#how much i hid away because of the stuff going on that made me not want to be in fandom

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thing just ain't fittin'

captain john price

cw: pwp/smut, younger!reader (legal aged), size kink, shy!reader, female reader, finger-fucking, brief oral sex (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, breeding kink

bunny: *leaves this and goes running for the hills*

a sight to behold.

lips touched lips.

price was a maniac for your affection. and how much he wanted to cram every last inch into your sweet cunt. he wondered if it would fit, at almost eight inches he knew that it was hard to stuff it all in his pants. so to get it to fit into your tight heat was going to be another challenge.

so price had you on your back, you clung to a pillow on your chest as you moaned into it. you hid your face because you were just so shy. his lips were up against your neck as he finger-fucked you.

his facial hair brushed against your skin that felt like a live wire was being run across it. he could feel your quick pulse under his lips as he continued to attempt to loosen your cunt for his heavy cock.

when he got undressed and revealed his hard on to you, your eyes went wide and you gulped. you thought you knew what "almost eight inches" looked like, until it was pressed up against your face, your nose dipped into his dark pubic hair.

it wasn't fittin'.

so he laid you back on the bed and played with your sweet sex until you were soaked. he wanted to make sure that when he sank into your pussy, it felt good.

"that's my good girl." he purred, his cock stood at full attention.

"john." you croaked.

he chuckled, "don't worry, love. let me take care of ya. my sweet girl." he kissed at the shell of your ear, "so good for me. you like when i play with you like this." he tugged on it a little with his teeth, "tell me, love. how much do you like it?"

you clung to the pillow tighter and whimpered, it felt like you were being taken apart piece by piece. your wetness clung to your inner thighs. you replied, "it feels so good, john."

he calloused thumb grazed your clit and you jolted up. but he was quickly and kept your pinned to the bed by his forearm against your chest, "down girl." he chuckled.

the sounds of your wetness paired with your sweet moans filled your bedroom. your toes curled and you hole fluttered around his digits. you didn't even need to say in words how good it all felt. your brain was currently being melted by his touches.

and it wasn't even the main event yet.

"please, john. I think i'm ready!" you whined.

your older boyfriend chuckled, "i'm not takin' ya to the hospital because i was too big for my so much smaller girl." he pulled away to look at you. to monitor your expressions as he moved his fingers faster.

you tensed up as you hid your face once more. but he wasn't letting you hide for much longer. he pulled your head away from the pillow and held you hair as he examined your face. his pace was brutal.

"john! ah! fuck!" you whined.

he kissed your flushed cheek and said, "good girl. come around my fingers. i want to make sure you're as wet as you can get, love. i want to fit like a glove in you."

you replied, "maybe if you weren't so big we wouldn't have this problem."

he grabbed you by the face and turned you to face him. his expression seemed hard for a moment as he said, "you won't be complainin' once it's buried in ya."

his dominating demeanor was enough to make you orgasm. you clutched onto the pillow and came around his thick fingers. you swore you saw stars as you hit your peak.

price was pleased with himself as he pulled his fingers out of you, they glistened in the soft light of your bedroom. curiosity got the best of him as he licked your wetness off of his fingers. the sight of it in your heightened euphoria made your cheeks burn.

"only the best." he purred he licked his top lip before he got himself between your legs. his movements were slow but precise, like he had been practicing in his mind how to get himself to fit in you. he grabbed you by the thighs and had his face between your legs.

he shuddered when he got to taste you wet pussy. the slick clung to your lips as he gave them a gentle lick. his cock was painfully hard, if he didn't get into you soon he was going to finish all over the sheets.

and why would he do that? not when he has the most perfect, soaked pussy to fill up.

he panted as he took small breaks to catch his breathing. your wetness is in his facial hair. those blue eyes looked up from where he was before he dove back in.

"please, ah! john!" you whined.

he was certain you were overwhelmed with pleasure. he gave the top of your pussy a kiss, right over you cervix. he smiled as he kissed your soft skin. kisses mark the spot.

the spot he was going to finish on.

he wiped his mouth, he knew he'd have to wash his face afterwards. the taste of you lingered on him as he got between your legs and rested on his heels. his cock stood proud.

your brain was to riddled with pleasure that his cock looked a little less intimidating.

a big cock for a big man in charge.

while he didn't make you feel small in a bad way, sometimes the sheer size him had you feeling like a little delicate creature. it didn't help that almost an hour since you entered the bedroom, he was only now fucking you.

he grabbed the pillow from you and put it under your hips for leverage. he admired your sweaty body as his cock pushed into your pussy. the feeling of your tight cunt almost knocked the wind out of him.

you covered your face as you moaned. you felt so embarrassed by how good it felt. you couldn't believe it was all fitting in there.

"holy shit, love." he groaned. it came from the depths of his soul. he felt the sparks go off in his head as he managed to get inch after inch into you. eventually his heavy fuzzy balls were rubbing against you.

he had fit it all in you.

he placed a hand on your middle and rubbed it. his wishful thinking had him wondering if he could feel it in you. the heavy weight of his cock inside of his sweet girl's even sweeter pussy.

your cheeks burned, the room felt hot. but most of all you felt full. you were thankful that he was close to eight inches and not close to nine. you weren't certain there was enough space.

but you also knew that price would make it fit.

your older, more physically imposing boyfriend started to move his hips. your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the nudge of his length against where your pussy ended. it felt like it was past your uterus and was now just in your stomach.

"so small." he chuckled, his cheeks were stained pink, "but still you are such a good girl for me. i thought i was only gettin' the tip in. but i now know that your sweet little cunny can fit all of me."

you whimpered. while the pace wasn't particularly fast, every movements made shivers run through your body. you could feel it from your toes to the tip of your nose.

price admired you though. he watched as you squirmed to accommodate his movements. a thrill of possessiveness ran up his spine at the thought of how his cock could fit in you.

not that co-worker he hated, or the guy who bagged your groceries. or even the guy who cashed your pay stubs. only him, john price.

his pace began to pick up as he felt the pleasure cross up his spine. he wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned in to kiss you. he planted both hands on either side of your head as he thrusted into you.

your body moved against the bed and you held onto the covers under you. you moaned and whimpered against his kiss. it was music to his ears and it made him ache for more.

his good girl, who made him all fit inside of her. weren't you just the most perfect girl he could ever ask for. he only parted the kiss for a moment before he went in for another.

his cock felt so heavy. your hole fluttered around it, it was euphoria as he continued to move. the pleasure was filling both of your heads with heavy heat. his chest was soon pressed against yours as he held your thighs up to get as deep as he could get.

you panted heavily between moans. you tried to meet his pace without thinking. your eyes were hazy. the pleasure was intense, you let you boyfriend take control however he saw fit.

"my girl."

"yes."

you were the first to climax. the pleasure built up in your gut once more and you clenched around him as you let out a high pitched noise from the intensity of the climax.

price held you legs open further as he continued to thrust into you. your wetness costed all the way to his balls by the time he was giving his last few thrusts.

"good girl." he groaned, "lettin' me fill her up." then held onto your thighs as he finished in you.

for a moment you wondered if you took your birth control today. but in all honesty, it was a little too late for that. price was certainly not firing blanks.

his cock didn't grow soft after he finished. instead it fueled a new fire in him. now that he knew he could fit inside of you, how many loads would it take to fill you to the brim.

your brain was blank as he moved you to the next position.

by the end of the night, you were covered in sweat and your middle was a little firmer from the amount of captain john price's seed was inside of you.

even if you tried to get plan b in the morning, there wasn't enough of it in the world to protect you from the sheer amount of cum there was inside of you.

oops. <3

[weneeya]

shy shy shy m.list | rules

pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. bokuto, kuroo, akaashi, kageyama

note. HAIKYUU IS SO BACK omg you can't imagine how happy i am to know that i'm going to see my boys on screen for more time!! ofc i had to write with them to celebrate <3 please request with haikyuu more and keep going for much longer!

Bokuto

Having a crush on someone as shining as Bokuto was difficult, you had to admit it. It was none of his fault, of course ; you couldn’t blame him for being such an extrovert. It was almost like a joke to have someone as introverted as you wanting to stand by his side. But how could it be different? Everything about Bokuto was absolutely amazing. 

The real problem was how oblivious the boy was. You weren’t the best at sending signals, that was for sure, but Bokuto didn’t understand any of them, not even the most obvious ones. You were starting to think that there was no way this could work ; but you would never be able to admit anything out loud, while looking right into his eyes. 

You were both walking together to the gymnasium after your class. He was as excited as ever, claiming that he couldn’t wait to show you the new tricks he learnt so you would see how great of a player he was. Your eyes were never leaving his face ; it was like you weren’t able to look away even if you wanted to. Something about him was simply dragging you in. 

Until Bokuto noticed when he turned his head to take a look at you. He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows a little. “Something’s wrong?” He asked bluntly, and you swore you could feel your heart about to explode in your chest. Your face began to burn almost immediately as you looked away, stuttering a few unintelligible words. 

You had stopped in your path, and so he did a few steps ahead of you. He crossed his arms on your chest, apparently understanding your few words about being sorry or anything. “You’re great y’know. You shouldn’t look down on yourself like this.” 

It was always like this with him. Either he was the most oblivious guy on Earth, or he was saying the right words way too easily, like it was nothing for him. You looked up at him, nodding slightly with the hint of a smile, which made Bokuto’s smile come back wider than before. “It’s better! Come watch me play now!” 

And he walked back to the gym with his prideful smile while you were almost melting behind him. You didn’t know if you’d be able to confess to him one day, but if something was sure, it was that Bokuto Koutarou would be the death of you. 

Kuroo

You were well aware of how much Kuroo loved to tease you. It seemed to be his favorite game since the two of you grew closer. The thing was that you were the most introverted person he ever met, and his best friend was Kenma. It wasn’t exactly that you were introverted, but you really were so shy. It made your reactions to his teasing so adorable, he couldn’t help himself. 

It didn’t annoy you, but you knew sometimes it made you hesitate about doing some things. You were always hesitant about initiating stuff, but knowing he would tease you made you doubt a bit more. It wasn’t his fault, it simply was your brain torturing yourself. You knew that he would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. 

You were sitting in the gym while he was training with his team, waiting for him to finish. A small notebook on your knees, your eyes were focused on his movements and how good he looked while playing. It was probably the moments you saw him being the most serious and focused. 

You quickly grabbed a pen in your bag and, maybe a bit too naturally, you began to sketch some small doodles of Kuroo playing volleyball. You were so absorbed by what you were doing that you didn’t notice the team taking a break and Kuroo walking to you. 

He glanced above your shoulder, a grin appearing on his lips. “Am I looking this good?” He asked, and you jumped slightly because of the surprise. You quickly hid your notebook, turning around to look at him with your face all red. Of course, he had to see you doing this. You wanted to disappear in a hole and never appear again. 

He chuckled a bit, taking a sip of water from his bottle. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was flattered that you were taking him as a model for your drawings. With how shy you were, he was sometimes wondering about how you felt about him. Yes, he was scared you might ending up disliking him because of his teasing or else. 

He quickly pushed away those thoughts when he saw your cute expression while you were trying to explain yourself while stuttering, which made him grin a bit more. He pinched your cheek, back to teasing you while you trying to push him away while getting redder each second. Teasing you really was his favorite game.

Akaashi

Holding hands shouldn’t be so complicated, you thought to yourself. You always had troubles initiating physical touch, yes, but a simple hold shouldn’t wake you up at night thinking about it. Akaashi was a sweet guy, but you couldn’t help being scared about how he could react if you decided to hold his hand in public. Right, you were together, like in a relationship, but still! What if he didn’t want you to? You wouldn’t be able to look at yourself again if you got brushed off like this. 

It was a calm afternoon and you were walking in a peaceful street with Akaashi, simply enjoying the sun and having a small walk. He wanted to go to the library, and you didn’t refuse when he asked you to come with him. But now, all your mind could think about was how you wanted to hold his hand without being able to do anything. 

You were side by side, your eyes drifting down to his fingers from time to time as the idea stayed in your mind. In a burst of courage, your fingers slightly brushed his knuckles in a failed attempt before you moved them away without grabbing his hand. Except that your fingers didn’t have the time to run away, being caught back by Akaashi’s hand. 

He looked at you with a light smile, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. You felt the tip of your ears burning a little when you met his gaze, but a soft smile quickly appeared on your lips. It didn’t need any words, because Akaashi could read you like an open book and you knew his eyes well enough to understand anything without a word. 

Perhaps holding hands wasn’t so hard in the end.

Kageyama

He was bad at reading people. He never really learnt, and no matter how hard he was trying, he always ended up having some trouble understanding reactions. It was getting better, thanks to his team ; but when it came to you, Kageyama was completely lost. Sometimes he wondered if you weren’t hating him, because he swore you were avoiding him. 

The reality was that you were awfully intimidated by him, and you were scared about what your heart was telling you each time you met his eyes. He didn’t seem to be someone really mean, but he really seemed difficult to approach. At least, for someone as afraid of people as you, it seemed impossible. 

But Kageyama liked you. He knew it, he talked about it with his senpais and they all told him that it was this. So why were you running away every time he tried to talk to you alone? It was a bit frustrating, he had to admit it. 

You knew it wasn’t a solution, but what were you supposed to do? Face your feelings? No way. Except that he didn’t give you the choice. One afternoon, while you were walking to the gymnasium to give something to Hinata, you got stopped by Kageyama with his usual neutral almost mean natural face. 

“Do you hate me?” His words came out quickly, before you had the chance to leave, and they surprised you. You opened your eyes wide, shaking your head. “What? No!” You replied, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Then why are you avoiding me?” Oh. You couldn’t escape it this time. 

You tried to align a few words, stuttering something about how you felt, how worried it made you. Kageyama didn’t understand everything, but he got the main idea : you were afraid about how he was feeling. Fine, he just had to be honest then. If it meant you would stop avoiding him, it was good. 

“I like you too, so don’t avoid me,” he said and you simply looked into his eyes with your lips parted. Your face burned red, and the second after you were hiding it with your hands, saying he was an idiot. Did he do something wrong? Kageyama wasn’t sure, but at least, you were answering him now. He was happy.

thanks for reading <3

[traiaadd156]

Oblivious!reader and yan!Damian wayne al ghul.

Interesting point but these are for all my voters💗 enjoy!🎂

Warnings!; violence, blood, reader being a lil dumb, highschool au, damian being manipulative over stupid stuff, reader being drunk and falling onto the floor.

Oblivious!reader, literally damian showing up covered in blood in his robin costume in Halloween. "Wow damian, I never knew you were into this type of thing, cool costume by the way!"

Damian was about to confess, how he will die and kill for you showing up randomally in your room when you were done changing, maybe its best to keep you in the dark about this.. "uhh yeah, I made it myself."

"no way that's so cool!" Well your costume just got diy'd so it wasn't as realistic as his, but you didn't even question the blood since in your head halloween was supposed to be scary and that blood definitely suits him.

Smiling rather dopily hand in hand with him as you both went to the school party, you were gushing about how excited you were to take pictures in the photo booth with him and going to your house for a sleepover.

Damian hid his nature well, and his coldness around your parents which made him welcomed there without them even batting an eye.

Oblivious!reader was just happy she got to spend time with her boyfriend, I could see her accidentally getting drunk because the punch was laced with some alcohol and she had bumped into someone causing her to fall face first into the floor accidentally breaking her nose.

Damian having to leave with you rather early because of it(though he probably didnt enjoy it as much as you because you were stuck to your friends by the hip which he somewhat hates.)

"your so careless, and dont touch your nose your just going to irritate it." He scolded whilst dragging you back home since you kept stumbling.

"hey! Dont blame me— blame the guy who laced the punch you pussay boy!!" You exclaimed making him huff, he did blame the person who did it by breaking his nose too and pushing him in the pool. But he was more annoyed that he was now stuck with this annoying blabbering girlfriend of his. "Seriously you need to find more creative insults than 'pussy boy' beloved."

He huffed, well he is hoping the plans to get your parents out of the house works.

Oblivious!reader staring at him for a good amount of time whilst damian was showering with reader, something they did often when she ever got clingy like this. "Stop staring, pervert." He couldnt help but quip, but her eyes didnt move away. Sure he liked your attention, he liked the way his appearance makes you feel but he also couldnt help wonder why. "Why do you have a new scar?" Huffing in a worried pout, it was a new scar. Much newer than the other faded white ones he had, he already had an answer since he knew you'd ask. "Nothing, just got into a bit of a fight over something dumb." He answered whilst rinsing off the blood staining his skin, relishing on the cool water against hid terse skin. "Did you win?" Soon asking after a good silence in two seconds. "Of course I do, I always get what I want."

"your so cocky sometimes."

"damn right I am."

Oblivious!reader literally just in her house sleeping, mind you it's in the middle of the night and damian as robin breaking into her room while asleep.

He just snuggled up after changing into her clothes. You didnt even think of anything as he just lay beside you, wrapping your arm around him and the best part was you didnt even wake up.

And even tomorrow you just thought he had crashed by and you just forgot about it.

It was a rather small blurb since Im rushing this in the bathroom 😭#functionalwriter.

[caitlynshousewife]

I NEED YOU

wc: 2.7k

smut!!

a/n: hey guys thank you so much for the support on my other fic!! feel free to request stuff in my asks as well, and once again not proofread so I apologize in advance for mistakes!!

A loud sigh emitted.

