#i thought i was good at finding things but this one just keeps not being available

[rafesangelita]

♡ not only is rafe cameron your mortal enemy, but he’s also, unknowingly, your nsfw tumblr mutual??

warnings: mean!rafe, enemies to ???, sexting, dirty talk, sending and receiving of nudes, mentions of death, very light angst, mentions of social status, insults used as flirting loll, small time skip

a/n: this is sorta canon, only in the sense that ward is dead and rose is off somewhere with wheezie. i might just make this a mini series, let me know what you think <3

wc: 1.8k

rafe hated you.

maybe not all of you, because in his eyes, along with everyone else’s.. you were hot as shit. there was no denying that. your bitchy attitude not only amused rafe more than half the time, but it turned him on too. he’d watch you from a distance as you cleared the couch for you and your friends to sit on with a single glance, everyone making way for you like you were some kind of princess. which you clearly were, he just couldn’t understand why.

why did you turn him on so much? his best bet was because while everyone bent to his will, he knew that you’d never even spare him the time of day, and if you did it was because he had to work for every single ounce of your attention. no one else on this island would ever make him do that, no one on this island wouldn’t dare challenge him, but you? he’d take your bossiness and catty remarks any day.

the real question is; why did he hate you at the same time?

for starters; you had your family. your picture perfect mommy and daddy were plastered on every single newspaper in both the island and the mainland, the two of them getting praised for their line of successful businesses and work ambition. you were the only child, which was something rafe fantasized about being when his dad was still here. it irritated him that you had all of the attention and recognition that he never had. he felt even worse about it because unlike him, you didn’t even have to do anything in order to get praise and appreciation from your parents. you just got it for simply existing.

rafe on the other hand was nothing but a disappointment to ward when he went above and beyond just to get nothing, not even a single ‘i’m proud of you, son.’ before his dad up and died. rafe was already fueled by rage, but now? now that he had an entire island looking at down on him everywhere he went with false pity? he was out for blood. getting in meaningless fights, purposely doing stupid things that he knew he’d get hurt doing just to feel something.

he grew reckless and raised hell in every establishment and party he attended, figuring there was no use in keeping the family name squeaky clean with a good reputation when he technically didn’t have any family anymore. rose took wheezie and dipped as soon as rafe got tanneyhill and his hefty inheritance, and sarah decided to leave the island altogether and live her own life in god knows where.

everyone left him.

rafe was simply just a bystander now, an observer, and you had it all. the popularity, the socialite status, the family, the friends, the list could go on. it wasn’t long before he had to find some kind of outlet; something where he could express things and share thoughts to an audience that didn’t know him.. little did he know, you had also seeked out the same thing.

your distaste for rafe came about once you heard he was going around the island calling you a ‘spoiled little brat’ and a ‘prissy bitch’ whenever your name came up in conversations. obviously, what he said was true, but who was he to speak about you? he didn’t even know you. “call me a bitch to my face next time, ‘cameron. i hate pussies.” you had went up to him in the midst of him having a conversation with topper, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the way your hips swayed when you walked away, your mini dress paired with those heels of yours had him tonguing the inside of his cheek.

“did she just bitch you out, bro?” topper looked genuinely shocked as rafe laughed. “nah, she’s flirting.” from then on, you two would shamelessly stare at each other from across the room, keeping your eyes locked on one another even while you had people at your side who were more than interested in taking you home. rafe would pass by, muttering an insult just loud enough for you to hear and you’d laugh, dismissing him as if he was nothing but a fly on the wall.

you’d be lying if you said the so called ‘princess’ treatment didn’t get old after a while. rafe was the only person who seemingly didn’t care about your feelings. and you liked it. naturally, you craved something different, something that no one out here in the real world had the guts to do— degrade you and make you feel small. like you were nothing. turning to the only thing you could in order to keep your anonymity, you made a tumblr blog, easily racking up followers by posting your deepest and darkest desires and fantasies.

not even your best friends knew this side of you. you could be as depraved as you wanted to be on the app, and even if the whole point in you making your blog was to be anonymous, you still posted your own photos on there. of course your face wouldn’t be showing in any of them, but reading the comments as they flooded in filled the void you didn’t realize was there to begin with. a particular user, however, always left comments on your posts that had your thighs rubbing together.

it wasn’t long before you decided to check out his account, deciding to follow him back once you read through some of his posts. truthfully, you were the only girl he followed on the platform, he couldn’t help but feel like a lot of other accounts were ran by robots. you actually interacted with people on your blog, you had a personality. when he got the notification that you followed him back, he wasted no time in sending you a message.

[10:01 PM] countryclub: wsp

[10:15 PM] brattydiaries: ew.

[10:16 PM] countryclub: ???

[10:16 PM] countryclub: i just want to talk to you.

[10:25 PM] brattydiaries: yeah i can see that lol

[10:26 PM] brattydiaries: ‘wsp’ is so icky though. it kinda gives me high schooler vibes

‘high schooler vibes’ rafe snorted when he read your reply, internally cringing as he read back his previous message. you had a point.

[10:28 PM] countryclub: can i start over?

[10:30 PM] brattydiaries: can you?

[10:31 PM] countryclub: may i?

you smiled when he corrected himself.

[10:33 PM] brattydiaries: ugh i guess..

[10:38 PM] countryclub: 1 attachment

[10:38 PM] countryclub: hey i cum to your pictures all the time. here’s a picture of my cock and the mess you made me make.

usually you’d immediately block when an unsolicited dick pic found its way to your dm’s, but this one was unlike any others you’ve received.

your jaw was on the floor.

this wasn’t the ordinary ‘no-effort’ kind of picture. he wasn’t obnoxiously holding his length as if he was presenting it to you, instead he had his fist wrapped around the base, his aching tip standing on its own as his cum adorned his abs. his skin was also glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, your chest blooming with pride as you realized just how much your blog riled him up. he was very well groomed, the underside of his cock slick with the aftermath of your most recent photos.

this was just different. you felt your bitchy resolve crumbling down with every second you stared at the details, the sight of the veins in his arms and hands had you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your brain going blank as you tried to come up with a response.

[10:50 PM] countryclub: you done being a bitch and acting like i’m not good enough to talk to you? or do i have to send you more pictures of what you do to me?

yeah. you were totally fucked.

from that point forward, you two sexted day and night, your phone basically living in your hands as you went about your everyday life. soon, all of your posts became about him, both you and rafe seemingly dancing circles around each other. while you two lived for pissing each other off and did everything to be a nuisance to one another in real life, you were actually, literally getting each other off behind the screen.

you were surprising him with photos throughout the day, his dirty talk making you fall asleep with a sticky mess between your thighs. it was only a matter of time before he started wanting to hear your voice, even going as far as asking for your number so you could call and actually talk to one another. of course, you were hesitant, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish to hear those filthy things he says in your messages in your ears instead.

so you agreed. you gave him your number and waited for him to call.. and nothing. for the first time in your life, you waited for a phone call from a man, and he never delivered. your ego was in shambles. even after you came up with excuses as to why he didn’t call, none of them made sense. the next day you woke up to no new messages, your heart clenching in your chest when you went to his profile and saw that he deleted all of his posts.

what the fuck?

deciding to stay off of the app for the time being, you hated how a few months of sexting made you think about him every chance you got.

you didn’t even know his name for crying out loud!

if your friends noticed something off about your attitude, they didn’t point it out. even rafe was more irritable, both of you getting in full on arguments if you two spent too much time together in a social setting. your comebacks would have him on the verge of dragging you out of the room by your hair, wishing so bad that he could just put you in your place. it wasn’t until you got home from another one of topper’s parties that your phone lit up with a message.

from him.

[1:00 AM] countryclub: hey

you scoffed. ‘hey’ that was all that he could say? after all of the time that passed, he could only spare you one fucking word? you were about to block him before you got another notification.

[1:07 AM] countryclub: i’m really sorry for ghosting you, alright? i just freaked out.

[1:09 AM] brattydiaries: you sent me a picture of your dick when we first messaged each other and you’re barely freaking out now? don’t you think we’re far past that point already?

[1:12 AM] countryclub: we definitely are, it’s just when you sent me your number, my heart dropped to my ass.

[1:12 AM] brattydiaries: you asked for it and i gave it to you. i’m confused rn.

[1:14 AM] countryclub: no it isn’t that

[1:15 AM] brattydiaries: then what the fuck is it?

[1:19 AM] countryclub: we have the same area code.

[gurugirl]

DILF [2] | older!harry

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Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again months later on Valentine's Day. It's unexpected, but very much welcome.

A/N: First part here! This isn't really super focused on Valentine's Day, it just happens to takes place on Valentine's Day.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warning: age gap, smut, alcohol consumption (light), spanking, a touch of jealousrry

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Y/n wasn't big on Valentine's Day. She'd never dated anyone long enough for it to be of much importance. Though she did fondly remember the little heart-shaped candies and tiny Valentine's cards that would get shared in school when she was little, things were different as an adult.

So, instead of celebrating the holiday (if it could be called a holiday), she'd be going out with her single girlfriends and celebrating being a single girl instead. A single girl with a few drinks in her belly and a little dancing to get the blood flowing. Tara tried to do some kind of seductive dip to the beat of the song while Warren and Y/n laughed.

"This is how you do it!" Warren shouted over the loud club music and grooved her way down with the beat. She was the one with all the rhythm. Y/n and Tara were fighting for their lives to keep rhythm, but they were having fun, nonetheless.

"Priya commented on the post. Look…" Tara held her phone out to Y/n to look at the comment on her Instagram account.

"J said Y/n's looking yummy tonight!"

Y/n laughed and looked at Tara. "J? Oh my god, I haven't talked to him in ages. Let me respond!"

She took Tara's phone and typed a comment.

"You both should come out with us!"

After another round of drinks and dancing, Priya and J had joined the group at the club. Y/n wasn't necessarily interested in J. In fact, she hadn't really been interested in anyone since Harry. It'd been a couple of months since she'd seen him. Their night together was engraved under her skin and in her brain. She thought that with some time she'd forget about the older man, but her fingertips tingled and her chest grew tight whenever she thought about him, which was daily.

She didn't know why she had never called him. Maybe she was just stubborn, hoping he'd find her somehow and reach out himself. She had his number, but he didn't have hers. When he dropped her off at her place the morning after, he gave it to her and told her to call him.

And the more time that had passed, the more awkward it felt to randomly reach out to him. Now the window was surely closed, and she'd blown it. Which she regretted. She regretted that she was stubborn and wanted him to chase her that time. Wanted him to work to find her—which wouldn't have been all that hard. She had every social media account known to man, and everything was public. All he had to do was type her name into a Google search bar, and he'd find a dozen ways to contact her.

But she didn't call, and he didn't search her up, and that felt like the end of that. Unfortunately. It was unfortunate because he'd been so good. So exceptional compared to every other man she'd been with (if she could even call anyone who came before Harry a man). She was way more into him than she realized. Of course, by the time she realized it was too late, and now she was kicking herself.

"Hey, you here with us?" Tara took Y/n's hand and moved her away from the dance floor.

"Yeah. What do you mean?"

"You were zoned out there for a sec. Staring off toward the exit. You okay?"

Blinking her eyes and looking around, she nodded. "I'm good. Just started thinking. Sorry. Maybe I need a water. Probably should slow down a little anyway."

"Of course. Yeah, go get water. And stop thinking. I know who you're thinking about. He's in the past now. Okay?"

Tara knew that Y/n was kind of stuck on Harry. She'd confided in her a couple of weeks later. She hadn't wanted to admit it, but it was eating away at her.

"You're right. I'll be right back."

No sooner had she stepped away from Tara than J was on her heels. "I'll come with you!"

The oak bar was cast in reds and pinks for Valentine's Day. A sappy, upbeat song played loudly as she waved toward the bartender to order a water. J stood next to her, leaned into the veneered wood. "Just water?"

Yn nodded. "Need to cool off a little. Not interested in getting sloppy, ya know?"

She tried to ignore the way he was looking at her, turning her head to peer around the space and pretend she wasn't aware of where his eyes were wandering. She could deal with J. He was nice enough, and she knew he wouldn't push or anything. He was a bit too mild for that.

When her water was handed to her, the pink straw inside was tucked next to a stirrer with a heart at the top. Lifting the glass to her mouth, she took a drink as J slid in a little closer. "Do you wanna dance?"

She really didn't want to, not with him. It wasn't that he was ugly or unlikable or anything… she just didn't want to give him the wrong impression. Leading men on wasn't her style.

But before she even had the chance to tell him no, she saw a familiar hand attached to a familiar arm placed down on the bar next to her. She slowly turned, looking upward at the man whom she'd just been thinking about. He wasn't smiling as he leaned closer to speak. "You never called."

Turning so she could face him, she placed her elbows behind her on the bar top and lifted her brows in an attempt to feign complete control and calm. "Correct."

She watched as Harry looked past her to J and then back down at her. "Who's this?"

"A friend. Why? Jealous?"

She didn't know what angle she was going for with her hard-to-get act, but that's all it was—an act. Deep down, under her cool facade, she wanted to finish unbuttoning his shirt, the top three buttons already free, so anyone could see what he was working with underneath.

"Jealous of a boy? No."

Y/n reached for his button and pressed at it, her eyes on his. "Now, Harry. Honestly… He's my age. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to find someone my age. Thought you'd be happy for me."

"Thought you said he was just a friend."

She laughed and looked back at J, who was just standing by silently, looking between Harry and Y/n. Far too mild. She turned back to Harry. "See? You are jealous."

"Why didn't you call?"

Clearing her throat, she shifted her footing to get a little closer. "Because I wanted you to find me. I worked so hard to get you to crack that night we met and thought maybe you could put in a little effort if you were interested."

"That's not how it works," he spoke as he dipped his head closer, placing his other palm down on the edge of the bar to cage her in. "I gave you my number. You didn't give me any of your contact info. Didn't want to overstep. Ball was in your court."

"I'm easy to find, Harry. All you had to do was Google my name."

"I know. That's why I'm here. Saw your post on Instagram."

She lifted her brows, and a smile pulled at her mouth. "Is that so? And did you select this outfit just for me?" She reached again for his shirt, letting her pointer finger trail down the cotton edge along the button slits before she ran the pad of her finger on his warm skin.

Harry looked down at her hand and then back into her eyes. "Was gonna go on a date tonight. That's why I'm dressed like this."

She blinked, moving her hand away.

"Hey, uh… should we like… go back? Or, uh…" J spoke tentatively as he stepped closer.

"She's with me. You're welcome to go wherever you please, though," Harry responded, his gaze locked on Y/n's.

"I think—actually, um…" J stumbled on his words.

Y/n lifted her hand and looked over at J. "It's fine. Harry and I have a lot to discuss. You can go back to our table."

J opened his mouth and searched Harry's face, then looking back at Y/n and nodding, he scuttled away like a dog with his tail between his legs. She felt a little bad. Clearly, he thought he might have had a chance even though he never did.

"See? A boy. Couldn't even form a sentence. What are you doing with him anyway?"

"We were having fun is what we were doing. Hanging out with people my age. Why do you care anyway? You said you were gonna go on a date. Where is she?"

"I don't know where she is. Maybe at home. I didn't want to go out with her, so I cancelled."

"Then why did you plan a date?"

"So I could try and move on from you."

She hadn't expected that level of honesty from him, but his confession had her heart thumping hard in her chest.

"Coming here to find me doesn't make it seem like you want to move on."

He shook his head, his eyes shifting downward over her dress before pinning them back on hers. "I didn't think we were done yet. Really expected you to call."

"And I really expected you to figure out how to find me. Should have been easy."

"You like the chase, then. Is that what you want? For me to chase you? Follow you around like a puppy dog?"

She laughed softly. "I don't think being a puppy is quite your style. But I do like that you came all this way just to see me."

He edged his hand toward her arm, running a thumb over her skin. "I'm too old to play games, Y/n. If you expect me to run after you, jump through hoops just to see you, and beg you for your time, then I'm not your guy."

"But you came here to see me."

"Yes, I did. Consider this your freebie cause I won't do something like this again. Ball's in your court now. What do you want? To go back and play with that little boy I sent away? Or to stop fucking around and come back home with me tonight again?"

Her lips parted as heat rose up her spine. A wanton need wrapped itself around her throat as she swallowed thickly. She enjoyed being the one with all the power and feeling like she was in charge. But it was different with Harry. Despite everything, he was the one calling the shots. And she wanted him so bad she could taste it. After all, he'd ditched a date so he could come find her.

"You like me." She grinned.

