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THEY WANNA F☆CK
Jason Todd x fem!reader x Roy Harper
tags: established relationship (Jason), oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, slapping, threesome, Eiffel Tower, praise + degradation, corruption (if u squint)
a/n: ..trip to Paris anyone? (Based on this bc it’s giggles)
wc: 2.9k | masterlist
“Jason, care to enlighten me as to why the dog is on the couch again?” you’re staring daggers at your boyfriend, fingers curling tightly around your mug of tea.
Man’s best friend? Sure. In this case, the mutt taking up your precious, precious couch is none other than Roy Harper.
Your words make Jason bristle, cutting through the silence in the kitchen, save for the raindrops tapping against the window.
“Baby, stop calling him that.” Jason rubs a hand over his face, keeping his voice down as he hesitantly glances over his shoulder, staring at the couch, “he’s my best friend.”
“C’mon, be nice.” Jason swallows, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I have been nice.”
It’s not that you dislike Roy. He’s been basically stuck to Jason’s side for years now. Friendships are important, you get that, your own friends mean the whole world to you too.
You’re just not sure what it is, maybe it’s the third wheeling, maybe it’s how he’s a bit of a walking disaster - tonight being proof of that. It could be how you’re rarely able to get a moment's peace, or how he doesn’t even hide how he stares at you.
You’d have to be blind as a bat to miss the way Roy eyes you, and you know your boyfriend. You know he picks up on these things.
See, Jason wouldn’t hesitate to put a man in the hospital if they glanced at you the wrong way.
But not Roy. He’s never mad at Roy, not for something like that.
Usually, you’d be able to feel the tension rolling off of Jason in waves. But not when Roy stares. Jason just looks the other way.
You’re not the only one Roy has an eye on.
You can’t place it, you can’t make accusations - that would be really unfair, besides Jason is the love of your life.
Maybe you oughta claw Roy’s eyes out.
“Doll, c’mon.” his eyebrows are knit together, taking a few sheepish steps toward you. His chin comes to rest atop your head, arms sliding under yours to wrap around your torso.
“He’s my best friend, alright? His girlfriend just broke up with him.”
You stare down at the sugar granules left in the bottom of your cup, and then over at the doorway - catching a glimpse of the couch.
You hate how Jason’s always able to wear you down like this.
“You’re so lucky I love you, you know that?”
That has Jason letting out a sigh of relief, his one of his hands sliding down to drum his fingers against your hip.
“I know, I love you too.” He murmurs into your hair, his palm coming down against your ass in a light smack, as if to ease the mood.
Shaking your head, you lean back against the counter, watching as Jason makes his way over to your not-so-welcome visitor, currently lounging around on your couch like he owns the place, their conversation out of earshot.
“So?” Roy lifts his head up, awkwardly drumming his fingers against his knee.
“She said you can stay the night, just don’t piss her off.”
“Ooh, will she hit me if I do?”
“She’ll castrate you, probably.” Jason blinks, unamused.
“Promise?”
Noticing how curt Jason is being, Roy tilts his head. He’s grateful for your leeway - but that isn’t exactly what he’s getting at here.
“..you didn’t ask, did you Jaybird?” he huffs, almost exasperated as he slumps his head back against the cushion.
“Harper, don’t be a dick.” Jason hisses, reaching a hand out to give Roy’s face a shove, his brows knit together.
“What if she rips my balls off?”
Roy smirks, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, what a loss to the world that will be.”
“She’s got you on a leash man, I’m jealous.” He snickers, only to be hit with another shove to the shoulder that makes him wince.
“I’ll have you know I’m very happy on my leash.” Jason’s brows furrow, mumbling under his breath.
“I know. You’re like totallyyy glowing and haven’t been beating the shit out of me recently!” Roy offers a mocking sweet grin, soon wiped off his face when Jason gives his hair a yank, making him crane his head up.
“Oh! You pull these moves on your girlfriend?”
“Fuck you, Harper,” Jason grumbles, giving his hair another yank before reluctantly letting him how.
“Yeah? I’m waiting.”
“You doin’ alright, doll?” Jason murmurs, keeping his voice low as he cracks your bedroom door open a little, features softening when he’s met with the sight of you sat up by your vanity table, gently cleansing your makeup away.
“Yeah, gettin’ ready for bed.”
“This early?” He raises a brow, picking up a random perfume on your table, slightly puzzled by the fact it’s encased in a pink and gold high heel as the bottle.
He knows nothing about perfume, or beauty for that matter. But he knows that you wear that one a lot. And he knows that this one specifically smells like almond cookies and flowers.
“Yeah, meetings tomorrow.” You frown, gently swatting his hand away before he manages to manhandle the rest of your precious perfume collection.
“Stressed?” He raises a brow, resting his large hands upon your shoulders, watching as you wipe the cotton pad across your soft skin.
“Not really, just fed up.”
He nods, leaning down to press a small kiss to your shoulder.
“You wanna come down for a drink?”
“I have to be up early.” you remind him, reaching to toss the cotton pad into the trash.
Okay, maybe it’s not that early, but you have better shit to do than to sit around and drink beer with him and his degenerate of a friend. It’s a Tuesday night, has the world lost its collective mind altogether?
“One drink?” he presses on, gently running his fingers up your arm.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
One drink turned into two, and two turned into three - remarkably fast.
You’re not sure what they’re talking about, you don’t really care. You’re preoccupied with reaching for another beer.
You’re content with being sat up on your boyfriend’s lap as he lazily bounces his knee, one of his warm hands on your hip as the other holds a cold bottle, mindlessly dragging it up and down the inside of your thigh as he and Roy talk.
Okay, maybe Roy isn’t so bad when Jason’s around.
You feel bad for a split second, perhaps a little bit guilty. You’re sitting up all giggly in Jason’s lap when you remember Roy’s only here because his girlfriend broke up with him.
He hasn’t mentioned anything, so it shouldn’t surprise you. He probably doesn’t wanna start dumping out all of his problems on you guys.
“You okay?” Jason arches a brow when he feels you shifting awkwardly in his lap, his grip on your hip tightening by a fraction.
“Yeah, it’s just-“ you clear your throat, trying to ignore the not-so-subtle feeling of his hard-on under you as you glance at Roy.
“He doesn’t mind, baby.”
“Right, Harper?” he glances over at Roy, currently preoccupied with trying to get another beer open.
“Me? Nah, I’m peachy.” Roy clears his throat, staring down into the bottom of his bottle “I’m rooting for you guys.”
That makes you smile, Jason smirks.
“Ah, thank you my dear best friend.” He scoffs, lightly running the bottle up your thigh as he stares at Roy on the other side of the sofa-bed.
“The one guy I know who manages to swing both ways and still miss.”
“Low blow, jaybird.”
Jason shrugs, leaning over Roy to reach for another beer.
“I’ll show you a low blow.”
You glance back at your boyfriend and then at Roy, tilting your head to the side.
“You two okay?”
Roy clears his throat, leaning back against the cushions with a small shrug, glancing down into his beer and then over at you.
“Never better.”
You nod quietly, leaning back against Jason once more, you’re not sure what’s changed in the room in the last couple of seconds - you didn’t hear what Jason said, but it’s obvious.
There’s definitely something going on here.
And Roy Harper is definitely eye-fucking your boyfriend.
“Okay,” you break the tense silence, shifting to move off of Jason’s lap “I’m gonna go get more beer-“
“Nah, we have a couple more bottles here.” he shakes his head, catching the drawstring of your shorts in his fingers so you don’t get up.
Roy stares at Jason, grip on his bottle tightening.
Jason doesn’t say anything for a hot minute, lightly bouncing you in his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
There it is again, that feeling. It’s like they’re hiding something from you.
You’re a little loose-lipped at this point, the alcohol getting to you quicker than usual - maybe it’s cause you’re tired.
“Roy,” you break the silence, lips pulling into a sleepy little grin.
“Uhuh?”
“You tryna fuck my boyfriend or what?” you joke, slumping back against Jason - his grip on your waist tightening immediately.
See, the answer isn’t exactly a no.
Roy doesn’t say a word, avoiding your eyes until Jason leans down slightly, his breath hot against your neck.
“It’s not me he wants.”
Jason Todd you knows you love him more than anything in the world - he’s the luckiest man alive.
Long story short, that’s how you ended up with your boyfriend’s rough hand at the back of your neck while he fucked you from behind - forcing you to keep your head up and your mouth open as his best friend fucked your throat.
“Don’t even think about it,” Jason’s breath is ragged as he catches Roy’s wrist, stopping him from grabbing the ends of your hair - only Jason is allowed to do that.
“You got a pretty hot girlfriend, you know that?” Roy pants nonetheless, pulling back ever so slightly to glance down at your fucked out expression.
Your tits are all but falling out of your shirt, tears at the corners of your eyes. You’re a mess, to put it plainly.
You’re pretty much convinced the only thing even keeping you upright is Jason, one hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip - sure to leave a smack right across your ass if you lean forward over to Roy a little too much.
“Don’t get used to it Harper.”
“Why not?” He pants, a little breathless as he pulls his hips back for a moment to glance down at you before slapping his cock back onto your tongue.
“Your girlie seems to like it.” Roy murmurs, hand slowly finding its way back into your hair - not pulling, just to mess with Jason.
“I’ll fuck you up after this.” Jason’s brows furrow, blunt nails biting into your lower back as he pushes his hips forward, biting back a small grunt.
The action has you letting out a muffled whine, Roy’s cock pushing down your throat as you helplessly claw at the pillows below you.
“Heh, f-fuck,” Roy’s head falls back slightly, trying to keep himself together despite your mouth around him, drooling around his dick.
“She doesn’t even gag.”
It’s true, you don’t.
That’s all thanks to Jason though, a rough hand finding your ass in a sharp smack, your legs barely able to keep your body upright as your knees press into the mattress.
“I know.” He breathes out with another mean thrust, almost proud - causing you to nearly lose your balance altogether.
He really is proud of you though, in every sense of the word, Jason loves you more than anything.
But the fact you’re willing, eager to drop to your knees and take his best friend's dick down your throat? Just to make Jason happy?
That just makes him cocky.
Jason’s hand is quick to grab at your hair, craning your head back to pull you off of Roy’s cock for a moment, a messy string of spit breaking.
“Real pretty too, ain’t she?” His words are strained, punctuated with messy thrusts into your cunt as he tilts your head around in his grip, letting Roy stare down into your teary eyes like he’s showing you off.
“Your throat hurtin’ yet, slut?”
Normally you’d scoff at something like that but you can’t bring yourself to even think, let alone argue - considering you’ve been drooling on Roy’s cock for what feels like hours.
Your chest heaves, barely managing to croak out a soft “no” - you can keep going, you know you can.
“No? Good girl,” Jason feels that little pang of pride again, gently stroking the back of your neck with his thumb before pushing your face back to where it was, his friend's leaking cock lightly smacking against your cheek as Roy fumbles to get it back into your mouth.
Roy bites the insides of his cheeks, legitimately trying not to go cross-eyed when he feels your mouth on him again, tip of his dick slamming against the back of your throat.
“S-she always been like this?”
“Nah,” Jason groans, head tilting back slightly as he pulls out just enough to make you whine before slamming back into your cunt.
“I just fucked her up a little,”
“Really?” Roy swallows, cheeks almost as red as his hair.
“Really.” Jason nods “you think just any girl can pull shit like this?” his head tilts to the side, hand automatically swatting at your thigh when he feels your legs are starting to tremble again.
“It’s all me, right sweetheart?” He hums, glancing down at you lazily to see you trying to nod, even though you’ve got a mouth full of cock, spit dripping down your chin.
“Fuck,” Roy lets out a shallow breath, shaky hands gripping your shoulders so hard his knuckles are almost going white.
“You know,” Jason trails off, gently dragging his hands up your hips before smacking your ass again “You could’ve tried talking me into this earlier.”