Caitlyn stares at her phone blankly, reading her wife’s texts. She shouldn’t be feeling like this.. like the love of her life was annoying. That wasn’t how marriage worked, but day by day she found herself yearning for more. Her wife just wasn’t making her as happy as she wanted to be. Her mind flooded with thoughts of you, and how you made her laugh more than anyone else had. How you were so pretty. How you-

She was jolted out of her daze when she heard her door click open and oh. You. Her lovely assistant. She quickly put her phone away and cleared her throat. Was her hair okay? Was her uniform disheveled? Goodness, she didn’t even have the chance to check. She’d rather be stabbed than look unprofessional in front of anyone. Especially you.

“Good evening.”

She spoke, offering you a tired smile. Nothing warm lied beneath it though and you were quick to notice. She had been down lately and you had avoided asking because although you were nosy, it was certainly none of your business.

Today would be different. It was a small change, but you could see the bags under her eyes and the exhaustion in her shoulders. Her upright stance seemed almost forced today. Those were all things she usually hid quite well.. so something must’ve gone on. Without thinking, you spoke.

“What’s the matter?”

You blurted out, yet to no avail. Caitlyn was very quiet about her personal life so you just got a flimsy excuse. You knew better. She wasn’t ‘tired’. Though you also knew better than continually asking, so you reluctantly let it go and began doing tasks.

Caitlyn’s eyes were on you like a hawk, watching your every move, your every breath from the moment you stepped into the office till the moment you were clocked out for the night. You were ravishing in her eyes. She had been admiring you silently, yet you didn’t seem to pick up the hints. Maybe it was better that way. She watched silently as you walked towards the door.. until something fell out of your purse.

“You dropped that.”

She spoke gently, nodding in gesture to your wallet that fell onto the ground. She watched as you bent over and picked it up, eyes roaming shamelessly. Paperwork. Focus on your paperwork. She gulped and exhaled shakily, pen darting down a whole lot of nothing as she pretended to work.

As she pretended like her cock didn’t throb at the sight of you bent over.

Once you left she adjusted her tie and exhaled once more, but much slower. The paperwork in front of her was long forgotten as she rested her head in her hands. Guilt began to rid her mind like a flood, thinking about the life she had built with her lover and how she was looking at another woman and getting a boner.

She was interrupted when her cock throbbed once more.

Shit, she couldn’t go on like this. She needed relief. She was quick to clock out and head home, being met with the sight of her wife. Not what she wanted.. but what else could she do? She was already trapped the moment her wife saw her boner. She forced a smile, watching her wife walk towards her seductively.

“All that for me?”

She spoke, her voice a velvet purr as her arms wrapped around Caitlyn’s neck.

“Yeah, I was thinking about you all day.”

Caitlyn spoke lowly. She didn’t get the chance to do much else before her and her wife were kissing. The kissing got more and more heated as the seconds went on, and eventually items were being knocked over and clothes were flying. Her wife’s back hit the bedsheets, hair sprawled around her like a halo.

Caitlyn loomed over her and took a moment to think. She still felt guilty.. but that was all pushed aside once she began fucking into her wife, her walls clenched around her cock. Caitlyn’s cock slid in and out of her wife's entrance, head lolled back and jaw hung open as she imagined it was you. She was loud too.

Groans and moans escaped her lips as she gripped the headboard, the guilt from before long forgotten.. or so she thought. It wasn’t the best idea to think of you while fucking someone else, because before she even realized.. your name escaped her lips.

She froze, staring down at her wife in horror.

“Uh.. wait, baby-”

Before she could even finish her sentence, her wife had pushed her away and bombarded her with questions while getting dressed. There was a lot of ‘who is she?’ and ‘are you cheating on me’. Rightfully so, yet Caitlyn’s heart dropped either way.

“Baby, wait, I can explain-”

She tried to retort as she clumsily got her boxers back on. She stumbled towards her wife with her hands out in a grasping motion.. only to be met with the door slammed in her face. She collapsed against the door, her whole body rested against it and her eyes squeezed shut in regret.

…

Today was even worse than yesterday. Caitlyn looked like she hadn’t got an ounce of sleep. Or maybe she got too much sleep. Her eyes were almost bloodshot with fatigue as her chin rested on her palm. You were worried now. Like.. really worried. This wasn't normal behavior for Caitlyn and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Caitlyn, you know you talk to me, right? I know-”

You started, but instantly got cut off by her snapping at you.

“I told you yesterday that I was fine, didn’t I?. Go start your shift.”

Her voice was low and authoritative, her icy eyes staring daggers into yours. She didn’t mean to snap at you.. of course not. But she did. She fucked up once again. She was just so overwhelmed with emotions and they poured out of her at the wrong moment. And what had she done? She had hurt you in the process.

Right before you were about to walk out she nearly skedaddled. She was up in a heartbeat, hand wrapping around your wrist. She was panting as her eyes were locked with yours, the room growing with tension.

“I’m sorry. That was unprofessional of me, and you didn’t deserve that. I could’ve found any other way to say it but instead I decided to be an ass.. I’m sorry. I know you just want to make sure I'm okay.. It’s just a lot right now.”

She whispered, eyes softened and pleading as she looked down at you. It was heartbreaking how much emotion was held in them, and you decided to forgive her. She’d never felt more relief.

“It’s my wife.. I.. I messed up and she left without a word.”

She continued whispering as if it wasn’t only you two in the room.

“Well I'm here if you need anything, okay? Always. I’m not just your assistant. I’m way more than that and I want to be able to help you out when you are feeling blue.”

You reassured, leaning in and wrapping your arms around her. Caitlyn melted like butter into your arms. It was everything she needed right now, and she would be forever grateful for this. For you. Once the embrace had ended, she watched you walk off with a smile on her face. All of her problems were forgotten about when you were in her presence.

She hadn’t seen you the rest of the day after that, because being a CEO means that sometimes you have to go to other companies for discussions and future plans. She had just missed you clocking out when she did end up returning to the building. It left her disappointed, but nonetheless she packed up and headed home.

The house was empty.

She sighed and laid down, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to process everything that had happened in the past two days. How everything had gone wrong and how much of an idiot she was for liking another woman while married. As her thoughts slowly drifted to you, she began thinking more and more about the interactions between you two.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the hug. The way your body felt against hers, the way you smelled, the way you were always so gentle towards her.. she felt a familiar squeeze in her pants. Not to mention the way the room felt when her eyes were locked with yours, the certain tension. It wouldn’t escape her mind.

She grabbed her phone and stared at her contacts, specifically yours. No. She shouldn’t do this. It crossed the line of professionalism, which she held dear to her character. She stared, and stared, and stared. It was 5 whole minutes of contemplating whether she should risk her career, before..

ring.. ring.. ring..

It echoed throughout your room, and you were surprised to see Caitlyn was calling. She usually never did, so this had to be important. There must’ve been a new rule placed at the CEO meeting she had been at, and she was calling to let you know. You picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

Your voice rang, and there was silence on the other line. You could hear her breathing, so you tried again.

“Caitlyn, can you he-”

Your eyes widened.

“I need you. I can’t sit here and pretend like I don't want you. Not anymore. Please, can I come over? Please.”

Was the first thing you heard when she finally decided to break her silence and speak to you. She was babbling like an idiot, her voice quivering and choked up. Your initial reaction was shock, but hearing how desperate she was.. It turned into something dangerous.

Now realistically you both knew this wasn’t right. You should’ve hung up the phone right there and never spoken about it again. But did you? Of course you didn’t, because who would pass up a chance with Piltover’s finest?

Certainly not you.

“Yeah? You need me?”

You cooed, voice teasing. She sobbed into the phone at your teasing tone, words more desperate than before.

“Please. Please, please, I need you so fucking bad. Please.”

She pleaded, and when her voice cracked.. so did your restraint.

“Come over.”

You almost didn’t even get to finish your sentence before there was a sound of the caller on the other line hanging up. You knew she was coming. You inhaled shakily and made your way to your bathroom, getting pretty for her. You fluffed up your hair, left a few of the buttons on your shirt unbuttoned to purposely show off your cleavage, and switched into booty shorts.

It was around 10 minutes later when you heard the knock on your door. You took your time walking over since you knew she was waiting impatiently.

You invited her in, yet the moment the door clicked shut.. she didn’t waste a second.

She pounced onto you and shoved you against the wall, her lips finding yours sloppily. She was groping and grabbing you everywhere. The buttons on your shirt hung on for dear life from her pure hunger.. but they unfortunately didn’t last long. Besides the sound of you two making out, the clattering of buttons from your shirt hitting the floor rang loud throughout the room.

Her hands were quick to tear your shirt down your shoulders and unclasp your bra before she finally pulled back to catch her breath.

She took a good look at you, stars practically floating in her eyes.

“You’re beautiful. Just like I imagined.”

She whispered breathlessly, her face contorting in pleasure as her cock twitched in her pants.

“Cmon.”

You purred, leading her upstairs to your bedroom.

She took her clothes off and pushed you back against the bed. She climbed on top of you, her lips finding your neck and hands grabbing your boobs. After she had, once again, damn near ripped your clothing in half when taking it off of your body, her fingers rubbed between your folds and you were soaked.

She toyed with your clit, watching your face as you squirmed underneath her fingers. Your back arched, and the sight was beautiful to her. What was more beautiful to her was how your expression looked, though. Your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, and jaw slack. Her breathing was shaky as she stroked herself a bit.

She was in a daze until she heard a gentle mewl, a sign that you wanted her to stop teasing and finally get on with it. She couldn’t blame you. Not at all. She aligned her tip and slowly pressed in, groaning lowly.

She started off slow, forehead resting against yours and eyes open as she watched your expression. As much as she wanted this, she didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. She held your hand and waited for the squeeze. Once she felt it, she picked up her pace. Her head fell onto your shoulder, pathetic whines and moans leaving her.

Her hands gripped at the pillowcase on the side of your head as she felt your nails clawing at her back, her hips angled to hit your g spot. It was perfect.. until she suddenly stopped. She manhandled you so that your face was down and your ass was up, her hand pressing flat down against the space between your shoulders to keep your face buried in the pillow.

“Sound so good for me”

She growled, hands moving to grip your hips as she pounded into you from behind. When she felt you clenching around her mixed with your mewls and cries, her eyes rolled back. It was comical how close she already was, considering the fact that it’d take her wife about 3x longer to get her to this point.

She leaned down and wrapped her hand around your throat, tugging you upwards so her breasts were pressed against your back. The new angle had you seeing heaven, Caitlyn’s grunts and growls right next to your ear.

“Fuck, fuck, i’m gonna cum, ohmygod-”

She spoke shakily, before a symphony of moans could be heard throughout the room as you both came. Her seed filled your insides as she panted heavily, before collapsing beside you. It was a few moments that you both took. You then forced yourself upwards, Caitlyn’s eyes widening in confusion.

What were you-

Oh.

She felt your hand wrap around her cock and exhaled shakily, her hands holding your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. When she felt your lips wrap around her tip she mewled, eyes squeezing shut. She had to physically hold herself back from bucking into your mouth and instead just let you take it inch by inch.

She felt your tongue swirl and keened, hands gripping the sheets and head falling back. As you bobbed your head and gagged once it hit the back of your throat, she moaned loudly and lost all restraint. Her hips began bucking, her cock hitting the back of your throat as she fucked into you.

With each thrust she felt like she got closer and closer to heaven, feeling your tongue and lips wrapped around her cock after all these months of yearning. She paused to give you a break, crying out as you stroked her cock. She felt a familiar coil within her, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold it back.

“Tongue out.”

She ordered, but didn’t sound nearly as dominant as she wanted. Instead she sounded shaky and desperate. Once she saw your doe eyes looking up at her with your tongue out, the coil in her snapped. Her grunts turned into pathetic whines as ropes of her cum dribbled down your throat and onto your chin.

She used a nearby article of clothing to wipe your face off, before leaving to go put it in the washer. She caught herself smiling when she came back in your room to you wrapped up in your sheets. She laid down next to you and took a moment to catch her breath. Once she finally did so, she rolled towards you, her arms wrapping around you.

“Thank you for this.”

She whispered, mouth by your ear. Her hand found your hair, eyes shutting as her fingers raked gently through it.

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a/n 2: apologies if i did terrible on the blowjob part guys 😭 i'm a gay woman and i've never had experience with a man SO IM SORRY IF ITS CHOPPY ASF GN. i tried to make it short and js get straight into throatfucking. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED! and again feel free to send in requests or asks!!

[sweetromanova]

Off The Record🖤

Natasha Romanoff x Criminal Defense Lawyer!Original Female Character

Summary: She’s built a career on keeping secrets and defending the worst with nothing to lose. That changed when Natasha Romanoff showed up on the other side of the courtroom.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, psychological manipulation, implied child abuse and trauma, emotional abuse, mentions of torture, human and sex trafficking, war crimes and murder, implied coercion, legal corruption, gun violence, secondary character deaths, power imbalance, blood and injury depiction

Chapters: Two,

A/N: i tried in so many different ways to write this as reader/second person point of view but it just didn’t click so i did have to do original character! please be honest if the legal stuff is a little boring and too much, i feel it’s very dialogue and law-jargon heavy and can change it up if needed! enjoy🤍

Chapter One

Avengers Secondary Holding Facility, Upstate New York March 12, 2022

The quinjet cut through the clouds, the breeze stirring mild turbulence as it glided down toward the landing strip outside the Avengers’ secondary holding facility, the one for when Avengers didn’t want or need the world watching.

Natasha Romanoff stood at the rear hatch, face unreadable and gaze locked on to the man seated across from her. The same man that has just taken her a two month long gruelling mission to finally bring in. 

Maksim Vasiliev. Hands shackled, eyes full of cold amusement as he stares right back. Even bound, he looks like the one with all the power in the room. Natasha fought the use to put her fist through his face, again. Once had been enough, for now.

“Time to face the music.” She quipped, allowing two shield operatives to take him by the arm each as the ramp fully lowered to the floor.

Vasiliev turned to her, that same smile on his face that’s made her skin crawl for years. “You’re still so dramatic, Natalia.”

With his head held high, he sauntered down the ramp like he didn’t have a care in the world, like he wasn’t looking at lifetime of the same concrete walls staring at him.

Inside the facility, the Avengers were already assembled. Natasha entered just seconds before Maksim was seated in the interrogation room, all of them watching the sick man through the two sided mirror. Tension clung in the air until Tony decided to break it, in true Stark style.

“Well, that’s only ugly son of a b-“

“Always something useful to say.” Maria murmured, overseeing his transfer. The two guards that flanked Vasiliev disappeared from view, leaving the criminal alone in the room. “Any ideas on the first move, Natasha?”

“He’s in this for the long run so I think it won’t matter in what order we exhaust our options.”

“I could go in, maybe I can tell if he’s lying.” Wanda supplies helpfully, the pupils of her eyes already sparkling with red as she read what she could from his subconscious. “He’s still smug, like he’s got a way out of here.”

“That’s assuming he talks. He’s had 30 years hiding in the shadows to prepare for this.” Steve sighs. “Did he saying anything on the flight, Natasha?”

“Not much useful. Pointless stuff we already knew.”

“We’ve dealt with guys like him before, sociopaths with god complexes. Best thing we can do is break the pattern and get Wanda in his head to figure out what he knows.” Tony comments, already sounding bored. “It’s our best play.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re bored.” Sam drawls. “How this guy is alive is beyond me? I thought he went up in flames with the rest of HYDRA.”

“He hid, like a coward. Also those scars on his face? Plastic surgery. Fake passports and too many favours from people that owed him.” Natasha’s voice was low. “He slipped once and got caught. Think about how many more are out there, slipping away and disappearing forever.”

“Then let’s not give him the chance.” Tony stands, heading towards the door. “Let’s get Wanda in there, see what he’s coming up with.”

Wanda was already halfway across the room, when the door slammed open.

“You’ll do no such thing.”

All heads turned.

Sienna Blake strode in the place like she belonged, like she’s built the place brick by brick. A sleek black suit framed her figure, pointed heels skimming the floor and dark eyes sharp with precision and defiance. Behind her, Clint followed looking distinctly unamused but also not stopping her.

Wanda blinked. “Who the hell-“

“Who the hell are you?!” Natasha snapped, stepping forward before anyone else could. Her voice low and her tone lethal. “This is a secure facility.”

“I’m aware.” Sienna responded, coldly. “You’re holding my client-“

“Your client?!”

“-MY client illegally. Interrogation without counsel is a violation of the Geneva Convention, not to mention domestic law. You’ve had him in custody, including time of arrest, for six hours without a formal change or notifying legal representation.”

She threw a folder on to the briefing table. “That’s over now. He will not be questioned, touched, read, scanned or even looked at funny until I’ve met with him and confirmed he’s fit to speak.”

“Damn.” Sam muttered.

Tony leaned over to Steve, eyes never leaving Sienna. “Did we get sued and no one told me?”

Natasha’s jaw clenched as she stepped up closer to the woman. “Your client is a war criminal.”

“He’s also a person, WITH rights.” Sienna shot back. “And the law doesn’t care about how much you hate him. Rights are rights. If you’re going to act like a court of executioners, at least be honest about it.”

“She’s a bitch but damn, this is the hottest thing I’ve seen all year.” Sam fails to hide his grin, leaning into Tony as he watches in admiration. “Seriously, who are you?”

