#but we got NOTHING. all we got is There Are TVs. cool

[saeamy]

IT'S FINE

itoshi rin x reader

summary ۫ ꣑ৎ you were always watching rin, even when he forgot you content: fluff to angst, probably ooc rin ! wc: 1274 a/n: another rin fic, i tried a bit of a different style but i m not a big fan of this! :') first time writing angst too... enjoy! also ty all sm for 100 followers <333

you were both sitting at the teahouse eating the last of the ochazuke. he had shown you a letter. 

“blue lock… is this legit?” 

“mhm. some sort of training programme.”

you read through the letter. rin was one of 300 players chosen from across japan. “rin, this is so cool! from the entirety of japan! how long will you be gone?” 

“no clue, nothing’s been mentioned in the letter.”

rin pushes his bowl away and takes his wallet out to pay. you don’t really bother arguing with bills anymore, he always insists on paying for you and if you manage to pay, he just hides the money back in your bag. 

who knows how long rin will be gone. couldn’t be that long right? after all, rin will get to chase his dreams. it will be just fine! 

-

you didn’t see for rin for almost 2 months. only after the u20 game did you finally see him for the first time. and it was hard. there was no doubt about it, he played extraordinarily, the MVP. 

but seeing him like that after the game looking dejected, crushed something inside you. he didn’t speak much after that during your 2 week break. 

he didn’t completely shut you out either. it was obvious it was something to do with sae, but you didn’t press. not unless he wanted to speak about it. 

2 weeks and he’ll be gone again, back to blue lock. he was currently number 1. his goals were getting closer, tangible. despite everything you still stayed. 

when he cried silent tears one night before leaving. none of you mentioned that he was crying. rin just layed his head against your shoulder and let them fall while you gently stroked his hair. 

rin was leaving again. possibly more months of radio silence. but it was fine!

-

240 million yen. 240 million yen. from re al.  the club sae itoshi was in. you didn’t even know how to react until you finally got up from the couch and cheered in front of your TV, as if rin could hear or see you. 

the neo egoist league had officially finished. itoshi rin had tied in first place with isagi yoichi at a bid of 240,000,000¥ and an offer from re al.

you quickly scrambled to find your phone spamming him with congratulatory texts you know he won’t see till later, but it was fine! 

-

there was a parade for the blue lock 23, to celebrate those who will move forward and represent japan in the upcoming u-20 world cup. you rushed to try and get a position up front to catch a glimpse of rin. and as faith had it, he saw you waving from the top of the bus and his eyes widened a bit. 

he wasn’t one for big gestures, so even getting a little raise of the hand was already getting a lot. but you didn’t mind it one bit. it was just how rin was. it was totally fine!

-

“i’m going away for 2 weeks.”

“again? you just got back from the NEL. does that ego guy ever give you a break?”

“it’s some sort of personal training. the world cup is in 44 days, so we can’t afford to lose any time.” 

you sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. “i understand. i guess i should consider myself lucky i’ve seen you at least a couple times these last few months huh?”

rin says nothing for a few moments, unmoving. he doesn’t want to accidentally move you. “or maybe you’re just really unlucky. you’re stuck with me.”

“i would never consider anything to do with you unlucky, rin.” 

that quiets him very quickly. you don’t get to see rin much anymore. the past months he’d been really busy with blue lock. but it’s fine! 

-

those 2 weeks pass instantly. 30 days left till the world cup. rin’s waiting by your door waiting for you to finish up. 

“rin! you’re back! how much time before you leave?” 

“like an hour.”

“then let’s go to the beach really quickly. i won’t be seeing you for a while again now…” 

rin nods and both of you start making your way to the shore. “you won’t be coming to any of the matches?” 

you’re taken a bit aback by his question. you didn’t really expect him to want you to be there. you definitely wish you could come. “i can’t really come to all your matches, rin. don’t get me wrong, i’d love to! but i’m not like you, i don’t really have a future set in stone… gotta go to school!” 

you chuckle a bit but he doesn’t laugh. “you’ll be watching though right?” 

the both of you stop walking. “i’ll always be watching you rin.” 

you weren’t on the same level as rin. you weren’t nationally known. you had to study, had other priorities as much as you disliked them. but you would always make time for rin. 

rin was going to the u20 world cup. against some of the biggest powerhouses of football in the world. and you were sure that when he gets older, he’ll be playing in the world cup. and you liked that. rin was going above and beyond for his goals. and you were happy for him. this was fine!

-

you did get to see rin at the finals. japan had actually made it to the finals. you were so confident. they had to take the cup, had to bring glory to football in japan where many others had given up. 

rin had already scored a goal. of course he had. who would have if not rin itoshi? blue lock and japan’s number 1?

the final match was between portugal, an undoubtedly good team. the game was equalised, it was anyone’s win. 5 minutes left on the clock. was it really going to come down to penalties?

you let out a breath. it’s going to be ok. it’s going to be just fine.

-

it wasn’t fine. the portugese team scored more in the penalties. you didn’t even hear the cries and cheers of the crowd. portugal had won the u20 world cup and japan despite everything, lost. 2nd place wasn’t good enough. they had to win. but they didn’t.

rin didn’t talk to you after the game. didn’t reply to any of your texts. he was disappointed they lost, he lost. he was upset and that was fine. 

-

“i’m going to spain.” “oh rin, that’s great! when are you leaving? we’ll have time to go to the beach and-“ 

“i’m leaving tomorrow.” “oh…so suddenly? guess they really want you at re al.”

“no. i’m just leaving early.” short and curt. you don’t want to admit it but his words did cut a bit deep in your heart. 

but who were you to dictate what he does? rin was ambitious, nothing was going to stop him. 

“do you want to… go to the beach?” “… i should go home and pack.” 

“want me to help?” “it’s fine. you should go.”

“ok… bye rin.” no words. just a small nod of his head. this was fine? right?

-

realistically, the only way you knew rin was alive was from the many headlines and articles about him in japan. everytime you see him on posters, ads, blogs, your heart lurches a bit in your throat. 

your texts are barely answered. short replies. until there was nothing at all. it was fine. 

-

a few months later, after radio silence, you try again. 

hey rin. hope you’re doing alright.. i’ve been watching you like always, ok? 

the message didn’t go through.

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[theskoomacat]

some Smokestacks screencaps to celebrate me finishing the game bc this biome FUCKED. Falling Firmament storms are fucking terrifying. (pardon the windows activation message.) (220k miles baybeeee.)

i want to plug Pacific Drive real quick. i had a free day yesterday so i spent it in its entirety glued to the screen. i'm not proud. check out this game!!!!!!

it's kind of like a mix between STALKER and Firewatch (by vibe. in my head). (the Impact of Roadside Picnic on our society!) idk the official genre tags on the game but at its base it is a survival game with looting and crafting.

but. you're doing all that to spoil your beautiful princess (your maybe sentient cat that maybe will kill you eventually). you spend 80% of the time in your car, it's your defense against the elements and the Zone. the gameplay loop is fairly simple - you drive, you listen to scientists bicker over the radio, you loot, you lose half your car, you HAUL ASS, you get home.

the game offers a HUGE variety of stuff to explore, from anomalies to weather conditions to biomes to the weird flora/fauna to lore. there's SO much lore, idk who decided to write a blurb for every type of paint. huge game for people who love to collect stuff. and collecting stuff is sometimes a puzzle on its own because you need different tools (which are often interchangeable, thankfully, with varying efficiency).

and driving is very fun. i have a special condition called "Played Skyrim in formative years", so the mountains are a challenge to me, not a barrier. i enjoy the fact that driving being the focal point reshapes the world significantly (from the gamedev pov), because it is built to accommodate driving instead of just running around. the roads are the main focus of all the anomalies due to that, so frankly running around would be easier than dodging the roadblocks, but also you would fucking die. it's actually funny that i regularly find the roads by the concentration of anomalies instead of like. the road itself.

the game is pretty. the GIANT walls/lab megastructures blow my mind, they're so fucking huge. BUT. one problem i have is that there are too many nights. i have already toggled "Shorter nights" on, and still it feels like 60% of rounds take place at night (maybe i'm doing something wrong idk). yes, it is a challenge, but also i wish i could see the game?

the world itself is pretty fun. i have already mentioned STALKER, which is a very fair comparison since you're in a Zone filled with Anomalies. except this time the Zone is not a strictly "natural" occurence, which mixes this genre with the "fucked up mid-20th cent american science->military complex" genre. it is really interesting to see many different opinions on what the Zone is doing in the lore. and you can draw your own conclusions from interacting with it. it is as likely to harm you as help you, and most of the time it just Fucks with you (LIM shield ilu).

what hasn't i mentioned yet? the characters are fun, an old jaded scientist lady who's entombed herself within her creation, her ex-colleague and his bf/husband who stayed in the Zone to hunt cryptids, all lovely. the music is mostly good, but unfortunately there aren't too many tracks, so some get old really quick (i WISH i got tired of DOCTOR JUICE). but do check the radio from time to time, there are cool transmissions you can catch there.

idr if there was a difficulty selector anywhere, but you can make the game easier at will in the settings - keep inventory, restore the car when back home, etc. i wish i had known about these settings when i "died" at the EXACT moment i moved to another zone, because i both lost half my inventory AND was forced to continue my run due to that lmao. the game is Not easy tbh. the first time i was in the city with a hole in the center i couldn't climb out of there because it was pitch dark and my car was so so broken, it actually made me super frustrated. but when you learn all that stuff and actually plan for it and outfit your car with it mind, it all becomes manageable and enjoyable. it is decidedly not a horror game, but it Is unsettling at times. dense fog+bigfoot weather conditions made me SO paranoid, although i didn't actually see anything lol

so yeah, i totally recommend the game if you enjoy survival games. here are also some tips for people trying the game out for the first time, aka what I wish I had known:

In the beginning doing more runs (=bringing in more anchors) will be more benefitial than turning over every rock in every zone because a lot of good stuff is locked behind upgrades. One exception - quest zones with Perpetual Stability, you can explore and loot there for an hour if you want

Shorten the nights. It's not fun to stumble around blindly, especially not in the beginning while you're still learning

Hold T to teleport your car out of sticky situations and use Y to sort inventories. idk why they don't tell you that

PLAN. Look at the resources in each location has before launching and bring extra instruments/raw materials in accordance

Invest into better batteries and renewable energy, it gets more and more important as you progress. You don't really need to upgrade the gas tank until you've upgraded the engine, unless you spend 50% of the time trying to crawl up a mountain with summer tires (off-road tires are the shit)

Skip the crowbar, the impact hammer and scrapper can do everything it does

Dying is not super scary aside from losing progress, you just lose your inventory and maybe some attachments, but you will get an opportunity to find the wreckage of your car on a different run (orange tombstone? icon) and to loot it

[vaguely-concerned]

the fucking insane and inscrutable rituals my dad and I just had to perform to save my TV from its own bad software update to the point that it looked like a complete hardware breakdown. may whoever decided that TVs should need internet access to regularly update itself lest you end up in a 'oh so you won't have 'download new updates automatically' enabled? well well... that's your own choice of course... but........ be a shame if something............ unfortunate were to... happen...... because of that choice... hehe old papa LGTV just worries about you, y'know. as your good friend and pal. just hate to think of you unhappy like that because you wouldn't allow one such simple thing... something so easy to remedy....' mafia-esque situation step upon an unbroken path of legos for the rest of their fucking life

[skitskatdacat63]

2010 Australian Grand Prix - Jenson Button(ft. Robert Kubica & Felipe Massa)

[withahappyrefrain]

Unraveled- Bob Floyd

Summary: Bob Floyd likes to think he can keep it cool. Then along comes a sundress.

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, so much pining, language,

Bob Floyd didn't like to brag, but he considered himself pretty dang smart and sensible. 

He knew the ins and outs of every jet he has flown. Hell,  he could break it apart and put it back together again within a few hours, if that.  He was able to quickly assess a situation, weigh the pros and cons, and come to a sound decision. It’s why he was the top WSO for the mission in Miramar. 

So why has a piece of fabric thrown him for such a loop? 

All Bob was trying to do was be polite. You had mentioned taking an Uber to the Hard Deck tonight and Bob knew the polite thing to do was to offer a ride. After all, he wasn't going to drink. You would save money. It's what any good friend would do. It had absolutely nothing to do with the crush he had been harboring since your first debriefing. 

He was just trying to be courteous. The gentleman his Mama worked hard in raising. Getting to spend time with you, without the other members of your shared squadron around or loud music, wasn't even near the forefront of his mind when he made the offer. Bob was just trying to be a good friend. A good friend who just wanted to help. A good friend who was forcing himself to look at you through a platonic lens, not a romantic one. 

Bob liked to think he was doing pretty well at that. 

That is, until a dress came along and unraveled him. 

Perhaps you said hello when you opened the door.  You probably did, considering how polite you were. But all Bob could focus on was the way the fabric of your dress hugged your curves. 

And what little fabric there was. He had seen you in civilian clothes before. But never anything like this. His mind absolutely went blank when you hugged him and he could feel how much of your bare skin was exposed. Due to the halter style of the straps, nearly your whole upper back was now perfectly visible.

“Um you-you look um nice,” Bob barely got out. He was too busy trying to burn the feeling of your soft skin into his brain. You were warm, like a walking ray of sunshine. 

“Thanks! I got it yesterday and I figured with the weather being so nice, today was the perfect day to wear it!” you said, giving a little twirl. Bob tried to focus on the pattern of dress; how the green brought out your eyes. 

But all he could focus on was the curves of your body, now being highlighted. The way the halter style made your breasts swell and the lack of a bra very apparent. How the fabric stopped at the top of your thighs when you spun, giving Bob a peek of what he often thought about late at night. 

This was bad. 

“I take it you came early to watch an episode of Love Island before we leave?” You asked as he stumbled walked in.

The truth was, Bob wasn’t a fan of reality TV. But he watched because it gave the two of you a chance to talk to one another. Just as friends, nothing more. When watching the silly show, you two could make jokes, talk about things other than work. 