The tension outlining his posture softened as he rolled his eyes, and she watched as the edge of his lips turned upward. "What gave it away?"

"I like you, too. But my place is closer this time."

Y/n's friends were already watching the whole thing go down before she returned and told them she was heading out. Tara smiled. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Her apartment was only a few minutes' drive away. The small talk they'd been making before they stepped inside her place all but vanished the moment Harry pushed her to the wall and placed his knee between her thighs with a desperate kiss.

She even gasped in surprise when he moved her and she felt the plaster of her wall behind her back. He ran a rough palm up her bare thigh, the skirt of her dress shifting upward until the stretchy material was at her hips and he groped her ass.

"Wanted to do this the second I saw you standing at the bar. Show everyone who's taking you home…" he spoke against her mouth as his thumb caught on the slinky elastic string of her thong. She felt his thigh inching up between her legs as he moved in closer.

She was pinned to the wall as he worked his mouth down her neck and continued kneading at her ass. But then she felt the material of his pants against the crotch of her panties as his thigh pressed solidly into her.

A small, weak-sounding whimper fell from her mouth when he nudged against her, signaling for her to move her hips. The spot where his mouth kissed and sucked over her throat had her head spinning and it was almost involuntary as she began to rub herself on his thigh. She gripped onto his shoulders when he began to guide her hips.

It was kind of pathetic, the way they hadn't even made it into her bedroom. Barely'd made it past her door before they were all over one another. And now, there she was, grinding her pussy against his thigh like she was in some kind of dire need, a pitiful girl so wrapped up in desperation that she was reduced to humping his thigh like a pup in heat.

The most embarrassing thing was how good it felt. His lips on her skin, his thick thigh pressed against her, his hands on her ass. "Oh god…"

Harry moved his face and looked down at her with a smirk. "Making a mess, Y/n. Guess your tough girl act was all fake. Now look at you…"

Slowing her hips, she reached up to his face. "You started it."

A boyish dimple scored into his cheek as he lifted his brows. "Did I now? Clearly, you like it. Soaking right through my pants."

"Mmm… You like it too, though. Love how wet I get, don't you?"

He licked his lips and shook his head like he couldn't believe how tenacious she was, even when pinned against her wall. "So sure of yourself, Y/n. When my day started, I imagined I'd be doing this with someone else by the end of it. Bet she'd get just as wet for me."

Y/n let out a serrated breath, though she never stopped grinding over his thigh. "Doubtful. You wanted me. Practically dragged me out of the club 'cause you knew that other chick wouldn't do it for you like I can."

"Do what for me? Huh? Hump my thigh like a desperate, horny little girl?" He teased as she moaned at the way he nudged his leg up harder.

"You wanted me a little desperate, and that's what you got. You knew nothing was gonna feel as good as me. You missed it."

"Maybe. Maybe I kept imagining you every time I got off for the past two months. Maybe the only reason I agreed to a date with that other woman was because she kind of resembled you. Wanted to pretend I was fucking you again."

Y/n let out a moan. "I want you to fuck me."

"Do you deserve that, Y/n? After that little stunt you pulled? Huh? Leaving me high and dry like that? Wasn't nice."

"I wanted to call you. I'm sorry I didn't."

"Hmm… but you wanted to play games. Not sure sorry cuts it."

He moved his leg away, and Y/n stumbled forward, her hands on his shoulders as he pulled her dress back down over her thighs.

"What can I do to make you believe me?" She looked at him with rounded eyes, hoping that he wasn't changing his mind as he pushed away and took a step back.

"Not sure. Maybe that's something you're gonna have to have to figure out. This is a lot of work, you know? Telling you what to do and how to do it. Might be nice for you to try and use that brain of yours for once."

She scoffed as he grinned at her. She knew he was mocking her, and it was meant to be playful, but still. "For once? You don't think I use my brain?"

He shrugged as he paced into her living room, and she watched him look around like he was assessing. Following behind him, she kept her eyes on his strong build and turned a light on. It was clear he was sporting a thick erection under his pants at that point. She smiled when she stepped toward him.

Taking his belt, she gripped at the leather and pulled it through the buckle before she opened his pants and cupped around his length. "You can fuck my mouth. I won't even complain. I'll let you use me however you want."

She got onto her knees and kept her eyes on his as she peeled his underwear down. His big cock had been straining against the material of his boxers and it nearly hit her in the face when it was released. She cooed and gripped around the base of him to lift it upward and began kissing gently along the underside and down to his sac.

Harry stitched his brows together, and his lips parted as he watched her. He placed a hand at the back of her head and moaned. He didn't really care about an apology, but he was going to make damn sure she understood he wasn't into the little games. He'd had plenty of that kind of thing when he was younger. When he was closer to her age, and he'd never been a fan of it.

If she really did want to be with him, or at least date a while, she'd need to learn that he wanted things clear and well communicated. "That's a good girl. Keep going."

She stroked from root to tip as she tongued along his skin, making a wet path as she went. But suddenly, he grasped her chin and tilted her head back before he shoved his thick head past her lips and slid it down her tongue, bumping against the roof of her mouth as he went. She steadied herself, quickly, gripping his muscled thighs as he held the back of her head and worked himself in and out.

He was going easy on her, not pressing his full length down her throat. Not yet. "Let's put that pretty mouth to good use. Show me you can work for it, yeah?"

Harry thrust in, his mushroomed crown glided over her tongue and back out to her soft lips before he did it again, a little deeper that time, the slit of his cock kissing the back of her mouth just before it curved into her throat. He kept his eyes on her face and the way her lips wrapped around him just right.

"Fuck you're so pretty, Y/n." He thumbed at the edge of her lip as he drove into her, feeling the saliva from her mouth coating his cock. He moaned when she blinked her eyes up at him. "Didn't want anyone else to suck my cock but you. Didn't want to even touch anyone else. Know that?"

She hummed over him in answer as he pushed deeper, making her gag lightly as the metal on his buckle clanked with his movements. "I know you know that. Proved it to you by making a fool of myself, stalking your Instagram so I knew where you were gonna be. Got me all wrapped up in you after just one goddamn night."

Y/n felt her eyes blur as tears roll down her cheeks when he nuzzled his dick in deeper and she swallowed around his tip with an embarrassing wet spluttering sound. She'd let him choke her with his cock if that's what it took. After hearing his confession, she only wanted to show him how much she had missed him and how sorry she was for not calling.

So, she leaned into him further, squeezing her eyes closed as she tried to force the rest of him into her throat. The gagging and gargling noises she made were loud. It sounded like someone was being waterboarded.

"Fuck…" he gasped as she sputtered around him. He bent his knees the slightest as he let her suck and swallow around him. She was treating his cock so good he didn't know if he should just let her continue milking him like that until he was nutting down her throat or if he should reward her by returning the favor.

But damn did she feel good on his dick. She was giving it her all, and he'd decided she was forgiven.

Pulling her back, his wet dick slid past her lips and hung heavy in front of her face as he helped her stand up. She inhaled sharp breaths between little coughs as she wiped her face. "Was it okay?"

"Better than okay. You're a fuckin' star, Y/n. I need you in your bed, though. Got a condom?"

Knocking her head up and down affirmatively, she blinked her bleary eyes. Harry followed her to her bedroom and watched as she pulled a small box of condoms from her underwear drawer, and he took it from it before he pointed at her dress. "Clothes off. Then get your ass on the bed."

The thrill of having him there made her shaky. She yanked at her dress and removed the fabric before shedding the rest of her underthings.

Harry kicked his pants and his boxers off before his shirt joined the pile of clothes on the floor. He watched her climb onto her bed and sit at the middle in wait. He tossed the box of condoms onto her mattress (secretly pleased it was unopened, unused) and crawled after her on the bed, adjusting her legs and pushing her thighs apart before he thumbed her clit smoothly.

"Do you deserve to come? Think you deserve my cock?"

Y/n blinked at him as she nodded. "Yes. I just want to be good. Make you come too. Please…"

He grinned as he let his eyes coast down her denuded body. She rolled into his thumb before he took his other hand and pressed his middle finger inside. Everything that touched her pussy was glistening wet. The gushy sound his finger made as he fucked into her was lewd. She spread her legs apart further for him and dropped her mouth open as she kept her eyes on his.

She was so pretty like that. Naked and spread apart for him, lusting for him, wanting him. He added another finger and pumped into her harder. Her tits swayed as her pussy swallowed his fingers whole. She was so confident and bold it had his insides pulsing with need.

With his eyes pinned to hers he dipped down to replace his thumb on her clit with his lips and his tongue. Y/n fell backward to her mattress and moaned from the pleasure. His tongue stroked her clit and pressed flat over it before he pulled at it and repeated all while he fucked her as deep as his fingers could reach.

He held her down as she arched her back. His chin and his nose were wet, slurping and groaning into her as he worked her so close to the edge she was already seeing stars. "Yes… right there… right there…"

But he suddenly moved away. His fingers, his mouth, his body. She sat up to look at him and watched in satisfaction as she saw him digging into the box of condoms. His face was flushed and matched the shade of heat on his heaving chest.

He rolled the tight rubber down his shaft and then looked at her with dark eyes. "Turn over. Hands and knees."

With a smirk, she got to her knees and made sure to let her eyes linger on his cock before she turned and placed her palms flat onto the mattress. "Like this?" She wiggled her ass at him.

Harry moaned deeply and placed his hands on the curve of her hips, smoothing his palms over every inch slowly. "Exactly like this."

She felt him lean over her back, his mouth at her ear as he palmed at her tit. "How do you feel about me spanking you a little?" His dick was warm between her thighs as she pushed back against him.

"Whatever you do, I'm gonna love." She reared back again and turned her face to look at him as he sat back. She watched him raise his arm before his palm struck her bum with a sting.

She keened sharply and jolted forward. He did it again in the same spot as he locked his irises with hers. "Other side now."

As promised, he landed his hand over the globe of her ass again, once and then twice, a burning sensation left behind making her inhale sharply.

Then he kneed in closer and she felt him line up his dick with her entrance, fitting himself into her slowly before he plowed in with one thick, harsh thud that had her bending forward face down.

She yelped into the soft comforter when he issued her another spanking, one to each side, as he began to thrust in and out of her, long and languid with heavy palms burning into her skin.

The bite of pain blossomed with heat and curled outward, spreading along her flesh until she could almost feel the detail of his fingerprints searing into her, marking her. He groaned as he drove in deep, glutes flexing as he forced his cock through her sensitive insides.

Her bottom was stinging, aching, burning with every smack of his hand… until it wasn't. Until the gooey, pleasurable warmth of her walls that stretched around his cock deliciously melded with the sharp barbed pain of his swats… That was—it felt like her body was thrumming with a lusty, satisfying ecstasy that sent liquid fire through her veins.

"Fuck, oh god, fuck…" she mumbled into the blankets as her body was spanked and fucked and swatted and pounded. She loved it.

Harry halted, planting his palms down on the mattress to catch his breath, cock buried whole into her. They were both panting, reeling… Y/n's muffled moans pulled a smile onto his lips.

"Apology accepted," he spoke quietly as he kissed the center of her back between her shoulder blades and then reached forward to gently wrap his big hand around the front of her neck to lift her head.

"Hear me?" His deep voice sounded in her ear.

She nodded, the column of her throat bobbing into his palm, eyes still closed as she let out a feminine grunt that was probably meant to mean yes.

"You okay?"

Again, she nodded slowly, this time her eyes fluttered open. "Mmhmm. Yes."

"Hurt?" He punctuated his question with a rock of his hips forward, nudging into the end of her sharply.

She hissed, and her spine bowed. "Yes."

Slowly, he began to thrust, sliding out and in when he felt her swallow thickly before her moans vibrated into his palm. She was dripping. Every time his hips met her skin, it wetted his lap and the front of his thighs.

She had been all he wanted. Ever since the morning he dropped her off. Thought for sure he'd hear from her by the way she was acting around him. All flustered and soft and dreamy-eyed as she looked at him. Pouted when he said he couldn't come in but gave her his number. And then she just never called.

That was a hit to his ego. That he thought he somehow had the upper hand with her. But now he had her drooling, moaning, and sobbing his name as he railed her deep. He would see to it that she didn't leave him hanging like that again. He'd give it to her so good she wouldn't be able to even think about another man. At least for a little while.

But Y/n was feeling the same kind of way about him. And now he was at her place, in her bed, fucking her with his big cock like he had something to prove.

"Mmm… Harry…"

"Yeah?" He pushed in firmly, swiveling his hips to let her feel all of him. "Is that good?"

"Fuck… it's deep—sh…shit!"

Letting go of her neck, Harry used both hands to guide her rhythm as he fucked into her, tilting her into an angle that had the big crown of his cock hitting a tender spot inside her. She tensed and clawed at the blankets in response to how he commanded her movements.

He loved watching her pussy slickly spread apart on his cock, how tight it wrapped around him, how wet she made everything, the way her ass wobbled. He was tempted to give her another swat but thought better of it, knowing that he'd already done a number on her backside. Her skin was raised just enough that he could feel the small welts from his hands. He didn't want to break the skin.

His abs clenched as he plowed his dick through her, their bodies clapping together, her bed wrenching under them from the force of his thrusts. She was mumbling nonsense, straining to keep herself steady as he worked her over him with his hands gripping the meat of her hips tight.

But he slowed his motions, loosening his hold on her as he pushed in deep and stilled. He stared down at the space where they were connected as he thumbed softly at the flesh of her ass. When he was buried in like that, he couldn't see the end of the condom at the base of his shaft, so it looked like he wasn't wearing one. The dirty thought trickled warm down his chest and made his cock throb before he pulled himself out.

He pulled her up and helped her turn before he positioned her flat on her back, her tits spreading softly as she looked up at him with a dazed expression. He sat back on his haunches. "Still okay?"

She nodded, a smile slowly turned her lips upward. "I'm fantastic."

"Good. Gonna pull you up like this…" He took her thighs and dragged her up so her hips were off the bed and the backs of her thighs were draped over the tops of his. "Fuck you nice and deep, work your clit til you come. How's that sound?"

"Mmm…" Y/n nodded and squeezed her tits as she bucked her hips upward. "Yes."

He grinned down at her. He loved how confident she was. How unashamed of her body she seemed to be. Liked the way she carried herself. It was sexy to see a woman happy in her own skin.

He reached down and slowly stroked her clit, eyes connected to hers to watch her expression soften and then her brows arch as she parted her lips and moaned. "Yeah?" He murmured with a grin.

"Yes… You're so good. Fuck…" she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, a soft gasp fell from her lips as he slid his fingers in circles on her clit and mushed into her swollen hood. She pushed her breasts together and arched her back before shifting her head to look back up at him. "Fuck me. Please."

"Want my cock, Y/n?" He nudged his hips forward, poking his condom-covered tip to the tight ring of muscle that would stretch nicely around him once he pushed his way back in.

"I need it," she pleaded in a breath, canting her hip toward him.

The harsh line of his brow as he took all of her in, spread out for him, was that of a man ready to devour. Y/n watched as he wrapped his long fingers around his base and shifted his pelvis, dipping his thick cock head just inside of her.

"Fffuck…" she stretched her neck and moaned as she took every inch he fed into her.

He slid deeper, taking his time as if he hadn't just been pounding into her and pushing her to her limit moments before. He moved his thumb over her bud as he went, her arousal smeared filthy on his fingers and all over her pussy lips.

Y/n shifted her sight to Harry's face, admiring his handsome features and the way his lips parted, how his muscles tensed as he rolled into her. He was enjoying her body, reveling in the way he felt inside of her. "Does it feel good? My pussy's good for you?"

"Your pussy feels incredible. Even with this fucking condom…" he laughed softly. "The kind of pussy I'd chase after and make a fool of myself for."

With their eyes connected, Y/n felt her heart ravaging behind her ribcage. She understood what he meant. Because, while she didn't think he'd made a fool of himself, he had chased after her to find her at the club. And he said that wasn't something he normally did. She was grateful he had, though.

His rough palm pushed her hand to the side so he could grope her tit. He continued working at her clit as he stuffed himself in to the brim and they both panted hot breaths as their connected bodies throbbed in unison.

He pressed down as he circled her wet bud, and the extra friction had her skin buzzing, pulsing with desire. Heat stretched over her thighs and curled viciously through her insides.

Harry slowly inched back and then pushed in deeper, his thighs flexing as he plunged wetly, gently smacking into her. A breathless sob fell from her mouth as she took him to his root over and over again.

