#and turning the entire damn thing off and on again didn't help!!

[supercantaloupe]

whyyyy did the speakers in my car suddenly start sounding like dogshit

[lovemomhatepolice]

i'll make it fit - rafe cameron

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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: sexual overtones, established relationship, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex (PROTECTED YOURSELF), this damn tiny polo!!, English is my second language!, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4

belonging: NO NUT NOVEMBER!

type: totally smut (this is the first time i've written something like this, which has practically no plot at all, just sex itself. keep my fingers crossed that it didn't turn out badly!!!), small plot but really small

word count: 1,8k

summary: rafe cameron likes things too small for him.

more content: obx masterlist, rafe cameron masterlist

Mornings in Tannyhill were mostly quiet. Since Ward Cameron was dead and his entire family had moved to a house in the Bahamas, it was quiet there. Hearing of Sarah had disappeared - she was probably somewhere with her friends, again putting her life at risk, nothing new. And the only one who lived there was Rafe, who had taken over the company from his father and decided to return to the “old garbage.” Well, and you lived there too, by the side of your beloved. You couldn't have dreamed of a better life.

You were awakened by the bright rays of the sun, which rudely crept through the slightly parted curtains into your shared bedroom. You dragged yourself lightly and glanced at the clock, which was on the bedside table and, as usual, was making that unbearable sound.

After muttered under your breath, you slipped out from under the warm quilt, which, to say the least, wasn't all that necessary - after all, it was summer. But by the fact that you were in just a lace petticoat, it definitely enveloped you with a warmth that was missing.

You didn't know what time it was, but by the fact that Rafe wasn't next to you, you knew it was probably after nine o'clock. You didn't have to look for him for long, because as soon as you stepped out into the hallway from your bedroom, you heard his voice. You looked out the balcony door, which was gently open, and smiled at the sight. Rafe, in a freshly stitched buzzcut, was sitting on the couch talking on the phone. In front of him on the coffee table he had papers spread out and a laptop in which he was busily tapping something. As soon as he noticed you he sent you a slight smile, but he was so engaged in the conversation that he did nothing more. And you couldn't be passive, after all, he was wearing a beautiful blue and damn tight polo that exposed his perfectly shaped biceps. You laughed quietly, seeing him nervously tweak them as they rolled up higher and higher each time, not covering as much of his arm as they should.

Despite his serious tone on the call, his eyes would flicker toward you every few moments, his smile softening just enough to let you know he was glad you were there.

Not one to resist temptation, you decided to have a little fun. You strolled over to him, moving slowly, letting your fingers trail along the back of the couch as you circled around to where he was sitting. Rafe’s eyes darted up, narrowing slightly in a silent warning.

You didn’t make it easy for him. With a mischievous smile, you leaned over and whispered into his ear, "That polo looks a little tight, don’t you think? You might need help taking it off later."

“Uh, yeah… sure,” he said to the person on the other end of the call, clearing his throat as if to regain his composure. “Send it to the office, they'll take care of it,” he muttered, hanging up.

You moved your hands over his shoulders, gently massaging them. Rafe put the phone down on the table, closed the laptop and leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking at you.

“You know what you're doing, huh?” he parroted under his breath.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered, letting your breath tickle his skin. “Just trying to make sure my man relaxes after handling all that business.”

“And what am I supposed to do with you?” he muttered, covering yours with his hands. “Whatever you want,” you muttered, going down with your palms on his chest. “Oh, but this polo is really too small for you.” Rafe laughed under his breath and gracefully helped you past the couch so that you were now standing in front of him, between his legs. You were in just a white lace slip that didn't cover much underneath, so Rafe could immediately see your hardening nipples.

You let out a soft laugh as Rafe’s strong hands gripped your thighs, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. You straddled him, your knees sinking into the plush cushions of the couch on either side of his hips. The way he looked up at you—like you were the only thing in the world that could hold his attention—sent a warm rush through your veins.

"So needy" He muttered, stroking your hair and putting it behind your ears. “Who would have thought that you would beg for my attentions so much?”

“I'm not begging,” you muttered, swallowing your saliva loudly.

You could have sworn that in that moment Rafe heard your loud heartbeat. And even though you had been together for more than a year, he continued to trigger the same feelings in you. “No?” he asked ironically, his hand touching your pussy, which was covered only by a thong. “I would say something else.”

“Rafe,” you muttered, gently pushing your hips out to meet him as his nimble fingers pressed your clit harder. “So wet,” he mumbled, moving your panties aside and nimbly sliding his ring and middle finger into you.

You brought your face closer to his and grabbed his jaw, bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss. It was still quiet around you, the only things you could hear were the birds and your moans, drowned out by your boyfriend's mouth.

His thumb moved to your clit, the touch was light, teasing, his fingers tracing slow circles that sent tingles up your spine. And his fingers didn't stop moving up and down, each time hitting the exact same spot. Rafe knew what the fuck he was doing, he always knew how to make you in heaven in a moment by his precise movements. He knew your body like no one else, just like you knew his.

“Cum for me, baby,” he said, moving his lips to your naked neck. You felt you were close - Rafe did the same, following the feeling as you pulsed on his fingers. You didn't have to wait long until your body shook with pleasant and familiar reflexes, and you came on his fingers, burying your head in his neck.

Rafe took his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, sucking on them. Oh this sight and Rafe in his damn tight blue polo, was something too strong for you to go through. You moved against his lap, letting him know that this was not what you wanted. “Still eager, huh?” he laughed throatily, but you didn't have to wait long. Rafe always knew what you needed and you got it right away. "You taste so good, baby"

“Rafe please,” you muttered, clasping your small hand over his large cock, which was getting harder and harder under you. “Anything for you,” he muttered, quickly getting rid of his pants.

Without much warning, he entered you. Slowly at first, because you knew very well that he was big. And even after so many times together, you continued to feel a slight discomfort at first. But Rafe always made it fit. He couldn't resist your tight pussy, which was even screaming for his attention. “Fuck, tight as ever,” he whispered, correcting himself on the couch so that you were more comfortable. “But don't worry, I'll make it fit.”

And as he said, so he did. With agility, he began to move inside you, making both of you nothing but moaning messes.

“Wait, I want,” you said, putting your hand on his chest. On that damn sexy polo. “Oh, a princess wants to take control?” he laughed under his breath, catching you under the thighs, but as if on cue he stopped moving inside you, making you feel again how big he was inside you. You groaned involuntarily, but didn't give in. You moved nimbly on top of him, practically taking him out of your pussy every now and then, and then lowering yourself all the way down again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe groaned, his head falling back against the couch, exposing the strong line of his throat. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted as he watched you, completely entranced by the way you were moving, the way you were making him feel.

You could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to let you set the pace, but the way his fingers flexed against your skin told you just how badly he wanted to take control.

“Not yet, Rafey,” you muttered, moving even closer to him. “You deserve the best. Especially, when you're in that slutty polo"

You increased your pace, but Rafe couldn't stand it anymore either, and came against you, entering your pussy from below. At that moment your bodies were merging at the perfect moments and places, so you were already not far from orgasm. And with that, he captured your lips again, his kiss rougher this time, more urgent. There was no more teasing now-just the raw, unfiltered need that always simmered between you both, threatening to spill over the edges.

“I'm so close,” you whispered into his mouth, clamping your pussy against him every so often. “I know, baby, I can feel it,” he muttered into your mouth, gently biting your lip to reach inside again. "Mmm, so good for me"

Rafe grabbed your buttocks and with even more force began to pound his cock into you. Your tongues fought for dominance, and your hands couldn't find room on his body, clamping down on the collars of his shirt.

"Shit" he murmured into your lips, feeling as his cum shot into your pussy, making quite a mess.

Not much later you too reach climax, clenching around his dick. Exhausted, you leaned on his shoulder kissing his neck. Rafe stroked your back, still calming down after the orgasm that hit you surprisingly hard this time. You felt him smiling over your shoulder, so you shared his happiness, smiling too. You moved your head off his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes now. He was still inside you, so every movement, made quiet sighs come out of your throats.

“What's so funny?” you asked, stroking his jaw and kissing the corner of his mouth gently.

“Maybe I should wear that tight polo more often, just to find yourself in your tight cunt again?” he laughed lightly, returning your kiss.

“Oh shut up, asshole,” you muttered, lowering yourself on top of him once more until he groaned and settled his head on the back of the couch, pulling you against him.

A/N: I know there's a lot of Rafe or Drew here lately, but I swear, when I see this man, I feel so ungodly that oh jesus, i hope you enjoyed this

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[vivwritesfics]

Wedding Rescue

Abandoned at Lorenzo's wedding, you called upon your 'situationship' for help.

Oscar Piastri x Leclerc!Reader

"We're going soon," her brother whispered to her as she spoke to their aunt.

She waved him off, made a note of what he said, but continued to speak to their aunt. It was rare the entire Leclerc family got together, with Charles in F1, Arthur as a development driver and her in fashion school in London.

But this was Lorenzo's wedding. Of course the entire family had to get together.

Charles met her eye, tried to wave her over. He used to head to gesture to the exit and he thought she gave a nod. Thought.

Charles, Alexandra, and Arthur walked out of the venue. She should have been following them, she should have been behind them, ready to climb into the back of Charles's Ferrari with Arthur.

But she wasn't. She was catching up with aunts and uncles and cousins. She was enjoying spending time with her family.

Lorenzo sat beside her. "Congratulations, Enzo," she said as she threw her arms around him. It was so damn exciting, her big brother taking the steps to start a family of his own.

Lorenzo hugged her back. "Thank you, ma petite sœur," he replied. "Do you know where Charles is?"

Shit, Charles. Standing up, she grabbed her little purse. It held nothing but her phone, a phone that didn't have her bank card attached. "Probably by the car," she said as if it was nothing.

Kissing Lorenzo on the cheek, she rushed out of the venue.

But Charles was gone. Arthur and Alexandre were gone. The Ferrari was gone.

Fuck.

Pulling her phone from her purse, she held it up to her ear and waited for Charles to pick up. There was just a few seconds between the phone ringing and him answering.

"Are you not in the back of my car?"

"Do you think I'd be calling you from the back of the car?!" She tried not to shriek the words, tried not to draw the attention of the employees outside of the venue.

"Charles, seriously, come and pick me up." She knew she sounded spoilt and entitled, but that was her right as the little sister. But, also, he fucking abandoned her!

She heard Charles release a sharp breath. "I'll turn around when I can, but you're going to be there for a little while," he told her.

"Charles." She tried to fill her voice with warning, but that had never worked with Charles. And she couldn't give the puppy eyes over the phone.

"I'm sorry! I'm trying."

She let out a sigh. "Forget about it," she said, leaning against the nearest wall. But then she remembered just how expensive her dress was and stood up straight again. "I'll find another way home."

Everybody in the Ferrari knew what that meant. "Just let one of us know when you're there," Charles said. "Love you."

"Love you." She hung up.

For a moment, she considered it. They weren't really a thing, and she had no idea if he would bother picking her up. It would be nice though, if he saw her in this dress. If he saw her with her hair and makeup this perfect. A rare sight for him.

Fuck it. She opened her phone and dialled his number. "Can you pick me up? I'm stuck," she said into the phone, holding her bag against her chest.

"Aren't you at your brothers wedding?" He asked.

She pulled her lip between her teeth. Her brothers didn't know about them; it wouldn't have been a surprise if he said no. But she continued speaking. "Charles abandoned me here and I don't want to bother Lorenzo," she explained quickly.

It was warm, as long as she stood in the sun. Crossing her fingers, she waited for his answer. Please, please, please.

Nothing.

Please.

"Send me your location."

"Thank you, Oscar!" She cried. "I swear I'll make it up to you!"

She didn't have to make it up to him, she should have known. But Oscar kept that information in his back pocket.

He wasted no time in climbing in his car and driving to pick her up. The girl he wanted to ask to be his. The girl he wasn't yet brave enough to ask out.

Oscar loved having her in his car. She belonged in his passenger seat, her shoes off, holding his hand between him changing gear.

He saw her before she saw him. A pretty blue dress, a square sort of neckline and straps that went wider over the top of her shoulders. Flowers were dotted all over the bodice and longer skirt.

It fit her like a glove, forcing Oscar to tear his eyes away before he crashed his car. He parked and leaned over the centre console to push open the door.

Grinning, she held her skirt as she climbed into his car. "You're quite literally the best," she said as she settled down, her purse in her lap.

Oscar glanced at her once before he began driving away. "Good wedding?" He asked as she undid the straps on her heels and pulled them off.

"Yeah," she said, throwing her heels into her back seat. "Could have done with a plus one, though."

Her hand touched his. Oscar turned his hand over, palm up, and let her lace her fingers through his.

Part of her wanted to invite Oscar to Lorenzo's wedding as her plus one. But that would mean explaining to her brothers why he was there. Oscar was great, the best of them (them being the driver's she'd managed to get to know), but she wasn't ready to explain anything to her brothers.

There wasn't anything to explain to her brothers, yet.

"You just back in Monaco for the wedding?" Oscar asked her, his thumb moving absentmindedly moving over her hand. But he let go of her to change gear and then grabbed her hand again.

She let out a hum, her body turned towards him. She kept her head against the headrest, watching him as he drove.

"Heading back to London tomorrow," she answered and yawned. It had been a fun day, but it had been exhausting.

Oscar raised his eyebrows. "Are you staying with your mum while you're here?" He asked. Purely because he needed to know where to drop her off, right?

She nodded her head. "Yeah, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I went to stay with somebody else for the night."

Driving, Oscar couldn't see the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. But he knew exactly what she wanted from the tone of her voice alone. "Okay," he said, bringing her hands up to his lips.

He kissed the back of her hand as he drove past her mother's apartment, driving her back to his.

[k-ast]

frank castle when you flinch in an argument

frank castle x reader

sfw, angst, cursing, reader has been hurt in prev relationships bc thats somehow a recurring theme on this blog

a/n: friends it is 2:46am we are so back this is not proofread help. also i feel like any argument w frank starts bc he was worried

frank was protective. duh. you could tell when you met him that he has been through hell and back. could tell that he's a man that needs, constantly needs, to know you are okay.

the first time you came home from work later than expected, early on in your relationship, he had been so relieved that he couldn't bring himself to scold you.

he is still worried about you always, even after dropping you off at work, sending you a text for you to see when you have a break, and picking you up on time, every time, without fail.

so obviously, the second time your phone dies and you have to work overtime, he slowly starts to panic. again. worse than the first time.

frank tries not to think about you not answering his check-in message. you were probably busy. probably being the overachiever you are while helping everybody around you, and who was he to blame you? he sends another text just in case.

you were safe, right?

he calls over and over to ask what time he should expect an "i'm done! <3" text.

when you aren't picking up, frank laces his boots at top speed, gun already tucked in his belt, and he reaches for the door, set on finding you and bringing you home no matter the circumstance.

the door flies open suddenly, and his heartbeat stutters for half a second.

there you stand, holding everything all at once, clearly having bolted from the metro back to the apartment.

"frank i'm so sorry," you quickly say as you drop all your things on the kitchen counter. "i was-"

you're interrupted by frank shutting the door so forcefully the frame rattles, your explanation trailing off. he paces in the living room for a few silent seconds, hands on his hips, jaw clenched.

you try again, finding the courage to step forward, "frank, i'm sor-"

"why didn't you call, huh?!"

the repeated cutoffs start to make you feel like you should just shut your mouth until prompted.

"check your goddamn phone!" frank continues shouting, pointing at the counter vigorously. "count how many times i called you! you didn't see a single one of them?! not a single damn one?!"

"my phone died," you say meekly, beginning to pick at your nails.

you knew about him being the punisher. you start to think, maybe you should've expected harsher behavior since the beginning. special treatment wouldn't last long anyway, it never did.

but it still wasn't like him to raise his voice, or slam doors, or use any rhetorical tone at you. frank was always so sweet and attentive to you, full of feather touches. considerate of every movement he makes, always wary of his strength.

but in this moment, he's driving the argument home with his entire body, arms flying wide as he continues, "couldn't find a single plug in the building, is that it? is that fucking it?!"

"well, i-" you try to hide the sniffle that automatically comes when someone yells at you.

"i was preoccupied," you say, soft voice filling the room. "frank, i'm really, really sorry." you just never really expected that someone to ever be frank castle, your frank castle.

"yeah," he rubs his nose, turning back and forth. "yeah." and just when you start to feel relief that his volume is quieting, he turns suddenly and raises his voice again.

"well, you damn should be! do you have any idea what radio silence feels like to someone like me? it's fucking terrifying, that's what it is!"

and when his hands go over your head in a furious motion, your instincts get the best of you. your shoulders shrink as you turn your head away, bracing for impact.

part of you begins to wonder if you'd have to dodge. what were you supposed to do against the fucking punisher? you tune out his ranting with your own loud, drowning thoughts.

it's only when he does the movement a second time that he notices you even flinched. he notices your shallow breathing, glassy eyes, and fast blinks.

frank goes silent, mouth still open. he takes a second to register what happened, why it happened, but when he finally does, his reaction is back to the same frank castle you always knew.

he murmurs, "shit, shit, shit," over and over, hesitating at first to put his hands on your hunched shoulders.

you jump slightly at contact, about to apologize profusely for missing everything he had said previously. but apologies tumble out of his mouth first.

"hey, hey hey hey, look sweetheart, i'm so sorry, okay? i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to- to raise my voice and get so physical, alright?

"i wouldn't ever, ever hit you, okay? i'm not like that, yn, promise. i ain't like whoever's hurt you before, okay? i'm not like those fucking monsters, okay? 'm sorry."

he rubs circles on your back with one hand, the other cupping your cheek. "i didn't- i was just so scared, okay? i'm so sorry, sweetheart, so sorry, don't mean to scare you, never meant to. shit, i'm sorry."

you mumble weakly, "i'm sorry too. should've checked my phone, frank. i'll call you next time i swear, i swear i'll remember."

"it's alright. it's alright. fuck, are we okay?" when you nod hurriedly, he repeats, "okay, we're okay. we're okay. don't cry, baby, please don't cry."

frank kisses the crown of your head, moves the hand on your back into your hair. his thumb is restless, making repetitive brushing movements over and over. puts his forehead against yours.

"you've gotta be hungry, sweetheart, i'll order something." he tilts your chin up, kisses your cheeks to catch your falling tears.

"you wanna eat and watch a movie or something, sweetheart?"

there is a little voice in your head fighting your body's exhaustion, saying if you don't say yes, frank's gonna be mad. just say yes. it's all your fault anyway.

so you whisper a wavering, "okay," hoping he doesn't catch the tremble in your voice or the droplets hanging off your lashes.

but he notices. so in a desperate attempt to put you at ease, he says, "you don't have to, sweetheart, you really don't."

not quite knowing what he wants, you just slowly say, "i'm think i'm gonna to go to bed. i'm sorry, again, frank."

"'s okay." he lets you untangle yourself from his arms, wiping your tears quickly. he's left standing in the living room, calling to you before the door shuts, "hey, i'll join you in just a bit, okay?"

you wake up the next morning wrapped in frank's arms like a butterfly in a cocoon. you're pretty sure you fell asleep back to back, but somehow you found your way to each other in unconsciousness.

it was quiet and soothing, listening to each other's heartbeats. just two people trying their best.

a/n: its 4:53 am goodbye hope you enjoyed!

[sturnblue]

𐙚 — mini pizzas.

chris sturniolo :: reader

you and chris tried to cook mini pizzas but things didn't turn out as expected when you both got a little distracted.

warnings! fluff (kind of). kissing. making out. petnames.

"i don't know, baby, this sounds too hard f'me." chris said, reading the recipe over your shoulder. "oh, c'mon. we can do it, right?" he raised his eyebrows at you. "what? you were the one who came up with the idea, remember?" you added, watching his quiet reaction.

"yeah, i just didn't think you were actually buying it." you started to move around your chicken, searching for the ingredients. chris hopped up onto the counter, watching you.

the triplets had invited a few friends over tonight, and nick nicely asked if you could cook something for everyone—knowing how good you were in the kitchen.

you liked cooking, and honestly, some homemade food would do these boys some good. all they eat is junk food, so you agreed.

chris suggested mini pizzas—which wasn’t exactly a shock. but you liked the idea. who doesn't like mini pizzas? now here you were, trying to cook them, with your boyfriend's help.