“I tried,” Roy manages a small laugh at that, eyes squeezing shut as he feels your tongue dragging along him again - losing his train of thought “f-fuck, her mouth is so fucking hot,”
“I bet,” Jason hums, one hand slipping down between your legs to catch your clit between his fingers, gritting his teeth when you whimper around Roy’s cock, your pussy throbbing around Jason.
He’s been there, he’s done that. Of course he has.
Roy feels a little jealous. Not like he has any right to, whatsoever.
You’re not his, Jason is making that abundantly clear with each mark across your skin, each mumbled praise, each glance down at you to make sure you’re still okay.
It has his hand finding your neck, whole body flushed as he fucks your throat that little bit harder, your eyes rolling back dumbly - not a thought in that brain.
Jason has the nerve to smirk, watching Roy with a raised brow as he runs his fingers over your clit in time with his thrusts.
“You tryna outfuck my slut, speedy?”
That makes him bristle, Roy knows damn well he’s not even fucking you, not really.
“S-shuddup,” He doesn’t have enough focus left to answer properly, hips stuttering as his hand slides up and down your throat - almost like he’s trying to feel himself in there.
“You so are,” Jason mumbles, slowing his pace a tiny bit to focus on how you flutter around him, how good you take his cock.
“Wishin’ it was you?”
“No.” Roy manages to croak, trying to keep his grip on your neck tight and not focus on how your back arches against Jason, or the fucked out little slurs of your precious boyfriend's name around his dick.
It’s a little fucked up in all honesty, the two of them yapping all about you like you aren’t even there.
“You wanna fuck my girlfriend, Harper? Slam your cock into this tight fuckin’ cunt?” Jason pants, hand leaving your pussy to your dismay, reaching over you to yank Roy’s face closer.
“Yeah,” Roy sniffles under his breath, trying not to blow his load in your mouth right then and there with Jason’s hand on his jaw.
“Didn’t hear you,” Jason shrugs, lazily staring at him with a slow roll of his hips against your ass.
“Yes,” Roy all but whines, his own legs starting to shake as Jason’s mouth just barely brushes against his, as yours takes his cock deeper than he thought was even fucking possible.
Jason sighs, blunt nails pressing into his nape - tongue dragging against Roy’s bottom lip
“Not fucking happening.”
“You okay, sweetheart?”
You’re sitting sideways in Jason’s lap now, his shirt draped over the frame as he cleans you up with a warm cloth, not so subtly inspecting the marks he left on you minutes prior.
“Yeah,” you nod, throat a little sore for obvious reasons as you rest your head on his shoulder - a kiss to your temple soon following.
“Roy?” You manage to lift your head a little bit to glance over at your dear houseguest, still breathlessly staring at the ceiling - half slumped against Jason’s other side.
He’s almost convinced you broke his dick or something. He’s never cum so embarrassingly hard.
He’s staring down into his lap, presumably contemplating his whole existence until your voice snaps him out of it.
“..mhm?”
You hesitate, shifting slightly against Jason.
“I’m sorry if I was hard on you when I came home, sorry to hear about the whole breakup with your girlfriend.”
The whole reason Jason begged you to let him stay tonight.
Roy blinks, slowly - tilting his head to stare at you and then at Jason, puzzled like you’re speaking in some undiscovered language.
“..what girlfriend?”

a/n: I’m back I promise 🫡🫡
thank u sm for reading ily!!
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Hi, i’ve been thinking a lot about the reader giving loser!Ellie a lap dance, maybe at a party the reader dragged Ellie to, or just at Ellie’s room 😵💫😵💫😵💫
CW: spanking, Ellie being blindfolded and tied up, reader is pretty feminine (wears lingerie, has long hair, wears heels) bubis ♡ lots of them
TAGLIST: @twopeopleequalsfour-blog @greysontheidiot @sapphic-ovaries @bilsvlt @tlouloser @marsworlddd @1-800-fantasy @thesevi0lentdelights @lvlymicha @stickycherritart @abbys-muscles @usuck @thalchmy @lovelyy-moonlight
AN: Everyone say thank u to @grotesquevi for being the best moot and writer on this app ♡♡♡ this fic would've taken SO long to be released if it hadn't been for her proofreading this (cs I'm too lazy myself) thanks so much!
> also it's been SO long since I wrote Ellie so....
You step into the room, only lingerie adorning your silky smooth skin. Ellie chose it herself, buying the prettiest pair of them all.
Hair loosened and smoothened with the most delicious smell, it matches every inch of your body like it was naturally bathed with flowers and sweets. Like a dessert no one could ever deny.
The heels weren't too tall, just the fair amount for Ellie’s face to reach the height of your stomach.
Your steps were slow, so slow. The sight in front of a flushed brunette fully bare and ready to be devoured.
She was too quiet, too tender. Wet pussy already throbbing at the mere sound of your heels in the ground. Tied up hands clasping the edges of the couch like she was holding something in, tongue damping the fat of her lips at the mere idea of you. Her mouth was dry, too anxious.
Hips moving discretely against the fabric of the couch, trying to ease the burning between her haired legs. The thin happy trail adorning her tensed stomach.
Freckles hide beneath the flush as some hairs already started to stick on her skin at the growing beadts of sweat running through her face.
You couldn't tell if she was nervous,excited or maybe both.
Her nipples perked, areolas so perfectly put at your mercy, you wanted to lick and bite.
But your job was nothing more than tease. So that’s what you did.
Slow, at first. Just your hands holding her own, caressing the back of each, touching her knuckles, then the palms. "You look so pretty..." your tone is as smooth as your skin, gentle.
"You know you're pretty, right?" you leaned forward, brushing some hairs off her face as your nail glided against the edge of it, too soft. Ellie nodded, gulping too loud for her to blush even more as you let out a quiet giggle.
"Good..." You taunt her back, taking a look at her again. Your hands held her thighs, then knees, pressing her legs together. "Keep them closed, will you?" Ellie nodded eagerly. Then you turned around, sitting on her lap as you slowly grind against her.
"Can I touch?" Ellie whined. "Please." Her tone’s almost a groan, a whimper, a need.
"I don't know." You reply back in a murmur. "Can you?" with your hands you guide her own around your hips, allowing her to touch you just there and nowhere else.
Not for a good minute or two, you just grind against her and moan on purpose when she would hold you too tight. Ellie’s only reply being a silent groan, or a half a whine.
Then you let go, making her hesitate when you drag her hand lower, allowing her to touch.
Ellie held herself breathing heavily before cupping the round of your ass. The lingerie is a barrier that suddenly feels too thick.
She knew it wasn't right to ask for more, that she had to enjoy what’s given.
You lean a little bit forward, holding your weight on your feet rather than her lap, and there you start to move, a small dance, a bit of twerking for her to grab and feel, but not see.
She whined for once, a proper cry.
So you stood up, now sitting on the opposite side, facing her before you added — "You're such a good girl baby... so, so good." Your nails scrape the edge of her lips before undoing the knot of the little fabric covering her eyes. And god,– puppy-eyes, too shiny, too innocent and desperate:Ellie was the prettiest girl you've ever seen.
"Oh baby... look at you." Your tone is genuine yet you’re making fun of her, leaning in to kiss her cheeks all the way to the tip of her nose. "You want me, don't you?" Fake pity bathes your tone.
You started to grind against her again, this time dry humping her lap.
She tilted her head back, holding a groan in as her hands clasp your ass again, guiding you closer to her.
You laughed, holding on her shoulders for support, moaning and whining just to make her more desperate, soaked.
She could cum just by this, and you knew better than to let her enjoy that.
So you stand on your heels and get on the floor spreading Ellie’s legs once again, smiling at the sight of the wet seat and her pussy glistening too red to hold in. Yet you did.
You start to grind against the floor, holding on to her knees for support. Your hair moving from side to side as youdanced, spreading your legs for her, caressing every inch of your body. Moans and whimpers too loud and pretty.
A full show for her to enjoy.
And Ellie is a mess, holding on what she could and moving her leg anxiously, tapping her foot up and down over and over again to ease the ache that pools on her lower stomach.
"Please... Babe, please." She whines and you laugh, stopping completely to look at her.
You stand between her legs as she leans her face forward, leaving an invisible path of kisses from your stomach up to your breasts, not quite against your skin but over the fabric of the lingerie.
You held her scalp, running your fingers down her pretty hair and her pretty face. Amused at the sight of her puppy eyes looking up to you. If she had a tail she would wag it too much.
"Please." She murmured against your skin, holding your hips too tight again, digging her nails in the flesh.
You undid the clasp of your bra, allowing it to only pool around your breasts. Ellie took it with her teeth, lowering it just enough for her lips to be able to latch around your nipples, moaning like she was starved.
You moaned too, pressing her closer, holding her chin and scalp in place. She kissed and licked, too afraid to bite or hurt you.
"Good girl...." You murmured "Fuck-" You let the bra fall off your body, knees on the ground once again. Your hands cup her small tits, your grip too harsh thumbs caressing each nipple- slow.
"Is that good Babe?" your tone’s mocking but Ellie could only nod, humping her hips closer to you. "Is that what you want?" You leave a small path of wet kisses between her tits and down to her stomach, taking your time to leave a good amount of hickeys on the flesh of her stomach, moving on between her thighs.
And once you had her in front of you- that's when you couldn't wait.
You leaned in, sucking and kissing her with a cruel gentleness.
Ellie was yours for the night.
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𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀˚◞♡ ⃗ sae itoshi
MOVIE DESCRIPTION┊ the day sae proves to you that someone disrespecting you, translates to someone disrespecting him in the same fashion.
CONTENT ┊ 0.9k words. approximately one rude comment towards reader. i feel like u guys would refer to this as protective!sae, but i won’t js bc in my eyes this is like the bare minimum. featuring timid!reader (also known as deer!reader…you can find out what her personality consists of here).
AUTHORS NOTE ┊thank you for requesting mei, hopefully this is similar to what you were looking for lovely!
sae doesn’t look angry. well, to be fair—he never really looks angry.
his face is set in the same calm, unreadable nature. the signature expression that’s always kept people at a distance. even so, you can tell he’s annoyed. it’s the subtle things that give it away. for instance? his jaw is clenched, fists rigid at his sides. yet it’s his eyes that really give it away. they’re locked onto the man who made you flinch.
you’re standing beside him, clutching your sleeves with fists of your own. however, it’s for a completely different purpose. you’re hiding behind the fabric as if it’s a makeshift armor.
your eyes are wide as you whisper to sae, “it’s okay.” even though the words the stranger spoke seconds ago still made your stomach twist.
he takes a step forward toward the man.
“sae—” you call out, fingers curling tighter around the sleeves of your shirt. “don’t, it’s not worth it. i’m fine, seriously—”
he doesn’t pay any attention to your pleas. he doesn’t listen. he doesn’t need to listen, because the anger inside of him has been simmering since the moment that man opened his mouth. since he looked at you like you were something less than human—as if you were a thing to him. a thing that didn’t get to object.
“you think that’s okay?” sae’s voice is dangerously low. he doesn’t raise it, doesn’t need to in order to get his point across. “shoving her when there was all of this space on the sidewalk,” he gestures to the space around you. “and then talking to her like that?”
the man is clearly older than you. he’s just about the same height as sae, subtly swaying side to side.
was he drunk?
the man smirks, “hey, it was just a compliment. she’s cute, right? little thing like her? figured she’d like the attention.”
sae doesn’t move. and somehow, the stillness makes everything more intense.
“i’ll only say this once,” he declares. “you don’t talk to her. you don’t look at her. you don’t speak to any woman—especially her, like she’s beneath you.”
the man shoves his hands into his pockets, mindlessly chewing on his bottom lip.
