#and i will be finishing them just to feel satisfied

[mwphisto]

LaDs: You have a High Libido

~ inspired by an anon’s ask!

~ all love interests included

Warning, this post contains: smut, 18+ content, mentions of sex, sweat, cum, bodily fluids, you get the idea.

Xavier

⭐️He is thrilled actually, because so does he

⭐️Don’t let the sleepy tendencies fool you, Xavier is ready to go whenever (and wherever) you are

⭐️You can push him past his limits, even out do him in the horny department, and he’ll still attempt to keep up

“Again?” You’re both breathless, cheeks red and bodies sweaty. The room reeks of sex and sweat, with the comforting mix of your perfume and his cologne. The sheets are damp with your combined fluids, a variety of them for that matter. Sweat, drool, cum… definitely a wash day tomorrow! “Yes, please. I still need you Xavier.” You’ve cum so many times you’ve lost count, poor cunt so puffy that it’s a miracle you can even feel anything down there. Still, it’s aching, throbbing with need, you need him again. “Sure, baby.” And he’s on you, a worn out smile on his lips as he showers your heated skin in wet kisses. You can — and will — go until sunrise

Rafayel

🎨Rafayel’s libido on a normal day is pretty decent, he’s down whenever you are and that’s… often

🎨It takes him some time to build his stamina… unless it’s ebb day. Lemurian heat cycles are something else.

🎨He breaks before you do, but all it takes is the off hand comment of “I’ll finish myself” and he’s ready to go

“You’re tired, Raf. I’ll just go take care of—“ tired be damned, he’s hauling his sweat slicked body up and pushing you down again. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.” His cheeks are a permanent crimson, pupils blown wide. Even if he is exhausted, his cock is still twitching at the sight of your ruined cunt. So much cum, arousal, all just leaking down your thighs. You’ve been going at it for two hours at this point, nonstop, barely a break between each round. Even if you didn’t mean too, you’re slowly training your lover to have a libido as high as yours. “It’s okay, re-really I can—shit!” He stops all complaints by shoving himself inside, one easy, slipper go. “I’m. Not. Stopping. Until you are satisfied, cutie.”

Zayne

🩺Zayne doesn’t quite know what to do with himself at first. He’s a tad bit overwhelmed by your high libido.

🩺Give him a little time, he’ll get used to it, and slowly realize his libido is pretty high up there too… just takes a couple weeks of separation and he’s ravenous

🩺Zayne controls the situation by edging you both, keeping the game going until you’re both exhausted

“Can’t cum yet, darling. Gotta hold it in.” It’s been an hour… maybe two? Possibly three. You’re not sure, nor do you care. You have Zayne wrapped around your finger… well maybe he had you wrapped around his finger but still. “P-please, Zayne! You’ve ruined it like…shit I can’t remember… seven times? Probably more…” what’s worse than being completely denied is having your orgasm ruined. He’s brought you to the edge, pushed you over, and then stood back and watched it fizzle out. Completely unsatisfying, your poor cunt twitching for more, a real one at that. “You’re doing so good for me though, the reward will be so good if you just…” a gentle motion with his fingers and you’re jerking into him. “…wait.”

Sylus

🍒He didn’t realize that your… eagerness could rub off on him so easily… or maybe he’s always been this way.

🍒Your high libido is damn near torture, considering you’re in Linkon and he’s in the N109 Zone… you’re always tied up with work, he’s always away for business…

🍒Even then, Sylus does try and make it so your time together isn’t entirely… sex. Doesn’t it always work? No.

“I swear all we do is fuck when we see eachother…” you’re giggling as you say it, laying on top of him, chest to chest. His slowly softening cock is begin to slip out of you, the copious amounts of release following. “Because it is all we do… you’re insatiable.” Sweaty and flushed, but still smug, Sylus is twirling your hair around his fingers. “Hey!” A smack lands on his sweaty shoulder and he’s laughing. “You’re one to talk, mister.” But Sylus isn’t letting you live it down that easily. “You made me this way… nothing but a greedy soul.” And just like that, you can feel him hardening again. He studies your expression, tear stained cheeks and flushed skin. So beautiful, even as your lips part in a little “o” as he fills you up.

Caleb

🪐You thought your libido was high… till Caleb finally stopped holding his feelings back

🪐He is on cloud nine when he finds out you’re just as horny as he is 24/7

🪐He’ll travel to and from Linkon if it means getting that pussy for the night. You have zero complaints either, other than maybe the fact that you wished he didn’t live so far

“You’re going to miss… miss…. Caleb!” His hips pound into you, every time you attempt to remind him about missing his train back to Skyhaven he just thrusts harder. “Such a weird way to say that I’m fucking you so damn good, I think a thank you is in order.” He’s nearly in your stomach and he has the audacity to be sassy. You give up on trying to remind him, as if you wouldn’t call off work the next day just to keep him tied down to your bed, balls deep like you had been so boldly begging him for over text a few hours earlier. You’re going to get a noise complaint, maybe even a notice from the city since you have your windows open. The room reeked of sex after all, you needed something to clear your fogged up heads.

[chunkitakii]

Omg I just read your NSFW for Luz and RAHHHHHHHHH how do you get him so good???? Like he was such a little shit and sexy in a way. I was wondering if you could do a prompt for him another NSFW prompt where we end up putting the little punk ass in his place, overstimulation and everything (maybe ending with him getting back at us) ty!!! Also fem reader pls? Remember to take your time

Lux Imperator/Mr. Ring-A-Ding NSFW P.t 2!!!

Part 1

OMG Thank you SO much!!! I tried so hard to get him as accurate as possible! Im so glad my work payed off :’) ANYWAY, I seen your little request and oh boy. I have never started writing so quick in my life. This was just so much fun to write!

But the thought of getting payback at Lux is so satisfying to think about. Him being a whiny, whimpering mess? YES PLEASE!

WARNING: This contains Overstimulation, blowjobs (Lux receiving), hints that reader is a female (Lux calls them Toots), and Lux being a whiney bastard.

I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS SO SORRY IF ITS ROUGH

(Pic not by me)

The next day you had to go to work with a pair of legs that couldn’t even work, thanks to Lux’s “rough housing” yesterday. You couldn’t even finish sweeping the floors in Lux’s theater room. You had to sit down for a break every once and a while. The soreness in your legs was too much to handle, as well as the other work Mr. Pye had given you that you couldn’t finish yesterday.

You could hear Lux’s laugh across the theater, snickering and chuckling as he watched you struggle with simple tasks. Gosh, what an asshole…

You couldn’t take this anymore. Every time Lux wants to play “patty cake,” it always ends with either you losing feeling in your legs, or you continuing the day with marks or bruises. Good thing this time there weren't any bites or bruises, that would be another thing blocking you from doing any work.

To be honest, you loved it when Lux gives you attention. He can be sweet and caring in bed. Lux made sure to take care of you after a long day of work. But there can be times when he just does it for his own benefit. For his own entertainment, much like the other night. Using you until you had nothing left to give, sucking you dry until you were nothing but a husk.

You would lay there for hours trying to catch your breath. All sweaty and shaky. Trying to regain your energy back after it was taken from you in pleasure. But oh, how it felt. You were sure you were on cloud nine. It felt delightful in the moment, but it had a hard price to pay. And today, you did not want to pay it.

So, today’s the day that you have had enough. You were tired of having Lux drain you dry just for his entertainment. You were sick of having to walk home with legs that couldn’t keep you up-right. Or bruises and cuts that leave you limping.

You were so sick of it, you just needed something to make you feel better. Something to make Lux pay for his actions. Something like revenge.

A couple of days had passed since then, and you had patiently waited for the right time. You had also waited until you had fully healed from that night's game of patty cake.

What had seemed to piss you off even more was that Lux either teased you from that night, or just straight up ignored your complaints. He teased how you wiggled and moaned underneath him from just his hands. And how you are just a baby for being so sensitive that night.

What an ass…

The day went by, and you were finishing up organizing film reels. Mr. Pye had asked if you could reorganize them as he went off to bed, probably just so he could give you something to do. You didn’t mind. It just fastened to time for you to give your attack.

