#she got angry and jealous but she was still caring and gentle

[dreamchasernina]

Netflix, I don’t know how to tell you this but a woman doesn’t have to be self taught to be a strong female character. It’s ok to let her know her limitation and ask for help. It’s ok to let her get angry, it’s ok to let her be jealous, it’s ok to let your female character have flaws and WORK on them. Your female character doesn’t have to become a master on her own to be memorable, it just makes her accomplishment feel unearned.

[lokigodofmyheart]

JEALOUS

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1.9k

Summary: You and Bucky had been dating for almost 8 months now. You loved him and he loved you. But your sexual desires weren't completely satisfied. Bucky never went more than a soft and gentle sex, afraid to hurt you. 

Warning/Content: smut, edgind/orgasm denial/ bathroom sex.

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Y/N and Bucky had been dating for almost 8 months now. She loved him, but she was missing something in the sexual area. Bucky was amazing, of course, but because of his strength and his past, he was always afraid to hurt her so the sex was always too soft, too sweet. And she wanted more.  

After talking with Natasha while they got ready for the party, she decided to follow her friend’s advice: make him jealous. So that’s what she did. A little after the party had started, she went to the bar to get another drink, and a handsome man started talking with her. She knew he was flirting with her.  

At normal days, she would cut him off, say she had a boyfriend. But tonight, she wanted to make Bucky jealous, so she smiled and started talking with the guy. Bucky, from the table, took a sip of his drink watching his girlfriend laugh with the strange. 

His jaw had clenched, and his hands tightened around the glass. Steve could notice his friend was tense. He was trying his best to stay in his place. Watching Y/N having fun with another man, letting him touch her arm, giggling to something he said… Yeah Bucky was not happy about this at all. 

“Careful. You’ll break the glass.” Steve says to him with a small smile. Bucky barely heard it, his eyes fix on Y/N and the man. He decided he had enough, standing up and walking to them. 

The guy, named Chris, had asked her about her favorite color. Y/N opened her mouth do answer, but she was cut short when Bucky grabbed her arm firmly, pulling her close to him. His eyes were dark and intense as he spoke. “We need to talk, doll.” 

“Bucky, hey.” Y/N smiles innocently “I’m talking with this nice gentleman right now.” 

Bucky’s eyes narrow as he sees you smile, he clenches his jaw for a moment before he speaks again. His voice is low and firm “No, doll. You’re coming with me. Now.” He didn’t wait for a response. Bucky’s grip on her arm was firm as he practically dragged you away from the man. She could see the anger in his eyes and for a moment she wondered if she pushed him too much.  

“Bucky, what are you doing...?” She asks, but received no answer as he kept pulling her with him, until they finally reach the restroom. He almost shoved her inside the place, locking the door behind them.  

He turned to her, his eyes dark and intense as he spoke “What the hell were you doing?” Bucky demands, his voice low and dangerous. He’s still angry, his eyes dark with jealousy. 

“I was just having a conversation.” 

Bucky scoffs at her response, stepping closer to her, his body almost towering over her frame as he continues “Just talking? Is that what you call flirting now, doll? Smiling, giggling, letting him touch you?” Bucky pushed her against the wall, trapping her with his body “What was that, doll? You were trying to make me jealous?” 

“No...” 

He raises an eyebrow, not buying your lie, he can tell that she was trying to make him jealous, and it worked. He leans in closer, his voice dropping even lower “Doll, you’re a terrible liar. I know what you were doing. You were trying to get a rise out of me, weren’t you?” 

A small smirk appeared on her lips “Maybe...” 

The man smirks, his eyes darkening with desire and possessiveness “You really thought that flirting with another man in front of me would be a good idea doll? You really thought that I would just sit there and watch some guy touch you, knowing you’re mine?” His hands moving to her hips, his grip tight as he holds her in place “You’re mine, doll. Mine. And no one else gets to touch you the way I do. Understand?” 

Y/N’s smirks get wider. He notices it and raises an eyebrow, a mixture of amusement and annoyance on his expression “Oh, you think this is funny, doll? You like playing games, don’t you? Let’s play one then.” 

His hands went under her dress, between her legs. He looked at her a little surprised when he felt the soaked fabric “You’re soaked already...?” 

A small moan came from her lips when he touched her, teasing her through the fabric of her now damped panties. 

“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you?” Bucky spoke with his voice low “You've been teasing me all night, doll... You were asking for this. You wanted me to snap, didn't you?”  

His hands lifted her dress enough to expose her legs and her lacy panties. His lips found her neck, trailing up to her ear while he rubbed her clit through the fabric of the panties “You’re mine.” 

Another moan came from her lips. She wanted nothing more than his hands on her, really touching her. Bucky smirks at the sounds of your moans. He's enjoying the effect he has on you, the way your body responds to his touch "You like that, doll? You like me touching you like this?" 

“Yes...” 

“Good." He continues kissing her neck before he pulled back, looking at her, his eyes dark, filled with jealous and desire "You thought you could flirt with another man and make me jealous, doll. Well, you got what you wanted." His hands ripped her underwear off her body, making Y/N left a surprised gasp.  

He smirks at her surprised expression, his eyes dark and intense when he touched her folds again, making a moan coming out from her lips again. Bucky run his fingers on her before he stopped at her clit, rubbing it slowly. He watched her face, hearing her moans, teasing her, building the moment and when she was close, he pulled his hand away.  

Y/N whines in complaining, looking at him. He then changed his hand from his metal one, doing the same thing. The metal was cold against her wet pussy, and again, when she was close to her orgasm, he stopped and pull his hand away.  

She let out a frustrated noise “Bucky...” 

Bucky looks at her with a smug expression "Yes, doll?" 

“Please...” 

He raises an eyebrow at her plea. He was enjoying teasing her far too much, he didn't want to give in so easily after her little stunt. His hand went back to rub her ever so slightly "Please what?" Y/N moans again. “Use your words, doll." He whispered as he continued rubbing her, but not letting she reach that sweet release, his movements slow and steady. 

“Please...” She says in a moan.  

"Please, what? You're going to have to tell me what you want." He continues to rub her clit slowly, loving how desperate she was. 

She took a breath, trying to stead her voice “...let me cum.” 

He smirks at her demand, his fingers rubbing a little faster "You want to come, doll? You want to come that badly?" Her head nods, her eyes showing how desperate she wants after being denied two times now.  "Beg for it.” his lips by her ear as he whispers. 

“Please, Bucky...please.” She starts to feel her orgasm building again.  

Bucky smirks at her pleading, his fingers rubbing your even faster making her moan a little louder "Please, what, doll? You have to be specific." 

“Please, let me cum...please.” Her voice sound so desperate, he had never heard her like that. 

He leans in even closer, his hand stopping mid-circle and he whispers in her ear again "Say you're mine, doll" 

A frustrated sound escaped her again, when he stopped for the third time.  

“I’m yours. Please...” 

He smirks at her words, his hand starts moving again "That's right doll. You're mine. No one else can touch you.” 

Her head nods “I’m your.”  

His hand finally starts moving faster, giving what she wanted. This time, Bucky didn’t stop when she was close, he rubbed her clit faster, putting a little more pressure and in seconds he watched as she fell apart. Her legs trembled with the strength of her orgasm.  He brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them "You taste so good, doll.” 

She was a little surprised when he took a step back, pulling her with him. He turned her around and bend her over the sink of the bathroom. He leans in close to her ear, his voice low "But we're not done yet, doll. I'm still not satisfied"  

His hand went between their bodies, holding his cock as he positioned at her entrance. He wasn’t gentle when he pushed inside of her with one hard thrust of his hips, making her moan. He didn’t give her any time to get used.  

Bucky’s hips started moving in a fast and hard pace, putting all his frustration of the night on her. And she was loving every second of it. His metal hand went to her hair, wrapping around it and pulling back. 

Y/N moans at the feeling. Bucky moved ever harder, pulling her hair back “You’re mine. You understand that?” She nods.  He growls as he moves harder, deeper and he pulls on her hair again “Say it.”  

“I’m yours.” She says moaning.  

He leans and speaks in her ear again “That’s right, you’re mine. All mine. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to make you feel this way” 

She nods again. The situation and the way he were fucking her hard, keeping her on the sink, was too much and soon her walls started clenching around his cock. Her moans started to get louder and more frequently until she finally orgasmed.  

Bucky was close. His movements tarted to get more erratic and uneven, and feeling her coming around him like that was his breaking point. He let a low groan when he finally cum inside of his girlfriend.  

They stood there, silence for a few seconds, trying to catch their breaths. Bucky was the first one to speak, his voice gentle, a contrast from previously “Are you okay?” 

Y/N nods, not moving from the sink. Bucky pulled out of her carefully, and helped her back on her feet and turning her to look at him. He watches the tired smile on her face while he fixed her dress and his pants, before he pulled her to his arms in a embrace “Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure.” She smiles. 

He looked at her, still with a worried expression, brushing some hair from her face “I wasn’t too rough?” 

“It was perfect. Really.” 

Bucky smiles back, reassured by her words. He leans down and presses a soft, tender kiss on her forehead “Good, I didn’t want to hurt you, doll.” 

“You didn’t.” She looks at him, before speaking again “You know I love you, right? I only flirt with that guy to get a reaction out of you.” 

Bucky smirks at her words, he had a feeling that that was what she was doing but it was still good to hear a confirmation “So you were just trying to make me jealous, huh?” 

Y/N chuckles and nods “And it worked. Maybe I should make you jealous more often if it means sex like this.” 

His hands tightened on her, his voice turned almost to a growl “Don’t you dare.” 

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 4

I may have girl bossed a bit too close to the sun and finished Chapter 5 and 6 too- I'm not quite happy with those so I'll go through them again before posting Ch5 😅

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Well, we all knew they would never have time for you. They never do until it’s too late. That’s why funerals are for the living to say goodbye, to mourn, to let go of the guilt. It still hurt… It hurt so much to be brushed off by Alfred, to be ignored by Bruce, to be yelled at by Dick. You couldn’t even think of Jason without tearing up, and Tim was just straight-up mean. But at least he was honest. Cassandra and Barbara’s avoidance hurt the most since they were your only female interaction in years.

Everything you tried to do to prove yourself was, at best, ignored, at worst, compared to someone else and diminished. You had nothing in common with Richard besides knowing a few of the same bands. But that wasn’t enough to raise his interest in interacting with you. Every time he looked at you it was like he was angry and sad at the same time.

Jason and you were so similar. Finally, someone you could relate to, who knew how life on the streets was, how terrifying the big space of the Wayne residence was compared to the lives you once had. And yet he was more interested in Dick, no matter how rude the oldest boy was. You couldn’t blame him, you also wanted Richard’s attention. Your heart felt like it was rolled through needles and lemon juice when Jason got everything you wanted just for you to watch him get buried. Dick was angry when Jason first showed up, jealous, but by the time Jason grew up he was just as angry. You hoped that wouldn’t happen to you.