���because that’s a cowardly move.”
the man scoffs, turns like he’s about to laugh it off. but then he looks into sae’s eyes and the twitch of his lips immediately falters. a string of curses flows underneath his breath as he walks off.
as soon as he leaves, you tell sae, “i’m sorry. didn’t mean for it to—”
he swiftly turns to you, “why are you apologizing?”
you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. because somehow, he can see it. that worry rimmed in your wide, soft eyes. all as if you’re expecting to be scolded.
“i didn’t want to cause a scene. it wasn’t even that bad, i just get nervous. people say stuff all the time—“ your words crumble under your own breath. “and well—okay, what im trying to say is, i don’t want to make things harder for you.”
he nods and reaches out for your hands, gently tugging them free from your sleeves. he cups them in his own, gently massaging your skin.
“someone disrespecting you,” he gives you a look over, “means they’re disrespecting me.”
you frown, “but i don’t want you to get in trouble just because of me—”
“it’s not ‘because of you’,” he interrupts. “it’s because i care.”
its those two words that echo in your head, “i care.” was he really talking about you?
you, who cries hidden away from others so no one will feel burdened? like they have to baby you? you, who forgives too quickly and forgets your own bruises just to keep the peace? you, who was never taught that being soft doesn’t mean being walked over?
“you don’t have to apologize for existing,” he reassures. “for being upset or for just being you.”
maybe it’s the calmness of his tone, or the fact that his fingers haven’t stopped absentmindedly massaging yours. either way—all of a sudden, you feel it. the lump forming in your throat begins to push further and further down.
“i just…don’t like making things worse,” your voice trembles. “i didn’t know how to say anything without sounding dramatic or i don’t know—like i was overreacting.”
“you weren’t,” he affirms. “he was out of line.”
you blink once, twice, then three times. before you know it, your lashes feel damp. you wipe your eyes, “you’re not mad at me?”
its now that his jaw finally softens, “no,” he says. “i’m mad for you.”
and though it’s just four words? that undoes you.
no one’s ever said that before. no one’s ever told you that it’s okay to take up space. that you don’t have to shrink just to keep the peace. that someone defending you isn’t a burden, it’s what unapologetic love looks like.
sae slowly eases you into his arms, “you don’t have to be small for me,” he whispers against your hair. “you never did.”
you slowly exhale, releasing yourself into his embrace. you press your cheek against his chest, heartbeat beating under your ears.
and for the first time in a long time, even though you feel like you should—you don’t say sorry. sorry for making him feel as if you hold yourself back from him. sorry for not being stronger. sorry for simply being sorry.
sorry for not seeing sooner, that in sae’s eyes? your softness is not a flaw. to him, it’s something worth protecting.
#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ#the name of this has meaning i swearrr just search it up !#sae itoshi#sae itoshi x reader#itoshi sae#itoshi sae x reader#sae itoshi x you#bllk itoshi sae#bllk sae itoshi#blue lock#blue lock sae itoshi#blue lock sae#blue lock fluff#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader
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number neighbors!
summary: you decided to try out the number neighbor trend going around. (fluff & crack-ish) (proofread and lowercase intended) (little bit of an smau)
pairing: alex albon (23) x fem!reader
content warning: reader is american but her race isn’t defined, cursing
parts: part 1 part 2
note: probably needed a hug, goes to the other side of the coin and writes fanfics on tumblr. this one is a little long so enjoy 😊
note 2: wrote the the intro while watching silverstone at 4am and i’m posting this on the 14th… let that sink in



you and your friend find yourselves on your couch once again, talking about the same topic… once again.
“sooo…” your friend pauses the show, turning to you. “his name is alex.” you say, picking up the remote to unpause the tv. your friend is quick to snatch the remote from your hands. “nuh huh. we are talking about alex right now.” she says, emphasizing his name.
you groan, “i mean, what’s there to say? we talked, exchanged insta’s-“ your friend cuts you off, “you have his account?!?! show me him!!” you roll your eyes “he hasn’t accepted my request yet..” your friend ou’s, “so he’s a private man? did you find out if he lives here?” you shrug slightly, “i dunno, i forgot to ask.” your friend groans dramatically, “let me see your guys text?” she says, extending her arm and holding her palm out, waiting for you to place your phone in her hand.
“you’re so annoying,” you say as you reach for your phone on the coffee table, unlocking it and going to imessages before giving her the phone. she says a small sarcastic ‘thank you’ as she begins scrolling up to the beginning of the texts. “imagine he’s like this rich cool guy” your friend says, emerged in your phone.
“err wrong.” you say, snatching your phone back from her hands. your friend huffs, “you suck at flirting by the way, and he left you on read??” you hit your friend in her arm. “literally shut up and unpause the show” your friend kissed her teeth, mumbling an ‘mkay’ as she reachers for the remote, unpausing the tv.
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your phone buzzes on your desk, taking your attention away from whatever you were doing.
@/alex23_a accepted your follow request.
@/alex23_a started following you.
@/alex23_a sent you a message.
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instagram
5:24 pm - july 2nd
alex : hey
alex : sorry for late reply’s i’ve been busy with work and what not
you : that’s okay! i was just worried you ghosted me lol
alex : who hurt you?
you : shhh 😭😭
alex : sorry if this is weird but i just went through your highlight and you’re beautiful
seen
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your friend picks up the phone on 4th ring, “hello? i saw you texted me SOS. is everything okay?”
you take a deep breath before responding, “okaysohefollowedmebackoninstagramandadmittedtogoingthroughmyhighlightsandthenproceededtocallmebeautiful.”
silence
“yeah i’m gonna need you to repeat that but a bit slower, mkay babes?”
you sigh, sitting down as your legs are now tired from pacing around. “he followed me back… admitted to going through my highlight… and then called me beautiful”
“what’d you say back?!”
silence
“no..” you friend says slowly, realizing that you didn’t say anything back… cause you left him on seen
“oh my god- it’s over, i fumbled.” you say, sinking into the pillows on your bed
“go respond! now!!!” your friend says before hanging up on you, not waiting for a response.
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5:30 pm
you : hi sorry for leaving u on seen i was freaking out
you : but thx sm
alex : 😂😂
alex : are you always easily flustered?
you : only when they’re good looking
alex : me?
you : maybe
alex : 👀
alex : so how was your day?
you : pretty boring tbh
you : i’m assuming yours was busy?
alex : yep, was traveling for work
you : ohh what do u do?
alex : woah take me out to dinner first…
you : it’s only funny when i do it 😒
you : will u at least tell me where you traveled to
alex : i’m actaully back in the uk
you : omg we should meet up
alex is typing…
you : if that’s okay with u ofc
seen
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“mate, are you okay?” carlos asks an alex that’s pacing back and forth. alex sighs loudly, taking a seat next to the concerned spaniard.
“there’s this girl…”
carlos laughs
“oh cmon, it’s not funny” alex protests
“whats her name?” carlos asks, putting all his attention alex
“um…” alex starts, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact
“bro…”
alex winces, “i know, okay? just- let me show you our texts.” alex says, grabbing his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to carlos.
“you flirt like shit.” carlos states, handing alex his phone back.
“no here- look at our chats on ig.” alex says, handing the phone back into carlos’ hand.
“wh- you left her on seen?!”
alex rubs his hands over his face, “i know!! i’m not sure what to say. i mean- what if she doesn’t like me when she sees who i am?”
“she just liked one of your post.”
“huh?!” alex says, quickly snatching his phone back from carlos.
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@/youruser liked your post.
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logainsar2 caption was my idea, where’s my credit
alex23_a logainsar2 just let me have my moment
carlo55ainz alex23_a horrible caption, no matter who came up with it
alex23_a carlo55ainz smooth ‘brain’ operator
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“oh my god, i’m cooked.” alex says, tossing his phone into carlos’ lap and shoving his face into his hands again.
carlos puts the phone into alexs’ lap saying a quick, “you’re welcome” while getting up, patting his shoulder whilst doing so.
alex eyebrows furrow in confusion, not knowing what carlos did.
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5:42 pm
alex : yeah i’d love to
alex : sorry for leaving u on seen, i was freaking out
you are typing…
you : so who’s the flustered one now?
alex : 😒😒
you : where do you want to meet up? and when
alex : silverstone gp? maybe this new cat cafe? it’s called cats and dreams.
you : yeah that sounds nice
alex : and maybe tmrw?
alex : sorry if it’s too soon but i’ll be busy after that
alex : does that work for u?
you : yes! that actually works perfect
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“it does NOT work perfect” you tell you friend on the phone, pacing back and forth once again. “well then why’d you agree?” you groan at your friends response.
“oh my goddd, im so cooked.” your friend sighs heavily, “you’ll be fine, okay? you can improve over night if you need to, which you don’t… and plus you guys haven’t even established a time!”
you breath in and out, “okay, you’re right…”
silence
your friend sighs, “do you want me to come over to help pick an outfit?”
you let out a breath of relief
“oh my god, yes please, i thought you’d never ask”
“okay i have to go now, i’m actually employed” you roll your eyes, “i-“
“getting paid to review songs on spotify is not a job, do not start. i’ll call u later?”
“i’ll pick up” you say as you remove the phone from your ear, hanging up the call.
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“carlos!” alex shouts as carlos finally pick up the phone
“aye cabron, don’t yell at me”
“this is your fault! she said she wants to meet, TOMORROW.”
“how is this my fault again?” carlos asks, rubbing his temple with his free hand
“you texted her, as me! i- i don’t even talk like that!” alex says, pacing back and forth
“she wants to meet? tomorrow?”
“at- wait hold on.. hold on i’ll call you back in like 5 minutes!” alex says, hanging up the phone to going to your chats.
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5:53 pm
you : so what time works best for u?
alex : i was gonna ask the same thing 😭
you hearted a message!
alex : umm maybe 7:30pm?
you : that’s perfect!
you : are you sure you’re okay with this? you can say no if you want cuz ik it might be early
alex : yes
you : ??
alex : yes, i want to meet you
alex : sorry that sounds weird
you : LMFAOO
alex : don’t laugh 😭
you : bless ur heart
alex hearted your message!
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“call me one more time and i’ll block you”
“what? i- anyways, she said 7:30.. no i said 7:30 and she agreed” alex says, completely ignoring what carlos said
“congrats hermano, do you want a tie? maybe some dress pants?” carlos teases through the phone
“okay so one, you’re suppose to support me, and two, we’re going to this small cafe so i wouldn’t even need a tie… or dress pants.” alex states matter of factly.
silence
“god i’m so nervous, i- what if she sees me, and just.. i dunno, not like me? i know it’s stu-”
carlos cuts alex off, “it’s not stupid— and she’d be a fool not to like you”
alex sighs, raking his fingers through his hair, “do you really think that?”
“mate, you’re like the hot girl of f1”
alex laughs softly at carlos horrible attempt to reassure his nerves, “thanks, carlos. i’ll talk to you tomorrow?”
“anytime my friend.” carlos says, hanging up the call
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“7:30” is all you say once your friend picks up the phone.
“pm i suppose?”
you hum a yes in response
silence
“how are you feeling?” your friend asks, breaking the short silence
“i have no idea what to wear.. i mean, god, what if he sees me and just… doesn’t like me?” you say softly, afraid that if you say it too loud it’ll be true.
“quit that, he’d be a dumbass not to like you— and if he is a dumbass, i have a back up man.”
you laugh, “shut the fuck up, no you don’t”
silence
you laugh louder, “holy shit you do!”
“listen, i’ll come over to your place around 3:30, okay?” your friend suggests
you hum a yes. “thanks for.. everything, really.”
“please, this is the bare minimum-“
you cut your friend off, “maybe, but it means a lot…seriously, thank you.”
your friend sighs, “you’re welcome. remember, 3:30.”
“yeah, yeah. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you say, hanging up the call
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part 3 coming soon 🤫
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I've been thinking about this for awhile but what would happen if y/n as rapture was fighting with the batfamily and in the battle one of the guys they were fighting ends up accidentally (or purposely, whatever u want hehe) ripping y/n's suit or melting it with acid causing it to expose her entire body in the middle of their fight?