“Yeah! Ready to watch hot people make poor decisions again,” Bob said with a nervous laugh. The joke failed to put him at ease. If anything, it reminded him that he was about to spend at least forty minutes with you and that did not include the drive to the Hard Deck. 

“You’re using my tagline!” your smile lit up your whole face. Bob was certain it could light up the whole turmac. All he could do was nod, his heart fluttering when you grabbed his hand, leading him into the living room. 

"I have some kettle corn in the microwave for you! I also made cherry seltzer water!" Bob could feel heat rush to his face. You always remembered the little details that no one else seemed to pick up on; that he loved salt but had an even bigger sweet tooth. How in an attempt to cut back on soda, he switched to sparkling water. His favorite flavor was cherry because it reminded him of cherry coke. 

"Did you see the video I sent you?" You gently squeezed Bob's hand as you two sat down. 

"Y-yeah. You're absolutely right, having three otters would be my dream." Ever since learning about Bob's favorite animal, you had sent him every otter-related video you came across while scrolling the internet. You even got him a pair of Otter socks for his birthday.  It was the fact you paid attention to seemingly minor details that made Bob fall head over heels for you. 

But alas, you were a coworker. The problem at hand wasn't whether it was allowed, ‘incest’ (as Jake unfortunately called it) happened all the time in the Navy. After all, there were only so many things you could do on a ship before switching to people. No, it was the potential issues that came with dating. Rejection being the main one. Bob had no trouble believing you and he could be professional should you two date and it not work out. That happened all the time. What worried him was rejection. Having to go to work everyday and put on a facade, that things were fine. When deep down, he knew he'd be heartbroken. And even worse, he'd no longer have your friendship. 

So Bob settled, as he often did when it came to love. He took comfort knowing he'd still have you, albeit as a friend instead of a partner. That should be more than enough. For the last few months, he had convinced himself that it was enough. 

But God was it difficult when you bent over right to grab the remote. 

The hemline of your dress inched upwards, showing off the backs of your upper thighs and- 

he could see the swell of your ass. He could see the flash of red lace. Your skin looked so soft and supple and you were so close he could just reach out and- 

Oh God he was hard. Oh no. 

This was bad. Worse than that time he popped an erection during sex ed in middle school. There, he at least had a jacket and a desk to cover it. 

But here? He was a full grown adult and San Diego’s seventy degree weather didn't give him any additional layers. Bob looked around, desperate for something, anything, to hide his cock that was currently straining against his jeans. 

Thank fuck for your love of decorative pillows. 

He grabbed the closest one, shaped and designed like a pomegranate. You were so excited the day you picked it up from some Facebook Marketplace deal. He had driven you, partly out of wanting to spend time with you, partly because he wanted to ensure you were safe. It was adorable and definitely shouldn’t be used for nefarious purposes, such as hiding a boner. This was wrong, so fucking wrong.   

Bob was trying to think of anything and everything that would kill this boner. But his spot on the couch aligned perfectly with the entranceway of the kitchen, where you currently were, rummaging around to fix Bob a drink. 

What ever happened to doors? Why were people so opposed to doors? Doors were lovely. You could close doors. Every time he tried to think of something, you were right in his line of view, turning every thought into something more devious. 

His family? His family would love you. If you two got married you could make  your own family. 

Work? You worked with him, in that damn flight suit that clung to your every curve. No one else could make that god forsaken green fabric look good.  

School? God, you were so smart. The top of your class. And witty, always ready with a clever, underhanded comeback. It’s how you two originally bonded, both having muttered something about Jake under your breath. 

Bob Floyd was screwed. Thoroughly. 

He tried to comfort himself with the fact that soon you two would be watching people in their early twenties making the dumbest decisions over dating. If anything were to be a boner killer, that had to be it. He just needed to make it through then. 

“Bob?” Your lithe voice broke him out of his thoughts. Not that it was much of a reprieve, with the way you were standing at the kitchen entranceway with a glass of sparkling water in each hand, “You good?”

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m great!” He said with an all too eager nod, desperate to convince you this was truly the case. Fuck, you were so beautiful. And you were showing so much skin. He had seen you on the beach before, adorned in athletic shorts and a sports bra. But this was different. 

The dress was far too nice for the Hard Deck. No, you deserved to be taken to a nice restaurant, one with a lovely outdoor patio. The image of you sitting on a lovely chair with a glass of wine in your hand came easily to Bob. It was also the perfect dress for a picnic, particularly at the nearby park, specifically in that little secluded area. God, the idea of you laying down on a red and white checkered blanket, the hem of your dress pushed up your thighs as he leaned over you, ready to take you-

Bob leaned forward, clutching the pillow as he tried to will himself the strength to get it together. 

“Bob? Are-are you okay?” You quickly placed the drinks down on the coffee table, rushing over to kneel in front of him on the couch. 

Oh what a sight that was, you looking up at him with big eyes, full of concern. Your hands were on his biceps, and Bob knew if he looked down he would have the perfect view of your breasts. 

 It was so hot and also the very last thing Bob fucking needed. 

“I’m good. Stomach doesn’t agree with what we had for lunch, that’s all.” Lying was never good, his mother instilled that in him at an early age. But in this scenario, Bob was certain the truth was much worse. 

“I’ll go get you a ginger ale!” Bob opened his mouth to protest, though no words came out due to seeing not only the tops of your thighs, but a flash of your ass as you spun around to go back into the kitchen. 

For a few seconds, the  supple, plump flesh was so close to him. Practically within arm’s reach. 

Maybe he should just leave while you were in the kitchen. 

But that would be rude. Not only rude, but it would raise your suspicions if they weren’t high already. Plus, he had already promised you a ride to the Hard Deck. He couldn’t just leave you hanging, not after you brought a dress for the occasion. He may be in dire need of a cold shower, but the last thing Bob Floyd was going to do was hurt you. He squeezed the pillow, knuckles turning white as he tried to find strength. For once, he couldn’t wait to start an episode of Love Island. Hell, he would even take an episode of The Bachelor at this point. 

“Here ya go,” You sat down on the couch next to him, glass of ginger ale in hand. You even remembered how much ice he preferred in his cold beverages. You were perfect. 

“Thanks,” Bob slowly took one hand off the pillow, the other still holding onto it for dear life. 

“You uh, like that pillow?” You chuckled, though your nerves still shined through. 

“Huh? Oh yeah,” Bob looked down, ensuring his big problem was still covered, “It uh, helps my stomach!”

You raised an eyebrow, though you didn’t further question it. Instead, much to Bob’s delight, you reached for the remote, clicking through until you finally landed on the desired episode. With a shaking hand, Bob gulped down the ginger ale, promptly placing it on the coffee table so he could have both hands on the pillow. 

The room was silent, saved for the ridiculous conversations happening on the TV screen. Normally you and Bob would be shoulder to shoulder, laughing as you both narrated your opinions on the contestants. But today Bob was rigid, his fingers still clutching to the pillow on his lap. He hadn’t even touched the bowl of popcorn. 

"Do you like my dress?" It took everything in Bob not to groan at your question. The last thing he needed was a reason to look at you. But how could he deny himself such a chance? So he put on his best smile as he turned to face you.    

"Uh yeah it's lovely. I'm sure everyone will love it-" 

"I got it for you.” Your voice was soft as you hit the pause button on your remote, eyes remaining on the screen. 

The words hit Bob like a freight train. 

"What? Why would you-"

You shrugged, fingers toying with the short hem of your dress, "I thought maybe, if you saw me in something different, something that wasn't my flight suit or a tee shirt, that maybe you would finally notice me?” 

You finally looked him in the eyes, “Maybe you'd finally notice that I've been trying to flirt with you for the last few months?" 

Bob opened his mouth just to promptly close it. He thought back to the last few months, now analyzing every seemingly ordinary interaction he had with you. 

The way you insisted on sitting next to each other during lunch. As well as during briefings. And when you went to the Hard Deck. Whenever a guy tried to flirt with you there, you turned them down, focusing your attention back on him, continuing your conversation about his latest D&D campaign or a Lego set you had found that reminded you of him. The way you always touched his arm, your hand lingering on his skin as you bore your eyes into his. How you always texted him. How you baked a cake for his birthday. The little trinkets you’d bring him. 

Oh god, he was a fucking idiot. 

The tension in the room was thick. You, sitting restlessly as you waited for Bob to acknowledge what you had said. Bob, processing your words and what they meant. 

“How long?” Bob asked, his voice soft yet firm.

You chuckled as you shook your head, “Honestly? First day. We hadn’t even spoken yet. I saw you walk in and you just were….not only handsome but also looked so kind? Then you offered me a spare pencil, made that comment about Jake’s driving and I….was a goner.”

“I saw you talking to Halo before the briefing room was open,” He confessed, “She said something that made you laugh and it….it was the prettiest sight I had ever seen.”

“We’ve wasted a lot of time, huh?” You both stared ahead at the TV, still too fearful to face each other. 

Bob dryly chuckled, “Yeah….a lot of time. Months, if we’re being more exact.” 

The two of you remained in silence, your words sinking in. Neither sure what should be said, if anything should be said. Until finally, you spoke up. 

“Bob? What’s underneath the pillow?” 

His hips shifted, involuntary, “What?” For a moment, he forgot about the darn pillow and the erection he was covering with it. 

The cluelessness in his voice brought a giggle, “The pillow? Why are you using it to cover your lap?”

Bob sighed, “Can I at least kiss you first?” 

You nodded, moving to close the gap between you and Bob. Pillow be damned, his hands cupped your jawline, giving you a sweet smile before leaning in, closing the gap between your lips and his. 

Bob Floyd’s lips were soft, no doubt due to the sweet mint chapstick you'd watch him apply countless of times. You didn't want to admit how often you'd wondered about the taste, what his hands would feel like on your body. God, they were huge. His thumbs rested comfortably on your jawline, but you could feel his other fingers spanning your neck, down to your collarbone. 

The first kiss was gentle, practically modest. Your lips were only apart for several seconds, if that, before connecting again. 

You easily found his shoulders, grasping them for purchase. The gap between your bodies was too much, Bob wanted to be as close as possible. So his hands trailed down your body, skimming along until they found the back of your thighs. Using his strength, he moved your body, situating you onto his lap. 

A high pitched gasp fell from your lips upon feeling the bulge that was straining against his jeans. Good god, he was thick. You had heard whispers, chalking it up to typical locker room talk. 

Nope, those rumors were one hundred percent true. 

“I’m sorry,” Bob groaned, hands exploring your soft curves. Worst of all, he sounded earnest, only making you want to touch him more. 

“I-I wore this on purpose ah-after all,” you confessed, finding it difficult to speak as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your exposed chest. 

Right. You wore this on purpose. To entice him. To see if perhaps he felt the same burning desire. Once realization hit him again, Bob’s hands moved along your back, just stopping above your ass. 

Wait, he was about to touch your ass. 

“We-we shouldn’t,” Bob mumbled, retracting his hands from your body. You stilled, a crestfallen look painting your face. 

“We shouldn’t?” Repeating the words felt like driving a knife through your heart. Had regret finally emerged, beating the rush of adrenaline? Was he going to regret this, ask that you two never speak about it ever again, pretend it never happened?

“I…” Bob sighed, “I need to take you on a date first.”

Bless his heart. 

Sighing, you relaxed your body into his, resting your head in the crook of his neck, “You’re too sweet, y’know that?”

Bob chuckled, “That's supposed to be my line.” 

His hands gave your hips a loving squeeze, causing you to nestle further into him, until your bodies were nearly molded as one. Your lips searched for his, trailing up his neck, his jawline, along the side of his button nose until finally reaching his soft lips. Bob shifted in his seat, causing you to do the same. As a result, you could feel his erection, despite the layers of clothes. 

“Good lord Bobby, you've just been walking around with all that?” Bob groaned, but not due to your words. No, it was because you had started moving your hips in circles, his erection now pressed against your covered core. 

“I’m- I’m trying to be a gentleman.” Bob couldn't even look at you. He didn't want to stop. He should stop. Maybe you two could skip the Hard Deck and go out to dinner. Then he could take you home and not feel as guilty. 

“You can be a gentleman later,” by throwing your arms over his shoulder you finally had access to his neck. His skin was so soft, so delicate. How could you not sink your teeth into his neck? 

Normally you'd have better self control than this. But you were ovulating and had six months of sexual frustrations and wet dreams- 

“You had dreams about me?” Uh-oh. That wasn't meant to be said out loud. Granted, maybe it was for the best to get everything out in the open. 

Timidly nodding, you explained, “Yeah. The days I didn't sit next to you were because….I had a dream about ya the night before.” 

A band had snapped within Bob, no doubt due to the numerous times you didn't sit next to him during briefings. 

Within seconds, you found yourself on your back against the couch, the bespectacled WSO hovering over you. There was a fire flickering in his blue eyes as he remained laser focused on your face. 

“After this, you're putting this dress back on and I'm taking ya out to dinner, is that clear?” his voice was gruff and deep, similar to when he did a hundred pushes that one day (that you definitely didn't think about while masturbating). 

Chest heaving, dress pushed up to your upper thighs, lips kiss bitten, God, you looked like an angel to Bob. He remembered learning about angels in church growing up. How pious they were, that seeing them was a sign of comfort, that they would guide one to safety, to a holy life. 

There was nothing holy about what he wanted to do to you. 

His mouth was hot, searing kisses along your skin. Your back arched into him, desperate for me. But he always seemed to pull away before you could get enough. Would you? Ever get enough of Bob Floyd? 

Finding an answer would have to wait, for now you wanted to relish in the feeling of Bob’s hands kneading your breasts. It was obvious you weren't wearing a bra, a fact Bob ob had spent forty minutes trying not to think about. He still felt a smidge of guilt, as though the newly drawn line between friends and more hadn’t quite sunk in yet. Was he even supposed to be doing this?

“You can keep going. I want you to.” You sensed his hesitation. In all the time you knew Bob, he had never taken someone home for a one night stand. He wasn’t like that. He needed time to build a connection, to feel comfortable enough to be himself. That’s why he loved spending time with you. With you, there was no need to put up a front, no need to be fearful of judgement. 

