde male.

“what’s up?” you’d mumble, voice hoarse and scratchy from your sudden wake.

“aw, helloooo!” Shidou would coo, a toothy grin on his face as he pushed past Rin to hug you.

“you still look as sick as ever!” he giggled.

“excuse me?!”

Rin sighed. “what time did you sleep, y/n?”

“um… 3, maybe?” you hum curiously, ignoring the way Shidou squished and pet your body as if you were a stuffed toy.

a sick stuffed toy?

“3?” Rin asks, eyes narrowing menacingly.

you gulp.

“blonde hair, run!” you squeal, and Shidou quickly obeys.

he rushed out of the door, hugging you right as Rin chased after the two of you.

[angsthology]

“oh, god, no...” — or an alt title: three people bonding over random things as alex makes a horrible decision

one of his worst ideas ever. he’s never doing it ever again.

a/n ckckckckcck i love u dino anon but i was a bit stumped on where this could go BUT i give u surprise to make it more fun i love love love alex my i wanna say pookie but i cant take that word seriously. also im guilty of oversharing roolore in these suposedly shorter chapters. and now that im realizing things this kinda suck lawl

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

after a long day of media, roo was finally free to do whatever she pleased (that being going back to her hotel and pass out until whatever time her body wakes up). currently, she’s slipping on her backpack and taking her phone out, scrolling mindlessly on her contacts until she found the right name.

“where the hell are you?” she starts, holding her phone to her face. “alright. you wanna watch a movie ‘til we pass out?” she paused waiting for an answer as she walks out of the building, “‘kay, i’ll meet you out front.”

just as she clicked her phone off, she looked up to be met with a face that just… stood there with a smile—making her jump and scream in surprise, catching the attention of people around.

when she collected all her life (that had been scattered when she got spooked) she took notice of the source of her heart-attack. he smiled innocently still, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

alex, the culprit in question didn’t falter (though he did flinch a little bit at her outburst), he saw this one coming and to be quite frank, he did this to himself.

“i deserved that.” he closed his eyes in acceptance of defeat. alas, he brushed it off, he moved to her side and slung a hand around her shoulder. she was about to shrug him off but decided against it. “how would you feel about helping me pick my next hair color?”

that piqued her interest, she finally looks up to come face-to-face with him again, though now a smile graced her face like a cheshire cat.

his face fell. he was starting to slowly regret his decision.

without another word, a large grin still etching her face, she fished her phone out of her pocket and started scrolling through something. when alex tried to take a peek, she immediately moved away to prevent him from doing so mumbling something along the lines of ‘corporate secrets’.

he made a face at her words. but when she finally showed him her screen, he felt as if the face he made before was a bit premature.

“what the hell is that?!” he exclaimed.

she moved her phone so she could see the picture for herself seeing not what she had opened before but rather a video instead, “oh, sorry, this was from my pitbull concert. he’s great, isn’t he?” she happily showed him the video again.

he gave her another face.

“right, uh, here.” she showed him the correct picture.

he paused. “…what is that supposed to be?”

looking at the picture again, she took a second to think about it then shrug, “neon green/yellow-ish, give or take.”

his mouth drops at her direction. “what do you mean?”

“what do you mean, ‘what do i mean’?” she takes a look at his shocked face then decided to continue, “i mean: neon green/yellow-ish!” pausing, thinking back her words, “give or take!” she pauses again and re-clarified much calmer, “okay, maybe a bit more faded and muted.”

he shook his head, non-verbally ending that part of the discussion.

“where are we even going to get that kind of color?”

she shrugs, “i know a guy.”

the two girls were now currently sitting on the couch, the doberman peacefully laying between them—her eyes too, like theirs, glued to the television playing jurassic park when suddenly a knock came, shifting all three of the girls’ attention towards it.

roo was about to get up to check who it was. being who she was, she had to be extra careful who to let into her living quarters.

“it’s me!” the other side announced.

she looked away from the door and blinked, her brows screwing together in thought until she realized who that voice belonged to.

“alex?” she tested the waters.

“yeah!”

she sighed, her eyes then looking expectantly at the dog that lied beside her, tilting her head as if she were the dog asking their owner for something.

the dog whimpers as if groaning at her request. alas, she jumped off the couch begrudgingly walking towards the door and jumping up to open it.

“he— huh?” alex stopped in his tracks when instead of seeing his friend right behind the door, she was way far sitting on the couch with her friend. she greeted him nonetheless then motioning her hand towards the dog that sat quaintly besides the door, smiling up at him happily.

“oh!” he raised his brows in surprise then bending down to pet the dog who happily accepted, “who’s this fella?” he asked in a high-pitched voice, his accent stronger than usual.