You were a great student, thriving in your classes and finishing middle school earlier than others, what else were you supposed to do when you had no friends? Of course, that was nothing to Tim’s brilliance. And every time you tried to bond with him on that or show him your achievements it would be a tired “I don’t have time for you.” or an uninterested “I achieved that when I was younger than you.”

Barbara is everything you wanted to be when older, smart, beautiful, had friends and the family's attention. It hurt so much to see her get along with Cassandra but not you, never you. And Cassandra… You tried. You tried to befriend her without overwhelming her, but since the first introduction, she had started ignoring you too, downright leaving the room if you entered it. Bruce went to all her recitals, but he never had time for your galleries or competitions. You stopped asking everyone to come when you found the invites and pamphlets balled up and thrown in the trash bins.

By the time Duke and Stephanie came around you had given up, what use was it? It’ll be another rejection, so you just took care of the garden and did more art, your room overflowing with it. You spent at least half of the monthly allowance Bruce gave, and yet you could still be a millionaire.

You gave up on the Waynes, only speaking to them if they spoke to you. You were done with them, with their secrets, with how they would talk between each other in whispers and then get quiet when you stepped into the room. They’d always look at you like you were a stranger, an enemy. And perhaps you were. So, fuck them. Fuck the boys, fuck the girls, and fuck Bruce and Alfred too.

Sneaking out was the best thing you have done for yourself- sure it was a long way from the Manor to the city and back, but it was all worth it. It was worth it to see the other street kids, to hear their stories, to hang out with the homeless and the girls on their smoke break, it was worth everything when you found your mom’s grave. It was nice, it felt like home.

Was it dangerous? Yes. But as long as you stuck to Red Hood’s territory you were fine, his rule of keeping kids safe seemed to also apply to you. He was nice, even if he never spoke around you beyond hums and grunts, but you enjoyed how gentle he was with the other kid, how he ruffled your hair, and how he helped you clean your mom’s grave. He was nice, and surprisingly so were most other rogues.

Ivy enjoyed helping you with tips for the garden, some of the flowers you grew there on every 13th of the month were made into bouquets for her, your mom’s grave, and Jason’s too. Two-face was surprisingly nice about your inquiry of the law and Penguin enjoyed helping you with your business classes. The Riddler made you want to smash your head against a wall most of the time, but boy was he good with philosophy.

You avoided the Joker like the plague. You couldn’t find it in you to care for him when Harley reminded you so much of your mom when she came with a black eye or busted lip asking if you could take care of Bud and Lou for a jiffy. You could never say no to her.

If Red Hood wasn’t keeping an eye on you, it was Bane or Killer Croc, both men letting you climb and swing from them like a spider. They enjoyed seeing a kid not tremble in fear at the sight of them, despite whatever they may tell you. Mr. Freeze was nice too, lonely like you. Sad you simply couldn’t take the cold for long no matter how many layers you put on.

You loved them all to a degree, but Catwoman always made you feel like her kid, not just a kid. Sometimes you felt guilty for wanting to call her mom, you had a mom. But she made you feel all soft and mushy, calling you her kit, crying with you when you first heard her call you that. She thought she had hurt you, oh, how panicked she was. But her hug was so warm, so loving once she found out that no one had called you their kid in so long.  You wish she would steal you away, she does too, but she made a deal with Red Hood. Selina wishes she had just taken you and moved across the country, everyone be damned.

Unknowingly, you had created the garden to hold flowers that reminded you of all of them, even the Waynes. You couldn’t bring yourself to kill their flowers, to make bouquets of them or sell them- you just didn’t have it in you. So, you just kept on growing them, talking to them, and telling those flowers what your alleged family would never listen to. And then Bruce ruined it all.

He wasn’t sure why he did it, exhaustion or paranoia, maybe both? But all Bruce knew he was seeing is his mom’s garden flourishing after years of it being neglected, of Alfred overlooking it at Bruce’s request to focus on what rooms were being used inside the manor instead. He didn’t think twice about grabbing the pesticide designed for Poison Ivy, didn’t think about asking Alfred, about asking the kids, he just reacted.

Bruce was drinking his guilt away in his office, forehead pressed against his desk as one hand held a whiskey glass and the other gripped at his hair. He had never seen his youngest that angry, crying so much-… He wasn’t sure when the last time he saw her smile or hang around the family was.

“What have you done?!” He remembers how pained and angry you sounded as he killed the last flower, his flower. He remembers how he acted, how annoyance rose in him as he explained, and he remembers how his heart fell out of his ass when you said that you took care of the garden and that you spent years building it.

His face remained unmoving as his hands shook, as his jaw clenched, as he could feel the sky crash on his head in tempo with your tears falling down your cheeks. He tried to justify himself, come up with a lie, something that would make him feel less guilty, but- “Yeah?! Well, maybe you would have known if you actually spared a glance in my direction from time to time- You should have left me in an orphanage, no- it should have been you instead of mom!”

You were hurt, you didn’t mean it, he was sure. Even after you went into the manor, crying your heart out, Bruce still sat there. He wasn’t sure what he could do, the pesticide ruined the soil, he didn’t even remember what flowers he saw. The man just went into his daytime office, grabbed his father's liquor, and drank. Bruce knew he should go and apologize and try to talk to you. He poured himself another full glass, instead. Tonight, Batman will be sleeping, and tomorrow Bruce will raise your allowance. If he remembers.

You knew to some degree Bruce didn’t like you, but for him to not even notice that you poured your blood and sweat into that garden when Alfred and even Cassandra did felt like a punch to the gut. You were a good kid, you tried your best to be, so why was this the hand you were dealt? Did he honestly think the flowers in the manor were bought by Alfred? The old man was so busy the last thing on his mind was to buy flowers for the house.

You couldn’t believe him, you could only cry for the lost plants, for one of the three things that brought you happiness. You curled into a ball under the warm duvet, crying into your knees until you could not anymore. The shadows did their best to soothe you, lulling you to sleep as the exhaustion of crying helped them.

Dreams didn’t come easy to you, sure, you had the usual nightmare, but calm dreams were a rare occasion. And this one felt so nice as you drifted in the endless dark space, two figures you couldn’t quite make out helping you stay afloat as they talked… chanted? You weren’t sure. It sounded like Latin, but it also didn’t. No matter, it was soothing, warm, it was what you needed.

You felt light as a feather. You felt free and- you hit your head… The pain not only confuses you but also wakes you up, the throbbing on the side of your head making you groan. Your tired eyes looked around trying to figure out what you hit as your hand rubbed the sore spot.

Maybe you were still dreaming. You must still be dreaming. Panic set into your veins- there was no way this was actually happening, it couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be a meta- Batman hated metas and he worked for your- he worked for Bruce- You were fucked.

It didn’t matter that as soon as it happened and you panicked your body hit the floor so hard it rattled your nightstand, making a framed picture fall and break, it didn’t matter that you didn’t register the pain, or notice that you broke the floorboard where you hid all your diaries and drawings you made for the family- all your brain knew is that you should leave before Batman throws you in Arkham or GSP.

So that’s what you did. You grabbed your sports bag that you used for art supplies, stuffed it with some clothes, your laptop, phone, the chargers, took a few sketchbooks and pens, and the card with Bruce’s money. Not like he’ll notice, he didn’t notice that you spent thousands every other week at a fast-food joint for the homeless and street kids, didn’t notice that you spent millions every other year at retail stores for the same people, he didn’t notice the donations. He was as blind as a bat.

“Leap of faith” is what Superman once said in an interview about how others with the power could learn to take off. “It’s just a leap of faith.” He was right- you almost pissed yourself, but he was right. You understood why he always was floating above the ground; it felt so freeing to fly, circling the manor to the top, feeling the air around you. It was so nice. You should move, fly away, and yet your eyes can’t leave the destroyed garden. You should make a few stops before fully leaving… just a few.

When each of the rogues found one singular flower in their favorite seat, their window sill, on the weapons and cars they owned, all withered and falling apart, they knew what it meant.

Ivy was the first, she knew the second the plants died. After all, she helped keep the plants alive, nothing could thrive on the Wayne land anymore, almost like it was cursed, as if Death herself lived on the grounds. But seeing the burned and greying orange trumpet vine told her everything she needed to know, that it wasn’t you who destroyed them. Bruce Wayne and the Bats didn’t know what was about to come their way.

You’ll miss your friends, the kids, the rogues. You’ll miss Catwoman, but she always told you to be a bit more selfish. This was the moment for that. Doubt settled in at some point, but you had nothing holding you attached to the Waynes, Catwoman couldn’t or just wouldn’t take care of you, it was time to let go and abuse Bruce’s ignorance, make a new life for you where you don’t need to hide in the night for some social interaction.

New York City should be the perfect place for it.

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[juletheghoul]

regression

a/n: Okay, this one is going to be a little different, in this chapter we get some angst. I received a few amazing asks about Girlwife slipping back into calling Marcus Dominus, and how he would feel. There is obviously a playful way it could happen, or even in a sexual capacity, control and all that but some of the asks were of an angsty nature and this is where I delved. No sexy stuff in this chapter, dealing with Lavinia (nasty, jealous bitch) and postpartum. Hope you enjoy, always happy to receive messages and dms about Marcus and his Girlwife. 🖤 Not beta’d, barely proofread **ps, I googled what a Wetnurse was called in ancient Rome and got a few different answers - I went with nutrix.

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, shame, submissive reader (postpartum) angst, angry Marcus, remorseful Marcus, Lavinia being her usual cunt self 😒

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.3k

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His thumb presses against the furrow in your brow, a feather light stroke to wipe the frown off your face. You sigh, Diana calm and asleep against your breast, milk-drunk and perfect.

“It is only for the day, my love. The women, and the nutrix will take care of her.” His tone is soothing, patient despite the tremble in your frame. Tears well in your lashes, emotions that feel too big and too uncontrollable course through your being. 

“Apologies–” his thumbs wipe the tears away, shaking his head to dismiss your apology, “I just, I don’t know why my nerves are so shredded–” You take a deep breath, to sigh a deep sigh.

“There are no apologies needed, this is a big step. We have not been apart from her since she was born. It is perfectly normal for you to be fearful, but I swear to you she will be well-cared for.” His hand looks so massive on the crown of her head, a gentle sweep while the tears fall in a steady stream. “We make an appearance, show our faces, I find out the meaning of the invitation and then come straight back here.” 

Her little chest rises and falls in your arms, the full pout of her lips stained with milk, her fingers curled up under her chin, all of her cracks your heart in half. 

“Yes, you’re right.” With another deep sigh, you rise, handing her gently off to the older woman waiting quietly beside you. She smiles at the child in her arms, rocking softly to keep her asleep. Already you miss her, the little weight of her, the smell of her hair and it feels like a part of you is missing despite her being right before your eyes. 

He presses a kiss to her forehead before she’s taken away by what is for all intents and purposes, her mother for the day. 

His arms gather you up and for a moment the unexplainable despair swallows you like an ocean, a rogue wave crashing you into a wall. He says nothing, only holds you tightly within his comforting embrace. 