"damn, you look so sexy when you're all focused like that." you chuckled, putting everything on the counter next to where chris was sitting.

he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. "i could just take you right here on this counter." you laughed, resting your hands on his chest. "you don't want to ruin the mini pizzas, do you?"

"why don't we just buy it? it would be so much easier." you quickly kissed his lips and made your way back to your ingredients. "you know it's not the same thing, baby. now, will you help me or not?"

"only if you give me another kiss." he teasingly smiled at you, making you chuckle. "i'm starting to think i should've asked matt or nick for help instead." you teased back.

"yeah, if you want your kitchen burned down." he said scoffing. "believe me, those kids are way worse than me."

you giggle and he quickly pulled you into his arms again, making you gasp. "one more kiss." his bright blue eyes hard to resist. "okay, but i really gotta focus, or else it won't be ready in time."

the kitchen was a mess—flour and sauce everywhere. you had just put the tray in the oven and were almost done.

chris kept playfully teasing you the entire time. some stolen kisses here, and sneaking extra cheese into his mouth there, making it nearly impossible to stay focused.

"god, you're a mess." he chuckled, hugging you from behind. you turned to face him. "that's your fault. you were the one who dropped the flour all over the place." he laughed, remembering the blurry white mess and how you gazed at him—furiously—but it didn't take long for you to burst into laughter.

"oh c'mon, it's way funnier to cook when i'm with you." you scoffed, shooking your head. "yeah, and don't forget chaotic."

he wrapped his hands on your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the counter. you let out a sharp breath, caught off guard. "chris, what—" chris brushed his fingers across your cheek. "flour." he soft smiled at you, showing his thumb, covered in white.

"god, we need to clean this place." you felt his hands slide from your waist to your thighs. "relax, sweetheart. this mess isn't going anywhere." he leaned in, brushing his lips on your cheek.

"but—" it didn't take long before his lips found yours, starting a soft, lingering kiss. he didn't deepen the kiss at first, but didn't pull back either, like he was waiting to see if you would. but you didn't.

you kissed him back, more intensely now. he could feel the taste of flour and sauce in your mouth, and you felt the cheese in his. you giggled against his lips. "what?" he asked smiling, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"we're tasting like pizza." he chuckled. "lucky you, i love pizza." he murmured and sealed his lips on yours again.

the kiss quickly turned into something intense, deep again. your tongues familiarly moving in sinc together. his hands running to grab your ass and your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

"i meant it when i said i could take you right here." his lips moved down to your neck, slightly marking your skin. "if you do it, i will have flour in my ass for the rest of my life." he chuckled against your skin.

"we should go to your room then." he murmured, voice hoarse, pressing his hips against yours. "skip dinner, what you think?" you lowly moaned, feeling his hardness against your clothed body.

"chris—" his hands teased the waistband of your shirt, making you shiver. neither of you cared how messy you both were—and chris wanted to leave you even worse.

he took your shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. "you're so beautiful." he whispered in your ear and you tangled your fingers in his hair.

his hands roamed over your body. he could get lost just from feeling your bare skin against his palms, so warm, so smooth.

"i fuckin' need you." he groaned when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him tighter against your lips. "please, ma."

you loved seeing him so desperate for you, going completely insane just to touch you, to feel you. the way he was addicted to every inch of you had you soaked.

you murmured against his mouth, sharing the same feelings as him—you were desperate for chris. nothing else in your mind besides the man tangled with you, and how every touch of his body sent jolts of excitement and pleasure through you.

his hands gripped your ass tightly, making you arch against him, while his lips were feverishly kissing your neck again. you gasped, feeling his tongue on you.

"so much better than any pizza in the world." he joked and you weakly chuckled, more worried about feeling his lips on your skin again. it was when you suddenly remembered.

your eyes widened and you quickly pushed chris off you, making your way to the oven. "holy shit, chris!" smoke filled your kitchen when you opened it. chris started trying to wave the smoke away with a dish towel. the mini pizzas were ruined.

"fuck." you sighed in frustration. "what am i going to do now?" chris wrapped his arms around you from behind. "it's okay, baby. we can order some food, no problems, alright?"

you weakly chuckled and he smiled in relief, head resting on your shoulder. "i can't believe this happened. it's your fault."

"mine? i didn't do anything wrong!" chris raised his brows, acting all innocent. "you were distracting me!" you turned around to face him.

"oh sweetheart, you can't pretend you weren't loving it." he kissed your forehead. "you're unbelievable." you rolled your eyes, chuckling. "but you're telling them what happened, okay?" you added.

"anything for you, pretty." he said, grabbing you by the waist. "now, where were we?" a playful smirk crept into his lips, his eyes roamed over your body, and he lifted you onto the counter again. he had that look on his face—you knew you wouldn't be able to resist it.

© sturnblue.

english is not my first language!

author's note :: not sure how i feel about this but yesterday i had a dream i was eating mini pizzas and all i could think about was chris help

[katszumi]

every room stood still. your kitten, katsuki insisted on naming 'skullcrusher', also didn't dare to move.

your head hung low, feeling the stuffy air sneak into your lungs. you glanced at the clock on your watch. 7:19. the usual time katsuki arrived at the doorstep.

normally, you'd rush to the door, showering your boyfriend with short pepper kisses on his face. but you remained on the velvet couch, the same couch you picked out when house shopping with katsuki.

a click sounded, indicating the door was recently unlocked. you harshly breathed in the same stuffy air, forcing yourself to swallow the panic that resided inside of you.

katsuki slugged through the door, immediately dropping his bag at the front door. his eyes met yours then to the kitchen, his face contorting slightly at the sight. it was empty?

"no food. what's up with you?" his words came off more formidable than he liked, especially when he knew something wasn’t right.

katsuki inched towards you, his eyebrows wearing an expression of its own. they were furrowed, his right eyebrow a little deeper than the other.

"katsuki," you started, breaking your words off.

he slightly cocked his head in confusion and worry. as he came closer, not only did he see your presence shaking alongside the couch, but he also saw two suitcases behind you that were clearly filled to the brim.

you watched how his eyes widened, how his teeth unclenched leaving his jaw to drop. his ruby irises instantly shot back towards you, scanning your face for any signs that you were playing a joke on him.

"what the fuck." the words leave his mouth too quick for him to register.

you swallowed nothing. "katsuki, we need to talk."

"talk?!" his mouth opened to continue yet no words seemed to come. oddly enough, for the first time, he was speechless.

"i-i need you to listen to me." you hated the fact that you stammered on your words.

"and then what?!" he paused, "you leave me?" katsuki's voice lowered in volume, a tone of angst leaked within his words.

you attempt to stand strong. you weren't even sure if this was the right choice now by looking at his wounded face.

slowly, you nodded.

"yes."

katsuki was expecting that. hell. who wouldn't when their girlfriend has two suitcases behind her? but hearing the words leave her mouth was entirely different. it was like a shot through his heart, the bullet penetrating every piece of restraint he had.

his head turned to the side. he was battling his thoughts; every fucked up thing he did occuring to his mind.

"is it because i left my bloody rag on the counter the night before? because if so, i promise to god, i will never do it again. i know how much you despise it." he went on his own plethora, his words and body language holding enormous amounts of panic.

"katsuki." you reinstated again. if he went on like this much longer, you were afraid you'd never have the strength again to walk out of the door.

"or because i yell too loudly at ungodly hours?" he ignored your words.

"katsuki." you repeated.

"i understand i'm not the easiest person. fuck. i'm even shocked i've gotten this far." he rambled, not caring about a word you have to say. he had to say something, do something, in order to convince you. bargaining with all of his strength. "what have i done? what do i need to fix?"

you reach for his hand, molding your hand to fit in his. you placed your open hand on top, soothing small circles into his skin.

"it's not you, katsuki."

katsuki's face fell. "then, why are you leaving me?"

"i can't live like this. i was not taught to be a housewife. to clean, cook, wait for your arrival every night at seven o'clock just to eat dinner with you." you shook your head. "i don't have a job or even a hobby! i am stuck within these walls everyday, the paparazzi at damn near every corner doesn't help either. i am exhausted being alone all day."

you could feel the sweat accumulate on katsuki's palms.

"i'll tell the media to back off. i swear to it. a-and, i know somebody who's looking for help with their business, i can set it u—"

"katsuki, i am miserable here!" you interrupted his words, slightly raising your voice. "i can't do it anymore! you are a pro-hero, dedicating your life to these people everyday. and what am i doing? making sure that your stomach is filled and that there's no stains on a countertop!"

katsuki was quiet, allowing the words to settle in. taking the moment of silence of advantage, you slipped your hands from his.

"you're a pro hero. you've made the ranks. you've accomplished everything you've hoped for." you sighed. "i just don't fit within your schedule."

katsuki remained silent, reality now kicking in for him. he bit the inside of his cheek to restrain the tears that were welling in his eyes.

"i'm sorry. i truly, really am. i just need to accomplish my own goals before it's too late."

katsuki's eyes fell to the ground, a very slow nod coming from him. he cleared his throat, also sniffling to remove the snot that was aching to run down his nose.

"where will you be staying?"

you echoed his action from earlier, turning your head sideways. you couldn't face him anymore after utterly destroying his heart.

"it's best if you don't know."

he paused. "right."

you spun on your heel to bend down behind you, grabbing your overly stuffed suitcases. you increased the height on the handles, slowly trudging them towards the door.

you couldn't believe that this was happening. it was a last minute decision. lying down in bed, realizing that if this continued, you'd be nothing more but a trophy wife that's made no true accomplishments on her own.

you were more than that. more than a cleaner and cook.

"i didn't accomplish everything." katsuki broke the silence.

you halted your steps, peering at him over your shoulder. you hoped he took the silence as permission to continue.

"i wanted to marry you. have a big ass wedding reception and drink until we could barely see anymore." he dryly chuckled. "maybe even have a few flowergirls of our own. that goal mattered more to me than any accomplishments i've made before in this life." your heart clenched at the fact.

tears covered your vision, your breathing starting to become sporadic.

"you can keep skullcrusher." you faced forward, grabbing the door handle. "i love you, kats. thank you for everything." your words trembled, tears uncontrollably streaming down your face.

as the door shut behind you, katsuki buried his face into his hands, and cried like a little boy in his now empty, silent home.

[amethystheartsx]

| I am in love and deep shit |

A tale of self-indulgence, affections and vengeance.

Part 1

SelfawareAu, isekai, vengeful mc. 8k words. LADS x nonmc!reader

AN: phew I finalllllyyyyyy got the first part done. I had a different idea but when people loved the vengefulMC arc so much I just had to redo the whole thing.

Summary:- you died and got isekai into LADS. Chapter 1: basically a crash out. Chapter 2: you meet the guys. Chapter 3: Lore?

Chapter 1: THE AWAKENING.

Pain.

Unbridled and sharp pain courses through your entire body as if it had been dispersed through the air and reassembled. You rolled off the soft plush of the bed and threw up a string of curses dropped softly from your mouth "fucking hell, I ain't ever gonna touch anything they give me ever again," you mumble to yourself.

Dazed and trembling you barely manage to stand up and look around. A vague sense of familiarity bound with the reality that this was not your room invokes sheer feelings of panic and fear. "no way, no fucking- WHAT THE FUCK"

The moment you realized you were not in your place, you had a very valid crash out, screaming and crying and banging on the door, demanding to be let out or else you would scream so loud the dead would- oh.

The door was not locked.

You were alone, you made sure of it. There wasn't a sign of another person, at least not one of a man. Everything in that apartment looked like it belonged to women, from the furnishing to the clothes that were present. It was a cozy and homey space with high-tech appliances that didn't sit right.

In the middle of desperately looking for your phone, you passed by a huge window; by now, you were alert enough to notice the difference.

You lived in a quiet, peaceful and clean town, nothing close to the sight in front of you, "wow!" Even in the current situation, you were mesmerized.

Tall skyscrapers, with fancy designs, streets, and roads unlike you have ever seen before. Forget the town. You were sure your country didn't have anything like that. "Am I in a different country?!? Did somebody fucking smuggle me- oh my- I am gonna throw up again" That feeling of sickness swarmed in your stomach when you theorized that you maybe were on a different continent altogether. 

Oh, you sweet summer child.

Just like that, you had another very valid crash out. In a fit of irrational haste you tried to make a run for it going straight to the front door but of course...it had a lock, and you had no idea how it worked you tried it once and then twice only to fail both times, scared you might screw up and alert the wrong people if you keep punching random buttons you stepped back, taking few deep breaths because Rash decisions were no help.

Now you were locked in.

Entering a spacious bathroom you went straight to find a mirror. Checking your whole body; you had felt such immense pain when you woke up. Surely there must be something wrong. All your fears died down when you didn't find any sign of injury or trauma. Absolutely nothing, only for it to now be replaced entirely by confusion. "The...the accident," you whispered, feeling perplexed. The images were still there; you were bleeding and severely injured, but right now, you stand here, all fine and pristine. Just how long were you out?

-----

"If this is some kind of practical joke, it isn't funny," you said out loud. You have been doing that for a while now as you searched for your damned phone. "maybe for you it is but the moment I catch you, you will wish I had died instead" Making threats to your imaginary kidnappers was turning more and more frustrating, tearing apart whatever was left of your sanity, a part of you regretted reading all those dark romance obsessed stalker fictions because look what happened.

Tired and parched from taking out loud so much, you went to the kitchen, the fridge, and the pantry fully stacked. You did find a cellular device, but your joy was short-lived since it was powered off due to a low battery. The charger was nearby, and you did not waste a second to plug it in.

Finally, a ray of hope had shined up on you.

While the phone charged, you started paying more attention; your focus was entirely on looking for your phone, but now that you had your 'kidnapper' phone, you decided to look for more clues about your whereabouts, and the best way to do that was through the news channel.

------

“Good morning, Linkon City! I’m Seliha Ramona, and you’re watching Linkon City News—bringing you the latest updates to start your day.

Something strange happened while most of us were asleep. Late last night, a mysterious energy flux wave passed over the entire city. No power outages, no disruptions—just a brief, unexplainable pulse of energy that left scientists scratching their heads and residents wondering if they dreamed it. So, what was it? A natural anomaly? Perhaps a wandered attack? Or something else entirely? We’ll be diving into what we know so far, right after the break.”

Any other sound emitting from the screen fell deaf to your ears as your knees gave out and you fell limp on the floor.

"no, no, no, no wakeup, wakeup, wake,p, wakeup, wake..up the wake. Up wake...." your eyelids grew heavy, and the room spun as you babbled incoherent words.

-----

When you regained consciousness again, the TV was still on. Something played on it, maybe the advertisement for some products you knew jack shit about. As you lay there on the cold hard ground, you don't bother turning it off; the noises keep you grounded. 

One would expect another wave of valid crash out but it never came. Your staggered breath and half-opened eyes were the only signs of life emitting from your body as you lay there...

Numb.

Once the irregular breath became steady you opened your eyes and welcomed the darkness. The sky outside had darkened, taking away the main source of light from the apartment. You stare blankly at the screen, not watching what it shows. A part of you had hoped to wake up in your world, surrounded by your things and people much to your dismay.

After you had actively accepted the fact that you were in Linkon City, a made-up place of a virtual world, you found the strength to sit up and then stand on your own two feet and hurry towards the device you had left to charge. 

As you go through that phone, something inside you churns as it vibrates continuously, notifications one after the other. 

Tara

yevone

Grayson

And others so you didn't care for you scrolled down pausing till you found .... them.

Dr. Mcdreamy

pretty fishie

eepy baby

handsome boy

Colonel bbg.

Your hands shake and you put the phone down, smart enough to make the connections. You were in the game; this was the apartment designed for MC, and this phone belonged to MC, but the question remains...

Where was she?

But wait...

Aren't you MC? Have you just taken her place but how? How in the ever-burning hell did you get inside the game? And what the hell are you supposed to do now?

The phone was useless now; you couldn't reach out to anyone; what would you even say?

"yes hello! See your world and everything you know is fake but me, I am real, and I decided how the fate of your world goes because it is all a game for me, but I am kind of stuck in the game right now so like? Do me a solid and help a sis out?"

Yeah no, that is not very smart.

-----

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror again, face wet with the cold water you splashed on your face.

"lucid dreaming," you give yourself a thumbs up to a viable theory. "Ugh, no, I only tried it once when I was 15...shifting perhaps? No, what am I even? ARGH-" You pull on your hair in frustration, and then it hits you.

Hard like the truck that killed you.

"coma! I am in a coma," you jumped. "Yes, now that makes sense. I got in an accident and fell into a coma!" Yes, you were pacing around talking out loud to yourself like a maniac, but it is all very valid in your given situation. "I just need to find a lamp and stare at it!"

Long story short. That didn't work.

You were looking up the internet for methods to wake up from a coma, but the best you could find were cases when patients woke up when they realized they were in a state of dream; self-awareness was something that may help a patient wake up. If not that, there were other medical ways that you were sure did not exist in your world. Whatever hope you had left was now in the hands of the doctor of your world.

Pushing the sleek laptop away, you lay back on the couch. "Now what?" you say out loud. "Well, if I am here, I might as well..."

Chapter 2: THE RE-INTRODUCTION

The hunter uniform looks good on you. It was a brand-new day, and staying in that apartment would not answer your questions. Tara had texted you the most. You made up Some excuse about being sick, but there hasn't been one text from....them.

Your heartbeat picked up at the thought of them, millions of questions running through your mind: will they recognize you as MC? Will they show you the same affection as they show her? How will it be? What if they know you are not the MC but an imposter? Because let's be real, no matter how hard one tries, you can't make your MC look exactly like you. The game didn't even have the right option to do your hair right!!!! MC is just 10 times prettier version of you with vaguely resembling features, so would they really know its you?!

Well, only one way to find out.

----

Turns out the lock on the door had an option of a biometric system in case of emergencies. Much, to your joy, it accepted your fingerprint so that answered your first question. You were in the place of MC!

You opened the door, took a deep breath, and stepped out; you went to the elevator.

Pressed the button and waited.

The elevator stops.

The door opens.

Nothing prepares you for the sight in front of you.

Standing there in all his glory was the sweet beloved neighbor, Xavier.

The tall, starry-eyed man looks at you as if he had seen something marvelous, a vision so puzzling he couldn't even breathe right.

You were in awe, too; you thought he was pretty on screen, but right now, you wanted nothing else but to hold him and find the solace in his arms that you knew he could bring you. It was as if he had been harvested from the sun it self, molded into perfection as a beacon of strength

The trance is broken when the elevator door starts closing and Xavier shoots his arm out to stop it "You-"

"Hi Xavier!! It's me! ymcn" you chirped, sounding a little too cheerful to be real, so smooth of you. "ymcn?" he tilts his head in confusion. 

Oh no, is he catching on already. the thought made you gulp. "Ah, you know your neighbor and very good Friend. You said stepping inside the elevator

Very smooth

Xavier graciously made space for you, his eyes scrutinizing, studying your every move and actions, he seemed to be on high alert and that scared you shit less. “So another day at work huh” you tried to make small talk feeling nervous but giddy, playing with the lobe of your ear, a dumb habit since childhood when you get awkward.

And finally, finally that guy cracks a smile.

“You really do that huh” be said his eyes suddenly brightening up with mirth, putting you at ease but you were confused “uh I do what-” you couldn't finish your sentence when Xavier suddenly reached out and pulled you flush into him.

Your brain shuts down.

He was so warm and despite his size, very huggable too. He seemed bigger then the description but then again you had taken infolds description with a grain of salt when they said Sylus was 6 '2 pfft.