“that’s jet, she’s mine.” roo answered from the couch, jurassic park long forgotten. “what are you doing here?” she asked the brit.

alex then moved his attention away from the dog, his hand still petting her chin, “uhm—i need your help.”

“with what?” her voice slightly gurgling from taking a sip of her drink.

he then holds up the boxes of hair dye with a forced awkward smile.

she gave him a look, “what about your girlfriend?”

“busy today,” he shrugged.

“then do it tomorrow.” she counters.

“okay, fine, i’m bored and alone.” he confessed.

she wanted to help; she really did but—

she groaned loudly; head thrown back to rest on the back of the couch.

“would you believe me if i say my ass is glued and have already morphed into this couch?”

“i would, actually.”

suddenly, from far behind on the other side of the couch—her presence almost forgotten—nika made herself present, “i’ll help. my ass is getting tired of the couch and i’m pretty good with handling people’s hair; i actually spent a summer working in my mom’s salon once.”

roo the gasped, turning around to face her friend with her jaw slack in shock—sarcasm written all over her face—“you had a job? like an actual job? once upon a time?”

“oh shut the fuck up,” she waved off the racing driver and stood up from her seat on the couch over to the other. “now get up, let’s do this.”

about a half an hour into their attempt, nika and alex had set up a mini salon chair using one of the hotel’s dining table chairs with a layer of plastic sitting on the ground. the latter sat on a chair in the middle of the room with a cloth draped over the top of his body. if anyone were to come in through the front door right now, they would assume kidnapping with a side of chemical testing. nika herself had changed into one of her uglier shirts incase they would accidentally get some dye on it.

the alfa romeo driver, on the other hand, still sat where she was the entire time unmoving and un-helping, now having the large dog sat on her lap feeding treats off of her hand while the other scratches the dog between her ears.

“alright. i think that’s all of your hair.” the girl stepped back from her friend’s friend’s hair, admiring the work she’s done. “now we wait. —good luck al,” she said as she took off the plastic gloves that were now mostly green.

alex—whose chair was facing the door for some reason—gripped the chair with his two (clean) hands and moved it around along with himself so he can face the couch. “so…” he looked between his co-worker and her friend, “does she just… go everywhere with you?”

“yeah.” she answered shortly before continuing, “you guys have wags i have… this.”

he looked at nika again, “no offense to you, but—”

“it’s fine, have you met her?” she shrugged pointing at the little shit she unfortunately calls a friend.

he chuckled then continued, “what about daisy-mae? i thought she was your best friend?”

“she is. this one’s just fit baggage claim. plus—daisy’s a serious scholar she’s still very busy getting her degree.”

from the kitchen sink, nika scoffed, “yeah, while she’s stuck with me around the world, mae’s stuck with atticus in college.”

alex the jumped into the conversation at the familiar name, “oh! the drummer, right?”

“yes.”

“oh—hey,” nika turned around from the sink and walked to the closest counter to the two friends, “there’s still quite some left, who wants it?”

as if sensing an idea in the air, jet jumps off roo’s lap and ran into another room.

said girl sighs, “man, knew jet was too smart for trips like this. should’ve known i should’ve brought bennie instead.”

as if the dog heard her, a bark came from the other room.

“whatever. i guess that’s one option out the window,” she turns to nika over the counter, “do me!” she smiles happily.

“alright. your death wish.”

alex, who was momentarily smiling, dropped his previous expression, “wait what—”

te1enoviyuhs

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te1enoviyuh some notes from yours truly:

lilymhe why did u have to dump babysitting duties

and gooddyeyoung thank u for the hair dye i love hayley williams 🥰

and uh i guess awstenknight thanks for the hookup and free dye

and to everyone else!!!! hey. dump acc just dropped

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backbiteroo WHO LET YOU DO THIS

te1enoviyuh backbiteroo myself. i am a grown woman.

selvnika the nika salon is now open for business 🥰

te1enoviyuh selvnika i hope you bankrupt and close

selvnika te1enoviyuh kiss yourself.

norrislftv selvnika ??????

norrislftv OH

alex_albon why was i not tagged 😕 i thought we were twins now

te1enoviyuh alex_albon hm. sure. u wish

daisymaerose hi jet

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gaslytv what does... alex mean... when he said... twins...

schupastry this is so random but so cute

awstenknight youre welcome grinch

te1enoviyuh awstenknight 🖕

lilymhe 😬😬 i apologize for having a job

te1enoviyuh lilymhe don’t apologize for that. apologize for not taking ur kid to work.

lilymhe te1enoviyuh that i won’t apologize for.

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[halfmoonshines]

Unrecall

Bucky Barnes x F!OC ((established relationship))

summary: Willow had been an integral part of Bucky’s life for years now; starting as Tony’s assistant after Pepper’s promotion and quickly capturing both Bucky’s attention and heart; their romance was young. Maybe a year under their belt before she disappeared off of their front porch only to reappear two weeks later in the same spot, blood caked to her skin and refusing to wake up. Imagine their surprise when she wakes up with no recollection who any of them were, or where she had been for those two weeks?