You’re quiet on the way to the gathering, quiet as you walk through the halls of the Senators home, looking but not really seeing–attention still wrapped up in Diana and the uncertainty of her well-being despite his assurances, and the deep-seeded knowledge that the women in your house would give their lives for her. It was hard to remember that just now, without the weight of her within your arms. 

Attendants greet you, offering wine to which you politely decline. They lead you to a great room, filled with people and food and part of you wishes to run out the door. 

“We will only be here until he has said his piece to me, once I know the purpose of this we will be gone. I will not keep you away from home longer than is necessary my love.” He says the words low into the skin of your temple, a soft kiss to seal it before he leads you towards the owner of the home. 

You watch as the older man greets Marcus, give him a tight smile when he presses a kiss to your cheek in greeting, and let him lead you to a place at his table. 

“You must tell me, to what do we owe the pleasure of your invitation?” Marcus drinks the wine offered with one hand, while holding yours in the other and you’re grateful for his pressing. 

“But you have only just arrived General Acacius, we will get into the matter once everyone has arrived. Fear not, eat, enjoy.” The older man, Senator Cassius, laughs and engages with other guests while others arrive. 

“Lady Acacius, I have not yet had the pleasure.” A woman sits down in the place next to you, smiling brightly, “I am Caecilia, the wife of Senator Cassius and the Lady of this house.” She presses kisses to your cheeks.

“The pleasure is all mine, thank you for receiving us.” You smile your best smile, hoping to the Gods that you look presentable, that you are not leaking milk. She waves away your thanks.

“I wanted to congratulate you on the birth of your child, we were very happy to hear the news, and of your union to General Acacius of course. You must be a special woman indeed to have ensnared him.” She smiles, looking to Marcus and it’s said with an air of playfulness, not malice. 

“She is indeed.” Marcus slips his arm around your shoulder and you feel the heat crawl across your face.

“I don’t know if ensnared is the word—” She laughs, and you know she’s teasing you, a friendly poke to lighten the mood. 

“Of course not my lady, you are a beautiful young woman and I have never seen him so happy, I was only teasing.” You like her instantly, she’s older than you but not by much and you continue to chat with her until the men rise. Your stomach drops but Marcus presses close. 

“I am only going to the study with him to finally know the truth of why we are here. Do not fret, I will return shortly.” He places a kiss to your neck. 

“Yes yes go off, you men tend to your business, leave us ladies to entertain ourselves.” Caecilia takes your hand in hers and squeezes it firmly, reassuring you and you nod to him. 

Chatting with her is oddly comforting, she’s sweet and honest and much more playful than you thought she’d be. Usually these gatherings are full of gossip and the cruel undercurrent of high society that sours the mood. This however feels light, other women join your conversation, they ask questions about Diana, they congratulate and relate and it is for the most part, enjoyable. Until a late guest enters the house. 

Lavinia enters with her new, young husband in tow. A sour faced man, high up in the senate and you feel the way Caecilia stiffens beside you. 

“Where is Senator Cassius?” He asks, without greeting. Your nerves fray still more when Lavinia catches your eye, a narrowing of her eyes lets you know that she is not happy at having been passed over. 

“I am here, and you are late, come, we have been waiting for you.” Senator Cassius is at the edge of the room, his tone clipped. 

Lavinia joins the group, sitting across from you and you cannot be sure if it is just your apprehension at seeing her, but the atmosphere turns icy. 

“I must congratulate you Lavinia, on your union.” Caecilia’s tone is full of cold courtesy, devoid of any of the warmth she spoke to you with. 

“Gratitude Caecilia.” She bows her head, smiling wide before turning her attention to you, her eyebrow raising in a manner you do not like. “I must congratulate you as well, Lady Acacius, on trapping the General, and with a baby no less. Must be strange for you to be amongst such elevated company, and not be required to pour.” Her smile is sharp, and some of the other women tut, displeased with her rudeness. Your lashes fill with unshed tears, the stress of leaving your daughter, the absence of Marcus, being away from your house and your comfort turn the barbs into something bigger, something devastating. 

“That is no way to speak to Lady Acacius, especially not in my house.” Caecilia shoots back, quick and you’re grateful for her, the shock of rudeness has left you speechless. 

“Oh come now, it’s obvious. Man like him marries a slave and parades her around–”

“I seem to recall you wanting to be paraded by him.” Caecilia cuts her off, “I seem to recall you being rejected, twice.” Lavinia’s eyes widen, some of the other ladies laugh. 

“I recall that as well, I heard there was a rumour of a tantrum you threw to your father because Acacius did not want you.” Another of the girls says, half laughing and Lavinia's face goes red. The men return, speaking loudly, oblivious to the turmoil within and seeing Marcus surrounded by all those powerful men, knowing he is important, knowing he is respected and far beyond what you deserve makes you break. A tear falls down your cheek, your heart races and you feel like a caged bird, surrounded by walls. 

“Do not listen to her my Lady, she is only envious of you.” Caecilia wipes your tear away but Marcus is there, having noticed the red in your eyes. He frowns, crouching down to look you in the eye but there are so many people, too many watching and a shame fills your being, that you have embarrassed him, caused a scene and made him possibly regret his choices, regret you.

“My love-” His voice is soft, but Lavinia chimes in, unfettered by her scolding. 

“Congratulations to you Marcus, wife, slave and nutrix all rolled into one.” She smiles, but his eyes turn black with rage. 

“Your anger at my spurning you gives you no right to speak this way, if you think you have embarrassed me, or my wife you are sorely mistaken. The only thing you have done is prove that I was right to deny you. You are not fit to be in the same room as her, let alone look down your nose at her. Come, my Lady, let us retire to our home, and our child.” 

“Will you let him speak to me–”

“Quiet, Lavinia. Seems the rumours I heard of your feelings for General Acacius are true. Come, we will discuss this later. Let us away.” Her husband does not wait for her, instead she is made to run after him, tail tucked between her legs but it does not calm you. The whole scene, the whole spectacle only fills you with doubt. Perhaps he would have been better off with someone high-born, not some slave within his house. A cruel little part of you whispers that you were what was available, he is only with you because you were there.

He says nothing the whole way home, the anger in him is so big, so heavy it threads through your ribs, it squeezes at your heart and all you want to do it make yourself small, hideaway in your old chambers and cry, hold your daughter tightly and forget ever having left her. 

When he guides you inside the house the tears are heavy and hot on your face, flowing freely and he stops you. 

“My–”

“Please forgive me Dominus, I did not mean to embarrass you–” A strangled noise comes out of him, something wounded as you fall to your knees before him. When you look up he too has tears on his face. 

“I shall redeem myself, I swear to you.” You cry, reverting back to that timid little thing you’d been long ago but he falls to his knees right in front of you, holding your face with both of his hands. 

“Stop this!” His voice cracks, and you cover your face with your hands, another misstep, another failure. 

“My love stop this, I beg of you, I am not your Dominus, I am your husband and I love you.” He pulls your hands away, his eyes red with hurt and you cannot help but sob. 

“But I am beneath–”

“You are no such thing! You are everything to me, if anyone is not worthy, if anyone is blessed it is me! You cannot let the jealous barbs of a woman spurned make you question my love for you, you cannot let her and her black heart question your place. You are the Lady of this house, you are the mother of my child and you are the single most important person in my whole world. Please, please do not call me Dominus, I am not that, not to you.” Diana cries, a wail that pierces through the bubble of the two of you clutching at each other on the floor just inside the doorway. 

“Dominus, Domina–is something the matter? Shall I fetch a medicus?” The older woman looks terrified as she tries to soothe the baby, but Marcus waves her concern away.

“We will be retiring to bed early, we require food and drink to be brought and then no interruptions for the rest of the night. I do not care if the Emperor himself knocks on the door, no one is to disturb us.” He stands, gently pulling you up with him. With a shuddering breath, you take Diana into your arms, and retreat within the safety of your chambers. 

He helps you undress, careful to not disturb the child in your arms, wiping away at the errant tears  as he goes along. Once he too is comfortable, you both slip into the bed, Diana asleep between you.

With quiet, with food and drink and the reassuring rhythm of her breathing a different form of shame settles over you. Shame that you regressed, that you thought he would think differently of you because of what Lavinia had said, he had more than proven himself and his feelings since freeing you. 

“Marcus,” You reach over, caressing at the grey scruff on his cheeks “Forgive me, I do not know what came over me.” He sighs, cupping your hand against his face. 

“No, it is I who beg for your forgiveness. I shouldn’t have pushed you to go, not when I could see how hard it was for you to leave her.” He lowers his hand, holding onto Diana’s little foot. “I should have gone on my own, or refused the invitation, I should not have put you in that situation. Your comfort, your happiness–and hers are the only things that matter to me. I must remember that when duty calls.” His hand moves from her foot, to your face, cupping your cheek and sweeping his thumb just under your eye. 

“Forgive me.” He leans over, careful not to jostle the baby and presses a kiss to your mouth. You nod, not trusting your voice. The rest of the night is spent in quiet comfort, basking in and trusting in the love you both have for one another, and the being you created.

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Frosty Affection || Sick Boyfriend

Character: College!Bucky Barnes x College!Reader

Words Count: 820

Summary: When Bucky got sick.

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Bucky rarely got sick.

Even if he did, a team of family doctors was always ready to treat him. However, now, as a university student living alone, he had been vigilant about his health, successfully avoiding illness.

That is until the rainy season arrived, bringing a busy routine for Bucky as the Student President. Despite his trained strength, there was a limit, and he fell ill.

Thinking a good night's sleep would resolve the issue, Bucky ventured to class, his quiet demeanor concealing any signs of sickness.

However, his girlfriend, Y/N, quickly noticed something was amiss. A gentle touch to his forehead revealed a fever, prompting her to rush him to the hospital where her sister worked.

The doctor diagnosed Bucky with a sore throat and exhaustion, advising a week of rest. This marked the first time Bucky felt such weakness.

Y/N drove him back to his apartment, where his headache intensified, making it painful to open his eyes. Y/N, showing her caring side, applied a cold compress to ease his discomfort.

As Y/N prepared porridge for him, she couldn't help but recall how she had informed Bucky's mother, Elizabeth, about his illness.

Elizabeth replies, “That foolish child. He never told anyone if he got sick. Please watch over him, doctor Y/N😉.”

Y/N chuckled, seeing the message. Looking at the previous chat, both have been sending funny gifs and reels. She would probably not believe it if Bucky told her that his mother was like a tyrant in the underworld.

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Y/N fed Bucky with patience and tenderness, a skill acquired from caring for her older sister during illness.

Y/N feeds the food to Bucky. Even if he looks weak in her eyes ‘Damn, even if he is sick, he is still handsome.”

Seeing his girlfriend not being awkward taking care of him, he asked her, “Have you ever fed someone else?”

Y/N replied, "Only my sister." After their parents passed away, her older sister studied hard to become a doctor. Due to Isabel always staying up late, she frequently got sick, and it was Y/N who took care of her older sister.