“And then afterwards, we can order some Thai food and continue watching the episode, if you want. Or we can just do that now,” your hands cradled his jaw, gently forcing him to look at you. He found a sweet, reassuring smile, similar to the one that made him smitten six months ago. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Bob could be blunt, and often was when it came to his colleague’s shenanigans. But with his own feelings? He always chose his words carefully. 

Hence why his admission took you some time to process. Bob could see it on your face; first your eyes widened, lips slightly parting as if driven by the need to respond immediately. But then your lips closed, your brain quickly gaining back self control. 

“I’m falling in love with you too Robby.” You were the only one who could call him that. It was that familiarity, that intimacy, that gave him the courage to move his hands to your hemline up to your hips, revealing the thin, lacy red fabric underneath. 

You were breathtaking. Always were. But this? This solidified things for Bob. You two had made a step forward in your relationship. Many things would still be the same. But there were now new things to experience. Simply another layer of intimacy had been added.

His long fingers skimmed over the fabric of your panties, every touch sending a spark of electricity along your spine. Every stroke caused a small gasp to fall from your lips, music to Bob’s ears. Lowering himself, Bob decorated your hips with opened mouth kisses. Finally, gaining enough courage, his fingers pushed your panties to the side. 

Fuck, you were wet. 

If there was any hesitation left in Bob, it died upon seeing how visibly aroused you were. He had done that. No one else. Lowering himself even more, he was now at eye level with your wet cunt. This wasn’t some vivid wet dream. 

When his touch licked a broad stripe up your slit, a broken moan fell from your lips, echoing off the walls. It was the prettiest sound Bob had heard. He wanted to hear it again. All the time. 

With more confidence, Bob begins lapping up your arousal, determined to taste every inch of you. His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you closer. Looking down, you see his glasses are now crooked, though you highly doubt Bob cares, given how his eyes are half closed in pleasure. 

Wait, was he grinding against the couch? 

The discovery caused your thighs to clamp over Bob’s ears, your hips thrusting upwards to get more of his talented tongue. Bob wasn't reserved around you, never had been. But this was a new side to him that you had wondered if it ever existed. Animalistic. Devouring. Loud. 

His groans vibrate against your core, only heightening the pleasure. Slowly, his right hand goes from your hips to your core, mouth moving to your clit as the long digits trace your opening. 

“Oh my God, please,” you all but beg, not quite ready to admit how often you thought about his fingers and how they would feel inside of you.

Always thinking about your comfort, Bob started off with just one finger. You tried to fuck yourself with it, your own fingers gripping the soft strands of his hair for better leverage. The thought of making you beg crossed Bob’s mind. Would you like that? Would you be open to that? There were so many new topics to discuss, so many new boundaries to explore now. 

You happily welcomed the stretch of two, three fingers. Bob found the little moans you let out to be quite adorable. He could feel his cock throb against his jeans, but pleasing you took priority. 

“C’mon honey. Wanna feel you come on my fingers.” His voice was low, husky even. 

“C-can you be inside me? Like your…your cock?” A broken groan fell from Bob’s lips at the very thought of being inside of you. 

“I don't….I don't think I'll last long,” he admitted sheepishly. Hell, he could probably come just from eating you out. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. In fact, it sounded pretty good- bringing himself to the height of pleasure just from ravishing you. 

“I don't think I will either,” you giggled, “But we’ll….we have lots of other times to go slow.” 

Bob helped you sit up on the couch. “You wanna go to the bedroom?” He asked, thinking about how this could be more comfortable for you. 

Instead, you shook your head, hands moving to his jeans, hastily undoing the buttons. 

Now it was your turn to explore, to discover. There was a dark trail of hair that went past the waistband of his jeans. He wore boxer briefs. And Bob Floyd had the prettiest cock. 

His face turned bright red at the compliment, “Oh it's…I mean it's like fine, but it's not-” 

“Take the damn compliment Robert,” you all but scolded, eliciting a laugh from him, your favorite. The high pitch, near giggle one. The one that made your heart flutter. 

Feeling at ease, you moved so that you were hovering over Bob’s lap. Your fingers moved to the base of his cock, making you realize you would have to ease yourself into it. 

“I gotcha,” his hands found your hips, slowly easing you down. His sapphire eyes never left your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. He went slow, waiting until you made it vocally known you were ready for more. 

By the time you reached the base of Bob’s cock, you were a mess. You wanted him to move, to fuck you within an inch of your life. But he was also so big. The stretch was nothing you had experienced before. 

“Hey, we can take our time, okay? I know it's, that it's a lot,” he assured you, as though he could sense your internal conflict. His lips found yours, and in that kiss you found comfort. Bob grounded you, always had, whether it was up in the air or right here on your couch. 

How much time had passed, who was to say? You could recall both your phones vibrating a few times, no doubt messages from the rest of your squad. Those messages could wait. 

“I think I'm ready,” you whispered against Bob’s lips. He needed, digging his fingers into your hips to gain a better grip. With his help, you lifted yourself no more than a couple of inches off his cock, returning to the base. 

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Bob moaned. You just made Bob Floyd curse. Something not even a bird strike could do. That four letter word gave you the confidence to lift your hips up on your own accord, returning swiftly. Slowly, just an inch or two, which became several inches. Up and down motions turned to swiveling your hips in a circular rhythm. What was once a quiet living room, saved for a few small gasps and the static from the TV, had now become a symphony of melodic pants and groans. 

Bob could tell you were close. Your pussy was tightening around his cock more and more, your fingers dug into his broad shoulders, as if trying to anchor yourself. You practically whined at the sight of Bob taking two fingers into his mouth, wetting them with his tongue. He lowered them to where your bodies connected. 

Upon first contact with your clit, your head dropped to the crook of his neck, unabashedly moaning his name, hips moving in a now frantic motion. 

“That's it, I gotcha.” Fuck, we he going to talk you through it? Was Bob Floyd a talker? Ironic, considering at work he was known as a man of few words. 

“Feels s’good, being inside ya.” Fuck, he was a talker. You were doomed, “Wanna, wanna make us cum. Bet ya gonna feel even better when ya soak- fuck- soak my cock.” 

Your brain was hazy. Was this real? If it was a vivid wet dream, you never wanted to wake up. Was it wrong to hope that you were in a medically induced coma, so that if this  was indeed a dream, you wouldn’t have to wake up so soon? Surely, your friends and family would understand upon meeting Bob. 

Then he pointedly thrusted his hips upwards, reminding you that no, this wasn’t a dream. No, you wouldn’t wake up feeling frustrated and unable to look him in the eye. After this, you two could go out to eat, on a real date. Not some hey let’s get dinner that feels like a date in everything except in name. You could also order delivery and cuddle up on the couch. Maybe you could even shower with him beforehand, and see his bare body, find out what was truly hiding underneath that flight suit. Oh, he was deceptively strong, you always knew that. But to see it, to feel the hard planes of his muscles? Oh, that would be quite the joy to experience. 

“Sweet girl,” you clenched at that nickname, you wanted him to continue calling you that for eternity, “Let go. Know ya want it.”

“I-I do,” you all but whined. Bob found the noise cute. What other sounds did you make? What would you sound like if he kept fucking you after you came? What about if he ate you out for hours? Or teased you until you were teetering on the edge?

There were so many questions, so many areas to explore. But for now, Bob was satisfied with experiencing how tightly you clenched his cock, how you practically sang his name as you came. Your release triggered his, pulling your hips down until they were flushed against his. His lips smashed against yours, swallowing your moans. 

Then there was silence. No words spoken. Only the sounds of panting, you both clearly trying to catch your breath, and kisses exchanged, ones that neither of you could resist giving. 

Realization hits you like a freight train. “I’m on birth control.”

Bob’s eyes widened, “Oh thank God.” He was usually so good about asking, about pulling out. But you….you made his brain feel like cotton. 

“You saying you don’t want to have kids with me?” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek to let him know you were only saying it in jest. 

“Not yet.” You sat up to find he had an earnest smile on his face, cheeks rosy and eyes shining in adornment. 

Bob Floyd was going to be the death of you. 

So you brushed several strands of sandy brown hair off of his forehead, replacing them with a kiss, "Gotta get me a ring first."

Luckily, you were going to be the death of Bob Floyd.

[flowersforbucky]

moth to a flame

bucky barnes x reader / winter soldier x reader

"I know you. even when I know nothing else, even when I don't know myself, I know you."

word count: 4.9k

summary: bucky is triggered into the winter soldier during a mission and then goes MIA, until he seeks you out in the middle of the night.

warnings/tags: SMUT, canon divergence (bucky hasn't been successfully deprogrammed in this), kind of dub-con, language, some violence, reader is afab, no use of y/n, friends with benefits situation, angst with a happy ending, 18+ only

“You've reached Bucky. I can't answer the phone right now but leave me a mess–”

You hang up before the voicemail recording finishes. You already knew he wasn't going to answer, just as he hasn't answered any of the other thirty-something times you've dialed his number over the course of the last few days. Or read any of the two dozen text messages.

The messages had stopped delivering and the calls had started going straight to voicemail almost two days ago at this point. And yet you still got your hopes up every time you checked your phone, only to be met with gut-wrenching, nauseating disappointment.

It had now been three days of this - not to mention picking your cuticles until they bleed, flipping back and forth between every news station on your TV in hopes (and fear) of seeing his name, a few collective hours of sleep each night, and too much Red Bull.

Just when you were thinking about trying to kick your caffeine addiction, too.

Three days of feeling completely and utterly helpless.

You place the phone back down on your coffee table, staring down at the thick, white cast encasing your left leg from your foot to just under your knee.

Useless.

You knew you were doing what you physically could - the spread of laptops and tablets on the table in front of you continuously supplying data from facial recognition programs across the United States.

Realistically, you knew he could be on the other side of the world by now, but that didn't stop you from checking. It was the only thing that you felt you had any control over right now.

But it wasn't enough. Not when Steve, Sam, Natasha, Sharon, and every other currently able-bodied team member are out scouring every safehouse and known former HYDRA base in the tri-state area while you're holed up in your apartment with a fractured fibula and a brain that won't let you stop reliving the moments before he went missing.

“This is as straightforward as it gets,” Steve re-assures you both for what felt like the dozenth time that day. “You'll be in and out in no time.”

“So straight-forward that you're going to hang back here while we do all the dirty work?” You joke as you make the final adjustments to your parachute.

“We've been monitoring this base for months,” he reminds you. “This place is as abandoned as they come. Get in, get the intel from the database, and get back to the jet.”

“And then blow the place to smithereens,” Bucky adds with a devious grin.

“And then blow the place to smithereens,” Steve agrees.

If only things had been as simple as he had expected.

You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach from the moment that you and Bucky landed on the ground outside of the HYDRA base. You told yourself that you were being irrational - but you couldn't shake the looming feeling that something was going to go wrong.

“See?” Bucky says after removing the USB drive from the computer. He sticks the device in the breast pocket of his tactical vest before edging you towards the desk. “Easy-peasy. You've been worried for nothing.”

“I have not been worried,” you deny, leaning against the edge of the desk. “This place is just old, and smelly, and creepy.”

Bucky takes a step closer to you so that there's no space left between you. He places his hands on the desk on either side of you, enclosing you.

“You think that I can't tell when you're nervous?” He says quietly, studying your face. You can smell a lingering hint of cool mint from his mouthwash. “That I haven't spent enough time learning your body to read you like an open book?”

Your thighs clench together and your nipples pebble at his words. You're almost embarrassed at how easily his voice, his scent, his closeness elicits a physical response from your body. Almost.

“What I think,” you murmur against his mouth. His hands come to grip your hips as he nudges your thighs open, standing between your legs. “Is you're crazy if you're thinking about trying to fuck me in an abandoned HYDRA warehouse.”

He exhales a dramatic sigh. “You can't blame me for trying.”

“I am relieved to know that you'd even want to do that here,” you say, hopping down from where you're perched on the desk. “I really think that shows you've processed your trauma–”

You're cut off by the room going completely dark. Every light, every computer, turns to black.

Bucky's flesh hand instinctively reaches to grab your wrist in the dark, tugging you to him.

“What the fuck,” he groans under his breath.

“We need to get out of–” you start to state the obvious but close your mouth when the computer that you and Bucky had retrieved the data from turns back on.

And then a computer to the right - and then across the room - and another to the right - and one to left - until every computer is on and showing the exact same screen. Bucky's hand grips yours so tightly that it borders on being painful.

Displayed on dozens of screens throughout the room is the face of a man. A man who you've never met, but recognize immediately.

“Zola,” Bucky whispers almost inaudibly.

“Sergeant Barnes,” Zola addresses him with a perverted smile. “Welcome home,” his voice pours from every computer speaker throughout the room and echoes off the walls.

“Steve?” You whisper urgently, clicking on the communication device hidden in your ear. “Steve, we've got a prob–”

“There's no use in that,” Zola interrupts you. “It's too late. They're almost here.”

The following sixty seconds were a jumbled blur that you were still trying to piece together in your mind.

You remember hearing the stream of words spoken in Russian.

Longing. Rusted. Seventeen.

You remember Bucky screaming at you to run, the sound of Steve's voice in your ear telling you that back-up was on the way and asking a dozen questions that you were too overwhelmed to respond to.

Daybreak. Furnace. Nine.

You remember begging Steve to hurry. You remember pleading with Bucky to come with you to try to get away; pleading with him to just look at you, just stay with you, help is coming -

Benign. Homecoming. One.

You remember the moment that Bucky went completely still as the room was infiltrated by HYDRA agents.

Freight car.

You knew that Bucky wasn't there anymore. You could sense it in his stance, in the way he wouldn't meet your eyes, in his silence.

Before you could say anything else to him, close to a dozen HYDRA agents came barreling towards you both. He charged through them, taking down one after the next with ease, until there were just a few left standing.

It was a side of Bucky you'd never seen. You thought that you had witnessed his strength, his agility, his determination, his ruthlessness working beside him in this field - but you then saw just how much he had been holding back.