Chapter One;

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The overwhelming smell of antiseptic was the first thing that I noticed when I came to. I hated it, that sterile hospital smell gave me a heart fluttering sort of anxiety. Has there been some sort of accident? My mind swirls through possible scenarios while I try to force my super glued eyes open. I take a quick stock of all of my limbs, suddenly noticing an angry ache at the back of my head, like I had taken a stray at a baseball game.

I was becoming increasingly worried about the fact that I couldn’t picture the last thing I had been doing. 

“Her heart rate is spiking a lot.” That voice stilled the little twitches I was doing to make sure everything worked. Familiar, but no name floated into mind. The baseball reference had stuck though and I kept picturing my middle school softball coach.

Doubtful.

“It’s common when people wake up from being put under for an extended period of time. No need to worry about it.” 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Doc, but I don’t think I’m capable of not worrying right now.” The familiar voice spoke from closer now, and I felt something settle at my side.

The urge to look at the men who were talking about me was overwhelming and I was finally able to peel my eyes open, a huff of excited air escaping through my nose. 

The light was instantly assaulting, another thing that I loathed about hospitals, and I squeezed my eyes shut again. At least it was my choice this time.

“Will?” The man spoke again and my eyes were open the next second, scanning the gruff man sat to my right.

I clocked the heart monitor attached to my right arm, but most of my attention was on the dark haired man that looked like he was about to cry.

His stubbled jaw was clenched tight, glacier blue eyes welled to the brim with unshed tears.

My own brow furrowed in response to his obvious upset. “Are you okay?”

He barked a laugh, a hand reaching out to rest on my upper arm. I can’t help but stare at it. Do I know this guy? Obviously I do, and we are in some sort of touching phase. Does he have the wrong room?

My eyes flick from his hand, to his disarmingly earnest face, to the doctor standing behind him with his arms crossed. At least, I assume he’s the doctor that this guy had been talking to a moment ago. Doctor guy seemed to notice my confusion and his head tilts a few degrees to the side, his own gaze going to the monitor that’s displaying my vitals.

“Are you doing alright, Willow?”

The doctor's question confuses me for a minute, because it seems a bit stupid. My skull feels like it's cracking at the base and I have no recollection of why; not to mention the handsome man shedding literal tears over me but I couldn’t tell you his name with a gun to my head.

I flinch, a sudden jerk that I don’t understand. Some muscle reaction? 

The stranger's hand leaves my arm and he looks worriedly to the doctor who is closing the distance between us quickly. A doctor who looked concerned probably isn’t good news, right?

“Willow, can you speak?”

It’s then that I notice I haven’t responded to a single thing they’ve said, too overwhelmed by the blanks in the scene in front of me. The doctor's light is in my eyes the next instant, testing my pupils like that one time I fell off of the swings trying to go all the way around.

These people looked considerably more worried than my dad had, his wry smile reserved for my antics.

“Why isn’t she responding, Bruce? Can she not speak?” My eyes flick back to the hot guy.

“I can speak.”

Bruce put his flashlight down, something in his eyes that feels familiar. “Do you know where you are, Willow?”

My eyes flick around the greater room then and out of the window with some skyline view. I don’t know my cities very well, but whichever one was outside that window was huge. The buildings were easily the largest that I had ever seen.

It struck me that I didn’t have any inkling of where I was.

“No.” My voice was quiet, matching the uncertainty I felt. 

Hot guy scrubbed a hand over his face, taking to pacing a short path in the linoleum. I watched him move, trying to pin the familiar feeling of him.

Bruce was holding a clipboard in his hand, thumbing through different papers. “Her scans were completely normal as far as brain activity goes.”

“Well, thank god for that considering I’m sitting right here.” They both snapped their heads to look at me and a satisfied feeling settled in my stomach. I was the one with the memory issues, they didn’t need to act like I wasn’t awake.

“Do you know what year it is?” Bruce had more questions.

Trying to pin down an answer was like trying to see mountains through thick fog. That haze was terrifying. “No. Why don’t I know that? People know that, right?”

I was on my feet without remembering the action of standing, the yank of the heart monitor on my arm the only thing telling me I was leaving my bounds. I looked down at it, confusion clouding my vision and slipped it off.

“Willow.” Bruce took a step back, sensing that I was about to implode or whatever the medical term was for that, but the hot guy paid no mind to my imminent meltdown. He moves closer, arm coming back out to reach for mine but I jerk away quickly, putting the small bed between me and both of the men.