Bucky shouldn't have felt jealous when he heard that, but because of his sickness, he couldn't control his facial expressions.

Y/N saw her boyfriend become grumpy. He became a cute, angry, chubby dumpling. She put both hands holding his cheeks. “You're so cute. If you're not sick, I would kiss you.”

Bucky chuckled; he rested his head on her shoulder and hugged her waist. Y/N was taken aback for a second by how Bucky was acting spoiled. But she has nothing to complain about; she loves to babysit her sick boyfriend.

Bucky thinks the same, too; it turns out being sick is not that bad.

When Y/N got sick.

After Bucky got healthy, it was Y/N's turn to get sick. Bucky immediately takes care of his girlfriend. He felt guilty for sure; she got infected because of him.

When Bucky watches over her, there’s an uninvited guest. Surprise, surprise, it was his mother, Elizabeth, and his younger brother, Nicholas.

Elizabeth puts the food she brings into Bucky's hands and enters the apartment. “How is Y/N?”

Bucky answered, “She only needs a good sleep mother.”

Nicholas, who carries flowers, also follows his mother. He looked at Bucky with an annoyed face. His expression is the same as Bucky's. “This is for sister Y/N.”

Bucky scoffed. If only Y/N saw the true face of his younger brother. “Like I want a flower from you.”

Nicholas turned his head and ran to Y/N's bed. He had already put his adorable face on her; he showed her the flower. “Sister Y/N, get well soon.”

Y/N, lying on the bed, was happy she got visited by the adorable Nicholas and Elizabeth. She gently rubbed Nicholas's head. “Thank you.” She felt so touched. Bucky's family cares for her.

On the other hand, Bucky looks back at his mother and brother and feels funny; he’s the one who is related to them, but he feels like an outsider.

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your blog is becoming my safe place so now i got another request 🥲❤️

may you do another black!reader x seungmin?

maybe the reader is wearing long box braids, and an attractive guy complements her hair and asks to touch it. seungmin witnesses the interaction and gets a lil jealous and possessive over the reader.

anyways, i love your writing! i hope you're doing well ~ 💞✨

Possessive

//black!fem reader x Seungmin//

Synopsis: Your husband gets jealous when someone flirts with you

Genre: angst, little suggestive

Warnings: reader is fem, swearing, suggestiveness at the end

A/N: Thank you @bbyseung for the request 🫶🏾 I appreciate you soooooooooo much

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“Relax your face” You giggle, looking down at you and your husband’s interlaced fingers.

“Why is he looking at you?” He asks, his face twisting up more into pure disgust

You shrug and follow Seungmin’s glare, making eye contact with an admittedly handsome man. Since you guys were at an event for JYPE, you assumed the guy was either an idol, dancer, or producer. Either way, you couldn’t care less as you turned your gaze back to your husband.

“Baby forget about him” you whisper into his ear. A defeated sigh escapes his lungs as he finally looks at you

“I’m sorry,” He says, “I just get jealous sometimes”

You smile, “It’s okay. Let’s go find the members”

You two stand from the small couch you were occupying, making the handsome stranger debate whether or not he should go talk to you.

The little devil on his shoulder must have won, because he made his way over to you and Seungmin before you two could even take the steps to walk off.

“Hello,” The man says, bowing at the two of you. Politely, you bow but take notice of how Seungmin keeps his body upright. You didn’t have to look at his face to know he was absolutely fuming at the boldness of the stranger.

“Excuse me if this is rude, but I wanted to let you know that your hair is gorgeous”

You grin, instinctively reaching a hand up to play with one of your braids. You had gotten them done the day before; 30-inch knotless box braids in the color 2b, medium-sized.

You were lucky your bestest friend in the whole wide world was a hairstylist because you only spent a little over $200 excluding the tip. She also made you buy her dinner, but that’s only because she bought lunch.

A less-than-gentle squeeze of your hand pulls you out of your thoughts, and you quietly reply, “Thank you! I appreciate that”

Seungmin, ever so possessive, decides to place himself in between you and the stranger. It was silly. Your annoyingly cute husband looked beyond pissed as the stranger paid no mind to him.

“And your dress” The man continued, “It’s really pretty as well”

“Thank you” Seungmin answers before you can, “I bought it for her. Picked it out and everything”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and chuckle a little (earning a quick glare from your husband).

“Oh, then you must have good taste,” The man says, still looking at you, “But you can’t take credit for how beautiful her face is, can you?”

….oh no

“Thank you for the compliments, but we really should be going” You rush to say before Seungmin can start talking back

“Forgive me, but I don’t think I could ever forget a woman like you. Can we meet again?”

Seungmin talks before you do this time, letting out a livid, “In your fucking dreams”

As if he could sense the tension, I.N comes out of seemingly nowhere and puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder

“Hyung, y/nnie, we’ve been looking for you two.” He says, his eyes darting between an angry Seungmin and smug looking stranger

“We were just about to come looking for you guys too! Honey, let’s go meet up with the members," you plead, tugging at Seungmin’s arm.

It takes both you and I.N. to drag him away, the stranger simply rolling his eyes and walking over to the next woman he sees.

Seungmin seethes, “Who the fuck is that?”

“The son of one of the shareholders, I think” I.N shrugs, “But it doesn’t matter. Forget about him”

“He hit on my fucking wife, right in front of me”

“And that was disgusting and disrespectful” You sigh, “But I don’t want anyone else but you. Please don’t let him ruin our night”

With a swift glance at you and I.N., followed by the growing voices of the members a few feet away, he decides to let his anger go.

However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t remind you of who you belong to later that night.

[baekhyunsbestie]

Hello, first of all, your profile gives a very sweet and peaceful, soft feeling! 🥺🩷

I want to read a pregnancy/dad story about Baekhyun if possible. They already have a 4-year-old daughter and now they have a little boy. Maybe it's about how he takes care of his wife while also taking care of both an older child and a newborn baby... Also, dealing with his daughter who is happy to have a new sibling but feels jealous and becomes moody and angry. 🧸

Thank you and stay happy and safe! 🩷

awww hi bby! ty ty tyyyy for being so sweet n sending in a req <333 here's a lil drabble 4u!! :') really loved writing this omg i feel so soft 😭🥹🙂‍↕️💘💖💓💞💗💖

it's 3:27 a.m., and baekhyun is running on three hours of sleep and pure instinct. he’s got a bottle in one hand, rocking the newborn bassinet with his foot, while his other hand rubs gentle circles into your back. you’re curled up on your side of the bed, head barely staying up as exhaustion weighs heavy on your body.

“baby, get some rest,” he whispers, voice thick with sleep himself, but still so gentle. you shake your head, murmuring something about the baby needing another feed soon. baekhyun sighs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i got it. just close your eyes for a bit.”

you do, but it’s clear your mind won’t let you fully rest. the baby starts fussing again, and baekhyun swiftly moves, lifting the tiny bundle into his arms with practiced ease. “shh, buddy, i got you. don’t wake your mom, yeah?” he coos, rocking your newborn son against his chest, his fingers brushing over the fine tufts of dark hair.

from the hallway, there’s a soft shuffling sound, followed by a small voice.

“daddy?”

baekhyun turns his head to see your four-year-old daughter, her hair a mess of sleepy waves, her stuffed bunny clutched tightly in her arms. her lower lip juts out just slightly, and he knows that look. he knows it too well.

setting the baby down in the bassinet, he crouches to her level. “what’s wrong, bunny?”

“you don’t love me anymore, huh?” she sniffles, eyes filled with betrayal.

ah.

baekhyun's heart squeezes. he’s been so caught up in balancing everything—taking care of you, making sure the newborn is fed and changed, keeping the house from falling apart—that he hadn’t realized just how much his little girl was feeling left behind.

he holds out his arms. “c’mere, bun.”

she hesitates for only a second before stepping into his embrace, her little arms wrapping around his neck. baekhyun hoists her up, holding her close like he used to before the baby arrived.

“you know i love you just as much, right?” he murmurs into her hair.

her arms tighten around him, small fingers clenching onto his shirt. “but you’re always with him.”

he sighs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “i know, sweetheart. but that doesn’t mean i love you any less. you’re still my baby too.”

she pulls back just slightly, eyes big and glassy. “promise?”

“promise,” he says without hesitation. then, after a beat, he grins. “tell you what—how about tomorrow, you and me have a daddy-daughter day? just us. we’ll get ice cream, go to the park, maybe sneak in a movie while your mom and baby brother nap.”

her face lights up, the jealousy momentarily forgotten. “really?”

“of course, my love.”

her arms wrap around his neck again, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

baekhyun stays like that for a while, holding his first baby while his second sleeps soundly in the bassinet. eventually, she dozes off in his arms, small breaths evening out.

when he turns, he sees you watching him, eyes warm with love despite the exhaustion.

“you’re the best dad,” you whisper.

he chuckles softly, shifting to press a kiss to your lips. “nah. just doing my best.”

you smile, resting your forehead against his.

and in that moment, with one child in his arms and another sleeping peacefully nearby, baekhyun knows—he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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boy next door pt. 2

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you couldn't believe it. tenko shimura perusing around town with some new girl. shocking. he'd been ignoring your texts and calls all week and on friday you had spotted him having dinner with her. not that you cared or anything but seeing him laughing and flirting with her made your blood boil a little hotter than you liked to admit. it didn’t matter though, you had your fair share of flings but a part of you wanted to forget what you’d seen. it was embarassing. pacing your room, cancelling plans all over him. what did he have that the guys in your phone didn’t? he was a loser. he barely said a word to you at school, even after you had so graciously asked him to carry your stuff home. he glared at you but of course, obliged. 

still, you were baffled at this defiant behavior. you were his first, you even let him do it raw. what more could he need? tenko shimura was a selfish bastard who despite his quiet, geeky behavior, only wanted sex. it frustrated you how dehumanizing it was to get treated like this by him. you could call a past hookup. or meet someone new. but would they do it like him? desperate and animalistic, but still needy enough to be cute? you weren’t sure. but the second he appeared at your door, tattered hoodie and dark jeans, you knew they wouldn’t compare.

“are you just letting yourself into anyone’s home now?” you scowled as you set your phone down. “your mom let me in on her way out. pachinko. again. seems she’s got a bit of an addiction.” he said robotically. you scoffed. “sure.” he settled on the edge of your bed. he smelled like cigarettes and fresh rain. “you pick up smoking?” your chin rested on your knees as you focused on his twiddling hands. he looked up swiftly, his expression remained quiet but his body language spoke louder, almost excitedly. “no. it’s this new chick i’ve been hanging out with. real chainsmoker.” he said, leaning back, hands folding over his stomach. you tried real hard not to scoff but the task seemed impossible. “so she’s just been rubbing her scent all over you like a fucking dog? that’s real cute.” you sneered with more poison than you intended. you didn’t want to waste all that toxicity on him. “i’ve just been at her house a lot lately, the smell just kinda sticks.” his voice was cool but thick, like the cigarettes imprinted into his clothes. “been rolling around in her sheets? hope you had fun.” as you reel back in you feel embarrassed about how angry you’re getting. he quickly shifts his body, facing you.