He fled past the remaining few, out the door and down the hallway of the warehouse. The agents turned to follow him, forgetting about you - until you threw a knife directly into one's neck from behind.

Another agent shot at you, the blow hitting your bulletproof vest and sending you flying backwards onto hard cement.

Before you could catch your breath, there was a sharp cracking noise and a blinding pain radiating from your lower leg - but it was short lived.

The last thing you recall is the man's boot swinging towards your face.

You woke up some number of hours later, in a hospital bed with your temple throbbing and leg elevated in a cast.

“Hey,” a soft voice calls from your right. Natasha stands up from the singular chair in the room, both concern and relief evident across her features. “You're okay,” she begins to assure you. “You have a concussion and a fractured–”

“Where's Bucky?” You interrupt her, your voice scratchy. You clear your throat. “Is he okay? Did Steve find him? Did HYDRA get–”

“HYDRA didn't get him. Steve took care of the last of the agents after him,” she stops you from rambling. There's an immediate sense of relief wash over you.

“But we haven't found him yet,” she adds carefully. “Everyone is out searching for him now. You know we won't stop until–”

A gentle knock on your apartment door snaps you back to reality.

You freeze, your heart jumping to your throat. You stand as quickly as you can manage, grabbing your crutches propped up next to you on the couch.

“It's just me,” a feminine voice calls from the other side of the door. Your heart goes from your throat to your stomach. Not him.

“I'm sorry, I should have text you first,” Natasha continues. “But I brought you food. Street tacos from–”

You turn the deadbolt and unhook the chain lock before swinging the door open.

“You look–”

“Like hammered shit?” You finish for her, nodding your head towards the inside of the apartment as indication for her to come in.

“I was going to say exhausted,” she says, walking past you with a large paper sack of take-out food. Your stomach growls at the aroma - when was the last time you ate something more than a bowl of cereal or granola bar?

“Your favorite,” she tells you, placing the bag on the kitchen counter. “Extra salsa verde and lime wedges. Have you gotten any sleep recently?” Her eyes skim across the empty energy drink cans littered around the kitchen.

You maneuver yourself onto one of the barstools at the kitchen's small island, leaning your crutches on the edge of the counter.

“Yes,” you mumble. “For forty-five minutes from 2:30 to 3:15 today.”

She lets out a long groan, rolling her eyes at you.

“You're supposed to be healing from a concussion,” she reminds you, taking a seat for herself. “Which generally doesn't include sleep deprivation and excessive use of computer screens.” She stares in the direction of the array of laptops that overcrowd the limited space of your coffee table.

“Did you find anything in Connecticut? What about Sam, is he back from New Jersey?” You ask, ignoring her concerns as you unbox your food.

“Connecticut was a dead-end,” she sighs. “We're still waiting to hear back from Sam. There's a safehouse up in Vermont that Steve wants to head to tomorrow–”

“You don't think there's a chance of him letting me tag along for that, do you?” You tap the edge of your cast against the base of the island with your foot.

Her eyes soften as she looks at you. You already knew the answer.

“I know this is really hard for you,” she says delicately. “I may not know exactly what has been going on between you and Barnes these last few months, but it's obvious you care a lot for him. We all do. We are going to find him and bring him home,” she assures you.

You nod at her in agreement, not quite trusting your voice enough to speak.

Your eyes sting as you attempt to blink away the tears that threaten to spill over. You had yet to allow yourself to spend any time crying these last few days and you didn't wish to start now.

Her words remind you that no one knows exactly why you are taking Bucky's disappearance so harshly. You assume that your friends have their suspicions about your and Bucky's arrangement but the two of you had agreed to keep it between yourselves.

They didn't know it had started off being a weekly occurrence - late Sunday evenings, your apartment. Or how it had quickly escalated from once a week to twice, and then from two times a week to three - and instead of just your apartment, it would happen anywhere the two of you had a private (and sometimes public) moment - up against the wall of the communal showers at the compound's gym, in the back of the Quinjet after missions while everyone else would be sleeping on the flight back home, even during team meetings with his hand creeping between your thighs while you try to stay quiet enough to not draw any attention to yourselves.

They didn't know you were supposed to be friends with benefits but that at some point during the days and nights spent underneath one another, the line between friends and something more became blurry for you.

You had just been too chickenshit to tell him.

Natasha sits across from you as you inhale the Mexican food that she brought you. She doesn't say anything else, just keeps you company in a comfortable silence as you eat your first legitimate meal in days.

“Thank you,” you tell her as you're finishing your food. “I appreciate you. I've been going a little crazy here by myself,” you add meekly.

“Of course.” She stands back up. “I would stay longer, but I've got to prepare for Vermont. We're leaving early in the morning.”

“Be safe. All of you,” you remind her. “Let me know if you guys find anything. Just tell me if there's anything at all I can do. And please let me know when you hear from Sam–”

“You'll be the first to know when there's anything to know,” she assures you gently.

“Thanks, Nat.”

“You just try to get some rest, okay?” She requests as she walks toward the door. “Maybe drink some water, possibly consider taking a nice, long shower…”

“Goodbye, Natasha.”

She's chuckling as she closes the door behind her.

You lower your nose to your armpit as soon as the door clicks shut, inhaling.

Maybe she makes a valid point about showering.

Half an hour later, there's a heavy rain beating against the windows of your apartment when you finish bathing. You secure a towel around your chest before yanking off the garbage bag that you had wrapped around your cast well enough for you to rinse off.

Belly full and body clean, you felt somewhat better; at least physically.

You listen to the rain pound down as you sit on the edge of the bathtub, massaging lotion into your skin, and wonder where Bucky is right now - if he's safe, if it's raining wherever he's at, if he's somewhere dry -

You come to a sudden halt in the middle of brushing your teeth. It's hard to tell over the deafening roar of the rain and your bathroom fan, but you could have sworn you heard the creaking of a door or window from your living room.

I double checked the door locks after Nat left, you rationalize to yourself. This apartment is on the fourth floor, no one is going to climb the fire escapes to–

There's an unmistakable shadow visible through the crack at the bottom of the bathroom door. It's gone as quickly as it appears.

Shit. You start to panic as you realize you left your cell phone in the kitchen. As quietly as you can, you look around the small room for something to defend yourself with. A hair dryer, dental floss, a few week’s worth of dirty laundry..

You hear the creaking of floorboards as footsteps seem to creep closer and closer to the bathroom door.

Crutches. You have two crutches. You can clobber them with your crutches.

“I can hear you,” you call to whoever is just beyond the door. “I know you’re out there.”

Silence. No hint of any further movement.

You place one crutch under your left armpit for support, keeping the other one ready to wield as a weapon. “You have ten seconds to get out of my apartment,” you say a bit louder, willing your voice not to waver. “I have a weapon.”

Yeah, a weapon. If you can call it that.

Ten seconds come and go, followed by another ten seconds.

You weren’t going to let someone play this game with you in your own home.

Taking one last deep breath and tightening your grip on the defense crutch, you sling the bathroom door open quickly.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim, immediately relaxing your weight against the crutches, releasing the death grip that you had on your uninjured side.

It’s dark in your bedroom save for a few pale orange string lights hung around your bed frame and the light that spills in from the bathroom, but you would recognize his broad frame anywhere.

“Thank fuck you’re okay,” you exhale, swinging yourself over to where he stands at the foot of your bed. When you’re a little over a foot away from him, you realize he’s sopping wet - his hair dripping water droplets and his skin dewy. His clothing, the same clothing that you last saw him in three days ago, clings to his body like a second skin.

He remains still as a statue, and as silent as one.

“Are you okay?” You ask him apprehensively. You give him a once over, from head to toe. You don't see any noticeable injuries, but he is trembling.

“Bucky?” You ask in a small voice.

His lips are set in a hard line. He doesn't answer, just stares at you. Stares at you like he’s trying to figure out why he’s here.

Stares at you like he’s trying to decide if he knows you or not.

The immense relief that you had felt at knowing he's alive is washed away by a sinking feeling.

His eyes trail from your face and slowly down your towel-clad body. He pauses when he gets to your foot, glancing back and forth from your cast to the crutches on either side. His brows furrow together - almost like he's in pain.

“I'm okay,” you assure him in a shaky voice. “It's just a fracture,” you explain. “I'll be healed in no time.”

You notice that his features relax a bit at your words - just enough to give you hope that Bucky, your Bucky, is in there and he's listening to you.

Do whatever you have to do to keep him here. Don't let him out of your sight. Help him remember who he is, your inner monologue screams at you. Just don't let him run away again.

“Are you cold?” You ask him. You're not necessarily expecting him to answer, you're just trying to put him at ease. “How about we get you some dry clothes?” You add, nodding towards his drenched henley.

You retreat into the bathroom, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that he'd left over the last time he had stayed the night - the night before he went missing. They were at the top of the laundry basket - maybe not the cleanest, but better that the wet, dirty clothing he's in currently.

You limp your way back over to where he stands at your bed, leaning against the mattress for support. You set your crutches down and hand him the shirt and pants, which he hesitantly accepts. He makes no move to remove the wet clothes from his body, instead gently places the dry clothes onto the mattress beside him.

“Would you like some help?” you offer cautiously, terrified of doing anything that could cause him to run. You slowly reach towards the clothing that he had just placed on the bed, but he stops you before you can pick the t-shirt back up - grasping your wrist in his vibranium hand.

You can’t stop the small gasp that escapes past your lips. His hold on you is firm, but not painful. You could rip your hand from him if you wanted to - but you don’t.

Instead, you let him hold your hand as he begins to rub his metal thumb in a circular motion next to yours. You’re frozen; watching him carefully as he examines the movements his metal digit makes on your skin.

The goosebumps that appear in the wake of his touch don’t go unnoticed by him. His eyes trail from where his hand holds yours and up the expanse of your arm, until they land on your exposed neck. The towel covering your midsection has started to come loose, hanging low enough to reveal the top of your breasts.

He drops your hand, taking a step closer to you. You have to remind yourself to breathe - your Bucky is in there. Your Bucky, who is gentle, and soft, and would never do anything to cause you harm.

You have to trust that.

He brings his vibranium fingers up to the edge of the towel, trailing them across the mounds of your breasts. Your nipples harden right away, visible through the thin material of the towel.

You would let this play out however he wants it to. However he needs it to.

When his index finger stops where the towel is tucked into itself at your side, you forget how to breathe. He pauses for a split-second before unhooking the cloth and letting it fall to your feet.

He drinks in the sight of you bare before him, his jaw clenched and pupils dilated.

Dozens of times he has seen you like this, and never have you felt so completely vulnerable under his gaze.

And still there's a slickness gathering at the apex of your thighs.

He brings his flesh hand to your waist, putting the faintest bit of pressure against your skin. You close your eyes at the sensation - he's barely fucking touching you and you could melt into him.

Your name falls off of his lips - it's barely even a whisper, nearly inaudible but unmistakable. Your name. He remembers your name.

“Bucky,” your voice cracks when you whisper his own name back to him. His eyes snap up to yours, a mix of realization and hesitation brewing in them.

You bring both of your hands to the tail of his wet shirt, giving him time to pull away before you start to tug the shirt upwards. He doesn't stop you - in fact, he raises his own arms to help you tug the soaked fabric off of him. You toss the shirt in the general direction of your bathroom.

You didn't think there would ever come a time that the sight of him getting naked for you wouldn't make you want to drool.

You unsnap the button of his tactical pants, keeping your eyes on his face the whole time, hyper-analyzing his expression for any sign of reluctance.

You dip your fingers past the waistband of his boxers, his eyes fluttering closed as your hand travels lower.

He's already fully hard as you hold him, stroking him as best you can from inside the confines of his underwear and pants. You pump him in your hand and his head rolls back so that he's looking up at your ceiling.

Fuck, it takes all the restraint you possess to resist leaning forward and sucking on his neck.

Another time, you tell yourself, anxious about overwhelming him.

He curses under his breath - something in Russian that you don't recognize but the expression on his face indicates it to be a praise. There's a shift in his initially reserved, unsure demeanor when you begin to pump him faster.

His head snaps back down, his eyes raking up and down your body once more before he brings his hands to your lower back, maneuvering you against the bed.

You scoot until your back comes in contact with the cool satin of your pillows, relaxing into the bedding. At last Bucky begins to shed the layers of wet clothing covering his lower half, not taking his eyes off of your body as he removes his boots, followed by his pants and boxers.

He kneels on the mattress, crawling above where you lay. You want nothing more than to grab him by the shoulders and pull his mouth to yours, but you are going to let him call the shots.

He nudges your thighs apart with his knee, nestling himself between your legs. He grasps your breast in his vibranium hand, giving it a firm squeeze before rolling your nipple between his icy fingers.

He lowers himself so that he's belly down on your mattress, his face inches away from your pussy. He removes his hand from your breast and you let out a small whimper of disappointment at the abrupt lack of sensation. He uses that same hand to hike your uninjured leg over his shoulder, securing his head between the soft interior of your thighs.

He kisses you, starting at your belly button and working his way to your center. His lips feel like fire against your skin. You keep your hips planted firmly on the bed, fighting the urge to thrust your pussy up to his face.

“Please,” you whine. “Bucky, please.” You swear you can see the faintest trace of a smirk that looks so undeniably Bucky.

You clench your thighs around his face and he lets out a low, guttural groan as his mouth makes contact with you.

Normally, Bucky closes his eyes while he's going down on you - gets completely lost in it. Right now, his eyes are wide open - making sure he doesn't miss the way your mouth gapes when he rolls his tongue around your clit and the way your chest heaves when he nudges his tongue inside you.

You don't know which you find hotter.

You can already feel the tightening of a coil in your lower belly, making it impossible to resist rolling your hips to meet the torturous pace he's set with his tongue. You grind against his face, the thin layer of stubble that's grown across his jaw since you last saw him scratching against the sensitive flesh around your cunt.

You're approaching your climax when he pulls away, making you mewl at the loss of contact. His face glistens with your slick.