Putting the last film up, you made sure to be as quiet as you can. You turned off the light off the storage room, removing any and all light within it. The only source of light that was through the open door from the lighting from the hallway. Lux needs light for strength and power. He was i. the body of a literal toon, defeating him would be close to impossible.

But you don't want to kill him, no. You just want to make him weak and helpless, much like the night he made you weak and helpless. Too weak to move from the large amounts of pleasure he had given you.

You just wanted to give the same treatment to him. To show what it's like to put on someone else’s shoes…

“Hey Lux? Can yoh come jn the storage room!…” You called out the door, trying to reel him into the dark room with you.

After a short second, you could hear the tippy taps of his shoes coming closer into the room. Instantly, you quickly but quietly hid behind the door.

“Yes, Sunshine? Need any help on something?” You hear him speak around the corner of the room. With a couple of more steps, he was now fully into the room.

“Gee willikers…Looks like you need help with the lights too-”

Slam! You slammed the door shut behind Lux. Sealing you and Lux in a room with absolutely no light. You can faintly hear Lux let out a quiet ‘eep!’

But the weird thing is Luz still had sort of glowed even in the pitch black room. Just like a cartoon in a film, the white part of Lux’s eyes glowed.

That's new.

Although you had to quickly knock yourself out of the thought and into what you were here to accomplish.

Without a second to spare, you launched yourself on top of him, Grabbing him and lifting him up lightly just for a moment before pushing Lux on top of a nearby table. Lux let out a soft huff noise as his toon body hit the hard surface. As his body hjt the table, a soft squeaky noise was heard. Much like a chew toy.

Lux looked at you in shock and disbelief, staring up at you as you towered over him with a hand on his torso, keeping him down.

“Woah-ho there sunshine, aggressive much?” He questioned, a smile creeped on his face. It wasn’t a warm smile, but a smile that held such cockyness. You knew he wasn’t taking this seriously.

You settled yourself in between his legs, glaring down at him through the darkness. You didn’t know if he could even see you or not, but it didn’t matter. You pressed down your hand upon Lux’s chest, putting more pressure. Not trying to hurt him, but to try and test the waters.

Lux let out a grunt from the pressure, he instinctively wrapped a hand around your arm to try and relieve it. But to his surprise, you didn't budge, not one bit. Lux can feel himself become weak in strength, no doubt it was because of the pitch black room he was in. The lack of light made him become weak.

“What are you trying to pull here? Was it because I didn’t let you win in a game of chess? Well i'm sorry to tell you, you're just not good at strategy.” Lux chuckled out, but you could hear it in his laugh and voice that he was uneasy. Unsure what you are trying to do to him, let’s see if you can try and keep it that way.

“It is not because of chess, but consider this payback…”

“W-Wait a…minute!” Lux pleaded, trying to get you to get off of him just for a moment. The room was filled with nothing but his desperate moans, the shuffling in the dark room, and the wet sounds of your mouth upon his regions.

You don’t know how long you have been here, but revenge still burns hot within you. You wanted to make him pay for that night. It has been working so far. Lux’s whines and cries were music to your ears, proving to you that what you are doing is good. Way too good is Lux’s eyes.

Lux can’t even form any words beyond this point. Throwing out words that can't be comprehended, he doesn’t even know what he is saying himself. The only thing that he could do was moan and holler your name like it was the only thing he could say. It was all pornographic really. But oh how you loved every bit of it. You thought that you should make this a routine.

If you counted correctly, you have made him spill his seed over 10 times. It should be torture for him, but he's a cartoon, he can handle it. And by the look upon his face, he seems to be enjoying it…For the most part…

“Sweet Pea…Pl-ease, I don't think I have anything left in me!” Lux pleaded as his body shakes in pleasure. He was then followed by his own whines filling his mouth. His back arches upward and his hips thrust away from you. “Please, just for a moment. I can't take it anymore!…I need a break, I-mmh…need… light!”

Lux knew that he was weak, he could feel it. He didn’t know what your little, devilish brain was doing, but he couldn’t last another round of your hot, lovely mouth on his joy-stick. He needed light to regain his strength, but you stripped him from that.

Before he can move away, you positioned both of your hands on his hips and ground him to the table, preventing him from moving anymore. His legs twitched on your shoulders. Trying to either push you away for a breather or to pull you in closer.

From the goodness of your heart, you granted him that break. Slowly, you lifted your head and detached yourself off of him. Saliva and residue of his cum was the only thing that connected your mouth and his region.

You can hear Lux pant in relief, and his body relaxed. With the strength that he had, he lifted his head to look down at you.

“Finall-”

“You remember that night of patty cake?…hm?…” You cutted Lux off, waiting for his response. You wanted to jog back his memory of the night so it didn't seem like you did all of this for nothing. And hopefully Lux can at least learn a lesson.

You can see Lux’s tired eyes go from a confused state to a shock one. His breath hitched and he put on a worried smile. “Oh, That night. I was just trying to loosen some tight gears you had, that's all!”

“Lux, I wanted you to stop for a while so I can continue working.”

“That’s not what your body told me- Ah!…”

You re-attached your mouth back onto Lux once more, it seems that he did not learn his lesson just yet. A couple more rounds should do…

After a couple of hours of pumping and sucking him dry, you had finally called it quits. You were tired, your jaw and arms becoming sore. And Lux couldn’t even form not one thought in his mind. Which scared you because right now he didn’t even form any words.

You got up from the table and made your way through the dark room and to the light switch. Now, you saw Lux and all of his glory, and your hard work too.

He laid there, twitchy and sweaty. He had cartoon stars and birds flying in a circle above his head. His smile was all wobbly, and his toonish eyes were now twisting in swirls. The mess below him was a different story. But it nonetheless brought pride within you.

You brought some towels to clean Lux and everything else up before you put on his pants for him. You were pissed about the whole patty cake incident, but you weren’t pissed enough to just leave him there. You still cared for him.

You then softly picked Lux up, and brought him into a room with a window. It was nighttime, and the moon was full. Good enough to give him his strength back.

You laid him down where the moon beamed down on. You can faintly hear him sigh blissfully as he bathes in the moonlight. Soon, he gained enough consciousness to now form sentences. “So you’ve learned your lesson to be gentle next time?” You said, Lux could hear the smirk in your voice.

He gave out a soft grumble before speaking. “I wasn’t that rough on you, I think you’ve over exaggerated a little toots…” He argued, still soaking in the moonlight.

You chuckled at him, “You're a toon, you’ll get over it.” You simply stated before turning your back to him to get yourself cleaned up. But before you could reach the door, Lux spoke up once more. His voice still spent, but the venom in his voice was still present. “You're right, I am a toon…” Lux muttered out before snapping his fingers. You were about to throw some snarky comeback at him. But you were pushed back into a nearby wall.

Just by the snap of his fingers, Lux had gained back all of his strength. The process of him being an incoherent mess was no longer present. It was like all of your work in making him pay was just thrown out the window.

Lux also gained more than his strength, he gained the ability to grow more than 5 feet. Now towering over you with his new height. Maybe this was the same power he had when he had shown up in the theater, intimidating and huge.

You can feel how small you were just by staring up at him. Your kneese became weak and your throat became dry. His face held such cockyness, like he did when he played patty cake that night. You can hear a dark chuckle bubble in his toonish throat.

“My turnnnn~!” Lux sang maliciously, chilling you to your core. Chanting his turn like this was some sort of game to him. You're hoping Mr. Pye doesn’t have anything for you to do this week, because you are going to be stuck in bed for the next few days.

ANOTHER HEADCANNON, this mf can go for days if he had a light source and a will.

He can’t take you seriously even if you are trying to get payback to him. That will probably cause him to be TWICE as hard. Your just provoking him anyway LOLOL.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 20

Masterlist

Warning: fluff, grief, cuteness overload, reader is very smart and Yelena finds it hot, kissing, teasing, hickies. everyone loves to pick on Yelena

Word Count: 4.8k

Note: A lied. In honor of Thunderbolts* here is the next chapter of Second Chance.

Honestly, you felt great compared to yesterday. Maybe it had to do with the extra hydration, the laughter shared between everyone, or waking up in Yelena’s arms, but you felt refreshed. You woke up, untangled yourself from Yelena, and went downstairs. Not even Laura was up. So you started breakfast. Sunday morning was for scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, and fresh orange juice. Plus coffee for the adults. It wasn’t long before Laura entered. “This is a surprise,” you smiled.