“We’re all aware that this is super not okay, right?” I could hear the panicked pinch in my voice but I was far from being able to reel myself in. “Why don’t I remember what year it is? I remember that I played shortstop on my eighth grade softball team because it feels like someone beamed me in the back of the head with a practice ball.” My hand ghosted over the back of my head, a dull awareness that there was some sort of injury there. My eyes came up to search theirs, a desperation pulling at me. “I know my name, and that my mom is dead, but I don’t remember what I do for work. Do I work?” The last sentence comes as an afterthought on the wave of sudden grief I have at the thought of my mom. Was this what people in those amnesia movies felt like? Feeling every beautiful and terrible thing that had ever happened to them over again?

Hot guy was on the approach again, my name forming on his lips.

My hand shot up, feet replacing the distance between us. “And you. You say my name with a lot of emotion, you know that? I have this feeling that we know each other but it’s more like maybe we go to the same gym?” There's devastation in his face, then, and my hands come to rub at my own. “That’s not right, is it?”

Bruce the doctor stepped in then, looking a lot more spooked than he was when I first wrested my eyes open. “It seems like you’re having some interesting amnesia, Willow.”

My scoff was rude but I genuinely didn’t care at that moment. “You go to medical school for an apt diagnosis, doctor?”

Bruce’s lips pursed. “I’m not that kind of doctor.”

I was incredulous. “Oh, perfect.” My head gave a pound, wound demanding at least a sliver of my divided attention and I winced. “Why does it feel like someone curb stomped me? Can we start there?”

Hot guy was still standing just a foot away, eyes clouded but only on me. 

“Well, I assume she’s awake since you guys are loud enough to hear on the first floor.” The door is being pushed open by another man with a fist full of roses and sunglasses over his eyes despite the fact that it was very much twilight. Or early morning? I couldn’t tell.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut and the new arrival caught on quickly enough, discarding the flowers and removing the sunglasses. No one spoke for a moment.

I felt like the steam of frustration in me was going to blow. “Fine, I’ll bite.” My hand finds my hip, the other gesturing to our new friend. “Hi, my name’s Willow and I have no clue who you are but I get the feeling you know who I am.” The new man's brows shooting up to his hairline told me everything I needed to know. “What’s your name, then?”

Bruce spoke up before he could. “You don’t recognize him?”

“Is that not the theme we’re going with here, Bruce?”

The new man's jaw clenched. “Even if you had some kind of head trauma related memory loss, you should still know who I am, considering I’m one of the most famous people in the world. Even if you just recognized me from a magazine cover.”

My scoff must have sounded doubtful because he arched a brow at me. “I recognize Taylor Swift on magazine covers, not random men.”

“You really don’t recognize my name?”

“Maybe I would, if you would tell me what it is.”

Hot guy broke his silence. “His name is Tony Stark, Willow. Even before you met him you definitely heard of him.” His words were clearly meant for me but he only had eyes for the other two men in the room.

“Which means we’re going with the worst option?” Tony said.

“I don’t like the sound of that, boys.”

Hot guy’s eyes met mine. “I think that whoever had you found a way to administer a targeted amnesia agent of some sort, so you only forgot certain things.” He swallowed thickly. “And people.”

Bruce and Tony both nodded their agreement, each taking on their own version of the thinker pose while the room fell back into silence at the revelation and not a single person seemed to notice that my thin grasp onto my tether of sanity had just fully snapped.

My breaths started to come quicker and I could feel myself panicking but how could I not? I couldn’t remember what kind of car that I drove, or who any of these people were who seemed to so intimately know me and not a single person was jumping in to give me any sort of answers. What do they mean whoever had me? What kind of people could infect certain parts of my memory? This was not a James Bond movie.

“Someone needs to start talking, right now, or I might pass out.” My voice is breathy but it’s all I can spare against the panicky heave of my chest.

All of their attention snaps to me but the hot guy moves quicker than I can track and he has his hands around my arms, guiding me back to sit on the bed. I allow it, because complaining about strangers touching me seems to be a bit unimportant right now.

“You need to take deep breaths. You’re letting yourself spiral down the anxiety because you don’t understand. Breathe in for four seconds, and out for four seconds.” I bite back my sarcastic reply and suck a rough breath in, trying to hold it for four seconds before mirroring him and exhaling. My eyes slip shut, the fluttering in my chest settling down and the warmth of his hands on my arm spreading to warm my cold limbs. 

“Good job.”

I open my eyes again and don’t release his eyes from mine. “Please start talking. I feel like this is the worst inside joke ever.”

Tony plopped down beside me, his legs crossing to make enough room on the small bed. “Jokes are meant to be funny, Elm, this is more of a bad prank.”

Hot guy stayed crouched in front of me, keeping his hands on top of mine. “You went missing two weeks ago off of our front porch. You reappeared today.” I was caught on the use of the word our. Did we all live in some weird commune?