His slow thrusts were deliberate, calculated. Every stroke of his rigid cock through her soft walls, every press of his thumb on her sensitive clit, every brush of his fingertips on her nipple had her rippling around him, trembling. The luscious stretch of her pussy around him as he drove in and dragged out made his tip leak into his condom.

Y/n began circling her hips to press harder into his thumb, using her leverage to get him deeper, to feel the biting pressure of his thumbprint. The soft, wet spread of her pussy around his shaft ached and squeezed and slushed.

His moan vibrated deep from his chest as he felt his balls tighten when he buried in and pressed himself flush to her. The shadows in her bedroom cast a moody expression over his features. He tilted his neck back, angling his face toward her ceiling as if he were in ecstasy.

And the languid thrusting suddenly turned into a heated pace. Harry's eyes darkened on hers when he looked back down at the girl he was fucking. He stroked her clit and released her breast, yanking her hip to meet his powerful thrusts. He battered her tender insides with his brutally thick column of rigid flesh. The sounds of plapping skin, her mattress springs bouncing, Harry's rhythmic grunts and groans as he drove in faded to a white noise as Y/n realized she was going to come from that, just from the expert thrust of him inside her.

She cried his name and her body shivered with every harsh plunge of his cock, the orgasm dotting white stars behind her eyes. Harry's own desperate moans were a giveaway that he was about to come just as hard.

"Fuck!"

Her body bounced and gushed as he drove in and in. The deep, ragged sounds he made were erotic, and a convulsive shudder wracked his powerful frame, followed by an agonized sound of ecstasy. His cock jerked inside her and then he was coming long and hard, spurting hotly into her clutching cunt.

Somehow, she'd found herself lying on top of him. He'd brought them to lie back together, and her chest was pressed to his. She felt his hand on her naked back, slowly caressing her skin as their hearts began to slow and calm.

"Mmm…" Y/n smiled as she nuzzled into his chest.

His hand drew down over her ass gently. "How's this feel?"

Lifting her head to press her chin into his pec, she raised her brows. "Sore. But that's what you wanted. To show me I was a bad girl. I deserved it."

Harry pushed a breath through his nose. "You're not a bad girl. Just stubborn. But now you know better than to play games."

Y/n shifted her gaze toward the edge of the room and pushed herself up from him as Harry watched her get off her bed and traipse to her dresser. "What are you doing?"

She turned to him and lifted her phone before pressing a few buttons, and then Harry's phone rang from his pants.

"There. Now you have my number, too. We've got no excuses anymore."

He reached his hand out toward her as she walked back to her bed and curled up next to him. "You shouldn't need an excuse. If you want to see me, then that should be enough."

She placed her palm on his chest and angled her head back to look at him. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I mean it when I say that. I regretted not reaching out. I promise no more games."

"Mmm…" He ran his hand down the back of her head. "Sounds like I finally fucked some sense into you then."

Y/n laughed. "Guess I needed that, too."

"I think you did. So did I, to be honest."

"You needed some sense fucked into you?"

Harry chuckled, his handsome smile making her heart flutter as he shook his head. "No. I meant I needed to fuck some sense into you. I'm already chock full of good sense. Don't need any more."

"Can't argue with that. So what now? You gonna stay the night with me?"

"Yep. Then, tomorrow, we'll make plans for a date. A real one."

"Why not make plans now?"

"Because we're gonna do it tomorrow. Cause I said."

"What if I'm busy tomorrow?" Y/n teased and bit her lip.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He grinned.

"Hmm… It looks like all my plans have suddenly been canceled. Guess I'm all yours."

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please...help me - sylus x mc!reader. part 2

sypnosis: the aftermath of caleb catching you on the phone to escape him.

a/n: part 2 is finally here!! i apologise that this took me awhile, i just wanted this chapter to be right and i feel good about it now. there will be a part 3 to this, not sure about part 4 but we'll see how this goes.

warnings: some angst but with comfort. caleb being possessive and genually confused why you want to leave. mc (you) finally letting your fustrations out. sylus appears. caleb gets punched :) not for caleb girlies (sorry!)

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When was the last time you ever felt this scared?

Perhaps your first time facing a real Wanderer? That time you had a creep not taking no for an answer when you were alone in a nightclub? Or maybe that time where you were walking alone and came across a thief with a weapon? 

But you had overcome them. The Wanderer died by your pistols, the creep getting punched in the face by your fists and thrown out by security, and the thief getting it’s weapon knocked out of it’s hand by you and arrested by the police moments later. 

The adrenaline that had rushed through you pushed it all away within those moments, and it was only after you had reflected on the experience that almost had you buckle your knees and grab the nearest thing to keep you standing, your heart bounding and your thoughts and absolute mess. It had taken you a while to calm down and look back on those moments without fear, and instead of what you had accomplished.

Unlike right now.

“Still not talking?”

You hadn’t spoken a word to Caleb after he caught you ending the call with Sylus, begging him to come and save you from the man you once felt safe and secure with. 

The tracker on your wrist reminds you of anything but those feelings and more.

Caleb sighs from his seated position in the kitchen and stands, the sound of his footsteps getting closer to you fills you with dread. He seats himself on the edge of the coffee table in front of you and you instantly move back so his feet don’t touch you, your eyes finding a spot on the floor to stare at.

He chuckles. “You won't even look at me, how mean of you.”

Retorts sit on your tongue that you hold still. Your already deep in trouble, you don’t want to know what will happen if you fall more. 

By the corner of your eyes you see him angle his head to try and catch your eyes, but you look away quickly. What would you see in them? Pity? Annoyance? Anger? Even if it was soft, you wouldn’t fall for it, your not that naive anymore.

You gasp as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, his told had a certain tightness to it that could choke you in seconds - you wouldn’t put it past him to do it, though it still scares you to know that.

“There we go.” He smiles, and everything about it screams it’s not the one from the past, the warm one you remember. “Now all that's left is for you to talk, but since you won’t do that, I guess I have to play a little guessing game.”

It doesn’t matter, you think. He can guess all he likes and you won’t answer him. Let’s see how he likes to be the one ignored now.

“Now who would you be calling at this hour when everyone is asleep, like you should have been.” There’s a mocking tone in his voice that makes you want to punch him. It should have made you worried about doing such a thing to someone you saw as a friend, but all you saw in front of you was a creature that enjoyed your torture. 

“It can’t be your dear Dr. Zayne, he’s too busy and has things far too important then calling you.”

It hurt you a little to hear Caleb talking about Zayne like that, the three of you had a good friendship growing up, it had amused you of the little arguments they would get into. You knew that no matter what happened you would always have them to fall back on and pick you back up. Zayne had greatly helped you ever since you thought Caleb had died, and the thought of the three of you being back together made your heart warm when you found Caleb again. 

How unfortunate that wouldn’t happen.

“Someone the Hunters Association? Hmmm possibly. But who exactly?” Caleb tapped his chin with his other hand, your chin still firmly held by his other that it was starting to ache. “No one there can come in here and sneak you out without anyone onboard knowing, even if a team banded together. So let’s rule that out.”

He clearly underestimated your Association. You might not know everyone there, but the only reason those people have been made Hunters is because they have the power to do so, they’ve all been through the hard training it takes and passed. You remember all the training you had to do and your sure Caleb does too, as you had called him after sessions, complaining about it all and the aches and bruises on your body.

“You keep complaining about it but I never hear you say that you’re gonna leave.”

“Of course I'm not! Quitting would mean that I’m not cut out to be a Hunte. You’ve said I am so many times, do you not think it anymore?”

“Not at all. I believe in you more than anyone that you’ll pass, and become the world's greatest Hunter.”

“Ok, not that much Caleb.”

He laughed then, full of warmth and joy. “Just keep going Pip-squeak, and before you know it, you’ve passed and got your license. Just don’t forget about me when you're off saving everyone from Wanderers, ok?” 

Does he still believe in you now? Do you even want to know? You’re still surprised he hasn’t told you to leave them and just stay with him.

“I guess that only leaves one other place.” He muses, and you feel like he’s close to the answer.

Just don’t react. Don’t let him know.

“But would you really call someone from there? And who? There’s not many good people in the N109 Zone.”

Your face remains neutral as Caleb scans it for any signs and frowns when there isn’t any. You hide your pride at this, though it probably thanks to him that your learning to mask your emotions well.

“Actually, scratch that, there’s no good people in that place. Illegal dealings and filled with violence and crime, there no better than Wanderers. Infact, I bet they’re worse than Wanderers. At least those creatures were someone innocent before turning, people in the N109 Zone have been black-hearted since the start. Like true monsters.”

You swing your cuffed wrists to smack him but they’re quickly caught in his free hand, a smirk now dancing on his lips. 

“Oh, it seems like I hit a spot. So your trip to the N109 Zone did have you in contact with someone there.” He pulls you forward by your wrists, noses just barely touching. His voice was laced with demand. “Who?”

A grunt falls from your lips as you try and pull your wrists back, but Caleb’s hold on them is strong.

It tightens.

“Who?”

You stop and look at him, his eyes so dim you wonder if they’ve truly turned black. You can see anything in them other than dark feelings that create goosebumps on your skin.

You swallow, a bit of courage coming to your throat. “I guess that’s round two of your guessing game.”

A thick silence hangs in the air and your ears pick up noises you don’t remember registering. The ticking of the clock on the wall, the sound of cars driving outside and the pitter patter of rain softly hitting the windows. Mixed with Caleb before you, it was starting to become stimulating, and you pray that Sylus will be here soon.

Caleb’s frown deepens. “Why do you want to go to him, hmm? Skyhaven is much more safer and secure then the N109 Zone.” 

“I have never feared more for my life than staying here.” You reply. To hell with staying silent, that’s what you’ve done more than anything since you’ve been here. You let Caleb have his way, let him ramble on and on and speak badly about a place - about a man you wanted to go back to more than anything.

You’re done with it.

“What can he possibly give you that I can’t?” He’s not glaring but close, he’s looking at you as if he just can’t phantom the idea of you wanting to leave. “How can you want to go to him when I’m right here?”

“Because he would never treat me this way!” You scream, and the look of shock on his face makes you keep going. “He’s never locked me in and he lets me have my freedom with no complaints or bargains. He never punishes me and never makes me feel afraid of him. He’s someone who treats me like I’m someone, not a possession. He's someone I can trust and go to without fear.” Your breathing heavily, the words keep coming out and your not stopping them, too fed up with the man infront of you. “He’s the opposite of you Caleb, and as soon as he comes here I’m going with him, and you can’t stop me.”

You didn’t realise you had stood up until you saw Caleb’s eye move to look up at you, for once you had gotten power over him, had made him look at you and made him speechless. 

Adrenaline runs through your body and you know you can’t let it go, no matter what happens next.

So when the look of shock vanishes over Caleb’s face and is replaced with a glare, you lock in and quickly pull your still bound wrists free from his hold, keeping them close to your chest. When he stands you step away instantly, creating space between the two of you. 

“And what makes you think I’ll let you leave?” His voice drips with venom. It’s a tone you’ve never heard before and almost falters you.

“Because she’s her own person.” a voice breaks out, one that’s so familiar that it makes your heart race. “Because she has the right to her own freedom.”

Both of you turn to the door that’s now locked behind a tall and imposing figure, his white hair gleaming in the ceiling lights. 

“Because she wants to.” 

He steps forward and the light shines on his face, that handsome face of your saviour. “Oh, and because I’m here to help her, isn’t that right, sweetie?” His gleaming red eyes fall on you, and you smile, hope filling you. 

“Sylus…”

Caleb sucks through his teeth, irritation clear all over his face. “How did you get in unnoticed? Every member had been alerted that you would be coming.”

Sylus shrugs nonchalantly, confidence oozing off him. “And despite that I didn’t get much of a welcome party. Your fleet needs more training.” 

The comment only makes Caleb’s irritation grow, and it brings some satisfaction to you. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m taking Miss Hunter home.”

Home. The word makes your heart swell. 

“She’s not going anywhere, especially not with you.” Caleb straightens and you feel his Evol approaching, it causes goosebumps on your skin once again and you instantly look at Sylus, who just looks bored.

“Seems like you need hearing lessons as well.” His own Evol floating around his fists, ready to release.

You knew there was going to be a fight once Sylus showed up, he would avoid it if he could if that’s what you wanted, but Caleb wouldn’t let you go without a fight. Even if Caleb hadn’t caught you and you managed to sneak past him with Sylus, he would only come and get you himself and cause a ruckus wherever you went to get you back. He would see it as you being kidnapped and brainwashed to turn against him.

Caleb needs to know that you want to leave on your own free will, and not just with words. The fact that you called for help should have already planted that seed somewhere in his head.

“Stop it Caleb. Let me go.” 

He turns to you, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. “What?”

You stand straight, your voice calm as you speak. “I want to leave, right here, right now. So let me go.”

He stares at you, teeth gritted and brows furrowed, but his eyes are scanning you, hoping to find something he can use to make you stay, to blind himself that this isn’t your free choice of will. But he can’t find any, and his irritation and confusion grows. “Why? Why do you want to leave me? I thought after everything we’ve been through, you’d want to stay with me forever.”

And you had wanted that too. 

“I had never felt such relief when I found Caleb alive.” You tell him with a soft voice, the painful memories all coming back. “I spent night’s crying because I thought you were dead, days went past in a blur and I was always reminded to eat even the smallest thing because my mind wouldn’t register the simplest things that my body needed. All I could think about was you.” 

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes but you didn’t care to wipe them away, with showing Caleb your true emotions, you hope that he’ll finally understand. “Time passed and it got a little easier, but I still thought about you. I didn’t even think I would meet you here…and yet I did. I was so happy Caleb, I thought things would go back the way they were before. Always laughing and joking around, having you by my side to comfort me and give me strength…but you’ve done the exact opposite.”

Confidence flows through your veins as you take a step towards him, his figure still but has lost it’s tension. Your getting through to him. “The things I said before, about me being afraid of you, it’s all true. You keep me locked up and take away my things. You don’t let me have my freedom and even tell me when to go to sleep like I’m a child. It honestly scares me that you can’t see that your hurting me, hurting me so much that I want to escape from you.”

“I didn’t…” His aura falters, the dark and imposing man has been replaced with disbelief and confusion. “I never want you to be afraid of me, I didn’t do all those things to scare you. I want to protect you.”

“Was giving me medicine with the intention of me falling asleep protecting me?” You spat back, the memory of it still causing a shiver of unease down your spine. “I’m a Hunter Caleb, I don’t need this kind of protection. You said that you believed in me when I was doing my exams, but it looks like I’m weak to you.”

“You’re not! That’s…That’s not what I think!”

“I don’t care what you think anymore Caleb, except for the fact that I want to leave SkyHaven and I want to leave you of my own free will. That’s my choice Caleb.”

A noise leaves Caleb’s lips, something frustrated and perhaps sad. You don’t fully understand it but right now you don’t care. You take another step towards him, close enough to touch his chest if you reach out. 

You show him your bound wrists. “Take these off…please.”

He looks down at them, thousands of emotions dance through his eyes that you can’t decipher, but he waves a hand over them and you hear a click before the cuffs fall on the floor.

“Thank you Caleb…and I’m sorry.”

Before he can even respond you punch him square in the face, his body falling to the ground instantly, knocked out.

Whoops.

The slow clapping of hands erases the tense atmosphere from the room.

“An excellent performance, kitten.” Sylus smirks as he walks over. “You had him in your grasp and took matters into your own hands, just like I knew you could.”

There was something about his praise that brightens you, maybe it’s because you know he’s saying it sincerely that has your stomach filled with butterflies. You fight back the smile that threatens your lips. “I didn’t mean to knock him out..”

He chuckles. “Whatever you say, sweetie. You still wanted to punch him, not that I blame you.” His eyes scan over the unconscious body of your ex best friend, frowning at the sight. “I wanted to get some in.”

“You would have killed him then.” You commented, and despite everything Caleb has put you through, you didn’t want him dead - for real this time. “I don’t think the fleet would be too happy about that.”

“I don’t mind making a few more enemies, especially the ones that hurt you.” 

Air catches in your throat as Sylus turns back at you, his eyes looking at you softly. “Are you alright?”

Maybe it was because it was said so gently, full of comfort and genuineness, laced with true worry. that has you tearing up once more. “I want to go home Sylus.”

He gathers you in his arms, holding you close to his chest that you feel his warmth that engulfs you, bringing a sense of calm to your body. “It’s ok. I’m here, and I’m taking you home.” He lifts you in his arms that you don’t protest, you don’t ever want to leave his safe arms ever again. “Luke and Kieran have cleaned your apartment ready for you to come back.”

