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oceandriveab · 2 days
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how do you think rafe would react if jack got mia pregnant???? cause i feel like he’d flip out and be angry at her, then feel like he failed as a parent if his daughter got pregnant even tho she’s 18
he would freeeeeaaaakkkkkkk the fuck owt😭
i think u sent another ask w the same concept and i’ve been teetering on it bc i’m not sure if i wanna add ANOTHER baby to the mix LMAO but i still wanna talk ab it because i think it’d definitely be interesting !!!!!!!!!! cw: teen pregnancy, rafe is pissed (like actually pissed off this time. like he is shouting) that’s ab it!
we will not see any more of mia’s baby past this BTW, i just wanted to write an this!
she’d tell rhett before she told mom and rafe because that’s her little brother and despite them being kind of close in age (if she’s 18 here then he’s 16), they’re actually super close <3 so she’d tell him when they were home alone one day and he’d be like 😦WHAT????!????? and she’d just be like “I KNOW!!!!! what the FUCK am i gonna do??!?” and then they’re both freaking out and pacing around the house bc what the fuck are they gonna do?!?!!??!!!!!! and how is rhett gonna keep this big secret when he runs his mouth 25/8?!?!!!!! (😭😭😭)
that night or a day or so later, she’d finally tell mom and rafe. she’d sit them down in the living room and they’d immediately be on alert because they could tell something was wrong.
she was wringing her hands and fidgeting with her rings and not holding eye contact- which is so unlike her!!!
“what’s goin’ on, sweetheart?” rafe asks, all concerned.
“i, um, oh my god.” when mia starts hyperventilating and crying, mom and rafe immediately pull her into a little group hug, shushing her and telling her it will be okay.
“mimi, it’s alright. just tell us what’s going on.”
“i don’t know how.” she cried out, breaking your heart at the way her voice broke.
“what do you mean?” you brush her hair away from her face and bring her chin up to look at her eyes.
“i’m pregnant. i-i took a test and-and i went to the doctor and they saw the baby and everything and i don’t know what to do. i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry.” sobs wracked mia’s body as she buried her face into your shirt.
rafe blinked very slowly, trying to process what she just said.
you saw the way his jaw clenched and it made your heart race. he’d came a long way from the way he was as a teenager, but certain situations could still provoke that temper- and this was definitely one of those situations.
“mia, baby-“
“go to your room.” rafe told her, sternly.
mia clenched onto your shirt tightly and you looked at rafe, silently pleading him to relax.
“dad, ‘m sorry! i-i didn’t-“
“what did i just say?” his booming voice made both you and mia flinch.
“just go to your room, baby girl. i’ll be up there soon.” you kissed her head comfortingly as she nodded and got up, running into her room.
“rafe-“
“don’t.” rafe was standing up now, pacing around the room with his hands pulling at his hair.
“rafe, you need to-“
“y/n, fucking stop. just-just stop! i don’t wanna hear it!”
“she’s-“
“she’s fucking pregnant! do you realize that? did you hear what the fuck she was saying while you were sitting there coddling her, huh? she is fucking pregnant. our daughter is having a baby, y/n.” rafe stared at you incredulously as he waved his hands around.
“i know, rafe! i fucking know! but, the last thing she needs is for us to freak out on her! she is fucking terrified right now and she does not need you making that shit worse!” you rose from your seat, standing across from rafe.
“you know what the last thing i need right now is? a fucking grandchild! and-and what the fuck does this say about me, huh? about us? she knows this family has a reputation to uphold and she’s out here getting fucking pregnant?! after i told her and told her and told her, i don’t know how many goddamn times, that she had no fucking business having sex but if she chose to, she needed to be extremely fucking careful! you-you’re too fuckin’ soft on her, y/n! i shoulda’ wore her ass out when we caught her with that fucking hickey that day. but no! no! you were all ‘it’s okay, rafe!! she’s just a teenager!!’ look at her now- fucking pregnant at eighteen! guess we’ve both fuckin’ failed her.” rafe’s shouting made tears roll down your cheeks.
you understood his point, but you also knew how mia was feeling- causing you to have mixed emotions about the whole situation.
“rafe, please-“
“no. i-i need to get the fuck out of here.” you tried to rush after him when you saw him grab his keys but by the time you reached him, the door was slammed in your face.
you stood at the shut door and cried silently.
what the fuck are you going to do?
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sunnyaelia · 2 months
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Love and Loss Part 2
Was honestly floored that the majority wants to forgive Alexia after all of that lol y’all are down bad (me too it’s okay) 
part 1
But what you guys want, you guys get so here you go :) 
More angst but comfort and then happy ending 
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You don’t notice that Alexia is still at home the next day when you call your best friend, needing advice and encouragement to do something after just accepting this behaviour for so long. 
Your girlfriend was still in the house and when she hears you talking to someone she’s curious. And then extremely shocked. 
You’re talking about the past weeks, how alone you feel, how much you hate coming home to Alexia, how you’re doing everything in the household and how she barely acknowledges you. 
It hurts to hear it, to hear the distaste for her in your words but it’s nothing to the pain when she realises that you’re crying, sobbing into the phone when you say the next sentence. 
“I don’t think I love her anymore.”
Alexia’s stomach turns and she doesn’t hear anything else you say afterwards, her ears ringing as she turns and walks away so she can gather herself. She’s just functioning automatically as she gets into her car and drives to her sisters house, not even really having digested yet what you said. 
When she’s there and Alba opens the door, greeting her excitedly before noticing that something is wrong, Alexia just breaks down in tears, sobbing into her arms. 
It takes almost an hour until she can stop, the tears just constant at one point as she’s almost hyperventilating. The conversation afterwards isn’t a lot better because her sister doesn’t buy any excuses. As soon as Alexia tells her what you said about not being in love with her anymore, Alba is asking questions, wanting to know what exactly you mentioned you dislike. 
And when your girlfriend tells her that you feel ignored and as if you’re doing everything alone, Alba drills her on it. Does Alexia really not pay any attention? Not do any chores? When’s the last time you two went on a date? She’s not happy with the answers she gets and after a bit, even though it sucks, Alexia can’t deny that she fucked up. You’re right.
The drive back home is quiet, the music Alexia usually listens to is off. Alba has really washed her head, furious how she had taken you for granted. The worst was, that she couldn’t even really explain how and why and when exactly she started doing it. Of course she still loved you, definitely, but she had always been exhausted from a full day of training and it was just easier to let you do everything. Your job wasn’t as physically demanding since you weren’t an athlete but Alba almost jumped her throat when she brought up that argument and she knew deep down that you were just as tired after a long day. 
For a moment Alexia had regretted that she even came to her sister with this, seeing how Alba was seething at how she had treated you. But it was definitely the right choice because Alba also had no problem with being brutally honest and even though it had stung when she said that she would have fallen out of love with Alexia as well in your place, it was what was needed to make your girlfriend understand. 
When she enters the house she’s almost afraid that you might already be gone, just packed up your things and left. You’re there though, a late breakfast basically untouched as you’re curled up on the couch. 
For the first time in quite a while, Alexia takes a moment to look at the house. It really is spotless. Everything is clean and put where it belongs, she’s pretty sure you’ve just wiped the floors because they’re extra shiny right now. It definitely wasn’t her doing. She can’t even remember when she took the trash out last. 
You barely look up at her when she enters the room, staring into nothing instead of watching the TV. 
When Alexia greets you, you startle a bit and merely give her a small smile. You used to stand up and greet her with a hug, she can’t remember when you’ve stopped doing it. Probably after she had stopped doing it as well. 
You seem confused when Alexia takes a seat next to you, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. 
“We need to talk.” 
It’s completely silent for a moment as you hesitantly nod and turn a bit towards her, already looking uncomfortable.  
“I’ve been thinking a bit about us and I think, there needs to be some changes. I’ve heard-“ 
“Are you breaking up with me?” You sound incredibly small as you say it, eyes fixed on your lap as pick at the blanket covering your lap. Unsure what to say for a moment, Alexia stays silent and you take it as a yes, unable to stop yourself as tears gather in your eyes, your girlfriend caught off guard by your next words. 
“Why? Why am I not good enough for you anymore? I did everything for you. I still am.” You wipe your eyes furiously with your hands, upset that you’re crying over someone who seemingly couldn’t care less about you. 
“I’m not breaking up with you.” Alexia was close to tears now as well, honestly very overwhelmed with this whole situation. “And I’m not just giving you up like that. I overheard your phone call earlier and it made me realise how badly I’ve been treating you.” You looked up at her words, a stray tear slowly falling down your cheek. She reached out and wiped it, taking it as a win that you let her though you didn’t come any closer nor did you say anything. 
“I told Alba about it and she was furious with me for how I treated you.” A small smile was on your lips at her words, being grateful that someone who was closer to Alexia than you was on your side in this whole mess. 
“Look,” carefully grabbing your hands in hers, Alexia looked at you. “I fucked up. I’m aware. I just want to explain some of it. I was really stretched thin over these past weeks, I felt like I was constantly just being put on the spot and everyone wanted me to prove myself after I returned from my acl. You know how I can get if I’m stressed and I didn’t want to risk snapping at you so I would just try to take a bit of time to myself going for a walk or being a bit longer in the gym so I’d come home relaxed. The more stressed I got, the more time I wanted to take to recharge because I know how bad you are with yelling. That caused me to come home later and later so I stopped greeting you because you always woke up when I kissed your cheek.”
You wouldn’t have thought it but you honestly feel a lot better at her words, even though it had been such a small detail, finally knowing why exactly she had stopped greeting you was important to you, especially since it didn’t seem like you did anything wrong to warrant it. 
“I definitely didn’t spend enough time with you, I know that and I’m not excusing it. I also have no explanation for the chores other than I was exhausted and didn’t want to deal with it and it was just so easy to let you do it. It was horrible and unfair and I know I’m an asshole for it.” 
She takes a deep breath, a bit nervous for her next question. 
“I also heard what you said on the phone earlier, about how you think you don’t love me anymore.” 
You look down to your joined hands, honestly incredibly uncomfortable but also relieved that Alexia is bringing it up because you certainly didn’t know how to. 
“I don’t blame you.” She squeezes your hands that she’s still holding, sending you a slight smile when you look up at her, trying to portray that it’s okay since you look guilty at her words. 
“It hurt to hear but it also gave me a wake up call. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.” Her voice gets more urgent, the fear of you saying that you don’t want to try anymore is sitting in her neck as she just hopes that you might understand, might be unwilling to throw away all those years of being together, might give her another chance of doing better. 
“It just doesn’t feel like you’ve even planned a future with me. You just completely disregarded me.” You sound awfully small as you say it and Alexia wants to rip her hair out at how she made you feel so insecure in your relationship with her, having not only taken you for granted but also that you would feel loved despite her not openly showing it anymore. 
So, desperate not to lose you, she makes a decision, getting up and dragging you with her, one of her hands still holding yours as she leads you to the bedroom. You look very confused at the sudden change of scenery but follow nonetheless, curious as to what Alexia was up to. 
She gives you a very gentle shove to make you sit on the edge of the bed, letting go of your hand for a moment as she kneels down and opens the bottom drawer of her nightstand. She has to reach deeply inside before she’s able to pull out a small little velvet box. 
You know what it is immediately. Alexia’s hands shake a bit as she opens it and presents you the ring. 
“This isn’t your official proposal, I have a lot more planned for that. But I have the ring already and I need to show it to you even if it takes the surprise out of it because I need you to know that I have planned a future for you, for us. Together.” 
She presses the velvet box with the ring into your hand before reaching into the drawer again, pulling out a thick folder this time. 
Your eyes are focused on the ring for a moment. It’s stunning, huge but elegant nonetheless and you can’t help but smile a bit as you recognise that it’s basically a copy to the one that you showed Alexia years back, telling her that you wanted a ring exactly like this when you get proposed to. It looks even prettier in person. 
“You remembered.” She knows immediately what you’re getting at, looking at the ring and nodding. 
“Of course I did. I saved the picture after you had shown it to me, had to do a custom order to get it exactly like the one you wanted, but it was worth it.” 
You’re incredibly touched at how she had made sure to fulfil your request. She gently takes your hand again, kneeling in front of you as she puts the folder onto your lap. 
“This contains all the information about the proposal I had planned for you. I wanted to do it during the break when there’s no games and no stress for a few weeks. You can open it and read through it, I’m hoping it will show you that I still pay attention and that I still love you more than anything else in this world, even though I failed at showing you.” 
Her gaze is locked onto your face as she’s talking, hoping internally that you’ll open it and look through it and realise that she never stopped loving and valuing you. 
The folder contains stuff like your favourite colours, things you’ve offhandedly mentioned you want at a marriage or proposal, the phone numbers and addresses of your favourite restaurants so she can book the spot when she’s ready to, an exact calendar that has her break marked along with when she needs to ask you to take time off work so you’re available for the weekend after the proposal and the date that she planned to propose on marked with a little heart. 
You wouldn’t know though, because you don’t open it, placing it on the bed beside you along with the velvet box. Alexia feels like her heart stops for a moment, thinking that she fucked it all up so bad that you don’t want to give her a chance anymore, don’t want to see what she has planned for the both of you and she can feel the tears gather in her eyes at it. 
She’s surprised when she feels you gently wipe them off her face, trying to enjoy what’s probably the last bit of your comfort before you break up with her. 
“I forgive you.” 
She looks up again at your words, for a moment not understanding. 
“I’m not going to open the folder because I believe you. I do think that you still love me and that you just sucked at showing it. So I won’t open it because I don’t need to see any proof. I honestly didn’t expect you to even care that I might not be in love with you anymore.” 
Alexia is quick to shake her head, horrified that you even had the thought that she wouldn’t care. She gets up quickly, ignoring how her knees protest at the cold floor she was just kneeling on and pulls you up to her for a tight hug. You relax into it immediately, sighing at the familiar smell of your girlfriend while you bury your head into her shoulder. 
Her arms tighten a bit more around you in response, unsure how she could go so long without feeling it. 
Alexia is intent on enjoying it therefore, though she’s only halfway there, as always the first to plan out and do what needs to be done and so she’s already making a list in her head at things she can do to make you feel loved and especially make you fall back in love with her specifically. 
“Alexia.” 
Your voice breaks her out of it, though you don’t look as stern as you sounded, an amused smile on your face.