He flips you onto your side, placing you on your left side so that your injured leg rests against the mattress. You prop your head up with your hand as he slides in behind you.

His chest presses against your back, the heat of his body warming you all over. His flesh hand juts between your thighs, raising your right leg high enough for him to slap his cock against your pussy.

He strokes himself in his hand while he teases your folds - lubricating himself with your juices.

You turn your head to look at him right as he sheaths himself inside you, filling you entirely in one swift motion.

Fuck, you have to taste yourself on him. You can't handle not having his mouth on yours for another second.

You tilt your head back enough to connect your mouth to his - every worry you once had about coming on too strong and overwhelming him melts away as he opens his mouth for you, moving his lips against yours in an effortless rhythm.

He starts slow, quickly working up to a rapid pace as he repeatedly slams into your cervix from the sweetest angle. The sounds that you're making for him are pornographic - moaning into his mouth as his flesh hand comes around your front, landing on your engorged clitoris. He rubs languid circles while he continues to pound into you from behind.

You pull your lips away from his when you feel your orgasm building. “You always make me feel so good, you know that?” You ask him breathily, your mouth now right next to his ear.

“Every time you fuck me, I'm more sure that no one could ever compare to you. You've ruined me for everyone else. There’s only you for me.”

“Fuck,” he curses and groans your name again - it's the closest he's sounded to his normal self, which only spurs you on.

“I’ve become so fucking addicted to you in such a short amount of time,” you say in between moans as the head of his cock hits your sweet spot just right. “Think about you anytime you're not near me, drives me fucking crazy.”

He flips you - doesn't pull out - so that you're now underneath him. He goes right back to the same brutal pace, bringing his flesh hand to cradle your face as he stares down at you.

Clarity - you recognize it plain as day on his features.

He gives you a few more fast, hard thrusts before you're milking his cock through your orgasm. You crash your lips to his and he's coming - filling you up with his warm seed as he kisses you senseless.

He gradually stills inside you, his body going limp on top of yours as he rests his face in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, peppering kisses across his scarred shoulder, where flesh meets metal.

“I'm so sorry if I scared you,” he murmurs against the sweat-slicked skin of your throat after a moment. “I wasn't myself. Not even entirely sure how I ended up here - it's like I was pulled in this direction - to you,” he sighs.

You're overcome with such an immense relief at hearing him speak that you could cry. You tighten your hold around him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

“You could never scare me, Bucky,” you assure him. He pulls out of you, rolling off of you onto the bed beside you and tugging you to his chest. Your cheek rests just over his heart.

"I know you. Even when I know nothing else, even when I don't know myself, I know you."

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[anashins]

what if jaehyun comes home from the military and the filthiest smutty smut smut happens….

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: smut, swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: During his military vacation, Jaehyun comes home after months of being apart from you - all buff and with a lot of pent-up desire.

A/N: So, we are all simping over military Jaehyun over here, huh?

Cook together

Go for a walk in the park

Play video games

Visit a café

Watch our favorite TV shows

Go sledding

Meet with Jaehyun’s friends and family

…

You had prepared a long bucket list of things you wanted to do with Jaehyun on his first vacation from the military. He only had two weeks, and though it might sound long, in comparison to one and a half years away from you, it was nothing. So you wanted to make the most of it and give him a great time with all his favorite things to do.

“In the taxi now. Home in 10 minutes!”

Jaehyun’s text was followed by a selfie of him in the car.

You excitedly clapped your hands together. The meat was already sizzling in the pan, the rice steaming in the cooker and the desert cooling in the refrigerator. You wanted to welcome your boyfriend back with a freshly home cooked meal. 

After that, you would suggest going for a walk, visit a café and then have dinner at his favorite restaurant. His first day home, or better say the whole two weeks, were already perfectly mapped out in your head - and in your planner. 

But little did you know that this day would not go as planned. At all.

“I’m back!”

Because when your boyfriend was standing at the opened entrance door ten minutes later, a wide grin on his face and wearing his full standard military uniform, you forgot every single thing on your list. Seeing Jaehyun in his uniform made you forget not only your plans, but your entire sanity. 

He had gotten a bit buffer, a bit healthier, and his hair only a bit longer as you caught from them peeking out of his beret. He looked handsome as hell, and there was this thing about his standard uniform that only enhanced all of this.

“Oh, what smells so good in here?” Jaehyun asked after having given you a long hug. “I’m actually so hungry!”

There was one thing on your list that you now remembered you had totally forgotten to put on.

“Yes, me too,” you agreed, grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to you while his beret went flying all the way to the floor.

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“Show me what you’ve worked so hard on in the military, Jaehyun,” you purred and let yourself fall back onto the bed. “Show me what I’ve been missing out on for so many months.”

Jaehyun pushed your legs together with his thighs when he gently settled on top of you. His jacket and shirt had long been taken off by your hasty fingers that had struggled with opening the buttons in excitement of what was underneath all that fabric. 

Now, his prominent chest muscles were flexing on top of you, and you stretched out your hands to touch them, but Jaehyun was quick in grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm above your head. He did the same to your other arm and locked them in place against the pillow with only one of his hands.

He then grinned at you. “Very well. I’ll show you.”

You didn’t even try to pry yourself from his grip, but anticipated the joy when he bent down. The expected kisses on your lips or neck never happened though. Instead, you felt his hot lips on your chest, soon followed by a warm wetness on the tip of your mound when he let his tongue drape over your nipple. Taking it between his teeth, Jaehyun tugged slightly on the skin, and you yelped in surprise, wriggling in his grip.

“You cannot imagine how much I had to restrict myself during all this time,” he said when he came up again, facing your flushed and hot face.

“Don’t worry,” you snickered. “We have two weeks to make up for all of it.”

“But I fear, even if we do it during all hours of the day, it might not be enough for all the pent up desire I have built.”

Jaehyun let go of you and got up on both of his knees. With his hands on his belt, he freed his pants from the tightness with a clattering sound. His cock sprang free and had long reached its peak height. You licked over your licks, wanting to taste him and take all of him into your mouth. 

So you arose and slowly placed your fingers around his girth. He was thick and so hard, already pulsing regularly in your palms, and it only took you a few strokes until Jaehyun begged you to stop,

“Please... Otherwise it will end right here.”

You were also aware that months of yearning didn’t leave much room for long and extensive foreplay. Perhaps, you could wake him in the morning with a little treat, but until then, you were more than willing to finally have him inside you again. 

You helped Jaehyun out of his pants before you took off your underwear as well. He placed his naked body on top of yours, pushing you as far up to the bedhead as possible. 

“You wanna know what I’ve trained so hard for in the military? What these muscles are for?”

��Mmhmm.”

A corner of your lip tilted up when you felt him nudging in your already wet entrance, and you slowly exhaled when he slipped into you as if it were the easiest thing in the world after having made you so hot already flexing his newly gained muscles. You opened your mouth to say this to him, but out came only a sound you hadn’t heard yourself made in so long when Jaehyun suddenly pushed into you with a long stroke.

You were holding onto his shoulders when he first started out slowly and deliberately, his thrusts thoughtful and just according to your liking, which you let him know by moaning slightly into his ear and digging your nails just a little deeper into his muscles. This was what Jaehyun always did though, paying attention to your needs and preferences first, there was no way this man would let go of you unsatisfied. 

“Yes, Jaehyun! Exactly there!”

During the months apart, he hadn’t forgotten what he needed to do, what you liked, and you vocally let him know that.

But when you looked up to Jaehyun, you saw his closed eyes, his gritted teeth and the restraint written all over his sweaty face while he was moving on top of you. This man, who was trying to please you so much, was fighting his own urge to release his pent up desire all at once.

“Jaehyun.” You stretched out your hands and lifted yourself up to kiss him when he halted his movements. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry-”

His lips parted again as he was preparing himself to say something more, but you only giggled and kissed him again. “You don’t have to hold yourself back for me.”

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath while having his gaze locked with you. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“Will it be like the time you went on vacation for two weeks?”

His expression suddenly turned a bit sinister. “I believe much worse.”

What to make of his words, you got to know bare moments later after Jaehyun had lifted his upper body up and grabbed onto the headboard, his biceps straining in your sight. 

You whimpered slightly when his thrust rhythm suddenly changed. They were not longing and deep anymore, but hasty and hard, barely giving you a second to breathe whenever he pulled away before pushing back into you with full force. Again, and again, and again.

 “Ah, Jaeh-” Pause to breathe. “-hyun!”

The headboard was constantly banging against the thin wall, and the noise of Jaehyun’s heavy panting mixed with your own begs as you pleaded to him, “Please… more!”

It was usually not your preferred style, but who said you couldn’t try something else every now and then? You lifted up your legs and trapped Jaehyun’s waist between your thighs. He was happy to comply as he kissed your forehead and instead of slowing down, only went faster with his pace, despite your initial doubts whether this was even possible.

But it was, indeed. 

You were holding onto Jaehyun like a lifeline, and while you had to admit that you usually liked it slow and sensual, there was something about him taking you apart in such a wild style that nearly made you lose all your sanity again. At one point, when he was penetrating just the right spot with just the right speed, you even found yourself screaming, muffling the sound while biting into his shoulder.

“A sh-” Jaehyun started, but barely finished with, “I’m so-” Before he groaned and then froze on top of you. 

It was a majestic sight for you, watching your boyfriend cum. The fine line between holding back and the final release, the battle on his face slowly giving in to the long awaited release. He looked so beautiful and hot at the same time.

You felt Jaehyun emptying himself all inside of you, pumping and pumping for much longer than usual while you were just holding him through it, until he needed to let himself slowly back down on you. 

You laid your head on his chest that was still sweaty and irregularly heaving up and down. You let your fingertips trail along his muscles while closing your eyes, and suddenly felt Jaehyun’s arm embracing you from the side.

“I’m sorry I was neglecting you,” he suddenly apologized. 

“What do you mean? I was having so much fun!”

“So… it was good?”

“I don’t mind going rougher every now and then.”

“Hmm. But I was too fast and you didn-”

“It didn’t matter at that moment. It was still enjoyable. Besides…” You moved up and turned on your stomach, bracing yourself on your arms against Jaehyun’s chest and placing your head on them so that you could watch him. “We still have two full weeks for you to do the job more than once. I maybe just need to adjust the initial plans a little… Let me just-” 

You shifted to arise from your position, but Jaehyun reached out his arm and hindered you from doing so by holding onto the back of your head. Gently, he pulled you to him so that you were facing each other closely.

“You don’t want me to show you another thing I’ve practiced so hard for in the army?” he smirked. 

You raised your brows. “Aside from your new strength, what could it be?”

Jaehyun’s smile grew wicked. “Stamina,” he answered before he turned you on your back with one swift motion and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Invincible x Reader

cw: f!superhero reader, pregnant reader, repeat: very pregnant reader, heterosexual sex, pregnant sex, fingering, slight body dysmorphia language, general fluff & cuteness

wc: 2K

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“And in other news, catastrophe came to downtown when an apartment building caught fire earlier this afternoon. Luckily, Invincible was on site to help subdue the blaze along with local fire & rescue teams. Thanks to the efforts of our local heroes and superhero, no one was seriously injured. Now over to Susan Storm for the weather…”

You sigh as you turn off the TV and stare into the blank screen. You wish you were out there. Saving the city with everyone else instead of cooped up here. “Don’t forget, I’m pretty cool too.” You mutter at your round, very pregnant stomach.

It wasn’t like your pregnancy was ‘unplanned’. You and Mark had talked about having a family just….not right now. With everything going on, and the two of you only just getting married, you thought this was a kick-the-can-down-the-road conversation for another day. Apparently, the universe had other plans, and all of a sudden you were pregnant with your first child.

Again, not a huge issue. Though not totally planned it was a happy surprise. Mark was ecstatic. Picking you up and spinning you around in the air when he heard the news. The only ‘problem’ was being pregnant didn’t really go together with superhero work. Once everyone found out, you were put on restrictive duty. Then when you started showing you were basically shunted away like one of those women in a period drama you had been reading these past few weeks with nothing to do. It was humiliating, and annoying.

“I’m home!”

You crane your head back as far as it would go over the couch to see Mark fly in. In his casual clothes, all smiles, and a to-go bag in hand. “I got you your favorite!”

“Awww! Thanks!” It warmed your heart to know he was thinking about you. Even with everything he had going on. “Like I need more snacks though. I’m already big as a house.”

“Nah. Don’t say that. You’re beautiful.” Mark insisted. Leaning in to give you a kiss before he sat on the couch beside you. Draping your legs across his lap. “How was your day?”

“Fine. This.” You told him as you gestured towards the couch. This heavily pregnant with the baby due soon, you basically picked a spot to sink into and that was that for the day. “Rudy gave me some schematics that he said he needed some help, but I think he’s just placating me.”

Mark chuckled. “I don’t think Rudy has that in him. He probably just wants you to feel like your still part of the team.”

“Oh yeah. Look out it’s ‘Beached Whale Girl’.” You sigh and flop your head back against the couch. “Being pregnant sucks.”

“Come on. It’s not that bad.”

You lift your head up to glare at Mark. “Heard about your daring rescue today downtown.”

“Oh? That? Yeah, I was just in the neighborhood. Not a big deal.”

“At least you get to do something. I’m just stuck here all day, bored out of my mind and doing Rudy’s paperwork.”

“I can think of something we can do.” Mark’s hand rubbed against your calf. “If you’re still bored.”

You arch a brow at Mark. Taking in his bashful smile and suggestive look. “Seriously?”

“You said you were super horny recently.” You wouldn’t put it that way but, yes, you had been. Obviously being a woman you had no idea what it was like to be a teenage boy going through puberty, but you had to assume that it was something like this. Constantly thinking about sex or rubbing up against things to get some friction off. Shit…what if you had a boy. Was this going to be your life in 12-15 years? “If you don’t want to that’s fine. We can watch a movie too.”

“I didn’t say that.” You told Mark. “It’s just…do you want to?”

“I mean yeah. Who doesn’t want to have sex with a hottie?” Oh shit…seems that ‘teenage brain’ last a bit longer that 12-15 years. God help you.