“No Sylus,” You croak against his neck, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. Apart from Skyhaven your apartment is the last place you want to be right now, there’s no sense of security that will calm you if you return back there. 

There’s only one place you want to be.

That mansion that started out cold that is now warm with your touches; the plushies on the sofa and the blankets on the bed. The fairy lights in his study and the colourful mugs in his kitchen, your skincare and make-up products sitting neatly in his bathroom cabinet and the photobooth pictures hanging by the vanity he had bought you.

“Take us home.”

He looks at you then, surprise written across his face that it almost makes you giggle. You never really called it home to his face, even with your things scattered across the building. 

Sylus smiles, it’s not the one his enemies see or the ones the twins get when they’ve pulled a prank. It’s a smile only reserved for you, and it shines brighter than any star you have ever seen.

“Alright, sweetie. Let’s go home.”

[impish-baby]

More dad survivor x zombie reader + an old friend :) (tw: dead animal, guns, emetophobia, threats of harm)

"Aw, sugar.." The dead bird is the farthest thing from appetizing but you look so darn happy offering it to him, how's he supposed to say no?

"You're the sweetest, daddy will eat it later, ok?" That at least seems to be satisfactory enough for now, as you drop the poor thing down onto the park table.

The playground has long been abandoned, left in disarray since the apocalypse hit, that doesnt stop Hank from finding it absolutely adorable when you try to climb up a slide. Nearly gives him a heart attack though.

"Baby, come on, you're gonna hurt yourself." He wonders if you remember being little and playing here, your memory isn't the best when it comes to some things but you sure seem to recall what it takes to give him gray hairs. "I know you think it's fun, but your old man really couldn't handle it if you got scratched up while you're messing around."

You get hurt so easily now a days, he's basically toddler proofed the house all over again and yet you still find a way to bang yourself up when he's not around, that's why he's taken to tying you up when he can't keep an eye on you.

When you do finally decide to slide back down, Hank immediately sweeps you up into his arms with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright, I think you've had enough outside time for today, we should be headin' home."

It would've been a good day, a great one even, if he didn't catch the glittering of a silver barrel from the corner of his eye.

"Shit-" Hank has never been more greatful that he was holding you, because you lunge automatically for the stranger and likewise closer to the gun. "No, sweetheart, shhh..shh..calm down.." God, he'd love it if you listened, it's hard to pull out his own pistol while trying to wrangle you into staying put.

Other survivors aren't very common in town, most people left after the first few months.

"You gonna let that thing go so I can shoot it?" He recognizes that voice, and it makes Hank's heart sink into a pit in his stomach. "I ain't.. Hank?" A familiar face is rare, a friendly familiar face is nearly unheard of.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, just step back for a minute, alright?" When Hank glances over, he wasn't expecting Bo to be emptying his stomach onto the cement.

"I- Fuck-" The man retches again, dryheaving. "You.. God, the kid.." An honorary uncle, Bo knew you since the day you where born, he didn't see the day that was meant to be your last.

"I know," You stopped struggling once you heard his voice, eyes wide as you simply whine to be let down. "You're gonna have to wait, be patient, hun." That never was your strong suit. "The grown ups need to talk."

"Hank.. man, you gotta let them go.." There's tears in Bo's eyes as he takes a cautious step forward. "They're dead. There aren't any ifs or buts, that's a corpse. You can't-"

"That is my child," He's been a sinner for a long time, if it comes down to it, shooting his brother will be one of his worst. "My baby, what kind of father am I to hurt them?"

"A merciful one!" There are days you wake up confused and scared, you cry for hours or at least your body tries to. "They aren't a person anymore, Hank, they aren't themselves. You're fucking lucky they haven't bitten you yet!"

"I'd welcome it if they did." He's thought about it, that first night when you went cold in his arms and many more after that. "You pull that trigger and that's it, a life without my kid isn't worth living."

"Dammit," Hank almost collapses in relief as the gun is holstered, putting his away as well. "You're still an idiot, huh? Figures.."

Bo approaches slowly, never taking his eyes off your still form. All you do is smile and try to reach out for a hug, but he cringes away with a look of disgust.

Hank's heart breaks as you tuck your teary face against his neck. He doesn't know how to explain in a way you'd still understand, all he can is press a kiss to your forehead and shush your sniffles.

[rafeysdeer]

hiii I really love ur writing I eat it up everytimee ❤️❤️❤️😍😍😛

I was wondering if I could request a Jason Todd like thingy where reader is new to Gotham and she doesnt know her boyfriend (jason) is red hood or who he is really . And one night he just passes out straight in bed without even thinking about his suit and helmet and reader wakes up to this masked man in her bed and is like screaming and being like “wtf who the hell are you” “my bf is huge and he’ll fuck you up” and calling Jason and stuff and he’s just like tf?

Ik this request is like all over the place but I just randomly had this cute idea and I thought you’d eat it up 😍

thankkk uu ❤️❤️❤️

rough night (aka civil!reader x vigilante bf jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: where jason still keeps being a vigilante a secret from you, and you continue to be clueless that your boyfriend is red hood, until one rough night he forgets something a little important.

a/n: omg hi! i'm so happy with your request, sorry that it take so long, but here it is, i love how your mind work btw, hope you like it, i actually don't think my writing is good on this one, but the prompt is amazing! feel free to send requests!

It was a particularly calm night, at least for you, who had already done your bedtime routine, and were curled up in the couch with your favorite book, waiting for your boyfriend.

You watched on the news that there was a chasing, but this is Gotham, there is always a chasing on the news, you may not have lived here for long, but you are used to the special way of the city, fights, deaths and crimes that flooded the city on an ordinary weekday.

As much as you enjoyed waiting for your boyfriend to get home, so you could go to bed with him, he was pretty late today, and it was already late night, sleep was starting to overtake you, the book slowly becoming less interesting and more hazy, finally making you decide it was time to go to bed.

Now, even though Gotham is a dangerous city, and more than anything, unexpected, you definitely didn't expect that on a cool tuesday night you would walk into your room in your pretty pajamas and comfortable robe and find a huge vigilante lying on your bed, comfortable, as if he lived there his whole life.

And no one can blame you that your first reaction was to scream, scream for your life, while the book falls from your hand, you were in complete shock, the vigilante waking up confused as he looks around and finds you wrapped in your pink robe looking absolutely terrified.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment? How did you get into my fucking apartment?" she said frantically as tears began to well up in your eyes as you grabbed the closest thing to you, to defend yourself, which turned out to be the lamp on your nightstand.

And the man lying in your bed looks just as confused as you do, even more, his head tilted to the side, you can't see through the intimidating red helmet, but you're sure if you could, you'd see a huge question mark hanging on his face.

"What do you mean who the hell am I? Have you lost your mind, honey?" And it wasn't until his voice came out modified by the modulator that Jason realized he was still in his full uniform, including his helmet, which explained his girlfriend's complete panic upon seeing him.

"Look, my boyfriend is going to be here any minute, and he's huge and he's going to beat the hell out of you, so please leave."

The words might have been intended to be threatening, but they lost their effect almost instantly when he knew that the boyfriend she was referring to was the one lying on the bed being threatened at that moment, and also by the tears he desperately wanted to wipe from your face.

And, as Gotham is the city of the unexpected, the unexpected happens, and the huge vigilante lying on your bed starts laughing, but not a threatening laugh, or a shy little giggle, he starts to really laugh, the kind of laugh that you throw your head back for laughing so hard, while slowly removing the helmet from his head.

And when your beloved boyfriend reveals himself, the lamp in your hand slowly lowers as your lips part in pure shock.

"Jason? What the hell is going on right now?"

She said while still holding the lamp, and looked at him more confused than ever, and the once scary and threatening vigilante stands up and wraps you in a hug, while you remain in complete shock.

"Did you have any intention to tell me about this at some point?"

Your mind, still recovering from the shock, manages to elaborate and ask, while you return the hug, as tight as you can, still shaking from finding out that your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, I swear I was going to tell you, I just didn't know if you were going to be ready to hear it, and if you would still be with me after you found out."

"If you would still see me the same way, you would love me the same way"

And now your shock is for a completely different reason, as you pull away from his embrace softly, your brows furrowed in pure indignation.

"Are you kidding me right now? Jason I would love you and be with you even if you were the fucking Batman."

And a comforting smile appears on your face, as you, on your tiptoes, hold his face in your hands as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and for you, he was.

"Jay, I love you regardless of any of this, if you're a secret vigilante at night, your secrets or anything else, because I love you for who you are and I need you to know that."

And now the bright tears in your eyes were for a completely different reason, you just didn't expect him to think that way, when right there in front of you is the man you loved the most in the world.

"God, what did I do to deserve someone like you?" he murmurs into your hair as you're wrapped around each other, you guiding him towards the comfortable bed.

"I ask myself that every day, Jay."

And now, with no secrets and curled up comfortably in each other, as it should be, he whispers to you.

"About that Batman thing, we need to talk."

[emsdevs]

🎁 14 with quinn 👀

a/n: kirby my love, this one is for you 🧡 i know you love your angst

Prompt 14: "Please. Please just listen to me."

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You never thought it would come to this. You thought you and Quinn were forever. Everything had been perfect until you had started seeing less and less of him. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been on a date, and he barely held a conversation with you now. You knew bringing it up would be difficult, but you hadn’t imagined it would blow up like this.

“Quinn, we barely talk anymore! When was the last time you kissed me? A real kiss, not some reflexive kiss on the cheek when you get home from a roadie!” you weren’t sure when it started, but the two of you have been shouting back and forth so long your throat is starting to feel scratchy.

“That’s not fair! Do you know how busy I am?”

“Oh, trust me I know! The only thing I hear about anymore is the Canucks! The team needs this! The team can’t do that! God, Quinn, even when you were hurt and had absolutely no business being on that ice, you couldn’t shut up about your team! Sometimes, it’s like you forget I even exist! Like I’m just some housemaid or someone to come to when you need relief! Except we don’t even do that anymore do we?”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so clingy! I mean, Jesus, I barely get a moment to myself! You’re so obsessed with me! This isn’t even that serious!” 

Your face goes blank the second the words leave his mouth. This isn’t even that serious? He didn’t tell you he wanted to break up, but with those five words, Quinn just ended your relationship.

“It isn’t that serious?” you’re fuming now, and he can tell by how level your voice is. “So what? You’ve been stringing me along for over two years? Let me move in? You remember me having to get permanent residency for this right? All of that and it’s not serious?”

“Babe don’t-”

“No you’re right, Quinn. I’m leaving. You can have your space back. I’d hate to take it anymore since you so obviously don’t want me here,” you head to what was a shared bedroom not even two hours ago. You pack all your bags, at least what you would need for a couple of days, and Quinn does nothing but stand there and watch. He doesn’t speak up again until you’re leaving the bedroom and heading for the front door with your suitcase in tow.

“Baby, c’mon. You’re being dramatic. Where are you even gonna stay?”

“Oh, no! Clingy and dramatic! Guess I really need to get out of your hair then. And where I’m staying is not of your concern anymore,” you roll your eyes, attempting to continue on your path to the door when he blocks it.

“Please. Please just listen to me. It doesn’t have to end like this. We don’t have to end like this,” he’s begging now, and as pitiful as he looks, you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore. You’re tired of sitting around, waiting for him to give you attention like some dog sitting at the door waiting for its owner to return. You have to get out.

“Just stop, Quinn. It’s done. We’re done. No second chances. I’ve given you too many to begin with. If you didn’t want this to end, you should’ve tried harder to keep me before it was too late. Hopefully, you can find someone a little less clingy and obsessive.”

You walk away, not looking back once the door is shut. You just closed a huge chapter in your life. Anyone else would probably be rejoicing right now, basking in the feeling of being free from a situation that wasn’t good. Somehow, though, you can’t help but feel like this might have been a mistake.

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[sevsbunny]

fingering!!! r receiving, slight public sex (in a booth alone by the end of the night) eighteen plus!!!!

hehehe catching her gaze like this staring at you as she crosses the bar

her cocky ass stride up to the bar, throwing up a single of two drinks to the bartender, her gaze looking back over at you with a smirk

and you’re fiddling with your already watered down gin and tonic you had ordered when you first got here. it wasn’t your first time at the bar, but it was without someone to have on your arm

you decided to go out, how fun and MAYBE find someone to help you get laid. you weren’t expecting anything, honestly. you didn’t really think you’d turn any heads — let alone sevika’s

shit she’s coming over here, you scramble with your hair, pressing it flat to fix it even though you don’t know what you look like with the lack of mirrors

she smirks, raising an eyebrow loosely as she puts both of the glasses on the table, the dark amber liquid splashing a little over the lip of the cup.

“this seat taken, princess?” her voice is low, rough like sawdust making you tremble in your spot. you shook your head, sliding over a bit in the booth to give her space - she needed it

she huffed an amused sound, sliding your glass over to you as she sat down in one smooth movement and suddenly her thick thighs were pressed up against you.

she was much larger than you anticipated

“haven’t seen you ‘round here,” she says as she lifts the cup up to her lips, your eyes watching her lips brush against the cool glass wishing they were your lips instead

she caught your gaze, smirking a bit more before sipping the drink. she gestured towards you to take a sip, and you did quickly coughing as it brined your throat. “good girl.” you feel a warm blush spread on your cheeks at her praise, feeling your thighs clench a little in repsonse

“been here before,” you respond, taking another sip and the warm amber liquid falling down your throat with a slight burn. it was getting more comfortable being able to drink. “just here for the first time alone.” you admit, crossing your ankles and looking over at her

“is that so?” she muses, mixing the alcohol in her glass in a circular movement with her wrist as if she was in thought. “what are you looking for?” she asks, draping her left arm across the back of the seat and behind you. you could feel the slight coolness of the metal from her arm radiate onto your skin

“a good time if one permits,” yohsaw with a little dry laugh, but she just smirks as you, leaning her head to the side a bit in curiosity. you feel her gaze under your frame and it makes you feel small, like you’re just her prey.

and in some ways you were

she had gotten you five drinks in, maybe a few blunts rolled in between there — she wasn’t paying attention. she was about as fucked up as you in this moment and she could not keep her hands off of you

it was getting late, you knew that, but you couldn’t deny that the way sevika’s hands felt on your skin didn’t make you wanna stay out a little later. you leaned into her touch, her fingers playing mindlessly with the ends of your skirt as she listens to you ramble about whatever the fuck yoh were into

she swore she cared about your interested, a pretty thing like you, you had a big beautiful brain that she had started to pick apart in mere three hours of meeting.

but she wanted something else to pick apart.

you stopped mis sentence as you watched her eyes flicker briefly from your gaze down to your lips, a soft hitch of breath in your throat as she brings a hand up to your cheek, cupping it.

“am i talking too much?” you don’t really care for the answer, honestly. as long as she closed the gap in between the two of you.

“yes,” she breathed out lowly before pulling your head towards her and pushing her lips against yours. you let out a soft sigh as you felt her lips against yours, your hands finding their way to wrap around her neck to close the gap in between tour bodies

she groans as she pulls you into her lap, your legs straddling hers, your cores pressed against each other.

her lips tasted of weed and whiskey, a hint of mint form the peppermints she’s been ‘snacking’ on all night. she was intoxicating, roaming her hands under your shirts and pressing her palm firmly against your back, making it arch just a bit

“so responsive,” se purrs softly against your lips before trailing her lips down rhe side of your jaw, towards the curve of your neck. you move your head towards the side to let her and she chuckles.

“easy, hm?” you blush darkly at the truth, your hands holding onto her shoulders as she takes her flesh hand from your back and brings it around the front of your hips, right to cup your core over your underwear and under your skirt.

“sevika..” you gasp softly, suddenly remembering you were still in the bar.

“no one will bother us.” you whine softly as she presses her two fingers against your clothed entrance. “not unless you keep quite, okay sweetheart?” she murmurs against your neck you gulp shyly, before feeling her teeth nip at the skin and suck

a breath one escapes your throat before she starts rubbing you slowly though your underwear, feeling your slick dampen your underwear making you feel more embarrassed at how turned on you were in this moment

“so wet baby. this for me?” she teases as you whine, digging your nails into her. she knew the answer, she just met you but she couldn’t let go of you now.

she gets impatient before pushing your underwear to the side, and teasing your hole with her middle finger. “what do you want?” she noticed how you were slowly starting to grind onto her for direction and release, but she wasn’t going to give it to you that easily

“you please,” you beg softly, her nose nudging up the side of your neck, nipping the skin on your jaw before she takes her other hand that was on your back, to the front — gripping your chin roughly making you look at her

her pupils are blown out, a dark slate grey gaze swimming with desire pools back into your own eyes, making your core throb at just how much she wants you looking at you like this.