“I need you here with me right now. You can plan your apology later.” 
She can’t help but chuckle at how incredibly well you know her, having guessed exactly what was keeping her occupied. 
“We can make it work Ale, but I want you in the moments with me, just enjoying the time together.” You squeeze her arm a bit as you say it and Alexia is quick to nod, pulling you into another hug again, your comfort one of the only things to quieten her mind for a bit.
She’s very sure of her next words. 
“We will make it work mi amor.” 
And you do. 
Alexia is courting you just like she did back then, when you two were dating but not official yet and she desperately wanted you two to be. 
She brings you flowers, always a different kind so it doesn’t get boring, your favourite chocolate and often cooks for you or brings takeout if it’s late. 
She also does the stuff she should be doing anyway, like cleaning her own dirty laundry again, insisting that you don’t lift a finger for a bit to even the score again. 
Most importantly though, she makes time for you. It takes a bit for her to balance her work, friends and you again but she makes it work, intent on not neglecting anyone. Especially because you keep insisting that her friends are also very important and need quality time to improve and upkeep the friendships. She listens, not wanting to risk losing anyone like she almost lost you. 
You can’t help yourself and still do some chores, simply not able to watch her do it all alone since your work day doesn’t take as long as Alexia’s does with all the physio appointments, photo shoots and meetings in between. 
Your girlfriend always playfully scolds you for it, before making it up to you with kisses and cuddles. 
And that is the main thing that makes you fall back into love with her. She spends time with you, stuck to your side, as much as she can. She’s not afraid to wake you up from a nap with her greeting kiss, though she’s always gentle about it so you don’t get jostled, wanting to soak in your presence especially now, since she almost lost you. She’s there when you wake up and there when you fall asleep, warming up the bed so you don’t have to get into cold sheets. 
To her surprise you seem to embrace her being downright clingy - something she always suppressed, afraid it would annoy you. But you enjoy it. The way she pouts when you go to shower without her, the way she puts her alarm clock in the morning 20 minutes earlier so she is awake and can cuddle you, the way she gets grumpy when you don’t give her a hug when she comes back home. It makes you feel desired again, seeing just how much she wants and needs your touch. 
Not everything is immediately perfect, of course not. But you can see Alexia working on it, making sure you are happy again.
There’s only one thing nagging you in the back of your head and when you realise that you just need to know so you can let it go, you finally ask her. 
Did she never notice your tear swollen faces after a night of sobbing over her? 
The way her face falls and she starts crying is answer enough. You almost regret ever bringing it up, Alexia visibly feeling horrible for a few days. She doesn’t shut you out though, expressing her remorse again and again at how she never saw it. She was already clingy before but now she’s really attached to you as soon as she can, pressing kisses to your face and pulling you to her chest any chance she gets. She tells you it’s comfort for all those times she wasn’t there to do it. It always makes you laugh when she suddenly attacks you with kisses out of nowhere and she embraces the sound, realising how long she hasn’t heard it. 
All in all, you’re happy again pretty quickly. No more tears other than happy ones when Alexia tickles you for too long again. No more feeling cold in bed alone. Instead you’re way too warm most nights because Alexia is like a human heater and gets incredibly grumpy when you pull away from her cuddles. 
You’re unsure whether you really fell out of love or were jut fed up at one point, the line blurring really quickly when you notice yourself getting shy again when she looks at you or compliments you, or when you feel your cheeks blushing at how downright hungry her gaze gets when she sees you in your pretty short pyjamas. 
You’re definitely in love with her now, getting giddy with excitement when you hear her key opening the door. 
She has tears in her eyes when you say it back again for the first time in a while, looking into her eyes so she knows you mean it. When you wipe her tears off with your thumbs, she’s brought back to the moment a few months ago when you refused to look at the folder and she was so sure she was going to lose you. 
The tears aren’t from sadness this time and you’re still there to wipe them away. 
After seeing her reaction you say it over and over again and she soaks it up with pure joy, pressing kisses literally everywhere she can reach and grinning at your laugh. 
So when a few months after this, Alexia gets down on one knee and pulls out the velvet box, you know your answer, your smile bright and incredibly happy as your now fiancée puts the ring on your finger. 
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rafescokewhore · 4 months
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》 interrupted part two — rafe cameron
part one, three
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fuck, he’s so fine.
ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rafe cameron x f!reader
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.7k
ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cursing, soft!topper (nothing romantic), psycho!barry (idk about psycho but he’s definitely unhinged), angst, threats, mentions of sex, a firearm is involved (duh, it’s rafe and barry lmao) let me know if i missed any!
ᡣ𐭩 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: barry is out for the money rafe owes him. when rafe hasn’t come up with the money yet, barry has a better idea on what to take, until he gets his money.
ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: AHHHH! thank you all so much for the love and support on part 1 of interrupted yesterday and today! my first ever thing i’ve actually published (on any site) and you all made me feel so special! 🩷 i hope i did justice to part 2… this was pretty anticlimactic, but there’s always part 3 ¬‿¬ but let me know what you think!
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panicking in the moment, you stuttered, standing naked in the middle of rafe's room, clothes in hand. the footsteps grow closer, barry and rafe shouting at each other. your gears finally start working, you bolt to rafes closet and get into hiding. just as you acquire your hiding spot, rafes door flies open. your hands fly up to cover your mouth and mask your heavy, panicked breathing.
"i know she's here. she's always here," barry sneers, stalking closer. "aren't ya mrs. country club?"
"barry, i swear to God. leave her the hell out of this," rafe warns and you can hear barry's voice turn around, no longer inching closer to your hiding spot.
"you owe me my Goddamn money!” barry shouts. you flinch, recoiling into a fetal position. “the only way i know you'll pay is if i have your precious little play thing," barry warns, and suddenly the closet door crashes open. your breathing catches in your throat and you try your damndest to stay silent. you were in the closet but rafe had a secret little hiding spot; a hidden little cubby you discovered when you played hide and seek during a party one time.
barry looks around the vast closet, looking every direction, his gun held loosely at his side. you tremble, hyperventilating and trying your best to stay fucking silent. rafe was right there, outside the closet door, and that helped ease your mind a bit, knowing he would put up a fight if barry ever tried anything. you see rafe messing with his own firearm tucked in the back of his jeans.
“i told you, i’ll have the money to you soon,” rafe warns barry as if to not push this further. barry turns around and looks at rafe sideways, “i don’t want daddy’s money again,” barry snarls.
“it won’t be. just give me a couple days,” rafe clarifies.
barry sighs, but says, “i'll give you until tuesday, cameron,” he motions around with his gun in his hand, clearly carelessly. “if i don't have my money then, i'm coming after her," barry smirks out his promise and you feel so relieved that he's leaving. his footsteps slowly disappear, rafe following behind him. you wait a moment before slipping on your panties and finding a shirt of rafes and throwing it on your body despite the lack of space. you weren't bothering with your clothes at this point, you needed to get out the cubby and breathe.
"y/n?" you hear a whisper after some time, and you freeze, unsure of who just called your name quietly.
"it's topper. you're safe, rafe is escorting him out," he says and as soon as you hear it's topper, you appear from the closet, checking your surroundings when you in fact, find topper standing in the middle of the room. he gives you one empathetic look and the waterworks start. you rush to toppers side, hugging him in a crushing manner. you were absolutely terrified and you were so thankful someone safe was finally in the room.
topper's arms wrap around you protectively, "are you okay?" topper's voice is gentle as he looks down at the top of your head, giving your back a reassuring rub. you nod against his torso and close your eyes, inhaling his expensive cologne. out of rafe's friends, you were always closest to topper. he was always so kind and welcoming to you.
"rafe should be up here any minute," he assures. you peel yourself from him slowly, nodding as you bring your wrist to wipe your running nose from the crying.
"barry's just so fucking intense," you shake your head and topper can't help but chuckle. you look up at him confused, a bit startled at his reaction.
"i'm sorry, i don't mean to laugh," top puts his hand on his chest as he comes down from his laugh. "it's just... have you met your boyfriend?" he cocks an eyebrow jokingly and you can't help but laugh. shaking your head, toppers laughter following after.
you hear rafe's footsteps coming slamming quickly up the steps, wiping a few stray tears and looking at the door just as your boyfriend emerges from the hallway. your emotions take over, just too happy to see rafe, and the waterworks start again. rafe's arms open immediately and you walk into his embrace, burying your face in his chest as you sob.
"hey, shhh, it's okay," rafe hugs you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly. topper grins at the interaction and excuses himself to leave you and rafe alone, shutting the door behind him.
rafe pulls you away, his thumbs swiping away your tears, his eyes searching yours. he holds your face steadily with his large hands, peppering kisses all over your tear stained cheeks.
"he won't lay a hand on you, i promise," rafes breath fans over your face, alcohol from earlier evident.
you knew barry and rafe often did business together, you never realized how intense and crazy barry could be. rafe never let you attend business "meetings," nor did rafe allow you to listen to their phone calls. the whole ordeal was a bit mysterious, but rafe told you it was better for you to stay out of it.
but now, barry's out for blood, and it's come down to him threatening you. he does business with rafe, yet he's bringing you into and endangering your life. what would barry do if he were to get his hands on you? would he torture you? kill you? the anxiety you felt over this whole situation had you overstimulated and frustrated. you were frustrated with rafe for even doing business with a guy like barry in the first place.
the more you thought about the situation, the more your anxiety settled deep in your chest, the angrier you became with rafe. how could he protect you? he's got a gun, but so does barry. what could rafe possibly do to protect you? he'd have to take you out of state to actually do anything.
"ugh!" you groan loudly, shoving rafe off of you. he stumbles back, a confused look on his face. you paced the length of the room, rafe staring you with confusion.
"this is your fault, rafe!" you shout angrily, balling your fists as you continued your rampage. you were full of anger at this point, and you needed an outlet.
"my fault?!" he steps back, staring at you bewildered. "how the fuck is this my fault?" his eyes follow your movements.
"you're the one who does business with this asshole! and now, you've fucked him over. has it ever occurred to you that you'd put me in danger in the process?!" you stare at rafe, angered, your hands going crazy as you speak.
"yes, y/n, it has occurred to me that something could happen to you. you know your safety is my top priority!" rafe defends himself, but honestly you're not buying into it.
"bullshit, rafe! here we are, i was just threatened by some slum pogue while hiding out, naked, in your fucking closet! what normal human has that interaction on the daily?" your voice is getting louder and your anger is building up the more you converse with rafe. you and rafe didn't argue often, you're both stubborn and hot headed as hell. often times when the two of you would argue, it would result in slight voice raises and end in rough sex.
"listen, barry does this. he freaks out when he doesn't get his way and eventually, it boils over. i've never had this issue with barry, he's never once brought you into it," rafe tries to calm down; keep the peace. but you're pissed and you don't plan on letting this go anytime soon. at this point, everything has been silent downstairs and you assumed it was just you and rafe in the house at this point.
"he came in here with a fucking gun!" you give rafe the most 'what the fuck?!' look ever, your arms held out in a slouchy shrug.
"damnit, y/n!" rafe slams his hand down on the top of his dresser, the noise echoing slightly through the room. you flinch, glaring at him. "i will do whatever it takes to protect you, yeah? barry will not lay a fucking finger on you," rafes words are meant to be reassuring, but they're said with so much anger.
"whatever helps you sleep at night, rafe," tears well in your eyes, the back of your throat tightening as you hold tightly onto the floodgates. you turn around and pick your clothes up off the floor, placing them on the bed. you quickly take off rafe's shirt, throwing it down on the bed, changing back into your clothes from earlier. you grab your keys and phone from the nightstand, turning around to walk around rafe's bed to the door, but rafe is standing directly behind you, scaring the hell out of you as you bump into his solid body.
"you really think it's a good idea to leave when you got barry after you?" his voice is low and stern, his eyes narrowed on you. you glare at rafe, scoffing as you push him aside. you don't get far before rafe's hand wraps tightly around your wrist, holding you in place.
"i'm serious, y/n, i'm not letting you leave," rafe warns, his grip is bone crushing, but it turned you on. son of a bitch, now is not the time for this. no wonder your arguments always ended with sex.
"try to stop me," you spit, knowing how fucking stupid you were for saying that.
you attempted to walk away but just as you suspected, rafe wasn't allowing it. his arms wrapped tightly around your torso, pinning your arms against yourself as he lifted you up slightly.
"what's that, darling?" rafes voice is dark, his breath hot against your ear. you huff, accepting your fate. you go limp, showing rafe that you had given up and he sets you back down, your feet now on the floor. he smirks at you knowingly and you just sneer at him, knowing he had won and knowing you would never win against rafe cameron.
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dorabledewdroop · 1 month
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FIRST TIME SMUT OKAY IM SORRY
18+ only pls if you’re younger avoid this?
Warning: Smut but also it’s really badly written I’m so sorry
Summary: a little misunderstanding Tony’s new AI leads to a pretty pleasant conclusion.
It’s not really dubcon because everyone has feelings for each other but they act on it before talking about it?
I wrote this in an hour and it’s my first time writing smut I’m sorry it’s not that great but I’m trying my hand let’s see.
X—X—X—X—X
“I think it would be better if we tell her now” Natasha told Wanda. The both of them sitting in the kitchen while Wanda made breakfast for the team.
“What if she’s too scared? What if she says no? What will we do then? I don’t think I can handle that rejection, Nat” Wanda replied to her girlfriend, not looking her in the eye.
“You know that’s not going to happen, malyshka” Nat assured her.
It was no secret that you were hopelessly in love with the witch and the ex-assassin. Everyone knew about it. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to it. Always avoiding to spar with both of them, flushing red anytime somebody even remotely teased you about it. Not to mention the fact that Wanda could always hear your thoughts about the two of them, never failing to blush at just how utterly smitten you were. It was getting ridiculous, why wouldn’t you just tell them? Could you really not see how they were flirting with you? Did you think that they would let just anyone cuddle with them during movie night? How about the fact that in the event of a nightmare, both of them would leave their shared room and ask to lay down besides you. Was that not clear enough? Could you-
Ms. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff. Ms.Y/L/N appears to be in distress and calling for the two of you. Tony’s new beta AI ‘Wednesday’ interrupted the conversation.
Her vitals indicate increased heart rate and raised body temperature. She also seems to be repeating your names.
Sharing a concerned look they both rushed to your room
They were about to knock when they heard a loud ‘FUCK’
Not waiting, they barged into your room without knocking.