“You’re not like grossed out?” Though it was probably all in your head, it felt like you were ever expanding at this point. You felt five times bigger than you did last week when the two of you had sex, so maybe the appeal wasn’t there anymore. Plus you hadn’t showered yet today.

Mark just scoffed with a smile as he leaned over the couch to kiss you. “Don’t say that. You’re beautiful.”

His lips connect with yours and you instantly let Mark in. He smelled like soap. So, he must have showered before he came home, and yet there was still a lingering scent of smoke in his hair from the fire earlier. Musky and dangerous.

You moan softly into the kiss and adjust as much as you could to lay comfortably on the couch and let Mark lay on top of you between your legs. His hands bracing on either side of you on the soft material to not crush you or the baby.

“Do you want to move to the bedroom?” You ask Mark when the two of you finally broke apart from kissing. “Not sure how much more this old couch could take.”

The couch was fine. You were just being self-conscious on your current size. Maybe Mark sensed this, or perhaps it was just his usual chivalrous nature, but he just grinned, got off the couch, and then lifted you in his arms with ease. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He gave you another peck and then flew off to the bedroom to lay you down on the bed. Looking up at Mark you could see an almost overwhelming look of love and devotion on his face. It made your insides tingle.

“It’s not fair you get to wear the same clothes through all this.” You ‘scold’ as Mark divested himself of his pull over and pants while you were struggling to take off your top that was once your comfy shirt turned fitted tee.

Mark just laughed. “Tell you what. Next time, I’ll put on 20 pounds too so we’ll both look the same.”

You arch your brow at the comment of ‘next time’ but do not have a chance to ask as Mark slid up across the bed to kiss you again. You moan loudly this time into the kiss. No longer distracted with falling off the couch and feeling completely safe in Mark’s arms.

His hands run over your body. Lightly callused from fighting and work. The sensation making you shutter. One hand slid up to your breast and palmed it in his hand. The touch caused you to moan obscenely loud. Your breasts had been incredibly sensitive the past few days, and sore with the new weight on them. Having them touched, getting the weight off your chest even just a little, felt amazing.

“That feel good baby?” Mark asked. Voice hot & heavy as he kissed the corners of your mouth and jaw.

You let out a helpless little, “yeaahh…” and arch your back to press your chest into his hand further for more attention.

Mark slid down, kissing your neck along the way, to press his lips along the sides of your swollen breasts. Soft and gentle. Like butterfly kisses almost. While he worked on your breasts you felt another hand touch your thigh and slide up. Your legs immediately part for him. Almost whimpering for his touch as you waited for his fingers to make contact. “Mark please….”

Your hero of course doesn’t leave you hanging. His fingers make quick work of the boy shorts you had been wearing around the house. Where they went and what happened to them you didn’t really care. All you cared about was Mark touching you and when you finally felt his fingers against your apex your back nearly bowed. “Oh my God…!”

At your persistent cry, Mark’s fingers became more insistent. Usually, he would work up to two fingers inside you, but with how needy you were being and how wet & open your pussy was, he must have felt confident to just go ahead. Burying them inside you while his thumb rubbed your clit. “Fuck babe. You’re so wet…feel like you’re gonna swallow my hand.”

“Mmmm….Mark…!” You just moan. Indeed feeling your walls tighten around his fingers with urgency. “Put your dick in me!”

“That’s no way for a mother to talk.” He teased as he pulled his fingers out of you.

You whimper in your mind at the loss but still have the sense to glare playfully at him and tell him, “Mother fucker.”

Mark laughed and God how you loved that sound. You hoped your kid got his laugh. He scooted back on his knees and used what juices he had collected on his hand to lube up his cock. “Can you roll over for me?”

The request left you a little confused, but you do as he said. “There. Right there. That’s perfect.” He said as you moved to lay on your side and Mark came up behind you to spoon before sticking a pillow under your stomach. “I read that this will be a little easier on your back this time and help with the pressure.”

“You read?” You repeated, looking over your shoulder at Mark, who blushed and kind of sheepishly shrugged. God how you loved this man. If you could get pregnant twice right now you would. “Well, let’s put your research to work.”

Mark gave a little groan and leaned over to kiss you while you craned your neck back. He moved your leg up and slid his dick between your thighs. You moan into Mark’s mouth as you felt the head of his cock bump against your entrance and then slide past. The hard lines of him frottaging against your pussy and getting slick. “Mmmm…Mark…Please….”

He pulled back again and properly slipped his cock inside you. It goes in easy but you still gasp as you finally got what you wanted. “Oh fuck..!” Mark held your leg back as he thrust into you. Slow and shallow. You grip the sheets with your hands tight. Moaning and panting while Mark fucked you from behind. “It feels so good….”

“You feel so good…” Mark groaned back. Panting against your ear. The hard lines of his chest pressed against your back.

His teeth nip at your ear and you shutter. “D-Don’t…!”

“Why? Are you gonna cum baby?” He did it again as he teased you, his hand sliding down from your thigh holding your leg to your juicy center. Fingers finding your clit and rubbing it, making quick work of you to orgasm.

“M-Mark!” You sputter as you convulse around him. White noise filling your ears as stars dance behind your eyes.

You come back just in time to hear Mark cum too, a tale-tell low grunt, and his hips slowed with his cock buried inside you. The two of you laid there for a moment, sweaty and spent, before Mark kissed your shoulder and pulled back. “How was that?”

“You have to ask?” You tease him. Then roll over to your other side, with some effort, to cuddle your husband. “Amazing. And, yes, the pillow really helped.” Mark grinned and kissed your nose with pride.

Below, you felt the baby kick in your stomach. Seeming to realize that its disturbance was now over, and they had some things to say about it. “Yeah, yeah…” You coo at them as you rub your belly. “I need a shower. Or a bath.” That would probably calm them down. “Do you think my takeout is still good?”

“I can heat it up for you while you take your bath.” Mark offered.

You grin and lean up to kiss him. “You are just too good to me.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? You make it easy.”

Mark then got up to start the tub for you before reheating your food. You sat there, contented. Some day soon you would return to taking care of the world’s problems and fighting crime. But, for now, it was nice to be the one taken care of.

[shouyuus]

OH MY FUCKKK. college roomate!vi is fucking killing meeee. the last one made me literally squeal when i read about vi's vape 😩😩 i am a silly little smoker myself and i was wondering if you'd write something about vi introducing reader to smoking? like one night they're sitting and talking on the couch, maybe watching a movie or something and vi whips out her lost mary (i KNOW thats what she'd smoke) and reader asks kinda out of nowhere to have a hit, and vi laughs a little and then teaches her how to use it (it is an art form), and their faces keep getting closer and closer and they're basically kissing because they're hitting from the same vape, right? RAAAHHHHHH 😩

college roommate!vi cinematic universe not me having to google the brand but yES ur rite she woULD

+18, no sex but vape usage, mdni

"l-like that?"

"yeah, just like that -- breathe in -- hold it -- breathe out --"

you let out a soft groan, the "cherry peach lemonade" flavored smoke slipping from the corners of your lips in streams, vi's eyes flickering down and back up again, her own lips parted, her pupils dark.

"it's -- it's a good flavor," you say, blinking as you hand the vape back to vi, who grins and takes a long hit, leaning back slow, one hand on the vape, the other slung lazily across the sofa back, letting the smoke unfurl from her mouth. you watch, mesmerized as she rounds out her lips and blows out little smoke rings just to make you laugh.

"yeah, it's nice," vi says, her voice soft as she glances back at you, at the way your eyes have gone just a bit hazy. she leans forward, tugging your chin towards her with a thumb and forefinger, a mischievous grin sweeping across her face.

"open your mouth for me, pretty girl."

you do, letting your mouth fall slack as vi takes another long hit and blows the smoke into your mouth. like this, you can feel the cool of the smoke, the warmth of her breath, the strange duality sending tingles shooting down your back, a coil tightening in your gut as you breath in.

your lashes flutter as the high slips through your body, the weightlessness gathering in your loosening muscles.

"i-i've seen people do that before --" you say, grasping for something to fill the strange, ethereal silence, "at parties," you clarify, hoping for... you're not entirely sure what.

vi chuckles, "yeah? it's called shotgunning. it's... a bit gentler than just taking a hit straight from the vape so --"

she pulls you towards her again, this time, you lean in and your lips are so close you can feel the heat of her skin against yours.

you open your mouth without her prompting, and you don't miss the way her pupils dilate at the motion. and just for a second, you can taste your own heartbeat -- the sweet cherry peach lemonade tang of it at the back of your throat -- before vi's blowing another steady stream of smoke into you and you're breathing it in, tasting her -- wondering if her lips would be just as sweet without all the flavored smoke --

"there... think that's enough for you for tonight?" vi asks, pulling back with a grin.

you lick your lips, glancing at the tv screen.

"we've missed like... half the movie."

vi laughs, grabbing for the remote, "yeah well. we were busy. luckily, there's a rewind button."

you keep quiet as she rewinds through the parts of the movie the both of you missed, your mind a berry-tinted haze of half-formed thoughts. you inch closer to her, pressing your thigh to hers, letting your head drop onto her shoulder.

"thanks, vi," you say, your eyes cast towards the tv but not really seeing it at all.

she stills beneath your touch.

"what for, princess?"

you nuzzle your head deeper into her neck, "nothing just... glad you're here."

after a beat, vi curls an arm around your shoulder and gives you a squeeze.

"i'll always be here, princess. whenever you need me. and even if you don't. got it?"

you giggle, closing your eyes and letting the bright neons of the movie play out behind your eyelids like the passing of so many days and nights.

"i'll always need you, vi... even if you think i don't." and your voice is so, slow, honest. so honest that vi feels her chest squeeze. she settles for brushing her lips along the seam of your hair.

"then i guess we're stuck with each other for the long haul, aren't we princess?"

you let out a sleepy little laugh, nodding.

"yeah. guess we are."

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji had been calling and texting you for the past hour, since he hadn't heard anything from you all morning. He knew you didn't have to go to work, but maybe you got called in, or maybe you went somewhere and the service is terrible. Maybe your phone is dead. Maybe you're mad at him about something he wasn't aware of. Maybe you're hurt.

No more maybes. He has a spare key for a reason.

Toji had rarely put the key you gave him to use. Normally, you were either home already or you would let him know when you would be home, so this was a weird occurrence.

He shut the door behind him. There was no smell of breakfast lingering or the sound of your TV or your phone. The bathroom was empty, you weren't in the living room. What the hell?

Toji opens the door to your room and spots a lump on the bed. It seems to be barely moving, like it's breathing. He sighs, and makes his way to it, ripping the blanket off. He's prepared to face the consequences.

"Mm..." you whine, sleepily, curling up to shield yourself from the light and the breeze that brushes against your skin.

While normally Toji would be all over you, like a dog with a bone, for not wearing bottoms with his shirt, he feels the need to press you this time.

"Why the hell are you still sleeping? It's one," Toji chides. He furrows his brows when you don't react. "Hey," he calls, poking your forehead. When you continue to ignore him, he pokes your cheek. You whine, annoyed by the disturbance.

"Are you sick or something? Why are you sleeping?" He pokes at you again when you don't respond.

"Tojiii," you groan. "I'm off. Just gonna sleep today."

"Yeah? Well, what about me? I'm not some stupid Tamagotchi that you can just toss aside and forget about."

"Wanna lay down with me?" You mumble, tiredly.

"No, we're gonna go eat, so get up and get dressed," he says, pulling at your shirt.

"But Tojiii," you whine, dramatically. You grip onto your sheets when he starts making progress on literally dragging you out of bed.

"Don't start. We both know I can lift you like you're weightless," he says, like it's a threat.

"Toji, if you drop me, I will scream," you warn, still clinging to the sheets.

"Wouldn't be the first time your neighbors hear you screaming because of me."

"Okay, Toji. Okay," You say, turning your head and staring at him in playful disbelief, before plopping down on the bed again. "I'm not going anywhere."

"What?" He halts his pulling of your shirt.

"You heard me," you respond, with more than enough sass.

"I wanna hear you say it with your chest. Don't muffle your attitude if you're gonna show it at all. Repeat yourself for me."

And you so confidently do. "Said I'm not going anywhere."

Toji sighs. He doesn't know what's gotten into you, but he definitely knows the solution.

"Alright, we're doing this. Cool," he mutters, sitting down on the bed and positioning himself so that his back is against the headboard. "Come here," he commands, patting his thigh twice. "Sit on my lap." He stares you down, patience clearly worn, when you just lie there, unmoving. "Don't overcomplicate this. I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself."

You know better than to test him, so you get up and make your way over. You turn your back to him and plant yourself on his lap, per request.

"What?" You question, initiating the conversation when you realize nothing is being said. You're both just sitting there in silence.

"That's what I wanna know. What? Why are you being like this?" Toji asks. His hands move onto your soft outer thighs and slowly travel to the tops of them. He pushes up the hem of your oversized shirt to feel up more of the soft plush. "You're normally all sweet with me, but right now you're on a roll with the brattiness." His lips press to your bare shoulder, the area exposed by the bagginess of your shirt. "Just trying to piece things together here, baby."

"I just..." you pause, collecting your thoughts. Nothing seems good enough as a response. Yeah, he woke you up, but it is almost two in the afternoon. He did it within reason, but also you don't have to go to work, so sleeping for longer is also reasonable. You just didn't think before you got all snippy with him.

"Hm?"

The soft sound should not make you feel as nervous as it does, but the combination of his hands rubbing your thighs and the way he rests his chin on your shoulder to look at you just spikes your awareness.

"You don't have a reason, do you?" Toji murmurs, when you stop buffering and indulge in that silence you were so against just a minute ago.

You feel like you're in trouble, so instead of responding and digging yourself into a deeper hole, you just sit there and make your peace with what you did on your own.

"So, this is what it takes for you to behave," he murmurs, noticing the way you're sitting pretty on his lap, not a peep coming from you. One of his hands rides higher up your leg, meeting your hip before going beneath your shirt and caressing your tummy. "Noted."