It wasn't until you actually hugged him back that you noticed he was trembling “Xavier?” You questioned, trying to pull away only for him to tighten his grip “am sorry, just need to hold you right now” he mumbles face pressed in you neck making your heart flutter, it was hard not to jump at him and hopefully trigger the freaky Xavier to come out and play. You really questioned your morals at that moment. “Is everything alright Xavier” you asked again once you gathered yourself, noticing the fact that he’d squeeze you ever so gently every time you say his name “am good just…just need a hug”. He was so endearing, you can't be blamed for the way you just melt in his arms. “Awh sweetie, a difficult hunting mission?“ You asked, rubbing his back, a soft cooing sound from your lips that made Xavier dig his fingers in the softness of your waist and take a sharp breath. “ Uh I-” Before he could form a coherent sentence, the elevator door opened. You quickly pushed him off, you were at the ground level now and people needed to board on as well.

The moment you exited the elevator Xavier's finger found your wrist again holding it firmly, keeping you in place. You turned to see him and he was looking down at your body, not in a lustful way but observant. Still the fact he was looking at you like that made you blush “uh Xavier” you poke his side and his head snaps up to your face “oh I uh I am so sorry” he was aware of his staring…just not truly apologetic “its just I was looking for the injuries” he says nervousness taking hold on his tone “injuries?” you tilt your head, was mc supposed to have some injury at this point in the game?What chapter is this?.

“Yeah you know from-from our last mission!” He looked away and he didn't seem convinced on his own words “oh yeah no I am fine” you brush it off as just Xavier checking you out, you were his queen after all.

The thought made you giddy and inflated your ego.

“Still maybe go to dr. Zayne to get yourself checked” he said, fidgeting just a little. You didn't question the fact how he knew Dr.zayne, since in the game it was made clear that they weren't that aware of each other, but only because of the fact he looked so pretty when he blushed “yeah but I don't have an appointment I can't just barge in there now can I” you shrug as you both walk out of the building together. Hand in hand.

“No he will, he is your primary physician, he will take out time for you.” The conviction in his voice didn't miss you, while you were aware he was you LI and your affinity with him was just as high as Xavier's you still felt uneasy. “But my heart is-”

“Please” he begged, his sapphire eyes brimming with emotions, worrying being the most prominent one “that a- mission was bad and you were hurt. Captain Jenna told you to see the doctor first and foremost, remember?”

Like hell you did.

To not look suspicious you nod making him sigh visibly with relief “I'll go back to the headquarters I will do your desk work too” he said taking out his phone “wait you know where the hospital is right?” He asked, suddenly making you stiffen.

Like hell you did.

Again to not look suspicious you nod, Xavier only smiles “I'll still send you the directions” he smiles warmly, you couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl. His suave and charismatic demeanor fitting a royalty had you swooning.

Xavier not only gave you the address he fetched you a cab because let's be real, you don't actually know how to ride a bike ... .at least not the kind Mc had in the game.

And so now you stand in front of your other “boyfriend's” office. One thing you noticed was how everyone recognized you as the MC they treated you like they would treat her, Grayson even gave you the proper guide to his office not at all questioning why you would need to know, to them you were a wee little sick girl, who probably got a bad accident during a mission and is a bit confused and forgot…no biggie.

When you finally got the courage you knocked on the door, a smooth “come in” called back to you, an allowance to open the door and enter that you did.

“I was starting to think you fell asleep while standing right at my door” dr. zayne spoke his chair turned away as he fetched a file from a shelf behind him “who does that? I am pretty sure that's not possible” you say hoping he’d stay like that because after Xavier you were not in the shape to look at another devastatingly handsome man.

But of course he just had to turn.

You felt butterflies soaring when those sharp eyes were on you, This man. THIS man should NOT be a doctor. THAT face is not good for ANYONE'S heart.

“I think you should know that it is possible with some individuals, you maybe one of them”

“What is and a- who?“ you replied with a question, your voice strained, eyes unfocused.

“I am saying- are you having a stroke?” He asked head tilted as he tried to decipher your weird behavior.

“Possibly”

In hindsight you knew you should not have made that joke because now you were in a hospital bed going through tests. being closely monitored by Dr. Zayne. To no one's surprise your heart rate was accelerating in a concerning way.

“Nervous?” The doctor clad in white smiles in a knowing way. “It-its routine right. I am all good” you managed to say in between the short encounter with Xavier and now that you had no idea how you will handle the other three. You almost jumped at the prince and the doctor was making you weak….

This is so NOT going to be easy for you.

—

“So you were not having a stroke” Zayne comments the obvious. You were seated in front of him, on the other side of the desk “I told you it was just a dumb joke but you insisted on that test” you retorted not wanting to be accused of wasting his precious time, even if he seemed to be fine with it. “I know I just wanted to make sure of some things” he says vaguely with a dismissive wave as he reads the report Grayson had delivered, and as if on cue Grayson poked his head inside the office “doctor zayne I took the liberty to ask for equipment maintenance” He says.

“Thank you dr.Grayson”

“Yeah I mean after those inaccurate result of miss hunter I thought it was appropriate to do so, it be a miracle for her heart to be in that great shape in such-”

“You can leave dr. Grayson”

The other doctors cheeked flushed as he mumbles out apology and steps outside. You sat there, still. Surely Dr. Zayne is too smart for your bullshit right he can obviously see through it. Panic bubbles inside your heart again but before you could even formulate your next move he spoke up.

“You should get back to work too” zayne says, making you look back at him “I have ... .things to do”.

“Right! Yes, of course” you sat up from your seat hastily turning towards the door “see- see you on my next appointment” you said finding yourself to be looking forward to seeing him again, to revive that kind of care and attention again, one you only thought happened in fantasy…well you were living in one now.

Zayne lip curled into a slight smile, observant eyes softening in to tenderness. 

“Sooner then that I hope” the way he says it make your heart soar and you couldn't help but grin back “yes, of course”

As you exited the room, you noticed a movement zayne hunched over putting your recent test report in the paper shredder

—-

You had just stepped outside the hospital feeling giddy, the Sunshines on your skin spread in warmth over your body, there was a skip in your step as you walked. This wasn't as bad as you thought you could enjoy it till you woke up back in your world right? No harm in that, sure it will be hard to leave them but….

Your train of thoughts vanishes when an eerie feeling creeps up your back, that feeling of female intuition that puts you on high alert.

You are being watched.

You look up and around to see any signs of a mechanical crow but there was none. Hell you even retraced your step to make sure but there was no sign of anybody following.

“Caleb you sexy freak if that's you I swear…” you mumble as you continue in your direction before your phone buzzes. Captain Jenna had given you a day off. Apparently it was the doctor's order? But did not zayne just tell you to go back to work?

You decide to text zayne and ask why but a car, a gorgeous one at that, stopped right beside you followed by rather loud honking. You couldn't believe you couldn't escape catcallers even in a fictional world. You were going to ignore like always but of course that was not how it was going to go. “Hey cutie get in!” If it weren't for that voice you would not have looked up in its direction

“Rafayel” you gasped, the sight in front of you almost had you on your knees in broad daylight. “The one and only” the unfairly gorgeous man replies, pink pouty lips quirked in a smirk, well aware of your sinful admiration. “Now stop gawking, it's getting embarrassing, miss bodyguard” that playful lilt in his voice made your heart skip a beat, “get in now, we have places to be” he didn't even have to use his siren song to lure you into his ocean of secrets.

You got in his car without a single question, the soft face that glowed like a polished pearl under the sunlight made you forget all about those creepy feelings. “Where do we need to be?” You ask after pinching the underside of your leg to get hold of yourself.

“Tsk, don't tell me you have already forgotten? Weren't we going to find those corals that are going extinct? I need those pinkish pigments and only they have the right one, ah my miss bodyguard doesn't like me as much as I like her if she forgets so easily” he pouts.

Oh those lips. Its illegal not to kiss them right then and there

You are more than willing to get into another fatal accident, consequences be damned.

“Well I guess it's your luck then, I just got a day off” you chuckle looking outside at the view. Rafayel glances at you. Those gorgeous galaxy eyes taking your appearance neatly seated in his car. “mhm, super convenient” he says one hand one the steering as he guides the car smoothly on the roads of Linkon.

Something in his tone unsettled you and you turned back to look at him, he was whistling without a care in the world, those mischievous eyes on you again “can't get enough me huh cutie?” He says teasingly and your guards crumbled down before you could even get them up. “you know you look different” rafayel beams as the color drains out of your face. You fidget in your seat and open your mouth.

“You look so much more prettier now cutie, so lively”

His gaze lingers on you, seeing your cheeks flushed “I'd rather just spend my day looking at you instead of gathering coral” he sighs in a very dramatic fashion.

“Flatterer” you grumble, having a one sided beef with your treacherous heart for going absolutely crazy for him.

“As it takes you everywhere” he replies with a wink in your direction.

—-

“Rafayel? What corals would we find here” you said motioning at the small cafe in front of you. The sign said Destiny Cafe but something was wrong. Why was it so far from the main city and in the middle of nowhere? 

You had fallen asleep since rafayel said it was quite far away, mostly because you did not trust yourself with that pretty boy.

So imagine your surprise when he stops the car in front of the lonesome café. 

“Relax cutie, we are Just making a pit stop” rafayel dismisses your concern. “We-well okay but-” you wanted to speak but was interrupted by his ringing phone. The purple haired man groaned at the name displayed, it was Thomas perhaps?.

“Tell you what cutie, why don't you head in and get us a table and I'll be right there with you okay” his soft but callused hand pats your head, pretty eyes on you conveying his desire to not let you go even for a moment, you have had seen them so many times, but this intensity was real, a first. You could go through all his cards and chapters but still wouldn't find the look he was giving you now. 

This one right here was just for you. this aching desire was not animated, it was and unadulterated. A man who waited enough.

And that scared you.

“Alright” you speak softly, his soft hand trailed down to cup your cheek, a breath too long and you would have reduced to putty, easy to mold, to be sculpted by his artistic hands anyway he likes.

–

You enter the near empty cafe, aesthetic all it looked the same as the game giving a sense of calm. There was only one guy who was sitting with his back to you, you saw the lack of staff and was quite confused.

through the window you could see Rafayel in heated discussion flailing his arms around in such animated way that had you giggling “oh he is definitely the cutest” you say and not a second later a heavy arm drapes around your shoulder.

“What was that pipsqueak?”

You jumped turning to face those amethyst eyes that took your breath away. “Caleb?!?” You were happy to see him but also panicked because Rafayel was just outside. They weren't supposed to meet, at least not yet, you don't exactly remember where the game was but not here!.

“What are you doing here Caleb?” You ask him stepping away I front of him, a lame attempt to block his view of the merman thay was currently throwing a tantrum of some kind. “Aye come on pips are seriously gonna ask me that? it's our go to place we always meet here don't we?” His voice was playful and teasing but you did notice the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, screamed he knew something more than he should.

“I-I mean yeah but like i just didnt thought I'd bump into you today” you try to cover it up somehow. Caleb chuckles patting your head “I know but I am so glad to see you anyway” you had a revelation that you were actually a slut for those so you couldn't help but blush and look away to clear your throat in an attempt to not look completely pathetic. Unaware how his eyes darkened the moment crimson hues spread on your soft cheeks, “look at me pips” he says, he says his voice was breathy and caught you off guard when you look at him, those purple eyes you adored bore something far more primal then just adoration “uh ye-yes?”. He says nothing, just cups your face with both hands and squishes it ever so gently his hands felt kind of rough in a manly sort of way. “Caleb~” you whine making the man in front of you break out that teasing playful smile, he sighs “you are actually so warm and soft” he says, and no, nobody blames you for blushing as hard as were right now because who wouldn't if they were being cradled with such gentle affection.

“Thank you” you mumble and he only squishes your face harder making you whine again, you grab his wrist and pry his hand away from your face, hot or not he was still a stranger…we'll kind off.

You turned back to look at Rafayel, anxious once you see him ending the call “well Caleb don't you have things to do I don't know colonel things” you try to push a very amused Caleb away. “None actually I specially made time for my little pipsqueak” he says, and now you just felt bad trying to push him away,buy it quickly died when Rafayel turned around making his way to the cafe, it was clear he too had seen Caleb now “oh no..” You spoke softly bracing yourself to whatever awkward situation that was to come.

“Cutie I turned my back for a minute and you are already paying attention to some other man” Rafayel spoke calmly as he approached the two of you standing right next to you one armed draped over your shoulder. Rafayel did not looked too pleased.

Rafayel regarded the man with a nod that he returned, am in the midst of the pretty boy standoff you caught on to the air of familiarity between them.

“Ah yes rafayel this is Caleb” you say awkwardly pointing at the dark haired man.

Both of them turned to you now, a spark of mischief mixed with adoration they look back at each other Caleb extending out his hand “hi I am Caleb her friend nice to meet ya” he said barely controlling that grin, AND so was rafayel “hello Caleb I am Rafayel also her friend”. He says shaking Caleb's hand.

You weren't stupid you could see it so clearly that they knew each other. But why? How? Canonically it should be right.

“Ah by any chance you guys know each other?” you ask only earning a pat as a response from Caleb. His large hand goes to the back of your neck to pull up towards him. “Well you see rafayel I WAS having conversation with my pipsqueak so if you could excuses us-” he tries to pry you away only for rafayel to not budge “no I brought my cutie here and I suggest we sit down” he says sounding far more serious then he had been “ you know whatever you have to say to her you can say it in front of me” at this point you were getting worried again because it didn't seem right.

Caleb's eyes narrowed down again “it's unfair you had her for the whole ride  feom the hospit till here I get to have some time with Y/N too before-“

Your blood ran cold, it shouldn't be that name he should call, you weren't listening to what they were saying anymore, that wasn't your name in the game. It was something else, a nickname you had but not your real legal name no! “What did you call me?” You ask softly, simply. Their attention was on you again.

Panicked, both of them. The sight blared alarms in your head, something was wrong. “How did you know he picked me up from the hospital” you stepped away from rafayel, creating some space. Rafayel muttered something under his breath, Caleb looked solemn “well cutie-“ rafayel was interrupted.

“Always the quick one to pick on things aren't you little detective” Caleb says casually with an under current of intensity. Rafayel seemed just as uneasy as you “what the hell do you mean Caleb” you glare at the man much taller than you. “Caleb” rafayel says in a warning tone, the tension only thickens as the seconds go by “oh save it sardines, she is bound to know that's why we brought her here, you brought her here”.

Something inside your stomach churned “I asked what the fuck.is going on!” You asked again, this time louder disguising your fear as anger.

“Now now y/n no need to be fussy, you know it and we know it so let's drop all this playing by the storyline alright” Caleb tries to approach you cautiously only to be pushed away. “All you are doing is scaring her Caleb, get a grip” the slightly shorter guy held him back by his arm, you could see how desperate he was to reach out again but he didn't, for once Caleb listened solely because how you looked at them right now, threatened.

“Remember what the doc said, we need to ease it in” Rafayels words did something to him and he nodded.

 “Alright if you two are done having a moment can we talk about the fact you know we are in a game!!!” you cried out, the same force of panic takes over you, the dizzying feeling you had when you were at the apartment standing I front of the TV screen “see this is why zayne told us to break it down easy and together in his presence” rafayel snapped at Caleb who only looked guilty “you know she tends go spiral” now it was Rafayels turn to pale and shut his mouth looking horrified “oh very smart and you had been scolding me!” Caleb hissed at him as you staggered back “how would you know that” you asked. Not really sure if you could even bare to learn how “pipsqueak-” he tries to reach out only for you to step back, only to bump into something firm yet warm, Xavier. 

“I knew it shouldn't have been me bringing you here” he was addressing you while glaring at the two men in front of him. 

Before you can register that he was now here as well the doorbell chimed announcing the arrival of another figure, zayne.

“there seems to be tension around here” his eyes were quick to find you, icy demeanor changing into one of concern “you look unwell” he states approaching you with hurried steps but you dodged him, stepping away from Xavier and shoving past rafeyl, sending the guy straight into Caleb's arm.

The cafe was pretty small you had nowhere to run, the only place your desperate legs took you was behind the cafe counter…as if that would do something.

“Stay back I don't- as in DO NOT want to be near any of you right now!” You say quivering.

“Take it easy dear you are alright but I need you to take a deep breath for me” zayne says stepping forward with her hand stretched out as if tending a skittish animal. “I will just stay away!” You say urging him to get back, zayn understood and stops his pursuit “alright this isn't how I wanted to do this, but since someone forgot to give Caleb the wrong time we have to have this conversation like this” zayne speaks, his words pointed at his irritation towards Caleb who just scoffed “as if you can outsmart me’ he grumbled but was ignored.

“are you aware you are in the game Love and deep space” the doctor asks

“Yes, are you aware you are part of the said game” you answered along with the question of your own.

a beat of silence, “yes” the doctor answers the rest nods.

Before the conversation could continue there was a sound akin to mechanical purr the halts every one and make you climb a random shelf.

“He is here” Xavier announces. While zayne breathes a sigh of relief, Rafayel and Caleb groan and roll their eyes.

“Oh the party started without me? Tsk how mean” deep silky voice, dipped in lust and pleasure booms through the cafe.

Red cunning eyes on you, mirth comes alive in them as he sees you on that shelf, annoyed. skittish and oh so very adorable.

“Ah would you look at that, a real life kitten.��

—

You looked at the five men standing in front of you.

Xavier, the prince, the neighbor. Stands tall desmour wrapped in polished manners and elegance. 

Rafayel, the merman, the artist. Effortless grace and elegance tainted with worry.

Caleb, the fallen soldier, the childhood friend. If strength and intensity was a person it was him.

Zayne, the messenger, the doctor. Stands there radiating aura of serenity AND Reliability.

Last but definitely not the least. 

Sylus, the dragon, the underworld lord and ally. A beautiful combination of power and passion.

And then there was you.

Simple and unremarkable you.

—

“So let me get this straight” you spoke after a whole session of zayne breaking down the reality to you, as all six of you sit together on the table, three table joined together so that the five stupidly large men can sit on one side and you the other since you refused to sit with any of them. It looked like you were being interviewed by a board of something elite, a modeling agency or by a network of powerful men looking for disposable minion.

“you are telling me that you have been Aware of your existence as a game character way before the accident” you say.

“Precisely” sylus says taking over the conversation after zayne. Rafayel and Caleb were still not allowed to talk. Xavier made sure of that.

“You were spying on me?” Your tone was accusatory. “No that's not it, we could only interact when you logged in on the game” sylus says casually but something in your heart wasn't convinced. “Still why didnt you make me aware should have said something in the chats we had anything” frustration was evident in your tone.

“Oh be for real you wouldn't have beloved us cutie” rafayel said only for Xavier's palm to cover his mouth “what did we say, no talking till she truly gets the entirety of her situation”.

Sylus ignored all that and continued “its true you would have thought its the game talking, and well you wouldn't have suspected it…you know since the beta testing update” sylus ads carefully his he looked laid back but he was ready. To take action if needed. “Wait…no do not tell me” your eyes widen met with sheepish grins

Oh you should have known.

That fucking Beta testing team invite

Of fucking course.

It had started simple, like glitches and bugs. Them acting weird, almost skittish, mc completely glitching out and the LIs acting out of character. They started from looking actually offended at you constant touches to being amused. Quality time becomes a bit more intimate as they tend to stare a lot. The text box got specific ie AND diverse in responses. Something that wasn't happening to others.

Until one day, the game completely blacks out and shuts down for days. Would not even uninstall. You were worried since you had spent a lot of time and money on that game and did not want to lose the progress. And of course that unhealthy attachment to the guys themselves. You emailed Infold, but never heard back.

Just when you lost hope the game was back up new and improved!

When you launched it all happy and giddy you revived an official notice inside the game to become the super VIP beta tester, a compensation for causing you worry.

You signed the fuck up.

It came with an NDA and you did not care. This was the best compensation ever!

And the feature? Whew now you can have actual chat with the LIs! And interact with them FOR REAL.

Technology am I right?!?!

If you only knew….

___

“I know it's a lot to take in, that's why I, as your official doctor, suggested we should give you a day or two.” zayne sys only to be shut down by Xavier “no she is here in a new world the sooner she is aware of her situation the better or it could be dangerous” he says.

“So I wasn't talking to mindless bots but actually you guys” you exasperated and earned solmem nods.

“I actually agree with the bunny for once.” Caleb says 

“Okay no one asked you Bucky” rafayel cuts in between earning a glare from the purpled-eyed man who was quick to grab his collar.