You yelped as the two of them entered. They noticed you were trembling, face flushed, and practically hyperventilating.
“W-what are you d-doing here?” You stammered, wide eyes darting between the two of them. “Detka, Wednesday told us that you weren’t doing well and that you were calling for us” Natasha said as she sat down beside you, causing a whimper to come out of your mouth. She noticed how your knuckles were white as you gripped the bed sheets. She was about to put her hand against your forehead when she glanced at your unlocked phone beside you. As soon as she saw the app that was open, she realised where the slight buzzing was coming from and put two and two together. Hiding her smirk she glanced at Wanda, and pointedly looked at your phone. Wanda’s eyes widened when she realised what was going on and grinned. Wanda slowly made her way towards your other side.
“I’m- shit- I’m fine” You muttered weakly. Closing your eyes, trying so so hard not to combust on the spot.
Without you realising, Wanda had taken your phone and increased the vibration setting to the second highest.
“Holy fuck.” You eyes widened as your chest started heaving, gripping the bedsheets even more.
“What’s wrong kotenok?” Wanda asked with faux concern. Running her finger up and down the side of your arm.
“Nothing. Just.. p-please leave. I’d like to be alone right now” You said, not looking at either of them in the eye. Trying so hard not to come right there. The vibrator inside you not doing you any favours. Why the ever-loving fuck did you not lock the door. You were going to kill Tony and his stupid AI.
“Are you sure you want us to leave, malyshka?” Natasha asked sweetly, looking at you as if she was going to eat you up-
Nope. Nope. You can’t think like that. You weren’t going to last and thinking like that definitely wasn’t going to help things.
“Holy fucking shit” You exclaimed, as the vibration jumped even higher. (Thanks to wanda. Not that you knew anyway)
“You know..” Wanda started
“If we did leave right now.. there’s something that we wouldn’t be able to tell you” Natasha continued.
Trying hard to control your breathing but failing. You were so close. You looked up at them in question.
They both leaned right next to either side of your head, their warm breath tickled against your neck.
“This is what we wanted to tell you” Wanda whispered
Natasha looked at her smirking and bit your neck.
“Come for us, baby” Wanda stated right next to your ear.
That’s it. That’s all it took. With a scream, you came. Your back arching, waves of pleasure leaving you writhing on the bed as they both helped keep you still. You just kept on coming, screaming their names until your voice gave out.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for us” Natasha praised against your ear, earning a loud moan. The vibration just didn’t stop, and soon enough, you were coming again. This time however, the vibration stopped.
You felt like you were about to pass out until you realised where you were and whom you were with.
Your eyes shot open as you began to apologise when you saw their hungry looks. Your words died in your throat. That’s when you saw your phone in Wanda’s hand.
“You- you di-“ you started weakly
Wanda shushed you.
“Just enjoy this sweetheart.” She said as she stroked your forehead.
“You’re not upset?” You asked feeling vulnerable.
“No, baby, we’re not upset. We were deciding to how to tell you that we feel the same way when Wednesday told us you were calling for us.” Natasha said
You blushed, turning your head into the pillow and groaning in embarrassment before you turned your head in shock at the two of them.
“Wait. You like me?” You asked, hopeful
“No baby” Wanda said chuckling.
Natasha slapped her arm when she saw your hurt look and hurriedly continued. “What she means is that we don’t like you, we love you”
Your lower lip trembled as you looked at them.
“I love you so much too” you whispered, each hand caressing their cheeks. Your heart melted when they both simultaneously nuzzled into your palms.
Unable to hold herself anymore, Wanda practically fell on you as she enveloped you in a hug, only pulling back when you let out a loud squeak. She looked at you in concern.
Your face burned as you explained “It’s.. um.. it’s still inside me”
Both of them looked at each other and laughed, much to your embarrassment.
“Guess we’ll have to do something about that” She replied with a smirk, slowly leaning towards your face.
You were going to kill Tony. Maybe just hug him too.
X—X—X—X—X
I’m not a writer and definitely haven’t done this before. Pls tell me if you liked it and all thank you for reading.
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powermakar · 4 months
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Slut! (3+1) - LS2
Summary: 3 times you break down and Logan pulls you in and the 1 time he breaks down and you pull him in. Based off of the song "Slut!" by Taylor Swift
Words: 2.5K
Warnings: Swearing, self-deprecation, and Qatar 2023
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1- I crashed my car
“Logan,” you breathe out. “Logan, I, Logan…” you try again.
“Y/n what happened? Are you okay? Did you get into an accident? Where are you?” Logan quickly asks as panic builds up inside of him. 
A quick “yes” is all you are able to croak out. “I crashed my car, I don’t know what to do and I need you,” you say with tears rolling down your face. “The other guy is being an asshole and he just keeps yelling and swearing at me.” Wiping your runny nose on your sleeve you say, “I’m scared, please hurry up.”
“I’m on my way, just try to breathe with me, we don’t want you to hyperventilate,” he tries to joke. 
As you mentally go through the checklist of things you know what to look for and ask for when you get into an accident, you can’t seem to think straight. Embarrassment, the fear of failure and disappointment run through your veins. You can’t even imagine how angry people will be at you, and that thought alone just scares you. You walk to the back of your car to reassess the damage, luckily there is a miniscule dent on the back of the bumper. Nothing really worth fixing or paying any attention to. When you turn to the man’s car you cringe inwardly as more tears prick your eyes. You look back at the man and say, “I am very sorry sir, I really do not know what happened but I am willing to pay for any of the damage.” 
The man looks you up and down before telling you to shut up. At his abrupt comment, you turn away from him as more tears begin to run down your face. “Don’t you walk away from me you bitch!” the man yells. 
Unfortunately for the man, Logan heard his comment as he was getting out of his car. “Do not ever call her a bitch ever again, do you understand?” he says as he walks towards you. You see the man awkwardly turn away from the two of you.
Logan turns to you as you quietly call his name and engulfs you in a hug. “It’s okay, we will figure this out, don’t worry about it, angel,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.. All you could manage was a little hum. 
And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman
2- I’m tired 
Being a university student is exhausting. Add in a boyfriend, a social life, and a job, all of your days seem to blur together. As the weeks went on, assignments and projects stacked on top of each other in a never ending loop. Once you finished one project, you were assigned another one along with some long-term assignments you needed to constantly work on. This week in particular seemed extra hard. Two projects, one discussion, and five different assignments were all due in a span of three days and you haven’t even started on some of them. You knew it was going to be a long week of sleepless nights. You were fine with it though, this is what you wanted anyways. Right? 
“Hey angel, do you want to go out to the theater and go to dinner after?” Logan asks as he walks into the kitchen area. 
“I would love to, Lo, but I really have to work on all of these assignments. They are all due pretty soon and I don’t have much done,” you sigh.
“Oh come on Y/n, you’ve been working extremely hard and you deserve a break. Please, for me?” 
“I deserve a break after I finish these. It is important that I finish these. Please just let me finish.” 
“Ok, how about we just go out to dinner and skip the movie?” 
“Logan, don't you understand that I’m tired and I just want to be alone so I can finish these assignments. God, you are so annoying. Just stop bothering me, please.” you abruptly say. Logan, who was taken back by your rude outburst, just looks at you before walking into your shared room. 
You couldn’t focus on your work after Logan left, all you could think about was the look on his face after you yelled at him. You were running on a few hours of sleep and you knew that wasn’t an excuse, you felt awful. 
Walking to the bedroom you gently knock on the door, “Lo, can I come in?” 
“Go work on your assignments, I don’t want to talk” he says muffled. Ignoring his comment, you walk into the room anyway. 
“I’m really sorry Logan. You aren’t annoying, it was a bad thing for me to say. I’m just really tired and overwhelmed so I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have.” The tiredness suddenly hits you like a train and emotions are running high. 
“I’m really sorry Lo. I did not mean it and I really feel awful. I’m so sorry” you say, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. 
“Come here Y/n. I know you didn’t mean it, I also know how serious you take your studies so I shouldn’t have really asked you to step away from it for some stupid movie,” Logan says while pulling you into his lap. 
Burying you head into his chest, you can feel more tears fall. “I’m sorry for getting your shirt all wet”. 
“It’s okay. How about we get some take-out and I will try to help you with some of your work?” 
“I would really love that Lo, thank you.”
And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman
3- I read the comments
You knew that you would have to deal with all of Logan’s fans and others when you first started dating him. You knew that, you understood that, but what you couldn’t understand was the fact that they will scrutinize every single little detail about you. You didn’t understand why they didn’t do it to the other girlfriends, not that you wanted them to experience it, it just felt like you were singled out. Maybe the others did get all of this hate but they just hid it or covered it up well. That is something you would never be able to do. The comments were on your mind 24/7, it was all you could think about nowadays. 
Looking into the bathroom mirror, all you saw was the few stretch marks on your thighs and how much more you weighed compared to everyone else. Now you did not blame Logan for posting the picture of you two on a beach over the summer break. You blamed yourself. Why did you have to look like that? Why did you have to weigh what you did? Why did Logan date you and not someone skinnier? 
It was like a never ending spiral. Soon you were taking off your shirt to look at the ‘lumps’ on your stomach. Gently grabbing the skin, you pulled on it, imagining how much less you would weigh if you were to cut it off. Your eyes made it up to your boobs where some of the upper flesh was spilling out of the cups of your bra. ‘Tiger stripes’ were what Logan called them, you called them stretch marks and were embarrassed of them. Logan said that they were one of his favorite things about you, they were probably your least favorite thing about yourself. 
You didn’t even register the bathroom door opening until you made eye contact with Logan in the mirror. “What are you doing?” he asks as his eyes make their way over your breasts. 
“Oh, I was just- uhm, just…” you say, clearing your throat. 
“Doing what exactly?” 
“Do you ever read the comments on your Instagram posts?” you ask abruptly. 
“No not really, why?”
“Well I read the comments. Are you not embarrassed about me? To be seen with me? To post a picture of you beside a person like me?” 
“What are you talking about Y/n? I would never be embarrassed about you. I love you, don’t you know that?”
“Logan you shouldn’t be with someone who looks like a whale when they go to the beach or with someone who has stretch marks all over their body.” These were just two of the comments that seemed to run like a broken record in your mind. 
“What the hell? You look perfect, angel. In fact you are perfect Y/n. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Whoever put those silly ideas in your head should be embarrassed and ashamed of themselves for saying such things about a beautiful person. Now let me show you how much I love you.”
You can feel a faint blush rise to your cheeks as you turn off the bathroom light off, leaving your discarded shirt laying on the floor, and the bad idea in the air. 
And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman
+1- I crash and burn constantly
Another DNF in the books. Another podium for Oscar in the books. You felt torn between sickness and happiness. You felt awful for Logan as he wasn’t able to finish the race due to the bad conditions and felt sick to your stomach as his F1 career could be on the line, it was all he really dreamed about. But you felt happy for your long-time friend Oscar as he seems to be finding his spot within F1 with McLaren. 
You grab a water bottle on your way into Logan’s driver’s room. You don’t even knock. You just walk into the room and sit down on the couch. You look over to Logan and you don’t even dare to utter a word to him. You know he doesn’t want to talk about it so you don’t even bother with it. He looks up at you but quickly turns away and looks at his shoes resting in the corner of the room. 
Clearing his throat, he asks, “Did you go watch Oscar’s podium celebration?” 
“No” is all you say. 
“You should have. You should be out celebrating with him and Lily. Go and congratulate him, you shouldn’t be in here with me.” 
There was something just…off about him. “I doubt this would be the only opportunity to congratulate him.” 
“You’ll never get to congratulate me.” 
“You know that is not what I meant. I congratulate you after every race. There aren’t enough words to tell you how proud I am of you.” 
“You aren’t proud of me. You are proud of Oscar. You are just embarrassed of me. I’m lucky if I get to finish my race, let alone fight for a podium. I have been out-qualified by Alex every single damn time. I crash and burn everytime I get in that car and I’m fucking tired of it.” He lets out a shaky breath and runs his hands through his hair. “I’ll never be like Oscar, I’ll never be that ‘once in a generation talent’ and I don’t even have a chance at being the best rookie since Lewis. It’s too much pressure to even keep the car from hitting the wall,” he continues.
“I know I will never fully understand the pressure of being a F1 driver but I at least want to help. Help me understand what you are going through and we can work through this together. Please let me help you Logan, please,” you whisper. 
He walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to you, resting his head against your shoulder. You take a hold of his left hand and begin playing with his fingers. 
“I was fighting at the top with Oscar when all of a sudden I found myself being glad that I finished the race or even finishing P19 instead of P20 is a miracle. I just feel like I need to prove to everyone that I am capable of competing and having a seat in F1. I hate seeing how upset the mechanics get when I crash and the fact that they have to rebuild a whole damn car in a single night. And the memes and jokes, I hate seeing them. I know what a fucking kilometer is and I know that me and Oscar are now at total ends of the spectrum when it comes to results. It’s fucking hard to see everyone comparing me to him is those stupid videos.” Throughout his whole speech, you could hear multiple voice cracks. 
“Love, we all support you. Me, your family, your friends, the whole team, even Oscar supports you and only wants the best for you. Please believe that we are all so proud of you and what you have been able to accomplish.” You can feel a wet spot growing on your shoulder, when you look down you can see Logan trying to wipe his face. “It’s okay Lo, you will get the results that you want, you work so fucking hard and I know, with out a doubt, that you will achieve something great.” 
You kneel down infront of him and take his hands into your own. “Please trust me on that Logan, please.” 
“I trust you Y/n, 100%” 
And he breaks down, then I’m pullin’ him in. 
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mssgs-frm-th-strs · 5 months
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Thorned Lotus
Baizhu x m!reader
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I love Baizhu so much 😩
‼️TW‼️: Aphrodisiac (kinda), biting, praise, overstim, anal fingering, handjobs, multiple orgasms, breeding, bondage (arms bound while in a chair), SNAKES🐍🐍🐍, cum control/edging, crying reader
You sit in silence in the chair, your arms bound behind your back, tight enough to restrict the movement in your arms, but not so tight as to cut off circulation. The room is rather cold and the air is still, the only sound audible being your breathing. All you’re wearing is a pair of boxers and a black silk blindfold.