“I’m Sienna Blake, you’ll get to know me.” She turns back to Natasha. “If you want justice Agent Romanoff, follow the law. Otherwise you’re just another assassin with a badge.” 

The room went silent. Natasha didn’t flinch as her eyes locked with Sienna’s, almost challenging. “File your charges then we’ll talk.” 

Maria nodded her head to Sienna, watching as she struts out of the room and straight into the holding cell. Not a tremble in her step or a slip of a mask as she walks up to Maksim like he’s a coffee shop barista and not a man accused of genocide and terrorism.

“Sweet Jesus.” Clint scoffs, his tone almost impressed. “She’s something.”

“She is Sienna Blake. The best criminal defense lawyer the country has seen in the last decade. Came from no where and hasn’t lost a case since. She’s defended serial killers, war criminals, terrorists, you name it. Not one has seen the death penalty or life imprisonment yet. Only last week, she got a serial killer with a kill count higher than Tony can count, a ten-year insanity plea.”

“Only ten?!” Steve echoes, eyebrows raised.

“She’s that good.” Maria shrugs. “Pain in the ass but she’s good.”

Natasha glared at her. “You knew she was coming?”

“I didn’t invite her.” Maria laughs, defensively. “But the second we logged that initial paperwork, her firm sent in the paperwork. This case was bought and paid for before the quinjet was in park.”

Tony folded his arms, sighing tiredly. “Fantastic. So Hydra’s hiring the A-Team.”

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The Avengers Compound, Upstate New York

March 12, 2022

Later that evening, Natasha’s boots had yet to stop stomping through the compound, her tracks almost wearing a hole in the floor. She didn’t speak, she didn’t need too. Her entire body radiated pure, unfiltered fury. 

“So that could have gone better…” Wanda unhelpfully comments, exchanging a look with Sam.

Natasha didn’t reply, just continued to pace. 

“It was dramatic, sure.” Tony saunters over to the bar, playing bartender for the room of tense heroes. “Vodka anyone?”

“I should have just put the bullet in his head when I had the chance.” Natasha mutters, letting the anger seep through.

“Understandable.” Maria mutters, appearing at the doorway. “But also a war crime.”

Natasha turned sharply. “So is everything he has ever done. He doesn’t deserve the right to a fair trial, he doesn’t deserve the right to defend what he’s done. Or should I say get that pretentious idiot in a suit to defend his actions. He deserves a cage. Or a hole in the ground and even then, that’s still too nice.”

“Yeah, well…” Tony shoves a glass into her hand. “Welcome to the modern world. Apparently even Bond villains get legal representation now.” 

With a few taps on the tablet in his left hand, he flips it round to show the team. On there was Sienna’s profile, or what little there was of it. A few heavily redacted articles, a couple of courtroom photos and a list of high-profile cases, most of them deeply controversial. White collar monsters, terrorists with a side of trafficking, sadistic’s with a passion for genocide and even some of HYDRA’s nearest and dearest walking away with plea deals and community service. It was impressive.

“She represented him?!” Steve frowns, pointing to just one of her clients.

“She’s represented worse.” Tony adds. “She’s carved a niche for defending people the rest of the world would rather see set on fire. Yet she’s winning.”

“But there’s barely anything here.” Sam comments, scrolling. “No interviews, no press quotes, no personal information, it doesn’t even say what law school she attended. All of these criminals and cases and not one public acknowledgement, how is that possible?”

Wanda narrows her eyes. “Intentional maybe?”

“Absolutely.” Maria confirms. “She keeps herself off the grid better than some of you. Everything about her is curated, down to the colour of nail polish on her toes. She’s quite the mystery.”

Natasha crossed her arms, jaw clenched. “She’s a shield.”

“And ironically, the most effective one Vasiliev’s got.” 

“She’s not just defending him. She’s enabling him.” Natasha exclaims, getting more hysterical. “She’s giving them all a chance. She’s giving them all hope! Most wanted on Interpol? No problem because legally blonde here will get you picking trash on a highway for 6 months before you can go and steal another kid off the street to turn into the next doped up Captain America.”

Silence followed, nobody quite sure what move to make next. “So, what do we do?” Sam questions. “Let her play lawyer and him walk free?”

“No.” Maria said, firm. “We play this by the book. Yes, it will be hard but we cannot let him walk. Let’s keep our ground clean but efficient. He’ll slip up, they always do.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Natasha’s question is pointedly ignored. “How does she do this? She doesn’t even flinch. How do you sleep at night when you’re defending these monsters?”

Wanda’s voice was quiet, almost empathetic. “Maybe she doesn’t.”

Tony, meanwhile, kept scrolling the tablet. “Huh?”

Steve looked over, already advancing on Tony. “What is it?”

“Check this out. Federal database says she clerked for a Supreme Court justice but the file is sealed. Then nothing for years. There’s no trace of her. It’s like she didn’t exist.”

“That’s not standard, especially for government work.” Maria frowns.

“Exactly.” Tony said. “She’s hiding something.”

“They always are.” 

“But someone with the rep that she has would be smarter. Fake papers and silly narratives would be all over this. She’s just happy to be a question mark to anyone who looks a little deeper.”

“That’s confidence…”

Sam couldn’t help the smirk on his face. “Damn right she’s confident, did you see her in that suit?!”

⋆⋆⋆⋆

Avengers Secondary Holding Facility, Upstate New York

March 12, 2022

The sterile white walls of the interrogation wing gleamed cold under harsh fluorescent lights. Sienna stood there, armed crossed, head held high and impeccably composed. Her slate grey suit was pressed sharp but her presence was sharper. Maria approached her, a thick folder in her arms and flanked by none other than Natasha.

“Commander Hill, Agent Romanoff.” Sienna nods, respectfully.

“Ms. Blake.” Maria acknowledges back formally, handing over the file. “This contains the formal charges filed against Maksim Vasiliev earlier this morning.”

Sienna’s ringed fingers skimmed through the pages, scanning quickly. 

“Let me be clear.” Maria continued. “These charges include human experimentation, torture, unlawful detainment, numerous violations of interaction treaties post-HYDRA and human-trafficking. The United Nations tribunal expects this to proceed swiftly.”

Sienna looks up, voice cool and calm. “I’m aware of the charges.”

Natasha’s posture shifted, rigid with anger.

“Interrogation is scheduled to begin within the hour.” Maria supplies, exchanging a glance with Natasha.

“No interrogation will be taking place until I’ve had the chance to go through the charges with my client.” Sienna almost commands. “I have requested a full psychiatric evaluation also. He will be evaluated for mental competency before any questioning.” Natasha’s jaw twitches. “I do hope you’ve received my motion filing.”

Maria nods. “We have received your motion to suppress any interrogation conducted prior to your arrival.”

Sienna smiled, not politely but professionally. “Correct, that motion still stands. Any statements obtained before my involvement will be considered inadmissible. That includes any comments made by Agent Romanoff or my client during travel to the holding facility.” Her eyes shifted to Natasha, who was glaring right through her

Natasha can’t help herself as her speaks, her voice low and venomous. “You’re protecting a monster.”

“I’m protecting the integrity of this process.” Sienna’s voice was too rehearsed, like she’d argued this one hundred times over. “If you want justice, you follow the law. You don’t get to rewrite the rules because it’s convenient to you.”

“Convenient?” The agent clenched her fists. “He’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands. You really think he deserves the benefit of the doubt?”

“It’s not what about they deserve, it’s about the right.” Sienna’s tone was absolute, unyielding. “Because if we allow these exceptions, then what separates us from the monsters we fight?”

Natasha took a breath, trying to keep herself in control. “I didn’t become who I am by giving monsters fair trials.”

“And yet here we are.” Sienna replies, still frustratingly calm. “If you’re so eager to condemn him then I suggest you prove it in court and wait for the verdict. Until then, I’d appreciate you respecting what’s right and following the law.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“No, I don’t expect too. I do, however, expect to win.”

“It’s not about winning, it’s about keeping the world safe from these kinds of people.”

“I would agree but what protects the world from injustice? The ‘Avengers’?”

Maria finally interjects, tone businesslike. “The tribunal respects your legal rights, Ms Blake but time is against us. When the evaluation is complete, we expect cooperation.”

Sienna nodded once. “I’ll cooperate, within the bounds of the law.”

Natasha couldn’t hear anymore, muttering in Russian as she stormed from the room. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Sienna.” Maria speaks, watching Natasha go. “A very dangerous one.”

[soxcietyy]

thinking about virgin reader asking experienced Yuta (her boyfriend) how to get off using her fingers, for when he’s gone on missions. She tries using her fingers but ends up begging Yuta for his and he fingers her in front a mirror and shows her how to get off, and Yuta praises her and tell her how good she’s doing.

(I need to be euthanized) 😵‍💫

I needed to be euthanized the second I started writing smut.

You’ve only been dating for a few month and higher up are going to be sending your boyfriend to Taiwan soon. Luckily it’s only going to be for a month but it still wasn’t fair. It was always him they sent out and everyone else got sent some place local.

Your sitting in his bed watching him throw a few pieces of clothes in a suitcase. Mumbling to himself about a piece of clothes that he wanted to take but wasn’t sure it was needed.

You remember speaking to Mei Mei about how much you were going to miss him two days ago and she said something you never thought about. Something really scandalous that you never thought of doing on your own.

"Just pleasure your sad days away." Mei Mei said as she filled out some paper work. She was in the same building because the higher ups were also sending her abroad. Not that she really minded at all though. You shook your head from the flashback of a week ago that just played in your head.

"Yuta I’m going to miss you and I just wanted to know if you could …" you couldn’t spit it out. It was so unlike you to say something like this. It was stuck in your throat and you were afraid of getting it out.

Yuta stops and turns to look at you intrigued by how your acting. Now thinking about it this meant you had to take your bottoms off and show him everything, you had yet to do that stuff. How were you possibly going to ask him for such a thing?!

"Go on." He says staring at you with his calm tired eyes.

"How to pleasure - myself…" you whisper.

He stared at you full of surprises. He put the clothes that were in his hands down. "Who told you about this because I don’t think you would come up with such a thing." He tilted his head.

Should you say it was Mei Mei? Or just say it was you so he could actually help you. At the end you said it was all your idea.

You watched him move stuff around on the floor and shuffle next to I mirror.

"You know what? Just ignore everything I said I was kidding obvi-"

"Come here," he cut you off from rambling.

Your throat tightened as he patted the empty spot in front of him. You slowly got off the bed and made your way to him. When you sat down he scooted closer to you so your back was resting on his chest. He gave you a warm smile through the mirror before getting started. He first told you to take your underwear off because you were probably going to get them messy. So you did but told him he couldn’t look because you thought it was the most humiliating thing ever. Once you were done you hid them under you and told him he could look now.

Your uniform had a skirt so he didn’t bother telling you to take it off.

"So now your supposed to get in the mood, or your probably already in the mood if your about to please yourself." He said as he lifted your skirt up, you let out a gasp as he did.

"I assume you’re already in the mood since you’re soaking right now." Yuta let out an amused laugh.

He then makes you put your legs over his so he could open them as much as he needed to with little effort. Grabbing your hand he pushes all of your fingers down other than the middle and ring finger.

"These are the fingers you’re going to use to rub yourself and to finger yourself with." He said as he moved your hand downward. He pressed them on your cunt and began rubbing circles. You jump at the new sudden sensation. It was something you’ve never felt before so it was kind of weird.

"You’ll keep doing this until you get wet or you could also just finger yourself until you get wet. Like thi- actually let me just show you first."

He uses the same to fingers and began rubbing you. You squirm under him seeing how he applied more pressure. You squeeze your eyes shut being consumed by the hot tingling feeling.

"Na ah y/n, you need to pay attention," Yuta said as he made sure you were looking at yourself at all times.

"This is the hole you want to insert yourself in." Yuta said shoving his fingers inside, stretching your inexperienced hole. You let out a whimper as you felt your walls be fuilled up by his thick fingers. Then he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you repeatedly making your legs shake.

"You can go in and out like I’m doing right now or you can stay in there and curl your fingers. Women Usually have their G-spot around this area so just keep messing around till you find it." He said as he curled his fingers. You moan at how good it felt.

"But how am I supposed to know when I find it?" You ask him.

"Oh trust me you’ll know." Just when he said that you felt that he pressed on something really sensitive.

"Ah!" You moan as you tried to squeeze your legs shut but he held them open with his.

"You see? Found it so easily. If you keep messing with that spot you’ll be good but i recommend playing with your clit too and youll finish in no time.

You grind your hips onto his his hand wanting more of this new feeling. You were so drunk on his fingers that you were mumbling nonsense.

"Good girl, enjoying the feeling? Here I’m about to show you how to make it better." He said as he leaned more and used his other hand to rub your cunt.

When he did you were a mess. Your legs were shaking as he rubbed and fingered you. You gripped his arm as you were being overwhelmed with pleasure. You bite your tongue trying to keep quiet because you guys were in Yutas dorm. If anyone heard you guy they would not let you live it down.

You Rock your hips at the rhythm he had going mumbling his name over and over again. You look up at him with a drunk look on your face. Looking as if you were begging for something.

"What is it love? Use your words." He says as he plants a kiss on your head.

You hesitate to speak but said something anyways because he was going slow and you wanted more.

"Faster Yuta." You say

He complies and starts going faster, way more faster than you wanted actually. You shake your head as you repeated the same words. "Wait, wait wait, slow down!" You say wanting to scream. It was so overstimulating that you started to kick your feet unconsciously. You start rambling and pulling on his hand so he could stop. No matter how you tried to stop him he continued.

It felt weird, something in you was feeling really off and you were scared. It was coming, something was coming. "Yuta I think in going to come" you blurt out.

"Oh yea?"

And with that he just stopped.

You look at home wide eyed. Was this how it felt like to finish? If so it wasn’t what you hopped for.

"Finish yourself off, I need to know if you actually learned something." He said as he leaned back a bit taking a rest from the hard work.

"You want me to finish?" you say timidly.

He nods as he waits for you to start.

You slowly insert your fingers inside and you’re immediately disappointed to see that it did not fill you up right. Still you curl your finger and somehow feel the pleasure but not like Yuta did for you. You then began to rub your swollen clit.

Looking in the mirror you could see how he watched you. Looking at how you play with yourself and you facial reactions. Was he always doing that? If so you couldn’t a while ago because you were too immersed into the pleasure.

"Stop looking at me and focus on yourself." He says making you look back down.

You continue for a few minutes and even if you did feel good it wasn’t as good as Yuta. You look at him with pleading eyes through the mirror.

"You barely just got started, how are you already asking for help?!" Yuta says as he leans over you once more. "Here I’ll finger you and you rub yourself."

"No I want you to do everything Yuta." You say pouting.

"This is me teaching you how to play with yourself for when I’m gone. It kind of defeats the purpose if I help."

"Please! I need you to teach me how to come." You say.

"I know what you’re trying to do and knowing me I’m going to give in and yea I’m giving in but only because you look so cute begging like that." He says as he starts again.

Your wet cunt was leaving his hand soaked in your juices. The wet sounds of his hand hitting your entrance. You moan as he looks at you.

"Good girl, you liked being fucked by my fingers?"

You nod as he starts to rub your clit giving it a few slaps before getting started. You were back to the same feeling that you loved. Once again your hips started rolling as he praised you for being such a good girl for him.

It didn’t take long for you to be over the edge again. You were twitching and moaning his name out. Tears threatened to spill out of the corners of your eyes. You started to shake your head and you threw it back on his shoulders.

”No what sweetheart? Did I accidentally make you dumb by just using my fingers? You’re so adorable like this my little airhead." He peppered you in kisses.

You toes began to curl and that when he knew you were about to come. You grip onto his arm as a wave of pleasure hit you.

"Common, cum for me sweetheart, be a good girl and come all over my fingers. Fuck, that’s it, oh yea look at all of that. Wow you came so much, Such a good girl, I need you to come like that every time You think of me." Yuta praised you as you went slack over his body.

"That wasn’t hard was it? Wait did you just fall asleep?"

[jasontoddscrowbars]

Dick is a low key hoarder. He sees something shiny, he picks it up. It’s his inner bird nature. It’s really unexpected of him though. No one would see his struggles because he hid it so well. You go to his room? Spotless. His place in Bludhaven? Clean.

Where does he hoard it all?

One of Jason’s safe houses that Jason had forgotten about.

So when Jason was doing some ‘shady crime lord business’ and needed a place to hang low he suddenly thought of a place in the area that he was pretty sure he stopped paying the bills on. Either way he headed there.

Pleasantly, the code worked and he got in… half a foot past the door.

Junk, as far as the eye can see which wasn’t far. And it wasn’t just random things like bike parts or newspapers, no, it was their stuff. Dicks, Tim’s, Damian’s, Bruce’s, even his! Someone had been taking their things and had the gull to put it in his safe house!

Who in their right mind would do that? They obviously weren’t!

Grumbling, Jason began climbing over knee high mounds of objects. As he got into the living room he saw an organized pile forming a circle around a chair. It seemed to be pictures. Hundreds of them. And they were Tim’s old pictures he had just thrown out!

Was it that trash man?! Was the bastard stealing their trash? Was he selling it? Oh, was Jason going to give him the what for-

A foot met his gut sending him sideways into a stash of Damian ‘s old animal plushies. Jason groaned as he rose. The power of the kick, how it was done and where it landed added with the size of the small foot; he knew who it was right away.

“Dick!” He yelled.

“I am not a dick!”