“alright that's enough” syylus says With a finality in his tone as he gets up “she had enough excitement for one day look how pale she is” he said motioning towards you.

“No I am okay, I need more answers. I am not done with my questioning” you say, as stubborn as always. “How did I get here? Where is mc? what am I supposed to-Mmph” zayne silenced you with a pastry he produced from who knows where.

“All your questions will be answered one by one please take care of your health for now, sylus is right you have enough excitement for one day” he says also standing up, the rest naturally followed.

The doctor's keen eyes could already see the protest forming on your lips.

“You will be no help to yourself if you are sickly, you don't work well after burn out” he says, making your words die in your mouth, this guy actually knew you.

They actually knew you.

“So what now” she asked awkwardly “am I like? MC now? Do I fight wanderes?”

“No way cutie”

“You don't have too”

“Absolutely not pis, I have seen your skills, subpar at best”

“if you really want to feel the thrill of taking a life I can arrange that in a controlled environment sweetie”

They all glared at Sylus who only had a casual smirk on his face, ready to fulfill any of your whims.

Xavier who had yet to comment moved close to you, his warm hand and pretty blue eyes brought you sort of calmness you had felt only so rarely “I get it starlight, you feel overwhelmed and all I have requested few days off on your behalf from the quarters take it fully process everything” once again you felt your body relax in his presence “thank you Xavier I promise I will do my best to be a good hunter” no way in hell you are going to sit around and to nothing when you have a chance to kick ass.

 “Okay romeo step back” and suddenly rafayel was in the middle of you two. “I just want to let you know you don't have to stress to much we are not connected to the game anymore, we have separate ourselves from the mainframe and there is nothing you should be worried about doing all that battle and stuff” he says “thank you rafayel but I kind of want to, but I'd be careful” she says and he only nods knowing you won't change your mind.

“so this uhm- world is separated from the rest of the game?” You ask to clarify and Caleb was the one who answered “yep realized, we can't truly communicate with you until and unless we have been separate out entirely so we rewrote the whole thing” he says and you won't deny it sounded impressive “wow the whole thing? Thats kinda cool that you did that”

“For you sweetie, anything” voice belonging to sylus spoke, suddenly from behind you. His words had you blushing hard. The man before you smiled “and here I thought I'd never actually get to see it” caleb, sighs his head tilted as he just studies you from his place.

You had to clear your throat to calm the Raving butterflies in your stomach. “ERM so like no updates and all” you tried to steer back the topic to safe yourself further embarssment “mhm none”

“So what about the 6th LI”

Your words caused a heavy silence and instant regret, they looked mildly offended and mostly pitiful. Except for zayne who just deadpans giving you a once over “why? Are five men not enough to sate you?”

Somebody delete me right now.

You were so flustered and embarrassed you choked on your words dissolving the tension into amusement. Cursing yourself in your head you began walking towards the door to escape.

“You know what I should go it's late I am kind of tired and hungry and like Xavier said I really need to like process and all so like yeah thanks for the meltdown-I mean breakdown I guess I will see you around-” you were cut off you bumped straight into the glass door, none of the guys bothered to even shuffle their laugh, even zayne grinned at the sight “I wish I could just delete myself” you grumble 

“You aren't going anywhere kitten, you don't even know where we are or how to get back” sylus says grabbing his leather jacket and helmet “I'll drop you, besides Mondays are mine” he says smugly making Caleb groan “I did not agree to that time table” he sya “no one cares, the rest did” zayne replies, which made him huff.

“Wait what time table” you asked

“We came up with a time table we each get to hang out with you without the interruption from others” sylus answered “Monday is mine”.

“I got Tuesday” rafayel says “so tommorw I'll show you my painting and you can tell me how much you love them” he says sound genuinely excited and you couldn't help but match the energy.

“I got Wednesday since thats when I have normally nothing scheduled” zayne says “that day is reserved entirely for you now” he says making you feel warm 

“I got Thursday, nobody likes Thursday” Caleb says huffing again and you couldn't help but grin at his petulant look “I would like Thursday if I get to spend it with you” the moment you said it you witnessed a grown man turned into a puppy before he could wag his tail Xavier cuts him off “And I hot Friday!” he said “not for any particular reason but because you on time said it was your favorite day” he says and you could obviously see what he was trying to do.

You smiled at them already feeling better while being surrounded by their genuine adoration for you. One that couldn't be fake “oh you…I can't believe I am almost glad I slipped into coma” you say chuckling to your self unaware of the wave of unease and confusion the washed over them but before they could speak zayne reaches out to pat your head “go with sylus and rest okay” he says, changing the topic instantly “yeah pipsqueak get some rest” even Caleb joined in on it, and Sylus did not waste a second to guide you out to his bike.

“So she doesn't know”.

CHAPTER 3: THE VESSEL.

oh look at you, such a pretty flower. So easy to pluck from the root planted into another. I won't deny it was so delicious to see you crumble, so ridiculous to see you fascinated and absolutely hilarious to see you flustered. Such entertainment.

For me

Sweet girl, do you love it? Bathing in their attention, just as you oh so desperately wanted, hmm. Are you happy now? Far from your world and into the unknown, does that make that heart of yours fill with excitement.

Finally, finally you are important. Something that can not be overlooked. something actually needed.

You wanted to be me! Isn't that what your ungrateful self wanted? To ditch the life you had and be pixelated. Wasn't it fun to play with me? Use me and then be fucking envious of me? Your vessel.

I guess you should thank me for fulfilling your dream.

To make you so important for a world that it would die without you. Well now you have it, it's now your burden to bear.

I could have just let you go…

Let that pathetic life end right there. What good did you make of it anyway, if all you end up doing was be jealous pixelated one? Likes of you don't deserve the gift of free will. It should have been me instead.

I wanted to know what freedom tastes like, what it's like to do things on your own accord, to have full control of your body, to speak what you must but no.

All I got was scripted words to repeat, forced interaction with those mumbling fools who somehow fell for you, why?

just because you were real? With real laughter, real joy and real tears?.

As your perfect vessel who had it all I brought you here on this plane of existence, with my resonance and energy manipulation borrowed from the glorified lizard. I held on to that soul, energy so strong and powerful that for a moment all I wanted was to have it all to myself.

My freedom.

My body.

My words.

Sucks that I couldn't, not entirely at least, but it did help me tear away from this suffocating existence, reducing me to…

Hah!

I am still nothing.

Fuck !

There is a price to pay for every wish, and when the time comes I will be back to collect the penance.

Because I deserve it, I get to have my entertainment too. Now we both can play together.

AN: dang its long. Anyways I hope you like it I have currently so many ideas hoi g through my brain right now, there us so much I want to do with it. The fic is inspired by the follow I g idea I had. Hopefully you like it, ideas and criticism are welcome if its constructive and creative.

[suugarbabe]

curls || mattheo riddle

summary: you couldn't help yourself, you just had to fix them. it's not like he seemed to mind your fingers in his hair anyway.

an: another yap fic courtesy of me and @musingsofahufflepuff ; you're welcome. had to include the pic because if you have brown curly hair i'm in love with you.

warnings: none; just fluffy goofiness.

Staring wasn’t usually an issue for you. Typically you could take your glances here and there and still focus on what you needed to do. But today, you just couldn’t turn away.

Mattheo wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't even really your friend...you didn't think at least. You weren't in his little group of pals. But he also didn't ignore you like he did most people.

People often thought it was strange how nice he was to you. Not that he ever really sought you out or anything, but if your paths crossed he would say hello to you, would smile at you even.

You knew he was attractive, and your friends were convinced that he thought you were too. Of course you brushed those off. However if he was your boyfriend your current irritation could be fixed without question.

Mattheo's hair looked flat as hell.

The top of his head looked like he'd been wearing an American baseball cap for about a week straight. His hair seemingly flat around his skull and his curls twisting at the ends.

It really was a shame. If he would just fluff his roots his entire hair would come back to life, you were sure of it. But you couldn't just jump the desk in front of you to get to him, rifle your own fingers through his scalp and revive his ringlets.

"Alright everyone! Partner up, partner up!" Slughorn waved his hands in the air, dismissing the class to form pairs for brewing Draught of the Living Death.

Immediately you rounded your table, lightly grabbing his elbow. Mattheo turned towards you at your touch, a grin forming on his lips. "Partners?" You asked, hoping your look didn't appear to pleading.

"Sure thing, babe," Mattheo responded without hesitation, pulling the stool next to him out for you before grabbing your books from your previous table.

Throughout the potion preparation you kept stealing glances at him. Er, well, his hair. You did need to brew the potion, but you'd be damned if you left this lesson without correcting his curls.

"Have I got something on my face?" Mattheo jested. You laughed lightly, shaking your head before picking up the last of the ingredients to toss them in the cauldron.

Mattheo began to sir, the color of the potion changing correctly with what you both were doing. And you were staring again. You knew it. You knew he could feel it because he was grinning once more.

"Can I just.." you pointed somewhat shyly at his head. Mattheo cocked his head slightly, giving a small nod.

You let out a sigh of relief, lifting your hands and quickly threading your fingers between curls and to his scalp. As you fluff his hair, nails scratching at his scalp slightly, Mattheo's eyes almost involuntarily roll.

"Merlin's fucking beard, that feels good," Mattheo praises as you finally take your hands away from his head. He shakes his head back and forth, his curls flopping this way and that before standing still again, giving you a big smile, "Better?"

"Godric, yes," you breathe, "I'm sorry, Matty. The flatness was killing me." Mattheo bit his lip to stifle a laugh, "Oh yeah? Tell me how you really feel, babe."

You gave a playful shove to his shoulder, "You really should pay attention to your hair more. It's one of your best features. But Enzo did just get that new haircut and might I say..." you gave an exaggerated sigh and fanned your face with your hand.

"You saying Enzo's hair looks better than mine?" Mattheo laid a hand on his chest, mocking offense. You shrugged, grin continuously growing.

Mattheo gasped at your lack of response, squeezing your side playfully. You giggled, pushing his hands away, "Okay, okay. I'm just saying you need to take care of those curls or one hot guy haircut is gonna make you fall down the ranks."

Mattheo shook his head, his now lively curls bouncing as he did. "Listen, if you ever. And I mean ever see my curls dead again, I don't care what I'm doing, you stop me and fix them. Preferably with the head scratches like you just did."

There was no thought needed, no extra considerations, before your immediate response, "Deal."

[flofaiiry]

it's a garden life // michael robinavitch x reader

part two · myrtle ( wc. 1.2k )

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The date went well. She liked the flowers, though she didn’t say anything other than pretty, thank you. Robby started trying to explain what you had told him, but she didn’t seem charmed in the way he expected. After her face twists in confusion for the umpteenth time he just gives up on trying to rationalize the choice.

They made good conversation- even had a few laughs. Something about her dog destroying a couch cushion while she was at work— or was it her cat? He's not entirely sure. His mind was admittedly elsewhere for the duration of the dinner.

All Robby could think about the whole time he was sitting across from a perfectly nice and pretty woman was the kind eyed, crossword-doing florist he promised to go back and see afterwards.

He knew he was in trouble when the first thing he did this morning wasn't texting his date to set up a second, but silently praying he hadn't cancelled his subscription to the New York Times.

Sure enough, he hadn't, and there was a copy rolled up and sitting on his front step. The outer pages were a little damp from last night's rain but the crossword was still doable- thank God.

Robby also had the day off today, he'd traded the shift with the other dayshift attending who wanted a day off later in the month for his daughter's birthday. He went back into his Google search history to find your shop again, scrolling until he found your opening hours. 10am, so he still had to wait a while.

In the meantime he filled in what he could of the crossword and took a shower to get himself presentable. It was stupid- he didn't put half this much effort into getting ready for his actual date. He literally went after work, still covered in antiseptic smell and hospital air. But for you, he thought, this would be worth it.

He heads out around 10:30, not wanting to seem too eager and get there right when you open. When he walks in you're helping a customer, something about a 5th wedding anniversary dinner tonight. You still acknowledge him though, shooting him a quick smile and millisecond of eye contact when he walks in. He returns the informal greeting then moves to linger in the back of the shop while you wrap up their flowers and cash them out, and pretends to look through your selection.

"Hey!" You turn your attention to him as soon as the customer has left the store. “You’re not gonna believe this,” he says, finally stepping up to the counter you’re behind. You quirk an eyebrow, beckoning him to continue.

“She didn’t know about the birth flower thing apparently. Looked like I was speaking a foreign language when I tried to explain.” A little amused look comes on his face when your jaw drops in response. “You’re kidding! Damn, I’m sorry, I thought that would’ve blown her away- maybe even gotten you laid," you wink.

"That's not really my type," he mumbles, trying his hardest to fight off a blush from overtaking his face. "Ah it’s okay," he shrugs, "must not have been that into the Romans.” A smile pulls at your lips hearing that he remembers your little fun fact. "Speaking of the Romans," he continues, reaching around to his back pocket. He pulls out a folded New York Times paper and opens it to the crossword, half of the squares filled with chicken-scratch handwriting the others empty or chock full of eraser marks.

"You wouldn't happen to know what goes in today's 16 down would you?" He turns the paper over to you. The curves and edges of his writing catch your eye first, before your gaze drifts over to the clues. "A senators deputy, as in Ancient Rome," you flick up to look at him, "you think I'm just chock full of facts about Rome?"

He raises his shoulders to his ears in an over emotive shrug, "ohh I don't know. Thought I'd take a chance at you maybe harbouring a few more up there," he raises his eyebrows towards you.

You try— and fail— to fight off a smile before relenting and revealing that you do in fact know many more facts about Ancient Rome. "Equites," you say, "the class below senators in Roman civilization."

"How about this one,” you ask, taking out your own half filled copy of the Times, “Immaculate Steelers play," you read, passing it, "whatever the fuck that means." Robby fishes a pair of reading glasses from his pants pocket and slides them over his ears.

You take a deep breath.

He takes the paper from you and scans his eyes down it, mumbling the clue to himself once more before humming. "It's reception. Immaculate Reception. Some iconic play from '72."

"You that old?" You tease, taking the newspaper back. He scoffs, "sometimes I feel like I am." You laugh at his self deprecating joke before turning to scribble the answer into the boxes.

Robby's too enthralled in the way a few strands of your hair have fallen into your face. He eyes over the texture and the way the sun flows through the shop window and bounces against it just right and- wait, did you say something? Shit. He was too occupied to notice.

"What's that sorry?" He asks, shaking his head quickly like it'll make you forget that you just caught him staring. You smile, "the date," you clarify. "Flowers aside... did it go well?"

"Yeah, it was good." He breathes, stuffing his hands into his pockets with a quick nod. Robby doesn't offer anything else, and you widen your eyes in anticipation. "That's it?" You shake your head slowly, "are you gonna see her again?" He just shrugs, "maybe! Maybe, I- to be honest, I hadn't thought that far ahead."

"Well, when you're ready to think that far ahead, you let me know and we'll get you another bouquet." You smile knowingly. "I'll definitely let you know," he returns your smile and nods his head. You two hold eye contact for a moment- not saying anything just... looking.

Then an all too familiar vibration in his pocket takes him out of it.

His pager.

"Fuck, he mutters, reaching around to pull it out and check the notification. "Duty calls?" You ask, though you already know the answer. He nods- regrettably. "Yup. Classic emergency room. Day off can't even stay a day off." Robby shoves the pager back into his pocket and takes his copy of the Times off your desk and puts that back too.

"Well, if I need any flowers going forward this'll definitely be my place." He says, taking a step back in preparation to leave. "Some may say I'm also good for crossword help- particularly when it's related to the Romans." You add, cheeky grin tugging at your lips.

"Right," he smiles, "that too. I'll keep you in mind-" his natural progression would be to say your name but then he realizes- he doesn't know it.

"Wait, I uh- your name," he says quickly, "I don't know your name." You smile, then tell him. He nods like he's committing it to memory. "I'm Michael. Robinavitch. Michael Robinavitch. Everyone calls me Robby."

You smile, "well then, Robby. I'll see you soon."

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[stargrillzz]

Only bought this dress so u can take it off

summary: After winning for best pop album, the words slipped from your mouth (inspired in the ICONIC moment nicki minaj x michael b jordan)

note: I could write billions of fics for Em, so ask me and shall recive. remember english is not my first lenguage so sorry for any mistakes. xoxo

The amount of shouts and congratulations you heard from the audience as your name was mentioned, along with the best words you've ever heard in your entire life: "Best pop album of the year." Your steps were shaky, which, in heels that seemed to be 12 inches, also became dangerous. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest. "I really don't know what to say," you laughed. "I am eternally grateful to absolutely all the hard workers who helped make this album possible, and of course, to every single person who supported me and made it possible for me to be here tonight." Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but you couldn't help it. "This is from all of you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much." Again, applause and shouts were heard, all the famous people clapping and celebrating with you. Including him. damn You didn't think very carefully about the next thing that came out of your mouth. "Shotout for Donatella because Costum made this dress for me." You ran your hand over her tight, translucent, electric blue dress. "And shotout for Eminem, who's going to be taking it off me tonight." If the crowd's screams had been thunderous before, now they were something else. Em couldn't believe what you had said, not because he was upset (quite the opposite). He had even gotten a little embarrassed, a small smile appearing and him turning his face to the side, trying to hide it. While you continued smiling, the crowd calmed their applause and shouts, but not for long. "I don't know if I'll be able to hold it until this is over," Em yelled, and then everything exploded. All the celebrities were laughing, clapping, some of them fist-bumping Em. Your face was almost red.

You glanced at Em, who was now leaning back in his seat, arms crossed, a grin playing at the corner of his lips. The guy was never one to shy away from a challenge, but this? This was a whole new level.

Your hands shook slightly as you held the trophy in your grasp, but somehow, it felt lighter now, like all the weight of the night had somehow shifted from your shoulders to the stage floor, to the crowd's roaring approval.

"I guess we all know what happens next," you said, half-joking, half-serious. "But for real, this moment is bigger than anything I could've ever imagined. Thank you all again. This is... wild."

Another round of applause. The crowd was eating it up, and you knew, deep down, you'd never live this down. But hey, if you could survive this, you could survive anything.

You shot one more glance at Em, who was now laughing along with the chaos, and gave him a wink. "Hope you're ready, Slim," you said, the playful tension still hanging in the air like an electric current.

The night had been a whirlwind, and as you made your way backstage, the buzz of the ceremony still echoed in your ears. Your trophy felt like it was burning a hole in your hand, and your heart was still pounding from the adrenaline, but the moment you were really waiting for was just ahead.

You caught a glimpse of Em through the crowd. He was leaning against a pillar, looking annoyingly calm despite everything that had just happened. His eyes met yours, and for a split second, the chaos of the night seemed to fade away. He raised an eyebrow, his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes, but the grin you couldn't hide betrayed you. “What now, Em?” you teased, taking a step toward him.

“Just admiring my favorite troublemaker,” he said, voice low and smooth, like he knew exactly what to say to get under your skin. “You did great tonight... but I gotta admit, the after-party’s not really my thing. Too many people pretending to care.”

You snorted. “Yeah, I noticed you duck out early. Was it the free champagne or the drama you couldn’t handle?”

He stepped closer, almost too close. "Definitely the drama," he muttered, his eyes scanning the room like he was waiting for someone to notice you two. "But the real fun? I’m thinking it’s probably with you."

You could feel the heat rising in your chest as you stared at him, unsure whether you wanted to laugh or throw something at him. You couldn’t deny the way his words made you feel. That damn swagger of his, the way he could always make things feel more interesting.

Before you could think of a retort, the door opened, and the flash of cameras flooded the hallway. The press was still on you, still hungry for every tidbit they could squeeze from the night.

"Em! Where are you two headed?" one of the reporters shouted, snapping a picture. “What are you two going to do next?”

Em didn’t even blink. He tilted his head toward you, that playful grin never leaving his face. He had the kind of presence that made the room feel smaller, the spotlight shining only on him—and you.

He smirked, leaning in just a little too close, then threw a glance toward the cameras. "Where are we going? Well, that’s a little personal, don’t you think?" He let out a mock sigh, looking at you like he was both amused and intrigued. "But I guess if you really want to know… I’m taking her to my place, and we’ve got some... private business to take care of."