“be specific, baby. what do you want, hm?” she squeeze your cheeks a bit, your lips puckering softly as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“fingers, please sev..” you whined her name softly? through puckered lips before she grins with a satisfying smile

“good girl,” she purrs as she slips her middle finger into your hole, a soft moan escaping your lips as she takes her grip off your chin. “mm, perfect pussy baby, you know that?” you let out another soft whine at the compliment, your rain feeling fuzzy from the alcohol and weed she overloaded in your system

exactly what she wanted for you. she wanted to have you perfectly palatable in her lap to play with as she desires, to make you feel good and to keep you under her for as long as you’re willing to let her

“more,” you whine softly, moving your hips on her finger as you dig your nails into her. she curses under her breath as she slips a second finger into your cunt and picking up the pace of her hand

the wet sounds of your pussy was flooding your brain, your eyes never leaving face as she watched the way your pussy took her fingers so well. how slick they were with each stroke and every single gaps and whine falling form your lips

“so fucking pretty,” she leans back a bit, moving you so she can see move of your pussy taking her fingers. they stretched you out, a subtle sting turning to pleasure as she curls her fingers into your cunt

“fuck, sev just like that …” you arch your back a bit, moving your hips against her ministrations and she lets out a pussy clenching growl at the sight. she grips your hip with her bionic arm, moving your hips against her

“atta girl, ride my fingers like it’s my cock baby.” her words are filthy as they make desire pool at the bottom of your stomach, her thumb coming to press firmly against your clit in circle. you squeeze around her fingers, huffing our soft moans.

“close baby?” you nod, biting your lip and not trusting the sound of your voice. you knew that if you opened them, you’d let out a loud moan and you’d for sure get caught

“being so fucking good staying quiet sweetheart,” she groans as she feels a wet spot seep through her own pants from your cunt, her own pussy throbbing watching you ride her like this

you were not going anywhere after this.

you let out a soft whine as you looked at her with a quiet pleading look. she smirked, pressing hard on your clit as she pushed hire fingers sloppily into your cunt as your hips met her movements

“oh baby, you wanna cum?” you nod desperately, hips rocking back and forth as the booth slightly creaks, a soft grunt coming from sevika’s lips as she nods . “go on then, baby. cream around my fingers.” you let out a soft moan at her command as you cum, gripping onto her and digging your nails deeply into her

she groans at the pain of your nails in her, igniting a deeper feeling inside of her as she feels you cum around her fingers

“good girl, fuck you look so pretty like this.” she moans out softly, her lips hanging open as she rides you through your orgasm, before slowing your hips

she keeps her fingers in you for a moment, her bionic hand coming to up to cup your cheek and you lean into her touch.

she takes her fingers from your cunt, before pulling them up. “open.” she commands and you do as she says. you taste yourself on your tongue instantly as she pushes them into your mouth. you suck on them, suck them clean she felt her cunt throb widely.

“cleaning them before i even ask. good fucking girl.”

[parkersbliss]

Okay after the last request I am official kinda obsessed with the American! reader one shots! I was wondering if you could one where the boys learn that reader knew Graves somehow from back home? Like they find pictures of them together and reader is like “Oh that’s my ex!/friend” and we see the boys reaction? I love your writings sm!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

babe I am SO sorry for the wait. college was kicking my ass. but like oh my god I love this request. I love it so much I wrote 2,000 words! thank you so much!! xx

TO THE GRAVE(S)

PAIRING: task force 141 x female!american!reader WARNINGS: phillip graves, implied ex relationship with ghost / price, mentions of death and violence, frat boy graves thoughts A/N: I got SO carried away with some of the au's of reader and graves. sorry gang he's my baby girl

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Gaz:

The space you shared with Gaz was empty, to say the least. You had recently moved in, so it made sense. You couldn’t stand it. You had been sitting for hours with your boyfriend on the couch, ordering various pieces of furniture. You were lucky you even had a bed. 

Thus was the process of moving in, especially with a sergeant who had to try and time it for when he was home. You wouldn’t trade it for anything, though. 

Sure, the space was blank, a few things from your previous place, but nothing that screamed The Garrick’s (or soon to be). 

This leads you to sit on the couch you took from Kyle’s, box in your hand as you search for some photos to frame and hang up. Something to signify people lived here. 

Kyle is sitting next to you, arm slung over your shoulder as he continues browsing for furniture. He listens to you talk when you find a photo that triggers a memory, loving the excited gleam in your eye as you talk about your high school days. 

That was until you pulled out a certain photo. 

He nearly does a double take as you hold it up, head tilting to the side as you examine it. “Who’s that?” He asked as nonchalantly as possible. You could hear the strain in his voice though and raise a brow. You turn back to the photo of you and Phillip side by side, leaning against each other and flashing a four on your fingers like some frat boys. 

“Phillip,” You said. “He was a good friend.” 

“Was he?” Kyle snorts, unable to hide the obvious disdain for the man. How dare someone as vile, putrid, and untrustworthy as he ever lay hands on his girl. You, his sweet, beautiful girlfriend. 

You roll your eyes, setting the photo on the table. “He was just a friend, babe. Seriously. I only knew him because I was sophomore class president, and he was senior.”

Kyle grabs the photo from the table. “You look a little more than friends.”

“I have actual exes, you know.” 

“None as bad as him.” 

You furrow your brows, plucking the photo from his hands. “You don’t even know him. He was smart, funny, charis—” 

“Okay!” Kyle huffs, cutting you off and you blink in surprise. He was never this harsh with you, and certainly not over things in the past. 

“What is this about?” 

Kyle sighs, leaning back on the sofa with crossed arms. He tried to keep you out of his work life. Hidden away in your flat in London, a quiet corner of the world where he was Kyle and not Gaz. Knowing Graves had experienced some semblance of the peace you brought irked him. It shouldn’t bother him, because, like you said, it was a while ago. Still, the burn from his betrayal is charred. 

“You remember that day I called you panicking over Soap and Ghost?” He asked. “They were in Mexico.” 

“Yeah.” 

“They were being hunted by an opposing military team,” He starts, gently grabbing your hand. “Shadow company.” He can see the confusion in your eyes. The wariness as you’re unsure where he’s going with this. “Graves runs that company.” 

There’s a heavy beat of silence. You weren’t really attached to him. Again, just class presidency stuff. You would’ve probably never thought about him again if you hadn’t seen the photo. “You know,” You finally said, voice bouncing off the empty walls. “I always did think he was a little power crazy.” 

Kyle nearly cries in relief, grabbing you in his arms as he buries his face in your neck, and you giggle. “You have no idea.” 

Ghost:

Simon prided himself on being a good partner to you. His entire existence was tethered to you and the smile on your face. He did his best to make sure it stayed there. He was always gentle with you when he was upset, never yelling. There was a certain softness you brought out in him, and he adored it. Now, Simon was still a jealous man. He hated to see others looking at you with nothing but lust in their eyes. But when you would turn around to face him, eyes brimming with love only for him, it didn’t matter. 

Except for this time. 

You’re lying in bed with him, flipping through your yearbook from high school. Your friend had texted you earlier in the day about how one of your old friends had just had a baby with someone you least expected. Thus prompting you to scour the yearbook for this “guy.” And then you just fell down the rabbit hole of past memories. 

You’re tucked into Simon’s side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder and head leaning against yours as you point out various pictures. 

His breath halts when your finger traces over a certain one, a small frown tugging at the corner of your lips. 

He would recognize the face of Graves anywhere. Even if it was your yearbook from a youth spent in the South. What are the odds? 

Simon’s free hand balls into a fist as he takes in the photo and its implications. Graves is in a football uniform, giant 01 on his jersey. He’s younger, with no stubble or scar on his cheek but otherwise the same cocky smile. The same one Simon had mistaken as friendship and later realized it was all deception. Grave’s has got you sitting on his shoulder, bright smile and arm raised with a pom-pom as you cheer. 

“That’s Phillip,” You said. Of course, when you talked about your ex Phillip, you meant that Phillip. 

Simon clicks his tongue in response, voice gruff. “You look happy.” 

You sigh, moving the yearbook to rest on the bed. “I was.” 

Simon’s calm on the outside, but truly, he was a tea kettle boiling over. Every glance at that damned photo sent him a little more towards the edge. He had wanted to throttle Graves not so long ago, and now? It was worse knowing he was that Phillip. The ex that left you torn apart. 

“He was good for a while,” You admit. “It was all rainbows and unicorns. He was the kind of player that runs up and kisses you after a touchdown.” Simon’s lip twitches. “Then he left for the Marines, and he was never the same.” You lean more into Simon, unaware of the rage churning inside him. “I think the war changed him, Si. He was so angry after and I realized he just wasn’t the same.” 

Should he tell you? The man that broke your heart was, in fact, also his enemy? That they’d come face to face, and Soap had killed him? That war had changed Phillip into a power-crazy, lap dog, sociopath? 

“I just hope wherever he is now, he’s okay.”

Well, that settles it. Simon watches as you close your yearbook, still frowning, and he knows telling you would be worse. 

“I’m sure he is,” Simon said, squeezing your shoulder. “I’m sure he got everything he ever wanted.” There’s a double meaning there, but you don’t catch it. You have no idea that your ex has been presumed dead. Ironically, Simon doesn’t know he’s alive. 

You kiss your boyfriend on the cheek. “I’m always so grateful you come from deployment the same. You’re too good to me.” 

That’s simply not true. Simon could always be a better man — for you. His hand cups your face, and he places a kiss on your lips. 

Soap:

Johnny’s hands shake as he holds his phone. There was no way, no fucking way he was seeing this right. He’d been putting off a visit to the eye doctor for a while, but it couldn’t be this bad. He must be imagining things. Otherwise, how else do you explain that his girlfriend is clearly posing in a photo with his mortal enemy? 

He had lost it. The head injuries had finally caught up with him. 

He repeats that like a mantra even after he zooms in and out on the Instagram post and stalks your best friend's page for clues. 

Cue Johnny’s with about an inch of space between his sight and the phone when you walk in. 

He’s sitting at the kitchen table, and you’re leaning against the doorframe, brow raised. “Whatcha got there, bubs?” 

Johnny’s head snaps in your direction, phone slamming down on the table. “What?” His accent is thick. 

“What’s on your phone?” You walk over towards him, plucking the device out of his hand and examining the photo of you, your best friend, and Phillip. It must be some school event because all three of you are in blue tutus, green and blue face paint, and more accessories of the same color. “Oh my god,” You laugh. “I haven’t seen this photo in years.” 

Johnny’s brows furrow. “Why—,” He coughs. “What is it?” 

“It was our homecoming game,” You said, still looking over the photo fondly. “The student section where we stood had like leaders that would direct chants and stuff. Phillip was one, and this was his last game doing it so we went all out.”

You said it so casually. The name of the man who had put his head on a bounty. He wasn’t mad at you, of course. Clearly, this was a time before the present Graves. Still, the coincidence — the idea — irked him. He never told you about Mexico. Johnny didn’t want to worry you about it. Besides, when he was home, he’d rather listen to you talk about happier things. And Graves was dead now. 

“Haven’t seen him in years, though. He’s some CEO now of a private company. Jenna doesn’t really talk to him much anymore. Says he’s like really busy.” 

“Jenna?” Johnny questioned, referring to your best friend. “She’s still… in contact?” 

You give him a funny look, setting the phone down on the table. “Yeah? It’s her brother, after all.”

Johnny’s eyes doubled in size, spluttering. “What? That’s Jenna’s brother?” He was aware your best friend had a brother, older, a good friend of yours. But he never gave it much thought than that. She was married, so her last name had changed. If that was the case… she couldn’t be in contact with him. He was dead. Johnny would know. He killed him. “Bloody fucking hell, babe,” Johnny mumbles. 

“What’s going on?”

Johnny shakes his head. “She doesn’t know what he does?” 

“I don’t know! He doesn’t talk about his work. Who cares?”

Your boyfriend grabs your hands, pulling you into the seat across from him. “When was the last time she talked to him?” 

“What is happening?” 

“Love.” 

You’ve never seen your boyfriend look so panicked. Sweat was beading on his forehead, hands shaking in yours, and his accent much harder to understand. “The holidays.” 

“Fuck!” He drops your hands, standing up and running a hand through his mohawk. He wasn’t dead. 

“Can you just tell—” 

“Phillip Graves owns a private military company that tried to kill me in Mexico.” 

Silence as you stand there dumbfounded. Your best friend's brother was… he was bad. 

You eventually approach your boyfriend, grabbing the hand that was running through his hair. “I didn’t know.” 

Johnny embraces you tightly, pushing your head into his chest. “I’m not mad at you, love. Just got some unfinished business now.” 

He kisses your forehead, swaying you side to side, a plan forming deep in his cortex. One to kill him once and for all. 

Price:

There was a reason John Price was called a captain. He was a natural leader, someone who commanded the attention of those around him. Still, that wasn’t enough to warrant running his own team. To be responsible for others' lives took more skills. He was a good decision-maker under pressure. He could control his emotions better than others. He wasn’t rash when it came to the lives of others. That’s what made him a good leader. 

It’s also what made him a great husband. He was a gentle giant with you. Every decision you make, from the color of the walls to the couch in your living room, was made with thorough consideration. 

It’s what you loved most about John. Being around him made you calm. You can't even think about a moment in your relationship when you’d seen him harsh and yelling.

You were both sitting on the couch, some sports game playing on the TV in the back. You’re leaning against him, flipping through a photo book. You had gotten a few prints back from your wedding photographer and had filled them into your wedding book and then got distracted but the others. You and John were sentimental people, and you took it upon yourself to create memory books to show your kids one day. 

John hadn’t really seen yours since they ended up getting made by you and stuck on a shelf. So, here you were, lecturing him on all the years of your life he hasn’t been present. Truthfully, he knew most of the stories, but he enjoyed listening to you talk and the small facts you’d sneak in. 

“And then we lost this meet horribly. I think Layla got injured and went out.” You flip the page, various photos of you and your teammates on the mat. 

John hums, leaning over you to look at the photos. “That must suck.” 

You shake your head. “Depends if you got the cute athletic trainee that day or not. I think a lot of girls faked injuries to see him.” 

Your husband laughs, a deep rumble you feel next to him. “You got a picture?” 

You flip through a couple pages until you find him. You snort at the photo. You’re sat on the floor of the gym, leg extended and bandaged from whatever injury you had sustained. A young boy is next to you, kneeling with his arms wrapped around your upper half and leaning his head against yours. John’s brow twitches slightly as he sees the widesmile on your face, and small hands clasping the arm of your… ex. 

What’s even more concerning is the recognition brewing in the back of his head. He uses a hand to gesture for you to hand him the book. You do, and he holds it up to his eyes, scanning for why this guy was so familiar. Ashy blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a grin that he wants to wipe off. It’s only when he catches a glimpse of the name on the upper corner of his jacket does it hits him. 

“Graves.” 

“How’d you know his name?” You asked with surprise. 

“Saw it on the jacket,” John answered with ease. His fingers itch to rip the photo to shreds. 

You hum, sliding the book back from him. “He was really popular. Took the athletic training class for fun his senior year and then had to do the internships at games.” 

John huffs. “You dated?” 

You shrug, offering no real sort of attachment to him. “Sort of. Was more like a few weeks, couple games, Valentine’s Day.” 

“Seems like a good lad.” 

“I guess. There was something kind of off about him, though. But everyone at school loved him.” 

John quirks a brow at that, pressing his head to yours as he glances at the photo again. “What do you think he’s up to now?”

You tap your chin in thought, pushing the book to the side. “Probably some power-crazy CEO.” 

John laughs, threading a hand through your hair. If only you knew. He wouldn’t tell you. He saw you didn’t really care for him. Probably hasn’t thought about him in years. Your husband plans to do the same. “I bet he is.” 

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🍎Pinky Promise🍏

Caleb x Mc/Reader

TW: Planes, Kind of Lying But Really Just Forgetfulness, Not Really Proofread (that’s on me guys I’m sorry I’m eepy)

There was no way in hell Caleb had allowed himself to make the biggest mistake of your relationship thus far, or so he told himself as he ran into his fifth flower shoppe the mid morning of your first Valentine’s Day together. He was lucky enough that you got called in for an emergency brief over a break in your latest mission case that he had time to fix his ultimate screw up. When he woke up and found your blue heart shaped bowl of oatmeal you made for him with “I love you” written in dried fruits on top next to a beautifully written Valentine’s Day card he knew the damage had been done.