“Reappeared?”

His lips rolled together, his brow furrowing and I had the sudden itch to reach out and smooth it. “I got an alert from our security cameras. You just reappeared out of thin air, in the same spot we saw you last. You were,” He drew in a deep breath. “You were bleeding a lot, and had a nasty gash on the back of your head. All of your tests came back fine as far as brain function, and you have some bruises both internal and external but the injury to your head was the worst of it.”

“We had no way of knowing the extent of any kind of mental strain until you woke up.” Bruce added.

“So you think that someone took me and manipulated my memory?”

“It would appear so.”

I felt even more confused than before. My eyes looked each of them over, searching for something to click in my mind. “Who exactly are you guys that you think someone would take me and manipulate my literal mind? Who am I?”

Tony and Bruce looked at the hot guy, noticeably passing the buck to him. Has he told me his name yet? I can’t remember if he did.

“We are categorized as weapons of the state-”

I must look panicked because Tony is quick to intervene with a roll of his eyes. “Dear lord, Barnes, there’s no need to use scary terms.” He turned his body toward me, looking me over for just a second before continuing. “We’re superheroes, like the comic book ones? Comes with some good and some bad, the bad just so happens to be very bad.”

“Are you telling me I’m a superhero?” I don’t feel any kind of power, and I don’t remember any weird origin stories during my childhood.

Tony’s smile was much goofier then. “Oh, no, not you. You’re in a room with them but you’re the odd one out.”

My brows pinch together. “So what we’re all like, best friends? So these people took me as leverage or something?”

Tony clapped a hand against the hot guy's shoulder, who was still curiously knelt at my feet. “That is all you, casanova.”

He suddenly looks like he wants to crawl out of his skin, but his hands stay firm over my own and I can’t deny the comfort that they bring. “You’re my fiance, as of a few months ago.” 

I’m dumbstruck. Hot guy was my fiance? The last man I remember dating was some business major at UCLA in college and this was most definitely not him. 

“Three months and a few days but who's counting?” Is Tony a comedian? Is that why I should recognize him?

My attention is stuck at the man on his knees before me, though. The fog over the mountain is thinning but only in one place and I’m winding my way through it, to whatever my mind is willing to reveal to me at this moment. It’s his name, I’m sure of it, but what I’m gifted with through the haze is more of a phrase than a proper name. My brows furrow further and my lips purse, urging the opening my mind had created to give me something else. An explanation.

“Your gears are turning hard, Will, what are you thinking?” Hot guy asked me, and I had a split second debate if I should say anything. It had to be about him, the words had him all over them; but something deeper told me they were not to be spoken. Not by me. 

What else could I do but tell him?

“Who is the Winter Soldier?”

Hot guy pulls his hands from mine instantly and stands, the cold feeling of regret washes over me as I realize I’ve said something that I shouldn’t. 

Tony mutters a curse as the man who was just on his knees in front of me takes a few steps away like he can’t wait to escape. My confusion is mounting and I find myself looking at the other men in the room for an answer.

“Someone please explain what’s going on.”

Hot guy looks at me one last time before he finally pushes out of the door to the room, the click of it shutting behind him hurting me more than I think it should. 

“Got to give it to them, that is a special kind of torture.” Tony murmurs from beside me, moving to stand beside Bruce.

“It’s twisted, Tony.”

I was standing again. “Explain what just happened to me. Right now.” My voice is barely quieter than a yell, something dark in it I didn’t recognize in myself.

I don’t think they did, either, from the surprise on their faces.

“The running theory is that the people who took you belong to an agency that your lover has been on the outs with for a long time. I really feel like the more intimate details are up to him, but the cliff notes are that he was brainwashed to do some pretty terrible things under a quirky little moniker. I’m assuming the idea of this is to strip your memory and subsequent love of him, just to reintroduce the worst parts first. Control the narrative.”

“So he is this Winter Solider?”

Tony’s gaze hardens. “His name is James Buchannan Barnes, and while a few years ago I would be the last to advocate for him; I encourage you to come with me to find him before this turns into some sort of problem that shouldn’t exist.”

“She should really be resting. There are additional tests to be run now that she’s awake.” Bruce intervened, but his words fell to deaf ears. The name that Tony just said was settling over me like a living thing, bringing an itch to my palms. James Buchannan Barnes sounded very studious, formal, but it was the most familiar thing I’ve heard since I woke up.

I didn’t call him that, I was certain. I called him Jamie.

“Take me to him.” My tone was resolute, and Bruce didn’t try to argue when Tony and I walked out the door, the pounding of my head fading into the background.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

[breadandblankets]

CivE Duke - inspired by this post by mysterycitrus

This was one of Duke's favorite parts of his job. Not that one, the other one, the civilian one.