Would this cause the batboys to get even more pissed and feel even more overprotective cause some thugs and a bitch in some goofy ass outfit saw their beloveds bare body before they even had the opportunity to see her themselves??
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(Imagine Alfred's face when the family comes back to the Batcave and finds out some worthless bitches caused his baby girl to fight while basically naked and causing her to get more bruises and cuts than usual cuz of her being forced to fight naked and cold😾)
NONNIEEEEE, I’VE HAD THIS IDEA FOR A WHILE BEFORE I EVEN STARTED THE SERIES OMGGGG,
At first, I always thought Starling’s clothes would get ripped to shreds during a daytime fight where several members of the JL would also be (maybe the JL were calling in anyone who could help or she happened to be in Metropolis and she would’ve looked like an ass if she just left Kara and the others to fight crime while she was enjoying a smoothie in her street clothes lol), but having it a more intimate event with just the Batfam present would be better since this is an ask!
Your MIND
ALL OF YOU ARE IN MY HEAD THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY SCARY
You preferred to work alone and it wasn’t because you were taking a page out of Captain Underpants’s playbook. Deep inside, you already knew before you donned your suit that having partners or being part of a team would be too stressful for you.
If someone else was hurt because you didn’t have their backs it’d definitely gut you, and your way of doing things was so unorthodox that it was best to not be in a position where you had to explain yourself. And look at Batman, for instance. Something about partners and sidekicks always disgusted you.
You kept a solemn pledge that if something went terribly wrong, you’d be the one to take the brunt and that gave you peace during particularly hard missions.
Well…
Another benefit of notoriously flying solo was supposedly not being bothered by certain idiots.
It was supposed to be.
You had been tailing this small group—fledging grunts who wanted to make names for themselves—for a couple of weeks. They were small time but were already gaining local media coverage and they were definitely specialized enough with some skilled fighters and sadistic methods that would probably see them with VIP seating at the Iceberg Lounge in a year if you didn’t get them now.
They made a big splash and you couldn’t let them go.
Artistically elaborate knife assaults where victims were left unrecognizable, and actual acid being splashed into innocent people’s faces garnered immediate attention. Some worried it was a rising hate group, but you weren’t worried. They’d all be dead before ‘Good Morning Gotham’ tomorrow.
You had all of them on the ropes, screaming at each other and dazed as you used one of your techniques “Fade” where you nearly teleported from one place to the next as you faded out of sight.
You held serrated blades in both hands and waved them about as you appeared behind a gurgling rogue—delirious from some blunt force trauma you inflicted earlier, but somehow still standing—and reached around him to slit his throat. Blood gushed from his neck like a fire hydrant and splashed onto his former allies as they all screamed.
You didn’t let yourself feel bad about playing with your food. You remember all of the victims' photos and grinned knowing you’d make these crooks look much worse.
And then, the cavalry arrived.
Damian kicked down the boiler room’s door, the 3 inch thick metal slab popping off its hinges. His eyes found you immediately behind his domino mask. “She’s here!”
‘Son of a—’
Nightwing basically flew into the room and landed behind a rogue to your right. He delivered a clean hit that made their head slam to one side and he smiled at you like it was a pleasant coincidence you both shopped at the same grocery store.
“Evening, Rapture. I hope you don’t mind a little company.”
“So, here’s the thing—” An unfamiliar rogue who you were sure wasn't part of the team you were fighting, was kicked through the open door and Red Robin walked in after and stood atop the metal slab.
“We happened to chase some henchmen down to this exact location just when you were busy with your own guys. Might as well team up.”
You made a face under your colombina mask and frowned. He doesn’t even try with his lies anymore.
A man cried out as he crashed through the skylight above and fell down on the concrete floor below. He wouldn’t be getting up any time soon. You all looked up to see Batman looking down from the skylight with a displeased frown, “Robin, Red Robin, get to work.” You could feel a pointed glare aimed at Dick, “Nightwing, if you’re going to chitchat, you can do it back at Bludhaven.”
Dick’s mouth formed a flat, restrained line and you could feel electricity between the former teacher and pupil.
A gunshot sounded behind you and you all turned to see Red Hood who had just shot a crook in the face. “Good, now that I have your attention,” he lowered his gun away from the crook he hadn’t even bothered to look at to shoot in the face, his body facing you the entire time. “It wasn’t very nice of you to intercept Rapture’s message to me, but I’ll forgive you on account of you all being blueballed every other day. See, I’m being the bigger person here, Rapture.” He turned to you expectantly like he wanted a cookie. Or more like, your cookie.
While you were distracted, a bad guy who’d had enough of being toyed with, ripped out a hidden pouch of acid akin to a water balloon.
He whipped around towards Damian who was wide open and hurled it at the unsuspecting Robin, “Eat this, you little shit!”
It almost grazed him before you used the Fade walk and slipped from your spot beside Dick to Damian’s side where you shoved him out of the way.
The pouch burst and splattered lesser corrosive acid all over your suit, causing it and your accessories to come apart like wet paper. “Shh!” you hissed as the acid burned through your clothes and sizzled on your skin. You could feel the thinnest topmost layer burning under the liquid, and would definitely need medical attention soon.
Damian was stunned by the sudden push and had to catch himself against a boiler. His mouth dropped when he saw you. Like, really saw you. Your pants legs dissolved higher and higher until—he couldn’t look away.
Your top’s sleeves and straps disintegrated before their eyes, and that included your bra as you hurriedly raised your arms to catch your chest.
You clenched your thighs together as you felt the cloth between your legs dissolve too.
The boiler room suddenly felt a lot colder.
“Everything was just fine until you showed up!” Fuck it! They all knew what a woman looked like anyways and it’s not like someone you respected (Alfred, Superman, a small few really) was here so you’d just power through. But damn, you had to have at least one arm covering your chest because it hurt moving around without the support.
You swung out and backhanded the nearest criminal to you and slashed his chest before he could drop. You grabbed him by the collar, refusing to let him know peace. “I’ll show you a bit of god, before I send you straight to hell.” You grinned. He stared hard at your chest but couldn’t remark while he choked on his own blood.
The Rapture herself being rendered naked and perceived as weak somehow incentivized every criminal in the place. You weren’t a nightmare brought to life anymore. You were a woman. Scum like them saw you as prey and suddenly they thought they could hurt you.
You fought hard, not caring who saw and how much of you they did. Unfortunately, fighting with one hand left you open to hits you would’ve avoided any other time, and you were unable to dodge. Your skin was hot and you could hear the top layer sizzling. You couldn’t counter like usual with all 5 senses overwhelmed.
The slightest graze from another’s clothes felt like your skin was being ripped off, and every punch felt personal. Everything hurt so much but you could never let a bad guy see you sweat.
If the crooks were fighting like they were reenergized, everyone else fought like it was a suicide mission. Batman and everyone joined the fray with a solid understanding that anyone who saw you naked couldn’t be left alive.
Dick was furious! You’d never shown all of yourself to him (willingly) before and it had to be because of some asshole with an edgy water balloon! You fought like he wasn’t there, but you were taking more hits than ever. You fought hard though impaired to his keen eye and he joined the fray. He jumped in front of you and took the crook down in a second. Looking over his shoulder to you, he smiled his charming smile, “I’ve got you, Y/n.”
He’s got you. He’s got your back now. He’ll always have it in the future. And once this is all done, he plans to tend to your wounds personally.
Jason fought like he was born for it. He threw crooks around like ragdolls and ripped bones from sockets with a grip alone. He riddled skulls with bullets and was the personification of the god of war.
He was frenzied. He was supposed to be the only one. He was the only one you trusted enough to see all of you, IT WAS HIS PRIVILEGE, but some bastard’s accident ruined it all. The special moments you shared weren’t just for him anymore, and he needed to kill every last one of them and if Dick or Tim happened to step in front of one of his bullets, friendly fire happened sometimes. “I knew this bitch—!” Jason grabbed hold of the crook’s lower jaw with one hand and the upper with the other and pulled apart, ripping his jaw off before he could even finish the slur. The man will suffer.
Jason makes his way to you and gently places his leather jacket around your shoulders. It all goes quiet when you’re near each other and he’s careful about aggravating your burns. “I’m here now, Y/n. God, I’m so sorry I was late.” He’d never let this happen again.
Damian fought like a man possessed. He almost let you continue fighting while he was dazed by the sight of you. He was mesmerized by your curves and the flex of your muscles under supple skin and the way you ignored convention to do what needed to be done. However, you were his beloved and you would never need to fight so hard when he was here for you.
He swooped in and quickly dispatched the crooks around you before they could touch a hair on your head. Not even a drop of blood reached you. He turned around to face you and pulled you into his arms. “I’m getting you out of here.”
Tim stood on the sidelines recording it all. He tapped the side of his domino mask and began recording your fighting in 4k for his private records, and he was so focused on you and getting every possible angle of certain places as he could, that he didn’t even notice the crooks fighting around you. “Oh, no…” He calls out with none of the urgency, “Behind you.” You turn around in time and give a high kick to someone’s throat and disabled them immediately. Your leg raised so high gave Tim all he needed as he zoomed in the lenses.
“Perfect.”
He knew you’d be safe and sound. It’s not like he was only thinking with his little head; he knew the others would protect you and now he’d have more material for his special Y/n files. He was so glad he intercepted your message and location from Jason.
Bruce ignored the code. He fought like justice was at the end of his fists, and a batarang ripping them to shreds was the source to salvation. These strangers, these scum, these wastes of oxygen, dared to see his little girl. None of them wanted to live anymore! He stalked the one who initially threw the acid bomb and grabbed them by the throat.
The color left the crook’s face when their eyes recognized the vigilante before them. He wasn’t getting the Dark Knight who fought crime and let the bad guys get taken away to Arkham or prison afterwards. The crook knew that he wouldn’t be going anywhere from now on.
Damian and Jason had been fighting too hard over who got to carry you and you decided to walk on your own two feet even if that was slower. At least you weren’t getting your wounds tugged at.
“Hi, Mr. Pennyworth.” You tried to smile sweetly but a sharp sting made you wince. Alfred noticed your nakedness under Jason's leather jacket and the burns and abrasions on your skin and dropped the dishtowel he had been holding.
“Are you,” Alfred took a moment to breathe, “Are you all serious?” Alfred had just finished treating you and stood with the five men scattered around the Batcave who didn’t want to meet his gaze.
“It was my fault.” Damian offered valiantly, but was immediately shot down.
“It’s all of your faults! None of you should’ve been there! I saw you steer your own criminals towards her location and mixed them with her own.”
He turned to Tim, “‘Happened to chase some henchmen,’ my entire arse, Master Drake. I saw the cameras and heard everything.”
He dragged all of them! Absolutely raved at them for hours about compromising your dignity, causing you unnecessary bodily and mental harm, and on and on. Once you got Alfred going he really was on the warpath and Bruce wished he hadn’t come back tonight.
You get to enjoy the next few days in peace while you heal and none of the fatal five bother you because they’re too afraid of Alfred.
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SNEAKIN ROUND
Onyankapon x Black reader
Synopsis:you and ony are on a trip with your family at your granny house down south staying at the big family home, but that doesn’t stop the way he yearns for you.
A/N: HI GUYSSSSSS, I’ve been hella inactive buttttt I’m trying to start writing again. Hope yall love it!🤍
“Ony what if we get caught-“ you whisper yell your concerns while onus rubbing on your from behind while y’all are on your grandmas front porch. “We won’t baby trust me, we gon’ be quick mama”
You sit in silence thinking, while he rubs on your back waiting for an answer. “What you say? If you don’t want to we can go back innere’ wid all ‘em kids” he says chuckling.