You see tiny slivers of light through the blindfold, but that’s about it. You turn your head, hearing footsteps from the door to your right. The door opens and you whine, jerking your body to the right to turn the chair to face him.
Baizhu chuckles softly. “Don’t get too excited now, you’ll fall in your chair…” He says, taking a firm grasp of your chair, turning you towards him. “There.”
“Baizhu, p-please…” You start, desperate to see him, to touch him.
“Ah, ah, ah, begging won’t get you anywhere…”
He puts his hand on your shoulder and you feel his snake slither onto you, causing goosebumps to raise from the cold creature. You whimper, learning your head to the opposite side of the snake.
“You remember Changsheng, right?”
“So warm, so needy, so… helpless…” The snake whispers with a shrill, high pitched tone. Her tongue tickles your neck as she curls around it. She isn’t constricting, but the thought that she might makes you hyperventilate just a bit.
“Oh, worry not, pet… She’s harmless… unless I tell her otherwise.” He says with a chuckle. “Changsheng, give us a moment won’t you?”
“Yes, master…” she replies, slithering down your bare chest, onto your thigh, and down your leg to the floor.
”Now where were we… Ah, yes…” He says, guiding your head to look up with his finger on your chin. You can see his silhouette through the blindfold, the bright light making it a bit more easy to see. He slides the blindfold off of you carefully. You wince, squint, and turn your head slightly downward to avoid the brightness but Baizhu keeps you looking up at him.
“There are those pretty eyes…” He utters, revealing his white teeth with a slight smirk. His golden eyes stare deep into yours as he runs his fingers along the side of your head. He leans towards you, finally gracing you with his kiss. You hungrily kiss back, struggling to pull your arms free from the ropes. But it’s no use. You’re not getting free until Baizhu says so.
He pulls away, abruptly turning your head to the side before sinking his teeth in your supple flesh. You cry out in pain, earning a smug chuckle from Baizhu.
“Oh, you poor boy… that’s only a taste of what you’re getting…” He says, feigning an apologetic tone. “If you can’t handle that then…” He chuckles once again. “Well, let’s just say there are going to be many more cries from you very soon…”
Baizhu’s smooth, slender fingers slide down your chest in a zigzagging motion, getting lower and lower until you feel them caressing your growing bulge.
You gasp as you feel cold metal press against your leg. You look down to see Baizhu holding a pair of scissors to your boxers, swiftly cutting straight through them.
“There we are,” He says, releasing your needy, dripping wet dick. "You look so beautiful like this..."
Baizhu comes to his knees and his dendro vision starts to glow. From the palm of his hand, a green apparition appears in the form of a snake.
"Baizhu, w-what're you..." You barely manage to squeak out before you find the apparition around your neck, exactly how Changsheng was.
"This'll sting a bit."
Right then, the snake bites down right where Baizhu bit you before. You shout in pain, struggling more violently in your restraints, but it's all in vain. The apparition disappears and you feel a searing heat grow in your veins, traveling through your body, all the way to your core. A new sense of lust and desire explodes within you, your body feels empty and without him in you.
He takes hold of your now hypersensitive dick, nothing but pure electricity shooting through your nerves.
"Baizhu!" You scream his name in agonized bliss, writhing in his clutches. You feel hot and the air feels thick and cloudy and all you can focus on is how bad him to touch you. To please you. To fuck you.
"My new concoction made from kalpalata lotuses and harra fruit from Sumeru... Like it?" He teases, knowing full well how much your body is aching for his.
"N-need you," You beg, your speech slurred. "I need you..."
"I know, I know dear... Oh, Archons, I'm going to enjoy this..."
He takes your dick into his warm, wet mouth, immediately causing a dry orgasm to shoot through you. You scream in ecstasy and throw your head back as you feel his fingers enter you, prompting another orgasm to shake you down to your core. You writhe and shiver and shake and whimper and whine and scream and cry and beg, but all you're doing is egging him on.
By now, you've had at least ten dry orgasms, but there's something Baizhu's doing that's keeping you from a full release.
"Please, Baizhu..." You sob, barely coherent, your cheeks soaked in tears. "Please, please, please..."
You look down at him for the first time since your initial orgasm and he looks up with that penetrating, golden gaze. You notice he has his pointer and middle fingers pressed firmly below your bellybutton, the tips of them glowing a bright green. That's what's keeping you just barely hanging over the precipice of release.
"N-need to cum, Baizhu," You whisper in tears. "Make me c-cum, please."
You can see the thought running through his head a million times as he contemplates granting your wish.
"Alright," He says with a cocky grin.
The ropes give way to your surprise, and you have no idea how, but you instantly take the opportunity to finally get out of the chair and fall to your knees before him, weak from overexertion and overstimulation. You kiss him, more tears roll down from your shut eyes, and melt under his skilled touch. He lays you down on the cold, hard floor and takes a second to wet his fingers with his saliva. You moan loudly once you feel him prepping your hole for his length, quickly getting silenced by another tender kiss.
Your hands, hungry for contact, undress his torso quickly, finally allowing you to trace every inch of his impressive form with your fingers. He sits up on his knees and unbuttons his pants. As he does so, his eyes study you and your desperate body, still a victim of his potion. You suddenly feel the warmth of his cock laid upon you. He takes your legs and lifts them effortlessly, pressing his tip upon your entrance.
"Are you ready, dear?" He asks in an attempt to extend your wait. Baizhu knows you don't just want it, you need it so bad.
"Y-yes, Baizhu, p-please I ca-"
Without wasting another second, he slowly begins to slide into you, replacing your words with a breathy moan emanating from your deepest depths. You kiss again, one of his hands around your neck with the other holding himself up. Your swollen, throbbing prostate makes contact with him and it feels like a touch from the gods themselves. You moan upon his lips as you already feel the orgasm upon you. The moment you've been waiting for is right there, just seconds out of reach.
Baizhu begins his rhythmic onslaught of thrusts, each one gaining more speed and momentum than the last. You moan louder, signaling your near orgasm and to your dismay, Baizhu stops it with a firm press of his fingers to the pressure point below your bellybutton. You cry out in despair. It's right there, you're so close, "Please!" you scream into his mouth, crying once more. Your body is burning hot, all it wants is one thing.
"Not yet, darling, just a little longer," Baizhu replies to your pleas, almost certainly reaching his limits well.
Over and over again, he thrusts into you, relishing the sensation of your warmth and wetness around his cock. The sounds he makes with each plunge into your depths make it worth it, you love making that formal, stoic persona of his shatter to reveal his carnal, desperate, pleasure-motivated side. As he slowly begins to let go, you can feel the firm push upon your pressure point weakening, your orgasm creeping up on you once again. You can tell his isn't too far away either.
He pulls off of your lips to look into your eyes, seeing nothing but pure love behind them. He suddenly shuts them and his breath hitches, making yours stop as well. With one mighty thrust, his orgasm, as well as your own, explodes inside you, painting your inner walls with his load. You shut your eyes and just let go, sounds ecstasy escape your mouth and pure, hot electricity shoots from the tip of your dick, covering both you and Baizhu in hours of stored cum.
He kisses you tenderly as you lay there, spent of any and all energy. The effects of his potion wear off, finally, and you kiss Baizhu back, matching the tenderness of his kiss.
"I love you," He whispers, filling you with a warmth that you've never felt before. A smile dances upon your lips as you kiss him again and again and again.
🎬🎬🎬
Ok I really like this one, I hope you guys do too!! Baizhu is so pretty I love him
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you-have-a-metal-arm · 2 months
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Don’t You Ever Leave Me, Don’t You Ever Go.
Pairing: Bestfriend!Bucky x Bestfriend!Reader, Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 0.7k (723 words)
Trope: Best friends to lovers, hurt and comfort
Warnings: Toothrotting amount of fluff, nightmares and insecurities, mentions of Steve, and… I think that’s it?
Summary: Bucky wakes up from a nightmare, and you are there to comfort him.
Author’s Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. I appreciate every feedbacks! Thank you for reading!
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“Please… Please leave me alone...”
You heard a soft murmur followed by multiple screams from your room. It was coming from the other side of the hallway, exactly where Bucky’s room was.
‘I thought he was getting better…’
You thought to yourself because your best friend’s night terror hadn’t woken you up for over a week by now. But, oh boy, how wrong you were. As soon as you heard him starting to hyperventilate, you ran to his room.
“Bucky, hey, wake up.”
You shook him to wake him up, but it was no use. He was in deep sleep even though all the monsters were messing with his head.
“Bucky!! Please, I need you to wake up.”
You said with a more demanding tone while shaking him harder than usual. He woke up, sweat dripping down all over his face and his hands frantically shaking as he tried to touch you with his hands.
“Another nightmare, huh?”
 You asked him with a gentle tone, hoping it wouldn’t startle him.
He just nodded in reply and looked away from your face. He was too scared to look at you and see the hurt in your eyes from seeing him so messed up. But you took Bucky’s face with two tiny hands and gently tugged him to look at you.
“Buckaroo, what’s wrong?”
You asked, knowing he wouldn’t open up.
“Nothing”
He replied, as you expected.
“We promised Bucky, remember? We promised each other that we’d tell each other whatever was happening in our heads. And I promise you I will never judge or leave you for anything. I promise.”
You whispered, keeping eye contact, hoping he could feel your honesty. He just nodded and smiled to assure you he was okay. But you could see it from his eyes that he wasn’t. After all, you two have been each other’s soulmates for the past three years. So you quietly hugged Bucky’s torso, and to your surprise, Bucky gently laid his head on your chest, feeling your embrace with every nerve of his body.
“You aren’t going to leave me, are you?”
He whispered so quietly yet rapidly that you almost couldn’t hear it.
“What do you mean?”
You asked in confusion.
“You’re not going to leave me… Right?”
“Why would I ever leave you, Buck?”
“‘Cause you will someday find a true love, and you’ll leave me for them, just like Steve did.”
You knew Steve’s absence made Bucky fall into his dark thoughts again, but you didn’t realize he was suffering this much. You felt so bad for him that you left him with his mind running all over the place, spiraling with all kinds of scenarios that would never even happen.
“Bucky… I love you.”
You told him while you were massaging his scalp.
“Don’t say that. You’re saying that to make me feel good.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re only saying that to make me feel better, right?”
“Buck… we’ve been telling each other ‘I love you’s for about two years. What are you talking about?”
“I love you, but it’s- it’s different.”
“What do you mean it’s different?”
“I- I- I love you Y/N, and it’s a feeling I’ve never felt before- it’s like butterflies- it’s like someone is drawing inside my stomach when I look into your eyes, my heart flutters, and I can feel my face turn red, and I know that’s not what you should feel to your best friend, and I’m sorry- I’m sorry that I’m ruining this whole thing up with the stupid little feelings… God… I’m so sorry.”
Your brain instantly clicked as you heard him sob in your arms. You gently cupped his face, and you softly kissed his lips. You felt Bucky getting all tense, but a while later, you could feel Bucky kissing you back, pulling your hair fondly. To you, he smelled like peppermint and salt, probably from sweating from the nightmare, and to him, you smelled like strawberry.
After you broke the kiss, you two started grinning as if you were a child again.
“That was… good.”
The both of you stated together.
You held Bucky into a warm embrace, hugging him from behind. Playing with his hair and whispering sweet nothings. That night was the best sleep you two have ever had in your entire lives.
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Thank you for reading 🖤🖤
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kyojurismo · 11 months
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Hi! I hope you’re doing good!
I was wondering if your requests are open. If they are, could I please request headcanons of how douma, yoriichi and kyojuro would react to reader wearing something revealing in a public event? It could be a party, or a date, it’s up to you! Would they get more jealous or turned on?
I’m sorry if my english is kind of bad! And it’s fine if you don’t write for some of them!
Drink water and keep slaying author-chan!
▸ ANSWERING. oh your english is fine dw !! it’s my first time writing for yoriichi and i fear that he’s out of character… i apologise just in case um, here it is by the way <3
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▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba
▸ CHARACTERS. douma (upper rank two) x fem!reader, kyojuro rengoku x fem!reader, yoriichi tsugikuni x fem!reader
▸ RATING. nsfw
▸ WARNINGS. modern eu! mild smut (or better: horrible smut lol), jealousy, fingering, kissing, not proofread
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okay important, for the ambience imagine one of those round party tables pls. it’s super important in kyojuro’s part or else it won’t make sense. that being said, they’re like attending a party for some sort of birthday celebration or like graduation stuff idk, it’s up to you really
DOUMA
i personally think he would get jealous
but it passes soon because he kinda starts clinging to your side more than usual as to mark his territory
he can’t help but stare at you
SiDEeYE to whoever stares longer than 2 seconds
douma grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss when someone isn’t getting a hint
you’re too stunned to speak after every single kiss
he would take you to the bathroom 🫢
get ready for two things:
1 you won’t see your panties till you get home because they now belong to his pocket
2 stare at your reflection while douma’s gripping your hips and making you see stars
“fuck . . . you look amazing tonight,” he whimpers into your hear, one of his hand wrapped around your neck.
[i’m so down bad for him i just wanna hear douma moan]
needless to say, you’re a mess and douma seems more satisfied than usual
“my beautiful, beautiful woman,” he mutters once you turn around to face him and he gently caress your cheek before kissing your parted lips
KYOJURO RENGOKU
now, kyojuro would be too stunned to speak
he’s hyperventilating on the inside
“darling, you . . . woah, you’re stunning.”
he doesn’t really get that jealous but he too would make sure to let others understand that he’s your boyfriend
coff coff fingering under the table coff coff
kyojuro’s damned skilled fingers
you’re gripping his thigh so hard you’re almost ripping his pants
kyojuro literally started fingering you to discourage those who were staring too long at your figure
and when he licks his finger clean as if nothing happened
“i really want a kiss,” he pleads, staring at you with those gold orbs. you glance at him, “you’re unbelievable.”
of course you give him a little peck on the lips a few moments later, making him smile
he’s holding your hand for the rest of the night, randomly kissing your cheek some times
YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI
man’s on a mission.
doesn’t let anyone stare at you for too long
he doesn’t need to talk or do anything, they simply meet his eyes and look away
it’s amazing because the moment he meets your soft eyes he turns into a puppy
you kiss his chin and smile at him, as if you were oblivious to the hungry eyes surrounding you
you rest your cheek against his arm, enjoying your time with yoriichi
he’s jealous but not that kind of jealous, y’know?
yoriichi hides it well, he’s not one to cause a scene or get the two of you in troubles
but the moment you get home you don’t even get the time to say “it was a fun night . . .” that yoriichi has your back against the nearest wall and is devouring your lips
he’s gently holding your face, about to moan right into your mouth. one of his hands sneaks between your legs but you’re wet enough from the whole make out session that you quickly unzip his pants and pull it down. yoriichi catches up quickly and lift you off the ground before finally sinking into your warm and welcoming cunt. you moan against his lips and tug at his hair, getting lost in the pleasure once he starts thrusting his hips
“you were so beautiful everyone was staring at you, petal,” he smiles against your neck, his ears blessed by your cute little moans. “i love you– shit.”