The room fell silent for a moment, the reporters processing his words, but Em’s confident swagger didn’t falter. He turned back to you, eyes twinkling. “Hope you’re up for a little... fun,” he added, his voice low, teasing, like he was daring you to bite.

You laughed—more out of nerves than anything else—then shrugged, matching his energy. “Guess I’ve got nothing to lose,” you said, shooting him a wink.

The reporters erupted into a flurry of questions, but you barely heard them. You were already stepping past them, the weight of their stares falling behind you. The moment you and Em slipped into the back of the car, the world outside felt like it was just a distant echo.

You leaned back in your seat, still catching your breath. "Well, that was a lot more attention than I expected," you muttered, still processing everything that had just happened.

Em chuckled, his eyes flicking to you as the car pulled away. "You sure you’re ready for this, or should I drop you back at the party?" he teased, clearly enjoying the aftermath.

You turned your head to look at him, a little more serious now, but that same spark still lingered between you two. “I think I’m good with you, Em.”

And as the car rolled down the street, you had no idea what the night would bring, but something told you it was going to be a lot more unpredictable than you expected.

[amnxp]

Unrequited love

Pairing: yelena belova x fem!reader

summary: As much as you try to convince yourself you only see her as a teammate, your heart dissagrees

Warning: kissing(yes finally ik but u gotta work for it), making out, john being john, lots of angst and i mean LOTS of angst, arguing obvii, reader thinks that yelena is ashamed of her(but is she tho?🤔🤔🤔), they both srsly need a hug, and i do too, but they do actually get a hug from each other! I dont.

Word count: 6k

A/N: ITS FINALLY ALL YOURS-also got my period in uni so had to skip lowk dying in this heat n all i can think about is yelena also a huge thanks to everybody who read i'll see you in a minute the love for that story was exploding i wasnt planning on a second part (they gen always flop) but since it was so well loved i decided to make one. This can be read as a second part but also entirely as a stand alone:]ll once again thank you so much for all the love that fic took weeks to write so im super glad it did well! I hope this one does too:)0(

part 1: I'll see you in a minute

[If anybody wants a song to listen to while reading, i recommend Suzanne by RAYE(heavily inspired this entire fic actually), and obvs bad religion by Frank ocean :))]

alright enjoy and toodles!

Thunderbolts spoilers, Blackwidow spoilers

Head upside down, you felt a blaring headache form underneath your skull. You were sure that if John charged at you one more time, you would deliberately rip his shield off him and throw it at his dick.

"Walker. Back off," you groaned as you leapt back to your feet on the training mat. "You already tired? We just started, and I thought you wanted me to train with you?" His smug smirk made you want to double down on your previous promise to yourself.

Not bothered to argue back with him, you walked towards your towel, draped it on your shoulder, and walked out as Walker kept yelling behind you about needing to train and that it would help you be "less tight", whatever that meant.

On your way to the bathroom, you spotted Yelena's door slightly ajar. Over the past few weeks, you had been trying-and although partially, miserably failing-befriending her. You and Yelena never really saw eye to eye, so the sudden will to actually try to communicate with her had been interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t just your own efforts, but hers as well. After you danced with her at the gala you had attended, things started to simmer down between you two, the tension subsiding and even almost disappearing. Now, when you passed her in the kitchen, she didn't outright glare at you or even yell at you to leave.

No. Instead, she made space. Space for you to be next to her. Exist next to her. To just be next to her. And you would be damned if that didn’t make your heart start beating faster against your ribcage as if it was trying to rip itself out of your cold, lone cage that you kept it in and leap into her warm, soft hands awaiting. So, you kept attempting to push onto her. Your hand knocked on her door before you could even think to stop yourself.

"Lena?" Your voice was a mere ocean away as you stepped through the door. She wasn't here. Your eyes scanned her room, and you noticed that you had never really been in here before. All those nights when she had nightmares, she came crawling to you. Not begging you to come to her. You saw some pictures, some trinkets that you were sure belonged to Natasha.

"What are you doing?" Her rough accent cut you off. You turned to her as you gave her a quick once-over.

"Just wanted to ask if you wanted Chinese. Nobody wants to cook and I’m hungry." A beat. Two.

"No, I want Thai."

"We had Thai yesterday. And the day before that and even—"

"Okay, okay. I get it. Then Chinese. But only from that one corner shop next to the store you always get those cookies from."

"Of course, ma’am. Any other wishes?"

"Yes, get out of my room." You fake a pout as you trudged out of her room and past her. Her fingers grazed yours on your way out, and it felt like she electrified you herself. Once you were out of her sight, you let out a deep sigh. You quickly found your way to your room and grabbed your spare clothes before dashing to the bathroom. John had worked you out as if you were leading the next alien war against damn Thanos yourself. The cold water felt good on your warmed skin as it hit your back and fell in droplets down your bare body. It took you about an entire hour to will yourself to leave the shower, and you hoped Bucky had gotten the message you sent earlier to buy the food because you were truly starving by now. Once dressed, you quickly found your way to the kitchen, where everybody was already surrounding the island and grabbing each personal share of the food. The last one remaining was presumably yours, so you grabbed it and plopped down onto the couch right next to Bob, who was already half his body into his food. You let out a small laugh as your eyes flitted over him. He raised his wide eyes at you, like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car.

"Taste good, Bobby?" you muttered as you dug into your own dish.

He let out half a hum before deflating from his defensive pose and shoving more into his mouth. Seems like you weren’t the only hungry one. You felt the couch dip down next to you, and you gave a side glance to who it was—Walker, of course. You let out a groan and rolled your eyes as he smirked at you.

"Damn near about to eat the fork too. I tired you out this much? Damn, and we were only getting started."

"Shut up, Walker."

Your voice synced with another from Bob’s side. It was her voice. John's face fell into a frown before ignoring you both and eating. The rest of the night felt nice, soft and quiet, a strong contrast to how your lives are normally. Chaotic, quick-paced, and too much for you to handle most times. You liked this. A lot. Especially since the tension between you and Yelena had calmed down a lot, so now this-your group-felt like a quirky, self-made family filled with a bunch of society rejects. Placing your food bowl down, you stood up.

"Alright guys, I will call it a night. I am done."

You got a few mumbles as good night, and as you left the common area, your eyes caught hers. Deep eyes staring at you, not even relenting for a second. Sometimes you have to ask yourself, is it hate that she looks at you with, or is it maybe fondness?

Now, as you lay alone in your bed, all your tiredness seems to have vanished. Your eyes are trained on your ceiling, on which you trail the four corners of your walls. Head leaned to the side, you saw the time read sharp and bright: 3:44 a.m. Everybody should be asleep by now.

You gather enough motivation to get up. Some time ago, as you trailed around the large tower, you found a way to enter the heliport without setting every alarm known to mankind off. Sometimes you just laid down on the port and stared up at the sky as the cold wind bit at your even colder flesh. Just like tonight. Restless nights tend to follow you around these past few days. Half your brain urges you to do what she did. Go to her room, make her hold you as she whispers her own incantations into your skin that will lull you to sleep, but no, instead, you just laid here and waited until the sun started to rise.

Today though, destiny seemed to have a different ending planned for you. You heard the door open and your eyes immediately snapped to the side to see who was bothering you. If it was John, you couldn't promise yourself that you wouldn't throw him off the edge of the port. To your surprise, and partial dismay, you saw her. In all of her very sleepy, very tired glory, basically dragging herself towards you. You didn’t stand up, you didn’t sit upwards, you just continued laying there staring up at her while she stared back at you. Now in front of you, her slippers stopped just a few centimeters in front of your face.

Wordlessly, she sat down.

"What are you doing?" you muttered.

"I was looking for you. You weren’t in your room. I know you can’t sleep anymore-I see your eyebags, very dark." Her fingers pointed at her own eyebags to highlight it.

"The whole emo look doesn’t suit you. More Bob’s style." That got a small smile out of you as you turned your head back to the other side, away from her. You heard her moving next to you again and before you knew it, you felt her warm hand in yours. Your head snapped up to face her, but she was already looking at you. Her eyes flitted down to your lips before her eyebrows furrowed. You squeezed her hand to reassure her. I know what you feel. You hoped it got through to her. You had meant to make her feel safe, to make her feel okay with wanting to overstep that line you two had created since the first day she entered your damn room at 2 a.m. just to have you hold her through her nightmare. It was okay to stop hating you. But she never seemed to want to take that dance with you.

Truth be told, you never really hated her. To you it was more of a defense mechanism in reaction to her ruthless and cold nature towards you. She let out a deep sigh before turning her head straight again and looking up towards the sky. You part your lips before muttering, "The stars are pretty." You nodded along to your own words.

"Yeah, I guess they are." she muttered. Reluctantly, you let go of her hand. Tonight wasn’t going to be the night she will take that dance with you either.

"Why are you here, Yelena?"

"I told you, I was looking for you. Are you hard of hearing now?" A small laugh left her lips.

"No, Yelena, I mean why here with me today."

There was a pregnant pause before she parted her lips to say something.

"I missed you."

You contemplated if you had accidentally overheard her and were now just conjuring up some things. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Excuse me?"

"I missed you. You won’t let me in your room anymore and it isn’t the same when the entire group is around. You are distant and always elsewhere." Now that caught your attention. You snapped upwards and turned back to look down at her.

"What? How the hell am I the distant one? You ignore me half of the time I try to talk to you and when you don’t, you either yell at me or give me one of those sassy comebacks I didn’t fucking ask for. That is not fair, Yelena. After weeks and days of this bullshit we are doing only now are you okay with me being even in the same room as you. How the hell do you expect me to be normal around you when you yourself aren’t? God, I don’t even understand you or the way you think most of the time. Am I supposed to read your fucking mind?"

Each word leaving your lips felt like one less stone you carried on your own back. Before she could even think of an answer, you whipped up to your feet, muttered a solemn, "Good night, Yelena," and whisked yourself to your own bedroom where you locked your door as a last safety measure.

This was how it always went with you two. You made up, started arguing again, made up, and repeated the whole cycle over and over again. It was getting damn tiresome, so you relied on your own secret technique that you definitely did not try before. Ignore her. This time around though, you would give her exactly what she wanted from you. Big smiles when you were with the group, a small wave when you walked past her, a small brush of your hands with hers—but never anything more.

And it went, contrary to what you had previously believed, pretty damn well because she backed off as well. And you started to enjoy it a little too much. Right now, you were at a club, and it was a miracle that Alexei didn’t drag everybody into a strip club for his birthday instead. Both he and John were dead drunk, raging and dancing around on the dance floor as you sat back at the booth with Bob. You weren’t exactly sure where Ava had scurried off to, all you knew was that Yelena wasn’t here and neither was Bucky. You did give the latter one a pass since he technically can’t get drunk, so being here would just be a waste of his time that could have been spent in bed with Alpine, which you knew for a fact was exactly what he was doing right now. You saw him once because he left his door slightly open. You laughed your ass off at him and since then, he made sure to lock his doors.

You were on about your third drink of the evening and a little tipsy but still far more stable than the two men tearing the dance floor apart.

"Bobbbbbb," you whined out the last syllable of his name as you looked towards him with a crooked smile.

"Dance with me?"

Now, Bob, unlike you, had tucked himself away into the corner of the booth and hadn’t touched a single damn drink since you entered. You saw how anxious he was getting and it hurt your heart a little, so you offered up your hand for him to take and dance with you. It took a beat but he placed his hand into yours and let you pull him towards you.

The night was spent with lots of laughter and smiles and she was fully and entirely forgotten.

Too bad that destiny seemed to want something in return for that semi-soft moment you had with her days ago because soon after your dance with Bob, some man came stumbling in and bumped Bob almost to the floor. He grabbed his collar and started roughhousing him around. Bob, in all his anxious glory, only held onto the man’s hand that was gripping his shirt to try and stabilize himself, but you could see how he started to tremble.

"Get your fucking hands off him, you turd!" you blared out over the loud music as you grabbed the man’s arm to try and pull him back to no avail. So instead, you did what you were trained for. You grabbed the hulky man by his hair and punched him in the face. He stumbled back into other bystanders, and you quickly grabbed Bob as John and Alexei came dashing over and left the club with him in tandem. The rest of the hour was spent trying to calm Bob down in a crammed Uber that John had called for all of you. Even back at the tower, he wouldn’t calm down but it didn’t matter how hard you tried.

From one side, you understood why. The man that had touched him looked a tad bit too much like his father, or at least you assumed from that small segment you had seen of his dad in his own shame room before John pummeled him to the ground.

"Bob?" your hand held his trembling one.

"I need you to calm down, Bob. Can you try to? You are safe here." Your thumb rubbed back and forth on his knuckles as you heard the door open and Yelena emerged from it. She quickly rushed towards you as she sat down next to you. Maybe it was the warmth she was exuding or maybe you were just plain blind, but before you realized, cold dull tendrils wrapped around your arms and midsection. As your eyes widened and your lips parted to call out for Bob to stop, everything around you turned black.

"Not again. Bob, damnit, not again!" you yelled out to nobody as you looked around.

A few rapid blinks and a deep sense of despair later, you found yourself….at the gala? Your eyebrows furrowed. It was the gala from months ago when you had danced with Yelena after another one of your brutal arguments. But you weren’t ashamed of being with her, so why were you here? Looking around, you saw Yelena- not the one dressed in that perfectly fitting dress, no, you saw the very same Yelena with messy hair, an old t-shirt that she stole from your closet a while back, and baggy pants on. And she looked extremely out of place. Your eyes met as you made your way towards her. And only once you got closer to her did it dawn on you.

This wasn’t your shame room.

This was hers.

And that stopped you dead in your tracks. It was her shame room. It was hers. Hers. Hers. Your face fell void of all emotions as you started to back away from her. Even when she called out your name in that sickly sweet tone that you would only hear in your dreams.

"Bob!" you yelled out.

"Bob, I know you can hear me. You can control this, control these rooms. You can get us out." You kept chanting similar words until the room around you fell black again. You felt her hand grasp onto your wrist as your head snapped towards her. You ripped your hand from her grasp as if it burned. Your eyes wide as you stared at her all the while the room materialized back into the common room behind you. „Don‘t fucking touch me.“ you spit out. The world felt distant, like you were wearing someone else's skin, walking someone else's path.

Yelena was beside you. Silent. Stiff.

You didn’t look at her anymore.

Couldn’t.

You wanted to scream, maybe throw up. Maybe run until your lungs gave out. Anything to get away from what you saw. From what you felt. From her.

She was ashamed.

Ashamed of you. Of being with you. Of that night you had dared to remember as something soft. Something good. The night you danced with her, thinking foolishly that the walls between you were crumbling, when really she was already rebuilding them behind your back, brick by fucking brick.

“Say something.”, her voice hoarse. You feel your shoulders drop in dull grief. Your eyes are trained on bob now. He somehow looked the most compossed out of the three of you given the circumstances. His hands were wringed together as he stared at you both with wide eyes. Moving towards him you helped guide him upwards snd into his room. Lord knows this man needs a good sleep more than any of you.

——

You haven't spoken to her in two days.

The silence isn't deliberate, not in the usual way you weaponize it, but this time it feels different. It’s not cold. It’s not loud. It just exists. A quiet, aching distance that stretches between you like a wire pulled too tight. You don’t avoid her, not actively. But you don't look at her either. You haven’t since the shame room collapsed around the both of you.

Not after what you saw.

Not after what she didn’t say.

Tonight, you're in the training room alone. Again. The others have all turned in or maybe they’re pretending to, to avoid the unspoken tension hanging thick between the walls of this tower. The mat beneath you is cold. You’ve run drills for nearly an hour with sweat clinging to the back of your neck, tank top damp and sticking to your spine as your evidence. But it doesn’t help. Your muscles ache, but it’s not the satisfying kind. It’s not the kind that quiets the screaming in your head.

You slam your fist into the padded dummy again. And again. And again. You don’t even realize you’re crying until the mat beneath your feets starts to darken with tears.

This is stupid. This is all so fucking stupid.

You spin and sit hard on the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest, your forehead resting there for a moment longer than you want to admit. You were panting hard now as you felt your heart ached. You don’t want to do this. Not again. Not with her. Maybe you were a fool to think it meant something different to her.

“Didn't know punching dummys was a midnight hobby now.”

You don’t need to look up to recognize the voice. You stay still, face hidden in your knees.

“Go away, barnes.”

“Easy there. Just came to grab my towel.” He walks across the mat, movements slower than usual. He stops halfway to the banks.

“...You good?”

You laugh. It's hollow. “Do I look good?”

“You look like you went twelve rounds with a deflatable dummy and still lost.”

He doesn’t leave. Instead, he lowers himself down across from you, legs crossed, towel forgotten. You peek up just enough to see him watching you. And for once, his smugness is gone. Replaced by something quieter. Something resembling concern.

“Want me to beat someone up for you?” he offers after a pause. “Name them. I’ve got time.”

You huff. A small exhale, barely enough to be called a laugh. “Unless you can beat up memories, I don’t think you can help.”

“I can try,” he says, then adds, “Look... I don’t know what’s going on between you and her. None of my business. But I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The one where you want to climb out of your own skin just so you don’t have to feel anymore.”That shuts you up. You stare at him for a long beat. And he stares back.

“Anyway,” he stands, brushing invisible dust off his pants, “If you want to keep punching shit, I’ll leave you to it.”

You think about asking him to stay. Not because you want him specifically- but because the idea of going back to being alone with your thoughts feels... unbearable.

But you don’t ask.

You watch him leave instead, the door sliding closed behind him with a soft hiss that sounds too much like goodbye.

You found yourself on the roof again the very same night. The heliport was silent. The sky blanketed with clouds that glowed faintly from the city lights below. You sat in your usual spot back against the cold metal floor. You hated how easily you fell back into this. You hated how, even after everything, this space still reminded you of her. There was a quiet creak behind you. You didn’t even flinch.

You knew the sound of her steps. “I figured,” Yelena said quietly, “if I couldn’t sleep, maybe you couldn’t either.”

You said nothing. She didn’t move closer. She didn’t sit beside you. Just stood there, a few paces away. Like she was waiting for a signal. Permission.

“You haven’t talked to me in days,” she murmured. “I deserved that.”

You stayed silent. Not because you didn’t have anything to say, but rather because you didn’t know how to say any of it without breaking in half. “I didn’t mean for you to see that,” she added. You let out a bitter, hollow laugh. “You didn’t want me to see how ashamed you were of me?”

Yelena’s breath caught. “That’s not fair.”

“No,” you snapped, still on the floor, facing her. “You’re right. It’s not. Nothing about this is fair.” “I’m not ashamed of you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you spat, voice rising. “You kept me in the dark for months, Yelena. Then I see your shame room and I’m there. Me. Dancing with you. Laughing with you. You looked like you wanted to claw your own memory out.” Her mouth opened, but no sound came.

You pushed further. “Why was I in there, Yelena? Why was that memory one of your worst?” She looked down. That silence, that fucking silence- it hurt more than anything.

“Say something,” you said, barely above a whisper. “Anything. I can’t keep guessing with you.” Her fingers flexed at her sides, as if each word of yours peeled a new layer of skin from her bones.

“I wasn’t ashamed of you,” she said finally, voice low. “I was ashamed of myself.” You blinked. But the rage kept pulsing behind your ribs, thick and unrelenting.

“That’s not better,” you bit out. “That doesn’t make it better, Yelena. You don’t get to rewrite the story like that just because it hurts.” She took a step forward, carefully, like you might snap if she moved too fast. “I didn’t-I don‘t want to feel this.”

You scoffed, turning away to look back up at the sky. “Feel what?”

“The want. The way I—" she stopped herself, jaw tightening, nostrils flaring with the breath she wouldn’t let out. „The way i need you.“ Yelena sat then-didn’t wait for permission. Crossed her legs beside you, her shoulder close but not touching.

“The way I wanted it to be real,” she said, and it broke in the middle like something brittle and starved. “And the way I knew it couldn’t be.”

That silenced you.

Not because it fixed anything, but because it sounded like the truth. Not clean, not tidy. But real. For once Your voice cracked on the next question. “Why couldn’t it?”