You feel like you could go back to sleep in an instant. He has you all comfortable, doing those soothing motions that normally help you relax and doze off.

"How 'bout this, pretty baby..." Toji starts. "We go out to eat, like I had initially said we would, and then when we come back, we work on you being nice to me, again."

"Mhm," you hum quietly, resting your head against his shoulder and crossing your arms to keep yourself warm.

"Hey," he calls, poking your tummy. "You're really trying to fall asleep on me?"

"Blame yourself. You know what you're doing when you touch me like that."

He hums in response, already knowing what to do to ensure that you wake up. It might make you even more sassy towards him, but he'll deal with that if and when the time comes. Without another second wasted, he wraps his arms around your waist, and squeeeezes tightly. Not with all of his strength because he might actually break you, but enough so that you're pawing at his forearms for relief.

"To-ji! T-Toji, please," you squeak out, elongated groans of pain sounding out.

"Are you gonna wake up?" He asks, still not releasing you.

"I will, I will, I will!" You blurt, your voice strained. "Please," you gasp. You swear your soul is in your face, waving goodbye to you.

"Alright. I'm trusting you, doll. Letting go now," he narrates, loosening his arms around you. "Now, wake up."

"Ugh, I feel sluggish now," you whine, lying back on him, trying to regain your strength after having almost all of it squeezed out of you.

"Uh-uh. You feel sluggish because you haven't eaten and it's almost two in the afternoon."

"But, Toji, you crushed me," you argue.

"I was literally just holding you," he counters, snickering when you turn your head to face him with that tired, grumpy look on your face.

"Are you gaslighting me, right now?" You ask, your tone incredulous. "Because I'm pretty sure you would have squeezed the life out of me had I not reacted."

"Me? Gaslighting? Pshh, I don't even know what that is. I do know what lunch is, though. You know what lunch is? I think we should go grab some. Come on," he prompts, giving one of your thighs a couple pats and the other one a squeeze.

You huff and crawl off his lap, more awake now. "I'm not gonna look like your girlfriend, today," you grumble, as you walk to your closet.

"Yeah? What are you gonna look like, then?" He asks, grinning amusedly as he watches you grab a bra and a pair of underwear, then a t-shirt and some sweatpants out of your dresser.

"Like a lump," you grumble, before walking off to the bathroom.

That grumpy mindset of yours went out the window as soon as you and Toji started chowing down. You reverted back to the aforementioned sweet thing he said you usually are for him, throwing contended smiles at his face from where you sat across the table. You even went as far as to trade bites of your food for bites of his food. Toji wasn't even the slightest bit surprised when your mood skyrocketed after getting some sun and some food in your belly.

After lunch, you were pulling him along with you everywhere, hand in hand—his idea—because he claimed that you kept wandering off without him and eventually he got tired of losing you.

[emiplayzmc]

Chat how do we feel about angst with Tenna. Tenna is so helicopter-y about the Lancer Fan Club being around not just because he wants the attention, but because being in Kris' household he's like legitimately trying to protect them from Dark World stuff (for the most part), at least in his mind. To drown out the bad stuff and act like everything is hunky-dory for their sakes. Just keep your eyes on the TV and stop the fighting and everything will be fine, it'll all be okay. Just tune out the world and play games, watch your favourite shows, ignore everything going wrong. Nothing's wrong, just play Dragon Blazers and watch the game show, don't pay attention to the yelling in the background, Kris ^-^

God I love Tenna. I love the interpretation of drowning bad things out with TV and electronics getting morphed into something overprotective / helicopter-like in him, like he's simultaneously being The Cool Parent in a sense but also just insanely controlling to try and keep things from ending and the illusion that everything is fine being ripped open, for Fun Gang's sakes and his own sake. Divorce so bad the TV got traumatized.

[athenalvss]

DRAMATIC ( wally west )

summary: Wally is completely devastated cause the girl he likes is talking to another boy, and the girl he likes is devastated cause she thinks Wally is in love with someone else.

pairing: wally west x fem!reader

note: I used a nickname for the reader cause i feel weird writing yn. Whatever, feel free to make any kind of request, I really have fun doing this.

open request — dc masterlist

It all started with a hug, something normal for everyone, but not for Wally West.

For Wally, it was a scene straight out of a romantic tv show, one of those you watched with your grandmother when you went to visit her. You were standing at the school gates, laughing with a tall boy, that was bad enough, but the worst was when he messed up your hair.

And you... you laughed. YOU LAUGHED! As if a catastrophic event hadn't just happened in front Wally's eyes, and it got worse when the boy put an arm around your shoulders and you didn't take it away.

"I'm dead," he muttered as he hid behind a column. "I'm not the protagonist of her story. I'm the cool, handsome friend who appears in the post credits scene."

And without looking back, he ran off until he reached the young league. A red blur crossed half the city until he arrived. Wally appeared in the training room as if he had run from another dimension.

"GUYS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!" he shouted, dramatically throwing himself onto a mat. "A big, big problem!"

Dick raised an eyebrow, without looking up from the screen. "We have? Did something happen with Spidey?"

"My heart's broken!" Wally crawled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as if the universe had just kicked him in the heart. "She was with someone else! He hugged her! And he touched her hair! You know who does that? LOVE INTERESTS IN ROMCOMS!! I'm losing, guys!"

Kaldur appeared in the doorway with a towel over his shoulder. "Why are you always so dramatic?"

"I'm not dramatic! My feelings and my heart are shattered!" Wally sat up, dramatic as ever. "I'm never going to have a story with a soundtrack and a happy ending!"

"Maybe if you would stop spying on her from behind columns..."

"I DIDN'T SPY HER! I was just… discreetly watching from a distance to make sure she wasn't kidnapped."

Dick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. So, what do you plan to do now?"

"Nothing. Cry, eat ice cream, and maybe move to another dimension."

Conner grunted from the couch, where he was lifting weights while listening to Wally's dramatic performance in front of him. "Or you could just tell her you like her."

Wally looked at him with a Greek tragedy face. "Are you crazy? What if she rejects me?"

"Then you'll be just like you are now, but you'll leave with dignity and a real reason" Conner said, lifting another weight without changing his expression.

"Besides," Dick added, turning off the console, "I think you're missing the point. She always laughs at your bad jokes, and she saves you a seat in the mission room, and she doesn't do that with just anyone."

Wally frowned. "Of course no, everyone does it!"

The three boys sitting there looked at him with a raised eyebrow and responded in a coordinated manner. "I wouldn't do that."

Waly snorted. "What if she's just nice? That's a strong possibility."

Kaldur sighed deeply, crossing his arms. "You have two options: confess what you feel like a semi-mature adult… or keep screaming like her hair is a souvenir stolen from a mission."

"It takes a lot of confidence to touch someone's hair!" Wally shouted, pointing to the sky. "That dude knew what he was doing!"

"What boy?" Dick asked, hiding his laughter.

"A tall one with a confident smile and the energy of a dangerous supporting character! I don't know his name."

Conner raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous of a guy you don't know and haven't even spoken to?"

"I'M JEALOUS OF ANY GUY BUT ME!"

The training door opened with a soft creak, and M'gann walked in, accompanied by Artemis and Zatanna. The three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw Wally sprawled on the floor, one hand on his chest and the other reaching toward the ceiling as if begging the gods for mercy.

“Is he… hurt?” Zatanna asked, lowering her voice.

"Only from the heart," Conner grunted, still lifting weights.

"Again?" Artemis sighed, crossing her arms.

Wally sat up with theatrical swiftness. "Not “again”! This time it’s real! This time it was a direct attack on my emotions! On my hopes! On my perfectly styled hair meant to impress her!"

"What happened now?" M'gann asked, trying to sound empathetic, even though a smile tugged at her lips.

"I saw her! With another guy. Tall, confident… probably perfect hair. He touched her hair. Her hair!" Wally put a hand to his forehead theatrically " And she… she smiled. SMILED!"

"Wow, that's a big problem" Artemis said sarcastically.

"Thank you for your emotional support!" he replied, hurt.

Zatanna leaned closer, tilting her head curiously. "So what are you going to do about it, Romeo?"

Wally looked at her, disconsolate. "Eat ice cream, watch sad movies, and cry"

"Or you could ask her out, right?" M'gann chimed in, sitting on the edge of a mat. "You're literally one conversation away from resolving this drama."

"And risk her saying no?!" Wally stood up, horrified. "Do you know what that would do to my self esteem? Nothing, cause I don't have any! I already lost it all this morning at the school gate!"

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You had arrived at the training room earlier, but when you saw that the door was ajar and you heard voices inside, you decided not to interrupt.

“…Eat ice cream, watch sad movies, and cry” Wally said.

“Or you could ask her out, right?” M’gann suggested.

Your eyes widened. Ask her out?

You moved closer to the door, as if that would change the fact that you felt an invisible fist squeezing your stomach.

“And risk her saying no?” Wally’s voice sounded again. “Do you know what that would do to my self-esteem? Nothing, because I don’t have any! I already lost it this morning at the school gate!”

You covered your mouth, holding back a pained and exaggerated sound. You walked away quietly, as if you'd been stabbed in slow motion.

You ran into Artemis and Zatanna a few minutes later in the hallway, and that's when your tragedy unfolded:

"IT CAN'T BE! WALLY IS IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE!" you blurted out with a dramatic shriek, clutching the door frame as if you were about to faint.

The two girls stopped, confused. "What are you talking about?" Artemis asked, frowning.

"I heard him!" you said, pointing into space. "HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO ASK ANOTHER GIRL OUT!! He said it with his own mouth! How do I recover from this? How?!"

The three of them were stunned by your performance. Zatanna had a hand on her chest, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing; M'gann was trying not to laugh; and Artemis well, just looked at you like you'd lost your mind.

"Wait... you heard the conversation?" M'gann asked, already suspecting where this was going.

"And you know what the worst part is?!" you exclaimed, pointing at them like a betrayed heroine "YOU WERE HELPING HIM! YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT MY HEART! OR MY DIGNITY! OR MY DAILY HOROSCOPE THAT SAID 'BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ARE AROUND'!"

Artemis brought her hand to her face, resigned. "Oh, please…"

"BETRAYAL!" you continued, now twirling dramatically. "And just today I had done my hair for him..."

Zatanna approached you, very serious. "I need you to tell me right now: Was that acting or are you always this crazy?"

“I’m so crazy about him!” you screamed, throwing yourself to the ground as if you had been mortally wounded.

“…I need to sit down a second” M’gann said, laughing.

Just then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, Wally appeared on the scene, holding an ice cream cone, stopping in his tracks when he saw you on the floor with the girls around you.

Wally stopped when he saw the scene in front of him, you were lying on the floor, Zatanna crying with laughter, Artemis shaking her head, and M'gann literally fanning herself with her hand from laughing so much.

"What's going on here?" he asked, holding up the ice cream as if it were a peace offering.

"DON'T PLAY INNOCENT!" you yelled, pointing at him from the ground with a trembling finger. "I heard everything, West! EVERYTHING!"

“What? Wait, you heard the conversation with the guys?” Wally asked, but his tone instantly changed to nervous. His eyes widened, and the ice cream trembled a little in his hand. “Wait… what part did you hear exactly?”

You sat up slowly, as if you were in a dramatic soap opera. "The part where you said you were in love! And that you were going to ask her out! And that your self-esteem was collapsing like my heart right now!"

Wally took a step back, pale. “Oh no… no, no, no… Did you hear all that?!”

"EVERYTHING!" you shouted, emphasizing with your arms wide open. "And you guys," you pointed at the girls, "were cheering him on! How could you? My own war sisters!"

Zatanna couldn't breathe anymore from laughing. Artemis looked at Wally with a mixture of pity and amusement, and M'gann just said, "Well... at least they're just as intense."

Wally clapped a hand to his chest, as if you'd shot him with a word. "So... if you heard everything... is it so bad that I have feelings for you?!"

"Wait. What?"

[sydwritess]

Mad max

Max verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: You were at home enjoying the peace and quiet before Max got home. When Max eventually came home, he was angrier than ever, accusing you of cheating on him from a photo someone had shown him.

Second Person pov

Warning: Swearing, Max being a bitch

Today was a long day for you. Max was at the circuit, working before the races start. While you were walking around Monaco with your cousin.

"Ugh, I can't believe you made us walk. It's blazing out here." He said, fanning himself with his hand.

"That's what I like about Monaco. Everything is close." You say.

"Do you remember what we used to do as kids, walking down the street?" He asked randomly.

"Oh my God yes!" You say excitedly. He grabbed your hand and we skipped down the sidewalk like we used to. Bobbing our heads around, skipping everywhere.

"Oh my god. That is tiering." He said, letting go of your hand.

"You can't do much of anything before getting tired." You say, laughing at him.

"Okay girl, I see how it is." He said pretending to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

We made it back to you apartment complex in a quick matter of time.

"Wow, this is fancy! I see how you are Miss. Girl." He said, looking all around the lobby before getting into the elevator.

All you could do is laugh at him. You hit the 16th floor button, the elevator closes slowly and you make your way up to your floor.

The elevator dings, signaling that you've reached your floor. We both get out of the elevator, and silently make your way down the hall to your apartment, unlocking the door and stepping in to the cooled down room.

"This feels so nice." Your cousin said, plopping down on the couch.

"I forgot you have never seen this place." You say, walking into the kitchen.

You open the refrigerator door. "Do you want anything to drink?" You ask.

"Water. Please." He answered. You grab two waters and go back into the living room, sitting down next to him.

"Are you coming back to visit?" You ask.

"Yes. Well I have a lot to catch up on when I fly back home, but I will plan our next trip." He say with a smile.

"You definitely should." You say.

We both sat on the couch, watching the sun slowly start to set beyond the ocean.

"Alright. I better get going." He says, standing up from the couch.

"It was great seeing you again." You say, standing up and giving him a hug.

"I know, it was great seeing you. I will come back later tonight before I leave. I will also bring Gabriel with me." He says.

"That sounds great. Thank you, again." You say, walking to the door with him. We both say our goodbyes and he walks out.