He had arrived only the night before after being away with his Fleet, the mission was a long and tough one. He hadn’t seen you for nearly three weeks and you both had very little communication, the only thing he wanted to do was hold you. So, after showering he is pretty sure he used his evol to hover himself over to the bed before slithering himself around you. Placing a kiss gently on your cheek, he peacefully went to sleep in the place where he belongs. You, however, were absolutely knocked out; you must have noticed him until morning. Which left him here.

“Good morning, Sir! How may I assist you?”, the florist asked. A gingerly old man who wore his age well slowly staggers from behind the counter wearing a vibrant sky blue dressing robe. His eyes, similar shade of purple to Caleb’s, but lit up in excitement at another customer and he offered a warm smile and a peppermint upon him approaching the counter.

Caleb nodded respectfully, “the biggest bouquet of roses you have please!”, failing at keeping the cool, calm, and collected spirit as he heaved to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry, Sir, but do you not know what day it is? I’m sold out of nearly everything. Balloons, Cards, Arrangements, the entire lot! ”, he rejected politely.

Caleb sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Ah- I see. That’s okay… Thank you anyway, uncle!”, he turned to continue his journey when he noticed a small arrangement of blue flowers left lonely on the shelf. They were bunched into a tiny candy apple red cylinder vase and have a white bow around it. Their little yellow centers peaked brightly through the vast sea of blue petals. “What is this one?”

The old man smiled, “They are “Forget-Me-Nots” only ever truly gifted to a rare, special person that comes around once in a lifetime. They are a sign of true everlasting love and a promise to always remember each other and the love you share no matter where life takes you.”

“I’ll take them.”, Caleb picks up the tiny flower arrangement quickly and goes to pay the man. His heart skipped a beat as it instantly settled on the arrangement.

“Hmm…”, the old man scans his gaze once overs him. “Are these for a lover perhaps?”

Caleb nods, “for my best friend, I know they may have no choice in where life takes us or how much they remember, but I want this to be a promise that I will always help them remember. A promise that I will love them through everything life has to throw at us, that there is no one else for me besides them.” He pauses for a moment, looking at his feet and shifting his weight as if a scolded child before continuing, “I also want to apologize for being a bad boyfriend and forgetting the simplest rules of getting them flowers on our first Valentine’s Day officially together. So I will pay double however much you ask.”

The florist smiles and reaches out a shaky hand to Caleb’s. For a moment he admires the thought of how despite time taking control of the man’s hands he finds the precise steadiness to create such beautiful pieces. He bends quickly, taking the elders hand firmly. A shaky exchange between the men before a small sigh escaped the old man which caused Caleb to meet his eyes which are soft and hide a depth of secrets. “Take them.”

“Huh?” Caleb must have misheard.

“Take them on the house. I, too, was a young soldier once. I know that look, my beloved other half made me love drunk the exact same way. Still to this day… just remember to keep this promise to your person okay young man? Oh, and if you think they are the one, let them know it. ”

Before Caleb could open his mouth to protest the man chuckles with a flick of his own fingers activated an evol and Caleb was outside the building holding the bouquet and the door was locked shut. The old man waved him off from inside. Caleb shouted a thank you and that he would return to pay the man some other time. Again, the old man laughed before shaking his head mumbling “young love huh?” And disappearing to the back of his store.

Caleb looked shocked at the bouquet in his hands before carefully sprinting home. Much to his surprise you both arrived at your apartment door at the same time. The chestnut colored door adorn with silver bells and a pink and red wreath stuck out amongst the neighbors with undecorated doors in the cream hallway. He quickly hides the bouquet behind his back. Praying to himself that you didn’t see him before he saw you.

“Hey babe.”, you tiptoe up and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Did you like your surprise?”

Caleb looked at you with nothing, but love in his eyes. “It was delicious, Pipsqueak. Matter of fact I think I recognize that porridge recipe from somewhere.” He quickly switched the hand the bouquet was in behind his back and lifted his left hand up to pinch your nose.

“You can’t blame me for learning your recipe, okay!”, you swat his hand away. He was acting a bit off, but you were honestly too tired to mention it.

“I was thinking we could go for a ride together?”, Caleb leaned back eyebrows cocked toward the ceiling as if trying to persuade you.

“I don’t know Caleb, I'm feeling a bit tired.”, turning to type in the passcode for your apartment. The panic set in his chest, if he let you open the door you would for sure realize the lack of him setting up anything for you and see that he is a bad boyfriend and if you saw he was a bad boyfriend you would want to break up with him and he didn't want that to happen he couldn't let that happen. His thoughts ran faster than his tongue could help him form words. Next thing he knew he was pulling your hand and leading you back towards the elevators. He was so wrapped up in getting you flowers he didn't realize he didn’t plan anything else. So he decided to do what he knew best. Flying.

“Caleb! Where are we going?!”, you struggled to keep pace up after him. Your combat boots loudly echoing with each growing step.

“We can sleep after. I promise,pretty please just come fly with me? Just one wrap around Linkon and if you are still tired we come straight home.”, his smile made the dull lighting on the elevator fade away. Your heart had no qualms, he seemed so excited it made you excited too. So you nod questioningly.

“On one condition…”, you pouted.

He paused before pressing the ground level button and waiting for you to continue.

“What's behind your back?”, you try and avert your gaze around your tall boyfriend knowing it would never work.

“Not telling you.”, he teased.

“Then I’m not going.”, you crossed your arms and turned away from him.

He huffs out in disbelief and presses the ground level button causing the elevator to start moving. Your lips pursed out exaggerated and eyes squished shut, you feel the heat of his body come up behind you as he uses one hand to cover your eyes. He brought his lips next to your ear, brushing it lightly as he spoke and it sent goosebumps down your spine.

“You’re a little snot. You know that? Ruining your poor boyfriend’s surprise… baby you wound me, buuuttttt because it is Valentine’s Day I’ll treat you nicely.” He places the bouquet gently in your hands making sure you have a good grip on it before letting your eyes go. Coincidently, you arrive at your location at the same time and he immediately claps his hands back over your eyes and laughs, “oops… too bad, Pipsqueak. Looks like you’ll have to wait.”

“This has to be impractical for you!”, You laugh as you feel him trip a little behind you as you enter the car garage.

“Keep it up and I’m putting you in arial time out and taking your flowers back-”, he stops himself short.

“You got me flowers?”, you coo in wonder trying to escape his hand.

“Damnit.”, he grumbles. “Look, just pretend you didn't hear that. No, I didn't get you flowers.”

“But-”

“Babe… please?”, he whined. He guides you into the passenger seat of his sportscar and buckles you. It smells freshly cleaned, which didn't surprise you as he rarely uses it. He only got it to help travel when he was with you in Linkon and even though you were allowed to use the beautiful bright red McLaren 750s, you much prefer your bike the association gave you. While he was walking around to his side you went to open your eyes to no avail. You couldn’t move at all for a few seconds. When you heard his buckle snap into place. “I felt that, you absolute brat. Trying to sneak a peek, always the troublemaker.” He smiles and deactivates his evol. “Go on Ms/Mr/Mx. Impatient” He pokes, fixes the bouquet for the last time in your hands.

You open your eyes slowly and see the wonderful ball of forget-me-nots. You turn to him and kiss his cheek hard. “They are gorgeous!”

“The… the old man said it was for a rare once in a lifetime person in your life. I never want to see a life without you in it.” His right hand came up and you nuzzled into it. “I love you baby, Happy Valentine’s Day, but dont fall for just the flowers… I have a trick just for you!”

“A trick on love day? Are you sure you don’t have the days confused?”

“Haha, Pipsqueak. Come on.”, He ruffles your head before speeding off.

__________________________________________________________________________

That’s how you got here. Heart louder than an 808 drum as you are strapped in gear sitting in between Caleb’s legs looking at the dashboard of one of his oldest planes. He has told you a million times that this one is safe, but the fact he drives it around you couldn't help but make your stomach do somersaults. He hit a few dials on the dashboard and was speaking to the airman guiding him to lift off. It wasn’t that you were afraid of heights or flying, just you never had been in one of his airshow trick planes before. Your hands found his thigh straps and he leaned forward putting his head on your shoulder. Even through your gear you could feel his heartbeat on your back. He does this for a living, how could he possibly be nervous too?

“We’ll be okay, trust me.”

“With my life.”, you hummed.

“For better or for worse?”, he suddenly asked using vows

“I do, Caleb. I always will.”, You sink back into him and take a deep breath as he starts his ascend. You closed your eyes until you felt his hand tap you gently telling you to look.

The sun was setting quickly on the horizon. The golden sun was kissed with deep purples, blues, and pinks as the orange was quickly fading through broken clouds. Up here Linkon seemed so quiet. Everyone and everything looked like ants. There were so many wanderers to worry about, no missions, no bills, no anything. Just you and him. There was no turbulence and you wondered if Caleb was using his evol to make the ride smoother for you. If he was you couldn’t tell.

“Hey… If you are scared I can just take us back down, babe. I don’t want to force anything on you. I can always show you another time, maybe have someone take a video how it looks from the ground?”, His eyes dancing between reading you and making sure he was on course.

“We can.”, you say determined. “I know you will keep us safe. I don’t doubt you my love, I trust you.”

“Then hold on.”, He quickly starts hitting buttons, he presses his headset to alert the person on the other end before shutting off his mic once more. You instantly grab your gear so hard your knuckles turn white and he squeezes you with his thighs as he guides the plane on a swift incline.

“You have to remember to breathe, Pipsqueak!” , he shouts over the engine , “If you pass out and miss it I’ll never forgive you! Took me months to get this right!” He prayed he would just actually get it right.

Next thing you know Linkon disappears and you both are flying through a cloud. Caleb pulls a lever and hooks the plane sharply upside down and swirls to a quick incline then a quick 45 degree decline. You squeal in excitement and as adrenaline rushes through your system waking you up more than any coffee ever could. Caleb places your hands on the steering wheel as he holds your noise canceling headphones slightly off, messing up putting something in your ears. You try to shake him off and try to look back and he just points and gestures to you to keep going. He occasionally lets go of an ear to help you with a lever that would send the plane rapidly in another direction. “You’ll need these it sounds louder up here!”, he warns you.

“What’s louder?”, you ask, but are only answered with your headphones being snuggled back on. You can’t hear anything, not even the sounds the plane is giving off.

Caleb’s large hands come to grip the wheel over your own and finally take you out of the cloud. His thumb gently rubbing over you and you feel him place a kiss on the back of your head. When you exit the clouds you are met with a series of bright colorful lights and Caleb pointing toward the clouds you just left. The strength of the plane cut the cloud in a perfect heart design and the fireworks below in Linkon are peaking through the design you both created. Tears begin to form in your eyes completely overwhelmed with a beautiful sight. A paradise moment that was meant just between you two. You quickly took out your phone and took a photo to put in your album on your living room table back in your apartment. If your heart could sing it would have been a world renowned opera singer. A sight and song meant just for Caleb. As you make your descent back down to Earth you couldn't help but let your tears flow.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! I … I’m sorry I didn’t set up anything special or different. Pipsqueak… Baby.”, Caleb was frantically wiping your tears and lifting you out of the plane.

“I’m not sad! I just love you so much! Tonight was perfect!”, you sob into his chest.

Relief washed over him entirely and his arms came around to embrace you as tight as possible “Don’t scare me like that! I love you too, but I thought I really messed up this time”, he laughed.

You reached back into his car and plucked one of the bunches of forget-me-nots.

“I promise in a million lifetimes I will never forget this night, Caleb. It may be Valentine’s Day everywhere but this belongs to only us. ” You mess his bangs up a little more as you tuck the bundle into his hair and smile fondly up at him. Next thing you know you are hovering and being pulled up to his lips where you are met with a passionate, foot popping kiss. He hooked your pinky with his and gently kissed both of your hands. Silently prompted you to do the same and a huge smile radiates to his eyes when you do.

“I will hold you to that, Lovely.”

[superbat-lmao]

When Damian first joins the family, he is unaware of the bargain.

All parties must be in agreement to expand the list of members, and at first, Jason and Tim were concerned about whether Damian was trustworthy. Dick thought it would be a good show of trust, but had been outvoted.

When Damian found out about it, the circumstances were dire. On of the goons had a heart condition, and even non-lethal force had been enough. In the report, he had died of complications and pre existing conditions. Damian had no way of knowing that, but Bruce would not see it that way.

It was Dick who approached him.

“Trust me. It’ll be okay. It’s just a conversation, you’ll see.”

He’d taken them both to a cafe in Metropolis.

“Clark owes me a few favors. Keeping Batman from listening, and not listening himself, are relatively easy ways to fulfill them.”

Jason and Tim were waiting for them. Damian bristled, not expecting the two of them and their attempts at civil appearances.

“What is this?”

Jason and Tim didn’t look amused and waited for them to sit down. Dick sighed, realizing they would be no help.

“First off. This is a neutral space. No information from this conversation will be shared to any party not immediately present, used as a means of threatening another party present, or discussed in locations that are susceptible to the information being discovered by another party. Damian, before we continue, you must agree to those rules. Jason, Tim and myself have abided by them for several years. There are more stringent rules around the information we will discuss, but this general basis must be agreed to before we continue. You may opt out if you wish and we can head back to the manor.”

Damian wrestled with his decision but little of it showed on his face aside from his usual scowl.

On the one hand, information was being kept from him that he could find useful. One the other hand, he would have to enter into an agreement with three dangerous individuals that would know if he went back on his word with any of the information. If Batman was not already privy to this information, there is a reason he does not know it. Damian would be unable to determine how to share the information without knowing how it’s protected.

“… Fine.”

“I need more than that, Damian.”

“I agree to your terms. The information will not be discussed, shared, discoverable, or used as a threat.”

A look passed between the three older vigilantes before Dick blinked and nodded.

“The three of us have a shared agreement regarding information that gets shared with Bruce. Things that would get us in trouble if he found out. There are a couple of rules and stipulations about the types of information, but basically, it boils down the a mutual non-aggression pact.”

Tim cut in quickly.

“In the course of our night jobs, you will make mistakes. Things you couldn’t possible have known about. And rather than allowing Bruce to fixate on things that aren’t preventable and out of our control, we regulate what he knows of those situations.”

Jason sighed and leaned back in his chair.

“When we fuck up and don’t want to get bitched out, we keep secrets from the old man. Early in knowing boy blunder here, we didn’t trust each other. To avoid involving B, we agreed not to eat on each other.”

Damian paused, considering.

“Then you all know what happened to one of the men from patrol a few weeks ago.” There wasn’t a question in Damian’s words, but Dick nodded anyways.

“Yeah, we know about his complications. That’s why we wanted to talk to you. We’ve been debating letting you into the pact since you came to live with B, but we weren’t sure how you’d take it.”

Damian tsk’d.

“You did not believe me trustworthy of such information.”

Tim tilted his head at him and said, “No, we didn’t.”

Damian nodded and thought about his options. If they were to be trusted, presumably they would keep information from Father. However, he would also become complicit in keeping information from Father, information he would not know the nature of until he agreed.

“What is the benefit of such an agreement?”

Jason chuckled and Dick started talking over him.

“We have all agreed to keep this information from Bruce. Meaning, if it looks like he’s getting too close to anything, we step in and help each other prevent that. It also means if we have a situation that arises and we need B to be kept out of it, we contact each other and it’s dealt with in real time.”

Tim nodded, adding “When I was going over files and alerts related to the case from last week I saw the coroner’s report of your guy. I could have altered the records right then and covered up the trail from the beginning. We have our own protocols for dealing with B and shared resources.”

“What is it that prevents this information from being shared?”

“Mutually assured destruction,” Jason said coolly.

“What Jason means,” Dick interjected, glaring, “is that the severity of the information is enough. As much as Tim or Jason doesn’t want B to know something, neither do I. If all of us work together, we’re good enough to keep it from him. The threat of any of us failing is enough of a deterrent because it would mean our own secrets coming to light. All information shared is of equal severity.”

Damian blinked, momentarily stunned.

“There is no punishment to ensure compliance?”

“Nothing aside from whatever B’s reaction to the information will be. And perhaps his reaction to finding out we kept it from him, if he figures that part out.”

All things considered, it was a fair deal. Not as secure as Damian would like, but better than nothing.