"Duke Thomas," his mother had told him when he got his engineer's seal crimp in the mail. "Is every bit Gotham's hero as much as The Signal is."

Every other week it seemed he donned his steel toed boots, hard hat, and high vis and went to look at the bones of some old building.

Most days were sat at his desk in a nice comfy high rise in Old Gotham, eyes glued to the searing white of some ancient as-builts on his screen. (As-builts, especially in Gotham, were more of a suggestion than a rule, his team had started calling them "Maybe-builts" and it fit more than he'd like.)

Gotham, in Duke's experience, had good bones for the most part. Even caked in years and years of grime, asbestos, and mob snitches, there was beauty in pulling away the facade to look at all that union-made bessemer steel.

Today on the chopping block was a Park Row mid-rise, slated for either refurbishment or demolition, all depending on Duke's word.

It wasn't anything even close to the rush of saving a life, but there is a light feeling he gets, knowing that some old structure can be reused.

Duke knows its a little silly to get sad when something old is beyond saving, especially when he signs over it's death.

"It's like a forest fire," his dad had told him once, after he watched his first controlled demolition. "You gotta burn out the dead things so new things can live."

This building though, Duke has a good feeling about it. Or at least that is what he tells his trainee, Ines, while he scans the building with his X-ray vision.

Ines Borja is a bright kid fresh from the hell that is Gotham U's CivE program, she's not a Gotham native but while living here she fell in love with the city (and it's cost of living). According to her, New York isn't much worse, Gotham's just weirder.

Weird is, unfortunately, Duke's bread and butter. They pick through delapidated rooms with crumbling sheet rock with mostly intact concrete encased steel. He spots some areas with crumbling concrete that he points out to Ines, who dutifully takes photos.

"Those are areas we'll need to test for water penetration and corrosion," Duke explains.

He's explaining other testing that will need to be done, radar of the foundation, metallurgical testing, etc, when they hear yelling outside.

For a moment Duke ignores it, but the hard walls carry echos of what's being said.

"I'm not going to ask again, your money asshole!"

The flat thud of a notebook hitting the ground is the last thing Ines hears as Duke takes off like a shot.

His site walk boots are heavy, much much heavier than his Signal boots. They're for protection and insulation from the hard concrete he has to stand on all day. They're so not meant for running, he thinks as he barrels out of the survey site and around the corner.

There are two figures in the alley when he stomps into the scene, slipping his hard hat off. The mugger is on the younger end, thats about all the analysis Duke gets to do before he sees the gun.

It's nice sometimes, Duke things, as he spins like a discus thrower, to fight normal city problems. He's liable to get bogged down in big world ending shit that sometimes its just nice to save a mugging victim.

The reinforced plastic leaves his fingers in a rush, aimed straight and true, slamming into the gun in the mugger's right hand.

Both the mugger and muggee have a moment of shock before Duke slams into the first guy like a freight train, knocking him out of the confrontation and onto the ground.

"I'd advise you sit down for a moment," Duke says to the would-be mugger, flatly. He turns to the shaking older man.

"Sir are you alright," he asks politely.

"I am now," the older man, well dressed but not wealthy in the way that Duke knows people in the town are. "Thank you very much."

"Alright then," Duke says calmly, he fishes in his pockets for one of the many business cards he always keeps on himself. It's for a therapist, and a good one in Duke's opinion. A profession in too short supply in Gotham. "Might be best if you get on with your day, I'll stay with this young gentleman here."

The older man is clearly a true Gothamite, because he doesn't protest, just moves along. Probably not even the most traumatic thing the guy's witnessed in the last year.

Duke turns to young man on the ground, who hasn't moved a muscle from where Duke put him just a second ago.

"Hey man I don't want any trouble."

Ines chooses this moment to catch up, her skin flushed and she's panting, She is still carrying all the gear with her, which no doubt slowed her down.

"Bit late for that yeah?" Duke questions with a raise of his brow, he motions with his chin in the direction of the gun. It's a couple yards off, resting comfortably with his hard hat. "What's your name?"

"David sir, i-its not even loaded, just to scare people a bit," all comes out in a rush, the young man, David, is clearly terrified.

"Hey, I know, it's hard out here," Duke placates. Out of one of the seemingly endless pockets on his work pants he pulls out his wallet. Out comes two more cards and a couple of bills. "Listen, here's fifty bucks, go get yourself something to eat."

"I-"

"Hold on, I'm not done," Duke says. "This is the information for Leslie's clinic down the street, she can help you with a lot, or just point you towards someone who can. If you need anything else this is the Wayne Ent outreach office, the director there is Elaine, tell her Duke sent you."

"You- you're not going to call the cops?" David asks, bewildered.