“are you jealous?” he said leaning over to your side of the bed. “she’s a friend.” you rolled your eyes at him. his slim fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, tracing imaginary patterns on your skin. “i’m not stupid i saw you guys kissing.” you said with a scowl. he sighs in annoyance. “so? aren’t we friends too? i mean look at us now.” his hand left your shirt, the cool material failed to match his presence on your skin. nimble fingers brushed hair from your face, fingertips resting on your flushed cheeks. he leaned in, narrowing his eyes and tightening the grip on your face. you closed your eyes in gentle anticipation of his lips on yours, but they never came. when you opened your eyes you could see a smirk plastered on his face, eyes still narrowed and focused on your lips. you inched closer in desperate need of a kiss but found his quiet, taunting laughs pushing you away.

“what are you doing?” he asked nonchalantly. you frowned and pulled away, facing your back to him. “oh. oh i get it now. you thought i was gonna kiss you.” he laughed again, coldly and tapped you on the shoulder. “don’t look so down, i was under the impression you wanted nothing to do with me.” tenko firmly pulled your shoulder to get you to face him. you couldn’t. the burning humiliation festering in your chest kept you from turning to him. you should’ve seen this coming as another one of his games to get under your skin. “don’t tell me you’re mad at me.” he crooned and snaked an arm around your waist, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck. this time, you shoved him off. it was almost violent the way you did, as if you were trying to shake off something other than his arms. something deeper. 

“what the fuck? what is this? one second you hate me, the next you’re trying to kiss me, and now you’re fucking mad again.” you shut your eyes in annoyance but softened when you heard him shuffle against your sheets. you expected him to get up and leave but when he pinned your arms, straddling your waist, you were caught off guard. “what the fuck are you doing?” your reddening cheeks were glowing in the dark of your room. “what the fuck are you doing? if you want my attention you’re going to have to try harder than that.” he sneered. your heaving chests were parallel to each other as he leaned down to face you. he was overwhelming in every way possible. the scent of soap and sweat and something else that was just so him lingered in the air. it filled your head and make you weak to his advances.

“well? what are you gonna do, huh?” he released your hands and sat back, still straddling your waist. you were at a loss. “i-i don’t know.” you stuttered making him laugh breathily. “you don’t know. well let me help you.” you were nervous in anticipating what his plan was for you but when his fingers slid under your shirt, tugging the hem slightly up, you knew. you let him slip off your shirt, your bare chest coming into view. his hands immediately flew up to cup them. his cold palms sent shivers through your body. “fuck. look at you. i bet you’re thinking about last time when i fucked these.” he scoffed to himself. you were recognizing a pattern where every time tenko got you naked he was a completely different person. he leaned down to lick your nipple making you gasp. he began kissing down your stomach when suddenly he stopped. “you know, you’re actually supposed to be helping me out.” 

you rolled your eyes and reached for his belt buckle. you undid his jeans as you flipped yourself around. you could feel how hard he was under his boxers and the familiar sensation of veins sliding beneath your hand. your fingers slid slowly up and down his shaft. an ache for more hid beneath his stifled moans. “faster.” he demanded, bucking his hips into your fist. you leaned down to kitten lick the pearl of precum collecting on the tip. his eyes follow you as you bob and gag on his pulsing cock. you can tell he likes it when you’re uncomfortable. it pleasures him when your eyes are narrow and spiteful and the kisses you leave on his shaft are nothing but obligations. it makes you sick the way you let yourself moan when he cums. it’s everywhere and it’s filthy the way it lolls on your tongue, trickling down your chin. he glides his fingers into your cum covered face and lets you lick them clean. you keep eye contact with him as you climb on top of him.

there’s a motorcycle revving somewhere on the street. the sound of music playing from someone’s radio wafts in through your half opened window. you should be out with a nice guy having dinner or walking hand in hand at the park. there’s a whole world of nice guys with nice cars and nice shirts out there who don’t play chaste games with your emotions. but you know there’s also plenty of nice girls who match perfectly with guys like that, and you’re not a nice girl. you love the way he talks to you like a stranger and the way he fucks you like he hates you. tenko’s not a bad guy, but he’s definitely not a good guy. in retrospect the two of you are more similar than you’d like to imagine. you hate most people and treat the ones you love like shit. you’ll do anything to get away from responsibility but you’ll do everything for your freedom and though you live in two different worlds, the parallels couldn’t be more identical.

his dick is soft and sleek under your sopping cunt. your hips match your breathy moans and your eyelids lower instinctively. you can’t help but moan when your clit comes in contact with his shaft. he’s hard again within seconds. “well this is new. you being on top?” he rests his head on the headboard of your bed. “you should be grateful, asshole.” you say, slightly out of breath. when you finally sink yourself onto his cock, the stretch engulfs your nerves. the torrid girth feels hot and tenacious as you glide up and down. your moans become in tune with each other, the chorus of breaths and gasps balance the already thick smell of sex in your room. 

his hips twitch when the rim of your cunt clenches around his tip. the ache in your knees only makes you more sensitive to him. “is this enough to get your attention?” your voice shakes with exhausted pleasure. his forehead glistens with sweat as he clenches his eyes closed. “shut the fuck up.” he sputters out. he’s been trying not to cum since you first slid onto his cock. you lean forward to face him, your faces are inches apart. he expects you to kiss him but you really just wanted to get a close up of his expression when you milk him. you mouth gapes open, your voice is frozen in pleasure. you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself as your rhythm picks up. his eyes roll back into his head as he stifles out a plea. “slow down.” you scowl at him in defiance but don’t say a word. your rhythm continues. “fuck. im cumming. get the fuck off.” his hands push at your pulsing thighs but he’s weak in the moment. “seriously get off. i’m gonna cream you, right now, if you don’t.” your moans have only gotten more intense as the anticipation of his hot cum spurting into you grows wildly in your mind. 

“do it. i know you’re afraid to. please just fucking do it.” you manage to spit out your final lash at him through your exasperated panting. his hands have a white knuckle grip on your thighs as you watch him lose what little self control he had. he cums with a loud groan, hips thrashing and thrusting into your sopping pussy. you crash down on him sending that white hot cum deeper. he’s still rutting desperately into you as you remain clenching and twitching around him. you both were never really into quick endings. when you muster the strength to lift yourself off of his softening dick you watch the webs of cum and arousal stretch and dissipate off your skin. you lean back when you feel a glob of cum dribble down onto his crotch. his forearm is draped across his eyes as his chest heaves. “did you really need my attention that bad?” he asks, wearied. “i thought you’d like it.” you replied, faster than you’d expected. his arm lowers as his piercing red eyes lock onto yours. 

“maybe you’re right.”

this is so ass i’m sorry jajajajaj

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 24)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap

Hours later, Cillian arrived at your house and you opened the door for him slowly, trying not to move around too much just as the doctor had ordered. 

"Hey," he greeted you softly, his voice laced with concern. "How are you feeling?" he asked, glancing briefly at your belly.

"I've got the worst cramps imaginable," you replied, your voice quivering slightly. "But I'm trying to stay positive," you added, forcing a weak smile. "Only four more weeks, right?" you told him as you gestured for him to come inside. 

"You should probably lie down," Cillian suggested, his voice laced with concern. "I'll bring you some water and toast," he added, heading towards the kitchen.

As Cillian busied himself preparing your meal, you sank deeper into the fluffy pillows, attempting to find a comfortable position. The relentless contractions were growing stronger, leaving you feeling increasingly vulnerable and exposed.

Cillian returned moments later, carrying a tray laden with food and drink. You thanked him gratefully, your voice trembling slightly. He settled down beside you, his hand hovering above your thigh nervously.

"So, how did Amanda take it?" you asked hesitantly, your voice quivering slightly. You shifted uncomfortably, aware of the awkwardness of the topic.

"Not well," Cillian responded matter-of-factly, his voice steady yet distant. "She was upset, angry, and resentful," he admitted, his gaze flickering between the window and the table.

"I am sorry. I really do not want to cause trouble between you two," you apologized, your gaze flickering between Cillian's eyes and the floor.

"Y/N, none of this is your fault," Cillian

comforted you, his voice soothing as he reached out to grasp your hand. "Amanda has been jealous and possessive since the start," he revealed, his gaze piercing into your soul. "And it was about time that I broke up with her," Cillian admitted, causing your chin to drop.

"You broke up with her?"

you echoed, your voice trembling slightly. "Because of me?" you added, unable to contain your surprise.

"Well," Cillian responded, his voice steady yet distant. "I guess I realised that it would be better for everyone concerned if I wasn't with her," he added, his gaze flickering between the window and the table. "And I think that, the only reason I got involved with her in the first place was because I needed some distraction from all the shit Danielle has put me through with Max," 

he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. "I just wanted someone else to distract me from how wrong everything has turned out, and she was convenient," he added, shaking his head sadly.

"So, you used her?" you asked hesitantly, your voice trembling slightly.

"Maybe," Cillian replied swiftly, his voice firm yet compassionate before pausing briefly. "I am an asshole, right?" he then asked rhetorically, his voice cracking slightly. 

"Yes, you are," you agreed reluctantly, your tone softening perceptibly. "Sometimes you are real dick when it comes to women, me included," you whispered, swallowing hard as the admission weighed heavily on your conscience. "But, at the same time, you are also one of the most empathetic and caring people I know in general, so don't be too hard on yourself," you added, glancing up at Cillian with admiration.

"You are still a good person," you whispered reassuringly before pausing briefly. "And if I had thought that otherwise, I wouldn't have kept the baby," you confessed, averting your gaze as Cillian caressed your face. 

"I don't deserve you," Cillian mumbled, stroking your cheek tenderly. His fingers lingered on your skin, tracing gentle patterns as he gazed intently into your eyes before pulling his hand away from your face. "As a mother to my child I mean," he then explained, his voice cracking slightly. "You're going to be such a wonderful mom," he whispered, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards faintly.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with warmth at his unexpected declaration. His expression was earnest, filled with a deep connection as if acknowledging the invisible bond that had formed between you.

"Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible as you lifted your hand to touch his arm gently.

"For everything," you added, your gaze flickering between his eyes and the table.

"Don't mention it," Cillian responded, his voice laced with emotion. "I just hope I can somehow make up for my past mistakes," he added, his gaze flickering between the window and the table.

"You already have," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "Just by being here for me," you added, the corners of your mouth quirking upwards faintly just as the doorbell rang. 

"Are you expecting anyone?" Cillian asked and you immediately shook your head. 

"No," you answered softly, your gaze flickering between the door and Cillian who jumped up to open it.

Moments later, Cillian returned, his expression puzzled and confused.

"Who is it?" you asked cautiously, your curiosity piqued before watching your friend Emma walk inside, her expression grim.