“I will require time to think about this proposal. But my original agreement stands. Will this be enough to ensure that the coroner’s report will remain in its current form or must I provide additional proof?”

“No, that’s alright. We’ll meet back up two weeks from now, we’ll need your answer by then.”

[catharticconsolation]

requests bot dump: valentine’s release

the iron claw.

♡David Von Erich- white wedding (by billy idol) Honeymooning on tour after a quick, rushed wedding was not the most romantic thing in the world. But to David, it was perfect, watching you sleep all soft and hazy next to him in a shitty motel bed. Because he’s with you.

♡Kerry Von Erich- someday we might (fallingforyou by the 1975)- Kerry’s been seeing you around, in the crowds of his matches, hanging around and cheering and so, so excited. Yet it still shocks him to see you in the back alley outside the venue, long after the fight is done, hands holding out a pen and a picture for him to sign, all alone in the cold.

shameless.

♡Lip Gallagher- enough for me to love (gypsy by fleetwood mac)- No one ever thought that Lip Gallagher would settle down. But here he is, with a girl and a baby boy, his little love, and a finally stable job. Maybe he’s healing.

♡Carl Gallagher- think you might hate me (girl, so confusing by charli xcx)- Neither of you know what’s going on between the two of you, and yet the bitterness and the hatred seems so, so satisfying.

challengers.

♡Patrick Zweig- jesus can always reject his father (family tree by ethel cain)- Patrick is in love with the pastor’s daughter, and communities like to turn on those who are different.

♡Patrick Zweig- make me dream of you (wicked game by chris isaak)- The world doesn’t know you. The world knows you from the stage, from being half naked and wrapped round a pole. But Patrick knows the real you, and he wants you.

misc.

♡Chandler Bing- so full of love, could barely eat (work song by hozier)- Chandler doesn’t often find himself being serious, but when his baby is upset, he suddenly knows just how to be tender, as if it’s second nature.

♡Carmen Berzatto- the street where mothers weep (i want you by bob dylan)- Family dinners never go well in the Berzatto household, and Carmy seems even more on edge just trying to keep you happy during your first time amidst the chaos. But he gets snappy, as always, and he always comes out as the asshole.

♡Kenickie Murdoch- born to handjive, baby- Kenickie is a sleaze, always has been and always will be. But it doesn’t deter you from hanging around, prancing around on his arm at every school dance.

♡Bob Dylan- melt back in the night, babe (it ain’t me, babe by bob dylan/ joan baez)- It’s easy for Bobby to switch up between oh so loving to closed off and empty. And yet, on mornings like this, you just wish that he’d come back to bed.

♡Spencer Reid- les (by childish gambino)-Spencer is getting tired of hiding you, and he might just be a little tipsy in the back of a taxi, sending the sneakiest of pictures of you to Morgan. He’s always said that he hates secrets.

♡Jake Peralta- crawling back to you (do i wanna know? by hozier)- Jake knows that he’s annoying, and he likes to think that he knows when to stop. But no, he doesn’t stop until you get scolded by the captain, and all of a sudden, he feels awfully, terribly sorry.

notes: these are all requested bots, sorry if they aren’t very good or valentines themed, it’s just that i didn’t really have much time to make anything else. credit to @toastray for the amazing dividers!

the link to each bot is the little red heart, happy Valentine’s Day, remember that bots aren’t real people, take a break if you find yourself getting too attached x

[shigarosie]

"Put your head right here baby."

His palm easily covers the back of your head, guiding your face into his neck. You've been trying to convince him to let you ride him for forever, and finally he gave in and let you climb on top of his lap on the couch.

"Good girl, keep it there for me."

You try your best to listen, taking the time you lick and nip at his neck when you're not too focused on bouncing on his cock. It's the perfect spot to hear his deep, heavy sighs and groans in your ear. But it gets warm in that little crook of his neck real fast, and your own neck can only take the odd angle for so long before you have to pull away.

"No no, baby, come back," he says, trying to pull you back in.

"Can't," you breathe, thankful to escape some of the heat. "Too uncomfortable- can't fuck you good like that."

"Turn around then, ride it reverse."

You raise your eyebrow but do as he asks. Maybe he just wanted a good view of your ass?

The new position isn't ideal for you. You can't watch him fall apart beneath you like you fantasized about, and it doesn't really hit that one spot you like at this angle, but he seems to be enjoying it, gripping your hips and helping you bounce harder, faster, up and down his length. You look back at him over your shoulder, your lip caught between your teeth while you give him your best 'fuck me' eyes.

He takes one of his hands from your hip and turns your head back to face forward. To face away from him. You try and look back at him again. He faces you forward.

Oh. He doesn't want to see your face.

Your pace slows at the realization, and he takes it as a cue to put in some work of his own, thrusting up into you.

It feels sad to say you zoned out while he fucked you like that, but you couldn't stop the way your mind raced as things started making sense. He liked to fuck you doggy style, and when he fucked you in missionary his head was always pressing into the pillow right next to your head or buried in your breasts. You never thought anything of it before, but he never looked at your face when you had sex. Even when you gave him blowjobs, his head always tilted back or his eyes were shut tight.

He didn't want to see your face.

You emerged from your whirling mind as he came inside you, his moans suddenly sounding too loud to your ears and his grip feeling too tight. Your heart feeling too heavy.

"Fuck," he pants, "your pussy was so tight at the end there. She gives me the best hugs-"

You hastily pull your panties back on, grabbing your shirt off the floor to cover your body as it now felt overly exposed.

"Hey, woah, you okay? What happened?" He tried to place his hand on your shoulder but you shrug it off, turning away from him. "Did I do something? C'mon, turn around baby-"

"No," you say. It comes out as a wobbly squeeze rather than the firm statement you wanted to make, but you couldn't help it. All your energy was being put into not sobbing right now.

"Baby, I don't know what happened, you gotta tell me so I can make it better," he pleads. You almost want to give in to his sweet, smooth voice. To turn around and bury your face in his chest and tell him it's fine if he never wants to see your face, you can just wear a mask forever. Even better, you can get a whole fucking face transplant surgery! Wouldn't that be great?

You feel sick.

"Please just look at me-"

An ugly hiccup punches its way out of your throat.

"Why? Is my face more bearable when you're not trying to get off? It's okay if I look at you as long as I'm not ruining your orgasm?"

It's so quiet that it almost feels eery. Like maybe if you did turn around, you'd find that he was all a figment of your imagination, that he never existed and you made him up entirely.

"Am I that ugly?" You have no choice but to whisper it. If you were any louder it would startle the tears in your eyes and they would all scramble down your face to run away from the noise.

You hear a thud, and suddenly there's a hand on the outside of each leg. He's on his knees behind you.

"I need you to know-" he has to take a deep breath to even out his own voice. "That I will never fucking forgive myself for making you think so lowly about yourself."

Your hands start to tremble. What could he possibly say to save himself in this situation?

"Every day I have told you that you're beautiful- every day I've meant it. But if I haven't made you feel it, then I've failed you as a partner." You can hear him gulp behind you. "I can't look at you when we have sex because I..."

Your eyes screw shut, forcefully evicting the tears from the ducts, bracing yourself for impact.

"If I see your face I won't last."

You stand there, frozen. Then your eyes blink open. What?

"What?" You repeat out loud, unintentionally.

His forehead falls forward in shame and embarrassment, resting at the base of your spine.

"When we first started seeing each other, before we had hooked up, I thought about you... A lot. Alone. I thought about your voice, your body, the way you smell." He sounds pained to admit it, as of you didn't know he was jerking off to the thought of you all those months ago in the beginning stages of your relationship. "But... Every time I thought about your face... I'd cum instantly."

You slowly turn around, but he keeps his head bowed. It presses into your soft lower stomach now, his hands lightly rubbing up and down your legs as he admits his secret to you.

"So when we have sex, I don't look at your face. I can't look at your face. It'll be over before we even start, it'll ruin it. I'd cum too soon and look like an idiot and not get to enjoy that intimacy with you. But I didn't think-" now he's the one who sounds choked up. "I didn't think you would think-"

You hesitantly reach down to touch his hair and he grips your legs tightly, pressing himself further into you.

"Fuck, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. I'm so attracted to you that it's a problem for me. But I never thought I'd make you feel so..."

"You couldn't just tell me?" You ask, not sure you fully believe him yet. Your version of the situation feels entirely more likely to you than his.

"I was too embarrassed," he mumbles. "Felt pathetic. Like you'd think I wouldn't be able to please you right. It's a stupid problem that's hurt you so badly. I'm so fucking sorry."

You run a hand through his hair, guiding his head to tilt back and look up at you.

"I wouldn't have minded," you say softly. "If you told me I wouldn't have minded looking away. And when you were ready, I could've looked at you and asked you nicely to cum while you looked me in the eyes and showed me how beautiful you think I am."

He whimpers. "You can't say that to me, I already just came."

"I'm sorry I freaked out," you tell him, still stroking his hair. "But no more secrets, okay? You gotta be open with me so this doesn't happen again. Promise?"

He stares up at you with devotion shining in his eyes. You almost can't believe you ever doubted him. "I swear on my fucking life. This one and the next. I'll never make you feel less than the gorgeous angel you are."

[somekidnamedkai]

Can I request Trey clover x reader where he, the reader and adeuce are in the kitchen baking and adeuce knows that Trey and reader like each other but hasn't said it yet. Reader is like okay hand me the tray and they push Trey into their arms and he goes with it. Okay you have me where do you want me now?

Authors note: My first fic from my year long hiatus. I loved this so so much, i hope you enjoy it, thanks for requesting anon!

Character: Trey Clover

Word count: 1073

Warnings: None

You and Trey had obvious chemistry… to everyone except you two. I mean, you and Trey were just friends. That didn’t stop you from having a huge crush on him though. How could you not? Not only was he gorgeous, he was attentive and kind. But there was no way he felt the same, at least not in your opinion. 

Your friends Ace and Deuce, however, thought differently. Why, you ask? Because Trey had said the same thing to them, how he adored you and your beautiful smile and how he wished you felt the same but you didn’t. The pair of first years just looked at each other in return, wondering how the two of you were just so oblivious to each other's obvious pining. Maybe if the two of you opened your eyes you’d just see how you were meant for each other. Which is why Ace and Deuce took it upon themselves to get you together.

You, Ace, and Deuce were in the Heartslabyul kitchen with Trey, getting ready to bake tarts, cakes, cookies, and other treats for the upcoming unbirthday party. Trey had needed some help preparing, and you being the lovesick fool, I mean, good friend that you were, offered to help him, stringing Ace and Deuce along, which to your surprise they went along with, which only made you question what they were scheming.

You were currently mixing some dough for a batch of cookies you were baking, although your mind kept drifting elsewhere, wondering how different this scenario would be had you been dating Trey. Would he be closer to you, showing you more hands-on what to you, or would he keep his vice housewarden exterior and devote everything to make sure the treats were perfect for the party, after all, his housewarden was a perfectionist. “Thanks again, Prefect, your help is greatly appreciated,” Trey’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He looked perfect over there, his hair all messy, some dough on his face, and his grin- you shook your head, bringing yourself back to reality once again. 

“Anytime, Trey, it’s no problem, really,” you replied to your friend, a small smile appearing on your face after his compliment. You returned to your task poured some chocolate chips into the cookie batter and mixed them in. Soon you were finished with the mixing and were reading to start putting the cookies on a tray to bake. You looked around, unable to find a tray to place the cookies on, “hey can someone hand me the tray?” you asked aloud, hoping one of the others had one near you.

To your surprise, Trey was shoved into your arms by your snickering first-year friends whom you glared at for a second before returning your attention to the vice housewarden in your arms. “Alright, prefect, you have me, what do you want me to do now?” He asked you following it up with a wink.

“I-uh- Ace!” You shouted but the first year was nowhere to be seen, neither was Deuce. You pushed Trey away, blushing furiously, and turned away, hoping your crush wouldn’t notice how red you were right now. “Uhm, could you hand me a cookie tray?” You asked, getting shy all of a sudden. Despite being head over heels for the man in front of you, it wasn’t like you to be shy around him.

Trey chuckled, and you looked at him, noticing a redness in his cheeks. Which only made you more flustered. “Sure you wouldn’t want me doing anything else?” He asked with a grin before walking away to grab a tray. “You have strong arms,” Trey blurted out, before quickly adding on to his words, “I mean- you caught me fairly easily when those two shoved me at you, neither of us lost our balance.” He rambled on as he returned with two cookie trays in his hands. 

“Oh, thank you,” You said gently as you grabbed the trays from his hands and quickly busied yourself with placing balls of dough onto the trays in front of you to distract yourself from him. “I wonder what that was about anyways,” you tried laughing it off as you carefully rolled balls of dough, making sure all of them were an inch, not too big or small.

Trey chuckled as he nodded in agreement, “They probably did that because of my crush on you. Trying to quite literally push us together,” he said nonchalantly as if he didn’t just confess to having a crush on you.

You sputtered and stuttered for a second, before recollecting yourself and speaking “You have a crush on me? Seriously?” You were shocked, there was no way he didn’t feel the same, and yet he did. This must have been some kind of prank. Yup, Ace and Deuce would walk back in any minute now and say so.

Trey chuckled slightly before answering “Yeah, I have a major crush on you, those two wouldn’t stop teasing me about it for weeks. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with saying that, I hope you don’t mind and we can still be friends.”

Your jaw could have hit the ground with how shocked you were. Here he was, your best friend and crush confessing to you all because of a prank from Ace and Deuce. You silently reminded yourself to thank them later before looking into Trey’s eyes. “No,” you started and Trey looked disappointed for a second before you started speaking again “I mean- I want to be more than friends, I- I like you too, I have for a long time now, in fact, I also told Ace and Deuce although I regret it, but I really like you, and how perfect you are and-” 

Trey cut you off by cupping your cheeks and kissing you, which you returned, feeling his lips on yours. It was an amazing feeling that you wanted to never end. But it did as Trey pulled away and smiled at you. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could there was cheering coming from the door. The two of you turned to look to see what it was and it was your favorite duo, standing there cheering like this was an Olympic sport. “Finally.” Ace said, “It only took you two forever to confess.” The two of you laughed before looking back at each other and smiled before kissing again.

[man-i-love-fanfiction]

To Share the Space with Simple Living Things - Hozier x Fem!Florist!Reader

Chapter 6: Pink Camellias - Longing For You

Summary: Andy stops by on a particularly stressful day, and a different favorite customer gives you a bit of a rude awakening.

Word Count: 2442

Author's Note: Hey my lovelies! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback I've received from so many of you since the last chapter. Enjoy this chapter, this one and the next one are going to be on the shorter side to prepare for an upcoming behemoth i have planned ;)

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fic under the cut <3

So far, your day was terrible, which meant it was on par with the rest of your week.

Everything you had detailed on that late night phone call to Andy a few weeks ago had only gotten worse. The date for foreclosure was slowly approaching, your debt nearly canceled out by the sheer amount of customers you were getting recently. You could only imagine it had just become an online trend to… be nice to your partner? Whatever the incentive was, it was helping out the business, but not so much your wallet.

You often brought your frustrations to Andy, and he was so supportive it made your heart ache. Even though he’d explicitly stated often that it was completely fine for you to vent to him like this, you apologized profusely every time. This is how talking to him would start, though after a few minutes they diverged to a million other topics.

This was exactly the kind of conversation you were planning on having when he visited you today. And you couldn't wait. A countdown of the seconds until he walked in was playing in your brain.

One, two, three.

You needed the break from your life that talking to Andy offered you.

_Four, five, six._

You craved the stability, how even if your life was crumbling before you, you would always be able to find him in the rubble.

Seven, eight, nine.

He wasn't your sole motivator to keep going, but he definitely helped.

Ten—

"Hey there.”

Uncharacteristically perfect timing.

You pulled your attention away from the clock on the wall to catch your first glimpse of him for the day. For the first time since you’d met him, he was wearing a hat, a black baseball cap with some logo on it you didn't recognize. His hair was tied back into a bun. Though he had his attempts at being stylish from time to time, today was not one of them, his zip-up hoodie and jeans making it evident that today was not a day where he felt like trying. Maybe he was having as crappy of a day as you were. Just in case he was, you greeted him with more enthusiasm in your voice than usual.

“Hi! How's it going?”

“Pretty alright, actually,” he started, before continuing his sentence with a question that seemed to give you a headache simply by hearing it. “How are you?”

You sighed before you spoke, grimacing just at the thought of your emotions.

“I am so stressed that talking about how stressed I am will only make me more stressed. I need a change of pace. And topic.”