When you slowly nod your head his face scrunches “words baby.” He grabs your face forcing you to look at him “we can be quick” you say and he’s quick to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
As soon as you both start kissing each other it goes up from there, quickly turning into a make out session and you both are now more eager than before.
Hands roaming eachothers bodies with need ns lust, onys quick to dip his hands under the dress you had on “thought you said we was gon’ get caught? Shouldn’t be soaked down ere.” He grumbles chuckling afterwards.
You fight to bite back the moans after he pushes 2 fingers in, stroking that spot the makes your toes curl and clench around his fingers. “You gotta cum?” You nod eagerly biting down so hard on your lip you feel as if you might draw blood
“Do it then.” And that’s all it took to leave you spasming around his fingers, legs shaking and he pulls his fingers out. You whine at the feeling of emptiness looking towards the ceiling and you hear him and his zipper.
If it weren’t for this random table out here you’d have to find another position but missionary was already his favorite so he didn’t care. He’s steadily tapping his tip on your clit “stop teasin’ me” you mumble.
He chuckles and starts to slide it in, your hand quickly shoots up to grab his wrist and you let out a moan a little too loud for his liking he shushes you with haste.
“Gotta be quiet mama, know you don’t when we home.” He says smirking down at u while sliding the rest in, leaving you with that stuffed feeling. It’s been 7 days since you’ve been on this family trip and it’s the first time yall had time to fuck.
The feeling feels slightly foreign, given how much you and onyankapon have sex at home. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when he starts moving and hitting the spot he knows is gonna make you scream.
“Ah shit mama, why she sucking me in so bad?”
“I got you baby, gon’ take real good care of ya.”
“Fuck she talking to me baby, you hear her?”
Ony constantly filling the air with his dirty obscenities, had your toes curling and he picks up the pace. “Fuck daddyyyy oh my god” you moan out as you feel him hit that spot repeatedly.
Your pussy begins to spasm, and you know you’re about to reach your end, ony does too. His hand finds your clit and he starts rubbing circles on it, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you swear you start to see stars.
Your whole body trembles as you soak you and ony. “Shit mama, I’m right behind ya’ okay?” He picks up speed and covers your mouth and your eyes hit the back of your head again from the overstimulation.
He’s filling you up in no time, stilling in you his hips slightly jerking. Both of you are out of breath just sitting there, he slips out and cleans himself up and you whine from the feeling.
Ony wipes you clean with some wipes you had in your purse “you alright’ baby?” And you nod “ready to sleep.” You mumble, he nods and helps you down and your knees buckle.
The cookout music was still bumping and the house was still alive, you guys almost successfully made it upstairs but some nosey and called out “where yall sneaking off to?!” After yall were more than halfway up the stairs “y/n said she tired, I’m taking her to bed!” And he rushed you up the steps after.
You both chuckled coming into yalls room.
“I’m never doing that again” you said between laughs and ony cackles “you barely made it up the steps!” And is throwing himself back with laughter.
The nightfall came down and the house began to quiet down, both of you showered and got into some comfortable pajamas. Cuddles up and you turned on love island.
I really hope yall liked this again, this is so weird for me I feel so lost when it comes to writing now and this had been in my drafts FOREVER.💔
#aran ojiro x reader#black reader smut#connie x black reader#eren x reader#aran ojiro x black reader#aran ojiro smut#anime x black!reader#attack on titan x black reader#black reader#x black plus size reader smut#anime smut#onyankopon smut#poc reader smut#x plus size reader smut#x plus size smut#ony x black reader#onyankopon x black reader
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Speaking of stray ideas from the Suit Problem, do you think Calvin Klein would reach out for a collaboration or endorsement? And how would the interns try to make that real?
OH FOR SURE!!!!! (this has really spiralled out of hand, im so sorry)
ps: the suit problem - where in bucky flexes and breaks suits
Calvin Klein doesn't really care for political endorsements (plenty of politicians have worn CK to state dinners and other similar events), but when they catch wind of a stray C-SPAN clip - you know that one where Bucky is leaving the meeting, mid-stride, jaw tense, top buttons of his shirt undone, ruined jacket slung over one shoulder like a GQ threat - circulating in the fashion and politics corners of the internet for weeks, their marketing team bumps Bucky's name to the top of their 'influential non-models' list.
CK reaches out first, through the proper channels, with a vague inquiry about a 'tailored partnership opportunity' that Mike's auto responder politely declines. On the third rejection, CK's marketing intern, a spunky final-year business grad who knows she's built for bigger things than updating copy on dead influencer collabs, takes it as a personal challenge to get Bucky into a CK suit or die trying.
One day as she's monitoring brand mentions across social media platforms, she stumbles on a tweet from @/devondoesdc:
If Calvin Klein doesn’t put Rep. Barnes in a suit and let him glower on marble steps, then what are we even doing as a civilization??
Superior social media sensibilities tingling, she clicks on Devon's profile and scrolls. It's a third political news, a third retweets about academic suffering, and a third unhinged emotional theories about two Reps they swear are in love. She's in their DMs:
@/calvinklein: heyyy ur funny. but also, serious question: do you know Rep Barnes' people?
- Tasha (Marketing Intern)
Devon replies within 30s:
devon: not the official calvin klein my dms 🤭
devon: define 'know' tho
devon: spiritually? romantically? logistically???
devon: jk
devon: i know micah. want me to connect u?
The First Attempt: Mike
Micah and Jenna corner Mike in the print room. He's holding two phones, a binder, and has what looks like resignation from the human race written all over his face.
Jenna is very calm when she says, "we've been approached by Calvin Klein."
Mike: "What trouble did Barnes cause now?"
Micah: "Nothing, they just want to give him some suits."
Mike levels them a thousand-yard stare. "Absolutely not."
"Hear us out," Jenna pleads. "They said it would be tasteful."
Mike sighs. "No. We are not doing thirst-based campaigning."
Jenna: "It's about...youth engagement... promoting American businesses."
Mike: "We're done here."
The Second Attempt: Bucky
Since Mike firmly shut it down, the interns are off to pitch Bucky.
Micah walks into Bucky's office, hands in his pockets, a little too casual. "Hey, potentially weird question. Would you ever let someone tailor you for free?"
Bucky looks up from the middle of an intelligence dossier. "...Like as a favour? Is this Jenna's new hobby?"
Jenna: "No, like Calvin Klein. For an endorsement. Not political. It's just their newest menswear line."
Bucky: "The underwear company?"
Micah, somewhat offended: "They're a global fashion house with a minimalist menswear line that redefined contemporary tailoring since the 90s."
Bucky is staring at them like they've grown two heads. Jenna knows she needs to pull out her trump card. "They'll send you the entire line for free."
Bucky, who still remembers a time he could buy a shirt for 98 cents, and is also actively recalling the $300 he just paid for two off-the-rack shirts at Nordstrom, immediately folds. "They're giving it to me? For free?...Okay."
(Mike overhears all of this and shakes his head. "This is a trap," he warns, but no one hears him)
The first delivery
Calvin Klein is thrilled.
The house sends over seven perfectly fitted suits (reinforced at the seams), four overcoats, a selection of their best ties, and one leather weekender bag. He shows up the next day in a very smart dark slate suit with the oversized matching coat hanging from his shoulders. (you catch him stalking down the hallway towards his Oversight hearing with a stack of folders in his hand like a very handsome, very vengeful auditing ghost. everyone makes eye contact with him, and immediately looks away)
Teen Vouge Politics runs a spread on all his best looks, which include Victor's charcoal pinstripe suit, Calvin Klein's taupe suit and sand-hued trench (the first time he's worn such a neutral color), and the burgundy trench (which you realise that only someone as tall and tortured as he can pull off without looking ridiculous)
The second delivery
A much larger box shows up at his DC apartment. No obligation, the attached note says, but we thought these would suit you. Inside are the most popular items from their Jeans collection - minimalist t-shirts with the brand stencilled on the front, several pairs of denim jeans and jackets in various washes and cuts, a cropped bomber that immediately gets added to his weekend rotation.
He wears the highrise black jeans with a black logo tee to a casual constituent outreach event. The combat boots are his own.
The local organiser asks him one question about transport policy and has to restart his sentence three times. An auntie in a big sun hat says that he's a "strong young man" who needs to eat more. "Too skinny," she professes, eyeing his waistline. The youth volunteers who are supposed to be livestreaming the event just zoom in on him and... refuse to zoom back out. The replay becomes a Bucky Barnes fancam that's the second most rewatched video since he took office.
Mike is in active despair.
The last delivery
Sent with a big bouquet of flowers and a heartfelt thank you card from the team (black logo tee sales have never looked healthier), is a smallish box, much lighter than all the others. Bucky tears open the seal to find two bottles of their signature fragrance, some pairs of ankle socks, and size-accurate boxer briefs (how did they - ?).
He blinks. They really sent everything, he thinks. Of course, he tries them on. They're... absurdbly soft, disturblingly comfortable. Probably the nicest underwear he's ever put on. He doesn't hate them.
Three days later, he throws out all his old pairs of military-issue briefs. He's been spoiled and he can't go back now.
Bonus
You're in your office, hard at work. Your phone is opened to briefly check on the photos from the Congressional baseball game that should just be wrapping up.
It's a candid. Not official press, nothing even close. It's a blurry pic some junior staff adds to the photo dump from behind the scenes. You can barely even see Bucky's face.
But he's bending to tie his cleats, and the team jersey, just a little short (as most standard issue shirts are on his frame), rises above the he of his pants. And just barely, you catch the waistband of his underwear peeking above his slacks.
It reads, jet black lettering against the thick white band: CALVIN KLEIN
The internal breakdown is not elegant. That is the waistband. Of his underwear. He's wearing the Calvin Klein. I cannot - He - Oh my god. This is a violation of...something. A professional boundary. Human rights. My blood pressure. Who leans like that in public. Who lets elastic show. (It matches. Of course it matches. It has to be deliberate) No. No. It can't be deliberate. It's Bucky. He doesn't think in optics. Which is worse. So much worse.
YEAH SORRY I THINK I WENT FERAL - i fashion, i love handsome men, i think seb stan needs to be the next face of calvin klein. thank you for coming to my ted talk and thank you circlewircle for indulging me 🤭
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green means go
toxic!ex!bf!rafe cameron x toxic!reader
You broke up with Rafe nearly four months ago, addiction driving the wedge between you deeper than you could've imagined. When all else fails at winning your heart back, Rafe invites you to a party, buying you a dress for the occasion. What he didn't tell you was that it was a traffic light party, and the dress he bought you was red.
warnings: two toxic babies sitting in a tree..., mentions of addiction, much angst, rafe being sulky
wc: 2.9k
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Finishing your day at work at your parent’s firm, all you could think about was how good a hot shower and your bed would feel. Fate apparently had other plans. You crack the door to your bedroom, instantly being greeted with the soft breeze of your perfume and room spray.
On your perfectly made bed sat an overly large box, a small letter lurking on top. You throw your handbag to the floor, dragging your feet over to your bed. The envelope has two words scrawled on the front, that handwriting unmistakably Rafe’s.
Open me.
Rolling your eyes, you slip your acrylic nail under the seal, pulling out the letter. It’s short, which surprises you, because ever since you broke up with Rafe, you’ve become used to his overly long, whiny, apologetic letters and extravagant gifts.
You appreciated the effort, but there was no way in hell you were going to continue being in a relationship with a raging cocaine addict.
There’s a party tonight, Top’s house. Bought you an outfit. See you at 9.
You place the letter on your bed, reaching to pull the lid off the oversized box. The contents make your mouth go dry. You begin opening the items one by one. There’s a Cartier love bracelet, a white Jaquemus handbag, a pair of black Rosalie Louboutins, a double heart Tiffany necklace, your favourite perfume, and red silk flooding the bottom of the box.
You don’t even look at the dress, instead reaching for your phone, texting Rafe.
You: this is a little overboard, don’t u think?
His response is near instant, like he already knew what you were going to say.