“I felt good,” you shrugged, and finished mixing the pancake batter. Once you were satisfied. “I have to take advantage of the good days.” Laura nodded.

“We have some fresh fruit that will go well with those pancakes.” You smiled. You were glad that Laura allowed you the space to cook without trying to take it from you.

Soon enough, the smell of food brought each family member out. Bucky and Nat were the first. The couple grabbed some pancakes and bacon and thanked you with a smile. Next was Copper and Lila. Laura ensured there was at least some fruit on their plate before sending them to the table to do their homework. They were supposed to get it done before this weekend. After them, it was Yelena. It seemed impossible not to look at her, and your heart flips. Her braid was a little messy. Her sleepwear was big on her frame, but she looked at peace.

The blonde walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you flush to her chest. “Morning, baby,” you whispered. “Coffee is ready.” She kissed the back of your neck and removed herself from you. You sadly missed her warmth. You built a small plate for her, and she took it while she passed to eat breakfast with Natasha and Bucky. Finally, Clint emerged with Nate on his shoulders.

“I think you are getting too big for this, buddy,” the archer said, placing his youngest on the counter. You smiled and poured him coffee. “Thank you.”

“Alright, it’s homework time for you, too,” Laura said, handing Nate a bowl of yogurt topped with fresh fruit. Nate groaned.

“I don’t wanna.” He complained.

“Then you should have done it when I told you to,” Laura smiled and pinched her youngest on the cheek. Now that everyone was fed, you made your plate and cup of coffee.

“Come on, bud,” you said to Nate. “Let’s see if we can tackle this homework together.” He sighed, jumped off the counter, and joined his siblings at the table.

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Yelena was sure her coffee and food had gone cold. Her eyes were trained on you. It amazed her how easily you fit in with this part of her life. You moved around the kitchen and immediately jumped in to help the kids with their homework. You were explaining a math problem to Cooper. The eldest Barton struggled with the subject, but from the looks and sounds of it, you were explaining it in a way that he understood. Gods, you were driving her insane. She thought these feelings of having a family and leaving the fighting died in the Red Room. But you were waking them inside her. To make matters worse, she had only just met you.

Once Copper focused on his assignment, your eyes found her. You winked, and a playful smirk was on your face. Such a fucking tease. A sharp flick to her cheek pulled her out of her less-than-PG thoughts. “Stop that,” Natasha said. “You are eye fucking.” Yelena huffed and took a sip of the coffee. Thankfully, it was still warm.

“Please, I have walked in on you and Bucky.” The super soldier shrugged.

“You should have knocked,” Yelena rolled her eyes and dug into the food you cooked. It was unfair how good you were in the kitchen, even though your body struggled to eat.

“Have you spoken to Melina?” Natasha asked after a few beats of her food. The mention of her adoptive mother caused Yelena to cringe. When she was in Iowa, Melina called her twice and texted her, which she ignored. “By that face, I guess that is a no,” Natasha chuckled. “She needs to talk to you.”

“And why can’t you talk to her?” Yelena countered. Natasha held her gaze before finishing her coffee.

“I have, but she clearly needs something from you that I can’t provide.” Yelena dropped it as she heard the bitter tone in Natasha’s voice. While the relationship between her sister and Melina was better, it was still complicated. There was a level of distrust buried deep in Natasha, which Yelena couldn’t 100% fault her for. Everything about her family from Russia was so overly complicated. Sometimes, it was easier to forget about all the wrong. Sighing, Yelena nodded.

“I will call her after breakfast.” Natasha seemed content with that answer, but soon a playful smirk appeared on her sister’s face. “What is that look?”

“Nothing,” she said. Yelena glared at her sister.

“It is not nothing,” she mimicked her sister’s American accent. “Say it.” Natasha shrugged and leaned back against the couch. She was looking at you with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Have you told Melina and Alexei about her yet?”

“No,” Yelena said. It wasn’t like she was keeping you a secret. Hell, she invited you to Iowa, but telling her adoptive parents was complicated for her. The Bartons saw her as a hero, an Avenger, while Melina and Alexei knew her as the child prodigy of the Red Room.

“Scared of the shovel talk Alexei will give her,” Bucky said.

“No. That man is an idiot.” She wasn’t afraid of Alexei scaring you off due to a shovel talk. The man stood like a tank but was a softie at heart. She was scared you would finally see how much of a monster she was.

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Yelena disappeared to the Bartons’ home office. Unfortunately, Melina had problems with the database she designed to track all the Widows. It was malfunctioning slightly. Hopefully, it would be a simple fix as she entered the code she wrote. It aimed to help them see what Widows were still under Dreykov’s control. It seemed never-ending. Especially with the Blip, they lost so much time.

Suddenly, her vision was obstructed by hands covering her eyes. “Guess who?” Your voice tickled her ear. Yelena pretended to think.

“Mhm,” she thought. “Lucky?” You gasped and dropped your hands.

“Unbelievable,” Yelena chuckled and spun around in the chair. Her hands went to rest behind your thighs that weren’t covered by your sleep shorts. You looked beautiful like this - relaxed, happy, and not worried about tomorrow.

“It is unbelievable you are jealous of a dog,” you shrugged.

“I was wondering where you ran off, too,” you said, taking a small step forward to play with the hairs at the base of Yelena’s neck. She felt her tense muscles relax against you. It was unfair how much your touch and voice affected her. “I thought you ran away without me,” she said.

“I would never,” Yelena said seriously while she looked up at you. You chuckled, tracing the slope of her nose with your finger before glancing at the laptop behind her.

“Are you busy or can I steal you?” You asked. Yelena looked at the computer and wrestled with two halves of herself. On one hand, she wanted to be a good daughter and fix what Melina needed. It was up to her to free them all. It could wash all the blood she shed. The other half, she wanted to be selfish. She tried to choose for herself. “Yelena,” the blonde turned her attention back to you. “If you are busy, I can wait.”

You could wait, you told her. But you were feeling good today - how many days would you have left? Yelena smiled. “It can wait. What do you have planned?” For once, she chose herself and not her duty.

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Your plan was a combination of your idea and the Barton kids. Since it was your last day in Iowa, they wanted to take you to the playground. They described it as a wooden jungle gym that Tony bought for them. Honestly, it was nice seeing the billionaire care about the family of those on the team. The more you learned about him, the different image you created in your head.

Yelena left quickly after breakfast. Natasha told you she was working on something for their adoptive mother. Honestly, you were okay with it. It gave you time to hang out with Bucky and Natasha. You learned that Natasha liked to fluster the super soldier. You enjoyed listening to Bucky talk about the 40s.

By lunch, Yelena remained locked away in Barton’s office. To you, that would not do. One, she needed a break; two, you would not stand for her to work all day on your last day here. You packed a little picnic and told the kids to get ready to go. Convincing Yelena wasn’t hard. After getting changed, you followed the kids to the playground hand and hand with Lucky by your side. As the playground came into view, the kids took off running, as did Lucky.

Yelena brought you to a small clearing and spread the picnic blanket. “So,” she said once you were both sitting down comfortably. “What did you pack?” You smiled.

“See for yourself,” you watched the blonde go through the basket. First were the small sandwiches—you made enough for you, her, and the kids. The second thing was a bowl of fruit that was left over from breakfast. The last thing was a container of mac and cheese. Lila told you it was Yelena’s favorite, with a little hot sauce, which you also packed.

“Is this for me?” The blonde asked.

“Well, I would like some,” you laughed.

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I will think about sharing.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thank you, detka.” She kissed you softly.

“Of course. You deserve it.” Before she could protest, you took a bowl out and grabbed the mac and cheese from her. “I’m hungry.” You pivoted the conversation. Yelena smiled, but her eyes gave her away. Every day, you would tell her how much she deserved someone to care for her. She deserved happiness, love, and light. Even though her taste in mac and cheese was something to be desired. You cringed your nose at the hot sauce on her mac and cheese portion. “Dr. Carpenter called me,” you told her after moments of peace. She looked at you intentionally. “He wants me to start the new round of treatment instead of taking a break.” Yelena frowned.