Jason snapped around growling; saw his older brother in grey sweats with the band rolled half a dozen times and one of HIS old torn shirts. It even had a washed blood stain that wouldn’t come out.

“Dick!” He boomed.

Dick froze as he realized the intruder was not a thief but in fact his brother finally returning to his own place. His worse fear coming to fruition.

“Ahhh… no?”

“What,” Jason stumbled to his feet in angry frustration.

He signaled the pictures, stuffed animals, piles of clothes… his eyes landed on warped metal and snapped his head back to Dick.

“Is that my old bike?”

Dick glanced away, “no.”

“How’d you even get it up here?”

“I’m a Robin, Jason, if I couldn’t at least do that?Seriously?”

Well, true, but that wasn’t the point.

“What is all this junk? More importantly, why in my place?”

Dick twiddled his thumbs.

“I like to collect.”

“I can see that!” Jason agreed.

“Stop yelling at me!”

Jason rubbed his face in stress.

“Why my place?”

“Because no one would know.”

No one would know. Well. Jason knew now. He knew very much so because he’d just been kicked into a pile of musty stuffed animals that’d been deep into a trash can.

“Dick.”

Dick squeaked as he sensed it coming.

“No.”

“Dick.”

“You can’t!”

Jason folded his arms as Dick was desperately pleading.

“Anything but that! They won’t understand.”

“You have to get rid of everything. Now.”

Dick fell to his knees sobbing. Began to sweep up the pictures in a big hug which sort of made Jason feel a little guilty. Maybe they could keep this between them-

“No!” He wailed, “they won’t understand! They won’t get why I am throwing them away! The toys Jason! The poor toys!”

And he’s lost it. Probably seen Toy Story one too many times. Dick held a picture up of his brothers.

“My brothers. They won’t understand why I’m throwing them away. I really liked these ones a lot, so much cuter.”

Jason grit his teeth then. Yeah. He’s definitely throwing everything away.

——

“Wow,” Damian acknowledged as he watched Dick cling to Bruce, fighting him over tossing a trash bag into a bin, Tim trying to yank him back at his waist, “wouldn’t have guessed.”

Jason gave a nod. They watched Alfred come up and spray Dick with Lysol sending him running.

“You should probably go check all of your safe houses,” Jason muttered.

“On it,” Damian agreed walking away.

[jenniferjareauwife]

I Didn't Do This

pairing: rio vidal x fem reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: self-harm, mentions of suicide

word count: 602

summary: rio finds you bleeding in the bathroom

I gulped when I saw the small pool of blood on the bathroom floor. It was dribbling from the cuts I had made on my wrist just a few minutes ago. I gently placed Rio's dagger on the counter by the sink, giving myself a mental reminder to wash it off in a couple minutes.

"My love? Have you seen my dagger?" I froze up once I heard her voice and her footsteps just a few feet away from the bathroom door.

"Oh no- sorry." I gulped, knowing it was her prized possession. I knew she wouldn't care if I had it but if she knew what I had used it for...that's another story. I quickly hid it in the cabinet below the counter, knowing she would walk into the bathroom next.

The doorknob turned and the first thing she noticed was the blood on my floor. "Did I forgot to heal something?" She queried, a bit confused.

"Oh- uh-"

"I'd never hurt you on your wrist." She sounded a tiny bit accusatory, but that quickly turned to worry. "My love what did you do?"

"Nothing." I whispered quickly, watching as she grabbed my hand to bring my wrist to her tongue, licking the cuts and to heal them while holding eye contact.

"I didn't do this." She whispered, her eyes clouding with worry. "My love...did you do this to yourself?"

"I just...I yeah...yeah I did." I wiped away a single tear that fell from my eye and sat on the edge of the bathtub, avoiding eye contact. I really never wanted her to figure it out.

"I'm not mad at you sweetheart. I just want to know why." She knelt down in front of me, apparently she had found her dagger because it was back in its rightful place in her belt.

"Does it even matter?"

"Of course it matters. I have known everyone who has commit suicide-"

"I didn't try to commit suicide-"

"I'm well aware of the warning signs." Her voice was more firm now but it calmed me, she knew. She wanted to help.

"I'm sorry-"

"My love I'm not angry with you." She reminded me, laughing softly with a small smirk. I was the only one she was ever soft with, but even I had never seen her this soft. She ran her thumb over the now healed cuts, helping me stand up and leading me to our bed.

I sat against the headboard in silence as Rio gave me a glass of water before putting a flower in my hair. "I don't want you to be in pain." She whispered, her lips inches from mine. I snickered a little, knowing how our foreplay worked. Her eyes lit up as she saw me laugh. "You know what I mean." She pecked my lips.

"It was the first time." I admitted quietly. She gave a small nod, kissing my forehead and pulling me in for a hug.

"I want you to talk to me about this stuff." She murmured in my ear. "Instead of letting it get to this, you know?" My heart sank.

"I know."

"Hey, don't feel bad about it, ok?" She gently cupped my face in her hands. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you. I have been for the past 100 years and I'm not going anywhere now." She wiped away a small tear that trickled down my cheek.

"Thank you. That means a lot." I leaned my forehead against hers.

"Of course my love." Another forehead kiss. "I'm always here. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[jinxed4ever06]

Raccoon Hybrid x Chubby Bunny Reader

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CW: Slightly Suggestive Stuff

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You never would have expected the night would land you in the den of a wild raccoon hybrid. Sure you were scared because everyone talked about how intelligent and cunning this raccoon was and when he wanted something he’d go to any measures to get what he wanted. This time what he wanted was you. You noticed him a few times as he went to hunt for shiny things or food to eat. You were a bit curious but you always tended to stay a few steps behind him so as to not make your presence known. You were as quiet as a mouse when you came to observe him over time. Your friends had warned you multiple times that he was dangerous and that you should avoid him at all costs but you waved them off and assured them that you were always very careful when observing him.

That was until one day you found out that you hadn’t been sneaky at all. One night when you were tending to your garden of herbs you noticed the raccoon hybrid looking around in the woods. You had been tending to his needs food-wise, you’d prepare something and leave a dish out far away from your house just to be certain he wouldn’t catch you. You come next thing in the morning and then retrieve the empty plate of food. Though this time as you watched him you noticed him moving away quickly. You gulped nervously debating on whether to follow him or not. You decided to follow him, you quietly put down your watering can and exited the safety of your garden. You walked into the forest watching the raccoon hybrid intently for any signs that he might notice your presence but everything seemed to be going well.

You soon stumbled upon his den and hid behind a thick tree as you watched him approach his den. He went inside and then came straight back out. He then walked away from his den and headed back into the forest. You watch as he leaves and you decide whether to take a peek inside of his den or go back home. You chose the former blinded by pure curiosity; you peek into the den and saw piles of shiny trinkets. Jewelry, gems, coins, anything that was pretty and shiny was in this den. You were in awe of the shiny treasures. They all have a certain type of pull to them. That made you want to look at all of them. You then heard soft footsteps behind you but before you could look you were tackled to the ground by none other than the raccoon hybrid.

And that’s how you ended up underneath the Raccoon hybrid that had caught your interest. “Please don’t kill me.. I promise I won’t tell anyone what I saw.” You pleaded for your life to the raccoon hybrid. The male raccoon hybrid just laughed like you had just told him the funniest joke ever. “Oh, little bunny, I have much better plans for you. Killing you would be a waste.” The raccoon hybrid said as he flashed his sharp canines. “I mean you have been keeping nice and well fed plus I wouldn’t have led you all the way out to my den if I was planning on killing you.” The raccoon informed you. You felt your face grow red with embarrassment. “Y-You knew I was following you.” You said as your ears flattened behind your head. “Of course I knew.. You really thought you were being sneaky darling~” He said as his raccoon ear twitched with excitement. “I saw you were eyeing my shiny prizes.” He said as he looked at the treasures and then at you. “Y-Yes, they're so pretty..” You shyly admitted to him. “You’re right they are pretty but nothing compared to you. You heard him say as you felt one of his hands roam down from your collarbone to your breasts and he stopped on your plump belly. “Yes, you’ll be perfect to carry my kits. You know how to cook and your body is absolutely divine.” 

You felt your face get even hotter from his statements. His hand moved down more until it rested on the hem of your nightgown. You felt a familiar heat starting to pool down in your nether regions. The raccoon hybrid sniffed the air and smiled darkly as he smelled your arousal in the air. "You're so responsive, my little bunny. Your body betrays you. I can feel your heart racing, your breathing quickening. You can't deny the effect I have on you, can you?" He said as he nips at your neck a bit. “I want you to be my mate. You fit all the requirements in my eyes.” The raccoon hybrid said as he lets you up but he keeps a hold of both of your wrists in his large hand. “Please, I want you. No, I need you in my life, bunny.” His tone was almost that of a plea. One that you hear from a small child that wanted its mother. You could feel your heart flutter and you pressed your thighs together. This was definitely not what you were expecting. “You promise that you won’t hurt me right? You’ll take care of me?” You asked him with a hint of caution lingering in your voice. “Yes, of course you can have anything you want. Food, water, affection, my treasure. It’s all yours baby..” He said as his other hand wraps around your waist.

“You really want to be my mate?” You asked looking up at him through your pretty lashes. “Yes, desperately.” He said with a slight rasp in his voice. You couldn’t help but blush. You had been courted by other rabbits before but you had always turned them down because you weren’t interested but something about this raccoon hybrid felt different than when the other rabbits wanted to propose to you. “O-Okay..” You say as you look up at him. It was long until he pounced on you again but this time it had a more playful intent. “Thank you little one..” He said with a slight purr. His hands then started to move in a more imitate way he pressed open mouth kisses onto your neck as his hands traveled down your sides before resting on your plush thighs. You soon felt something hard press against your inner thigh. You looked down and saw your new mate was hard and he looked ready to breed you. You nervously bit your lip as your cottontail nervously twitched. Sensing your nervousness he pressed a kiss to your round cheek. “Don’t worry we can go slow.” He promised you as he picked you up and placed you onto his lap. He then reached over into his treasure pile and picked up two gold chunky bracelets. He carefully placed both of them on both of your arms making sure that they were strapped on securely.

“Treasure for my beauty..” He said with a playful grin. You chuckled softly at him. “That was so corny..” You say as you shift in his lap slightly while playfully pushing his head away. He just laughed as you pushed his head away. “Like I said we can take it one day at a time my love.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled happily as you let yourself be held by your now raccoon hybrid lover.

Image/meme by: Sofiaiabia

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | damned if i do ya (damned if i don't)

a/n: oooohhhh i love them bad. the slow burn is slow burning a little bit. btw the song is daylight by 5sos!

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v. damned if i do ya (damned if i don't) by all time low

all the progress luke thought he was making with you was thrown out the window after the concert. at first, he was glad to have some distance between you guys. he was dealing with sorting out what he felt for you. it was stupid, really, how he realized that you reminded him a lot of his childhood nickelodeon crush, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was more than that. 

sure, you were a fucking headache sometimes, but he liked it. he liked you. he liked how you always tore him a new one, made him feel normal, like he wasn’t luke castellan – lead singer of poisoned mercury, he was just luke when he was with you. you asked him about his music, his life, but knew when to stop right before the conversation got too heavy because you understood him. you knew how he felt even when he didn’t say it. 

maybe he’d just been around his bandmates too much, teenage boys with emotional iqs of a thumbtack, but you took one look at him and he knew that you understood what he was feeling. as great of a writer he was when it came to music, he was never good with expressing how he felt. 

but now, it’s been weeks since you last talked to him, like really talked to him. whenever he’d see you in your smoke spot, he’d try to start a conversation, but you’d stuff your vape in your pocket and walk away before he could even say hi. you stopped going to the gym in the morning, often coming into the cabin after your workout during random times of the day, no longer following a set schedule. you rarely hung out with the boys, opting to retire into your room earlier than usual. you still joined clarisse during her counselor duties, but she stopped letting the boys tag along when luke was available as much as she used to. she’d offer an apologetic smile to luke and slip out an excuse why he couldn’t join for music lessons. 

luke was tired of it. he didn’t know what went wrong, what he did wrong, to make you act so cold towards him. even when you didn’t know him yet, you were never like this. you always had a snide remark ready for him, but now, he was met with silence. 

on the bright side, he at least had inspiration to write new songs. 

he wandered into the cabin, thinking that it would be empty. clarisse was being held hostage at arts and crafts again. (she complained the whole morning about it until chris offered to join her so she wouldn’t be the only one covered in glitter this time.) the stolls were in the studio recording the instrumentals for the song luke showed them a few days ago. they’d asked him who the song was about, though he had a feeling they already knew. he wasn’t really trying to be secretive with the words. and you, luke could only wonder where you were. 

he stopped in his tracks at the sound of mr. d’s voice in your room. your bedroom door was wide open and luke feared that you’d see him so he hid around the corner, back pressed against the wall. 

“this is serious, kid,” mr. d yelled. “your teammate is pressing charges so i need the full story! i don’t care if you don’t want to talk about it. this can go on your record permanently.” 

“so let it!” you screamed back. luke heard you pacing around your room, heavy steps against the cabin floors. “i don’t care.” 

“i care! i’ve been pretty goddamn lenient when it comes to you, y/n, but this?” mr. d countered, veins on his neck bulging out as he raised his voice. luke had never seen him like this, “this is fucking serious. you need to tell me exactly what happened.” 

“she was talking about you, okay?” you sobbed. you sat on your bed, hands buried in your open palms. “she said something about your addiction. i don’t fucking know how she found out, but she said something and i just lost it, dad. she was talking out her ass and i just needed her to shut up because she didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.” 

mr. d’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek. he gulped, not saying a word. your dad looked at the decorated wall of your bedroom, polaroids of you and your friends, your framed high school field hockey jersey, and the concert ticket from the first show he ever took you to. he looked down at the pink rug on your floor, unable to say anything. 

you looked up at him, eyes brimmed with tears, “there, i told you. happy now?” 

it wasn’t long before mr. d stormed out of the cabin. luke flinched as the door slammed shut behind him. he heard you sobbing in your bedroom and he contemplated approaching you. you were already mad at him, for a reason that he still didn’t know, so what the hell? 

with a deep breath, luke emerged from the corner and walked towards your door. his knuckles softly knocked on the open door. you looked up at the noise, rubbing your eyes with your forearm. you chewed on your bottom lip, “not in the mood to argue, castellan.” 

“not here to argue,” he stood under your door frame, leaning against the side. “i’m here to see if you’re okay.” 

you had this habit of running away from things when you knew it had the power to hurt you. it wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism, but your fight or flight response was triggered every time you started catching feelings for someone. it didn’t happen often, you developing actual feelings for people. you developed crushes, sure, but not feelings. 

you didn’t get googly-eyed and love-dumb with guys. you knew better– growing up with a dad who could quite literally transform people’s lives with a snap of his finger made you hyperaware of people’s intentions with you. but sometimes, you get blinded by the guy who sweeps you off your feet and you forget about it all. 

after the concert, you couldn’t stop thinking about luke. you already knew what kind of person he actually was, kind, caring, talented, all of the above, but there was still a nagging voice in your head telling you: “what if this is all an act?” “what if this is his move? pretending to be a different guy from the tabloids just to get you to fall for him then break your heart like everyone else did?” so you fled. you ran away from luke. 

clarisse caught onto you avoiding luke fairly quickly. she no longer saw you two walking into the cabin together in the early mornings when she was getting ready for the day. you started declining invitations to hang out at the activities center, stopped having time to help her with music lessons when the band was tagging along, and started hanging out with her in your room instead of the common space. 

she asked you about it after a week of the same thing. you told her you just weren’t in the mood, lacked energy. you said a million excuses but she could see right through you. you and the lead singer weren’t really subtle with your longing glances. 

you crossed your legs under you, pulling the blanket up to cover your legs. you moved over on your bed, tilting your head to let him inside. luke took his shoes off and closed the door behind him, sock-clad feet tapping against the wooden floors. he sat on the edge of your bed, playing with the stray thread on your blanket. 

“you ever feel like your parents wish they had a different kid?” you whispered, “maybe a kid that wasn’t so difficult?” 

“all the time,” luke replied, “every time my name is in the tabloids, i swear it takes years off my mom’s life.” 

you laughed, sniffling, “you need to take it easy on your mom. she’s too good for this world.” 

“that she is,” he leaned back on his elbows, resting his head on his shoulder. he tapped your leg under the blanket, “you know your dad loves you, right?”

“yeah,” you sighed, looking at luke. your makeup was smudged under your eyes and it took all his power not to lean over to wipe it away. you hunched your shoulders over when you spoke again, “just feels like sometimes i’m too much for him and i don’t know how to stop doing that.” 

“i don’t think you should.” 

it was the truth. you dealt in extremes. you were intense but it was only because you were passionate about things. he’d seen you practicing for hours, staying up late to help the younger kids with their projects even if it wasn’t your job, bossing people around to make sure that the camp activities were perfect. when you put your mind to something, luke knew there was no stopping you. 

“so i’m guessing you heard that whole thing with my dad?” 

“yeah,” luke rubbed the back of his neck. he looked at you, feeling caught that he’d been listening in on your private conversation. “i didn’t know anyone was in here when i walked in.” 

“it’s fine,” you shrugged, “pretty sure the whole camp heard my dad yelling anyways.” 

he laughed, “probably. i’d never seen him like that before. he’s usually so chill. it kinda caught me off guard.” 