Rafe: do you think i’m poor or smth?
You scoff, sending back a quick reply.
You: ur lucky i’m not busy tn
Rafe: i’m lucky anytime i get to see you xx
You force yourself to throw your phone, not wanting to engage in any further conversation with him. You’ll see him tonight, and you’re sure he’ll be lurking close enough to converse for most of the night.
The dress is gorgeous. Red silk, ruched down the side seams. It will hug your curves perfectly. You can see exactly why Rafe would’ve bought you this dress. You’re going to look like an absolute smokeshow tonight.
After having a shower, you return to your bedroom, tinkering with Rafe’s box of overly pricey gifts, not knowing where to start. Your hands find their way to the jewellery pieces, internally cringing at the tiny house-deposit priced items in your hand.
You put the jewellery from the box on, appreciating that he’s aware of your choice in metals. They’re beautiful and compliment your skin tone perfectly. He may be an idiot for spending so much money, but lord are they beautiful.
Your hands reach for your forgotten phone on your bed, pulling up Sofia’s contact. You type a quick message, not particularly wanting to go to this party if she’s not going to be there.
You: are u going to tops tn? rafe bought me a whole fit, now i feel like i gotta go
You see the three bubbles pop up on the screen, her fingers evidently taking their sweet time replying.
Sof: after i spent two weeks trying to find a sexy green dress? hell fucking yes.
You snicker at her response, wondering why she was being so specific.
You: green? babe you look hot asf in any color.
Anger begins to bubble in your chest when her reply eventually comes through.
Sof: it’s a traffic light party lol i’m tryna find a mans
Is Rafe serious? A red dress for a traffic light party? Your fingers respond quicker than you can even think the words.
You: meet me at the boutique in 20? i’ve got a green dress to buy.
Sofia responds almost instantly this time.
Sof: i thought rafe bought your fit??
You: he did. a red one.
Sof: see you in 20 HAHAHA
You’re all dolled up, having gotten ready with Sofia at your house. Your hair and makeup is done flawlessly, everything on and ready besides your dress. Sofia holds the sealed boutique bag up from earlier, ready to help you get changed.
‘Hold up. I need to make him think I’m playing his game,’ you tell her, reaching for the red dress you’d left on your bed. You slip it on quickly, sending him a quick photo in the mirror. As rushed as you put it on, you take it off, putting your green dress on for the party.
Sofia can’t help but laugh at your antics, sipping on a cocktail at your vanity.
‘He’s going to lose his shit tonight.’
‘That’s the plan.’
The ambient air at the party smelt of weed, sweat and alcohol. The typical scents of a Figure Eight party. You’d gone in the front door with Sofia, eager to find a top-up on your booze, which seemed to be located through a crowd of partygoers.
Sofia drags you through, a bunch of boys in green all looking your way, hollering as you pass. Realistically, you weren’t here to find a man. Hell, wearing red seemed more appealing. It was the fact that Rafe thinks he owns you that cemented your desire to arrive in green.
You finally pour yourself a drink, and as you tap your plastic cup to Sofia’s, you’re taken aback by a heavy set of hands on your shoulders.
‘Well look at you…’ Rafe drawls coldly from where he stands behind you. Sofia’s eyes widen in amusement and she brings her drink to her lips to conceal her smirk. You give her a cheeky wink before spinning to face Rafe.
You’d been waiting for this all evening. The look on his face when he realized you weren’t playing his game. The jealousy in his voice thinking you’re ready to move on from him. Getting under his skin filled your soul more than you cared to admit.
‘Hi Rafe,’ You say sharply, taking a sip of your drink as you feign boredom. His eyes rake over you, feasting on your skimpy little dress and the way it accentuates every inch of your body.
Your eyes briefly scan his outfit, a burgundy button-up, black chinos, perfectly tailored, and every last button of his shirt undone, flaunting his toned figure. He’s even got his sleeves rolled up, leaving you wondering why he even bothered putting a shirt on.
‘Green, huh? I think red is more your color,’ he remarks, the hand not holding his drink coming up to run along the thin strap of your dress.
‘I think she looks hot as fuck in green, but I’ll let you guys bicker alone.’ Sofia butts in, her voice laced with amusement. You feel like you have to fight the instinctual eye roll, keeping your eyes firm on Rafe.
‘Green is a little bit more accurate, y’know? With the theming and all.’ Your words are cold, knowing exactly how to get him all riled up, even in front of a hundred other people.
‘Accurate?’ Rafe scoffs in disbelief, continuing on with a heated passion in his voice, ‘You went through all this effort to prove a point when you know what this is anyway.’
He motions between the two of you, his drink coming dangerously close to splashing out of his red plastic cup. You laugh bitterly, patting his sturdy chest a few times mockingly.
‘We knew. Past tense. I don’t belong to you anymore, Rafe.’ His jaw is set angrily, his cup beginning to crumble in his grasp.
‘You walk around in green like you’re up for grabs… don’t act all shocked when someone turns up hurt.’ Rafe snarls, his hand reaching to drag you closer by the waist.
‘Is that a threat?’ Your eyes narrow on him, seemingly unbothered by his words externally. Internally, it’s hard to ignore your pulse thumping between your thighs, your body all but crying out for his touch.
‘Take it as a warning. I don’t like games.’ Rafe practically spits through his clenched teeth, his abs contracting with the anger coursing through him.
‘Then stop playing them, Rafe.’ You give him the same energy he gives you, turning on your heel and making your way through the sea of people, searching for Sofia.
You eventually find her, chatting up another guy in green. You stand there and weigh up your options for a brief moment, deciding to not be a cockblock, and searching for someone else to start talking to.
Your eyes settle on Topper, a pretty close friend of Rafe’s who always treated you like royalty. The heels Rafe bought you dig into the soles of your feet with the intensity with which you approach Topper.
‘Hey Top! Thank you for inviting me!’ You approach him from the side, watching his head flick over to you at the sound of your voice. A smile lights up his face, his arms opening to welcome you into his embrace.
‘I didn’t know you were coming! It’s so good to see you!’ Topper beams, pulling you in for a tight hug. You wrap your arms around his waist, his hug tight around your shoulders.
‘Of course! I wouldn’t miss one of your infamous matchmaking evenings,’ you say with a jestful wink. Topper nods in understanding, pursing his lips briefly, his eyes lowering to your dress respectfully.
‘Speaking of matchmaking, you’re in green tonight? Are you and Rafe like, actually over?’ Topper’s question makes your skin crawl, knowing that Rafe still hasn’t officially told anyone you’re not together, nearly four months after your breakup.
Sure, there’s been rumors, but it’s hard to believe when the source is telling you they’re just ‘going through a rough patch.’
Rough patch my ass.
‘I’m standing here in green, aren’t I?’ You conclude, motioning to your dress. Topper laughs dryly, standing by your side, redirecting your vision to the other side of the room.
‘He’s still over there in red.’ Topper nods in Rafe’s direction, and your eyes lock onto him through the sea of people, his tall frame overshadowing most of the crowd. He’s watching you like a hawk, and suddenly you feel a remnant of guilt in the pit of your stomach.
You let out a sigh, bringing your drink to your lips for a moment.
‘He can wear whatever he wants. So can I.’ You mumble out, just loud enough for Topper to hear over the music. He shakes his head, impressed by your determination to prove your point. He lets out a contagious laugh, your own forming very quickly in your chest.
‘You’re literally just poking the bear,’ he snickers out. ‘He’s crazy and you’re-no offence-just as bad.’ You laugh at his words, swatting his arm in retaliation.
‘That’s low, Top, so-’ A hand around your wrist startles you from continuing. Your eyes drift away from a now timid Topper, landing on a buzzed frame clad in that stupid sexy burgundy shirt.
‘Can we talk?’ Rafe’s voice is as equally demanding as it is pleading, as is the firm look on his face. His chest rises and falls like he’s just ran a marathon, your actions affecting him more than he’d care to admit.
‘What is there to talk about? If you don’t like my dress you’re more than welcome to eat some concrete and-’
‘It’s not about your dress. Please.’ Rafe is practically begging, cutting your cold-hearted words off with a demanding impatience. You look to Topper for backup, but he just stands there and shrugs.
With a roll of your eyes, you follow Rafe to an unoccupied bathroom down the hall. He closes the door behind you both, his hands immediately running up through his hair in exasperation.
‘Topper? Seriously, princess?’ Rafe snaps, trying his best to keep his cool and stay out of your personal space.
‘My friend, Topper? The one that I was just having a civil conversation with?’ You retort, eyeing him with a sense of disbelief at his childlike actions.
‘You-fuck! Don’t you see everything I do for you?! I’ve tried so hard to tell you I’m sorry and you keep pulling stunts like this to make me jealous! You’re driving me fucking crazy!’ You let Rafe have his outburst, his hands moving erratically as he vents.
‘I don’t need your shitty gifts or whiny letters, Rafe! I don’t need your money! I wanted a boyfriend who cared more about me than his next fix. I wanted a boyfriend who wasn’t irrationally angry because he was too coked up to care! Sue me for wanting to find someone who is actually ready to treat me right!’
Your words come out louder and more emotional than you had planned, but seeing him here, on the verge of breaking down stirred up feelings you thought you’d let go of. Feelings you tried so desperately to keep from breaking the surface.
Rafe steps in closer, his hands reaching for yours, tugging you closer with his unravelling grip. His forehead falls forward, resting on your own, and you wished you had the power to push him away. To tell him to fuck off. But you don’t.
Because deep down, you know he’s a broken little boy.
Rafe is a good person, even if he’s made shitty choices, but that’s not someone you’re willing to settle for.
‘Rafe, you should go.’ Your voice is hushed, unsure, and it doesn’t sound convincing, even to you. He shakes his head lightly against yours, a shuddering breath falling from his lips.
‘I can’t.’ His voice cracks, his eyes beginning to glass over. You’ve never seen this side of Rafe before, and you’re torn between wanting to run and wanting to hold him and tell him you never stopped loving him.
‘I haven’t touched anything. No coke. No pills. Nothing.’ His words make your chest clench painfully, your eyes fluttering shut to try to drive the tears away.
‘Not since you left.’ Your heart is throbbing violently in your chest, your pulse being felt throughout every inch of your body. A tear slips down Rafe’s cheek. You’ve never seen him cry before. Not when his dad died. Not when his sister ‘died’. He was the definition of emotionally constipated.
Yet here, in this moment with you, all his walls have come tumbling down. Maybe you weren’t just a game to him. Maybe whatever you two had actually did mean something.
‘I swear to god, I’ve been trying. I’ve been trying so fucking hard because…’ He chokes up, his hands clenching impossibly tight around yours.
‘Because you’re stronger than every drug I’ve ever touched. It feels like I’m drowning without you.’ Your eyes flutter open, glassy, locking onto his reddened orbs. The contrast of the red on his normally bright blue eyes draws more attention to the fact that he was crumbling right in front of you.
‘Rafe…’
He doesn’t let you continue, ‘I’m clean. I’m sober. I’m…’ He chuckles helplessly, the knot in his chest reaching the tightest of tensions.
‘I’m trying to be the man you fell in love with again.’
Your heart breaks into a million tiny pieces at his words. The fight in you drains out like a river that flows into the sea. You shake your head, trying to convince yourself that you’re making the wrong decision.
‘I should go.’
Rafe looks at you, your hands falling weakly from his grip. He nods in understanding, his lips pulling into a tight grimace as he tries to hold his pain in. He’s done this all for you. He’s turned his whole life around, but it’s too late.
‘Maybe you should.’ He moves out of the way, letting you reach for the door handle. Your hand lands on the cold metal, but it doesn’t move. Your heart hammers in your chest as you listen to Rafe’s shallow breaths behind you.
Everything in your body is telling you to go, but when he says those words, your entire body tenses up.
‘Tell me you don’t love me anymore.'