"Em, are you alright?" you asked and, immediately, she shook her head.

"No," she muttered quietly, her gaze darting around the room uneasily. "I was actually hoping to speak with you," she confessed, her voice wobbling slightly.

"What's wrong?" you asked cautiously, your gaze flicking between Cillian and Emma. Her expression was grim, her lips pressed firmly together as a myriad of emotions swirled behind her dark eyes.

"Is everything okay?" Cillian chimed in, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, Em, what's up?" you persisted, your brow furrowed with worry.

"Okay," Emma conceded eventually, her voice hushed as she steeled herself. "Don't freak out, but there is an article about you in OK! Magazine," Emma explained, her voice low and strained as she handed you the paper. "About you and Cillian," she whispered, her gaze flickering between you and Cillian.

"What about us?" you asked cautiously, your gaze fixated on her eyes. "What does the article say?" you added, your voice trembling slightly as you saw yourself on the front cover of the magazine. 

"It... it's everything, Y/N!" Emma told you urgently. "It says that you got involved with each other while Cillian was still married and that you are having his baby. It's pretty bad. It even talks about the family and all," Emma disclosed grimly, her voice trembling slightly.

Your jaw dropped, and suddenly, you felt lightheaded. You struggled to find the words to respond, and for a moment, you were struck dumb.

"Oh my God," you groaned, pressing your hands against your eyes as tears welled up in your eyes. "I can't believe this," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head incredulously.

"Y/N, relax," Cillian urged, his voice firm yet comforting. "We both knew that this was going to happen at some point," he reminded you, his gaze flickering between the magazine and the floor. "Let's read the article and I will call my publicist," he added, reaching out to take the paper from your hands.

You nodded numbly, the shock of the article lingering like a heavy weight on your shoulders. Emma's eyes widened with concern, her gaze flitting between you and Cillian.

A surprising kind of scandal: Cillian Murphy's infidelity with step-niece

In the world of celebrity news, few stories captivate the public's attention more than those involving the private lives of celebrities who usually stay away from the public eye.

As such, it comes with great surprise when OK! learned that actor Cillian Murphy has found himself at the centre of his first scandal since the Sienna Miller incident in 2009, as reports surfaced of his involvement in an extramarital affair earlier this year.

The object of the actor’s affections at the time was 20-year-old law student Y/N Y/LN and, what further complicates the situation is the fact that Y/N is the adult stepdaughter of Cillian's brother, Frank Murphy, who reportedly introduced the actor to Y/N less than a year ago.

It has also been reported by our sources that Y/N is currently pregnant with the actor’s child and OK! reporters are of the view that the news of her pregnancy will only amplify the magnitude of this scandal, seeing that Murphy has just recently closed proceedings against his wife Danielle for the joint custody of their son.

The affair has undoubtedly cast a shadow over the actor’s reputation and Murphy has yet to make a public statement or address the situation, leaving many to wonder about his response to the unfolding events.

To be continued...

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torn apart chapter 13 (index)

(cato hadley x fem!(plus-size!)reader)

“Are you ready?” you ask Cato as you smooth down your dress, glancing at him through the mirror. When he doesn’t answer you turn, chuckling when you see him struggle with his tie. “Do you need help?” you ask as you walk towards him.

He looks up and grimaces. “That would be nice,” he answers, letting his hands fall to the side. You step closer to him, being almost a head shorter than him, reaching up to his loose tie. “Thanks.” He gives you a small smile.

It’s been a month and a half since your wedding and Caesar was getting impatient regarding your interview. So, here are the both of you, getting ready to step on a stage and get questioned about your private life.

You step away from him when you are done tying his tie, proudly looking at the finished result. You take in his appearance and hum in acknowledgment. “Oh wait,” you then say. “I forgot something!” You turn away to the closet, rummaging around until you find what you’re searching for.

You walk up to him again, opening your hand. In your palm lay two golden cufflinks. “They used to be my dad’s,” you explain. “He wanted you to have them.” Without much response Cato holds out his arms, letting you put the cufflinks on. 

His eyes follow your hands, your movement so gentle. “Thank you,” he says, smiling at you as you blush and turn away.

“We should get going,” you mumble before leaving the room. 

-

He feels like a creep watching you sleep. He shouldn’t do this. But he can’t help himself. Since the first night after your wedding, he couldn’t sleep anymore. He’s dealt with his insomnia before but it never was this bad. 

Images of Clove keep haunting him, images of you .   

He doesn’t know what to do, or what to think. Everything feels wrong. He vowed to himself that he would never forget Clove. That he would never love anyone else but now you were here with him and he noticed her fading. 

He didn’t want her to fade though. She was his first love. His first everything. He didn’t want to lose her. He didn’t want to dishonor her . Whenever Cato caught himself smiling at you, watching you with awe, this pang of guilt would hit him. 

What would Clove think of him now? She would be disappointed in him, maybe even angry that he laid his eyes on another woman, let alone married her. She’s always been on the jealous side…

Cato looks at you one last time before he slips out of bed and vanishes into his training room.

- 

You’re walking along the streets of the Capitol, Cato a few steps behind you. The weather was good, the sun finally coming out after days of rain and you wanted to visit the nearby little park. 

It’s been a while since your wedding, and you and Cato actually started to become friends. It still was awkward at times, but you were working on that. You also had hoped that the attention on you two would have faded, given that the Third Quarter Quell was nearing, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. 

Within minutes you and Cato find yourself in the middle of an excited crowd of Capitol citizens. You are being pushed around and are getting bombarded with questions, hands reaching for you from everywhere. 

You twist and turn, trying to find Cato, trying to find a way out . But there was none. You couldn’t spot Cato and with every passing second, the crowd just got bigger. “I’m sorry,” you say, trying to push your way past the people but it was near impossible. “I–” Fanatic screams are cutting you off.

The moment Cato loses you in the crowd he feels like he’d go crazy. Capitol people could be ruthless when it came to–so-called–celebrities. They could, and probably would, crush you. 

He ignores the insane amount of fans screaming and holding papers out for him to sign as he somehow fights his way through the crowd, trying to find you as fast as possible. He was used to this by now–well, kind of–but you weren’t .

He doesn’t care about the people he is knocking over. He needs to get to you. That was the most important thing right now. And then he catches a glimpse of your hair. He’s flooded with relief immediately.

Your head shoots up when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You see Cato making his way toward you and you need to make sure you’re not crying from relief. You try to fight your way through to him but it is as if like the crowd was swallowing you.

Then Cato finally reaches you. He embraces you without further thought, shielding you from the crowd. One arm circles around your waist while the other protects your face as Cato makes his way through the crowd. 

Everything passes in a blur and before you can snap out of your trance you’re back in your apartment.

-

“I’m trying to concentrate, Cato,” you grumble while you crack one eye open to look at him. You were currently in the training room, sitting on a yoga mat and trying to do a bit of relaxing pilates. “You’re distracting me.” 

Cato grins, “I know.”  

You let out a semi-annoyed groan but can’t suppress a small smile. “Do you want to join me?” you ask him after a few moments, looking at him properly this time. You slightly tilt your head at him.

He thinks for a second before he stands up from his place against the wall and walks toward you to sit down in front of you. “We should do something more fun,” he suggests with a twinkle in his eyes. 

“Something more fun?”

He nods, “Yes.”

You raise your eyebrow in a questioning manner. “And what would that be? Throwing knives or a speer?” Your suggestions were a joke, purely sarcastic. You were quite happy with your pilates. 

“Exactly,” Cato grins. “I can teach you!” Excitement was evident in the look on his face and you take a deep breath before you roll your eyes and agree.

You watch as Cato stands up and extends his hand to pull you up. You grab his hand and he pulls you up with such force that you stumble forward and collide with his chest. His hands grab your waist, steadying you so you won’t fall.

A scared yelp leaves your lips and your hands grip Cato’s arms out of reflex. Once the small shock wears off you lift your head. Your breath catches in your throat when Cato’s face is just centimeters from yours. You can almost feel his breath on your skin, his eyes boring into yours. 

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[icycoldninja]

He picked Rose (Raiden x Reader angst)

You'd had a crush on Raiden from the moment you'd met and had kept that secret for as long as you could remember, as you were too shy and too afraid to confess to him.

You thought that with time, you'd rack up the courage to tell him how you felt, but every time you thought you were ready, you saw him with his gentle, quiet eyes and sweet smile, and everything you'd accumulated over the days just flew out the window.

This pattern continued for several years. You would spend your nights pining and planning, convincing yourself that you could do this and that the worst he could say is no, only to have all your meticulously pre-planned words get stuck in your throat, leaving you a stuttering, nervous wreck. At times, you'd get frustrated with yourself, insecure that Raiden would think of you as a weirdo for never being able to talk properly for more than 5 minutes when you were around him. At other times, you'd become jealous of Rose, and how she always seemed to be hanging out with Raiden, helping him on missions, giving him advice, taking him to movies.

Before you knew it, your frustration and insecurities with yourself evolved and merged into a single emotion that was directed towards that woman--no--that bitch. You quickly grew angry and spiteful towards her, jealous that she got along with Raiden better than you did, and somehow still had the audacity to manipulate and use him. It made your blood boil, seeing the two of them together. How dare she? She didn't even love him--she was using him! So why was Raiden friendlier towards her? Why couldn't you do what she did? What did she have that you didn't?

A lot, it seemed, as very soon, it was confirmed that the two of them were dating. When you showed up to work one day, he and Rose approached you, wide grins on their faces. Rose excitedly informed you that she and "Jack", as she called him, were dating, and that they couldn't have been happier. Her words meant nothing to you; the soft smile on Raiden's face, did. It was proof that he had found someone else; that you'd missed your chance and that there was virtually no hope for you to ever be with Raiden. In that single moment, your heart was crushed entirely, the love of your life having been swept out from under your feet. From that point on, you changed.

The jealousy and rage you felt towards Rose soon became too much to be kept inside; it was now being displayed through your behavior and mannerisms towards her. You were aloof and distant towards her, sometimes downright ignoring her, while still managing to be friendly and polite around Raiden. He noticed this, and soon, he confronted you about it.

"Why are you so cold to Rose?" He asked, striding after you as you traveled through the familiar paths that led you home. "Answer me." He reached out and gripped your arm, preventing you from leaving. "Why?" You bit down hard on your lip, resentment flowing through your veins. What was it any of his business? Why did he care? Why should he care? Didn't he see that this woman was all wrong for him--that you would be a better option? "I just don't get it," You finally mumbled, yanking your arm away and clenching your fists. "Why do you love her so much? Why do you care about her? Why did you choose her over me?"

Raiden looked at you confusedly for a few moments before the reality of the situation dawned upon him. "All this time...?" You growled, turning away from him and hurrying down the street. Raiden made no attempt to go after you, after all, why would he?

He always picked Rose over you.