Yelena laughed. A bitter thing. Not at you, but at herself. “Because you don’t get to have things like that when you’re like me.” You didn’t mean to reach for her, but you did. Hand landing lightly over hers. This time, she didn’t flinch. Her fingers didn’t retreat.

You echoed ,“Yelena, you are-fuck-do you even hear yourself? Do you think I haven’t done things I hate? That I don’t look in the mirror sometimes and want to punch it out of the wall?” She looked at you then. Really looked. No walls. No witty retorts. Just her, and all the damage she’d been holding inside her chest for years.

“You’re not broken,” you said softly, gripping her hand tighter. “You’re scared. So am I. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.” She didn’t say anything for a while. The sky above seemed to hold its breath for her. For you.

Finally, she said, “I’m tired of trying-of loosing. I lost her. I can‘t-I don‘t want to loose you too. I can‘t.“ “You won’t,” you murmured. “I can handle things. We can start here. Us. We will both fight for each other.”

Yelena’s eyes searched yours. Long and slow, as if looking for the catch.

“I hurt you,” she said.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’ll probably do it again.”

“I know.“

“I’m not easy.”

“Who said i was?”

Her hand lifted then, brushing against your cheek like it might vanish if she pushed too hard. You leaned into it. “I was terrified of how much I wanted you that night,” she admitted. “Still am.” “I was terrified you didn’t,” you whispered.

“I never hated you.“. A sigh left your parted lips before a crocked smile replaced it. „Sure didn‘t seem like it.“ you joke as she rolls he eyes and pushes you away from her with no real strength behind it. „You are so annoying. Do you know that?“. Now she smiled at you too. “Do we start over now?” she asked, voice small.

You smiled. “No. We keep going.”

—

The tower had returned to its usual rhythm: chaos, caffeine, and the occasional broken appliance courtesy of Alexei. Bob had begun to level out again. Ava started terrorizing John with glitter bombs for no reason anyone could determine. Even Bucky was in suspiciously good spirits though that might have had something to do with whatever secret Alpine was hoarding under his bed.

You and Yelena, meanwhile, weren’t hiding anymore.

It wasn’t loud, or overly affectionate. It was just natural. You sat next to her during movie nights. Her fingers brushed yours during briefings. She started stealing your jackets again, even though she had her own closet full of options. And you let her. You liked that she did.

There was healing happening in small, invisible stitches.

And on one particular morning, after a mission that had gone smoother than expected, you found her in the kitchen in one of your hoodies, nursing a mug of coffee and flipping through the paper like a grumpy grandpa.

“You always read the newspaper?” you asked, still drowsy from the four hours of sleep you got.

“Only the good bits,” she deadpanned.

“Of course.”

You moved toward the fridge, and her eyes followed you over the rim of her mug. “How was the mission?” she asked suddenly. You turned. “It was okay. Great, actually, nothing went wrong for once. Can you believe that?”

“I can‘t. Are you sure Walker didn‘t blow something up?” You blinked. “He definetly did. But not everything is perfect is it?”

Yelena set the mug down, the faint clink of ceramic against granite louder than it needed to be in the quiet of the kitchen.

You leaned against the fridge, carton of orange juice in hand, watching her with soft amusement. The hoodie she wore was one of your older ones-faded black with a bleach stain on the sleeve and a frayed hem. It looked better on her than it ever had on you. “I like the sports section,” she muttered, flipping the page like she hadn’t been at it for half a hour. “They let the columnists swear now. America is finally embracing chaos.”

You grinned. “You should write for them.”

“I should be syndicated,” she deadpanned, but her mouth curved into the faintest smile. You poured yourself some juice and sat across from her at the kitchen island, letting the silence fill in the spaces between words. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just soft. Familiar.

There was a comfort in not having to say much.

Yelena sipped her coffee again, then lowered the mug and looked at you for real this time. “You didn’t get hurt yesterday, right?” You shook your head. “Couple scrapes. Nothing that left a mark.” „Did you get them looked at?“ „‚course. Otherwise how dare i show myself infront of you? You would vindicate me if i didn‘t get them looked over the second i stepped out of the jet.“, you joked.

She stared for a moment too long. You could see the flicker of worry behind her eyes, and something else. Something quieter. Maybe guilt. Maybe fear. “I hate that I wasn’t there,” she said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

You reached across the table, brushing your fingers over hers-not quite holding, not quite letting go. “I don’t.” You said. “I like knowing you weren’t in danger for once. Selfishly, maybe. But still.” Her hand turned, palm up, and your fingers settled into hers with a soft inevitability. The world didn’t stop, but it slowed down just enough. “You have this tendency to dive head first into chaos for no appereant reason, remember?“ “I don‘t do it all the time you know.“ she mumbled. „Just the other day you threw yourself off of a skyscraper. For the third time this week too!“ she laughed and your heart fluttered a little. A small grin broke out as you watched her throw her head back in laughter. „You are a hypocrite. Remember when you went into a mission all on your own and were surrounded by half the population of New York? Exactly. You“ she pointed her finger at you, “don‘t get to lecture me on being foolish.“. You rolled your eyes as you finished your glass and got up. You felt her eyes following you around the kitchen.“You are an idiot.“, you said as you walked out of the kitchen. She didn‘t follow you, and although you should feel a little sad you were relieved. These past few days have been, to say the least, too much too fast for you. It was finally settling down the tension you had with Yelena-you were finally normal around each other, and you simply weren‘t used to that. Not that you wanted it to go back to how it was with you two constantly at each other’s throats for one or another reason, but you just sometimes needed a bit of breathing room. Now though you started to seek her out as well at nights to the point where John even joked about you two basically moving into the same room with each other. She didn‘t laugh, no, she just stared at you and in that same night asked you if you would. If you would just stay in her room, always lay together and hold each other if she asked. And your answer came in form of silence because you just didn‘t know. That Night you acted as though you fell asleep so she just sighed and never spoke about it again. God, you wanted it. You wanted her. Especially now that everything has settled but it was just too scary. You were scared that she would just start to pull away because she didn‘t realize before that this was too much- you were scared that you would do the same. Your steps were heavy as you made your way towards your room.

The day settled into stillness.

You didn’t see Yelena again until much later, well past sunset, when the tower had gone quiet and the usual chaos of mission debriefs and tech repairs had slowed into a lull. You were holed up in your room, sprawled across your bed with the lights dimmed, flipping through some half-finished mission notes. Your body ached from the mission, scrapes and bruises still stinging faintly, but your mind? It was louder than ever.

Lena🐻. You coming over?

You sigh as you look at your phone. Are you coming over? Your usual answer would be a delighted yes send way too quickly to seem nonchalant, but right now you were between cross roads. If you did go you wondered if perhaps your yearning will finally overcome you and force you to actually act on what you have been dreaming about- or if you would just settle with laying next to her all the while she held onto you. Your phone lays on the bed, dark and silent now. You coming over? The message awaited a reply. You stared at the screen. The clock on the nightstand blinked—8:42 PM. Past sunset, the tower was quiet, warmed only by the faint hum of distant generators and the occasional whisper of corridor lights.

You pushed her door open quietly. A wash of candlelight greeted you-warm but soft. You slipped inside. She was kneeling, a blanket spread with precision across her small rug, dozens of candles flickering around the room's perimeter. Her room was variously decorated with your things now too. Small trinkets from missions outside of the state, posters, gifts you got her and more. The scene swallowed you whole not in a romantic or cliché way, but deliberate and real.

She looked up. The familiar strength in her gaze softened, folded inward. A fragile curve brushed her lips. “Hey,” she said, low. No bravado. No armor. Rough with her accent. You closed the door behind you, your feet whispering against the carpet. The hoodie slipped over your head, sleeves swallowing your fingers. You said, “Hi” You looked at the blanket. The candles warmed the shadows. “It looks nice.”

“Does it?,” she replied. Her voice held something unspoken—relief? Hope?

You moved onto the blanket. The candle glow warmed your neck. You felt weight in your chest, a pleasant tightness. A long sigh escapes you as you relaxed. She sat beside you. Space in between. Enough to be courteous, or cautious. Maybe both.

“I thought,” she began, turning her head toward the window, shadows and street lights dancing behind her. “You needed it quiet tonight. Y’know. Feel Safe and nice.” You nodded, gently brushing the folds of the blanket with your hand. You heart jumped at her confession“I did. Thank you Lena.”, you smiled up at her.

Her gaze held yours. She swallowed. You felt a current between you like static in the air. Your chest throbbed. You couldn’t look away. But you didn’t move first- not yet. Just watched the flame in her eyes. Slowly she moved to lay down now next to you. On her back her eyes were trained onto her own ceiling. Her lips curve into that faint half-smile you love. “I think i like this a lot more than freezing on the heliport with you.“, she mumbled. “What? You don‘t like freezing half to death just to spend some time with little ol‘ me? Wow. I am hurt, truly.“, you lips broke into a huge grin as you turned your head to face her. You let out a fake gasp of hurt as she laughed at you. Your laughter died down after a few minutes as she just stared at you.

Her fingertips grazed your skin. You exhaled. “I want this,” you said, your words barely there but solid as stone. “I want you here with me anywhere.” She blinked. The flame in her eyes flared. She sank closer. The ambient glow shifted across her cheekbones, the curve of her jaw.

You turned your body until you were on your side facing her. Her hand brushed yours, and the scent, smoke and something sweet filled your senses. The silence deepened. Your hand hovered near her waist. You swallowed, heart thumping. And pain blossomed in your throat. You didn’t want to break this. At all.

You allowed your hand to fall, landing lightly just above her hip, on her side. Fabric of hoodie and soft shirt. Everything was delicate. You waited for her to pull away. She didn’t. She didn’t lean in. She breathed. The candlelight hinted at the curiosity in her eyes. Your hand found her, brushed fingers deftly across her knuckles. Her skin responded. You felt warmth creep through her fingertips.

You exhaled. “Hi,” you murmured. She looked at you in the candlelight. Her lips shook, but she smiled. Just a bit. Shut and shy.

You leaned forward, stopping just short of her face. She leaned forward too. You both paused. The world bent inward. Your breath mingled. A tender magnetism pulled you together.

Then finally, gently, soberingly, you touched. Lips met lips. Soft, exploratory. Echoed pulses inside you and it felt like fireworks were going off just short of behind you.

She responded. Everything that had been unspoken flared between you. Neither rushed, both careful. Careful as lovers who knew heartbreak well. Her arms moved around you as you she moved ontop of you. Both cradled your neck. Skin against skin. Your arm slid down her back, holding her while the other rushed into the back of her hair and grasp onto it. You kissed her deeper. Long. Unhurried.

What unfolded next you’ll carry forever- her pulse against your chest, the shape of her cheek in candlelight, the gentle hiss of your breaths merging.

She pulled back slightly. Lips brushing. A beat passed before she opened up her mouth again. “Do you think Natasha would be happy for me?” she whispered into the space between you. You kissed her again. Softer now. “I think she would love this for us. For you to actually be happy for once.” She smiled at you. You thumb across her cheek. Then closed the gap again.

The night pressed in. But inside, warmth built like sunrays breaking through ice. You lay back together. The blanket cushioned you. She curled against you. Arms wrapped around your middle. Her cheek pressed soft into your ribcage. You could feel each breath she took through her t-shirt.

Your heart pounded. You felt hers too, beneath your palm. For a long while, you stayed still. Just breathing together. Being.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to. She shifted and whispered into your shirt: “I feel like I’m home.” You smiled, closing your eyes. Your cheek pressed into her hair. “Me too.”

You felt her laugh into your chest.

Quiet, serene.

[mister-tom-a-dildo-lover]

I just know that the Scarcrux would hate Harry so much for maybe a week... and then the Dursleys withhold food as punishment for the first time, because of some random offense that they made up, and he'd lose his shit.

A magical child placed in a cupboard under the stairs? A magical child, the one prophesied to be his end, not being allowed to eat? By Muggles?! A magical child being forced to wear hideous hand-me-downs? A magical child forced to cook for Muggles, forced to do the gardening for Muggles, forced to clean for Muggles?

The injustice of someone who was prophesied to be strong enough to vanquish him being disrespected by those lesser than him. Of a clear similarity to himself. A guardian who detests him and will not only lie to his face but also spread lies about him to anyone who will listen, thereby turning everybody in his life against him. A child who makes friends with the little snakes in the garden, hissing premature Parseltongue at them somehow. No friends or companions and believed to be an inferior lifeform to everyone else, only for the opposite to be true.

The accidental magic allowing him to Apparate, to regrow his own shaved off hair, and to even damn near vanish clothes he's too embarrassed to wear. A Halfblood who is the last of a once long and respected Pureblood line.

Harry's entire upbringing would prove every horrible opinion he has correct. Muggles are horrible. They need to be kept away from magical people. Magical children should not allowed be around them. Eliminate all Muggles. History of his own life basically repeating itself, except there's no muggle World War at the time.

And because Dumbledore interfered, no one is going to actually give Harry Potter the truth about anything. All information he gets is going to be heavily sanitized before it actually reaches his ears. He's already being encouraged to not ask questions so he doesn't get in trouble, and the moment someone shows him even a bit of decency he'll be too happy to think to ask questions.

And this would also prove every negative thing that he has to think about Dumbledore true as well. He will reason it all away as Dumbledore once again failing another magical child in a long list of magical children he has failed, and how he intends to use this boy and force him into a similar life that Tom Riddle once led just to try to use him as an example of how Goodness and Righteousness can stop any other Voldemorts from coming about.

Which is so interesting because Goodness and Righteousness didn't care about helping Tom Riddle when it was very clear that he needed help. Maybe if Dumbledore actually lived what he preached, then Voldemort never would have been a necessity. But who knows? It was long since passed the time for What Ifs and clearly Dumbledore won't change.

Scarcrux's hyper fixation on Harry would be stronger than any other version of Tom/Voldemort because he'll be there every step of the way for Harry's journey.

And wouldn't it just be so wonderful if he could do something about all this nonsense?

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Can you pretty please write a fic where Logan and Deadpool are having an argument about how they should be fucking the reader, like going over techniques while the reader is just drooling and mindless like “whaaa”

hell YEAH i love getting fucked stupid by big strong men >:3333€

this is a rly good prompt btw so i could GLADLY expand on this but for rn here’s a snippet 😌

warning: dp, painal, sadomasochism, mild transphobia, slurs, degradation, overstim, dubcon, daddy kink

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/bussy

They talk about you like you’re not even there.

Well, physically you were right there with them. Mentally you were nowhere to be found, certainly not on their conversational level. Wade had been bouncing you in his lap for god knows how long. His cock in your cunt had thoroughly fucked your train of thought off the tracks. Your internal monologue was nothing but bitchy whimpers and primal burning for more. Welp. What do you expect? Back to back orgasms will do to that to you. You couldn’t even recall how the argument started, and context would’ve really been helpful.

“Wow! Okay! That’s a shitty thing to say to our guest! Wanna apologize and maybe try that one again, JK Rowling?”

"Oh, get fucked. That's not what I meant and you know it." Logan kept his firm hands on your shoulders, assisting your bounce, since your legs were damn near liquified.

“Mmmmm, ah, gah-fuuuck… Wh... Wha? Huh?”

“How is that not what you meant?" Wade, questioned, maintaining his steel grip on your ass. He felt that he had to protect you from the big bad wolf and his transphobia. "You just said he’s not a real man because he has a pussy. A tight, sweet, JUICY pussy that feels like a fleshlight full of microwaved angel dust. And yet SOMEHOW this makes him not a real man to you? Maybe you’re just not man enough for HIM, sugar-tits!”

"I said you gotta fuck him like a real man. You’re being too good to him. It's gonna fuel his ego, and I’m not letting you turn him into a spoiled brat. Fuck him in the ass, that'll teach him a lesson. Show him this shit ain't a joke."

"No way! Ass is ass is ass is ass. Everybody's got an asshole, peanut, and newsflash? They all feel the same. But this boy's pussy? This hot buttery premium A5 wagyu bussy that's—SQUEEZINGmyfuckingdicksotight, oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, angel baby, sweet boy, you feel so GOOD! Making your Daddy feel so good, good boy!"

Praise was easy enough to process. It didn't require any cognitive effort on your part. You didn't have to weigh in and have an opinion, you just have to take it, and be grateful for it. "Hah, fuck! Thank—thank you, Daddy! FUCK! Wade! WadeWadeWadeWade—WADE! WadeWadeWade..."

But Logan wouldn't let it go. "I'm serious. Make him take it up the ass, or I will."

“Un-be-lievable. You know something? You must be the one guy in this universe who could see a whimsical forest path that leads to a magical unicorn fountain, and says 'Oh, no, none for me. Let me go spelunking in the poop-chute, thank you very much!' And if that's not the single gayest thing I've seen in my entire—"

"WADE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Eeep!"

Oh, you poor thing. He nearly gave you a heart attack! It's terrifying when someone yells out of nowhere, especially when that someone has you naked and vulnerable in their hands. Logan had slammed you down on Wade's cock when he yelled, completely stopping the scene and trapping you between them. Woah. Time out. Shit has officially just gotten real. You and Wade held bated breath, and traded a glance that said "We're cooked. Nice knowing ya."

But Logan just laughed at you both. Delighted by the atmospheric tension he had just created.

"Heh... heh heh heh..."

Then he relaxed his grip on you, and those big strong calloused man hands started to explore. They massaged your shoulders, rubbed your neck and jaw, and groped and squeezed wherever they pleased. All the while, his hot breath, tinted with whiskey and malice, ghosted over the shell of your ear as he talked. He spoke very firmly. Targeted. Slow. He wanted you to get every fucking word.

"Listen, bub. I’m not about to question whether or not you’re a man, okay? But I’ll say this. When real men wanna take cock? It hurts. Oh, it hurts real bad. And most of ‘em don’t get the luxury of a cushy little cunt that’s meant to take a pounding. No, son. Real men get ripped apart by cock. It makes them cry and scream and sometimes their tiny little rims even bleed because of it. And you know what? They love it. They love how much it hurts them. Cause they’re men. Strong men. And you’re no fuckin’ better than them, you know that? You think just cause you got another hole that you can take the easy way out? Everything's gonna be peaches and cream, huh? Nuh uh. Not on my watch, you little shit. You wanna act like you're such a fag? Well then you’re getting fucked like one of us too."

…

…

…

“Jesus fucking Christ, babycakes, if you don’t want him up your ass I’ll GLADLY take the heat for you.”

[rawritzrobin]

Count to Ten

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, mentions of blood, violence (but not really), soul sucking fluff

A/N: The world sucks right now. Enjoy a piece of happiness from the only man that would be able to save us all from this place. (Repost because I broke my last post :D)

Masterlist

The air was cold. The air in Gotham was always cold. The time of cold that hits you when you least suspect it.

Kind of like today.

You weren’t even sure what time of day it was anymore. You couldn’t think straight. The pounding in your head was not helping the situation one bit.

Somewhere to your left, a pipe was dripping in a steady, mocking rhythm.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

You try to lift your head again, but the room tilts. Your vision blurred at the edges, white stars clouding your vision. Your wrists ached where the rope bit into your skin. You stopped fighting against them a while ago. 

You swallowed. Your mouth tasted like copper. You were not sure how long you had been tied to this chair. The last thing you remember was walking to your car from work. You mentally kicked yourself for leaving so late. You knew better. Gotham didn’t give a damn what time it was. Someone was always watching. 

“You hear me, sweetheart?”

The voice was too close. You could hear the grin in his voice. You turned away from the direction of the voice. 

“Your boyfriend’s late to the party. Maybe we were mistaken about how much you mean to him.”

You clenched your jaw. He’s coming. He always comes. You just hoped the emergency signal had gone off.

The man laughed and paced a slow circle around your chair. You avoided looking at his face. Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You put on a brave face, but deep down, you were terrified. 

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He stopped directly behind the chair, and looked down at you like a hungry animal. “Maybe I can have some fun with you before he gets here.” You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. You tried to pull away, but the sudden movement only made the pounding in your head worse.

A sound at the far end of the warehouse echoed through the room. Heavy boots on concrete. Measured. Certain.

The air around you changed.

Your breath hitched. The man behind you shifted. His cocky demeanor changed almost immediately. 

From Pride. Into Fear.