'Tell me you never want to see me again and I’ll let you go.’
His voice sounds ruined, like those words cost him more money than any gift he’s ever bought you. They’re heavy and they force your hand to grip fiercely around the door handle. Your eyes begin to burn, emotions threatening to flood out with tangible proof.
You need to leave. You know you need to leave, but before you can stop yourself, you whip around, crashing your lips to his, before your brain even has time to catch up with the weight of your decision.
The kiss is messy, and holds the weight of a million unsaid words. Rafe’s arms clutch at your waist, painfully tight, like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip, you’d disappear right in front of him.
You stagger backwards as he leans into you, your ass eventually hitting the edge of the basin. You feel Rafe’s hands snake around, reaching for the zipper on your dress, his lips trailing from your mouth, down your neck.
‘I fucking hate that I still love you.’ You breathe out, your hips already rolling against his through his pants, your body falling right back into that sweet rhythm you had all those months ago.
Rafe pulls away from your neck slightly, his hot breath moving up to your ear.
‘Tell me you hate me.’
Kiss.
‘Tell me I ruined everything.’
Kiss.
‘Just don’t tell me it’s over.’
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SAF!!!!!!!! CONGRATS ON 2K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you are so so so so deserving and ur event is SO CUTE AND CREATIVE!!!
can i please humbly request: vi + 10 + door 1? (i'm a scardy cat!!!)
MUAH MUAH MUAH!
RAIN BB THANK U SM !!! i decided to turn your request into a lil blurb for that spider!vi au i’ve been talking about for MONTHS now, so i hope u enjoy 💖💖💖

pairing: spider-woman!vi x reader
word count: 1.3k
summary: your crime-fighting girlfriend returns home from patrol and you do you best to comfort her. cw for angst, injury + blood, smut (mdni!)
this blurb is part of my hot ghoul summer celebration — requests are still open and i’d love to write more, so keep ‘em coming!

it’s well past midnight when vi crawls through the fire escape, skin underneath her suit flushed from the suffocating summer heat, sticky with blood and sweat.
patrol was rough tonight. she’d run into doc ock and green goblin, who had their fun throwing vi around as she tried to stop them from robbing a bank. she managed to, but not without a few gashes and a nasty bruise on her side.
the apartment is dark when vi enters, with only the kitchen light on, so she figures you’re already asleep. she rips off her mask and drags herself over to the sink to get some water, filling a mug and downing it in three gulps. she reaches for more when she feels someone grab your side.
"fuck!" the mug falls from her grasp as she winces in pain. her spidey senses are all muffled, a side effect from sleep deprivation, so she turns around, preparing to defend herself, but is met with your worried gaze instead. you’re wearing boxer shorts and one of vi’s oversized band tees, faded after so much use.
"shit. sorry." you kneel down to pick up the broken ceramic. vi tries to follow, but winces again at the sharp pain in her side. "don't worry. i’ve got it," you reassure, voice soothing like honey as you stand back up. "you look like hell."
“yeah?” vi tilts her head, flashing you a playful grin even though it makes her bruised cheek ache and blood emerge from her split lip. "i just got back."
but your concern doesn’t melt away; instead, it hardens into a crease between your brows. “you aren’t usually this late." you gesture towards the clock on the stove. it reads 3:33 am. “you promised you’d make dinner tonight.”
"i know," vi sighs. “i’m sorry, okay?” vi wishes that her apology wasn’t so hollow, but the simple truth is that she’s exhausted. it’s the kind of exhaustion that settles into her bones, makes everything feel heavier while the world, while the people she loves, need her to be light as a feather, quick on her feet.
before you could say anything more, vi excuses herself to take a shower.
she strips off her soiled suit, plans to repair it tomorrow — well, later today, so she’s ready for patrol — as she lets the warm water wash over her, soothing her tense muscles, washing away dried blood and watching it swirl down the drain in a reddish hue. she’s just getting around to shampooing her hair when you startle her by opening the shower curtain. the shampoo bottle lands on the tiled floor with a thud.
“vi, are you okay?”
“yeah, of course. other than the minor heart attack you just gave me,” she jokes half-heartedly.
you narrow your eyes at her. “are you sure? because you seem —”
"jesus christ, it’s nothing i’m not used to," vi snaps, though she feels guilty right away, noticing how you flinch at her tone. she tries again, voice softer. "i'm fine."
vi bends down to pick up the shampoo bottle, but lets out a strangled moan when the sharp pain in her side increases. you furrow your brows at her reaction, until your eyes landed on the dark bruise forming under her left ribs. instantly, you join vi in the shower, not bothering that you’re fully clothed.
"you're not fine," you decide, placing your hand gently on her skin. "just — stop playing hero for a goddamn second and let me help you.”
vi doesn’t argue with you; she’s much too tired, and it’s been much too long since the two of you have been this close.
she sighs happily as you massage her scalp, work through the tangled in her dyed-black hair. your fingers, as always, feel like heaven, and vi has to grip your hips to steady herself, knees weak from the simple pleasure of your presence.
by now, the cotton of your shirt is fully soaked through, clinging to every curve and crevice of your body.
“like what you see?” you tease, once you’re done conditioning her hair and rinsing it.
vi hums, slides her hands under the wet fabric, grazing just below your breast.
“you know i do, baby.”
not even a second later, you have your body pressed against vi’s. it sends a shiver through her, despite the warm water from the shower. you bring a hand up to cradle vi’s jaw.
"let me take care of you," you whisper. you start placing kisses up vi’s tattooed neck, and when you reach just below her ear, vi murmurs:
“please.”
that’s all it takes for you to gently push vi against the wall, ceramic tiles cool on her naked back. you take your sweet time leaving kisses down her body.
"baby," vi whines when she feels your teeth graze one pierced nipple while you pinch the other between your fingers.
you smirk into vi’s chest. she’s impatient, but you know she loves it when you tease her.
this time, though, you don't even give her time to beg; you simply get on your knees in front of her. you briefly run your tongue through her folds before tilting back to meet her gaze. "is this what you wanted?" you tease when vi moans, draping a leg over your shoulder so you can slide a finger into her cunt.
the water’s running cold by the time you’re through with her. her body is aching less than before — thanks to her enhanced healing abilities, sure, but vi won’t deny the power of your skilled tongue and sweet, sweet smile.
once you’ve both slipped into dry clothes and under the covers, vi’s resting on your chest as you braid and unbraid uneven strands of her hair. vi feels more at peace than she has in the past 72 hours — except that she can sense your frantic heartbeat, knows that something’s wrong.
“hey,” she murmurs, gently catching your wrist. the braid you’d been working on unravels as she intertwines her fingers with yours. “what’s on your mind?”
“it’s just….there was something i wanted to talk to you about over dinner.”
vi hums as a way of telling you to continue.
“i —” you take a deep breath. “i think it’s time for a break.”
the air suddenly feels colder. vi doesn’t even want to say it out loud, but she needs to know —
“a break from us?”
“what? no. no!” you shift nervously under the covers. “i think….i think you need to take a break from spider-woman.”
vi pulls away from you slowly, sitting up so you’re face to face.
“you can’t be serious,” vi sighs.
you both know that you are, and you both know how this is going to go. you’ve run through this scene dozens of times at this point, and it always ends the same.
you argue, but never raise your voices. vi sleeps on the couch, but she brings you coffee in the morning, exactly how you like it. you each apologize without really solving anything and you fuck while whispering sweet nothings to each other until you’ve forgotten.
except — vi can’t forget how your shoulders slump under this endless pattern of waiting for her to come home, bloodied and bruised. she can’t ignore those deep shadows under your eyes after nights of bickering over the same things: how she always puts spider-woman first and how the mask is a self-imposed distraction from having to deal with reality.
vi has tried, and she’ll keep trying, even if it kills her, to explain that she doesn’t spend her nights swinging around new york for the thrill of it — that spider-woman isn’t an escape but a responsibility. that she loves you, so fucking much, but she can’t just sit back and watch bad things happen when she knows she can do something to stop it.
maybe in another universe, she could be the perfect girlfriend, the perfect sister, the perfect hero. everything, everywhere, all at once.
#this was so fun to write i fear i might have to get back into this au and finally finish it oop#vi#vi smut#vi x reader#spider vi#hot ghoul summer '25#vi arcane#wlw smut#wlw fanfic#vi fanfic#spiderverse au#saf writes
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ugh I love popstar x Carmen it's so cuteeee jdnodkfkf!!! late night calls was adorbs. Can we get a continuation of that when she reaches the end of the US leg and doesn't tell Carm the last date so like surprises him by showing up at the Bear at the end of his shift?
Also I've recently joined your page so can I take the 🍋 emoji?? 🥰🥰🥰
☆ surprise!
popstar!reader x carmen berzatto
a/n: hi anon!! you can absolutely use that emoji, thank u for the love <3 i knew i had to do this ASAP because i loved this request so much!! i have more brewing so if you have one in my inbox dw, i'm getting to it
wc: 630 words
The US leg was over, she was officially finished touring for 2 months. Usually, in gaps, she’d go back home to Kentucky. To see her mom and dad, visit old friends, chill on the farm until it was time to get back to her big life all over again. That was the kind of gap she’d relish. And maybe she’d go back there for a bit.
But now there was something else to consider. Carmen.
Since the first call they’d decided to fall asleep together, they’d done it two more times. But every night they didn’t, she didn’t sleep as good. And she missed his sweet smile, the laughs that he’d give her every now and then, the feeling of his hands linked with hers. So that was that. She had to go back to Chicago, because she needed to see him again.
But it had to be a surprise. She was sure he didn’t even know when her last tour day was, because he was barely on social media. He just knew it was sometime this week. The day after her tour ended, she flew out immediately. Took a public plane - she’d always thought that private jets were unnecessary and showy. She just threw on a wig and some sunglasses, and if somebody recognised her, she asked them to keep quiet about it until the flight was over.
Similarly, she took a train back to Carmen’s street. Kept her head down. Felt the comfortable weight of his apartment key in her front pocket. She knew he wouldn’t be home yet, but that was all part of the surprise.
Carmen knew that something was up the second he walked into his apartment. It’d been a long day of screaming and chaos at the Bear, and honestly, he’d been looking forward to just laying in bed and crashing. Maybe giving his girlfriend a call, see how she was doing.
But the light was on, and he knew he was saving money, so it was definitely off before he left the house. And he could smell dinner. He never left food out of the fridge, so someone had cooked something. And on top of all of that, it actually smelled good. So it couldn’t be his mom.
He walked two more steps into the house before he felt it. Something colliding with him, arms wrapped around his torso. Then he knew. She was home. He scooped her up into his arms, spinning her around. “Well, if this isn’t the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.” He grinned, setting her down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Why didn’t you tell me tour was finished?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” She grinned softly, looking up at him with tentative eyes. Like she was nervous. “Good surprise?”
“I swear, you must have selective hearing. I said best surprise ever.” He swooped in to kiss her cheek this time, smiling for real for the first time all day. His hand found the small of her back, and he guided her towards the living room, where she’d laid out a picnic blanket on the floor, and dinner was already plated.
“I know I’m not the professional chef, but I thought I’d try.” Her cheeks were still flushed. And god, if he didn’t want to kiss away that sheepishness… “It’s just pasta. Simple enough.”
“Perfect. It’s perfect.” He exhaled, although his eyes were locked on her, not the food. “I missed you so much, peach. Thank you for this.” He wrapped her up in a bear hug, chin resting on top of her head gently.
“I love you.” She mumbled, muffled against his chest.
“Yeah, I love you too.” He whispered, suddenly feeling more at home than he had in weeks.
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hi ur writing is so good!! could u write a castiel x reader fluff fic?? 🫶
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
Summary: Castiel asks to share the bed for the sake of understanding. One motel key is an angel’s quiet study of what it means to seek comfort. Y/N doesn’t expect tenderness to settle so easily between them. fluff! only one bed, oh no!