“How do you feel about that?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. I was excited for a break, but I trust him if he wants me to move forward.” Yelena took your free hand and rubbed her thumb across it. “I am a little nervous,” you whispered. I don’t know how this will affect me.”

“You are not alone, though,” she said. “I am here and so is Stark.” You smiled.

“I know,” you squeezed her hand. “I start tomorrow.” Yelena nodded. Thankfully, she dropped it and focused on the food you provided. Once you both were done, you cuddled against the blonde and watched the kids play.

“Thank you for coming,” Yelena whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you said back. “I love it here.” Your face was pressed into the crook of her neck. You kissed the skin you could reach without entirely pulling away from her. You could feel her breath hitch, and it made you smile. It was a little mean, but you felt so powerful when she became affected by you. How could you not? A Black Widow, an Avenger, was weak to you. You sucked a mark on her neck. The groan she let out made your stomach dip.

Carefully, she grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her. Her touch was gentle yet firm. Her green eyes were dark, but you weren’t scared. “Careful, sweetheart,” she mumbled. “Do not start something you do not wish to finish.” Her lips ghosted against yours, and you moved to kiss her, but she refused to kiss you, still holding you in place. A soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. Yelena smirked. “Takoy nuzhdayushchiysya (so needy).”

Finally, she kissed you. She kept it tamed due to being outside and in front of the kids, but God above you wanted to deepen it, forgo anything deemed unacceptable. She was weak to you, but you were weak to her. She was a drug that you were addicted to. Suddenly, Yelena yelped and ended the kiss. She rubbed her ear and glared at her sister, who appeared with Bucky, Clint, and Laura. “Keep it PG, children.” Yelena secretly flipped off her sister. Natasha tisked. “Come on, Belova,” she said. “You’re up,” Yelena mumbled something in Russian but stood up. She helped you stand and followed the group.

You shouldn’t be surprised that they added a knife-throwing range on the back of the playground. Even the three Barton kids gathered to watch the competition between Natasha and Clint vs. Bucky and Yelena. From your understanding, the targets were divided into points. The closer to the center, the more points you received. However, they staggered the targets. If you hit the furthest target, your points were tripled. Laura was in charge of keeping score.

It was a close match. Natasha would hit a bullseye on the second target, and Bucky would copy. Clint hit the first target, and Yelena followed suit. It was fun to watch, but your mind couldn’t help but try to find a mathematical way to figure it out.

Math was simple. Math was dependable. All you needed was the distance from the starting point to the target, average speed, and the knife’s balance. Observing Yelena, her grip on the knife changed depending on what target she was aiming at. She held it by the handle for another one and by the blade if it was the closest one. Interesting.

So you would need to solve for R - the number of rotations required to hit the target. The formula danced in your head.

R = w*t = w * d/v. Simplified, the formula would be R = w*d/v.

The knife Natasha threw at the first target rotated 2 times per second, with the target only being 5 meters away. If you threw the knife at 10 m/s, you would only need one rotation. R = 2.5/10 = 1.

Other factors, like wind, sunlight, and the knife’s weight, would be harder to factor in, but it was close.

The competition ended with Clint and Natasha winning by 2 points. “Can I try?” Everyone looked at you, obviously shocked.

“Go for it detka,” Yelena said. You smiled at the blonde and walked over to the starting point. Three knives were waiting for you.

“I can move it closer.” Clint offered. You glared at the man and picked up the knife, which caused him to shrink back.

“Careful, babe,” Laura laughed. “Never tell a woman what to do with a knife in her hand.” You looked at the knife in your hand and tested the weight. One rotation was all you needed, if your math was correct. You aimed at the target and threw it. The knife hit it, but not the bullseye. You frowned and picked up the second. So your math was correct, but your aim was the problem. The second knife hit the bullseye, but not the center. You huffed and bit your lip. The third and final knife his dead center.

“Eh, not bad,” you turned to look at the group. They were stunned into silence beside Yelena. Her green eyes were dark again, looking you up and down. It made your body head up. “What?” You questioned. “Do I have something on my face?”

“How the hell did you do that?” Natasha asked and pointed to the target. You looked at the older Black Widow, then back at the target.

“It’s basic math,” you sighed when they remained quiet. I calculated the distance between the target and how many rotations I would need,” you shrugged. It’s a little iffy with the sun and wind, but I made it work.”

Bucky whistled. “Damn, remind me never to piss you off.” You laughed.

“Don’t play me in pool then.” It was a simple statement that you thought would amount to nothing. You weren’t expecting to be led back to the Bartons’ house and down to the basement - a fully renovated basement with a massive movie screen and a mini bar. Yelena told you the basement project was a present from Kate. Everyone seemed to be spoiling the Barton kids. You needed to step up on your Auntie duties. You could take Lila and Cooper swimming with sharks. But you weren’t sure how happy Laura would be about that.

You took a pool stick off the wall while Clint racked the balls. The archer was your first opponent. “Do you want to break it?” You asked him as you put the chalk on the tip.

“Ladies, first,” you rolled your eyes but set up. Everyone filed into the room. Yelena was behind the bar making tisked for the kids, but you could feel her eyes on you. Laura made some popcorn while Bucky and Natasha leaned up against the wall. You swore you saw Natasha pass a ten-dollar bill to her boyfriend.

You broke the balls—not sinking any, but that was okay. It was your plan of action. It allowed Clint to sink two stripe balls back to back, but he missed his third. So you were solid.

Pool held a special place in your heart. It reminded you of your college days of sneaking into a bar you weren’t old enough to be in and beating men double your age for 20-100 bucks. Chelsie and you would play for hours at an old mom-and-pop restaurant. The owner allowed you to play and provided all the fires you could eat if you helped him each year during tax season.

But your love for the simple game came from your mom. She told you stories of how she would hustle men at bars to earn extra bucks. It wasn’t her intention to teach her 6-year-old, but you had a knack for it.

It helped that you saw the table as a coordinate plan. It was a simple chalkboard - the table became a grid. Each pocket a fixed point and every ball a coordinate. It wasn’t a randomness they become vectors and trajectories. You could sketch invisible lines in your head: a triangle from a cue ball to the rail to the target.

The entire game was a mental game of geometry. “Pocking the 8,” you told him. The game wasn’t close. You made two shots back to back and ‘missed’ the next. This allowed Clint to get one more shot, and then you ran away with the game. But the shot you called wasn’t going to be easy. There were a few balls in the way, but you weren’t worried. Smiling, you took your stance and hit the cue ball.

It was a trick shot as your aim was at the wall, not the ball. Even though you were 95% sure the ball would go in, you were still impressed when you landed it. Clint shook his head with a laugh. “How did you do that?” You shrugged and began gathering the balls to re-rack.

“It’s simple geometry,” you smiled at the others. “Whose next?”

Maybe it was a little mean and a major ego bust that you were able to best a few Avengers, but you needed the few wins life would give you. However, Yelena was a challenge. She was shoot for shoot with you. Maybe it was a dirty play, but you had to rely on a different tactic. Flirting. Sometimes you had to go low to keep your winning streak alive. Small touches. Playful smirks. She leaned over the table while she took her shot.

You sank the winning shot and straightened up. “Told you,” you smirked. “I know my way around a pool table.” You put your stick back. “I would bleed men dry with bets.” Natasha walked behind Yelena.

“I think you broke my sister,” she smacked the blonde on the back of her head. It snapped her out of whatever slump she was in.

“Dinner is ready,” Laura called from the stairs. She left to start the food before the final game. The basement cleared out one by one until it was just you and Yelena. Her green eyes followed you as you approached the pool stick in her hand. You took it easily from her.

“You know,” you smirked. “This is the quietest I’ve seen you.” You put the pool stick back and walked back over. Suddenly, Yelena pinned you to the pool table. The edge pushed into your back, but the pain wasn’t on your mind when her lips were on your neck. “Shit,” you stuttered and gripped onto her shoulder.

“I have been trying to control myself,” she bite down hard, no doubt leaving a mark you’d get shit for. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”

“Lena,” you moaned, back arching as her hand slid underneath your shirt. “Please.” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Hell, all rational thought left your brain. You were seconds from letting her fuck you against the pool table.