"And have them do what? You're robbing a man for twenty dollars with a gun that has no bullets," Duke observes. "You clearly don't need jail time you need a hand."

As if to illustrate his point, Duke reaches out to help him up. David hesitates for a split second, before accepting the offered hand.

"Seriously thought," Duke continues. "Leslie and m-Elaine helped me though some of the worst times of my life okay, reach out to them, they can help, you're not in this alone."

David looked like he was about to cry.

"Thank you man, just thank you."

"Just looking out for my fellow man," Duke replies. "Now get going I got work."

David laughs a little at that before shuffling awkwardly by Ines. Duke turns to look at her.

"You are like, officially the coolest boss I've ever had," she tells him seriously.

"No way, didn't your last boss bow hunt wild boar?"

"Yeah but that's jack all compared to my Apparently incredibly based current boss."

Duke chuckles: "You don't even know about my teenage years."

"What, you were doing child anti-cop anarco-communist action?"

"More or less."

"Based as fuck," she says, amazed.

Duke just shrugs.

"My mom always said: never accept the world as it is, make it better. And so I do, so i will."

Duke turns a little, to look back at the mid-rise that will have new life breathed into it sooner or later.

So I will.

[mmmerimari]

At Some Music Festival In The 90s

It's in my considered opinion there needs to be more shit under #damon albarn x reader

The hum of guitars and the faint thud of drums filtered through the wings as we waited for our turn to sound check. The atmosphere backstage was the usual mix of boredom and quiet energy, everyone shifting their weight, half-listening to the music bleeding from the stage. I wasn’t really paying attention either—not until the screen caught my eye.

There they were—Erratic. The camera feed displayed them in full view, transmitted to the small TV beside us. I glanced at the jumbotron’s reflection in a window opposite the stage. Couldn’t see much there, but it didn’t matter. The woman on the screen had my full attention.

She wasn’t like the polished types you see in those magazine spreads—though, God, she could’ve been. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders in a way that seemed effortless, the kind of messiness that somehow looked intentional, perfect. Bangs nearly hid her dark eyes, but not quite. Every time the camera caught her face, she’d flash a cheeky little grin, her eyes shifting, playful, like she was in on a joke the rest of us weren’t.

Her battered tank top clung to her, cropped just enough to show a strip of tanned skin above her low-rise jeans. There wasn’t anything fancy about the outfit, but that was part of it, wasn’t it? The way she made it work, made it hers. Effortless, again.

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying not to make it obvious that I was glued to the screen. But it was hard to look away. Every so often, she’d give the camera this look—half smirk, half challenge—and I’d feel a flicker of something. I don’t know, anticipation? Like she was staring right at me, daring me to figure her out.

The song they were checking wasn’t helping either. Bloody hell, the lyrics.

"I'm the national anthem

God, you're so handsome."

Well, that wasn’t subtle.

"While I'm standing over your body, hold you like a python..."

A python? What the hell does that mean? But it worked—it fit somehow. Her delivery was just teasing enough, just sultry enough to make you wonder how much of it she meant. She shifted her weight on stage, her movements sharp but lazy at the same time, like she didn’t have to try to command attention. And the band—her band—followed her lead. The whole thing felt like some kind of performance art. Even during a bloody sound check.

I didn’t realize I was staring until I heard Alex mutter something about the sound engineers taking too long. I glanced away from the screen for a second, then back again.

And there she was again. That grin. That glance that made you feel like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to shake it off. I wasn’t some lovesick teenager. But there was something about her. Something you couldn’t ignore even if you tried.

When their second song finished, they left the stage, heading toward the wings. I pretended to be disinterested, eyes trained on the floor, but I caught her out of the corner of my eye. She didn’t say anything, didn’t even break stride, but she glanced in our direction. No—she glanced at me.

It wasn’t much, just a second, maybe two, but I felt it. Her eyes lingered just a fraction longer than they needed to.

That was all it took. My chest puffed up slightly, and I smirked to myself, stupidly pleased. She’d noticed me. She had to have.

When it was our turn to take the stage, I couldn’t stop replaying that tiny moment in my head. But as I adjusted my mic and the first chord rang out, I laughed softly to myself.

I was being ridiculous. She barely looked at me, and here I was, acting like it meant something. Like a kid who thinks every smile is a love letter. I shook my head, trying to push her out of my mind. I'm not 17 anymore.

Still, as we started playing, a small part of me held onto that look. Just in case.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hii^^ I don't know if you still take requests, but I keep imagining a scenario where the angel convinces Kai to take care of his skin with her (I don't know how he does it, but it works)

So, Kai has a face full of clay when suddenly Pops or some subordinate finds him.

Ok, you guys know that a lot of bussines man actually do skin care and manicure right??? Just imagine this douchebag doing this, he would be so annoyed while sitting there-

"No."