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▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what is this? idk kdjfjf i hope you enjoyed it by the way, have a good day / night <3
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lovetei · 6 months
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Okay so, someone headcanon that Lucifer interact with Cerberus very seriously like no baby talk or any normal petowners behaviour…? This is actually kinda canon now? In the recent Lucifer’s card. He be trying to get his lepus doing smth by acting like they’re business partners and the lepus keeps electrocuting him in the progress lol.
And just imagine MC being the lovely troublemaker they are keep sneaking in the underground tomb to see Cerberus to give him belly rubs, snacks and all of the things Lucifer didn’t do because MC feels bad cuz Cerberus can’t experience all the “good boys stuff” he deserves
Then one day, Cerberus just break out and just running around the house to find MC cuz they forgot to give Cerberus his daily without Lucifer knowing snacks, and daily cuddle too! What a crime. How would the bros react to that?
I was surprised Fluff and crack dominated the poll I created last post 😭
But this cute as hell.
I'm back on my long post era :b
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MC who thinks Cerberus is just a giant puppy that deserves love cause he's a good boy
Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, long post, Mentions of starving, Mentions of eye bags, Mentions of some real threats
Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters
Links: Masterlist
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LUCIFER:
He's a very serious pet owner
He doesn't punish his pet though, no fasting or whips just some soft scolding and lecturing
On the other hand, there's you who as a pet fever, always hyperventilating when you see Cerberus
He figured that you might turn his stoic and monstrous three headed dog into some giant puppy
So he made sure that he adds one more barrier, specifically preventing you from entering the tomb
But guess what? You're the shit.
Ain't no barrier gonna stop you.
So you sneak out late at night while struggling to hold all the large sized snacks you starved yourself to get your hands on just make Cerberus feel like the good boy he is.
Of course, Lucifer noticed this but he's not really sure and he does not want to confront you about this.
Like, what if you're not actually going to the tomb to pet and give Cerberus belly rubs? He'll look like a fool.
But it just kept getting worse.
The eyebags around your eyes
And how Cerberus gets more and more whiney
What the fuck is on about you two
So as a punishment, he decided to give you a break (Wow)
You're not allowed to leave your room until the dark circles under your eyes disappear.
And to his surprise, and prediction, Cerberus managed to break out of the magic he applied on the tomb that prevents him fron going out without his permission
He's both disspointed and proud.
Disspointed because his dog is disobeying and proud because his dog is actually really strong.
And as to his guesses, he ran up straight to the HOL and broke the door open.
And just like in those movies
You guys met halfway and life dramatically cried out as if Lucifer prevented two lovers from meeting each other.
He's just standing on the background like :l
Cause he expected this much.
MAMMON:
He liked the dog don't get him wrong
It's just that, he's not as crazy as you are about them
Plus that three headed tree pisser tried to kill him multiple times
And he's NOT happy about it
It's not like he can get any time to bond with the dog too since Lucifer is keeping a tight leash on him both literally and figuratively.
That might stop him
But not you
As your first man, he already know you're up to something the moment he saw you, through his crows, carrying large sizes of food, now human food, dog food.
He also knows that you're someone who don't actually want someone to know about this little secret of yours
So he just kept quite and stood at the bay
Watching you sneak around the house, trying to get to the tomb by yourself
Who knows? Something might go wrong and he needs to be by your side to save you as your babysitter and as your first man.
He started getting worried as soon as he saw those eye bags though
So he admitted that he knows what you're up to and suggested that you stop
You got mad
Of course
He knew it
He snitched on you by the way
He didn't straight up told Lucifer that you're going out to meet Cerberus
He just pointed out that you have like the worse eye bags ever and subtly said that you might be on some late night rendezvous.
He's glad that Lucifer gave you that time out.
He's sorry for snitching on you too but your health comes first before some belly rubs and dog treats.
When he heard the door of HOL crashing down though
He knew damn well who it was
He actually opened (broke) the door for you.
LEVIATHAN:
He's not that much of a dog person
More on reptiles and amphibians
But he understands why you're all crazy about dogs
I mean it's a common thing among humans right?
He's pretty sure Lucifer won't let you near Cerberus though since all about the string, guard dogs type while you're all down for cutesy belly rubs and treats.
Then one night, when he's about to get water after playing video games all night he saw you
Sneaking out
And he thought "What if MC actually have a hidden identity like in those anime?! That would be so cool!"
And so he followed you
And saw Mammon following you too
Mammon explained what's happening to him.
He's actually surprised you would go this far.
He started following you every night too of course
Even though he knows that you can knock out Cerberus with a single hit if you're actually serious
He even started watching anime about dogs and reading managas about them too then recommending them to you
He just loves the expression you make when you're so excited and your heart is melting because of the cute illustrations.
Wait
Is Mammon snitching?! On you?!
He's surprised cause, what the fuck, he's actually the last person he thought will snitch on you
It's understandable though, 'cause he's actually near on doing the same.
He's just glad that you got mad on Mammon instead of him
So you got your rest and you're not mad at him, it's a win win for him.
He also got to record the whole dramatic reunion between you and Cerberus.
SATAN:
He's a cat person
He can barely care
About Lucifer and his pet
But if it's you then... Maybe he can bare with it.
He just loves how you look at dogs like how he looks at cats.
You guys really are soul mates.
But why would you starve yourself for dog foods..?
He got a little mad because of it but he knows you just love Cerberus so much
And that you want to treat him like the good puppy he is because the so good Lucifer FAILED to do so.
He knows you're sneaking in and out of HOL to go in the tomb and meet Cerberus
He applied a few spells that made you seem more approachable to animals and be more sneaky without you knowing too.
But his guts are just telling him to close this book and follow you.
And so he did.
And he saw not one,
But two of his brothers trying to act sneaky and following you down to the tomb you knowing
He didn't expect this to be honest
He thought Mammon would be too dumb to find out and Levi will be watching too many animes and play too many games to even notice.
But he guess he underestimated their feelings for you
That doesn't mean his is in any way less than them though
That's why he's here
Although he knows that Lucifer would find out sooner or later
He didn't expect Mammon to be dropping hints when you're his absolute partner in crimes
What a traitor
He would've killed him and fed him to his crows if he did that to him.
But he knows that Mammon is just as worried as he is
Plus he knows to himself that he will be telling you to Lucifer if this gets any worse.
So he is really no better than Mammon
Putting you on some sort of time out and forcing you to rest is a good way of punishment, he expected it, Lucifer spoiling you.
But Cerberus barging in the HOL is not something he thought would happen.
He knows how disciplined Cerberus is, he's Lucifer's pet after all.
He also thought the dramatic meeting was cute and he chuckled a bit.
ASMODEUS:
Oh... Dogs?
He doesn't like stray fur on his clothes though...
But he guess he can understand you.
Cerberus is indeed one big, fluffy dog after all.
Despite being locked down inside the tomb
Cerberus is actually squeaky clean and always smells good.
He's one of the dogs Asmo will be okay being close to.
He can understand you buying him treats and sneak one or a couple of times
But sneaking out in the middle of the night just to give him treats and belly rubs?
Even starving yourself to buy him food is outrageous
You could've asked him for help, he has all these money from modeling just rotting away
Waiting to get spend on some shoes and pearls.
Like Mammon, he dropped subtle hints, commenting on your eye bags but Lucifer seems to not take him seriously as he thinks that Asmo points out even the slightest difference.
He's dissapointed, he means, it's your health on the line here!
So he resorted into confronting you
He thought that maybe following you to your late night sneak outs and pretending to catch you will work
He didn't expect Mammon, Levi and Satan following you too though
He's looking at them all shock cause what the fuck?
And then when he's about to scream Satan just pulled him and covered his mouth with his hand.
When you're about to leave though, he tried to break free from Satan's grasp and proceed with his plans but instead earned shushes from everyone.
Out of all people
He didn't expect Mammon to snitch on you
He actually thought that Cerberus snitching on you is higher than Mammon telling you on.
But he's glad to hear that you're under house arrest and is prohibited from tiring yourself
You really need this rest, honey.
He's one of the people that took care of you that day, actually.
He painted your nairs and gave you a spa day inside the bathroom.
And then he heard a loud crash
He just rolled his eyes and stopped fanning your wet finger nails and just let you run out of the room
He must confess he thinks the reunion is dramatic but it was cute
All the heads of Cerberus whining and crying
But your nails dear!
BEELZEBUB:
Beel loves Cerberus too!
It's just sad that Lucifer won't leg him take care of him as much as he wants to
Cerberus' main job is to protect the tomb where their grimoires are located at so he understands why.
Lucifer doesn't want Cerberus to end up all cutesy greeting each 'visitor' that enters the tomb like he's friends with them
He want Cerberus to not even think twice and attack anyone who would enter the tomb except Lucifer himself.
But aside Lucifer, Beel is the second most close to Cerberus as he's the one that take him to walks most of the time
And when he found out that you like dogs too
Specifically Cerberus
He looked at you with obvious adoration in his eyes
Cause, finally, someone can get him
He wants to treat Cerberus like a good boy too almost just as much as you but Lucifer won't let him
But you have a plan?!
Wait, why are you starving yourself..?
That's bad...
If you just want to buy Cerberus dog food and treats you can use his money
But why do you insist that you want to buy his food yourself?
By what money? The money you got from starving yourself?
He knows he can't stop you though
So he just cooked extra portions when he's on duty and insisted that you share foods with him
So, problem number one solved
But now there's another problem
And it's you sneaking out late at night just to feed Cerberus!
Look at yourself MC!
You barely get any sleep!
He actually decided to start feeding Cerberus himself after he saw the dark circles under your eyes
But after he saw Mammon, Levi, Satan and Asmo hiding behind a big rock he already knows he's late and that you're in the tomb again
When Asmo tried to go out and confront you though
His heart dropped
Cause "What if MC thought were stalkers?!" "MC will think we're controlling!"
Though, Mammon snitching on you is something he expected
People might think that he'll die loyal and never snitch on you but he knows better than that
He knows that Mammon will put your health above everything and would snitch if needed
For him, house arrest is a light and well thought punishment
He doesn't know why you need to receive it though
He means, you did nothing wrong, you just feed and play with the dog
He thinks the dramatic meet up is cute too!
He's standing on the background looking like ^^
BELPHEGOR:
He likes Cerberus
He has fluffy fur and would carry him when their together
He's unbelievably large too so he's like a giant, moving bed for Belphie
And he understand why you would go crazy over Cerberus
He is indeed one of a kind considering how he has three heads
But he can't understand why you would go through such lengths just to play with the dog
Don't get him wrong, he knows that you like Cerberus and sees him as a giant puppy
But Cerberus guards their grimoire and that grimoire is very important to them
So he's also one of the people that actually prevents you from going in the tomb to play with the hell hound
Lucifer trained them to be a strict guard dog for a reason
And he knows it and it's for his own good too
Though, he knows his explanations won't stop you considering how you're starving yourself to buy him dog food and toys
And even wake up late at night just to sneak out and give it to Cerberus
He wants to protect you of course
Cerberus is still a hell hound that's above thrice your size
So he did the unthinkable and stayed up late
Wanting to spy on you
He saw you sneaking your way down the hallway and so he decided to follow you
And then he saw them
Not Cerberus
But Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo and even Beel spying on you too
He guess he underestimated them
He just joined them behind the rock though and rested on Beel's shoulder
He's more assured now since his brothers are watching over you too
But when he heard the sudden rustle made by Asmo trying to struggle to confront you
His eyes shot open and helped Satan on strangling him down
Hell, he almost turned to his demon form
You falling ill is something he's scared of, but you getting mad at him is another
And both are as bad as the other
Actually, the way he glares at Asmo as Satan covers his mouth is terrifying
He might as well just point a knife at his neck at this point
And then the next morning what woke him up is not Lucifer
But the door of their house falling down and creating a loud thud
And is followed by loud howls and whines he knows too well
He's wide awake now and is staring at the two of you, dramatically hugging each other as if Lucifer kept you away from each other for years
Wait
What
Mammon snitched on you?!
Oh... So you've been on an house arrest since earlier this morning and not even a day passed and Cerberus is already running after you?
Wow
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generalllimaginesss · 3 months
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"If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you” with Jack.
I can only imagine what it would be like to have fans attack you if you were publicly dating him. I feel like Jack is so conscious of this. And he’s just soft boyfriend Jack trying to block out the unnecessary noise.
Maybe they just went public and she’s getting a lot of hate and it’s making her insecure. And Jack reminds her that it’s just them against the world and the only people whose opinions matter are their family and friends who love her.
Warnings: self depreciation, insecurities, self image issues, etc. Please don't read if you're not in a good headspace!!!
This is probably my favorite thing that I’ve written. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!
plus size! reader x Jack Hughes
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You knew that dating somebody in the limelight would have its challenges. Hell, dating an average person was hard. But nothing could have prepared you for the magnitude of hate that hit as soon as Jack went public with your relationship.
It wasn't like the relationship was new. The two of you had been dating for almost a year before he decided to post you on his Instagram. You let Jack set the pace since he was used to the attention. He could let things go in one ear and out the other a lot easier than you could. He was almost conditioned to be able to do that. You, on the other hand, took everything very personally. Every comment about your weight, about what you wore, about how Jack looked miserable with you, they all hit you like a ton of bricks.
You didn't understand why all of these people were coming at you saying so many horrible things, but Jack tried his best to ease your mind and remind you that at the end of the day it was you and him.
He did a really good job at this normally, but he was away on a roadie for a few days and things began to get really bad. This started when you saw a fan account for Jack post something about how Jack downgraded from Sienna to you and all of the comments agreeing.