“Please, what, baby?” Yelena chuckled against your skin. Tell me what you want. I would give you anything; you have to ask.” You were thankful that she held onto your waist, or your legs would have given out. “Fucking beautiful.” Yup. Your first time with Yelena would be up against a pool table in Barton’s basement. You were okay with that.

Then the basement door opened. “Get your tongues out of each other’s mouths and come eat food,” Natasha’s voice called out. Yelena groaned against your skin.

“Come on,” you giggled and patted her back. “The last thing I want is for your sister to see you with your hand down my pants.” You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and gently pushed her away. Before she could complain, you grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs. Natasha smirked as you walked by her.

“Nice artwork you got there,” she teased, pointing to your neck. You shrugged.

“The chemo makes me bruise easily.” You grabbed a plate from Laura, who was also trying to hide her smile but failing. “I didn’t know I was dating a vampire.” Yelena gasped.

“Were you not the one to say you like to claim what is yours?” A chorus of ‘ew’s came from the dining room table. You were sure you heard Copper yell, ‘Get a room, ' which Yelena mumbled, ‘I wish.’ Yeah, you were going to miss it.

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Dinner was dragged out. Laura made a quick, easy dinner, but everyone ate it slowly. It seemed like no one wanted this weekend to end. Finally, you were packing up your room and saying goodbye to the Bartons. You gave the biggest hug to Lila, Nate, and Cooper, and told the eldest two you would take them swimming with sharks (out of earshot of Laura). Clint told you to call him if you needed anything and kissed you on the top of your head. Then it was Laura. The mother of three held you tight, then cupped your face in your hands. “I will see you again,” she said with such belief that you believed her. You held onto her wrist with one hand, unable to make a promise you weren’t sure you could keep. “And remember what I told you.”

“We are family,” you whispered.

“Yes, we are,” she pulled you in for one more hug. “Stay strong, sweet girl, you got this.” You blew out a deep breath and nodded against her. It hurt to pull yourself out of her arms and follow Yelena, Bucky, and Natasha onto the jet. Luckily, Bucky and Natasha took the cockpit, so you followed Yelena to the seats. She made sure your bags were put away, then buckled in. “Natasha is a -,” she paused when she looked at you and saw tears in your eyes.

“Nothin’,” you tried to push the tears away, but they fell down your cheek. “Uh, Laura reminds me of my mom, so I uh-” you blew a raspberry out. “Sorry, this is so stupid.” You pushed the palms of your hands to your eyes.

“It is not stupid,” Yelena gently pulled your hands away. Can you tell me about her? Your mom, I mean.”

“Really?” you asked. Yelena nodded and kissed some of the tears away. “Well, she was my best friend.” And, you thought, I wish she could have met you.

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Back at the tower, you put your stuff in your living room and said hello to Wanda before heading down to Tony’s lap. You watched Tony move around his space with music blasting, unaware you were there. It gave you a chance to observe him. This was the man the media and the world couldn’t see or refused to acknowledge. The man behind Iron Man, Stark Industries, and the Avengers. The human behind everything. You remembered you witnessed a college protest against Stark Industries and their involvement in the construction of weapons that were killing innocent people. You were proud to witness the peaceful protest then, but now you understand that war and fighting are complicated. There were no winners when blood was shed. Sometimes you forget that a different Tony met your mom at a different point in her life. “Hey kiddo,” Tony said as he finally saw you, and FRIDAY turned down the music. The billionaire hugged you quickly. “How are the Mormons? How are you feeling?” His eyes scanned you over.

“Iowa was good,” you said, walking over to one of the bean bags and dropping down on one. I got sick—just once, though, which honestly is not bad considering everything. Did Dr. Carpenter call you?” The man shook his head and sat next to you. He wants me not to skip a week and continue with the new treatment plan.”

“How do you feel about that?” Yelena asked you the same question. Sighing, you shrugged.

“I trust him,” you said. “So I’ll do it, but I would have liked a break.” Before he could say more, you fished a piece of paper from your pocket. “Here,” you handed it to him. “I finished it on the way home.” You closed your eyes as he looked at the sketch of the Black Widow suit you designed.

You’ve been staring at it for so long that you could draw it with your eyes closed. The most significant change from their original suit was functionality over style. It was lightweight and had armor similar to the Black Panther nanosuit. To you, it made sense with all of the physical hand-to-hand combat they experienced. There were subtle red undertones for Natasha, and Yelena had white. The Black Widow symbol was removed. Their boots allowed for more noise-dampening and better climbing. The signature Widow Bites were sleeker, now integrated directly into their gloves.

“These are incredible,” you opened your eyes as you heard him stand up suddenly. “We can start building them today. I may have to reach out to Shuri, but we can start with the basics,” you giggled at the man’s excitement. “Do you want to help? Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

“Nope,” you stood up. “Right where I want to be.” His smile was infectious.

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You weren’t sure how Tony could work such long hours in the lab. A headache was forming from all the lights and screens. But you were able to make good progress before Kate came running in. Tony was able to hide the project. “Are you good at darts?” The archer. You pointed to yourself. “Yes, you. Yelena said you were amazing at the pool. Do those kills translate to darts?”

“Uh,” you dragged out. “Kind of.” Darts were okay. Not your favorite game, but bars were more likely to have a dart board due to space.

“Amazing,” Kate clapped her hands together. “Alright, Stark, you’re coming too. It’s game time.” Tony huffed and rolled your eyes.

“Come on,” Tony said to you. “Before reinforcements come down.” You were so confused, but you followed him out of the lab. It was how you found yourself at a dart tournament between the Avengers. It was held outside at the covered heated patio. Music was playing. Tony was behind the bar serving drinks, and when you weren’t playing, Yelena held you hostage with her arms around your waist.

It seemed wild that this was your life now. Months and years spent alone, now you were surrounded by so much love.

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[honeydippedfiction]

happy bday 🥳

for Joe burrow from hurt/comfort 3,28, and 18?

like maybe reader and bf get in massive fight and finally end a toxic relationship, reader runs to Joe he’s happy it’s over, and he stays with her to comfort her.

Idk just and idea

#honeydipped1k

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#3. "I didn't know where else to go, I'm sorry for bothering you.", #18. "Can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?" "I'm not leaving you alone when you're like this." & #28. Not hiding how relieved/happy/satisfied they are when you tell them you broke up with your ex for good.

Joe Burrow x black!femreader

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Y/N had always been the kind of person who tried to see the best in people. She believed in second chances, in working through problems, and in the idea that love could fix most things. But lately, she’d been questioning just how far those beliefs could stretch, especially when it came to her relationship with Terrence.

At first, things had been simple. Terrence had charmed her with his easy smile, his sweet words, and the way he made her laugh when she needed it most. He wasn’t perfect, but then again, neither was she. They’d connected over their shared sense of humor and love for adventure. Early on, she had felt like they balanced each other out—his spontaneity complementing her calm, his boldness playing off her cautious nature. For a while, it had been enough.

But now, as months had passed, things had begun to shift. At first, it was little things. Snide comments when she made decisions he didn’t agree with. The subtle, passive-aggressive jabs that stung more than he realized. Then, it became worse. The arguments had started, small at first, easy to ignore or smooth over with a forced apology and promises to do better.

But slowly, the cracks deepened.

Y/N found herself walking on eggshells more often than not. Terrence’s temper had flared during their dinners, when he was frustrated with work, or when she’d suggested they spend time with friends instead of staying in. The insults were sharper now. The silence after every disagreement was heavier. He would shut her out for days, only to return with some half-hearted explanation, like nothing had happened.

And every time, Y/N tried to forgive. She reminded herself of the good times, the laughs they’d shared, the way he had once made her feel safe. She reminded herself of how much she had invested into this relationship, how much she wanted it to work. But the truth was becoming clearer with every passing day—this wasn’t love. Not the kind of love she deserved.

Her friends had noticed it too. They’d tried to tell her, gently at first. "Y/N, you’re different when you’re with him," they’d say, concern lacing their voices. "You’re not yourself." But she had brushed them off. She didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to admit that the man she had thought she would build a future with was someone who was slowly tearing her down.

It wasn’t until tonight that she couldn’t pretend anymore.

It had started, as most of their fights did, with something small—something insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Y/N had suggested they go out with some friends to celebrate the weekend. Terrence had shot the idea down before she could even finish her sentence.