He picked up what you were putting down immediately, something that had become almost like second nature to him. A good distraction.

“There was something I’ve been meaning to ask you, now that you've reminded me.”

Oh no.

The thoughts of what he could possibly have to ask you began to cloud your mind, and some of the various possibilities made your heart beat much faster than it should. When he started so say something again, there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. Unusual for you, since you’d grown so accustomed to him being more confident in your presence, but you let him speak.

“So… ehm… my birthday’s coming up in a couple of weeks. To celebrate, some of my friends and I are gonna go to the pub and I was wondering if you'd like to come along.”

To say you were relieved was an understatement. The wide smile on your face was an answer in itself, but you responded anyway.

“Andy, I’d love to.”

“Great! Grand. I’ll mark you down as saying ‘yes’.”

“There’s no way I’d say no. Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

A smile, almost the same as your own, grew on his lips.

“By the way, this will be a genuine get-together. You’ll get to meet some of my other friends, as well.”

You feigned shock.

“So it's not just me and this Alex fellow you talk about?”

“No. Contrary to popular belief, I do have more than just two friends.”

You both let out your own laughs, almost in unison with one another. To be joking around with someone you trusted and kept so close… for a moment, it helped you believe everything was alright.

“I’m excited to celebrate with everyone,” you said, sincerity returning to your tone. “Get ready for a present for the ages. For the history books, even.”

He shook his head in denial, stopping your excitement in its tracks.

“Y/N, you don't have to get me anything . I’m a grown man, I’ll live if I don't get a birthday present.”

“Well, I’m a grown woman and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't get you anything. So let me-”

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door ringing.

You peeked behind him at who had just walked in. You had to look down to meet her gaze, and when you realized you recognized her weathered face, you smiled.

“Violet! Great to see you! I’ll be right with you.”

Andy tilted his head at your exclamation.

“Violet?”

“Remember when I said you were tied for the title of my favorite customer with a little old lady? I wasn't joking. Meet your competitor.”

You watched as he looked over his shoulder, his head turning to be met with a small, older woman with gray hair and possibly the warmest smile you’d ever seen. Clutching onto purse with one hand like her life depended on it, she gave him a small wave.

“I think I’ll shut myself up for now. You have actual clients to get to.”

“Alright. I’ll come by your work tomorrow. Oh, and about your birthday. Just text me the time and the address and I’ll be there. With an amazing present because you can't stop me.”

A small smile, the kind that barely showed his teeth, spread across his face.

“Thank you. I will see you then.”

He waved goodbye, and you could’ve sworn you saw ink smudged on the side of his hands.

Both of you watched as he left, though with different intentions behind your gazes. You pulled your eyes away when he left, almost afraid to keep your gaze on him. Violet's eyes, however, seemed to linger, from shock more than anything else. Once he was out of both of your fields of vision, you returned to facing each other.

Violet had become part of your routine, and you slowly became part of each other's lives. Every time she came in, she talked to you about anything on her mind. Yet for the chatterbox that she was, she managed to be an enigma for you. She came in monthly, on the first day of the month, always ordering flowers as a centerpiece for when her “group of ladies” came around. You couldn't tell if she was in a book club or a coven, but neither answer would surprise you. In as sweet a tone as ever, she initiated your conversation.

“I’ve been here a thousand times, but I don't think I’ve ever seen that man before. Who was that?”

“Oh, that's Andy. He's my…”

You couldn't quite find the words to complete that sentence. Andy was your friend, obviously, but the word felt so odd, almost bitter on your tongue. You couldn't bring yourself to say it. To save yourself any pain, you tiptoed around it.

“He works at the tattoo parlor a few blocks away. He visits me sometimes.”

“He seems like such a sweet young man.”

“He is! He really is.” You nodded.

Violet, despite her years of living and likely unlimited wisdom, found nothing wrong with her next sentence.

“I don't mean to pry, but I had no idea you were dating someone! How long have you two been together?"

Your eyes widened so much you were afraid they would pop out of your skull. What in the world could have made her ask that? Why did your palms get so clammy? Had someone turned up the heat?

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. “No, no, no. Andrew and I… we aren't dating. We're just friends.”

The older woman raised a quizzical brow, as if she didn't believe you.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, Violet. I’d know if I was in a relationship.”

“Then, is he sure?”

“He's sure. too. We're not dating. We're friends. Friends.”

Were you trying to convince her or yourself?

She shook her head, accompanied by a tsk, tsk, tsk.

“What is it?”

“Dear, I’ve been around for… I’m not even sure how many years. I know a look filled with love when I see it. And the way that boy looks at you is the same look I’ve seen in loves that last lifetimes. It's the same look my wife gives me every single day. One of you should do something about that look.”

Her thorough analysis left you stunned. You attempted to put the pieces together in your brain, trying to mask your confusion as you did so.

“I’d never noticed that before.”

“Youth is wasted on the young. What’s the point of eyesight if you're not going to use it?”

You chuckled at that, though you also used it as a way to ignore the truth behind the statement. Did he look at you a certain way? Were you so deep into your oblivion that you just never noticed before? Or so deep into your own infatuation, too busy staring at him through your own eyes, to pay attention to how you might look through his? With all your newfound. overthinking all you could do was reply with a small, genuine smile.

“Thank you for that. I appreciate the advice.”

Violet was capricious in her conversation, easily distracted if you could get her back on the right track. In this moment, you utilized her fickleness to steer her back on track. Or at least, get the conversation back on the track you were comfortable with.

“Do you have a bouquet request?”

She thought for a moment, giving you a slow nod before she verbalized her answer.

“Well, it is starting to be spring time, and the girls and I just finished reading a Jane Austen novel, so love is in the air. Maybe focus on pink. I’ll let you handle the rest. I’ll be back later on to pick it up."

She placed the same vase she used monthly on the counter. It bounced back and forth between you two, exchanged each time you created a new arrangement. The only thing that changed was the color of the bow on the exterior.

“Sounds like a plan. Have a lovely day.”

“You too, dear.”

One last warm smile crossed her face before she went to leave. She shuffled her way out the door, leaving you room to get started.

Violet’s lenient instructions were perfect; it gave you a guideline, but mostly the creative control was in your hands. The only thing you had to keep in mind was pink.

The first idea your mind went to was pink camellias. They were in season, and with spring on the horizon, they were perfect. And you couldn't turn down adding them in when their meaning was so poetic. Longing for you. It tugged at your heartstrings just to think about it — how people from hundreds of years ago felt the same emotions, the same deep want or need for a person, as people do today. A feeling so strong they couldn't put it in words, or didn't trust themselves to say it. So they let a flower take its place.

Pink camellias had to be the focus.

Using the vase Violet had left behind, you worked the rest of your suggestions, mixing and matching until both beauty and semantics aligned. Pink roses, perfect happiness. Magenta zinnia, lasting affection. Mix in some white carnations for sweetness and innocence to break it up, and it was finished. The ladies were sure to love it, whether they were casting a spell or reading Jane Eyre.

For the first time in a few days, you wanted to feel calm. You had been too many things going on in your life for you to focus on being present.

There was so much stress looming over you recently. You were unsure just how much longer you would have your place of work. Your family and your friends all seemingly wanted you to be more ahead in your life than you were. You had a huge, almost debilitating crush on Andy, and he probably didn't reciprocate.

Andy. He had been there for you whenever you need to talk about all that was on your mind, his kindness never wavering. Even though he was receptive to you, there was still a sense of guilt for spilling your guts to him like that. You were there for him as well, of course, though he didn't have as many complaints about his daily life as you did. All his kindness and his attention only made you like him even more, only making you more nervous and stressed about liking him. It was a downward spiral, and an exceedingly dizzying one at that.

The flower shop was the only refuge you could have. When you weren't in a state of worry over orders or foreclosure, it was the part of your day that provided you the most comfort. You had the opportunity to make these beautiful works and showcase your creativity and here you were, taking it for granted. You needed to ground yourself, to take a breather, to be in the moment.

So in your moment of desperation, you turned to your flowers for comfort.

Being so exposed to the scent of the flowers every day for years meant you got used to them over time. You slowly got accustomed until you eventually couldn't even detect the unique aroma of your workplace.

You took a pause, and leaning over the arrangement, you took a deep breath.

You had literally stopped to smell the roses.

The more shocking part was that it worked. You had successfully grounded yourself by stopping to appreciate your surroundings. Surely that had to be a metaphor for something.

You were snapped out of your tranquility. Of course you were.

You heard a voice, slightly judgmental and maybe a bit concerned, from the other side of the room.

“What was that?”

You perked up at the sound of the bell above the door, and quickly pulled yourself away from the flowers.

“Nothing! How can I help you?”

[cherrycheolkat]

• random slutty thoughts, feat. mingyu •

mingyu probably shouldn’t have opened the box under your bed but he had a legitimate reason for being down there! he did drop his phone

but now he’s looking at all the toys you keep hidden - they’re different shapes and sizes and the colors - men don’t come with lime green dicks that have little crazy ridges and bumps much less multi-colored ones that slightly intimidate him

he pouts wondering why you haven’t told him about them and wonders if he isn’t enough to satisfy you, his dick is so normal and pedestrian compared to these

he’s so lost in thought, making mental comparisons, that he doesn’t hear you come in

he definitely doesn’t realize you’re watching him gaze at your collection of dildos and vibrators like he’s just made a major scientific breakthrough

and you wonder if he’s ever played with a toy in his life

the way he jumps when he accidentally turns one on answers your question - you can’t help but laugh

he’s suddenly aware that you’re there, that you’ve seen him

“hi,” he says meekly

you laugh softly, “hi,” you respond with a cute smile

he blushes an amazing shade of red as he tries to think of something to say but only stammers out, “i dropped my phone”

his heart sinks, he knows you’ll be mad - he was basically snooping and found something really private - he’s certain he can feel himself start to sweat a bit

but then you giggle and walk closer, “so you dropped your phone and found a box too”

he knows you aren’t really asking him about the sequence of events that led him to this point - he recognizes the change in your voice, the way it’s a bit lower and so sweet it makes his teeth ache

your hands touch his, “so puppy, what do you think about my toys?”

his mouth immediately feels dry, he doesn’t know what to say

you grab his jaw gently, “do you like them?”

he glances away because maybe the floor knows how he feels

you lean close and kiss his cheek, “should i show you how to play with them?” you whisper

he shivers at the thought, having no idea what you would even do with them, and nods his head, “yes,” he says without hesitation

you smile and kiss him gently, but when you lean back and tell him to strip, he sees the wicked glint in your eyes

he finds himself lying under you, kissing you, feeling your naked body pressing fully against his and your fingers trailing gently through his hair, he loves tracing his hands along the lines and curves of your body, feeling your soft skin

and when you break the kiss, he whines softly

you lean away, but your fingers stay and trace his lips, “poor baby,” you whisper

he watches you sit up and stare at your box of toys - you sigh softly - he knows you’re thinking about what you would like just as much as what he would like, he can feel himself getting hard just thinking about what you’ll pick

he watches as you touch one and then another before finally seeming to make a decision - he sees a small egg shaped toy

you shift to sit between his legs - your free hand tracing along his thigh, “i think we should start out slow,” you whisper

he nods quickly, feelings of excitement and trepidation filling his stomach - he hears the quiet buzzing of the toy, and then he feels it at the base of his cock

his body immediately tenses, “fuck,” he groans at the unexpected intensity, but you’re there, whispering to him as you start to apply a bit of pressure of tease him, “tell me if it’s too much”

he nods, “it’s fine - it’s weird but good,” he isn’t sure how to feel about the actual thing, the silicone is soft and the gentle buzzing is definitely getting him close to coming, and when he feels you lick the head of his cock before starting to slowly suck and lick his tip, he’s knows he’s barely hanging on

and when the vibrations suddenly picks up and you press it harder against his shaft, that he suddenly lets out an amazing moan, he grasps the sheets tightly when the vibrations shift up to the head of his cock, replacing your lips, your spit acting like lube

the sudden pressure and motion directly against his slit overwhelms him and he comes quickly with a moan, his cum hitting the toy and splashing against his stomach - he’s breathing raggedly and feels the hot stickiness on his stomach

you smile, “good for you, baby?”

he nods, “yeah,” he’s gasping, “yeah, really good,” he answers, watching you, he can see the flush in your face - he knows you’re turned on from watching him this way, he can’t help but grin

you switch the little egg off and reach for another toy - his mind swirls because he wasn’t expecting more - his orgasm was much more intense than he imagined, his stomach still rising and falling quickly - he hadn’t thought ahead

you lean over and kiss him lightly, “still okay?” you smooth his bangs as you ask

he nods, “i’m good,” he promises, his breathing was returning to normal at least

you lean down again placing small kisses across his hip and upper thigh before showing him the dildo you picked - it was a light, glittery blue and otherwise fairly normal shape and size, maybe a bit blunt at the head

again, you sit between his legs and turn it on, but this time, you add a bit of lube, a soft, sweet scent adding to the new experience

he waits to feel you use it on him and can’t help but to jerk slightly, when he feels you lift his balls and press the blunt end to one ball and then the other

he clenches his teeth as he moans, “oh, baby, fuck, yes,” he can’t help all the things he says as he squeezes his eyes closed, pleasure overwhelming him again

he’s never even considered this kind of stimulation for his balls - you press firmly, just as he feels a second toy, maybe the egg from before, pressing against the base of his cock, he’s sure his eyes are rolling back as he’s biting his lip to keep from moaning endlessly

but he can’t help the way his whimpers escape - he knows he can’t hang on and instead comes embarrassingly fast and is left lying there, staring at the ceiling, amazed and breathless

he feels you massage his inner thighs, “want to keep going?”

he nods, “yeah,” he whispers

he sees your smile, it’s much cuter now, not so devious

you watch him for a moment, “has anyone ever eaten you out?”

he flushes red, his body tingling everywhere with anticipation, knowing that this is going to go on well into the night

[arcane-ish]

I love Silco, but can we talk about how he's totally a snitch?

I find that very interesting since season 2 drew attention again to Vander's "we don't hand over our own" line.

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I'm personally still convinced that when Silco had his meeting with Marcus in episode 2 he told him that Vander's kid were to blame for the Topside job. Which leads directly to the raid on the Last Drop.

Evidence? Silco's meeting scene with Marcus ends like this.

We go directly into the raid and Marcus even references the conversation that he imo had with Silco.

IMO he wanted Vander to get raided and be put in a pickle. Maybe see how Vander would react.

Of course I think Silco thought there was some fight in Vander left and that Vander would find some way to keep his kids from being taken. But if Vander really was as much of a lapdog as Silco claims it would have led to 4 actually rebellious childern being taken to Stilwater just so Silco can have his little test or just so Silco can enjoy making Vander suffer. (again I like to think Silco at this point was already dreaming of things escalating in some way and Vander being forced to do something radical)

It happens again in Act 2. In Act 1 when Vander's daughter was the cause for a Topside bombing he said the line about not handing over one of their own. When Silco's daughter is at fault for a Topside crime, he has zero problems fingering fellow Zaunites, including planting fake evidence. Worked with enforcers to pin the blame on other Zaunites he does not like.

Remember that line from Ekko to Caitlyn about how the enforcers hunt them (presumably the Firelights) like animals?

It just sometimes feels like people forget that Silco talks about doing everything that absolutely includes throwing his own people to the wolves if it makes strategic sense for him. And I think that's why some people think that there's a hypocrisy there, since his big accusation against Vander was that Vander worked with enforcers. When Silco never was above working with enforcers. So his rule is not "never work with enforcers" but "work with enforcers just secretly don't mean it" or you can do acts that are bad for Zaunites and good for the enforcers as long as you look down on the enforcers while doing it"?

(sidenote: there was this one older writer interview where they discussed Sevika on the council versus Ekko. And Christian said a line about Sevika not liking Silco's methods and I remember turning the video off at this point with a big "do you even watch your own show" feeling? Or a "Is this another writers versus animators thing?" Like you have Sevika the person who clearly viscerally enjoys fighting and violence and you really expect me to believe that she had moral qualms about Silco's methods?

But now I wonder if there's a chance he meants something like that (ie shifting the blame for Jinx's crimes on other Zaunites). Sevika is not present for that meeting between Silco and Marcus about the Firelights, so we don't know her opinion on it I think.

For the record, I don't think it would be that weird characterizationwise if there were things Sevika did under Silco that she began to wonder about/didn't like as much in retrospect and that's why in season 2 we see her sort of experimenting with some elements of Vander's approach)