It was like a rabbit hole...once you clicked on that post it led you to many others. They all made you feel like shit, but when people started commenting on your body, saying that they "didn't know Jack dated plus size girls," it hurt. Your body was yours. It wasn't like you could just zip it off and find a new one, but if you could you would, just to shut the comments up.
You spent the 3 days Jack was gone in a really dark depression. No laundry was done, you hadn't showered, and you barely could make yourself get out of bed to brush your teeth. Dishes piled in the sink, but you couldn't make yourself do them. You knew the signs of your depression, but you welcomed them in a way, almost like a coping mechanism. Not allowing people to see you was the only way the haters couldn't get new material. Was it a healthy way to cope? Obviously not, but it was what worked in the moment.
As soon as Jack walked through the front door, returning from the games, he could tell something wasn't right. You always kept up with the chores when he was away, normally making the house spotless before he got back. So when he saw the state of the kitchen and eventually the rest of the house, he knew something was off.
When he walked into the bedroom and saw that you were pretty much in the same spot he left you in he immediately dropped his bags and climbed into the bed with you, forcing you to look at him.
He gently shifted your body to face him, cupping your cheek gently with his hand.
"Baby, what happened," He made note of the streaks that stained your face, probably from countless hours of crying. He wanted to make them disappear immediately. You were his happy-go-lucky, carefree girl. You danced around the house all the time, singing whatever song was playing. This side of you was uncharted territory that he wanted to take away so bad.
"I just need you to hold me," You began to hyperventilate, worried that if he didn't hold you that he would leave you. Even though that would never in a million years cross his mind. But he did as you asked, and whether it was for 5 minutes or 30 minutes, he didn't know. He held you until you pulled away.
"Can we talk about it?" Jack asked, pulling the hair that crusted on your cheek from the tears out of your face. He treated you like you were fragile, and you hated that he felt that way.
"It's just the comments, Jack. I'm already insecure sometimes and these people come at me in so many horrible ways," You began to explain, loose tears streaming down your face, but you were composed otherwise.
"They compare me to Sienna, and God, I know I'm not as pretty as her. They tell me I'm fat and that they didn't know you dated "fat" girls. It's just insane. Do they not realize that I actually am a real person with real emotions? Do they know that I've believed, at some point in time, the things they are saying? I've worked so hard to get to this place where I'm at, to love who I am, and within the span of 3 days they just tear it all down," You let the words just flow from your mouth, whatever thought that comes to mind is voiced to Jack.
"Baby, they don't care. They don't care because they're jealous," He tries to soothe you, but it almost made you mad. Not at Jack, but at the whole situation.
"What the fuck are they jealous of? My thighs that I cover with leggings and pants so that I won't have to go through the pain of them chafing? Are they jealous of the fucking stretch marks that go up my stomach, so I refuse to wear regular bikini bottoms? I mean what the fuck, do they want my anxiety and depression? I will gladly give them that..." The tears were beginning to pick up, but Jack continued to rub your back, waiting to get the chance to speak again.
"I know you could have any girl you wanted. It makes me sick when I see some blonde walk past that looks like she stepped out of a magazine because I know that's what you deserve. You don't deserve this. You're Jack fucking Hughes," You looked at him, your lip quivering. You were going to say something else, but Jack put his finger on your lips, gently stopping you from continuing.
"You gotta stop that. I can't let you keep putting yourself down like this, not when I love you with my whole fucking heart," He began.
"First off, I had that. I had whatever you consider a girl walking out of a magazine is. Look how that turned out. It didn't, did it? You don't look like Sienna, and I'm so fucking glad because I don't want her kind of beautiful. I want your kind. I want to see all of the things on your body that show me that you lived. I don't want some manufactured cookie-cutter girlfriend. I want somebody that nobody else has," He pulled you in for a hug, continuing to talk while placing kisses ever so gently on your cheek and neck, looking out the window at the busyness that was the outside world. All he could think about was how you didn't see what he saw. Why couldn't you see it?
"Baby, I want you to realize something. If the entire human population was in front of me, I'd still choose you. Without a second thought, with no regrets. Every. Single. Time. You have such a special relationship with my brothers and that means the absolute world to me. They love you so much. My parents tell me I should marry you anytime that you come up in the conversation. The entire team has commented on how much happier I am with you. And if I'm being completely honest, at the end of the day I don't give a damn what anybody else has to say because it's me and you until the end. Do you understand me?" He broke the hug, cupping your face with both hands and wiping at the tears with his thumbs.
"I love you," You whisper, your voice long gone by now.
Jack pulls your forehead toward his lips, kissing it for a few seconds before letting your head go.
"I love you, too. More than you, or anybody else, will ever know. Now, I think we could go for some cleaning karaoke, yeah? I'll wash the dishes if you'll dry them," He poked at your side, trying, and succeeding, in forcing a grin on your face.
"Only if we can get a shower together afterwards," You bargained, taking in the beautiful boy.
"Deal," He says and drags you off to the kitchen, connecting his phone the the speaker and blaring Dierks Bentley's new song "Beer at My Funeral," occasionally twirling you in a circle.
The water may or may not have gotten everywhere since Jack decided it was a good idea to spray you with the hose that connected to the sink, but he enjoyed every second that he got chased by you around the island.
Once the dishes were put up and the shower washed away the remaining bit of your depression, Jack couldn't help but to just admire you. He promised himself then that he would remind you so often of how beautiful you were so that would be the only words ringing through your head, taking up any space that the hate may have. Because it was true. You were the most beautiful and precious thing that had ever walked into his life, and he'd be damned if anyone made you feel otherwise.
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on the prompt list 2 of angst "you're being mean." gives very much that little women scene but maybe with a happy ending cuz I wanna stay with Peter 🙏🙏🙏 I love that man - 🎀
Breathe
--genre: angst & fluff (at the end)
--pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader
--word count: 1.3k
--warnings: language, reader has a slight panic attack, hyperventilating, peter is a big meanie in this, mention of wilson fisk (fuck that guy LOL).
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--gif credits: @sincericida (aka the best)
At this moment, you wish you could time travel back to fifteen minutes ago. Fifteen minutes ago, you were lounging on the couch. Fifteen minutes ago, you were in the middle of the TV show you’ve been binging for the past week. Fifteen minutes ago, you were at peace, sort of. 
Peter has been pushing himself past his limit for a while now. He would go out to patrol at night, come back well after midnight, and fall asleep on the couch. During the day, he’s off to work before you wake up. And if you do see him in the morning, he barely acknowledges your presence. Even though you two live together, it feels like you haven’t seen him in a few weeks. 
But now, you wish you didn’t see him tonight. His mood was sour as soon as he slipped through the window. He’s home early tonight. You look over to the clock beside you, the digital lines showing you that it was only eleven. You paused the show, calling out to him over your shoulder, “Hey, Pete! You’re home early.”
You were met with no response, only his heavy footsteps leading to your shared bedroom. You frown slightly as you rise to your feet, following him. He flips on the light when he enters the room, you gasp at the sight. He’s covered in dirt from head to toe, even some of it caking onto the grooves of his suit. 
He was holding his mask in his hand before he tossed it to the corner of the room. He starts to undress, and the more he pulls and pushes off his suit, the more you can see how blank his face is. He was standing in front of the mirror, but his eyes weren’t focused on anything. He just had this blank stare. 
You slowly walk up to him, before speaking, “Baby? Can I get you any water or anything?” Your tone was soft and cautious. You didn’t know what state he was in, the last time he was like this was a few years ago, right when he first started being the ‘friendly neighborhood Spider-Man’. Granted, you two were just friends at the time. It took him a while to come back to his normal self, but he was responsive throughout the entire time. And now, he still doesn’t answer you. 
You try again, “Hey, Peter…Let me help—”. 
“Fuck! No (Y/N), just get out! You’re starting to piss me the fuck off.”
A small gasp escapes your lips, as you take a step back out of surprise. He’s never yelled at you like this, but now that he has, you hated how it made you feel. Tears instantly well into your eyes as you try to maintain your composure. 
He’s now fully stripped from his suit, he leaves it on the ground when he starts to grab a change of clothes from the drawer next to him. You can’t help but look at his demeanor. He’s frantic and angry, and based on the slouch on his shoulders, he’s tired. You must’ve zoned out because Peter spots you still standing there looking at him, he walks over to you when he slips a shirt over his head. “Hey,” he is now directly in front of you, “are you stupid? I said, get—”. 
It’s you who cuts him off this time, you speak, still soft, “You’re being mean, Peter.” 
Now that Peter’s in front of you, he can see you clearly, his mind no longer jaded with the fog that came with patrolling. Your eyes are spilling tears down your cheeks while you try to hold back the sounds that come with sobs. It’s like Peter has been slammed with reality as soon as he made eye contact with you. And just like that, he realized what he said to you not even a minute ago. “Bug…I am so sorry,” he goes in for a hug, fully expecting to be met with your figure until you step back. 
He looks at you, your demeanor clearly shows that you don’t accept his apology just yet. “What has been going on with you these past weeks? Why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me, huh? Why!” You yell at him, your emotions coating your throat with anger. 
You can’t help but push at his chest with as much strength as you can muster. Of course, you at your strongest wouldn’t even leave a dent in Peter. Fuck his stupid super strength. Nonetheless, you still tried to hurt him the same way he did for weeks. Your cries echo off the walls. 
Peter hated seeing you like this, and it kills him to think that he was the one that caused this. He could see that you were draining yourself as you tried to punch and push him. He softly grabbed your wrists, pausing your movements, as you cried out, “You made–made me feel like I was invisible, and I hated that feeling Peter.” 
With Peter still holding you, you sink to the floor. Your body was exhausted. As you fell, Peter sank with you, making sure you didn’t hit the floor. Your breathing is still choppy, not quite catching a good breath, you could feel Peter push stray hairs that have fallen into your face behind your ear. 
“(Y/N), I am so sorry. Fisk has been fucking up my nights, and now my days. He’s getting closer and closer to you, and it scares the shit out of me, bug. I know that’s not an excuse for anything I’ve done or said to you, but please I need you to take a breath for me. Please,” his voice starts to shake as he opens up to you. 
It takes you a second before you can take a proper breath, Peter’s hand rubbing up and down your back as you do. His movements are slow as he takes his time with you. He’s trying so hard to make up for the time he’s spent avoiding you. He takes you all in, even in your current state. Peter can’t help but think about how stupid he’s been. He hasn’t even considered how you’ve been feeling while he thought he was protecting you. You had no idea. How could you? 
Once you’ve regained your breath, you look up at Peter, who has been looking at you this entire time. “Pete,” you start, holding his face, “you can’t leave me in the dark with these things. We’re a team. You can tell me when things get rough, baby. You don’t need to let it fester in your mind until something like this happens again. Let me help you, Peter. Let me in.”
With your hand still holding his cheek, he brings his own to hold it in place, sinking into your touch. He nods as tears prick into his eyes. “I’m sorry, bug. I am so fucking sorry,” his tears fall onto his cheeks as you wipe them away. 
You pull his forehead to touch yours, closing your eyes as you take a breath as he’s here with you, “We’ll figure this out. I promise you we will. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“I love you,” he whispers.
You pull away from his touch, just to reconnect it through a deep kiss. You could taste the salt on his lips from the tears that made their way to them, but you didn’t care. Pulling away, you flash him a small smile, “I love you too.”
--author's note: okay pause, because this was supposed to be just a little blurb, but i couldn't resist. i am a huge sucker for angsty things, so i LOVED this. also, wanting to stay with peter is so real bc he's so bf coded...ANYWAYS thank you 🎀 anon for requesting yet another banger omg. my inbox/request are open!!! also my 200 follower celebration is ending soon, so send in those requests! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you love what you read. okay, ily bye<333
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roses-r-rosie3 · 2 months
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Fantasize
Yandere!Golden Boy!OC x M!Reader
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Warnings: Yandre (Obvi), Murder, stalking, Malakai is a bit delulu, light nsfw, reader is bisexual
Oc Name: Malakai Mazurek (Top Left)
Summary: Malakai was perfect in every way, he had no flaws. He was the golden boy of the campus, and then you arrived. Malakai was mesmerized he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, so he starts to do what any psychopath normal would do and starts to stalk you! He soon finds out that you are already in a relationship and that doesn’t make him happy. So instead of moving on, he decides to… get rid of her
Quote: “This is what happens to filthy sluts when they get in my way”
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Malakai was the definition of a ‘Golden Boy’. I mean he was literally perfect! Perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect social life, perfect personality, everything about him was just perfect! He had no flaws! It was a surprise to everyone on campus when they found out he wasn’t in a relationship.
But the truth was, he wasn’t really interested in a relationship, he would’ve much rather focus on his schoolwork and on graduating. Well at least, he used to. Ever since you joined the college campus, Malakai couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He would try to talk to you, but he would get too nervous and just end up following you like some lost puppy.
From then on, Malakai’s whole life revolved around what you did. You were about to be late to class? Not to worry! He would gently knock on your window to wake you up before running away. A professor was getting on your nerves? He’s already on it! Next thing you knew, the professor has mysteriously gone missing and your grades start to go up again!
Of course with all that work and devotion came some consequences. Malakai’s own grades were starting to plummet, he would almost never show up to class, and he would constantly ditch his friends because he was “too tired”. You were his only goal in life from now on. School? Pshh! Who cares about school when you can have a lover!
Eventually, after all the stalking and killing Malakai finally built up the courage and finally tried to interact with you for the first time! It was during a class that you shared with him, and he decided to sit next to you. As the professor was talking, all Malakai could think about was you. He could smell your cologne lingering around his nostrils and your sharp but soft eyes looking at your notebook and taking notes on what the professor was teaching.
But while Malakai was too busy oogling you, he hadn’t realized how much time went by and class was already halfway over! He was stressing internally. He had to think of an excuse to talk to you and quick! Suddenly he thought of an idea.
He gently tapped your shoulders and you looked at him with a soft friendly gaze. He felt butterflies in his stomach at this point and he was panicking, trying to think of something to say.
‘Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! He’s actually looking at me! He’s so fucking cute!!! I could just kiss him right now!!’
“I-I-uh do y-you have a pencil you-I mean I can borrow” Malakai stuttered.
“Yeah sure” you smiled before reaching in your bag to grab a pencil.
‘His smile is so perfect!! Everything about him so perfect!! I bet our kids would look perfect too!’