“You know how I feel about going out,” he had snapped, eyes narrowing. “I don’t feel like wasting my time with your friends. It’s just gonna be some boring night.”

She’d tried to reason with him. "It’s not about the night, Terrence. It’s about spending time with people who care about us. We haven’t done anything together in weeks."

He had scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Always with the guilt trips. Why can’t you just take a hint and let me relax?"

The words cut into her, but she held her ground. "It’s not about you relaxing, it’s about us connecting. We’ve been growing apart, Terrence. Don’t you see that? I’m not asking for much, just a little effort."

His face twisted in annoyance, the muscles in his jaw tightening. “Effort? Is that what you think this is about? Effort? You’re always complaining about something, Y/N. Maybe it’s you who needs to change, not me.”

She could feel her patience slipping, her heart pounding in her chest. The exhaustion of months of unspoken frustration and hurt bubbled to the surface, and before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling out.

“You think I need to change? Maybe you should stop being so selfish for once and actually listen to me.” Her voice was shaking, the tears already threatening to break free.

His eyes darkened, and he stepped toward her, pointing a finger in her face. "Selfish? You're calling me selfish? You’re the one who’s always complaining, always nagging me about something. Maybe if you weren’t so damn needy all the time, we wouldn’t have these problems!"

Y/N’s chest tightened as his words echoed in her mind. It was always the same—every fight ended with him deflecting blame, with him making her feel like the problem. The anger flared inside her, but beneath it, something else was growing: a quiet sense of realization. This wasn’t just an argument. This was the end.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” she snapped, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and fury. "I’m not your punching bag, Terrence. You can’t keep treating me like this and expect me to stick around."

He smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, so now you’re leaving me? You’ve been threatening that for weeks, Y/N. You’re just too weak to actually do it.”

Her heart dropped at his words, but the finality in them broke something inside her. Maybe it was his blatant disregard for her feelings. Maybe it was the fact that, deep down, she knew she’d been too afraid to let go for far too long. But she wasn’t weak. She wasn’t going to be dragged down by someone who couldn’t see her worth.

“No,” she said, her voice steady now. "I’m not weak. But I’m done, Terrence. I’m done. This… this isn’t love. And I’m done trying to fix something that isn’t worth fixing anymore.”

The words hung in the air between them, charged and full of finality. Terrence’s expression shifted, confusion and anger flaring together. “You’re really going to do this? You think you’ll be better off without me?”

Y/N shook her head, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “Yes. I will be.”

The silence stretched between them, a tension so thick it felt suffocating. And then, as if he couldn’t stand the weight of it anymore, he let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "Fine. Leave then. You think you’ll be happy? Go ahead."

But Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t run after him or beg him to reconsider. She didn’t try to hold onto something that had been slipping through her fingers for far too long. Instead, she turned and walked away.

Out the door. Out of the life that had drained her for so long.

As she closed the door behind her, she didn’t feel the weight of loss. No, instead, she felt the lightness of freedom.

She had done it. She had broken free.

And for the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel alone.

Y/N didn’t know where to go, or what she was going to do next, but she did know one thing: she was done with Terrence. For good.

And as she walked out into the night, her phone buzzing with unanswered calls from him, she made a decision. She couldn’t stay in this mess any longer.

Without even thinking, she dialed the number she knew she could always count on. Joe’s.

“I need you,” she whispered when he answered, her voice thick with emotion. “Please… I don’t know where else to go.”

The relief that flooded her body in that moment Joe said for her to come over was overwhelming. She didn’t have to be strong anymore. Joe had always been her safe place, the one person who had never let her down. The thought of seeing him, of being in his presence, soothed her racing heart.

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Joe's mansion loomed ahead as she approached, its warm lights casting long shadows across the driveway. The sprawling estate, tucked away on the outskirts of town, was a world away from the chaos of her life. The imposing structure was softened by the warmth of its lights, and for a moment, she let herself be swallowed by its calm.

As Y/N approached the front door, she could hear the sound of weights clinking, the familiar rhythm of Joe’s late-night workout. She smiled despite herself, a bittersweet feeling settling in her chest. Joe had always been like that—steadfast, reliable, someone who found solace in the familiar routines of his life. She had always admired that about him. But right now, she just needed the comfort of his presence, the steadying force he exuded.

Without knocking, she pushed the door open, the sound of it creaking on its hinges echoing in the vast entryway. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stepped inside, her sneakers soft against the polished hardwood floors.

Joe was in the kitchen, wiping his face with a towel after his workout. He was dressed in a simple gray tank top and shorts, his muscles still glistening from exertion, but the moment he turned and saw her standing there, his face shifted from casual to concerned in an instant. His gaze dropped to the frantic trembling in her hands, the tears brimming in her eyes, and the exhaustion in her posture.

“Y/N?” His voice was a whisper, as if he wasn’t sure whether he was seeing things clearly. “What happened? You’re—what’s going on?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Y/N crossed the room in two long strides, her arms instinctively wrapping around his torso as her body shook with the force of her emotions. She buried her face in his chest, feeling the solid strength of him against her like an anchor in the storm.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” she whispered, her voice ragged and broken. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

Joe’s heart twisted at the sound of her voice, cracking with sorrow. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer, his hands smoothing over her back in slow, calming motions. “You’re never bothering me, Y/N. Never. You don’t have to apologize. You never have been, and you never will be. You’re safe here. Always.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into him, letting his solid presence calm the frantic storm inside her. She didn’t have to explain herself. She didn’t have to say anything. She could just be—here, with him. And that was enough.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the world outside seemed to disappear. It was just Joe and Y/N, standing in the quiet of his mansion, holding onto each other like they had done a thousand times before. But this time, it was different. This time, Y/N wasn’t just seeking comfort. She was seeking escape, seeking freedom from a relationship that had drained her for far too long.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes red from the tears she had held in for so long. She wiped her face quickly, trying to regain some semblance of control, but there was no hiding the pain in her eyes. She met his gaze, and for the first time in months, she said the words that she knew she had been too afraid to say before.

���I broke up with him,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. “For good. This time, it’s over.”

The words hung in the air between them for a beat before Joe froze, his hands still resting on her shoulders. His mind raced to process what she had just said, and for a moment, his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t just relief that washed over him. It was a rush of emotion he hadn’t expected.

He didn’t even try to hide it—the relief, the happiness, the almost overwhelming satisfaction that she had finally done it. Finally broken free. Joe’s shoulders sagged with the weight of his own relief, and a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t just a smile—it was a sense of quiet joy, as if a burden had been lifted not just from her, but from him too.

“You did?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion, almost as if he was confirming that he had heard her correctly. “Y/N, I—I’m so glad you did.”

His eyes softened, and there was a genuine warmth there, one that reached far beyond simple friendship. It was relief. It was happiness. It was a long-awaited moment where he knew, deep down, that she had finally chosen herself.

Y/N nodded, the weight in her chest finally starting to lift. “I had to, Joe. I couldn’t keep doing it. The fighting, the manipulation, the lies... it was suffocating. Every time I thought it would get better, it just went right back to being the same. I couldn’t breathe anymore.”

Joe's hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. He tilted her face up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You deserve so much more than that. So much more than him.”

Joe’s gaze never left her face, and the intensity in his eyes was almost overwhelming. He reached out and cupped her cheek, his touch gentle but firm. “You deserve so much more than that, Y/N,” he said, his voice a quiet promise. “So much more than him. You’ve always deserved more.”

His words hit her like a wave, washing over her with the force of something she had never quite realized she needed to hear. She had always known Joe cared for her—but the way he said those words, the sincerity behind them, made something inside her shift. She wasn’t just hearing him as a friend. She was hearing him as someone who truly cared for her happiness.

“I just feel stupid for staying so long,” she admitted quietly, her voice cracking. “I knew it wasn’t right, but I kept thinking he’d change. That maybe it would get better.”

Joe’s thumb brushed over her cheek, wiping away a stray tear, his eyes soft with understanding. His voice was unwavering when he spoke again. “You’re not stupid, Y/N. You’re human. And sometimes, we all stay longer than we should, hoping things will change. You wanted to believe in him, in the good you saw in him. But you did the right thing. You chose yourself.”