[danger-xylophones]

Hey! I hope you're having a good day/night <3 I had a LOTR and/or The Hobbit headcannon request but if you're not taking those rn I understand <3 How various characters would react to a friend (reader) who is very emotional (like, the type of person who when they find something funny they LAUGH HARD, has deff. been kicked out of public places for fighting people who made them angry, and gets teary eyed even over the death and suffering of animals and total strangers) Any character is fine, I love them all, but please include Gandalf (he's SO COOL! and I feel like he doesn't get included in hcs enough but idk-) Thank you <3 :)

Howdy, I am still taking requests it just takes me awhile to get around to them.

I also agree Gandalf should show up more.

Gandalf:

Gandalf adores you

You are unequivocally one of his favorite people

And that's saying a lot considering he's been around for centuries

He loves how expressive you are and wishes more people were as free with their emotions, he thinks that maybe some problems in middle-earth could be solved if people were just more open about how they're feeling

Of course, he acknowledges that your propensity for expression can be a danger at times

He would never wish for you to stop being so expressive, but he does wish you'd quit getting kicked out of bars

It makes it hard to go get a drink with you because you're banned from a lot of places for 'roughhousing'

He's keen to have you meet Radagast, he thinks the two of you would get along swimmingly

I will add he's hesitant to smoke anything other than pipeweed with you - I mean, you're already prone to heightened emotions when sober, he's a bit scared to see what happens when you've got some for of recreational substance in you.

You're the first person he wants to show any new fireworks he learns to make to because you let your enchantment with the party favors shine through unabashedly

Beorn:

Beorn was initially a bit put off by you

He's very quiet and used to the company of animals who normally don't laugh when he cracks a joke to himself

But he warms up to you when he sees just how deeply you care for anyone and anything

He took you on a walk one day and you started crying because you found a tree that'd been scorched by a lighting bolt

And again when you were so gentle and tender with one of his horses that suffered a bad scrape on its side

He starts to open up a bit when you're around

It's not that noticeable but the jokes he normally cracks to himself are now loud enough for you to hear

He looks forward to your sporadic visits now

Legolas:

Being an elf who was raised to keep a stoic countenance, he finds your expressiveness odd but a welcome change

The first time he cracked a joke that made you laugh he was worried you'd asphyxiate

Gandalf had to be the one to explain that you were just like that, that you felt things a bit differently from others

It takes Legolas a bit to get used to just how strong your emotions are

He happened to be in a bar with you when you got kicked out once, he was worried he'd be helping you bury a body before the end of the night

He understands your empathy for animals though, as that is something he can say he feels deeply

Elves share a special bond with all life and though they are often spared by death, that does not mean witnessing it ever gets easier

He eventually learns to appreciate your expressiveness as a gift few can claim to have

Galadriel:

Galadriel is very fond of you

You remind of her of her younger self who was more wild and willing to let her feelings shine through

She loves it when you tell her stories of your life

Your still just as emotive while recounting your journeys with Gandalf to her as you probably were while traveling

She's a bit jealous of you though, as she wishes she could show her emotions as freely as you do

You're a breath of fresh air for her

As the Lady of Lothlorien, she has a certain countenance she must uphold and that stoicism is often repaid with aloofness from her fellow elves

But you remind her she is also a person, same as you, and that she feels too

Gimli:

Whenever you get tossed out of a bar, Gimli's often right there with you

He's also loud and expressive

You can hear his laugh through the clamor of a filled tavern and his temper has also gotten his name blacklisted at a few mead halls

He thinks of you're pretty dwarvish, which is high praise to him

Dwarves are passionate folk and that passion is celebrated because it takes great emotions to ring art from stone

He does feel a bit awkward if he sees you cry only because it takes a lot to make dwarves cry

So he's a bit clumsy if he tries to comfort you

But he loves that he can find you in a crowd if he pauses to listen for a laugh

Bard:

Bard doesn't know how to feel about you, if he's perfectly honest

You remind him of his children who are still learning how to control their temperaments

And his initial thought is that you're too immature

However, when he does finally sit down and talk to you he's quick to realize that this supposed 'immaturity' is something he completely fabricated

You're incredibly intelligent, emotionally and intellectually

And he soon realizes he made a grave mistake judging you so early on

He comes to love just how boisterous your laugh is

It becomes enough for him to start laughing just hearing you laugh

He's still learning how to handle you're more fiery emotions

But he's a loyal friend who'll stick with you even when you get the both of you kicked out of the bar

[softlymaximoff]

Wanda assumed that Nat and Steve are together cause they are always close. Cooking together, workout out and sparring at the same time. Wanda even saw Nat laying her head on Steve 's lap during movie night. To top it all, Wands caught Nat hugging Steve from behind while he is frying some pancakes. It hurts Wanda everytime they see them being so close to each other and would suppress her feelings towards Nat.

But Wanda also enjoys the moment where she is being flipped on the mat by Natasha when they are training. She would blush non stop and Nat would tease her for it. From then on, they also became friends and got to know each other more. Then one time, Wanda was being bold cause she's super jealous of Steve and outright asked Nat if they were together. Nat just laughed at Wanda and said that they were only friends and she only see Steve as her brother.

Oh poor wanda was always insecure of overstepping the friendship she already had with nat and just tried to avoid her at all costs when she realised that “shit I’m falling for the damn widow” And natty ends up all moody cause her best friend was suddenly shutting her out.

Comes training one day and Natasha had enough, flipping the witch, thighs on either side of her head for a little too long. “Nat- c’mon let me up, you win, you pinned me, your score” the sokovian mumbled blushing as the widow pressed further. “Why are you avoiding me” “you’re insane I’m not doing anything” and with a flash of gentle red, Natasha was lifted off her and tossed to the side. Wanda had never used magic on her? “Fine be like that” the spy grumbled and stormed out of the training room leaving a very guilty wanda on the mat.

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Two nights later tony was hosting one of his monthly get-togethers where the team was exempt of missions for a couple of days. And Steve had of course asked his long time best friend to accompany him as his little arm candy. Wanda of course had vision but he was a last minute desperation. The poor robot was completely unaware of his date’s jealousy. “Care for a drink Wanda?” “Not now vis, I’m gonna go play pool” She grumbled when she saw the other coupe-like pair already at the bar.

Unbeknownst to Wanda, as soon as she walked in Steve motioned over to her “there’s your girl Tasha” “she’s not my girl Steve, she’s been avoiding me and I haven’t even done anything wrong” the Russian sighed and downed her shot of vodka when Bruce passed it to her. “Alright calm down widow, the nights still young” Steve chuckled at his teammate but tensed when he felt eyes on him.

“Oh for goodness sake nat do something, she’s burning holes on the side of my head I can feel it” he practically whined to the readhead and she rolled her eyes before venturing off to find said angry witch. “You’re up Sabrina” Tony snickered at the young witch’s scowl “you’re so lame Tony, shouldn’t you be trying to find a heart with Dorothy on the yellow brick road? Tinman looking ass” she challenged back and set up her shot but a chuckle made her freeze. “Finally someone’s putting him back in his place” Natasha giggled, the vodka making her a little less cold and a lot more flirty.

“Here, line it up like this moya lyubov” she whispered and guided Wanda’s position. The interaction making her blush furiously. “Uh, nat why aren’t you with Steve?” She mumbled and moved out of Natasha’s little body trap, just letting her take the shot. “Cause he’s flirting with Bucky” she smirked at Wanda’s prominent blush. “Why, you’re dating him aren’t you?” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, a frown forming on her lips.

“Oh my god, is that why you were avoiding me? He’s like a brother! Ew he’s so old and gross, Wanda, I’m part of the alphabet mafia” the redhead chuckled drunkenly and cheered when she sunk her number in a pocket. “You’re- you’re not straight?” Wanda was dumbfounded. “No you goof, i don’t sit properly on chairs, I wear boots, listen to girl in red and Taylor swift religiously, and tony won’t let me get a cat for the compound but I’ve managed to convince pepper so we’re halfway there already!” All Wanda could do was blush at her own obviousness

“Oh”

“Yeah oh, now come here and taste some vodka you fool”

[atgvnpoint]

maybe ranting to dove, especially her wasn't the best option. trudy was fed up and not at all on speaking terms yet, he couldn't go to AJ because he was too busy and he's bestie's with Benny. He doesn't know Cris, Bryce would say more than he should, so it was down to dove. She's a great listener, Ludo wasn't sure why his husband always had something bad to say when she's been a great friend.

"i got no problem with his jealous in general, there's a part where he gets jealous of you, mostly you maybe the strangers here and there due to AJ taking me more than everyone else. I know i was the same way, worse actually. my jealousy was so bad i got jealous because a can settled on his lips whenever he drank something. his jealousy has gotten to the point where he sees things he shouldn't, again i was the same way but i had gut feelings and when i have those i listen to them. i'm not as jealous towards AJ, never have. He's got eyes for Bryce so he's the least of my worries." Ludo stated, crossing his arms to his chest. Hazel hues stared at her while she agreed in a way with her husband. She would do the same too. " he has confidence, i just don't know what i'm doing. i'm always respectful, keep to myself, i call, text, face time, when i'm away. I do everything right, perfectly." a sigh left his brims, he didn't expect her to say the rest. Ludo stayed silent still his gaze on her. "i haven't done anything currently to make him think otherwise, other than you being in my life." he stated again, making sure she heard it. As she got close to him, Ludo stared at her, her beauty, her blue eyes a distraction all on it's own. he hated that he was attracted her but there was that very very small part of his brain that wanted her lips to scratch the itch. "sometimes it is." he answered her last question, still gazing into her eyes. Dove had no right looking beautiful, if only he can put a paper bag over her head would it make the itch go away.

The more Ludovic revealed, the more hope Dove was feeling deep inside. He sounded sick and tired of the whole situation which was understandable. No one wants a crazy jealous partner by their side. It makes you feel trapped even if you have nothing to hide. But she also had to give Benjamin props for being jealous at her. As delusional as her former best friend could be at times, he wasn't wrong with his suspicion and fear when it came to her.

❝You use past tense. So you are not jealous anymore? Why's that?❞ Dove crossed her legs before reaching for another spicy snack. No one changes just like that, especially when it was such a severe jealousy as Ludovic mentioned. To her, it almost sounded like Ludovic somehow detached himself from Benji even though it was the more healthy approach not to be overly jealous Trusting your partner was essential. So either Ludovic put his trust in Benji or he didn't care anymore. Same for Benjamin who either had no trust or he cared too much. ❝Do you call and text him when you are away because you want to? Or because you feel like you have to so he won't flip his shit?❞ She dipped her nacho into the salsa dip again and hummed. ❝Look, I still have Latina blood in my veins so, I can tell you that I'd only get really angry when you ignore my texts for a really long time despite being online and available. But trust me, then hell will break loose. You have a sister, right? So you know you shouldn't make a Latina angry. But that's all. Controlling your partner isn't really something one should do. In my opinion.❞

She lifted the nacho with a smile, ❝Want a bite?❞ she asked, holding it in front of Ludovic. Her blue eyes looked into his hazel eyes deeply, a gentle smile still lingering on her lips. No one could ever deny that Ludovic was handsome. Oh, she understood why Benji felt paranoid at times. Slowly, she leaned in, just enough to place a sweet kiss right on the corner of his lips – making it seem like she missed his cheek by accident. ❝You are not in the wrong here, handsome. His jealousy is his problem, you shouldn't make it your problem.❞ // @inscnityclub

[namorslutfanfiction]

ANOTHER BLURB ASK GAME

Send me a number and a character (Rafa, Alejandro, Namor, and Tenoch) and I will write a little blurb. 500words or less tbh.