You handed him the pencil politely before going back to your work. But Malakai on the other hand, he was on the brink of hyperventilating. He was holding YOUR pencil in his hand right now!! Oh god.. the things he wanted to do with your pencil was insane..
Before he knew it, the class was already over. Which meant that he had to return your pencil back to you. He truly didn’t want to but he had to give you a good impression of himself. So he tapped your shoulder once again.
“H-here’s your uh- pencil” Malakai blushed.
“Oh it’s fine you can keep it” you said before you were about to get up and leave.
Something in Malakai was telling him to do more. Ask to be your friend! Maybe even ask to be your boyfriend! But he to play it safe.
“H-hey, d-do you maybe wanna be fr-friends? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to be friends!” Malakai asked.
“Sure, can you just give me your number?” you smiled.
He felt like his heart was doing jumping jacks right now. You?! Asking for his number?! He was going to faint! But Malakai quickly put his phone number and name into your phone.
“Malakai, that’s a cool name” you said.
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! YOU SAID HIS NAME WAS COOL!!! This was the best day of his life!! You complimented him!!
“T-thanks, what’s yours?” Malakai asked, acting as if he didn’t already know what your name was.
“My name is y/n, guess I’ll see you around Malakai” you winked before walking out of the classroom.
Malakai stood there in shock. Did you just let him keep your pencil and you gave him your number?!??! Malakai knew he had to cherish this pencil forever, so he rushed back to his dorm and into his room where he put the pencil in a glass case before putting it on his shelf. Oh and he didn’t forget about your phone number, he texted you immediately. Starting a conversation with you and getting to know you better.
From then on, he would constantly sneak into your dorm room and steal little stuff that you had lying around your desk. He even started a shrine dedicated to all of your stuff! Your cologne (that he sprays on his pillows everyday), a used piece of tissue paper, your underwear, your water bottle, and basically just anything that you owned.
Malakai was convinced you were in love with him too. I mean what type of person would just give someone a pencil and their number! You were definitely in love with him! So he decided to follow you around even more. Which caused his attendance and grades to plummet even further to the point where he could get kicked out of the school he worked so hard to get into. But who cares! You love him! And he loves you!
His attendance got so bad that the dean of the campus emailed him, asking if they could meet to talk about his sudden change in attitude. As much as he just wanted to stalk follow you for the day, he knew that if he got expelled he wouldn’t be able to see you again, so he begrudgingly went to the meeting.
“Hi Malakai, I think we both know why you’re here. Your grades and attendance used to be perfect, but I’ve been noticing that as of recently you have really been showing up to class and I’m starting to get concerned…”
Malakai didn’t even pay attention after that, only nodding his head as he pretended to listen. The only thing he was thinking was what you were doing right now. Were you thinking about him like he thinks about you? Were you…
“Do you understand Mr. Mazurek?” The dean asked.
“Yes” Malakai nodded.
“You may go” The dean said.
Malakai left quickly, and headed towards your dorm. He couldn’t wait to see you again! Oh after the day he’s had all he wanted to do was to see you. To smell you, to look at you, to-
Suddenly he started hearing some noises, that sounded like groaning/moaning coming from your dorm. Malakai immediately got worried, was someone hurting you?! Did something happen?! When he finally arrived to your window, what he saw broke his heart.
He saw you lying on your bed, naked as your hands gripping onto the girl’s hips, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as she rode your cock. What was that filthy slut doing with you?! That should be him! Not whoever that bitch was!
Malakai stormed off, running away back to his dorm with tears in his eyes. How could you do this to him?! As soon as he got back to his dorm, he immediately started looking into who that person was. After doing some research, he found out that she was your current girlfriend. Suddenly his anger towards you, turned to her.
How dare she steal you from him! How dare she try to convince you that she belonged to you! No! He belonged with you! Not whoever that bitch was! You know what! She probably blackmailed you into dating her so that she could keep you from him! Not to worry though! He’ll make sure that you were free from them!
Malakai spent the whole night trying to find out where they lived, only to find out that they were your roommate. All he needed to do was dig up enough information about this partner/roommate. It turns out that her name was Julia, what a ugly name (no offense to the girls named Julia out there who are reading this rn), but most important, he found out that she was a bit forgetful.
Jackpot, this would be easier than he thought! All he needed to do was sneak in and kill her! So later that night, he got all the supplies he needed to make your soon to be ex-lover “disappear”.
It was currently 3am and nobody on campus was awake. So it was his time to strike! He brought his knife and put on gloves before heading off. When he arrived, he tested to see if her window was open, which it was.
‘Of course that slut doesn’t lock her window, why would he even want to be with her’
He quietly opened the window and snuck in. He looked at the sleeping girl before walking closer with his knife.
“This is what happens to filthy sluts when they get in my way” he whispered to her before plunging his knife into her.
Malakai got some sort of thrill from this. So he kept stabbing and stabbing, letting out all his anger on the poor girl. Her blood started soaking the bed and splattering everywhere. After he was finished, the girls whole chest was covered with stab wounds and his face and clothes were stained with her blood.
The next day, you woke up and something in your dorm was starting to smell bad. You shrugged it off and thought that maybe your girlfriend just forgot to take out the trash, and you started to get ready. While you were making breakfast, you knocked on her door to ask her if she wanted anything.
“Hey, Julia, I made us some breakfast if you want some” you said.
But there was no response. Maybe she was still asleep. So you knocked again. But still, no response. Did you make her mad or something?
“Julia, whatever I did, I’m sorry. But can you come out now, the breakfast is getting cold” you apologized.
Still no response. You were starting to get worried.
“I’m coming in” you said before opening the door.
You let out a blood curdling scream. You saw Julia’s dead body on her bed, blood was everywhere, on the walls, her bed, the floor, everything. You looked up above her bed frame to see a chilling message used with her blood.
‘U + Me 4 Ever’
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bottlehawk · 9 months
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dirk and jade hanging out in their spare time because they actually have a lot of crossover in their hobbies and special interests out of everyone in their friend group and it devolves into them showing each other their fursonas that they drew when they were 13. and they chat for a while explaining the design choices and lore behind each one. and after a hour into the conversation jade goes "you know, it is so nice to have an actual other furry in our friend group that i can talk to. it's hard finding other people in real life in the furry fandom. we should do a rp sometime!". and dirk goes "Oh. Well. I'm not actually a furry." and jade goes "haha. what?". and dirk goes "I mean, yes, I do participate within the aesthetic - ironically. But I wouldn't really classify myself as an actual furry. It's more of me observing the culture from afar for my own amusement - playing into the joke but not crossing the actual boundary, if you get what I mean. It's a fascinating area of my studies, though, and I do find the dynamics presented through this exercise very interesting." and jade just looks at him for a while, with a thoughtful expression on her face. and then she finally says. in the kindest, most gentle voice. "oh, dirk. you have such a profound amount of shame within you. it must have been so difficult for you all these years, hasn't it. i can't imagine how hard it must have been to live that way." and dirk has to go and excuse himself for a moment and as soon as he's out of jade's line of sight he immediately collapses onto his knees and starts rocking back and forth in the fetal position hyperventilating as his very being shakes and shivers at its stricken, naked core
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teddybearbad · 2 months
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SO SICK
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SUMMARY ; You randomly catch a cold and stomach ache, have a horrible phobia of puking, Matt comes just in time to comfort you!
PAIRINGS ; Matthew Sturniolo x black!fem reader!
CONTAINS ; FLUFF , pet names (sweet girl, princess, baby, etc)
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You were suffering from a Cold and stomach ache, which was random since you were feeling fine a week ago. Matt would check in everyday either via phone call or random pop ups, he tried staying over until you got better but you didn't want to get him sick also.
You started to feel dizzy as your stomach started to ache causing you to groan, saliva formed inside your mouth tasting like blood. Your mind knew what was going to happen but you were in denial.
Your body reacted first as you slowly began to get out of bed racing to the bathroom, the smell of the bathroom triggered something in you as you gagged.
You cursed at yourself for just blowing your nose as you could breathe from it a little. You bent over the toilet staring at the water inside waiting to see if anything happen .
You had a horrible phobia of puking, as crazy as it sounds. The sound of the image of puke made you go nuts, You hoped and prayed it didn’t happen.
Matt could hear tiny sniffles coming from inside of your room. He opens the door to see the wet globs coming from your eyes and the tiny shrivel of your nose confirms his assumption that you're crying.
Your hand tugs at the opposite sleeve of his oversized hoodie that you wear. As soon as their eyes lock, he rushes to sit on the bed and pulls you onto his lap. “What’s wrong, my sweet girl?” he coos, unsticking your deep wave 28 inch hair from the wet trail on your face it attached itself to so that he can look into your eyes.
You take a second to steady your breathing, “Y-you kn-know how I've been feeling sick, and I have a phobia of puking.” He nods his head for you to continue. “I was feeling dizzy and felt like I was tasting blood, I felt like I had to thro-w up. I threw u- omg”
You feel your body stiffens as your heart rate increases tremendously, your body starts to heat as if it felt like you were in a sauna. Your mind states on the image of your puke, Matt could see the anxious look on your face as your breathing started to get heavy.
“It-It was so-o bad Matt, the fee-ling of it hurte-d” You cried as the tears spilled out of your eyes, your stomach cramps made it worse.
You started to hyperventilate as Matt's eyes widened in sight of panic, he pulled you in his lap.
“Hey hey, calm down baby” He said, rubbing his hand up and down your back.
“Listen to me princess, I need you to breath in through your nose out through your mouth for me okay”
“ Okay baby can you do that for me please? I need you to answer me”
“Ye-Yes” You whimpered in response with quiet sobs.
“Okay breathe in through your nose out with your mouth, Com’on try mama” You nodded as you followed the instructions but failed tremendously which made you cry harder.
“It’s okay baby, it's okay I’ll do it with you. Follow me. Be patient i'm here, Breathe in” He told breathing inside his nose you followed, releasing the air out of your mouth.
The two of you repeated the breath exercises repeatedly before you completely calmed down.“Are you okay now baby?” He asked as you nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“You wanna order Chipotle and watch Blue Beetle?” He asked.
“But what if I throw up again?” You asked quietly, trying to claim yourself down by the triggering word.
“I promise you won’t I’ll get you some medicine before you eat” He answered as you nodded agreeing.
“Okay, I love you so much matty”
“I love you more pretty girl” He replied kissing your forehead as you blushed lightly watching him grab his phone ordering the food.
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dreamauri · 8 months
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‧˚⊹ 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾
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╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! reader ) ┊ summary . . . he's always believed you were an angel, he hasn't let go since ) ┊ genre . . . fluff, smut) ╰╮ warning . . . seven year age gap, non descriptive hand job, non descriptive sex )
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2007
"Please." Max begged as he looked down at his kart, panic settling in his throat as the machine failed to start. Jos had abandoned the race once he figured out the kart wasn't going to move an inch, and Max held onto the tight string of hope that maybe it could still race.
"Please please please." He begged, trying again and again. "Tu es Bien?" Looking up he's met with your eyes. You could see he was hyperventilating, panic in his eyes, his hands shaking.
"C'est bien. C'est bien." You crouched down, putting your hand on his shoulder. Comforting him slowly. "Aller." You gestured for him to get off, and he did. And although he didn't understand you, he was ready to trust you.
Pulling your tool set out of your pocket, you began your work, Max fidgeting with his hands as he watched quietly. "Common tu t'appelle?" "Huh?" He barley understood the basics, let alone with your accent. "She asked what your name is." Charles popped out of no where, explaining.
"Max." "Ahh, le grand Max Verstappen." He felt himself blush understanding the title. You knew who he was? "Quel âge a tu?" "She's asking how old you are." Max glared at Charles huffing, feeling like he ruined the moment. "Ten." He answered.
"Dix? J'ai dix-sept." And although you were a whole 7 years older than him, he felt attracted to you. Fixing a few wires, you quickly finished up patting the seat for Max. He immediately got in, starting the kart successfully.
"Congratulations." You patted his head, pocketing your tools.
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2015
"C'est superbe." You put your hand out for him to shake. Without hesitation, Max shook your hand you could see his eyes wrinkle with a hidden smile beneath his helmet as he greeted you at parc freme.
Although he hadn't beaten you to P1, he felt pretty good losing to you. "Ton premier podium, n'est-ce pas sympa?" [your first podium, isnt that nice?] He couldn't understand you, but your voice and accent got him higher than any drug, made him blush more than any compliment.
He had ran after you as soon as you popped the champagne, making sure to empty all the contents of the expensive bottle on you as you tried to escape him, laughs falling from your mouth like waterfalls, music to his ears.
He set his mind to it, to get a podium with you every race to hear this laugh, and to learn French in attempt to rizz you up. Maybe he can ask you out?
"Y/N." He caught up to you after getting off the podium. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner if you're free?" "Ah! C'est une super idée, je connais un super restaurant ici à Monte Carlo." [yes! that's a great idea, i know a great restaurant here in monte carlo] You nodded eagerly handing your trophy to Charles ( who was making grabby hands for it ) and the champagne to Lorenzo.
"Est-ce que ça va si ma famille m'accompagne aussi?" [is it okay if my family tags along] "Quoi? Non! Tu as dit qu'il n'y aurait que nous!" [what? no! you said it would just be us!] "She's asking if it's okay for us to tag along." Lorenzo translates for Max, making the two teens glare at each other. "It's fine I guess. What ever you want." Max shrugged with a small smile.
"C'est une affaire." [its a deal] You shook his hand nodding.
Oh wow your hands were soft. Max felt embarrassed by his own rough and rigidi ones. "Je viendrai vous chercher dans quelques instants." [i'll pick you up in a few] You ruffled his hair before pulling your cousins away.
'Note to self,' max thought, 'Learn French.'
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2016
"Le grand Max." You joked as you watched max receive the P1 trophy. He was overjoyed as he held it, gently pulling you in a hug which you returned laughing, patting his back.
"Merci, Y/N." "P1 vous convient." [P1 suit you] You teased booping his nose before receiving your P2 trophy, raising it for your Ferrari team to see. Max could only smile, admiring your happy glow as you lifted you champagne bottle up.
He's been staring to long, watching you pop the bottle, too distracted to begin his escape from you. He was soaked from head to toe before you were done with him, a chocking and laughing mess. "Allez." You gestured for him to lean backwards on your outstretched arm, raising the bottle up.