Y/N looked up at him, something raw and real flickering behind her eyes. She realized, with an almost painful clarity, how much she needed to hear that. How much she had needed him—needed his steadiness, his unwavering belief in her—for far longer than she had been willing to admit.

A shiver ran through her as she exhaled deeply, the release of tension a physical sensation. The weight of her decision, and the years of pressure she had been carrying, finally began to lift. She leaned into Joe’s chest again, feeling his warmth radiate into her. She didn’t want to be strong anymore. Not tonight. Not when he was here.

“Thank you,” she whispered, the words barely audible as she leaned into his touch.

Joe pulled her closer, his lips brushing the top of her head. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” he whispered back. “And that you’re here.”

She nodded, tears still lingering, but something had shifted. She wasn’t alone anymore.

“Can you... can you stay until I fall asleep?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, vulnerable, fragile.

Joe’s heart twisted at the vulnerability in her voice, at the quiet plea for him to stay. He didn’t even hesitate. His response came easily, instinctively.

“I’m not leaving you alone when you’re like this,” he said, his voice warm but firm. “I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She let herself be led to the couch, feeling the warmth of Joe’s presence beside her as he made sure she was comfortable. He adjusted the blankets around them both, his touch light but comforting.

Minutes passed in peaceful silence, and soon, Y/N’s breathing slowed as she drifted into a restful sleep, her body relaxing against Joe’s. He stayed awake a little longer, watching over her, his heart swelling with a protective tenderness.

As he kissed the top of her head, his voice soft in the quiet of the room, he whispered, “I’m so glad you’re free, Y/N. You deserve everything good that’s coming your way.”

In that moment, Joe realized that maybe this wasn’t just about her escaping a toxic relationship. Maybe it was the beginning of something new—something better. And for the first time in a long while, he felt the stirrings of hope, knowing that they were both exactly where they were supposed to be.

[dioslesbianwife]

Can I request the part 7 characters with a partner who is like Tonio Trussardi like she got a stand because of her amazing cooking and alone

How would they react to her stand being able to fix them being tired and as bonus they getting food that's so amazing

Gyro getting his pizza mozzarella 🍕

yes totally, thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy <3

Johnny Joestar

Johnny is suspicious at first. He’s seen too many weird Stands in this race to trust a cook whose pasta makes people cry.

But after a few servings of your creamy fettuccine and a brush of Stand energy through his back, suddenly his neck aches less. His headaches vanish. His shoulders relax for the first time in weeks.

He blinks. “I’m not... tired?”

Johnny gets quiet and emotional. “Is this what normal people feel like all the time?”

He’ll lie down beside your cooking fire like a satisfied puppy. When you make biscuits, he folds two together like a sandwich and eats them warm with jam.

He gets possessive of your meals. If anyone tries to cut the line or disrespect your food, he’s immediately like:

“That’s her Stand. Her gift. You don’t get to mock that.”

Gyro Zeppeli

He’s the first to get excited about your ability.

“You’re telling me this is a Stand? From pasta? SIGN ME UP.”

He immediately begs for pizza. Like, literally sings “Pizza Mozzarella” while you work.

The moment he eats your pizza, his back straightens, his skin glows, and he lets out a gasp like he’s seeing God.

“THIS IS A DIVINE EXPERIENCE!! What did you put in this sauce?! Is it legal?!”

He calls your Stand “the taste of miracles.”

Starts inventing fake ailments just to get more food:

“Ah! My wrist! It hurts! I may need... a risotto remedy!”

But in quieter moments, when he’s sore from battle and scared for what’s ahead, your warm, nourishing food brings him peace he rarely lets others see.

Diego Brando

Diego is WARY. He assumes your cooking is some sort of trap or manipulation tactic.

He watches others eat first. Waits for results.

When he finally tries a dish, he flinches- then furrows his brow.

“...Why do I feel like I just slept twelve hours?”

Your Stand heals a wound in his leg he didn’t even know was infected.

That’s when it clicks. He stares at his plate and mutters, “...This is dangerous.”

But he keeps coming back. Quietly. Always claiming, “I just need calories for the next ride.”

One day you make him stew and he actually smiles. A real, small, grateful smile.

“I don’t know how you do it. But… I guess it’s nice. Having someone like you around.”

Hot Pants

Surprisingly supportive from the start. Your Stand reminds her of her own in that it helps people- just in a less bloody way.

She’s cautious but curious. When she eats a sample pastry and feels her stress melt off her shoulders, she raises an eyebrow.

“That’s effective. You’re more useful than half the Stand users we’ve met.”

Hot Pants doesn’t gush about the taste like Gyro or get defensive like Johnny. But she’ll quietly clean every bite off her plate and linger a bit too long for seconds.

She helps you forage or get ingredients when she can.

If someone insults your food, she stares them down silently until they back off. No one messes with you on her watch.

“You feed people hope,” she says one night, serious. “That’s rare. Don’t stop.”

Funny Valentine

At first, he doesn’t see the national value in what you do- just an interesting anomaly.

Then you serve him a dish after an exhausting campaign speech and tell him to “eat and rest.”

The moment he finishes, his muscles feel brand new, his fatigue gone, and his headache fades into nothing.

Valentine looks at his hands in stunned silence.

“You… healed me. Without consequence.”

He begins to see your power as almost holy. A gift that could serve America’s future.

Starts offering you protection, supplies, and even a private kitchen space.

He dines in silence, eyes closed, actually savoring each bite.

[sacabambaspisu]

Itadori makes you ginger chicken meatballs!

word count: 0.4k, fluff

a/n: requests open (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

“Gahh.. I'm hungry..” You whined, body sprawled out on Itadori’s bed as you looked at him with those silly puppy eyes.

“Oh, I can cook something for you! Do you have anything in mind?” Itadori smiled while squatting down beside the bed, running his fingers through your hair. “Mmm.. I want something savory..” you sighed out, relaxing with his touch.

“Hum.. Ginger chicken meatballs?” You immediately perk up hearing that, using your arms for support to pick yourself up. “Hell yeah I want that!” He chuckles at your excitement and gets up, lending out his hand towards you. “Let's make it then!”

Holding his hand, he walks with you to the kitchen. He grabs an apron and puts it on himself, running his fingers through his hair whilst showing off a little. “Let the greatest, Itadori Yuuji, be your chef for tonight!”

You giggle at his antics, watching over him intently while he prepares the ingredients: Ground chicken, finely chopped green onions, ginger paste, egg yolks, salt and pepper.

He puts all the ingredients in a bowl, using twice as much ginger. Mixing them well and kneading it with his hands, you can't help but notice that he does have nice hands.

“Hm? What's wrong?” Itadori asked curiously, snapping you back to reality. “Oh– nothing!” You laughed, a hint of nervousness in your voice but he brushes it off and laughs with you.

After kneading the ingredients together, he made sure to wash his hands before grabbing a spoon so he could shape the meatballs. “Can I help too?” You asked him, he smiled at you, “Sure, let's go together with the power of romanceeee!” he joked, making you giggle and gently punched his shoulder with your hand.

Tossing the meatballs to a pot, and all that's left is to make the soup and boil them. Just being beside Itadori already made you happy enough, he really is the best.

– –

“Time to eat!” you both exclaimed cheerfully, just looking at the food is already making you drool. Using your chopsticks, you grab a meatball from the pot, blowing on it before putting it in your mouth. “Mm! It tathes so goof.. (it tastes so good..)”

“You should chew before you speak!” he scolded you gently, letting out a muffled chuckle from you. You continued chewing on the meatball, savoring the flavors from it.

“You're a pretty good chef, Yuuji!” You smiled gleefully at him, “Heh–Thanks!” You can see a faint blush on his cheeks, cute!

– –

Finishing the well-deserved meal, Itadori laid back with his arms for support as you're drinking the last few sips of your water. “Oh yeah, I ever taught Fushiguro how to make these meatballs too. We should invite him and Kugisaki to eat sometime!”

You smiled at the idea, nodding. “Yeah, it would be fun.” Letting out a sigh as you rubbed your belly, feeling full and satisfied. Suddenly, Itadori lets out a burp.

“What the.. Hey!–”

“Sorry!”