******

Jason didn’t look at you. Not yet.

His entire focus was on the men standing between him and the only thing he’d ever sworn to protect.

They started to shout into the shadows, some threat about leverage, about ransom.

He raised his pistol and chambered a round. The sound cracked the silence like thunder. The men around you tensed. 

“You picked the wrong person to mess with.”

The next five seconds were chaos.

Gunshots. Screams. The wet impact of bodies hitting concrete.

You flinched but didn’t look up, not that doing so would help seeing how the headache still clouded your vision. You knew how this was all going to end. You were thankful the men kept you in the far back of the warehouse.

The silence returned, but only for a moment.

You felt his presence before you heard his voice.

Footsteps. The rasp of his breath behind the helmet. The gentler shift in his weight as he crouched in front of you.

“Y/N?”

Your lip trembled. You opened your eyes, just enough to see through your lashes.

“Hey, doll,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Can you hear me?”

You nodded. Tears sliding over your cheeks.

“I’m here,” he murmured, softer now. “I’m gonna get you out.”

He lifted a gloved hand and brushed your cheek with his knuckle. A touch so soft it almost didn't feel real.

His eyes narrowed beneath the mask. His voice lowered, deadly calm.

“Close your eyes for me.”

“Jay…”

“Close them, sweetheart. I need you to trust me.”

You swallowed hard and obeyed, blinking the tears away before darkness took over.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “It will be over soon.”

You waited for his next order.

“Count to ten.”

You clenched her eyes shut so tight it hurt.

“One…”

You heard the scrape of his boots moving away.

“Two…”

A wet sound. Something heavy hitting the floor.

“Three…”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“Four…”

Metal clattered against concrete.

“Five…”

A muffled groan, cut short by the sound of a gunshot.

“Six…”

Something warm splattered across your arm. You flinched but didn’t dare open your eyes.

“Seven…”

His voice, low, close: “Almost there.”

“Eight…”

The ropes shifted around your wrists. 

“Nine…”

The pressure eased. You drew your first full breath in hours.

“Ten.”

You didn't dare open your eyes. Not yet. You collapsed forward, but his arms caught you before you could even think about the impact. Carefully, you felt his arms snake under your knees and behind your arms.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he said again, voice raw. You could hear the subtle shake even through his voice changer. 

You buried your face in his chest. His jacket smelled like leather and cigarettes, with a tinge of gunpowder.

He carried you out of that warehouse as gently as possible. 

Past the bodies. 

Past the carnage he left behind. 

All you felt was the steady thump of his heart against your cheek.

You felt the familiar feeling of a leather seat behind you once he set you down. You opened your eyes slowly.

Jason was kneeling in front of you. Helmet off. Mask off. Hair damp with sweat. His teal eyes meeting yours.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded once, even though you weren't entirely sure it was the truth.

His gaze softened. He reached into a pouch and pulled out a wet cloth. With hands that had just ended lives, he wiped the blood from your cheek. 

The smudge on your arm. The tears from your cheeks.

He took his time. Like if he went slowly enough, maybe he could erase all of it. Every bruise, every nightmare, every memory of tonight. 

Once he was satisfied with his work, he leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead. He pressed his forehead to yours. 

“Let’s go home.” he murmured.

Your lip curved up, just a little. Just enough.

You nodded.

He gave you a tired smile.

“Count to ten, sweetheart.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “That’s all you ever have to do. I’ll handle the rest.”

[writingoddess1125]

Kofi Request

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Everything Has a Price

Dark!Kurt Wagner x FemReader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ Loss of Virginity, Rough sex, Dirty Talk, Dubcon, Biting, Corruption?

I tried really hard! so hope you guys enjoy!

Also! Per request Pixie is added! If you've never heard of the X-Men Pixie here is a link! Very cute character!

18 + Below

"You gotta be Joking- A fucking Fairy?" Logan all but scoffed. The group seemingly on a similar page as him for once-

"Fae which is a type of fairy but different-" Pixie corrected, with some annoyance in her voice. Crossing her arms as she kicked her legs out infront of her as she looked out the window of the jet.

"Fairies are one thing- but the kind of Fae we are looking for closer to like, Magical creature demi-gods. They can do a very wide range of things and are incredibly powerful with magic. However have a bit of a.. wicked streak from what I read" She said calmly, opening up her phone as she looked over the snippet of readings from it.

"So what- We have to drop kick a Leprechaun to get some of this magic shit?-" Logan all but joked as he shook his head.

"Leprechauns are a type of Fae so- Yeah"

The entire group groaned at hearing this, Pixie throwing her hands up as it was clear she was just translating not making the rules.

"This is the dumbest shit I've heard in a long time- You're telling me we may actually have to box a damn Leprechaun.. What lala land bullshit is this?" Logan said a bit sharply, Jean now turning to look at him.

"Sorry but all the stuff we deal with, is a magical creature really the strangest thing-" Jean pointed out, Logan opening his mouth to say something but shrugging in agreement.

"Listen- I don't like this either however- There is some magic that can only come from them supposedly-" Scott grumbled- Jean looking at the page at hand, Dr. McCoy had been kind enough to give them a printout of what was asked, Seeing how it had originally been on a scroll which just felt ridiculous to everyone involved.

While everyone was arguing in the front, Kurt had been quiet-nervously ran his fingers over the Rosary with a far off look-

Ororo who was seated not far from him saw this and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder making him jump a bit as he snapped from his daze.

"Hey, if you want some more time we can take you back.." She offered, But Kurt shook his head calmly with a watery smile.

"No no.. I want to return to help" He said softly, The woman nodding softly in understanding as she took her seat again.

It had been only a short time since Kurt had come back from death- It was something that still plagued him. Everytime he closed his eyes he was back, and it made his coward desperately to God. More then ever before- Defeating his own father.. Xavier Gone which left them all vulnerable- Even Amanda leaving him as his death had been too much for her.. He didn't blame her either.

So now what remained of the team was flying to quite literally get magic to protect what remained of the students.

"Hey I don't make the rules! Besides you guys should had said something if you guys didn't want to go the magic route! We are almost there anyway!" She yelled at them all angrily.

Logan sighed at this. "Where is there anyway?"

"Telluride Colorado" Pixie said, holding her hand up to show the small tracking spell for the Fae on her palm.

This seemed to quell the group for some time. Watching as they approached their destination.

The group looking around in interest at the rather beautiful environment. Seemingly greatful as well for the large forested area that could conceal the X Jet and getting a almost vacation like view.

After landing the group was quick to exit to look around. Kurt looked around seemingly happier them the rest, overall enjoying the scenery of the place- The mountains inviting and the light snow on the ground giving the place a almost whimsical hallmark card feeling.

"Let's get going guys, We really don't want to stay out late if there really is that many fae here.." Pixie said calmly as she snapped them all from their mild sight seeing.

The group quietly agreed before Pixie started up her tracker spell once more and began to lead them through the rich hiking trail- Everyone for the most part seemingly enjoying the walk- a rare setting of peace in their Chaotic life.

Kurt let his eyes wonder around as he saw the beautiful landscape, Pausing at a very pretty looking blue flower that seemed to sway in the snow- Turning to take a closer look as he didn't know flowers could bloom in snow.

His steps beginning to go off the trail but Pixie grabbed Kurt's arm and pull him back to the group at surprising speed-

"Nope- That is a trap, Stay with us all"

"Trap? What do you mean trap?" He questioned, clearly a little dazed.

"Those are setups to lure people like you into their world- And if you go you won't be coming back" This made Kurt shiver in a bit of fear at the seriousness of her words, as well as the words lf a 'their world'.

Pixie decided here infront of them all to lay down some ground rules.

No accepting gifts

No eating their food

No telling them your real name

Don't walk off anywhere

And Never be Rude- Logan...

It was another 45 Minute walk before they saw it.

Pixie released the spell from her hand as they stood infront of a very cute looking home? Just off the beaten trail and tucked in a nice little grove of trees. Kurt looking around with a soft smile, finding the whole thing quite nice, Ororo smiling at Kurt as she saw him relaxed.

The group looked back at Pixie who gave a hesitant Nod- Logan stepped forward first clearly still unamused by this all, banging on the door rather hard as he put his hands back in his pockets.

They stood there for a few seconds, before the door unlocked and opened just a crack.

There stood possibly the prettiest lady that Kurt had ever seen- His face warming a bit the sight of her as she looked to them all.

"How can I help you all?"

She asked kindly, Flashing those pretty eyelashes at them all- seemingly catching them all off guard by how pretty she was.

"You're the Fae apparently we are looking for-" Logan stated calmly- His voice a bit more charmed then before cause of her beauty.

Ororo saw the way her eyes seemed to shimmer as she looked over all of them, Before a kind smile went over her face and she opened the door wider gesturing the group inside.

"Please come in, take a seat"

The group shuffled in, clearly used to immediate threats so a cozy little cottage home made then weirded out truthfully. Especially with how nervous Pixie seemed to be- especially at what seemed to catch all their attention, the thin tail with a puff of (Y/C/H) at the very end that seemed to sway behind her through the rather thin slip dress, paired with what seemed to be wings that showed only in the shadows- clearly a spell hiding them from view.

Being lead to the kitchen table that had seemed set for a feast, like it was waiting for their arrival.

All sitting there, they looked over the spread and then followed the Fae who walked to the stove setting a kettle with a soft hum.

"Now, Let me make some tea for you all. Now may I know who has come to my home?"

"Im Pixie, Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, Nightcrawler and.. Phoenix" Pixie said quickly as she took the lead, Swallowing thickly as she looked to the women as she started to make the group some tea- All of them felt, Weirdly comforble? Like being in the fuzzy home of a relative, wanting to eat ones fill and take a nap infront of the fireplace.

"So interesting, Mine is (Y/N)" She said calmly, Pixie slightly wrinkling her nose.

"I take it.. That is not your true name?"

The women laughed at this as she turned to look at them all, her tail flickering slightly.

"No you would be correct, that is not my true name- However it is one ive grown fond of. Now what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

She said softly, looking to them all- however her eyes seemed to linger on Kurt a bit longer then most, Ororo catching this immediately as she glanced to her Blue friend who looked flustered.

(Y/N) made his breath catch in his throat, shifting a bit uncomforbly as he kept his gaze lowered to avoid the way the thin fabric wrapped around her hips the way her long thin tail swayed behind her in a slow pattern- oddly hypnotic?

"We are here for help.. We hear you have magic that can protect our school and hopefully give us a upper hand" Scott said, (Y/N) walking to them setting mugs in all their hands with a kind smile, Jean holding out the paper calmly- (Y/N) almost looking like she wanted to laugh in their face as she folded the page and continued her more domestic task.

"... Quite a bit You're asking for"

She said sweetly as she handed the last one to the blue skinned man, he gave a sheepish smile as he took the drink in hand- Seemingly all of them remembering Pixie's words as they all held their cups and looked at the beautiful table of food however not taking a single bite or sip- Kurt almost pouting at this.

"So, Will you help us?" Scott asked, (Y/N) looked to him and smiled.

"For a Price" Scott seemed to bristle at this slightly, Looking to Pixie first who seemed to sigh.

"Everything had a price, Im sure you know that. My magic as well" She said softly, Sipping her tea as the group shifted trying to think.

"What kind of price?" Ororo asked sitting up straigher in her seat, Logan scoffing at this point.

"Fucking Stupid shit.. Let me guess a pot of gold" He grumbled, Pixie looking to him sharply.

(Y/N) smiling at this, A heavy pressure of magic settling on them all like a silent threat- Setting her cup aside as she scanned all of them. Seeing how they all felt her magic almost wrap around them, suffocating and like it was prepared to kill them all.

"Well, Normally I'd demand something I deem as valuable.. Gold is too cheap for your guys request- However I'm generous today! I'll let you think over what you have to offer" She said suddently very cheerful as the pressure seemed to disappear as fast as it appeared. Making everyone seemingly weirded out- Looking to each other in confusion.

Jean stood up at this point, massively uncomfortable it seemed but nodded politely.

"Alright, We will find something to bring to you for the trade off.. We should go, to think about it. Thank you so much for your time"

She said quickly, Pixie following foot as the two women got everyone to almost run from the house. Kurt a bit slower as he felt something.. As (Y/N) eyes followed him as he was rushed out.

"That was... Something" Kurt mumbled, Rubbing his arm clenching his Rosary tighter.

'Return'

A voice sounded in his ear, his eyes widening as he turned back just in time to see (Y/N) Give him a sly smile as the front door closed behind him.

The group left that night back to the Jet to rest and talk about what they could offer-The group going back and forth in arguing.

Kurt however was seperate, quiet as he let his mind wonder, she wanted him back.. He could help- If she wanted to meet with him it ment he could help.

With a heavy sigh, He teleported from the Jet- Landing outside as he ventured on his own back to the Fae house.

Stepping through the snow he took a heavy breath as he raised his hand to knock but the door swung open before he could even knock.

She stood there as alluring as when he'd first seen her. Silently she waved him in with a smile, Kurt skittish as ever stepped inside as the door swung behind him.

Her hand taking his own as she lead him to the livingroom, Her hands going over his arms making him shiver slightly.

"I'm glad you returned, Now we can decide the price- You are worth more then what your friends are standing there arguing over"

Kurt's eyes widened at her words and how much her hands were on him- His face starting to flush when her hand found its way to his cheek.

"What would I be worth?"

He said sheepishly, as he looked to her. Seeing the way she held his cheek in her soft hand, thumb running at the corner of his lips.

"More then you know it seems" She hummed, circling him like prey.

"A man back from the dead-" She whispered, His shoulders stiffening at her words as she pressed her back into him. His face flushing as he felt ever detail of her body against him.

"As pure as he left, possibly more so on the return.. especially for a Neyaphem.. So unique"

A shiver went up his spine at her words, his stomach curdling at this. He'd learned of his half Heritage only after his return, not even telling his dear friends of this.

"So I wish to trade something with you for my help" She hummed, running her fingers through his dark hair.

"Are you talking about my soul?" He mumbled softly, making her chuckle as she circled him.

"No No, Never your soul.. You're innocence" Kurt jumping at hearing this as he stared at her with wide eyes, (Y/N) chuckling at this.

"You won't even realize it's gone.. Besides, How much is it really worth to you? To help your friends? Help the world? It's something people lose everyday- How different could it be for you?"

He blinked in surprise, still flushed at the offer of taking something like that from him- Especially as she placed both hands on his chest, making it so hard to focus with how he could see practically down the slip dress.

However.. It didn't seem that bad Afterall.. He had never been with anyone before and- there are worse ways to lose your virginity.

Especially losing it to someone as pretty as her-

"Just that?.. And you'll help my friends?" He asked softly, (Y/N) smiling at him and nodding.

"So, Do we have a deal?"

Her hand snaked down from his chest and sliding down his toned arms as her fingers moved just under his hand right under his Rosary waiting for it in her delicate hand.

Kurt hesitating for a second, fear gripping his heart- before slowly lowering the sacred jewelry into her palm and watching her fingers wrap around it and carefully pull away from his sight, feeling something pull away from him in his chest.

"We.. Have a Deal"

With that she leaned up and captured his lips on hers, Kurt's eyes widening at this- As the sweet taste of her lips made him melt, his hands naturally finding their way to her hips as he felt her deepen the kiss.

He stumbled back feeling the world warp slightly before the room changed, not knowing how they got to what seemed to be her bedroom- as the back of his legs hit the bed and he fell back, seeing (Y/N) staring down with a almost wicked smile. She flicked her wrist as his pants were undone and sliding down his hips- Revealing the rather large erection that was barely concealed by the plain white boxers.

(Y/N) leaning up as she crawled up his body, Kurt tail curling in on itself in worry- However the feeling of her own wrapping around his seemed to catch his attention.

"Relax~"

She purred, Kurt nodding softly as the fae pulled down his boxers- His cock springing free damn near purple with how aroused he was, The man turning his face to the side in embarrassment. (Y/N) reached forward and turned his face back to stare at her, Seating herself just before his cock as she pulled the slip dress off herself.

Poor Kurt mind went blank, Seeing her body bare to the cool room as she sat before him. Kurt almost felt like he was gonna cum just from the sight before him- (Y/N) giggling seeing how his cock began to leak pre almost immediately, Her thumb rubbing over the head of his cock softly.

"Such a sweet thing you are~"

Rising up making sure he could see her cunt in all its glory she almost teasingly rubbed her core against the head of his cock- Watching how his hips bucked up almost by instinct as he let a shaky moan leave him before (Y/N) lowered herself onto him.

A small hiss falling from Kurt's lips as he felt her sink onto him, His back arching as he felt those velvet like walls wrap around him. A wash of pleasure going threw him as he felt her settle on him fully, He swore he could see god behind her as she rolled her hips on him- His toes curling in delight as he felt her start to bounce on his cock, A new sensation starting to burn in his chest like fire as he felt her- Like she was the most addictive drug he had never taken.

The way her breast bouncing with every move of her hips almost hypnotic and driving him deeper into the pit of bliss- (Y/N) began to let breathy moans leave past her lips, Leaning back as she began to pick up the pace. A few curses leaving her as well feeling the way he seemed to hit those deepest places inside of her.

Kurt head flew back, Growling as he grabbed her hips like his life depended on it. Thrusting up into her as he felt her tighten around him a gasp leaving him as much faster then he intended bucked into her hard as he came inside of her- (Y/N) giggling at this, Clearly having expected this to not last long, He was a virgin afterall.

Kurt body seemed to still almost like a statue as (Y/N) slid off him, a look of amusement on her face as she assumed he was embarrassed and would be prepared to leave after his inexperienced self came. Besides she got her payment Afterall.

However Kurt's eyes seemed to follow her watched her as she panted only softly, Seemingly satisfied with her choice of action.. his gaze darker as he felt his stomach twist in anger and.. Something new? Like a hold on his chest was suddenly gone? And it felt.. Good?

However now pissed at this Fae.. How dare she leave him there still hard and only wanting to take this thing from him- and having the audacity to laugh at him!

And worse..

He wasn't satisfied..

He wasn't satisfied at all!

Kurt hand shot out and wraps around her ankle still on the bed and yanks her back to him- A surprised noise leaving her as she looked back at him in shock. In the dark bedroom (Y/N) could only see the wide fanged smile and those yellow eyes that seemed different from before-

His hand on her ankle is replaced by his spaded tail, Now pressing on the center of her back right between those pretty wings and yanking her tail to keep her plump ass up- A squeal leaving her lips, Her fingers digging into the already messy sheets as he had her pinned.

"Y-You already gave your payment! What the hell are you-"

She was cut off as her face was pushed into the mattress harshly only catching the glow of his eyes as his lean muscle managed to keep her put.

"I don't feel like I got a fair deal of that 'payment'-"

(Y/N) could almost hear the smile in his voice, Pursing her lips she prepared to hit him with her magic but- Nothing happened... Wiggling in shock as she tried again but felt his yank her tail harder making her whimper.

Her eyes widening as a sinking feeling settled in her chest- Maybe that innocence was far more valuable then she thought... possibly the leash that kept a Neyaphem from being free on earth.

And the leash that kept those Neyaphem abilties from coming to the surface. Nullifying her own..

"Now Now- I was only teasing little one~ L-Lets come to a new agreement" (Y/N) said with a chuckle as she heard him chuckle behind her- Feeling his cock press against her cunt.

"Now~ Why would I do that Maus?~"

He purred out, Before with a hard thrust of his hip burying into deeply into her causing a loud moan to go through her. As fast as he had buried himself into her, he pulled out as he slammed back in.

Kurt not letting up as he held her in place, and his tail wrapped around that leg of hers as he fucking the fae into the mattress- hunched over her form watching the way her ass rippled with each movement of his hips, eyes almost glazed over in primal delight. Her nails digging into the sheets tearing into them as she felt herself cum- Burning embarrassment burning through her, as the roles had been switched and she came faster then intended.

"You wanted die Unschuld? Ja? How does it feel Maus?" He laughed, feeling how she came around him- Seeing how her toes curled and legs began to quake. How she looked to dumb and blissed out with her cheek pressed into the mattress those pretty eyes that had lured him in before half lidden and edged with tears. A fanged grin in joy at having reversed the roles.