"I can't— I—" He cut himself off, letting you dip him down and pour the expensive alcohol down his throat, emptying it in his mouth. He held onto your race suit, doing his best to gulp down the liquid. "Voilà!" [there you go] You cheered once he got back up on his feet, all dizzy and disoriented.
"Y a-t-il quelque chose entre toi et Max?" [is there something between you and max] Charles asked once you handed him your new trophy. 'Me and Max?' You though for the first time. An idea that made your heart flutter. You've never thought about Max that way before, and you're sure he wouldn't think of you that way either.
He was only 18, and you were 25. Plus you two were drivers that competed against each other. It's not like you two could be in a relationship. What would people think?
But now that the idea was given to you, you couldn't get it out of your head. Even with Max sitting beside you on a random rock, watching the sunset in a random location drinking beer. "Hey why do they call it— MHPH~" He was surly taken aback, never in his 18 years of life would he expect this.
You turned your face into his, crashing your lips into his. It was a passionate kiss. Max could feel fireworks erupt in his heart as you moved your soft lips against his. He held onto your shoulder, panting as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Y/N." He begged between kisses.
Snapping out of it, you pulled away with wide eyes as you watched Max catch his breath. "Y/N." He tried to lean in and catch you again only for you to lean back, gulping. "We— we cant. You're— you're just a kid." You tried to reason.
Was max dreaming? He's hearing you speak English? He must be dead.
"I like you, Y/N. I do." "What what the people think? The media? We— we can't— mhh~" You moaned into his lips, gently gripping his hair as he leaned into your body, lips meeting yours once again. "We don't have to tell them. We—we can keep this between us." He promised, holding your hand.
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2017
Making eye contact with Max, you stubbly nod to a random corner gesturing for him to take a time out. You could see his face blush as he struggled to make up an excuse to get away.
You trapped him in a corner once you got the chance, leaning down and connecting your lips with him into a soft and hungry kiss. This has been going on for months now, sneaking away only for you to trap Max between your arms as you made out.
You could feel his hand fist your shirt as you trailed your kisses down his neck, careful not to leave any marks. You could feel him stutter and stumble on his breath as one of your hands traced and danced slowly to where he needed you most.
"Y/N." You could hear him gasp as you helped him get rid of the tension on his pants. "Bon garçon." [good boy] You whispered in his ear once he finished as he struggled to catch his breath, falling on his bum on the floor like putty.
You leaned down, wiping the lipstick off his skin and zipping up his pants, leaving one last kiss in the corner of his mouth before disappearing same way you came.
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2018
"Voyonsssss." [lets seee] You giggled as you adjusted the Santa hat on your head, beginning to pull the wrapper of your gift apart to reach your secret Santa present. "J'espère que c'est soit de kimi parce que je sais que ce serait marrant de sa part, soit de seb. Je parie que seb fait les meilleurs cadeaux." [i hopping it's either from kimi because i know it would be fun from him, or or seb. I bet seb makes the best gifts.]
You chuckled, opening the gift to see a small pink hot wheels Porsche glued to the lid of a box. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" [what's this] you chuckled confused as you pulled the little box open, pulling the paper out. "Manuel du conducteur?" [drivers manual] You read through the text confused, chuckling nervously.
"Je— Oh non." [I- oh no] You dropped the items covering your face, tears welling up in your eyes. "Pardon, pardon." [sorry sorry] you apologized quickly picking back up the box, pulling out the porsche car keys. "Oh mon dieu." [oh my god]. Looking at the driver's manual you could only squeal as more happy tears ran down your eyes.
"Someone got me a porsche?! Whos in their right mind!?" You wiped your tears pulling out the written card. "So you can go watch all the sunsets you want in style. Who's crazy enough to do this." "Is it your dream car?" "It is, oh my god." You fussed kissing the keys. "It's that idiot Max, I bet. He is so dead."
"Do you like it?" Max asked as he passed by, taking a sip from his Redbull can to try and hide his smile. "C'mere." "Oh shit." He ran away from you quickly as you started to chase him.
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2019
"You're an asshole." You gently smacked his bicep as you undid his shirt. Max visibly gulped, feeling your finger trace down his bare chest. "Do you want to stop? We can stop whenever you want." You assured, looking into his eyes.
Max was quick to shake his head. He wanted his first and only times to be with you. Although to the reasoning as to why he was having his first time in the passenger seat of your 911 targa was a mystery to him. He felt his breath hitch as you trailed kisses down his body, feeling on fire despite the January weather of Belgium.
He couldn't stop his hands from roaming your body once it was your turn to undress, his eyes looking at you with hunger and admiration, memorizing every inch. "I need you." He cursed, hooking his finger and pulling down your underwear slowly.
"Si impatient." [so impatient] You scolded him as you leaned your hands on his chest, sinking all the way down. You've never heard Max moan so loud and so much before. He was a practically in wonderland the whole time, gripping your hips with numerous sounds, whimpers, sinful noises falling from his mouth.
It turned you on knowing you had this effect on him, feeling him buck his hips up every few thrusts, curl his toes, beg for you. "My love— my love, I'm so close." He begged you as he leaned his head on your shoulder, hugging your waist as he practically slammed up into you chasing his orgasm.
"You fit me so perfectly, Y/N. You feel— fuck s—so good." He was a babbling mess to say the least. You could only giggle and encourage him in his ear as he neared you your own high.
"Good boy." You praised in his ear quietly as you stroked his hair, feeling his chest heave against yours. "Such a good boy." You hummed stroking his cheek gently as he brought his knees up, hugging you tighter, nuzzling in your neck. "W—wanna stay like this for a while longer." You could only giggle as you relaxed in his arms, playing with the hair on the nape of neck.
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2023
Max immediately recognized you once he felt your hands cover his ears. He turned to face you, a wide smile covering his face as you prevented the loud noise from his car from bothering him any further. "What are you doing here?"
You'd gotten a message from Max about feeling negative. You didn't even hesitate to fly down to Abu Dhabi for the season finally.
Max turned his body to you, pulling you in a gentle hug. "What are you scared about? You're Max Verstappen." You kissed his cheek. gently. You could see Max's blue eyes searching for the blob of blond hair he's come to love.
"Mika's with Sergio." He couldn't hear you, but he could read your lips. "She wearing-" He made a movement gesturing to noise cancelling headphones and you nodded. "You didn't have to fly down, love." He sighed pressing his forehead to yours. "Eh. Ima pretend I didn't hear that." You chuckled pressing a soft peck to his lips.
"Oh come on." Charles put his hands between you pushing you apart. "Char what the—" you playfully kicked his shin before greeting him with a hug. "That's what you get for not coming to see me first." He squeezed you. "Still can't believe you betrayed the Leclerces for him." He pointed accusingly at Max with a frown.
"Mate, you were my best man!" Max defended throwing his hands up. "Doesn't mean i like this." Charles joked pointed between both of you. "You were the first one other than us to hold mika!" "And I don't like the reason behind Mika."
"Boo!" You looked down seeing said child grab Charles calf. Seconds later she sneezed ending up with her falling on her bum. Panic was induced as she began crying with Max quickly falling into action and lifting the 2 year-old up.
"Papa!" Dayum she forgot she was crying real quick. "it's time for me to run away." You whispered taking a few steps back, only for Charles to hold you from your collar and pull you back. "Wait what are you doing here?" "To make fun of you." You told Charles sarcastically, standing beside Max who was showering his daughter with affection and kisses.
"My turn." Charles demanded finally hugging Mika. "You forgot something, again." you told Max as you lifted his left hand up, slipping the golden band on his ring finger. Max could only laugh as he watched you nod in satisfaction, kissing your hand. "I told you I left it behind so I don't lose it. You know I have the outline tattooed." He pulled you in whispering in your ear, making you giggle.
"How about this to make it up for me, after this you win, we can—" You cupped you hand over his ear as you whispered to him. Max made a few faces from impressed to surprised, to smug. Sergio couldn't even imagine as he watched Max pull away and wink at you, already regretting to come greet you when you're within 6 feet of your husband.
"I'll see you after the race, amour." You kissed his cheek, hand lingering on his chest before you took Mika away. "Ah! Salut, Sergio. Comment allez-vous." [hey, sergio. how are you] "Not good after what I just saw." "You have two kids, man up." You joked before taking your daughter away to watch the race. "See you darling." You waved at Max before disappearing.
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soft/domestic!Jason with an overstimulated!reader where he just squashes her in a hug until she calms down???????/
GIVE US THISSSS PLSSS
i keep my promises <3
"These arms are always yours, love"
soft!Jason Todd x overstimulated!fem!Reader
WARNINGS: graphic description of skin picking?? (not self-harm)
Today was going to be a shitty day.
The moment your eyes cracked open to an absence of sun peeking through the window, you knew outside was going to be gloomy.
You turned your head to face your nightstand, but in doing so, increase your awareness on how the sheets feel on your body. Were they always this rough? Surely the fabric softener did its job, right?
Groaning, you made your way out of bed, your feet planting themselves on the small rug on your side of the bed. It was a soft contrast from your now-cold, rough sheets.
As you took a step toward your dresser, you felt a crunch beneath your left foot. Though it was dark, you could make out the leftover potato chip crumbs from the bag Jason was eating before he went on patrol for the night.
You asked him not to eat it there to prevent this exact scenario, but here you fucking are.
Now, you were annoyed at not only the fact that the sun in Gotham is apparently having the same shitty day as you, but now you also have to clean up something that shouldn't be there in the first place.
Thankfully, it was a Sunday, meaning you had Jason all day to make more fucking messes. Yay.
Your spitefulness wasn't warranted, but in the moment, you didn't care.
As you carried on picking the remains of the food off of your foot, Jason stirs on the bed, scanning the other half of the bed with his arms. Seeing that he can't find what he's looking for, he relents and opens his eyes.
Jason knows something is up.
But, he won't push. Not yet.
"why're you s'far away?" he slurs, half awake and starting to shiver since he flung the covers off looking for you.
You wanted to answer him, you wanted to jump back in his arms and hold onto the scent of his skin forever, but you were too annoyed and anxious to say anything.
"No reason." you quip. Far too snappy for such a groggy early morning. Jason knows you've been up for a while now.
Before any more words could potentially be exchanged, you tugged on a pair of clean sweatpants and one of your own shirts. Usually, you would wear one of Jason's to the point where you genuinely forgot you had your own drawer full of clothes.
You storm your way out of the room quickly and go straight to the bathroom to take off your bonnet and fix your hair.
Lo and behold, the twist out didn't work out as intended, and now your hair didn't look as you wanted. The curls were wonky, there was almost no volume, and the back was still wet.
Your frustrated eyes land on Jason's clippers. Through and impulsive rage, you wanted to take it to your head and juts be done with it. This was not the first time your hair didn't work out, nor the first time you wanted to cut all of it off.
Suddenly back in reality, you begin to feel guilty for snapping at Jason earlier, and thinking so badly of him.
God, is this who I am?
All you wanted to do was burst back in there and hug him and tell him that you didn't mean it and that you were sorry and-
Hot tears began streaming down your face, burning rivers into your sullen face. Above all, you craved Jason, but he deserved the sleep and peace on the rare occasions he has to relax. Why couldn't you be peaceful?
You covered your sobs, which only made your feelings worse. The bathroom tile was too cold, but you were too warm at the same time.
It was so dark but too bright. Your skin felt hot but frigid at the same time.
Every quick expansion of your lungs pushing against your ribcage hurt badly. It didn't help that you were beginning to hyperventilate.
Speaking of hyperventilation, you soon realized that even though you weren't sobbing anymore , you couldn't breathe.
Your lungs were taking in all the air around you but also none at all, and you felt lightheaded.
At the same time, your skin began to itch from the beads of sweat surfacing, and your sharp nails began to dig into your skin to scratch it.
Drag after drag of nails on your skin caused it to feel raw and exposed.
While you were caught in your own whirlwind, you didn't hear Jason call out to you. Or his frantic footsteps when you didn't respond. Or his pleas for you to open your eyes and pay attention to him.
Jason was beyond worried when he saw you, panicked and frightened, digging into your skin and rushed to stop you.
He gently pried your fingers from your skin and made a mental note to talk to you about it later.
"Hey shhh baby, no more of that...it hurt's doesn't it?" he cooed as he began to hold your sharp fingers in his hands.
You nod tentatively, still trying to will air to stay in your lungs for longer than half a second.
"Alright princess, you're gonna breathe with me, okay?" Jason says as he tries to hide how concerned he was in effort to keep you as calm as possible.
"Okay breathe in" he begins, eyes trained on your eyes and hands massaging your palms.
You follow his prompts to the best of your abilities, trying to control your breaths the way he does.
After a few cycles of calm breathing, the guilt has nested itself fully in the pits of your stomach.
How could he be so kind after you thought so ill of him juts a few moments ago?
Surely you didn't deserve this.
Surely, he was playing a sick joke on you.
There's no way that he could actually lo-
"Princess? You here with me?" Jason's calm voice cutting through your thoughts.
You look up at him, shame set deep in your eyes.
"I'm so-"
"Nope." he quips with practices ease.
"But I-" you try again, this time determined.
"No. You will not apologize to me for being human." He insists as he rests his forehead against yours.
You close your eyes at the contact, a stark contrast to the sickly feeling your skin had moments ago.
Your eyes begin to sting once more as thoughts of being undeserving of such kindness resurface. You turn your head away from him and haul yourself up from the floor in effort to avoid him seeing you cry again.
As you turn away to step out the door, barely holding back a sob, Jason's warm, soft hand catches your wrist. Gently, he pulls you back into him and wraps his strong arms around you.
Careful not to crush you, he squeezes, physically pressing all his love for you into the hug as you continued to cry softly.
"'m not upset baby, I promise i'm not" Jason reassures as he rocks you in his arms.
He is all too familiar with the guilt you're feeling and so desperately wishes he could make it go away. He knows what it's like to say and think hurtful things you don't necessarily mean about the people you love.
His arms begin to rub at your back, soothing your inner hurt. You felt safe, calm and protected in his embrace.
Slowly, you calmed and your sobs were reduced to sniffles.
Jason tried to let go and move you, but you clung to his tighter in silent refusal.
He chuckles at you gripping his shirt and barely shaking your head that was buried in his chest.
"Alright, alright. These arms are always yours, love."
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i'm so sorry its taking me so long to finish these requests my chronic pain is making it hard to be a human rn
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