[cyberspacebear]

i have also fallen down the niche pipeline of being obsessed with both hivemind and the yard you are not alone 💌 i also think that riley and graydon would mesh so well with the yard if they ever had them on (tho maybe 6 would be too many ppl so if one of the boys missed an episode . i've thought abt this a lot)

YES thank you. i need the hivemind guest ep so bad it is hurting me. i was in the dustiest ass channel of the yard discord pleading for it

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the ask prompt game...

Spirk #17 to distract

"Report," Kirk ordered. The word buzzed low against Spock's ear, quiet and audibly tense.

"Less than two minutes until they reach our location, Captain," Spock replied promptly. "Commander Scott will need at least another eight before the transporter is operable again." His voice was equally hush, despite their perceived solitude. He had seen carelessness take far too many lives during his time in Starfleet; he would not allow it to take his captain as well - and, illogically, Spock could not quite dispense of the phantom sensation of eyes on the back of his neck.

"We'll need to bluff it," Kirk decided, looking grim.

His gaze was strangely intense against Spock, full of rioting emotion, and, almost, Spock wished to look away. He did not. Instead, he nodded, holding steady eye contact.

The odds, Spock knew, that Kirk's gambit - whatever it may be - would succeed were... poor. The guards had, after all, seen their faces. But Kirk would keep fighting right until the bitter end, and Spock, of course, would be right beside him.

Solemn, he vowed, "I shall follow your lead," though he knew Kirk would not have doubted it. Still, the unnecessary words were well worth the way the tension around Kirk's eyes melted away, the somber set of his mouth slipping instead into a golden-edged smile.

Almost wonderingly, a soft chuckle fell from those lips, incongruous in their surroundings and entirely treasured. "What would I do without you?" Kirk asked, reaching up to exert gentle pressure on Spock's bicep.

I pray you never need find out, Spock made to say, getting only so far as drawing in breath before the sound of distant footsteps drew them both from their quiet moment, snuffing the words before they could take shape. "Eighteen seconds," he said instead, after rapidly adjusting his calculations. Faster than anticipated.

Kirk nodded, some unreadable emotion hiding in the soft crease between his brows.

"Forgive me, Mr. Spock," Kirk said softly, and Spock did not have time to question what he meant before Kirk was pulling him down by his shirt, dragging their lips together with great urgency.

Quite suddenly, Spock found that his mind was entirely blank. Strange heat flickered through his whole form, and his universe narrowed to only Kirk, all soft and human-warm, who was pressed flush to his chest and kissing him.

One, then two seconds stuttered by in which Spock thought no thoughts at all, struck utterly motionless in the face of such unexpected attentions. He only felt, swept away by the sensation of pliant lips against his own and warm fingers stroking through his hair, gently mussing.

The very first thought to break to the surface was simply, Jim. A wave of emotion flooded in with it, astonishment and affection sweeping over him in such quantities that he felt nearly lightheaded.

The second was, We will be caught, and Spock jolted as something near to panic rose up inside his gullet, urging him to take Jim into his arms and run.

The third, however, was not his own; it was pressed into his katra from the outside by Jim's careful fingers, his clever mind slipping easily past Spock's shields. Play along, he said, projecting deliberate calm through their connection. Still, Jim was unpracticed in telepathic arts, and beneath that false serenity Spock could feel a tangle of guilt and determination, bitter and writhing.

The truth came to Spock in one fell swoop.

Jim's gambit... was this.

His lips and his hands, which pressed themselves so tenderly to Spock's skin, were not for him.

It was not love which had drawn his captain into his arms, but mere utility. Jim had realized what Spock had not: though they could not hide themselves, they could, perhaps, distract from themselves.

Two men attempting to look inconspicuous would only draw suspicion. Two men locked in a romantic embrace, however, may be overlooked - or even deliberately ignored. Few were comfortable with looking closely at the private passions of strangers, and fewer still would see reason to. Those searching for them, Spock hoped, would not. There would be no logic in halting an escape attempt solely for a kiss, after all.

Therefore, in order to escape unnoticed, they must be convincing.

They must seem, to any observers, to be completely and entirely immersed in one another, with no care for anything going on in their surroundings, and no fear of discovery.

Two lives, purchased with a kiss.

It was entirely logical, then, for Spock to part his lips, inviting Jim's tongue to dip inside of the wet cave of his mouth and meeting it with his own. If a groan rumbled deep within his chest, it could surely only help their cause; there was no need to swallow it down.

This disguise would, Spock observed as Jim's tongue flicked gently at his mouth, be far easier to maintain than it had any right to be.

It was a terribly simple matter for a man in love to behave as though he were a man in love.

The difficult part, then, would be remembering that it was a ruse. Already, heat bubbled deep within Spock, aching want suffusing his every neuron. Every faint brush of flesh sent golden tendrils of telepathic energy sparking across his skin, and it was all Spock could manage to hold himself back from pressing hungry fingers to Jim's meldpoints and sinking into that wonderfully enticing mind.

Instead, Spock slipped a hand beneath the hem of Jim's shirt, rucking up the cloth until he was tracing patterns across a smooth expanse of golden skin. He flexed his hand, allowing his nails to scratch carefully along Jim's spine, and did not permit himself to consider reaching upwards, to Jim's face - or worse: downwards, beyond the waistband of his pants.

He wondered if Jim would have chosen this, had he known how very much Spock wanted.

Perhaps it was selfish of Spock to allow it.

Still, he could not force himself away - not when Jim's life was at stake. The kiss was his lifeline, and so the kiss must remain.

The touch of their minds, however, did nothing to aid Jim. It was solely for Spock's benefit, taken from Jim without his knowledge or intent.

That, Spock could end.

If Jim was to unknowingly place himself into the hands of someone who wanted more than he would wish to give, then Spock would take it upon himself to be his protector - even if the one he must protect against was himself.

And so, Spock opened himself to every offered touch, and girded his mind against every stray thought, until not a single wisp of golden energy could find its way past his defenses.

When Jim's thigh nudged its way between Spock's legs, Spock spread his stance wider, allowing him to press closer, and did not let himself feel. His hands grasped and squeezed at the soft flesh beneath them, drawing quiet gasps from a pink-flushed throat, and no pleasant hum buzzed against his fingertips, carrying with it the flavor of human emotion. Jim nipped at his lips and pet at his hair, and Spock pressed every scrap of yearning deep down within himself to where they couldn't emerge.

Eyes closed and spirit aching, Spock kissed him.

_____________

from this ask game

[ohnoitsz1m]

Halflife ponies. Btw.

A warning to any MLP enjoyers: if this ends up on derpibooru or any similar site I'll gnaw you into splinters like a cheap plastic dog toy. I'm on the DNP lists under animatorfun and I'll request a new link for this blog specifically if I havw to. Please stop reuploading my shit 💀

Edit: i forgot to reenable the layer with Gordon's glasses it's so over. I was wondering why she looked weird oughhgggh

Edit2: fixed gordon <3

[raffi-cat]

hivewing sketches/studies i did a little bit ago trying to figure out how to draw them

[anastacialy]

alright as much as everyone (including me) has been nitpicking and critiquing season three of bridgerton i have to hand them one thing and that's no other season has made me this insane

[tinyfantasminha]

👍

[starryluminary]

FINALLYYYYY GOD. THIS TOOK 2 WEEKS TO BEAT

Reached 30 tags so here’s the rest of my thoughts:

AND I PLAYED FOR ANOTHER TEN HOURS. IT NEVER ENDED

but yes. despite all that whining I did have a blast with brothership

I want to play through it again. I feel like this is the kind of game that needs a second play through to digest it properly

Ok that’s it. Glad I finished l. Goodnight folks

[buttercupshands]

friend gift acquired

the whole gang is hereeeeeee

[fingertipsmp3]

Okay I’m adding two more resolutions for 2025. I am exclusively mood-reading books, which means no TBR and no regimented planned reading, and I am also refusing to wear anything I don’t want to wear

[trans-yllz]

I've really really loved this season of d20 but I do agree with the criticism that the combats have felt a little bit too low stakes. all of the battles have been really Fun and creative and d20 is first and foremost a comedy show, and especially with this season in particular, the conflict and stress wasn't supposed to be coming from the combats but I do feel like at times brennan gave the pcs some crazy insane advantage without matching the difficulty, so the battles often felt like there were no stakes