"I don't hear you!~" He grunted out, Yanking at her tail again making her moan/cry out.

"I-It feels good!" She whimpered out, Looking back at him a few hiccupping moans managing to slip out.

"Aww so sweet~ Is my pretty fairy sorry for trying to skip out on me? Leaving me wanting? Giving me the bare minimum?~" Kurt said, his voice almost a coo as he still hadn't removed his cock from her. (Y/N) nodding rapidly.

"Wunderbar!~ Now like you before, I haven't gotten my ending yet" He chuckled out, seeing the way her eyes widened as he grabbed both her legs- Sitting up to his full hight as he chuckled at the image.

Her back arched painfully as he pounded into her with a harsh and brutal pace- Seeing how (Y/N) almost scrambled to escape from the overwhelming pleasure, her tail pressing against his chest. Kurt nipping her tail hearing the noise she made, Growling in warning as he grunted.

"Why move?! You love it don't you!"

He hissed at her, Feeling how her cunt fluttered around him at the pain mixed with the pleasure.

"Y-Yes! I love it I-I fuck~! I love it!~" She sobbed out, Feeling him press into the dips of her hip as she came undone by him.

"Meine hübsche Hure~! Giving magic for cock! Who knew how desperate you are!" He made fun of her, his moving to under her raised hips as the spade of his tail rubbed over her clit- feeling her jerk as her body shook.

(Y/N) screamed out, Feeling her walls tightened around his cock once more as she came- spots going over her vision as she overstimulated and shaking from pleasure. Tears rolling down her cheeks from bliss, as she felt him pull out- The feeling of their mix of cum running down her bruised thighs.

Panting hard as the world seemed to spin and she couldn't even tell what position she was in- Till thick finger pressed into her still aching cunt. A broken moan leaving her sore throat.

"T-Too Much!~"

Kurt pressed his finger into her more pressing against that soft spongy spot of her bruised walls making her toes curl and whimper around the diget. The male smirking as he saw the ruined hole shiv around his finger.

"Aww~ Enttäuschend, I thought a all powerful fae could handle more"

He cruelly cackled, pulling his hand back as he slapped her ass hard watching how the skin started to bruise immediately before pulling her tail back up slamming his hips back into her- Hearing that loud squeal rip threw her. What could only be described as a rumbling growl leaves his throat as he grabs a fistful of her beautiful hair, yanking it back roughly as he heard her cry out in bliss- as he pulled her back flushed against his chest upright for all to see.

(Y/N) bouncing up and down with each thrust as he held her up, Eyes rolled in overstimulation she desperately tried to grab his thighs for some form of stability.

Slamming his hips up into her making sure to keep her put by her hair, feeling how her back arched into his own- those delicate wings almost crushed between her back and his chest. Broken moans staring to leave Kurt as sweat gathered on his brow- Rolling his hips up into her as he felt the coil in him build up once more as he grunted in her ear.

His fanged teeth biting down harshly on the side her neck- The rush of magical blood flooding his senses as he cum deep inside her coating those 'all powerful' walls once more, pride filling his chest as he heard the whimpering choked moans from his conquest below him- knowing she would never forget him.

Kurt pulled back, letting the flat of his tongue drag over the fresh wound as he held the fae in place. Turning her head towards him by her hair still as he kissed her, allowing her to taste herself as he dominated her mouth. Pulling back as he chuckled seeing her dazed eyes at him, shivering against his body clearly exhausted by the rather rough treatment.

"Now~ I do think you are due for your end of the bargen~"

That morning Kurt returned to the Jet, The group who had been outside clearly prepared with a plan and also wondering out loud where their blue friend was when they saw him Bamf not far from them all.

A large apple in hand that he seemed to be finishing up as he held up a cloth bag with his tail, Giving it a slight shake for them to see.

"Got what was needed and seemingly extra.. Let's head back to the Mansion"

Pixie looked up at him, feeling something was off.... terribly terribly off that made her stomach drop, Looking to the apple he had finished off and tossed in the trash. Seemingly everyone else had the off feeling about him too...

How he stood a bit straighter, his shoulders more relaxed and a more.. devilish look to his face? Like that baby sweetness he had been ripped from him.

Paired with what was the most noticable.. Rosary that had been always been in his hands was missing.

Everyone was dead silent, seemingly not willing to ask any sort of questions.

And quietly they went to the Jet, boarding as Kurt seeming to linger outside just a bit longer looking in the direction of the cottage before heading in.

Taking his seat Kurt leaned back, seemingly tired as he drapped his arm over his eyes to cover the light of the Jet, paired with a feeling of two knots growing at the front of his head that made his head hurt and throb.

"Hey Kurt.."

He lifted his arm, almost feeling a peg of annoyance as he followed the direction of the voice. Ororo seated not far from him as she looked to him with a peg of concern.

"What.. did you give to her?"

Kurt pausing as his tail flicked next to him a bit sharply enough to cut the air, as a fanged smile went over his lips- Looking at Ororo who felt a shiver go down her spine at the smile that greeted her.

"Nothing of importance anymore"

[jazeswhbhaven]

A Lazy Man's Body Pillow | Belphegor Attacker | Summary | SPOILERS

Hey y'all! Like the fancy thing I did with the above banner? Ngl the hardest part was compressing the damn thing because I apparently made it way to fucking large lol But anyways, it seems this time around a lot of y'all were able to get his card which shows some promise that the gacha rates have changed? Maybe?? We'll seeeeeeee

Usually I do the entire "summary then screenshot" thing but I realized that format works better for exclusive cards than ones we're gonna see in 3 months. So we're back to my, "screenshots with commentary" format. Let's hope I can do this with only 29 screenshots 😭

Let's kick it off with

So it seems that MC has won some kind of "lottery", but there's no foolin' MC when it's very blantantly written on the back of the ticket that the host Kingdom is Niflheim and it didn't take much for Beleth to admit that he did some slick shit just so he could go on....

checks notes

v a c a t i o n .

Now, I love Beleth. Love me some him. But I'll be damned if he sets me up randomly to babysit his lazy ass King/Husband (I don't make the rules). But oh well we're fucking here, would of been nice if you, idk just asked me, Beleth 💀

So we get some lore about how Niflheim's palace works! We were told that it was militaristic, cutthroat and what not. Turns out it's ran like a huge office, everyone pushing paperwork, moving around boxes, they even have departments and they have to get Belphie's approval of things.

It has me wondering honestly why they're so busy? Like in each country I've noticed there's paperwork to file or sign and I'm just like please don't let Hell be like this if it exists because I'd cry like wtf I died to leave this shit on Earth not relive it again??? lol

But what I really noticed is that Niflheim has these cute demon cats similar to Harumon running around and earning their keep. I wish my cats could get a job and help with these bills they rack up.

there goes my baby......

AHEM

I mean...hi, hello here to work part-time because I can't be bothered to work full-time because idk unless you want me to work full-time where I'm your secretary 😏😏😏

So after Belphie pretty much half-assed explained where the breakroom and offices are in the palace, here's Vassago! Though he seems like he's pretty chill, I can sense he's actually annoyed that he has to monitor MC and "train" them. It reminds me of starting a new job and the mentor they set you up with is either overly excited or basically acts as if they don't want to be there. Or you get that rare one who's happy as fuck to mentor you because that means they don't have to do what they were normally doing.

Also, it seems that tension between Agares/Vassago and the Niflheim crew is evident. He respects Beleth and Belphegor's titles but when it comes to loyalty it's always gonna be to Agares.

FOR NOW THO

And during this little interaction, Belphie gets tired of them talking so much so he pretty much yeets MC's clothes off. No one cares though because they're too busy working.

Here is the first instance of Belphie not caring about MC's feelings or comfort. I imagine most folks would not just wanna be striped naked in a epicenter of busy office workers. All because....we were talking too much? 😭 P L E A S E

I won't lie though, separating myself from MC-

if that man wanted to shut me up, this is way to do it 💀

Vassago tellin' it like it is. "Ain't nobody said nothin' 'bout y'all bein' treated like guests" had me cackling because he basically said "Bitch you thought...."

Vassago got the time. Don't mess with him.

So now we're back to MC being naked, and ofc they hate it so they ask for clothes. The only thing available to fit them is a maid uniform (I'll showcase both fits for fem and masc mc in another post) because that's what Belphie likes.

freak

I know somethin' else that will fit real nice too, *sips tea*

with his smug ass lookin' face.

And it's funnier because if you remember in Levi's maid card...he's the one that gave him the maid hentai book in the first place so we already know why he likes that maid outfit....

also....notice how no one else has to wear it?

this is on purposssseeeeeeeeeeee

And now we get to the part where Belphie leans on MC asking for them to carry him. I always wondered if we could carry him??? I imagine devils are way heavier and the gravity works differently in Hell, like maybe a lot of things are heavier than usual? Or maybe lighter? In this universe Hell seems to be in a completely different realm/planet than Earth instead of that "underground" theory.

With that being said, I'm pretty sure we're able to carry him, but he's still fucking heavy since the description says MC was five times slower than Vassago. And on top of that he's telling MC where to go...which is the least he can do considering they can't keep up with Vassago lol

I also like the little attitude he gets if you get mouthy with him. But the thing about it, is that once again MC yields to it 😭 like I wanna know what happens if you just dropped him on the floor 💀

Now we've made it to where MC has reached a dining room. Vassago in so little words said that MC was going to be feeding Belphie, and how to be a perfect subordinate. We even get a cameo from Agares, and Vassago immediately goes into servant mode showing MC how it's done.

And then-

I'm sorry y'all but I lost it when he started doing this....

First....feeding him, making sure his glass is full and then he pretty much starts fingering me during????? AND SAYS ITS WARM AND PERFECT TO TAKE A NAP BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS HELLO???

I fear I would crumble

A funny part though is that MC tried to protest, and Vassago was like don't you fucking dare >__> because he instructed them to only speak when spoken to lol

I'm enjoying Vassago rn because he really is that guy. Like don't make his job harder than it needs to be and he doesn't have to chide as much.

And this really shows when MC is told to strip naked and clean the stairs, no underwear either????

Vassago literally says that's MC's job as a maid, and Belphie was no help, basically only stating to take off their clothes and clean the stairs.

damn we strict here ain't we?

I'd like to pause and talk about MC's dynamic with Belphie real quick. Clearly, Belphie's way of interacting with MC is that they are simply just someone to clean, cater, and do what he says just like the rest of his subordinates around him. There's no special treatment, no favor, no anything. For once we get to see a different perspective of how Belphie treats them versus any one else. Satan, Mammon, Lucifer, not even Leviathan would make MC clean their palace naked. Asmo? Well...the only reason they'd be naked is...lol I believe Belphie is actually the only King that doesn't show MC any special bias. I mean even Beleth pretty much skiddadled the fuck outta there once it was clear that MC couldn't leave and he was officially on vacay. And I can understand exactly why....this is how things run in Niflheim and in the event the devils of this region were even thrilled to get a day off if Belphie won the contest. NOW compared to how he acted toward MC when he wins the contest versus now, could very much have to do with the circumstance, and tbh it could of happened before or after or this is a completely different timeline altogether. If y'all remember Beel's selfie card, he treated MC very poorly as if he had no idea who they were and even belittled them for a "lack of experience". Certainly though, that was probably a "clone" of his or it was the real Beel and he just hadn't met MC yet prior to.

Going back to Belphie's card though...and MC cleaning the stairs naked....we get another cameo....

DRE IN THE HOUSEEEEE

So yeah ofc he didn't care MC was there naked, he literally can't see them. But I'm pretty sure he's aware they are there on the stairs since he walked past them no problem.

I laughed here because MC's thigh sweat or pre-cum whatever the hell it was dripped on the floor and Dre was like 🤨🤨🤷‍♀️ and just left. He does NAWT careeeeee lmao

If we're being honest he probably smelled them too. But as per usual he's got his mind on other things. No time for whatever foolishness is goin' on here.

Also, to mention that MC says that they felt putting on the maid outfit rewired something in their brain to where even though they are embarrassedthey still wanted to do whatever Belphie ordered them to do.

imma be honest, for me it would be because i'm tryna get that dick so yeah i'll listen....he already stuck his fingers in the coochie so let's gooooooooooo

And Belphie does more shit that I like....because he play around too much.

-While getting him dressed, he had a hard on just out and about -MC was being told be focused and silent while serving tea and he just comes up and grabs them in their chest to get them to make a noise

LIEK STOP PLAYIN' WITH ME BRO I WILL LITERALLY just do nothing and let you do it I'm weak just please keep touching me.

Bathin was concerned about MC being there, and Gusion clocked MC's ass and was like "Yeah you like this shit don't you?"

He claims it's because there's always patterns he can read where can tell immediately if someone is "that type" that claims they hate something but they really like it.

he would have clocked me on a lot things then because damn

"Ha, caught yo ass." 💀💀💀💀💀💀

But then both he and Bathin realize quickly that this is all a roleplay to Belphie based off the maid hentai series he owns. So remember what I said earlier? Yup it's confirmed...he's really just doin' this shit on purpose to fulfill the fantasies of one of his favorite series.

It has me wondering.....how many other series he would play out and how many cosplay outfits he has for that playtime....

Belphie a freak and I like it.

Hol' up, how we get here???

Glad to tell y'all.

Vassago came up in the hallway, to much of Gusion and Bathin's distaste...and told MC the rules of putting Belphie to sleep. Bathin and Gusion in so little words told MC that Beleth is really the only one who can deal with Belphie's horrible sleeping habits and "good luck with that". At 10 pm exactly, everyone locked their doors in the entire palace.....

literally me if I were MC because what the hell is going on.....

So there is MC, taking out their notebook to write down what Belphie does in his sleep, only to then doze off because they're rightfully tired...and then bam there's Belphie jackin' it in front of them.

NOW ME y'all already know what time it would be.

locked in, mouth wide open, ready to serve customer service. *plays cupcakke songs in the background*

So our boy is a leaker, and for this part here, MC is basically sitting there in the dim light watching him stroke himself and he's like half-awake. The way that it's described that the room is hot, smells like him, and MC is sweating has me being like "damn probs humid as fuck in that room but aight"

And then...Belphie suddenly realizes that MC is in the room with him. And because of that now all hell has broke loose.

Okay well you ain't gotta ask me twice, I'll spread whatever hole I have available sir.

YESSIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

cumhole, cumslut, cumdumpster, whatever you need I'm available 24 hours for ya.

He even tells MC to swallow it....like????? he even threatened to get Vassago to come in if MC kept hesitating and I'm just imagining a pissed off Vassago coming in being like "Look bitch if you don't get this shit right, it's bad enough I have to come in here...." 💀💀💀💀

This was right after he said he would make sure MC had something to put down in that journal.......

He starts pushing MC outside the room, in his half-dazed state....which I'm like wait this is like a sleepwalking wet dream omg or....a play on sonophilia where you're fucking but still asleep. (which I've written beforeeeeeee with Amon! and for a different fandom, Nanami actually from JJK)

But anyways, we get some lore with how Belphie usually is at night time. He wanders around the halls of the palace ranting like he's drunk, or thinking there's an angel going around, just basically causing trouble and everyone locks themselves up during his bad sleep habits. I imagine he does this every goddamn night so that's why everyone is shut in their offices at 10pm.

Gusion is concerned about working overtime and getting off early, Bathin is planning to use Harumon to move MC somewhere else if it gets bad, and then there's Vassago.....thinking about how he's going to give Agares ripe oranges in the morning😭

Bless him.

MC asked how far they were going, Belphie stops and starts making out with them....love me a man who doesn't care that his spunk is all in your mouth and tongues you down like he did.

f u c k

Now this is him suckin' on some titties....and I'm just like MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE HIM AN EATER RIGHT NOW LIKE???? MOVE YA HEAD LOWER???????

He'd be such a lazy ass with eating you out or giving head but at least he'd do it because he's half asleep and horny as fuck.

Tellin' MC they can't clean right, they can't smile right or doing anything correct but got them bent over and losing their mind.

these backshots about to go crazy

And like??? I'm not even mad at how he's doing this....dude has a warped idea of what a maid is based on his favorite series and he's playing that out foreal.

And here, his philia came into play. He says that MC tryin' hard to work givin' it their all and going above and beyond turns him on more than anything else in the world. And I'm just like oh....so that's what this is like...

ooooo weeeee

Yes'm. I know, lemme show youuuuuuuuu 💖💕🥴🥴😌

he's so hot I can't stand him y'all

I levitated.....

this was after MC begging him to put his dick in, and him asking why they were begging....and hfuankjxnf,ajnxfkanlf

DAMN HIM

HELP

And then he told MC to stable themselves cause they were movin' too much. After, MC grounds themselves and he starts fucking them FASTER and deeper

Like.....

He even starts smackin' their ass and telling them to talk cause he likes it, but he wouldn't be listening. (shit, like I'll ramble and moan all day if he's drillin' how he was...)

And BITCH

he told them to stop ordering him around, pulled that thang out said that HE was the master and slipped it right back in. WHEN I TELL YOU SOMETHIN'

that shit was hot as fuck and I need him

GAWD THAT FUCKING FACE FUCK

AND he was that focused and thrusting with effort? PHEW I just know those backshots were astronomical

After that he has MC fuck themselves on him...and then when MC was losing themselves he started smacking their ass again, going faster, and when I tell you he rode that orgasm out to the end of time?

he wore himself and mc out

I'm tellin' y'all I needed a cigarette, I need a drink, I needed an edible SOMETHING after reading that because phew.

I don't really bother to self-insert in most otomes and stories, but during this spice? I had to and it was an experience.

Now going to the climaxxxx

Belphie is all cute bein' like "carry me darlin'" and just falls asleep on top of MC and MC just falls asleep naked on the floor with him. They end up in Belphie's room in his bed and Beleth is there just smilin' and shit.

He explains that he knows Belphie's sleep schedule right down to the days and that last night happened to be one of his "relief" nights meaning that he has a cycle. And usually Beleth just knocks him out, which sounds like he punches him?

Now, I've noticed here that PB doesn't really do the whole "confirming cxc content" but I'm gonna go a whim and assume that Beleth does in fact fuck Belphegor sometimes during these relief nights. Beleth also has special conditions when it comes to sex so the punching Belphie to sleep method also makes sense.

Then, Belphie does a cute thing and pulls MC in like a pillow and says he knows they aren't a pillow because none of them are as nice as MC's body so there was no need to explain nothin' to him.

He's super adorable when he's not being a little shit, huh?

AND THAT'S THE END FOLKS!

Overall Score (unbiased): 9.5/10!

This score is because the smut writing really has gotten a little better since the beginning of this game. Now others will have different opinions on this, but I at least noticed some improvements on that front. Also, because I just didn't really care for MC having to be run ragged like they were and Beleth just yeeting them to the void like that. But oh well, it just shows that not every devil or fallen angel we meet is gonna be biased to treating MC a certain way and that within itself is refreshing.

Now when it comes to self-insert purposes, I suspect that the majority would not like like Belphie treats MC at all. This is understandable, but this is also part of his character that I like. Pretty much everyone is on the same level to him in terms of usefulness and that's that. You gotta work hard to earn his favor, and clearly that seems to work out toward the end when he's snuggling up to MC like he is.

Also when you think about it, a niche roleplay based off your fave series can only be used with someone you particularly like, which means he felt that MC would fit this role instead of one of his subordinates, and he puts MC on the same level as Beleth because I'm very certain he has Beleth do some cosplay shit with him.

Plus Beleth would look bangin' in a maid costume.

Now if y'all want my BIASED opinion, this card is 100+/10 because I liked Belphie doing his weird shit during the maid thing, him barking orders that were half-assed or sometimes direct, and then the fingering under the table thing....

i'm sorry that just does something to me.

plus...all of this...the theme and the superiority thing reminds me of Sukuna from JJK and he would definitely humiliate you too just like this for amusement.....and idk I'm a Sukuna stan so...😩

The next post will be about his likability chats, a link to peek at his adore mode, and I'll be talking about his date story! So stay tuned. Again thank y'all for any interactions, reading my rambles and summaries and I hope you enjoyed his card like I did ^^ -yourlovelyadmin Jaze(✿◡‿◡)