Please keep it one prompt and one character per ask. But you can request multiple times.

“Want a massage? I've been told that I’m very good with my hands” *gets a pillow thrown at them*

“YOU ASSHOLE” “HEY what did I do” “WHAT DIDNT YOU DO?? I WAS HALF WAY THROUGH AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PRESENTATION and I took my jacket off and the CEO of the company is asking me if I got hurt because I have a bruise on my neck.”

”would it kill you to be gentle?” “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE”

“I think all the bottles in this bar must be jealous, cause your beauty is the most intoxicating thing in this place.”

"Look, I was just innocently trying to mind my own business and have a drink when an angel walked by and took my breath away. That's you. You're the angel."

I made a promise to protect you. That doesn't change now that I hate you.

What would you have preferred? Drowning or burning? That was all you had left if I hadn't saved you.

You are safe here. I know that you think you have to be the one protecting everyone else. But here, I protect you.

If you turn away, if you walk out of this room, you sign your death sentence. Do not make me kill one who I dreamt of a whole future with.

Did you just moan? He literally just walked in and your first response is to moan?

Why do you still have that? *nervously tries to hide object*

Beg me. Beg me to make you mine.

You have no idea what you do to me? You could have me at your beck and call. Just ask.

I know this isn't what you had planned. But I am happy that it happened.

I would die for you. I would kill for you. Is that not enough?

Look at me. Don't think about any of them. Look at me, my love. Breathe. I am here, I will always be here. No one will hurt you.

Horrific. Honestly, it's just disgusting. I'm not wearing that.

God has favorites and so do I. And guess what you're neither of ours.

I'm really going to need you to stop glowering so loudly. It's giving me a migraine.

You have no sense of self preservation if you have come here to yell at me!

A lot has changed. But one thing that won't is how much I love you.

"Who did this?!" "It's none of your business!" "YOU are my business. Now tell me."

I imagined our reunion being a bit warmer than this.

Did you get a tattoo? Oh God.

Will you hurry up? I haven't got all day to lay here.

If you break my heart I will make your life a living hell. So Don't. :)

Nothing, I was not distracted by your (insert body part here), not at all. You're being weird.

"Is that?" "Yes" "Wait here." "Don't-"

"I know I'm not your first love but let me be your last."

"You can't win against someone who has nothing to lose."

"I'm gonna kiss you, just go with it okay."

"I intend to live forever. So far, so good."

"Obviously you've mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit"

"I'm gonna pack up and go straight to hell now, I guess."

"She knows all my secrets, except one: that I'm in love with her."

"Don't do it, don't lie to me again."

"You aren't cold?" "Why would I be cold?" "Nevermind."

"Fuck you." "if you insist."

"So is this a costume or do you normally look like this?"

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."

"You're more dangerous than you look."

"Scoot over, you're hogging the bed."

"Run, don't look back. Promise me you won't look back."

"I can't believe you just did that. You actually hit me."

"Blood looks good on you."

"What have you done to me? How did you make me care so much about you?"

"I'm angry, I'm livid, I'm absolutely fucking furious with you. But there's no point to it. You'll never change and I'll still love you."

"You deserved better than what you had, so I gave you better."

"Say that again."

"I admire you. You're stronger than I am."

"Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."

"The man who wins your heart will be so lucky."

"My family thinks we are dating."

"Let me go! I swear to god if you don't let me go I'll kill every last one of you!"

"Marry me." "Well that wasn't very romantic." "I didn't think we had the luxury."

"Can I love you?"

"I'm not going to leave you."

"I gave up on you a long time ago."

"I don't want to know."

"But I want to hear you sing."

Person A finds out Person B loves them after eaves dropping on a conversation.

"will i see you again?" "i can't make any promises..."

"i can't take this.." "i want you to have it. think of me."

"I didn't think I would ever feel like this about anyone."

“You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.  Why?”

“You’re right.  I don’t understand.  I may never fully understand what you’re going through.  But please let me help you get through this.”

"This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you.

"You have a pretty smile, you should really do it more often."

"Admit it! You've liked me all along!"

"I thought you died!"

"You've been smiling an awful lot lately."

"Why do you do that? You always do shit like this and confuse me."

"You're in my personal space." "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Don't leave me, I'm scared."

He just screams internally about being touched but tries to act cool on the outside.

“I don’t know, maybe you should hop off my dick for a second. Just a thought.” “That’s not what you said last night.”

“…Why are you staying the night?” “Because it’s late and I’m feeling too tired to drive/walk home. Now scoot the fuck over, someone needs to get their sleep.”

“You’re going to fucking break me one day.” “That’s my goal, sweetheart.”

“do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?”

"Take my hand." "Why?" "Would you just trust me for one?"

“not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”

“your heart’s beating really fast, i can hear it.”

 “you’ve been staring at me for like thirty seconds, what are you thinking about?”

“So I hear you’re into pain?”

“What the fuck?  Do that again.  I liked it.”

“Don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.” 

“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”

“i wish we’d have more time.”

“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?”

“…You’re staring.” “I was not.” “I could feel the intensity of it, even with my eyes closed.” 

"If you think that's going to work on me, you're wrong."

"I hope you know that I did this all for you."

"Regret you? How could I ever regret one of the best decisions of my life?"

"Of course I'm jealous!"

"my hands are freezing, just let me warm them on you for a second."

"Come here, baby. I want to try something."

"Just relax. It's my turn to pamper you."

"You really have this whole gruff exterior going but deep down, you're a softie."

"You're like a cinnamon roll full of poison."

“Do you have to leave? Can’t you stay?”

It's a long list friends, happy requesting.

[sweeethinny]

happiness in the midst of chaos

I was at the gym and I thought about it. I love writing about Harry and Sirius, even if this drabble isn't exactly about them only

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Harry observed with some suspicion the lively and somewhat secret conversation between Sirius and Hestia; his godfather was smiling in a way Harry had never seen before, leaning against the living room window as he smoked patiently, his freshly cut hair and clean shave made him look less old than before, and the anti-dark circles cream Tonks had bought it for Sirius seemed to be working. It was like seeing him really in his 35th year, and Harry wasn't very used to that.

"Oh, you still remember," Hestia chuckled softly and took another sip of the tea Molly had made. It was snowing and the house seemed colder than usual, even the fireplace was lit, and while everyone was talking in the living room, Ron and Hermione were playing chess — Ron was willing to teach her to be as good as him — Harry left looking for his godfather, missing the man who was just talking to him and Remus, until he found him in the other room, where there was the piano and the family tree that he hated so much.

Hestia seemed comfortable there, she didn't seem to care about the addiction that Harry hated that Sirius had started, the window was open so the smoke could escape and neither of them seemed to care about the gust of cold wind that came through.

The woman was an Auror, Harry had met her a few days ago, when there was a meeting at the house to talk about the ministry and something that they didn't let Harry know, as usual, and she seemed really nice. They didn't talk much, but she was pretty, and Sirius said she had gone to Hogwarts with them.

"Your dad and I loved to irritate her and your mum, Remus as always didn't show appreciation for our behavior, but laughed whenever we made one of them get scared or angry. It was fun, but I don't know how Hestia never slapped me on the face. Man, I deserved it a couple of times." His godfather had said when Harry asked where he knew her from, and Sirius seemed lost in that memory, later when he went down to drink water, he saw him writing a letter and drinking firewhiskey in the kitchen while listening to Muggle radio, the same as his uncles are used to listening.

Harry felt a little jealous, even if he didn't want to admit it, Hestia was stealing Sirius from him and honestly Harry had a lot of matters to discuss with Sirius, that year had barely started and things were already bizarre, all the dreams, and the fact that he had Being able to see what would happen to Arthur made him shiver at night, he really wanted Sirius to help him with that, and there was the whole issue with Cho too... but Sirius was busy, very busy.

"How is he?" Harry felt a little bad listening to their conversation, but honestly, he had done worse things than spy on someone.

"He died a few years ago," Hestia said, but her voice remained calm. "It took a while, I honestly don't know how he got past sixty. But his liver stopped working, the healers had warned him that all that drinking would do that to him at some point, but you remember what my father was like and... It was better."

"And your brothers?" Harry watched as Hestia shrugged.

"I never saw them again. They didn't like me very much anymore, right? Then, after dad died, we just stopped talking to each other. I guess oddly enough, it was just him who still kept us close."

"Oh shit, I know I didn't like them but… Sorry, I think I know how it feels..." Sirius looked sadder than she did, and Harry thought he must be thinking about Regulus. Hestia seemed to think that too because now it was her comforting him, her hand on his arm and a gentle smile on her face.

"I'm sorry about Reg, life sucks." Sirius shrugged and then threw the rest of the cigarette away, closed the window, but remained there. Just like Hestia. None of them seemed willing to go back to the room where everyone was.

"Yes, but… It happens. It's impossible not to die in this situation, let's be honest, there are only so many people alive among the Death Eaters because they aren't acting as actively as before." Sirius said, but then changed the subject "Did you inherit the ice cream shop?" 

"Yes, I hired staff and I go there from time to time, but I worked for a few more years until I got a job as an Auror. Moody wasn't boss at the time and things weren't easy." She laughed, and so did Sirius. He had smiled more times in those few minutes than in all the past months.

"I have to go there again, confirm that salted caramel is still my favorite ice cream." Oh no, Sirius moved just a millimeter closer to Hestia, but enough for Harry to take a step back. He didn't want to see this, and he knew exactly what would happen.

He didn't hear Hestia's response, nor why she laughed and then remained silent, ran into the living room again and lied that he was in the room looking for something, his cheeks flushed. 

"Where is Sirius?" Remus asked, sitting by the fire reading the wizarding newspaper, legs stretched out and looking less worried than he normally did.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged, trying to sound normal. "I think he went outside to smoke."

"God, I already told him to stop it, he's going to die before he's fifty if he keeps going like this." Lupin denied, drinking more of his tea. "Delicious Molly." He raised the cup towards the matriarch who smiled in gratitude.

It was more than half an hour before Sirius reappeared, he said that Hestia was gone and he was left thinking about everything that was happening. Harry didn't think Lupin believed him, especially because when everyone was distracted again with their own things, he pointed to the pink lipstick stain on the corner of Sirius' mouth, which Sirius quickly wiped off and pretended nothing happened, going over to Harry to talk about school. 

Harry also pretended that he knew nothing, but secretly he shared the feeling of jealousy at having to share his godfather with the feeling of happiness at seeing him happier and more… alive.