“me too.” 

“it’s not as bad as when my mom yells at me though,” luke offered, trying to lighten the mood. he grinned when he saw your eyes brighten. you never did pass up the opportunity to have luke embarrass himself. if he could stop you from crying, he would lay out all his embarrassing stories in front of you for your listening pleasure. “the time she found out that me and trav got banned from wichita, like the whole city, she got so mad that the hotel we were staying at kicked us out because there were so many noise complaints. had to sleep on the bus. my back was killing me the entire time we were playing a show the next day.” 

“what the fuck did you guys do that warranted a ban from the whole city?” 

luke’s cheeks turned pink, “we mooned a cop car.” 

you bursted into uncontrollable laughter, falling back on your pillows. luke watched you, laughing along at your reaction. you were crying again, but it was a good cry this time. luke thought you looked pretty like this; cheeks red, eyes shut as you tried to regain your composure, and smiling, all teeth and lips. he hadn’t seen it in a while and he wanted to take a picture of you right now just so he could always remember how you looked at this moment. he wasn’t sure if he could survive another few weeks without seeing it again.

luke nudged you as your laughter died down, “if shit goes down with your teammate, there will be three of us with a permanent record in this cabin.”

you smiled at him, sadly, voice returning to the hushed tone you used earlier, “you think my dad could forgive me for this?” 

“don’t think anyone could hold a grudge against you even if they tried, five star,” luke placed a hand on your thigh covered by the blanket. he relished in the feeling of the hand you placed over his own. it felt intimate. “what does your mom think about all of this?” 

“i dunno,” you played with the rings on his hand, twisting the silver metals on his fingers, “i haven’t talked to her about it yet. been avoiding her calls.” 

“well, happy to know that i wasn’t the only one getting the silent treatment,” he teased, no bite to his voice. “shit, five star, even with your punishments, you still manage to not make me feel special.” 

you squeezed his hand, a giggle escaping your lips, “shut up.” 

luke looked at you, “you should probably talk to her soon.” 

“i will,” you nodded, meeting his gaze, “soon.” 

the two of you stayed there in silence, you playing with his rings and the bracelets on his arm. you were so enamored by the silver jewelry on his hand, twirling his rings to read each engraving, looking at each design, humming in appreciation. you looked at the camp half blood bracelet on his wrist, recognizing the beads on the string. 

“i can’t believe you got a camp bracelet before i did this summer,” you huffed, admiring the beads. “i’ve been here longer than you and nobody made me one yet.” 

“a little girl made it for me,” luke said, smiling at the memory. “i helped her with her with the production of the song for her summer project and she made it for me.” 

“i didn’t know you also produced music.” luke castellan continued to surprise you. 

“not well,” he replied. “just the basics, but i like to think i helped her out. annabeth— you know her? the kid with perfect pitch. fucking brilliant. smarter than i was at her age.”

“i love beth. i’m pretty sure she’s the smartest 12-year-old to ever exist,” your eyes twinkled, moving your index finger to his own, “what’s the story with this one?”

luke looked down at the ring you were touching. it was the silver ring he bought for himself using his first paycheck from their album sales. it cost him a pretty penny, but it was worth it. the font was tiny, but he memorized the words. 

“aγάπη χωρίς πείσματα δεν ��χει νοστιμάδα,” luke said, no doubt butchering the pronunciation. “it’s greek. my mom used to read greek proverbs to me as a child. i think she hoped i’d become the next great philosopher, but instead i became a musician. this phrase stuck with me.”

“what does it mean?”

“love without a bit of stubbornness isn’t tasteful,” he whispered, “it’s a little reminder to myself that even though i can be difficult as shit sometimes, i’m worth it.”

luke cleared his throat, “had a tough time when we first got big. i’m sure you’ve heard of some stories. there was a time when me and my mom didn’t talk much. i thought i knew what was best and i pushed her away. i was so stubborn, five star.” 

“my dad left when i was a kid and for second, i thought i would lose my mom too,” he shook his head, the bitter taste of regret in his mouth as he recalled those memories. “im glad i didn’t. this ring reminds me that no matter how stubborn i am, i still deserve love, y’know? maybe it’s stupid, but sometimes i doubt it. mom always told me that love isn’t supposed to be easy, but it’s supposed to always be worth it– worth all the trouble, the stubbornness, the hurt, so this little phrase keeps me grounded in a weird way.”

“worth it to an extent,” you said. there was something hidden in your words like you were somehow asking him if you fell within the extent of it being worth it. it was in the look in your eye, doubt and worry that maybe you pushed it too far this time and you were no longer worth the fight. 

“extent is subjective. i know my mom thinks i’m worth it. i know that no matter how much me and the stolls get into fights, our friendship is worth it. i know that even though me and chris grew up to be different people, our bond is worth it,” luke leaned in closer as if he was going to tell you a secret, something that stays between you and him, only allowed to be spoken within the walls of your room. “and you, five star–” 

he couldn’t finish his sentence. his words got caught in his throat. he was afraid that if he kept talking, he wouldn’t be able to stop. he didn’t know if there was a universe out there where fighting for you wouldn’t be worth it. had you been thinking about him all this time you’d been apart? have your thoughts been plagued by the idea of him? all he could think of was you. all his songs were about you. it seemed like everything had been about you since he met you. 

is it too much too soon to even say things like that? luke didn’t know where you stood, if you even felt the same way about him as he did about you. how evil must the world be to have you exist in his orbit but not allow him to fight for you? 

the corner of your lips lifted a tiny bit and luke knew he didn’t need to say anything else. you understood. 

luke wanted to stop you when you removed your hand from his, but he didn’t want to test his luck. you dug through the drawer by your bed, pulling out the familiar vape, “i could really go for a smoke right now but this stupid thing died.” 

an idea popped into luke’s mind. he got up, motioning for you to do the same. you stayed seated on your bed, eyebrow raised in concern. 

“come on,” luke sighed, playfully rolling his eyes when you still refused to get up. he held out his hand, looking down at you. “you trust me?” 

you glanced at him then at his hand, deciding. it felt like a loaded question, like he was asking about something more than if you’d go with him to whatever adventure he had planned for the both of you. his heart hammered in his chest as he waited for your answer. you didn’t say anything to his question, unsure if you could rationalize your decision, but when you laced your fingers with his, luke didn’t let go of your hand until you were both out of the campgrounds.

[peachhcs]

will making sure samy feels comfortable and confident in her own skin and maybe things get a little heated 🫣

confidence in comfortability

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy's feeling down during a hard day, so will makes sure she knows how beautiful she is and how much he loves her

words: 2.8k

warnings: smut little plot, oral f!receiving, fingering, dirty talk, hickeys, i think that's it? this doesn't have much plot i kind of just get right into it

anotherrr old ask so sorry but i haven't written something like this in awhile so i thought i'd entertain the people :) i've also lwk never written this kind of smut before ? so hopefully y'all enjoy! this is mostly just will making lewd dirty talk and enjoying his gf

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it was slow but easy going when samy and will came home from stockholm. the lake house was quiet for once while jack and quinn made minor repairs and upgrades to things that were running a bit slower this time around. the tranquility wouldn't last for long though because next week was when all of the hockey boys would pour in and it'd be like that for the rest of the summer, so the couple enjoyed the quiet as much as they could—and the lack of someone appearing in every corner they walked.

for the most part, samy had been on the up. she was eating more regularly and trying not to make it some chore for herself. there were still bad days, but not as bad as those really bad days in the beginning. having will around was really helping and her brothers definitely appreciated it. will would eat with samy for every meal talking about something that he knew would make her laugh so her mind wasn't just on finishing her food. it was working and things were looking up.

however, the hughes sister found herself in a bad day today. she struggled finishing her breakfast. her and will were at the table for almost two hours and like every overthinking thought in her brain, samy convinced herself will was annoyed at her for taking so long. after that, she hid herself in her bedroom, mostly staring at herself in front of the mirror and picking apart every single flaw her eyes fixated on throughout her body. she knew she shouldn't be doing it, but samy couldn't peel her gaze away even if she wanted to. every single scar, bruise, extra flab of skin caught her attention and became a negative thought in her brain.

how could will even like her?

she wasn't good enough.

she wasn't thin enough.

she took so long to eat today. he probably hated her. he was tired of her.

he wanted to break up with her again.

the door opened and samy's thoughts broke. she quickly shoved her shirt down when will's head popped in. he met her gaze, eyebrow raised, "i was looking for you."

"oh. i've been in here," samy walked away from the mirror to act like she wasn't just analyzing herself for the past hour. will knew her enough though that he knew she was looking at herself. he walked further into the room, closing the door behind him.

"are you okay?" he seemed concerned when he saw his girlfriend's expression.

"yeah, i'm fine," samy pressed a tight lip smile to her lips to hopefully convince him. they both knew she was not convincing though.

will sat down beside her. his eyes never left hers even though she wouldn't look at him, but she was looking at him from the corner of her eyes. he stared at her with worry and samy hated seeing him look so worried for her. she didn't want to worry will because she was doing better, it was just harder some days  than others. "talk to me?" will's voice was soft. he lifted his hand to caress her cheek and samy instinctively leaned into his touch. it relaxed her and will smiled.

words still didn't come easy to the girl, especially talking to will about this stuff. "i'm sorry i took forever to eat this morning," samy managed to get out, still not meeting his gaze.

will's eyebrows furrowed, "why are you apologizing for that?"

"you're probably annoyed i took so long," samy said again, but the boy wasn't following. he wasn't mad. did she think he was?

"i wasn't. i never was. you just needed more time and that's okay. i wasn't annoyed. did you..did you think i was?" the blonde frowned when samy nodded against his palm.

"baby, i wasn't annoyed. i wasn't even mad. i didn't mind sitting with you," will quickly shook his head to assure samy he wasn't ever mad. she finally found his gaze and the genuine worry in them convinced her that it really was just her overthinking anxieties taking over again.

"i'm sorry. i've been getting in my head a lot more recently," the hughes sister lifted her head from his touch and spaced out to a spot on the ground. will hated seeing her like this.

"don't apologize. i get it. it's hard. i was never mad though and i never would be. i'll sit with you for as long as you need," the boy reassured.

samy cursed, not at him but herself for always overthinking every little thing. her head dropped into her hands and she curled into a little ball on the bed. will frowned again, carefully reaching out to rub her side. "i hate being like this. i hate feeling this way."

"i know you do, baby. it's not easy, but you're so strong for getting through this. i love you so much, you know that right?"

samy tore her hands away from her face to look at her boyfriend again. he was looking down at her with a soft smile, his blonde curls going everywhere on his head probably from when he woke up a few hours ago and hadn't brushed his hair out yet. everything about him was so sweet.

"i love you too. thank you for being patient with me," she managed a smile.

"of course. i want you to feel good and nothing you do could ever annoy me," the hockey player stretched himself out so he was laying on top of samy. his body crushed her, but in a good way. it felt like a weight blanket as he rested his chin on her chest and she could reach out to run her fingers through his hair.

"so charming, aren't you?" the girl giggled.

"one could say that. i always try to impress you," his words earned a red blush on her cheeks. will's own blush spread across his cheeks as he laid his head down using samy's boobs as a pillow.

the silence was comforting. will's weight on samy's body relaxed her and eased the thoughts in her brain. she felt a lot better than before knowing will wasn't annoyed and it was just her anxiety trying to tell her otherwise. she missed these kinds of moments a lot this year when they were apart. there were so many times samy wished will was an arm's length away and she could just call him up to come lay in her bed with her. the facetimes weren't nearly enough to fill the hole in her heart whenever they were across the country from each other.

the same could be said for will. he missed getting to hold his girl in his arms or come home to her after losing a game or a bad practice. the time different didn't help either because it was either really late her time when he tried calling or he wasn't even awake yet when she had already started her day. it was definitely the hardest year of long distance.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" will mumbled. samy's ears perked up, her skin burning red again.

"you have," she flushed.

"well, i'm telling you again. you're absolutely beautiful," the sharks player looked up to find her eyes. she's heard it so many times from him before, but hearing it now definitely helped.

to her surprise, will's lips pressed a soft kiss to the open skin on her chest. samy's blush heated up as he started leaving multiple kisses and she squirmed a bit underneath him. her breathing quickened and her fingers gripped some of his hair on the back of his neck.

"w-will, what are you doing?" she laughed nervously as he moved closer to her boobs.

"loving you," the boy said simply.

samy was at a loss for words, but she had no intention of making him stop. a breathy moan escaped her lips when will tugged her tank top down to expose the mound of her breast hidden partially by her bra. he sucked, nipped, and kissed all the right places there was no doubt he'd leave a mark when he was done. the soccer player's back arched, her entire body pressing into will's and closing the minimal distance still left between them. she felt his somewhat hardened dick against her lower stomach and another breathy moan escaped her when will moved her bra completely and sucked her own hardened nipple.

"shit, will. oh god," samy pulled harder on his roots. a muffled groan escaped his lips at the feeling, but it didn't stop him from completely devouring her.

in the next few seconds, samy rid herself of her tank top and bra. they fell somewhere on the ground and she urged for the boy to take his own shirt off. he got it in one go, flinging it across her room too before going back down to the beautiful canvas beneath him. it'd been awhile since samy felt like this, her panties were definitely soaked through already the harder will kissed down her chest.

he left wet kisses everywhere as he moved down her stomach and samy was a moaning mess by this point. her back arched off the bed, her fingers pulling and tugging hardly at her boyfriend's curls, his head would definitely hurt after this. will stopped at the waistband of her sweatpants, moving them just enough to reach her bikini line.

"will, please. stop teasing," the brunette whined. her little sounds were music to the boy's ears going straight to his now completely hardened cock. this wasn't about him though. this was about samy and he wanted to make her feel as good as possible.

he wanted to prove to her how beautiful she was to him.

he sucked hickeys into her skin knowing only he would know they were there. the thought made him twitch and for a bit of friction to relieve the pressure, will shifted his hips into the mattress. he moaned against her hip.

"you're so beautiful, baby," will looked up at her and what a sight it was. her chest was falling up and down in a steady, but fast rhythm. her lips were parted and her thighs trembled for some sort of relief.

"please, will. please. i want you," samy got out.

the blonde smirked and decided to stop teasing for now. he helped her shimmy out of her sweats and underwear. they all fell to the floor and now her wet folds were on full display for him. will's mouth watered, his dick twitching again in the confines of his boxers at the sight.

"fuck, baby," he muttered.

"please, please, please," she was a mess. will snapped from his gaze and carefully drew his finger through her folds, his finger immediately dampening.

he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. samy grinded against his fingers, her moans escaping into will's mouth which only made him kiss her harder.

"god, you're so wet. this all for me?" will didn't normally dirty talk her, but he couldn't help himself. his fingers slid along her pussy so easily and it was driving him insane.

"fuck, yeah. all for you, baby," samy managed.

he decided to stop teasing and slowly pushed two fingers inside. a gasp left his girl's lips that morphed into a breathy moan, "oh shit. shit, will."

"i fucking love your pussy," will kissed her again. his lips were harsh against hers, biting her bottom lip enough to leave a bruise.

he found a steady pace with his fingers, loving the way she withered beneath him and begged for more. his lips found her nipples again, hoping to get her to her climax. samy's fingers tugged hard in his curls, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. he liked the feeling against his scalp and when she pulled extra hard, will felt himself throb. he resorted to rubbing his hips against her thigh to relieve some of the ache down there, but his main focus was still samy's pleasure. he could tell she was close based on the way her body curled into him and her moans became quicker and sharper. he knew her body like the back of his hand at this point, so he pumped his fingers a bit faster, grinning in satisfaction at her pleasure.

"fuck baby, almost there. yeah, please don't stop. fuck," samy shut her eyes tight. she felt herself ready to let go, the feeling of will's fingers inside of her sending her brain into overdrive.

he bent them a specific angle and that was enough to send the girl over the edge. she thrusted her hips and arched her body into his, moaning out his name as she came undone onto his fingers. will's scalp burned from the harsh pull, but he was smiling seeing his girlfriend come undone for him. her lewd moans were just enough for him to come undone himself in his boxers, his own juices coating the cotton material around his throbbing cock.

"shit, shit," samy came down from her high as will pumped a few more times before removing his fingers. they were wet and sticky with her juices and without thinking, her licked them clean.

the brunette stared at him in awe and relief, swiftly bringing his lips down to hers for a kiss. she could taste herself on him. "you're incredible," will grinned.

"didn't know you had that up your sleeve," samy smirked and the boy just shrugged. he sat up more, admiring how her pussy clenched around nothing, still recovering from the stimulation.

he couldn't help himself as he leaned down and swiped a single lick over her still wet folds. samy jumped the overstimulation, "fuck, will."

"you taste so good," the boy mumbled. his adrenaline was still pumping and it must've been the stamina from being an athlete because will still had more in him. he hooked his arms round samy's thighs to bring her closer and just started going to town on her.

the soccer player squirmed above him, the overstimulation hitting, but the feeling of his mouth on her felt too good to push him away. instead, she let him kiss, suck, and lick her pussy to his heart's desire. it was such a good thing no one was really in the house or else they'd never hear the end of it for the rest of the summer.

"god, fuck, will. you're so good at this," samy mumbled, her fingers findings his hair again. she started tugging based on how good it felt, so will used her guidance to make her feel good.

if he could, he'd do this all the time. her moans were going straight to his dick again and he didn't even know if he softened after the first time because he throbbed like crazy. still, samy's pleasure was his top priority. he pressed his hips into the bed and just hoped that would be enough to settle his own desires.