"Come on your skin is begging for some"

"No."

"But-

"No." He said more firmly while writing something on paper, soon putting it aside in a pile with more force than he needed to.

Huffing while crossing your arms over your chest, you still had the guts to glare at him, soon receiving a more menacing glare from those golden eyes.

Honestly, you were the only one, probably, on the whole Japan that had the courage enough to glare at the soon successor of the mafia... and even sometimes to make him scared.

But right now? You both were standing your grounds. Neither of you were backing down so easily.

"Kai there is nothing wrong with-"

"Is disgusting, it stays literally glued to your skin, the smells of it is terrible and why the hell would we waste cucumbers to put on eyes? Is just ridiculous." He sighed "go bother someone else."

"So that's how is going to be?" You murmured on that tone of voice you knew affected him... and just by looking how his hand stilled it was starting to make effect.

"Exactly." He spoke back and when he went to look at you he froze.

Puppy eyes... teary puppy eyes..

"Alright... I just wanted us to spend time together... you're always so busy..." You faked a sniffle

"Don't do that." He growled.

"Ok, I will leave you in peace now, since I'm such a bother..." turning your back you could heard his chair screeching, meaning he had stood up abruptly.

"(Y/n) stop that right now-"

"Is fine... I will going now... maybe setsuno will accept this." You smiled at hearing his footsteps.

"(Y/n) don't you dare-!"

"Have a good day... Chisaki." You snickered at hearing the audible gulp coming from behind you.

.

.

"I think I brought everything..." You mumbled while checking the basket while in your bed stood a very pissed off Kai with a scowl on his usual neutral face.

"I am starting to think you're the devil in disguise." He muttered while you sat in his lap with a bright smile while he scowled, refusing to touching you... yet.

"Hah? But I thought I was a angel?" You blinked with a lil pout, only to have a fit of giggles when he scoffed.

"Never thought I would ever be emotionally manipulated by the person I am suppose to trust." He grumbled while you carefully slid... whatever that thing was to hold his bangs back as he glared at you even more "If you were on the yakuza I would have chopped three of your fingers off."

"You wouldn't." You hummed while kissing his forehead, snickering at his pale cheeks heating up "You love me too much for that."

"Love is a strong word to use, especially on this case." He growled as you stood up to grab the inumerous products of skin care as he mentally rolled his eyes at your stubbornness.

"It would be good if you actually admitted your true felling for a while honey." You showed him a packet and wiggled it front of his face "Come on, look at this one! It has the scent of lavender~"

his death glare intensified at you singing the last word... you knew he had a soft spot for lavender.

"Akuma." He groaned as you cheered in victory.

.

.

.

"So as I was saying, maybe if we put aside the part pf the drugs maybe Kai's plan would be-"

"Enough Kurono." Pops lifted his hand up "You do know well I don't agree with that. And please don't try to change my mind just because you want to be in good terms with Chisaki."

"Worth the shot..." The white haired man shrugged before stopping abruptly on his steps when he saw the man in front of him had simply... stopped "Boss? Is everything alright?"

He sneaked a peek over the old man shoulder and his grey eyes widened at the sign.

Chisaki Kai. A man feared by many on the undergrounds, merciless killer, heartless leader of the yakuza.... was sitting on the edge of the bed while reading a book with his face full of what he could be believe was clay mask before seeing you coming in after and murmuring something to him which resulted the man to sigh and put his book aside just to close his eyes and tilt his chin up for you to take it off slowly.

"After this is a peel off mask." They heard you say from afar.

"Just why do you enjoy seeing my suffering again?" He muttered monotonously as he accepted a towel for him to rub his face.

"Well, it does get rid of dead skin and black spots over the nose but if you don't-"

"Don't start the manipulation again alright?"He growled "But must I have this stupid headband of a bear on?"

"Yes! You look adorable!" You checked your phone on the drawer "I even took some pictures"

"You did what now woman?" They could see you gulping before yelping at Chisaki manhandled you to the bed while he stood on top. "Delete this atrocity right now!"

"I can't! Is my precioussss" You laughed hysterically while they saw Kai holding back a smirk before blushing a bit when you pecked his lips.

"Ah!" Pops clapped his hands loudly, scaring the shit out of both of you "Young love! What a delight!" Chrono snorted while Kai cursed under his breath the elder that was making fun of him.

"Get out both of you." He growled before glaring at kurono who just double over in laughter at seeing him being ordered around by the guy that was wearing a bear headband.

"No." Pops muttered simply with a smile before looking at you "My dear I couldn't help but to overheard about this mask, would you mind borrowing me one? I might get rid of some black spots on my face."

"Oh, there is actually a honey scented one that-"

"DONT ENCOURAGE HIM (Y/N)!"