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The hunt had been quiet. A minor haunting in a forgotten Midwest town. It wrapped up before midnight, no casualties, and hardly any lasting damage to the locals.
That’s the kind of night you get when you’ve got a slice of heaven watching your back.
Y/N pulled into the motel parking lot and glanced at the resident angel riding shotgun. "I've already booked us a room," he said, and held out a single key.
She took it and raised a brow. "Just one?"
"There were no others available."
Y/N studied the empty parking lot. The glowing VACANCY sign seemed particularly bright tonight. "Sure Cas, we'll make it work."
She stepped out and locked the car behind her. Castiel followed closely. Y/N didn’t question the close quarters. Not because she believed the no-other-rooms-available excuse, but because it was Cas. When he wanted something, he rarely understood how to want it quietly.
As far as motel rooms go, Cas booked solid. Cracked linoleum and the standard health and safety violations met them inside. What surprised Y/N most however, was the single queen-sized bed in the middle of it all.
She dropped her duffel by the dresser and peeled off her jacket. "Big bed," she remarked.
“I don’t require sleep,” Cas replied from behind her.
She studied his reflection in a cracked mirror, brow arched. He seemed restless tonight. "Right, you're Superman."
He nodded, entirely serious. "Yes."
After a quick shower, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, towel-drying her hair. “I’m calling it,” she said, tossing the towel aside. “We’ll meet the Winchesters in the morning. I'm beat." She climbed into bed, fully expecting Cas to vanish for a few hours or take up quiet residence in the corner chair. That was their routine, after all. Distance after every hunt.
But tonight, he didn't move. Castiel lingered by the door. She was certain that he was waiting for something.
"Goodnight Cas."
He didn't answer.
She clicked off the lamp, letting the room settle into soft darkness. She eased into the stiff mattress, ears attuned to every familiar sound.
She listened until sleep began to pull her under, and black shapes floated behind her eyelids. Castiel's breathing, steady and near, was the final pulse she registered.
Then, the mattress dipped, and she was jolted halfway back from rest. Y/N blinked into the dark. “Cas?” She lay flat, staring up at the ceiling. "You good?"
A beat passed without reply. Finally, he spoke. “Yes. I just thought…” He paused, clearly choosing his words carefully. “That I would lie here for the experience.” Castiel's head rested on the edge of her pillow.
Y/N wetted her lips. “Thought you didn’t need sleep.”
“I don’t,” he confirmed. “But you looked comfortable.” He didn’t touch her or shift too close. The angel just lay stiff, warm, and unsure.
She turned onto her side to face him, feeling fully awake. "What am I missing here?"
Castiel groaned, regret sharp in his breath. "I understand the mechanics of rest, but not the emotional comfort humans associate with it. I'd like to see if I can feel it.” He swallowed thickly. "That requires a second person. Dean told me that I should sleep with a woman to feel fulfilled. You make me feel fulfilled."
Y/N cursed Dean under her breath. He obviously meant Cas should get laid, but his advice to sleep around had been taken literally. "Oh," was all she could manage to say.
She wasn’t sure how to proceed. Midnight, exhaustion, and big decisions didn’t agree with her. It would be dishonest to deny she felt affection for Cas, but insecurities nagged at her.
Y/N reached for his hand resting on the sheets. His fingers twitched, then curled gently around hers.
“It’s not really about sleep,” she said softly. “It’s about not being alone.”
Cas was quiet for a long while. She nearly believed she was dreaming until finally, he spoke. "Can I stay the night?"
The motel heater clicked softly, its dull rattle filling the space between them. Y/N closed her eyes and let her forehead rest lightly against his shoulder.
He let out the softest breath and stayed.
No, angels didn’t need sleep. But there, in the dark, on the thin sheets stretched over hard mattress, Castiel finally understood. It had never been a lesson.
It had always been a longing.
And that was okay.
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Thanks so much for the request :^)
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Emotionally Scarred - Chapter 7 💌
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Kemani Keoir August

-Kemani's POV .
Kemani had barely sat down at her desk, the familiar smell of fresh coffee still lingering in the air, when the door to her office opened with a soft creak. She barely registered the sound, lost in her thoughts. A quiet day was a rarity in the WWE world, and it felt like she might finally have some time to catch up on the endless paperwork that piled up.
But that peace was short-lived.
"Phat," came a familiar voice, low and demanding, causing her to look up from her papers.
Standing in the doorway was Damian, his posture relaxed but his eyes intense. He wasn't wearing his usual charismatic smile. Instead, there was a quiet resolve about him, something that immediately made her heart skip a beat.
Damian didn't wait for an invitation; he walked in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Before she could say anything, he was already at her desk, standing so close that she could feel his presence all around her.
"You can't keep avoiding me," he said, his voice steady and unwavering.
Kemani straightened in her chair, her pulse racing. "I'm not avoiding you," she muttered, trying to keep the situation casual. But she could hear the hesitation in her own voice, the crack in the facade she was desperately trying to maintain.
Damian didn't respond with words. Instead, he moved closer, pinning her gently against the desk. The action was swift, but it wasn't forceful. It wasn't about aggression—it was about control. His body was inches from hers, and the proximity made it hard to breathe.
"Stop running from this," Damian's voice was a soft growl, as he looked down at her, his gaze piercing through the mask she wore. "I see the way you look at me, Phat. And I know you're scared. But I'm not going anywhere."
Kemani swallowed hard, her chest tightening. She couldn't help but feel the pull between them, the undeniable attraction that had always simmered beneath the surface. But it was more than that. It was the vulnerability that he was asking her to give him, the part of her that she had spent years protecting.
Her voice barely came out, a whisper of resistance. "Damian, I—"
He leaned closer, his lips near her ear, and her heart skipped a beat. "I'm not asking for forever, Phat," he murmured. "I'm asking for now. Just a chance to show you I'm not like everyone else."
Kemani was torn. Her mind screamed at her to push him away, to keep her walls up. But her body betrayed her, leaning into his warmth, feeling the intensity of his presence. The urge to let go was powerful, but so was the fear of getting hurt.
Damian stepped back just slightly, still within reach, his gaze unwavering. "I'm giving you time. But you have to stop shutting me out."
Kemani took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in her mind. She knew that letting him in wasn't going to be easy. But part of her wanted to believe him. Maybe it was the sincerity in his voice, or maybe it was the way he saw past all her walls.
She looked up at him, her breath still shallow. "I need to know that you're not just like the others. That you're not going to hurt me."
Damian softened, his hand reaching for hers across the desk, his touch gentle. "Phat, I promise you, I'm not like the others. And I'm not going anywhere."
She looked at their intertwined hands, the sense of safety, of understanding, slowly sinking in. Maybe it was time to stop running. Maybe it was time to take that first step.
"You really think you can handle me?" she asked, a small smile tugging at her lips, her eyes still searching his for the truth.
Damian's smile was faint but genuine. "I've been waiting for this moment, Phat. And I won't let you go."
With that, the tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by something new—an understanding. It wasn't the beginning of a fairytale, but it was a start. And that, for now, was enough.
As Damian stepped back, leaving her office, he gave her one last look—a promise, unspoken but clear. She could take her time. But he wasn't going to be waiting forever.
And that realization hit Kemani harder than she expected.
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Hi hi hi! Hope ur day is going fantastically!!! I know u said you’d think more on how Robin, our crying queen, would come into play but I kinda had thoughts on it???? Like in ur safe and sound universe she def didn’t jump in the way the other girls did, but I can see her keeping in touch with like gen and Mel and showing up one day, all teary and small because she realizes that these feelings she get rlly resonate w/ what gen and Mel describe to her as littlespace. And she’s so teary bc she thinks they won’t take her in and it takes probably babyLottie or little!Gen interacting with her for her to realize how well they all live together and will show her that some love + support.
I’m so so glad you sent this! I’ve been meaning to think about her for so long but kept getting completely wiped out by requests ahah! I think you’re completely right - she’d be so hesitant at first. In the wilderness, I imagine she sort of regressed as well but was usually too shy to join or interact with the others much. She’d definitely keep in touch with Mel and Gen, and they’d definitely try to convince her to move in alll the time!
I like the thought that maybe she’s coming into town to visit, because Mel and Gen absolutely begged. But the trip up is exhausting and scary and she gets super anxious about all of it. She stays in her parked car outside of their house for ages, getting so worked up about everything that could go wrong and eventually regressing. Gen is regressed and so excited for Robin to visit so she’s waiting by the front window. When she sees Robin’s car pull up she gets super excited and asks if she can go see her but Tai says to give her a minute so she can come in when she’s ready. After a while passes Gen asks again, a little more anxious this time, and Mel says she’ll go out first to check on her. She finds Robin curled up in the front seat crying and chewing on her thumb nail. She knocks on the window, startling her a little, but Robin quickly lets Mel in. Mel slides into the passenger seat - staying gentle and calm so as not to make Robin more upset. She tells her about how excited Gen is, and how everyone’s been waiting for her. She tells her some recent stories about what everyone’s been up to - like how Nat got promoted at her job, and how Lottie is certain she’s perfected cooking (she absolutely has not). And then she eases into regression things - how Jackie has started insisting on wearing her princess crown all day every day, and Mari and Van built a Lego tower which is at least a meter tall and refuse to let it get taken down. Eventually she gets Robin feeling a little calmer - and even laughing a little when she tells her about how Akilah got herself stuck in a tree trying to rescue a cat (who wasn’t actually stuck at all). She’d finish up by adding - “you only have to be as big as you feel here.” And that would get Robin comfortable enough to come inside - where Gen instantly throws herself at her, asking if she wants to come see her room. And as - without waiting for a response - Gen takes her hand and drags her towards her room, theu pass Lottie on the couch, Nat giving her a bottle. And she reaches out and waves a little at Robin - no shame, no fear. Then everything seems to click. By the time Robin is taken to see the playroom (specifically Mari and Van’s special tower) she feels a lot lighter, and a lot smaller.
#sfw agere#fandom agere#age regression#yellowjackets agere#yellowjackets age regression#safe and sound agere au#little!robin
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by the nine... have u seen her. ?
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i had ONE decent interaction with another person and now i want to ask my friends to come hang out. however, i literally never left my house once covid started, and the few friends/acquaintances i chatted with, as soon as i saw them on person, i very strongly disliked them.
i have one friend.
#puts my head in hands………#also i think she may hate me. so. :(.- I SAY THIS NOT TO VENT. I DO NOT FEEL ANYTHING !!!!!!#i just think u all need to sympathize with how difficult it is to go find fwends#-oh my god im already facing the adult issue of unable to make friends bc of lack of interaction with others#i. the body is still not close to 18. ….. …………#gently whacks andrew. damn bitch who did u let take care of this thing why ur life in shambles?? (totally not my fault)#edit. anyways should i reach out to my friend and try to get her to hang out uhhhh… some time later this week ?#or do i try and contact the person i was around the other day. i’ve known her since like 4th grade but idk if i should call her a friend#we had a fine interaction but it was literally like… four hours after my lesson and before her date. and she just wanted to hear about my#trip. which did in fact take four hours to discuss#so it’s like hmmm do i want to be around her for longer in a unstructured setting-#HER STUPID BF IS SO RICH AND ITS SO INFURIATING TO HEAR ABOUT#THEYRE SO WASTEFUL WITH THEIR MONEY ITS INSANE !!!!!!!!#it makes me so like. ticked off. tf do u mean they last-minute booked u a flight across the country so u could come w them#to the fucking PENINSULA UR BFS GRANDMA O W N S. WHAT ???????#i’m trying to be vague. but this peninsula is in a /nice/ fucking area like if i were to say it y’all would immediately know what i’m#talking about. like uhh. cape cod martha’s vineyard that type of infamy. owns a whole ass peninsula………..#i HATE IT i HATE RICH PEOPLE !!!
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