"fuck i'm close again," the girl moaned. her second climax came a lot faster this time after being worked up from getting fingered. will wasn't complaining though. he worked his mouth harder against her cunt to bring her to her second orgasm.

samy pushed her head into the pillow, will's name leaving her lips like a mantra as she crashed down on her second high. her whole body stuttered and shook all while the hockey player smiled in satisfaction. he prided himself knowing no one else could make her feel like this.

"fuck, fuck baby. shit," samy was completely fucked out, but relaxed as she briefly closed her eyes. will climbed back up the bed, groaning briefly when his cock brushed against her thigh.

she pulled him down to her lips again, a smile on her features. "i love you."

"i love you more. do you believe me when i tell you how beautiful you are now?" he cheesed and samy playfully rolled her eyes.

"you're so corny," she felt his boner against her leg and a small smirk replaced her loving smile. she watched him hiss when she moved her thigh enough to rub against him.

"fuck," the boy cursed.

"i think it's my turn to return the favor."

they spent the rest of the morning in samy's bedroom taking care of one another. when luke went looking for samy needing her for something he was stopped in his tracks by jack. the middle hughes looked confused.

"what?"

"you don't wanna go up there," jack said simply.

"why?" luke crinkled his nose in confusion.

"just trust me, dude," the older brother said and luke still didn't get it until they heard faint moans coming from upstairs. the boy's face paled as he understood.

"i'll be outside then," he spun on his heel to get outside as fast as possible.

"i think i'll join you," jack rushed after him to leave the house for the two.

[darkenedroses-world]

You Heard That? — Smii7y x Reader

🔹 F!Reader 🔹 Mutual Pining 🔹 Reader Finds Out First 🔹 Smii7y Is Down Bad 🔹 “You’re Too Good For Me” Energy 🔹 Soft Flirting🔹 Lingering Touches 🔹 Compliment Warfare 🔹 Teasing Until He Breaks 🔹 Soft Confession 🔹 Request 🦋

You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. Really. You’d just walked passed his room to the kitchen to grab your water bottle—you didn’t know Smii7y was still in the call with the guys, let alone mid-conversation about you. “…I don’t know, man. She’s just—she’s cool. Like, intimidatingly cool.” You froze just outside the door. “She’s funny, chill, super talented… It’s not just a crush. I genuinely think she’s out of my league.” Grizzy snorted. “You’re acting like she wouldn’t say yes if you asked.” “I’m not gonna ask,” Smii7y replied, almost sheepish. “She’s too good for me. I’d rather be her friend than risk making shit weird.” Your heart full-on dropped. And then started sprinting. He liked you. And that’s why he never made a move? You backed away from the door quietly, cheeks burning.

Your brain was already spinning—rapid-firing every interaction, every time you caught him staring when he thought you weren’t looking, every “accidental” brush of his hand against yours. This changed everything. But instead of confronting him right away, a new idea bloomed. You’d play it slow. See how long it took for him to crack. It started small. You let your hand linger a little longer when you passed him the controller. Smiled a little softer when he made you laugh. Nudged your knee against his on the couch and didn’t move it when he flinched. He noticed. You knew he noticed—because he suddenly couldn’t meet your eyes. Then came the compliments. You always complimented him here and there, but now? You made sure to sprinkle them in with just enough weight to land. “You look really good today, by the way.” “Hmm?” You smiled sweetly.

“The hoodie. The hat. It’s working for you.” He blinked. Stammered something incoherent. You moved on like you hadn’t just sent him into cardiac arrest. The next day? “You always smell really good. Is that cologne or just naturally infuriating?” He dropped his water bottle. And it only got worse (better?) from there. By the end of the week, he was unraveling. He couldn’t sit next to you without stiffening like a board. Couldn’t speak without stuttering if you so much as touched his arm. Couldn’t go two minutes without looking at your lips and then immediately looking anywhere else. And you? You were thriving. Until one night—you overdid it. You leaned over his shoulder, breath brushing his ear as you reached across him on the couch to grab the remote. “Sorry,” you murmured, lips dangerously close to his neck, “just need this.” He snapped. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just… quietly cracked. He set the remote down, turned to you, and looked you dead in the eyes with that rare, serious expression he usually hid behind jokes.

“Okay,” he said softly. “What’s going on?” You blinked. “What?” “You’ve been doing this all week,” he said, voice low and nervous and very much trying to stay calm. “You’re touching me more. Saying stuff. Looking at me like that. It’s messing with me.” He let out a shaky breath. “And I don’t know if I’m going crazy, or if I should just say something and ruin everything, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t want you.” Silence. Your heart was pounding. He ran a hand through his hair, finally looking away. “Sorry. Just—forget it. I know I’m not—” You leaned in. And kissed him. Gentle. Slow. Like a secret you were finally ready to share. When you pulled back, he looked completely stunned. You smiled. “You’re not going crazy.” He blinked. “Wait… what?” “I heard you.” “Huh?” “In the kitchen. When you said I was out of your league.” He groaned. Covered his face. “Noooo—” You pulled his hands away, still smiling. “I liked what I heard.” “Wait—so this whole week you’ve just been—” “Yup.” He stared at you, stunned. Then shook his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re evil.” You kissed him again. “Took you long enough.” And this time, he kissed you back without hesitation.

It wasn’t even five minutes after that first kiss that you found yourself curled up on the couch—half on top of him, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders, both of you completely tangled and way too warm, but neither of you cared. You could feel his heart still pounding under your hand. Smii7y tucked his chin on top of your head, exhaling a shaky breath. “So… that really just happened?” You nodded, your voice muffled against his chest. “Yup.” He paused. “And you… planned that?” “Mhm.” Another pause. “You’re actually evil.” You smirked. “And you’re kind of an idiot.” He pulled back just enough to stare at you, mock-offended. “Excuse me?” “You really thought I was too good for you?” His ears were pink. “Well… yeah.” You tilted your head. “That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” “Oh c’mon, that’s definitely not true—” “It is.” He stared at you, clearly waiting for you to say more. So you did. “You’re smart. Hilarious. Sweet as hell when you think no one’s looking. You make me feel like I don’t have to pretend to be anything I’m not.” His eyes softened. You reached up to gently push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“And also you look insanely hot in these, so I was doomed anyway.” His face went red in real time. “Stop,” he groaned. You laughed, snuggling back into him. “Nope.” He let out a breathy little laugh and kissed your forehead, still trying to process everything. You could tell—his fingers kept twitching where they rested on your arm, like he was double-checking that this was real. After a minute, he whispered, “So… what now?” You looked up. “Now? We keep doing this.” “Cuddling?” “Kissing. Teasing. Driving each other insane. Being cute and gross and dating.” He blinked. “Okay. Yeah. Cool. I can do that.” You grinned. “You better. I worked hard for this.” “You worked hard?” “I carried the whole flirt-to-confession pipeline on my back.” “Oh my God.” “Admit it.” “…Fine,” he said, pouting. “You win.” “Damn right.” He kissed you one more time—slow, sure, happy. And you melted right back into his arms like you’d belonged there the whole time.

[aellesira]

— OUR ENEMY, MY LOVER. (PART 2)

pairings, sethos x princess reader, royal au.

summary, "and now that we can finally be together, i promise to love you today, tomorrow, and forever." 5.2k words.

content, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, reader has brothers and a father for plot (no dialogue just mentions), heart-broken characters.

notes, finally bro!! this was so long to do... finally finally

The night air was cool against your skin, the only warmth offered by Sethos' body next to yours. You were both hiding behind a large tree among many others surrounding a small pavilion a little farther out from the palace. Away from everyone. Your eyes were straining to see anything in the dark at this time of night. “Sethos, I don’t see anything—” 

“Shh.” You looked over to see what Sethos was looking at. Oh, and just a little over an hour earlier…

“You… you did? You found evidence for his cheating? Then, show it to me. Show me the proof.” Sethos shook his head.

“In the dead of night, you’ll have to wait. Thing is, Cyno doesn’t have a mission until the day after tomorrow. He doesn’t need to prepare tonight. [Name], he lied to you so he could see Nilou.” Your heart twisted. There was no way, right? “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll come back in an hour. Be ready.” Oh, he just couldn’t see the hurt on your face.

And now the pain on your face was much more than he could bear. You could hear quiet whispers of secrecy, because when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you saw it. The last evidence, the final piece to the puzzle you'd been trying to solve for so long. Your face then morphed into a hollow expression, devoid of any hint of what was going on in your head.

“Mm, Cyno? When do you have to leave again? I miss you…” Nilou whispered as Cyno held her close. A romantic moment, one that you hadn’t shared with him yourself in quite a while. How could someone as sweet and innocent as her do something so selfish to you? Who knows?

“Two days. I told [Name] that I was leaving tonight, but I’m going to stay at your palace for a while, alright?” Cyno showed Nilou a softness that he never showed anyone, not even you. He smiled a little when Nilou hid her face at the sound of your name, seemingly perturbed. “Don’t worry about her, please. You are all I think about, I promise.” But Nilou shook her head.

“It’s not that…” She bit her lip. “But… Cyno, don’t you feel guilty for all this? She’s my friend, and your lover — and yet I can't keep away from you…” Cyno seemed to consider this for a second, but brushed the topic off, sensing Nilou’s worry. He continued to hold her, kissing her.

You couldn’t believe it.

The man you loved so dearly, cheating on you with your best friend. Guilt, although ever present in their hearts, even if only a little, did not seem to sway them to keep their desires to themselves. Sethos had to cover your mouth and get you out of there before you broke down, right then, right there.

—

Okay, Sethos absolutely adored you and everything you ever did. Even now. But, crying for the past hour over someone who, in hindsight, made it so painfully obvious didn’t love you anymore was the thing about you that Sethos… didn’t quite adore. Especially now that he’d confirmed it for you.

“[Name]? Hey, look here… [name]...[name]! Princess, I know this is tearing you apart… it hurts. I get it.” he murmured, snapping you out of your breakdown. He moved closer to you. “But why do you still bother with him?” You didn’t take it very well, when he told you to deal with Cyno. 

“S-Sethos.”

“I know you don’t want to create drama in the palace. Believe me, me neither. I hate that stuff. Or… but… maybe…” he looked you dead in the eye. “Maybe you’re just too loyal?”

“...Sethos, that’s not—”

“Because if that’s not it, what is it?” Sethos tried his absolute best to keep calm. Not one for arguments, he always tried his best to keep all his relations positive, and especially you, who he loved so much, but this was really starting to get to him. “You know what they’re doing behind your back, and yet you just do nothing about it!” He let out an annoyed sigh.

“I love you, you’re my best friend. But I can’t keep watching Cyno hurting you,” His gaze hardened at your silence. “I just want him to stop hurting you; you don’t deserve this happening to you, princess.” He mumbled.

Even so, you weren’t so sure. You loved Cyno immensely, so much that a part of you was simply denying that Cyno didn’t love you anymore. And Cyno did love you. Just not as much as he loved Nilou. 

“Sethos, I don’t know… you know that I still—” 

“Still love Cyno?” he chuckled wryly, a pained edge to his words. “You hesitate. You always hesitate. Do you—” He swallowed. “Do you love him so much that you’ve become completely blind? Blind to others around you? To me? I love you so much. I love you. And you? You can’t see it.”

He bit down on his tongue, trying to stop himself from beginning an argument with you, but it was no use. His emotions were pouring out now, and as much as he did his best to suppress them, he couldn’t.

“Why don’t you ever notice what I do for you?” Sethos, a usually talkative and confident person, now seemed to you so small, and vulnerable, his good-natured attitude replaced with one of melancholy. He looked defeated. Hurt.

“I’m always the one you go to when you need someone’s shoulder to cry on. Will I ever be more than that to you, in your eyes?” His words were more directed towards himself, you noted. He looked back up at you, his intense green eyes now dull. There was a moment of prolonged silence. “But if I’m not worth it, I definitely understand how you view me now.” He stood up, his gaze not meeting yours.

“Sethos, don’t misunderstand.” You were both feeling a flurry of emotion. Him, vulnerability and anger. And you… your mind was playing something he said earlier on constant repeat. I love you. Not a platonic love, he made that clear with the way he looked at you; for only a second, soft. His words. You had to admit, you had at the very least considered it. Being with him.

“Don’t misunderstand what? That you would rather stay with a man who won't even look at you, than with the enemy, your best friend, who would do absolutely anything for you? Who’s so madly in love with you it hurts? You’re one of a kind, princess. A lovely, kind, beautiful princess. But I suppose the enemy of the kingdom should’ve known better than to dream of earning the princess’s affections, am I wrong?” he turned to the window, his back facing towards you. 

“Don’t go, Sethos, please; let’s talk—” You got up to try and follow him to block the way from your window. He roughly pushed you to the side. A respectful man, Sethos was, he had never once raised his hand on a woman. Not that the shove hurt or anything, or was particularly harsh on you, but the action was just so careless. He seemed almost sorry for shoving you only a second later, so he stopped.

“I’m tired, you know? I just… wish that you would see me the way I see you. I’ll say it again. I love you. Really.” A dark shadow cast over his face, and he turned his head over to look at you over his shoulder. “Come find me when you stop holding onto your toxic relationship and open your eyes.”

A stinging, searing pain bloomed in your chest, and you winced, holding your heart in distress. You couldn’t stop crying for the rest of that night.

When the pools of tears cascading down your cheeks eventually dried, you felt empty and hollow. Guilty. Without Sethos’ presence, you felt just as lonely as you did before Sethos had made it a habit to come to see you.

His words weighed on your mind. It was true, wasn’t it? He cared about you, more than Cyno did. And not just as your dear friend, he loved you, romantically. How didn’t you see it before? You’d only ever thought of his care as friendly, but now…

The moon grew higher, painting the marble floor in beautiful streaks of light.You were still awake, and the only thing on your mind was him. Sethos. The enemy. Your friend. Was he still your friend now? Why did he suddenly confess his feelings like that? 

It was like this for a few days, and those days became weeks. Sethos did not grace you with his presence, the growing bouquet of flowers starting to wither. You did think he was tired of his unreciprocated feelings — which, you realized, your longing for him and excitement to see him was actually because you returned his feelings — and he wished to move on. It was as though he’d vanished, and for a moment you considered if something bad had happened to him. You were also terribly lonely.

You often spent the night thinking. One night was particularly horrible. Guilt gnawed at you, and slowly you realized that you gave Cyno too much importance. You had to do something. Restless, you sat up. Your head hurt, and sleep was not coming to you anytime soon. Bleary-eyed, you continued your musings in silence, and suddenly…

An arrow pierced through your room, through the open window that you kept so Sethos could come back, perhaps as an attempt to entice him.. The arrow struck the wall, and stuck to it was a piece of parchment. In the dark it was hard to make out, but when you approached it carefully, you managed to identify the all-too-familiar handwriting. 

The last remnants of sleep wore off, and now you were wide awake. Suddenly energetic.

My princess, I wish to speak with you.  Come to the window if you want to see me. I’m sorry. <3  - Signed, S.

The little heart made your own heart flutter. Attached to the paper were some flowers, and now a little excitement filled you. Perhaps Sethos wanted to fix things up with you? You were curious. Intrigued! But… after five weeks of pain that you felt, why should you even consider it? You glanced at the window, bit your lip, and spent a few moments deciding… but ultimately you determined that your friendship with Sethos was too important to toss aside. 

You pulled on a robe over your nightgown, and ran a hairbrush that lay on your dresser through the tangles of your hair hoping that Sethos would excuse your hasty attempt to look somewhat presentable. You clutched the parchment in your hand. Peered down the window to see him. Although it was dark outside, it was unquestionably your best friend. Sethos. He looked up after a second, but he didn’t smile at you. But his face unquestionably seemed softer. Softer than the cold expression he wore the last time you’d seen him. In fact, he looked rather sheepish, so you wore an indifferent expression to hide the fact that you genuinely missed him to the point that your heart ached. Cyno was something of the past now, even his constant absence didn’t affect you as much as Sethos did.

“Princess.” Relieved, he gestured for you to come outside. At this time? You’d never tried something like this before. You sneaking out. Usually, you snuck Sethos in. How would you get down, though? He seemed to have the exact same thought at the same time you did.

“How should I get down? Come get me, Sethos.” you whisper-shouted at him.

A contemplative look passed on his face, as if considering your request. “I suppose. You princesses are unable to do anything for yourself.” he rolled his eyes half-heartedly, before he climbed up the distance between the ground and your bedroom window within a few silent minutes with skilful ease. 

He flashed his signature friendly smirk at you, a glint of playfulness in his eyes, and as much as you tried not to, you reflected his smile right back. He was back, and he was teasing you, just like he used to. Assuming your indifferent facade — although it was obvious you couldn’t keep up a front when it came to Sethos — you gave him a cold glare. Not as icy as you’d have liked, however.

“Why did you come back to see me after leaving me alone for so many weeks?” He paused, and then winced inwardly, and his face turned serious. 

“You hurt me, [Name]. I don’t know if you think I'd cave in and come back so easily.” That hurt. He didn’t mean it like that.

“You left me alone for five weeks.” 

Sethos hadn’t meant that either; he missed you just as much as you missed him, maybe even more. He’d needed time to think. And, right now, he needed to make it up to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and then he tried to forget the way you nearly recoiled— nearly. 

“I don’t think I want to talk to the enemy anyway.” Just as you turned away from him, he snatched your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving him. He looked determined — guilty, too — but he knew what he needed to do. 

He let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Can you stop being the princess for one second? Can’t you put away that royal attitude? Because you and I both know you’re not refusing to talk to me just because I'm the enemy. Stop acting and let’s just talk. Besides, I wanted to take you somewhere. So come on. Please.” He glanced down the window.

After yet another moment’s hesitance, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you next to him, and the next few moments were a bit of blur. He picked you up with ease, climbed out of the window, jumped out of the window, a few stumbles and tumbles… and then — your feet were back on the ground, the night sky hanging above you.

“There.” He cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. 

The biting cold wind blew violently, the chill of the wind in the night seeping slowly into your bones.  “Where are we going, Sethos?” Sethos seemed to notice that you were cold. He smiled, draping his shawl over your shoulders before taking your hand. Telling you to wait patiently as he started to lead you somewhere. Taking you a little away from the kingdom.

The walk was long but comfortable, and your mind was occupied with your surroundings. You’d never seen this place before. Not like you had seen much besides your own villages, and even then it wasn’t much.

This part of the Hiravia Kingdom was truly mesmerizing, you had to admit. The forest. 

It seemed to hum with life all around you, even at this time of night. The moon provided some light for you to look around, but even then it was dark and dim. You gazed up at the canopies, searching for sweet hummingbirds and robins that sang harmoniously. The path ahead of you was decorated in overgrown roots. Wildflowers sprung beneath your feet in vibrant hues. It was so different from the palace.

Sethos seemed as though he’d noticed your amazement, but he himself had been through here so many times. He knew the path he was taking. “What, have you never seen a forest before?” He asked you incredulously.

You shook your head. “I have, just not here. This place. Father doesn’t let us go into the forest… especially on our own. And even then, when I have my guards with me, it’s dangerous, Father says. This part of our kingdom… It's delightful! I can’t believe I've never seen it.” Accustomed to the grand and elaborate architecture of your kingdom, your palace, finished with veneers of gold and other lavish items, it was a stark contrast to the natural beauty of the world you’d never seen before. The starry night sky above glistened and twinkled as the two of you made your way.

At last, Sethos slowed down as you both arrived. Thick trees surrounded a small clearing, a small opening mostly covered by tall grass inviting you in. The clearing was hidden away, you thought. Like a private meeting place, and no one could find you there.

“You wanted to take me… here?” He nodded slightly at your question, never once letting go of your hand.

“I thought you’d like to see a sight in this world that I know you royals never see. Especially you princesses. You like it.” He looked down at you with a lopsided smirk, and sat down on the grass. He patted the space next to him. “Sit down with me, will you?” 

Your nose wrinkled. “On the grass?”

“You're not that prissy, are you? Come on.” 

“Fine.” You picked up your skirt, trying not to get it dirty, but the grass seemed relatively clean. You weren’t used to this, but Sethos urged you to sit down. You sat with your legs kept to the side awkwardly. Sethos found it funny how hesitant you were, but he supposed that he could understand. Not being used to this. But he got used to it, right? So why couldn’t you?

It was silent for a little while, only the sound of the wind howling and cutting through the air. Even with Sethos’ shawl over your shoulders, it was still chilly, but oh well. “Look up, [Name].”

Hanging above you was the night sky, clear of clouds. In the palace, the windows were closed before around nine, so you never really saw the sky at night, and when you did in wintertime, the clouds obscured the sky. Today, it seemed Sethos knew the full moon would be out, and looked so beautiful at that. To him, it was a pretty sight he saw often, but to you, it was absolutely breathtaking.

The stars looked so much brighter, as did the moon. Everything glittered, everything twinkled… Next to you, Sethos had also raised his head to look up, absorbing the sights, almost as entranced as you were.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Just like you.” 

“Just like me?” You were used to Sethos’ affectionate teasing, he always had a habit of calling you pretty and would find any and every excuse to compliment you, but you were just that amazing! But now, after his proclamation of his love to you a few weeks prior, his compliments now had new meaning. He nodded, his eyes never straying away from the moon.

Silence passed. It was only him and you at that moment, hidden away in the clearing. It was peaceful. Comforting. Finally, after a little more silence he spoke. Uttering words you’d never expected him to say.

“I am the crown prince of the Solara Kingdom.”

He was quiet, but loud enough for you to hear him. You snapped out of your stupor. He didn’t look at you first, keeping his gaze trained on the stars above, his eyes half-lidded. You only stared at him.

And then he glanced down at you, his eyes pierced yours. “Not that I was supposed to tell you that.” Smiling at you as if he’d told a joke, he turned to you. The silence held for a moment longer, but the truth he’d always told you bit by bit every evening was slowly coming into place now.

“They never teach you about us in school, do they? They only tell you that our monarchy perished a long time ago during the beginning of our kingdom’s mutual grudges. What they don’t tell you, is that my grandmother remained. And then she had my father. And then my mother had me. None of my family is left, [Name]. Your books don’t tell you that the enemy of the kingdom is royalty, and has had to flee from Solara.”

Because Father and my brothers are set on destroying your Kingdom, Sethos. Your kingdom, and you. And my brother has taken the role of the King, as a start. You felt horrible.

And suddenly everything made sense to you. Why Sethos knew the forest like the back of his hand, why your family loathed him as much as they did… but he still came to you every evening without fail. At least when things were normal.

His voice dropped down to a quiet whisper.. “Do you remember what I said to you that night, [Name]?” I love you. And you did remember what he’d said to you. You’d kept it close to your heart. Nodding, you waited for him to continue.

“What do you think?”

What did you think? After the time he left you, you were heartbroken, yes — but a lot of your free time was spent contemplating your feelings, those feelings that you desperately had to sort out. It led you to think about Sethos in a way that you as a usually honest and guiltless princess, or so you were perceived to be, had never thought about someone, not even your husband-to-be. 

Suddenly the late evening meetings, or even late night meetings, didn’t seem as innocent as you’d convinced yourself they were. Heat rises up in your cheeks just by thinking about it from an outside perspective, even to this day.

“What do I think…?” Maybe today you could repair your relationship with Sethos, and even he seemed to want the same thing. His eyes sparkled in the darkness. Loving Sethos… it didn’t seem like such a horrible thing. Quite the opposite, really — a two-sided romance between the two of you was just the thing you needed, and you were already healing from your heartbreak with Cyno. Oh, Cyno—

He took a deep breath. “Yeah. You never gave me an answer. Eh, not like it makes a difference, you’re Cyno’s—”

“I don’t love Cyno anymore.”

Sethos’ eyes widened at your admission. “You don’t?” He paused. He’d never say it, but… Sethos hadn’t expected that answer. A part of him felt that, maybe… you’d…

“You don’t love Cyno anymore?” He repeated when you stayed quiet, almost as if he was trying to process your words. Shock was apparent on his face, you loved Cyno so much it hurt you, but now you were saying something else completely. Shock was apparent on his face, but there was also a hint of something else.

Hope.

He looked a little lost for words, before he eventually spoke up, sitting up straighter and staring at you with his intense emerald eyes. Expecting an explanation. “Wait, really? You don't love Cyno anymore??” He faced you, a little smirk gracing his lips. He took your hands in his, pressing the side of his cheek against yours. Cute. “You really don’t? That’s… not what I was expecting! Y’know, considering how much you would say you loved him. Like, you really loved him…” 

“Yes, because I realized I love someone else.”

He backtracked. His own name never registered in his head. He only stared at you dumbfoundedly as you said that. “Huh?” Someone else. It didn’t occur to you either that you weren’t as clear with your words as you’d intended, assuming he’d already understood what you meant.

You took his face in your hands, going through with your confession. Sethos did say he liked you… five weeks ago. What if his feelings for you diminished “I was thinking about what you said, Sethos.” Taking a deep breath, you continued. “The person I like now…”

“It’s you.” It’s always been you. 

Shock registered on his face, and that shock contorted to disbelief, before his face finally decided to paint itself in utter joy. He said nothing for a few seconds, and then his arms found themselves wrapped around you. You hesitated, before relenting and embracing him back with even more delight. 

And suddenly the doubt, the hurt you both felt, for you because of his absence and for him because of your insistence to stay with Cyno, vanished. Sethos truly loved you, and you realized you did too, your eyes unblinded, as well as your heart. 

Your hug lasted a good while after that, Sethos feeling the smile on your lips against his shoulder. He nuzzled against the crook of your neck too, not wanting to let go of you so soon, not when this was the closest he’d ever been to you. Relishing it. 

“So,” He began, clearing his throat. Reluctant to let you go, he stayed glued to you, wanting to hear your pretty voice again. “What do you think of all this? Are we…” He trailed off, but his question was clear.

“Together now?” You chuckled, warmth rushing up on your face. To be with Sethos… What a lovely thought. Perhaps now, it would be a dream come true? You looked up at him with those pretty and sparkly eyes, and it made Sethos’ heart jump in his chest, just as it used to. He smiled softly, before capturing your lips in a fond kiss, taking you by surprise, but you quickly got used to it. 

“Yeah.” Together.

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Now, you would've felt extremely guilty about cheating on Cyno with Sethos if it hadn’t been for his own cheating. So, no remorse there. Still, you knew it was better to end things with Cyno. Sethos jokingly encouraged you to expose him, but you wanted to sit down and talk.

Cyno must’ve felt the change in atmosphere when one day you told him that you wanted to speak with him, because as soon as he stepped inside your room you fixed him with the most accusing glare you’d ever given him, but he supposed it was probably that — he hadn’t been so subtle, he knew that. Just… you were so naive and loving that he couldn’t imagine you finding out, or maybe you did, but loved him all the same, but you didn’t.

You were not some helpless damsel that needed him; Sethos taught you that.

“Cyno. Sit. Down.” It would be a pain to keep the anger out of your voice, so you never tried. All the pent-up emotion seemed to affect you — mostly heartbreak, but these days the sadness had transformed into burning-hot anger, now you realized you weren’t going to cry over a man — and taking a deep breath, you sat across from him.

“Cyno, I know what’s been going on, so please don’t lie to me.” Instantly, he knows you’ve clocked him. “You and Nilou look great together, honestly. But if you’d fallen out of love with me, you should’ve said something.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you—”

“But you did.” He looked down in admission, he wouldn’t try to deny it now and make things worse. Still you didn’t seem too upset, just perhaps… a little livid from getting cheated on. The princess.

“I won’t tell anyone about this; it’s not like many people know about us… and those who do, we’ll tell them it was a mutual break up. After a while, you could show your interest in Nilou, not too quick though, or people will suspect. Tell her everything alright.”

He didn’t understand why you would want to protect them after how they’d hurt you, and voiced this immediately. “Why are you helping us out? I hurt you and then—”

“It’s nothing, honestly. I’ve… found someone else.” You looked away for a moment. Jeez, you sure seemed to like cutting him off today… but he didn’t focus on that. He noticed, specifically, your last words. Someone else.

He opened his mouth to ask you about it, but his voice didn’t let him. A pang of jealousy hit him, but he supposed it wasn’t fair to feel like that now. He respected your willingness to not embarrass them in front of the whole kingdom, although you definitely could if you just wanted to. He nodded, and left your room… and he’d probably never come here now.

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Things have been getting better. Sethos’ secret relations with you only ever improved, and you could swear you were falling more and more in love with him every day that passed, and he could say the same thing! 

“You’re amazing, and I love you, and I want to show you how much I love you.” One night Sethos came and told you, kissing the back of your hand as a chivalrous gesture. That night, he revealed to you that your brothers and father had made the decision to leave to another kingdom and free theirs, placing the responsibility of the Kingdom to him. Things would not be so tense anymore.

The cause of your sudden happiness was surprising to your family members, the ones that were still here with you, but they simply thought nothing of it. Cyno’s departure didn’t seem to sway you at all, but in truth… 

In truth, one of the kingdom’s most notorious enemies, namely Sethos, had been coming at night to visit his lover; you, the honourable and lovely princess of the palace, now no longer engaged to the General. If anyone ever found out about your secret rendezvous with him, you could only imagine how people would talk… 

…But as of late, the tense relationships between the Hiravia Kingdom and the Solara Kingdom were getting noticeably better ever since your Father and your brothers left. A deal might’ve been struck? Sethos seemed to be hiding something from you… a secret, perhaps? One that made him happy, no doubt. He smiled a lot more, he teased you a lot more. You wondered, often, what he was so happy about now that he was ready to become King.

And today, you’d found out why. 

The atmosphere was certainly different… but not tense at all! There was a certain excitement flowing through the air, through the servants, your family members, you, and most importantly, through Sethos.

You were told that special guests would arrive tonight, and a banquet would be held as it was a special occasion. You dressed in your finest gown, ruffling it and picking up the skirt to twirl around in it in front of your mirror. You felt pretty. You were pretty. Still, the idea that ‘looking pretty would bring a better impression’ baffled you. When you arrived into the hall, everyone was utterly breath-taken, and you could hear the awestruck whispers of your beauty.

In front, there you saw it.

Sethos, sitting across the hall, looking utterly handsome in his luxurious clothes, and he’d noticed your appearance, looking as mesmerized by the mere sight of you as everyone else did. His reaction was a lot more special to you, though.

A representative from Solara, possibly a family figure of Sethos', spoke as soon as the murmurs died down. “Ah, Princess [Name]. It is absolutely an honour to meet you.” He turned to your family. Everyone around you grinned, including Sethos himself… just what was going on??

“We have requested for this royal banquet to be held by us in your residence to formally propose your hand in marriage to the next King of Solara, Sethos, to your daughter, the princess. What do you think, my lady?”

[the-autistic-vulcan]

The Righteous and The Wicked

Ch. 1: Will You be My Friend? (JOHN WALKER X F!READER)

Synopsis: Life seems to be throwing stones at you. Every instance you were in, somehow it went swirling down the toilet. You and John were pretty much in the same boat by the time you both got back in contact with each other. It's one phone call. How complicated can this be?

Warnings: talks of divorce, just overall bad stuff hitting our characters (they will never know peace), poor mental health, john being a bit of an asshole (he gets better, i promise), kind of ooc John Walker because I can

A/N: Reader is a former Black Widow but does odd jobs, any type of reader, Reader is female in the story, Reader's sexuality isn't made explicit in this chapter, beta read

A/N: I do imagine the reader's hair to be a bobcut (bc 'thunderbobs' is hilarious to me)

Note: Surprise! She's here early! Hope you guys enjoy!

word count: 2.5k

photo and gif credit: @blank-potato, softvttae, hannawaldenberg

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New York, 12:03 PM

It was midday when she woke up from a sleepless night. Her hair was strewn from the tossing and turning, her room swamped with clothes she swears she folded and put away, and her equipment still sitting on her bedside table - they had dried blood on them. Perfect. New York, as usual, was honking her horns, shouting down the street, and yapping about the danger of unlicensed heroes - glad she wasn't dealing with that anymore.

Y/n eventually gets up from bed and heads straight to her stereo player - a gift she was given by an old friend. She sticks her CD in and presses play. She began to pick up her room so she could at least see the floor she walked on.

The music helped set the mood - it was important for her. She folded the shirts, cleaned and put away her weapons and placed them in a secure little box that hid deep in her closet. Grabbing her towels, she later went to shower, the cold streams of water falling onto her skin to clear her of the oils and dirt that she could remove.

She wasn't doing well. She knew she wasn't. Y/n had pretty much gone radio silent when the Avengers were certainly no more, when SHIELD lost relevance, and, mostly, when some of her closest friends were lost in war with some purple space tyrant. All that, coupled with what the DSM-5 would call a psychological conspiracy, and she was set to go.

Once she got out of the shower and changed, she ran to her kitchen to grab something to eat - all she had was a packet of oreos, instant bubble tea and leftover Chinese food in the fridge. The stereo kept playing, blaring its music in all corners of the small apartment - her neighbours would hate her - but that's besides the point. She put the leftover food on a plate and put it in the microwave. All the while, scrolling through her phone, she browsed any of the news articles to see if any really gave her a kick. Nothing interesting unless you want to know celebrity gossip, congress meetings, and other frankly meaningless topics to keep people's gaze away from the city's nearly daily repairs.

One, however, did catch her eye - 'Captain America: Only a Concept'. It was something about an exhibition dedicated to Steve Rogers. Y/n knew him well, not very personally, but respected him when she was engaged with the Avengers in select moments. As she read through, she smiled fondly, only for a moment. Steve was kind to her, knew of her situation and bared no ill of her. Yet her face soured when a certain name was mentioned.

Now, they really knew each other. "...shit." She muttered under her breath.

She didn't think so fondly of him - they respected each other as soldiers and reluctant allies - but they weren't friends. Not in the slightest. But they had each other's contact. But they're not friends. At least, she thinks that.

As she ate her food, she contemplated. She hadn't heard from him in nearly a year. Maybe more than that when she thought about it. What was so hard about just calling. Or texting. What was so difficult, why is she making this difficult? No. He's probably busy. Maybe he isn't. Why they had each other's number, heaven knows why. But...just press 'call'. No.

She put her phone on the coffee table, pacing up and down the room. 'You're over thinking this', she thought, 'it's not like you've got anyone else, right?'

Well, she didn't have anyone else. This guy was her only contact. How hard is it to--

*99c Store Cap calling...*

He was calling. Oh no. She wasn't even prepared for anything like that happening - she dusted invisible dirt off, took a breath and swiped to answer.

"...yes?" She spoke.

"...Y/n?" He inquired.

"...John?" She questioned back.

"Yeah...it's me. Haven't heard from you-"

"Why are you calling me?" She asked, accusing, "...we haven't, uh, we haven't seen each other in like..."

"A year." He completed. "Yeah, uh...I've been going through a rough patch, right now. And yourself?"

And yourself? What was that supposed to mean? She stared at her living room, the food on the plate still, peering at the crack in her wall, and the pile of clothes still needing to be folded.

"I'm great." She lied.

"That's good. Hey, listen. Since we haven't exactly spoken in a long while, I was thinking, maybe we could...meet up?" He offered. In all fairness, actually talking to someone could do her some good. She thought for a moment.

"I, uh..." She replied, "I can't...I'm kind of busy." She lied again. She heard the audible disappointed sigh.

"Uh, yeah. That's okay. Just wondered. Let me know when you're free. I'll talk to you soon." He spoke, she couldn't see him, but a slight smile was on his face.

"M'kay...bye." Y/n hung up. 'How could I be so...downtrodden?' She thought, throwing her head in her hands like she was incapable of speaking. Maybe the feeling will blow over. Maybe.

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22:47 PM

She was still thinking about the conversation from this afternoon. His words rattling in her brain like she longed for conversation. Supposing she did go meet with him again, what would come out of it? What would she gain? What would he gain? Everyone had their reasons, and she had none? Impossible.

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the untouched message board of John. She typed, but then deleted it. Just play it cool, she thought. Not too cool, nonchalant. But still...care?

Soon, she just...got herself together and typed.

"Well...that was easy." She whispered to herself. She set her phone down and flipped over. Hopefully getting back in contact was worth it.

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Eagle Espresso, 9:20 AM

Y/n was often punctual - that was to an absolute fault. No matter the occasion, wedding, funeral, just a chat, or a life-changing conversation, she was always early. Never late. Never on time. That was how she conducted herself, and that didn't change. At least something was a constant - she was meeting someone she hadn't spoken to in over a year and having doubts of whether or not the meet up is truly serious.

She turned the corner on 4th Street to the coffee shop. It was her favourite place to go, besides the Natural History Museum and the library. It was quiet, calm and there was nothing major ever going on. Eagle Espresso, for lack of better explanation, sort of just showed up near her street - it was still in its infancy, only being around for about three years. Yet she went any time she got a chance to.

She found a booth, right by a window that faced the street. It wasn't picturesque, but it was her spot. Always. She pulled out her phone, reading the time: 9:30 AM.

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John was on the bus from his place. The cart rattling about from left to right, crowded to its brim with businessmen, school kids, the regular joes, and himself. He was lost in his own head, also. He thought about what exactly led him up to this point. For all he knows, she could be leading him into a trap, why else did she take long to respond? But, uncharacteristically, he gave her the benefit of good conscience.

He felt his phone buzz as the bus halted at the stop, he got off in the crowds and pulled out his phone once safely on the next bus over.

He couldn't help but smile a little at her texts. But his smile would falter slightly when seeing the coffee shop just a few buildings down from his final stop.

He walked with a fairly confident stride, but he had an air of clueless purpose. 'Why did I agree to this?' He thought to himself, the stride still greatly moving. He didn't have time to think for a moment, since in a matter of seconds, he was at the entrance. He took a breath, stepped inside and looked for Y/n - unfortunately, he was having second thoughts.

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She sat back in the booth chair. not really paying much mind to her surroundings, but was sucked back in when she saw someone walk in. He was dressed in a blue zip-up sweater, washed out jeans, work boots and dog tags dangling at his neck.

It was John. At least, she thinks it is. He had a beard, he was clean-shaven since she last saw him.

She stood up, and called out, "...Walker."

Once that name slipped from her lips, they just stared at each other for a moment. Taking each other in. Heavens it had been a long time coming.

"...L/n." He called back, a relieved smile appearing on his face. "...Been a while, huh?"

"Yeah, sure has." She spoke, gesturing for him to sit down with her. He sat in the booth chair across from her, trying to get comfortable. He noticed her own subtle attire - a plain white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers and her jacket - one she always wore.

10:06 AM

It got quiet again, until Y/n decided to speak again. "I'm happy you could make it. I didn't know whether you'd get here or not..."

John shrugged, "Well, I was spending the bus ride thinking it was some ploy for a mission, or something, so I guess you're not alone in that--"

"Do you seriously think I'd reach out for that reason?" She replied, "Firstly, you reached out to me. Secondly, if it was a ploy, you wouldn't be sitting here in front of me - you would've been dragged out back." Just as she said that, one of the waitresses came by with her pad in hand.

"Hiya, what can I get ya?" She asked, sweetly.

Y/n composed herself again, ordering, "I'd like a Caramel Frappuccino, with coffee and cream, please." She then gestured to John to order.

"I'll have a Mocha, extra caffeine." He requested. As soon as the lady left, they both sighed, partially in relief. "...you are so damn lucky she didn't hear that last part."

The former spy brayed. "Whatever. Besides, it's not like I can do that anymore. I do odd jobs now - New York never sleeps. Neither does the crime." She tapped the table aimlessly. "And yourself? You said you were in a rough patch over the phone. Why's that?"

John visibly tensed, his posture fixed. "Um, yeah. Wow...yeah, rough patch..." He stumbled, but ultimately tried to keep himself as in control of himself as possible.

"Uh, let's see. Last year alone...Captain America title - no more of that. Like I said in the text, my stuff was confiscated so I have nothing," he started, and it was only going to get loose from there, "my wife, Olivia, she left me. Took my son with her. We're supposed to be going to custody talks later. How much later, I have no clue. Life has been nothing but monotonous and frankly I'm tired of it--"

He was about to fly off the handle, but the waitress came back with our drinks. We politely thanked her, then we turned back to each other. Y/n interjected.

"I...I didn't realize it got so bad. Why didn't you call sooner? I would've helped." She said, sipping her drink. "...what stopped you?"

"You were busy." He replied, "Plus you were with Bucky and Sam at the time, things just fell apart from there..."

"Bucky and Sam have nothing to do with this. I may not have understood why you were Cap at the time, but I respected you. Didn't a call matter to you?"

"Didn't a call matter to you when Lemar died in front of us both?"

She knew he was going to bring this up. Lemar was important to him, more important that Y/n sometimes realized. She didn't know him personally like John did. She took a breath.

"Don't bring this on me, John..." She spoke, "We both know what happened to Lemar was awful. What was said was awful. I can own up to that." Y/n leaned back in her booth chair, contemplating. "...why did you call me now?"

A silence hung in the air, more so from slight tension more than awkwardness. John leaned forward, placing his hands on his warm mug, "Because I've got no one." He then looked up from his mug, "Why did you answer?"

She shrugged, and replied, "Because I haven't got anyone, either."

They both sipped their drinks. "I'm sorry all of that happened to you. If you called sooner, I would've made my best efforts to help. I just want you to know that."

They stared at each other for a bit, as if studying the lines and curves of the stress of it all. They both had tough lives. Whilst they would never align in experiences, there was always something that they could agree on. Stress lines and any sort of details like that were interesting to them both - whether it was scars from previous punch-ups, marks from menial activities, or just experiencing the borderline of completely deteriorating...

John's lips pulled into a tight line. "I'm sorry. I just--"

"I get it." Y/n spoke, "...we're both a mess." They both chuckled. They then stared again, until John spoke up.

"...those odd jobs. Anything interesting in that?" He asks.

"Well, aside from a good ass kicking, nothing particularly interesting. I come home with a bloody forehead every other week." He laughed a little, it was nice to hear it. "...if you're looking for something to do with yourself whilst in your slump, I'm afraid this isn't gonna be it."

John smirked, "Please, L/n, I can handle myself. I'm not a damsel."

"No, but your record needs cleaning. I'm a lost cause, don't get mixed up in that." She advises, knowing fully well he won't listen.

"I'm not getting mixed up with a vigilante." He retorts, "I'm getting mixed up with a friend.

"Oh, so I'm your friend now?" She laughs, "Very funny." But in all this, she smiles, a genuine smile - one she hadn't given someone in a long while.

"Will you be my friend?" A brief silence descends.

"I will." She replied.

With that, they finished their coffees and talked like old school friends. Some laughing, some venting and just enjoying each other's company. It felt like they were there for a few minutes.

In reality, they were there for almost three hours.

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John's House, 14:17 PM

John had later arrived home. He removed his zip-up sweater and threw it down on the couch, he kicked off his work boots into a corner and he sat in his armchair, staring out of the window of his house. The sky was still grey - but for the brief time he was out, the sun was close to blinding.

He pulled his phone out and stared at Y/n's message board. He typed.

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She smiled as she read the messages. She was sitting on her couch, he feet propped up and soft music playing in the background, letting her drown out the noise of the outside.

Now they had each other. After so long, they both had peace again...

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Published: 28/05/2025

Taglist: @fandoml0vers @addywqlker @scre4mera @ratcatcher2world @olivia21blunt @linkpk88 @lovelyvaderx @dolphdrago, @king814318

[allisie]

Hi, I love your writing ❤️

could I request something for Nate? like he and the reader are fighting and she gets hurt because he scared her and then he apologize? thank you 🥰

Simply Us

nate jacobs x reader

Euphoria Masterlist

NB // for some reason, when asked to write kinda angst stuff, I almost never follow script.

⚠️ warning ⚠️: Nate being a closer representation of his tv counter part, talk of insecurities, nate choking reader,

"Your fucking him aren't you. You trap me into this picture-perfect relationship and then go open your legs behind my back. Huh," Nate whispers into my ear. I had just gotten back from hanging out with Fez all evening at the convenience store.

"Jacobs what the fuck are you talking about," I ask.

"I should have known you're just like her, just repackaged. At least she looked the part of my perfect girl. At least she had the decency to do that much work in the relationship," Nate continued, his voice getting louder. Nate put his hands on the counter in front of me, effectively trapping me as he pushed his body onto mine.

"Why are you saying this? I didn't do shit. What are you talking about? I love you and you alone," you whisper, turning to face him. Placing your water on the counter.

"Did I say shit about love....... and you should be the first to know you don't need love to fuck someone. How can I ever trust you again" Nate moved his hands to my head.

"That's the thing with relationships, nate. You have to trust the other person in the relationship," I reply, my eyes searching his face for any signs of him believing my words.

"And have I ever, tested your trust. Tell me, when have I ever made you question my love for you," He asks, his hands moving to my neck. His eyes stared into mine.

"First month into dating, you still left flowers in Maddy's locker every day. Drove her to school, stayed at her house when you got wasted drunk," I state without a second of hesitation. Nate made me feel second to Maddie early in our relationship, and I would have left if it wasn't for the night he realised that I wouldn't stay if he didn't stop.

"Shut the fuck up," Nate shouts, "That was forever ago."

"Two hundred and seventy-nine days. You have no idea what it feels like being in a relationship with someone who loves someone else, but what else would I expect from THE NATE JACOBS, STAR QUARTERBACK, you will never have to feel how I felt," I shouted back.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't know what your talking about, you don't know me," Nate replied, his grip around my neck tightening.

"But I do, Nate. I have loved you since I was ten. Before Maddy, before you decided to become the buffest guy in the grade, I loved you when no one knew who you were in school. Then it all changed in one summer," I reply softly, my eyes filled with tears and my hands around his wrists.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING!!" Nate shouts, his face turning red and his grip on my throat increasing.

"THEN TELL ME! OR AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! MAYBE I SHOULD GO GET MADDY!" I shout back before reaching up and slapping Nate across his face. Nate grip loosens around my neck as he tales a step back, and I move, putting more distance between us.

"I swear to god, I will kill you," Nate states after regaining his bearings. His eyes locked onto me.

"Do your worse. Just know that I love you until my last breath," I respond, tears falling down my face.

It was a couple of hours before we could look each other in the face. My neck had started to bruise in the shape of Nate's hand, and his face was scratched from my nails. I hid away in his bedroom while he sat in his bathroom. Walking out of his bathroom, Nate sees me sitting on his bed, my clothes exchanged for one of his shirts, and my hair pulled out of my face.

"Your hurt," Nate whispers.

"It doesn't matter, are you okay. Did I hurt you," I respond as I start to get out of bed.

"Yeah, I am fine. Let me take a look at you," Nate states, making his way over to me before I could even put my foot on the ground. He gently moves my head so he can see my bruising neck, "That looks serious. It's starting to bruise badly."

"I'll just cover it up. It's fine. You didn't mean it," I whisper as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Stop justifying that shit. You should be running from me. Why are you so calm right now?" He asks before I pull him down into a kiss.

"I love you," I whisper again his lips.

"Your fucking crazy, you know that right,"

"Isn't that why you love me tho," I say, pulling him into another kiss.

"I am sorry," Nate whispers.

"I know," I whisper back.

[vvinterr]

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Angst, cheating, JJK

Chapter 1

He was your first love, and you hoped the last one. He was not only handsome but kind and made you laugh all the time. Honestly, you couldn't believe you had such an amazing boyfriend. It was overwhelming how much you loved him. You really thought this fairytale would last forever. Until something shifted, changed, and crumbled in your relationship. You didn't notice at first the cracks on the surface of your relationship. Missed call one evening, ignored message on morning after. Maybe he was busy, you thought. Then cracks started getting bigger. You only see him in the mornings now because of sudden tasks at work.

You refuse to let yourself believe that your loving husband could betray you. So you try to ignore cold and ugly feeling of loneliness, which grows day by day. And now you are sitting in the kitchen waiting for him to return home. It is already past midnight, dinner cold and untouched. You were together five years by now. When you met him the first time, you thought he was too loud, his presence a bit overwhelming, not to mention he also looked like someone who might break your heart. But Satoru was persistent in pursuing you, and eventually, you gave in. The sound of turning key pulls you out of your memories. You flinch and wait for him to come in. His quiet steps stop when he sees you in the kitchen.

- Oh, sweetheart, what are you doing this late? - he asks you with a surprised look on his face, hair disheveled.

- Waited for you, though we could have a dinner together - you simply said, shifting your gaze to the wooden surface of the table.

- Why are you so late, Satoru? - you say with quite voice.

- I got caught in work, sorry I should have warned you I would be late. There is so much stuff going on in the office, - he says, trying to soun nonchalantly. Like everything is fine, like there is no growing distance between you.

- Again? Satoru, it has been months since we had dinner together, I barely see you now, and we live together - you say, sudden rage grabbing you by the throat.

- Babe, let's not do this now again. We can talk about it tomorrow, I promise - he says, running hand over his hair. He sounded slightly irritated, like you were unreasonable. The same thing happened a week ago when you tried to talk to him.

- When, Satoru? Let's talk now, tell me what's going on - your voice cracked.

Your loving boyfriend sighs heavily and sits beside you. For a while, none of you says a word. You patiently look at him, urging, begging with your eyes to open up, explain, apologize - to do anything so you both could solve this and back to how you used to be.

But Satoru doesn't see your watery gaze, doesn't react right away. Then he takes your hands in his, cradling them, like he is trying to sooze you.

- It just, I am tired, you know. Everything is hectic right now at the office, our company is preparing for the big deal, and I can't slack on it. And I am sorry for making you feel neglected, I promise I will make up for it - he looks at you finally, seeking understanding, his cerulean eyes piercing with guilt.

- I don't know Satoru. You have been so distant lately, I can't even imagine what's going on in your head right now. If there's something you want to tell me, something I should know, please tell me now - your eyes shining with tears, threatening to fall, as you search your boyfriend eyes to reveal hidden truth.

- There is nothing I hid from you, you can trust me - Satoru says with reassuringly squeezing your hands.

- I promise I will fix everything, you don't need to worry - he says.

You really want to believe him, so after your teary outburst, he is cradling you in bed until you fall asleep peacefully for the first time in a while. In the morning, you both have breakfast together, first one in a while too. Your aching heart starts to calm down. You will be alright, it's just a faze, you say to yourself, feeling energetic now. Maybe you should stop by him at lunchtime and surprise him, you think.

You decide to do so, and now you are at the Satoru's office, with lunch in hand. Usually, Satoru always had his lunch in the office, so this time sure wasn't an exception. At the reception you are greeted by the secretary, Satoru's coworker, Ichiji. He informs you that Satoru is occupied with visitors and suggest to wait for him. You sat by his cabinet, from where you hear faint voices. A few minutes after the door opens and you see your boyfriend accompanied by an aged man and young woman. They were laughing at something. At first, they didn't notice you engaged in conversation.

- I am glad we came to an agreement. Everything should go smoothly from no on - with a satisfied smile said unknown man.

- I am glad too, we should celebrate our deal, after all regulations of course - politely smiled Satoru.

- Yeah, we totally should! You know Satoru, we could go to that restaurant we discovered last time - beamed a young woman.

Satoru smiled in response, and then his gaze stopped on you, his smile faltering.

- Oh, it's already a lunchtime. We will catch up later, Mr. Sakana, miss - he slightly bowed to the man and woman.

- But I thought we could have lunch together, - said she with a pout on a pretty face.

- Hello, Satoru, - you decided to reveal yourself, eyes catching intently watching your boyfriend.

- Hello, sweetheart, - Satoru answered with an awkward smile.

Woman's mouth made an 'o' figure as her eyes were darting between you two.