After he leaves, you decide to go into the kitchen and start dinner. You were chopping vegetables, and prepared some chicken for the main plate.

Once you had everything prepared, you walk back into the living room and sit on the couch, flipping through the TV channels to find something good to watch.

"Jesus. There's like nothing to watch." You mutter to yourself.

You shut the TV off, and get up off of the couch, walking to the balcony that was connected to the living room.

You gently push the sliding glass door open, walk outside and sit in one of the chairs that was out there, taking in what was left of the sunset.

You were looking down at where the ocean and sky meet, taking everything in when you hear your phone ring.

'Had such a fun time today. Gabriel and I will come over tonight before we leave.' Your cousin texts.

'Awesome. I'm glad you had fun, can't wait.' You type back, putting your phone down.

You were about to lean your head back, looking back out when you heard rustling around in the kitchen. You quickly snap your head around, looking into the apartment to see Max.

"Hey. Didn't know you'd be back this early." You said, walking into the kitchen.

"So did I." Max said, looking in the fridge for something.

"You okay?" You ask.

"Yup. Just... a long day."

You thought nothing of it as he has had many stressful days before, so you walk into the living room, sitting down on the couch again.

Soon after, Max had walked into the living room. You moved your feet off of the cushion next to you so he could sit next to you, but he didn't. He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, taking a sip of his drink as he was sitting down.

You look at him confused. "Are you all set for the race tomorrow?"

"Yeah." He says, looking down at the ground, then back up at you.

"I don't think you should come tomorrow." He says.

"What? Why?"

"You just... don't need to be there." He says bluntly. You were taken back at the statement.

"I- what is wrong with you? Did you have a shitty day or something?" You ask.

He looks at me and shrugs. "Did you have a shitty day?" He repeats.

"No."

"Really. What did you do?"

"I... hung out with my cousin."

"Really. Where?"

"The mall." You say slowly. He nods, but not a nod of approval. He get's up from the chair he was in and walks into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"What the hell?" You whisper.

Suddenly he comes back out, in new clothes, looking like he was going out.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me." He said, walking to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Does it really matter?"

"I'm just asking." You whispered.

"And I'm asking why it fucking matters to you!" He snaps, looking at you. You stand up, looking straight at him.

"What is wrong with you? If I did something, just tell me! Don't yell at me." You say, raising your voice. He shakes his head, letting go of the door handle.

"You thought you could fucking cheat on me and lie about it!" He yells.

"What -" You try to say, all of a sudden, he shoves his phone in your face, showing you a picture of you and a guy holding hands on the street. That guy being your cousin.

"He-"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? How could you fucking do this?"

"I didn't do anything!" You yell back.

"Of course you didn't! Because your here for you!"

"What the hell does that even mean?" You say, tears filling your eyes, your voice getting shakey.

"I should have fucking known since the day I met you. I thought you were the one for me but you fucking threw it around! You threw us away!" He yells, stepping closer to you. You backed up, getting closer to the living room wall.

"I didn't do anything. That's my-"

"Yeah your fucking boyfriend! What, I wasn't there enough for so you had to go out with someone new!"

"No I didn't-"

"Yes you did! I have the fucking proof right here! Don't fucking lie to me!" He said, moving closer and closer to you. Your now fully against the wall. Trapped.

"Will you just let me-"

"I can't believe you! How could you fucking do this to me!" He says, slamming a hand against the wall, near your head.

Your breath was caught in your throat, tears falling down your cheeks.

"Hey guys." A voice said form the front door. You turn to see your cousin there. You suddenly let out a breath that you held within you.

"Schat-" He tries to say, your went to your cousin's side.

"I just came to say goodbye. Everything okay?" Your cousin asks.

"What, he comes to your rescue now?" Max says, pointing to your cousin.

"Babe, is everything okay?" A voice outside the hall was heard. Just then Gabriel said, walking in the doorway.

"Babe?" Max questions.

"He's my boyfriend." Your cousin says.

"Anyway. We have to leave. Are you okay?" Your cousin asks, turning to you.

"I'm okay. Just uh- get home safe." You whisper. He nods, hugging you.

"Did he hurt you?" He whispers.

"No."

"Good. Please call me. I'll let you figure this out." He says, pulling away form the hug.

"I will. Just have a good flight." You say. He nods before walking out with Gabriel, shutting the door behind him.

"Y/n-" Max starts.

You put a hand up "No. Just... no." You say, walking into your bedroom, shutting and locking the door. You slid down against the door, hugging your knee's as you cry into them silently.

Your thoughts rushing, one after another. Not being able to process what just happened.

You sit in your room for hours. Not debating on going back out there. On hearing a shitty apology. On all of it. You slowly make your way to your bed, curling up in it and crying to yourself. Thinking of everything.

You couldn't fall asleep. Your body wouldn't let you. You turn over to get your phone off of the nightstand. Looking at it as it says 10:30 p.m.

You have a feeling that Max might have left. So you slowly get up, and go out of your room, walking down the hallway.

When you reach the main room, you see Max sitting in a chair in the living room, not TV on, no phone. Just starring at the wall. You quietly walk into the kitchen, avoiding his attention to grab something to eat.

You look in the cabinet's, grabbing your snack. You turn around to see Max standing there behind you, distanced. Your breath hitched. Your mind filling with fear.

"I just want to talk." He says gently, taking a step towards you. You step back. The incident from before appearing in your head.

He see's your movement, and steps back again.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said, putting his hand in the air. Your still silent.

"I just... I'm sorry. Really sorry."

You shake your head, not giving in yet.

"I should have let you talk. Or I shouldn't have made the assumption." He said. Tears began to brim your eyes.

"You almost hit me." You say, voice weak.

"I know. I know, but I didn't mean to... hit the wall." He said slowly.

"But you almost hit me."

"I'm sorry." He says. You shake your head again. 'I also should have realized he's your cousin, seeing how you two look alike. You were right. I did have a bad day and, after seeing that. I just, got even more pissed." He says.

"Yeah." You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I- I can leave if you want." He says quietly. You go silent again.

"You should've at least asked."

"I know. You know me, I don't fly of the hook like that."

"Yeah."

"Can we please work this out?" He asks. The room went silent again. You look at him slowly, seeing the sorrow behind his eyes.

"Yeah... I guess." You say, walking over to him. He immediately wraps his arms around you. Hugging you tightly.

"Don't hurt me." You say quietly, tears falling over your cheeks.

"I would never. I'm so sorry." He says.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He says, kissing the top of your head. You burry your head into his shoulder, the tears flowing like a river.

"I'm really sorry. I truly am." He says quietly.

"I know." You whisper. Staying like that for what felt like forever.

Hey loves! Hope you like this one! A bit different from what I write but where's the fun if you don't write different things? Comment to be added to the tag list!

[heartyluv]

Hiiii I have a little request/inspo for you if you would like it 😚🤲🏽 As I was reading your camboy fics (I am obsessed btw), I couldn't stop thinking about reader being the one who maybe has an onlyfans or sells things like her panties for money 👀 And perhaps caleb is her #1 fan because we all know he loves panty sniffing. Then maybe a dash of his usual yandere/stalker tendencies ensue because he believes he's the only one of your fans who truly appreciates you. Idk, maybe there's nothing more to explore here, but I needed to share with you bc I know you will pick up what I'm putting down

- @asiatic-apple

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ لا ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺‎

Note: Thank you for the lovely idea. I hope this meets your expectations!

Creds to @/omi-resources & @/anitalenia for the dividers!

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut, Caleb basically pays to sleep with you, He’s a little bit of a creep LOLL, Panty fucking, He’s been in your apartment without your knowledge, Sex on camera.

Word Count: 2,708

Summary: Caleb is obsessed with his precious camgirl.

Stalker!Caleb/Camgirl!Reader

Finding you fundamentally changed Caleb’s life. He never thought he’d be the type of man to pay for the things he’s paid you for, but here he was, almost ten grand deep, paying you to see the most beautiful things he’s ever had the luxury to lay his eyes on.

When he found you, he thought you were a simple content creator, just a pretty girl who likes to do live streams for fun. When someone initially starts looking through your page, they find you reacting to movies and tv shows, playing popular video games, and even showing tips and tricks on how you take care of your hair.

He thought you were cool, but you didn’t do things he thought he’d be interested in watching. Until he found the tab that said 18+ Only - Must Pay To Enter. That was what hooked him like a hungry fish. And you weren’t cheap, he liked that. Just to enter was $100. He wasn’t ashamed when he put his card information in without hesitation, because he was gifted with the glorious sight that was you.

Videos of you playing with your pretty pussy, using toys and your fingers to please yourself, and images of you bent over, spread open, was what captivated him. He’ll never forget the first time he joined your explicit live. People were gifting you so much cash—hundreds.

Your highest payment was almost two grand, and he understood why anyone was putting money in your pocket just to see you come. He’s never come so hard in his life when he watched your slender fingers slip in and out of your wet hole. The way you bit your lip, the way your eyes rolled back, the way you creamed so beautifully… he needed more.

He didn’t give a damn how much anyone was paying you. They would never, ever, appreciate you the way he does. They would never value such beauty and art like he did with you. And because of that, he has to keep you.

So he took it upon himself to find where you lived. Being a colonel offered him access to technology to be able to easily do things like this. And when he found that you lived only forty five minutes away, he knew the universe was hitting him in the face with destiny.

The first time he came to your home was when you posted an announcement, saying you’d be gone for the next two weeks for a quick family emergency. It was absolutely perfect, and he spent time in your apartment like it was his own. Getting inside was incredibly simple, too. With a simple summon of his gravity evol, he was turning your lock and stepping inside.

He only went during the night time after he got off work and drove nearly an hour every time to be able to figure out who you were. He found all the information he needed; pictures, birth certificate, important documents, journals. He knew you. All he needed was for you to see him so that the relationship he craved could come into fruition.

During his visits, he found your stash of toys that he frequently watches you come on. He even saw the light pink pillow he paid you to hump for $800 while you moaned his name, something he paid you an extra $50 to do. He ended up humping that same pillow himself in your bed his first night, smelling your essence and becoming terribly aroused at the fact that he was in the same place that you fill that hot cunt with everything but him.

After he found your empty laundry hamper, he frowned to see that you took it upon yourself to wash your clothes before you left. But then when he discovered your pantry drawer, all bets were off. He took two pairs for himself, rummaging through the rest to see the red lace pair that you wore before you peeled them down your soft legs to rub your needy clit against the material of the pillow.

He jerked off with that same pair for three days before they became an unusable mess. The way the lace material glided against his cock, the image of them squeezing against your fat pussy and sinking into your pillowy lips was all he needed to come hard and fast every single time.

Caleb was addicted in a way that motivated him. He ended up paying you for so many private videos that he became your top contributor. You knew him by name, but you didn’t know him. And he wanted to change that.

So when you returned from your trip, he proposed an idea to you that he was taking a risk on, but he figured it was the only way to put himself in your life without you suspecting anything.

Sending you a message, he said: Hello, beautiful. It’s Caleb. I want to ask you for something that I know will make you hesitate, but for you, I can be a patient man. I want you so much. It’s in a way that even I can’t understand. So, I’m offering you $5,000 to let me fuck you. I will make sure you have all my information, as well as recently completed tests. Your safety and peace of mind means that much to me. I’m waiting. I always will.

When you read it, you were absolutely thrown off. But you were intrigued, most of all. You’d never been paid by a fan with so much money all at once, nor has any of them had audacity to ask you for such a thing. You should be disturbed, unnerved. But your pussy was throbbing in your pants at the thought, at his…confidence.

So, you sent him a reply and you said yes. He sent you the money immediately with interest. And like he said, all his information was sent to you, down to his address and test results to confirm that he was clean. You did the same out of courtesy, but you had to admit. This was a lot. But it was a lot in the sense that you couldn’t help but find out what would happen.

You let him come to your apartment and sent him directions. It was silly to Caleb, in fact it made him smile. He knew how to get to you three different ways without navigation. He would always know how to get to his pretty girl.

And when he saw you face to face for the first time, he didn’t know what kept him upright, but he thanked it because his knees almost buckled at your gorgeous face. His breath grew ragged as he stared you down. From the tight t-shirt and shorts to the way your doe eyes looked up at him, he knew that you would always belong to him. And you didn’t even know it yet.

“It’s so nice to see you,” he said softly.

“Likewise,” you smiled. Caleb had sent you a picture of him before you agreed, but it didn’t do him any justice. This man was ethereal. “Please, come in.”

Was it crazy to let a stranger in your house to fuck you? Absolutely. You knew that. But Caleb wasn’t a stranger. You’d find that out soon enough.

“I’m sorry,” you huff out a laugh once he’s inside and you shut the door. “I don’t mean to be nervous. I just don’t exactly know how to go about... starting? I’ve never done anything like this.”

He looks around the familiar space, loving how you don’t know a fucking thing. He wonders if you’ve smelled him in your sheets or noticed your missing panties yet.

“It’s okay,” he assures. What he really wanted to say was that he knows. He’s read your journals and learned that you’re more shy than you are extroverted.

“Would you like me to help? I’m more than happy to make your pussy wet,” he says lustfully with hooded eyes.

Your eyes widen, thrown off by the filthy words from a man who looks and seems like a sweet puppy. You clear your throat, not trusting your voice to speak for you and just nod.

He walks up to you, his muscles rippling beneath his white shirt. You look up at him as his hands start to feel on your plush body. If only you could read his mind, you’d understand how fucking ecstatic he was right now.

Feeling you for the first time was like winning the lottery. He couldn’t stop the soft groan that came out of him when he felt how your plump ass filled his strong hands, how you gasped when he pulled you close to inhale your scent that he already knows so well.

Vanilla and a mix of lavender. He ended up buying the same bottle of perfume you love and kept it at his house for when he missed you.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks sweetly.

“I’d like that…”

He kisses your jaw first, using your ass to push you into him as if you couldn’t be any closer. You feel his cock, but only a little through his jeans. And he’s hung—thick.

“Thank you for letting me be here,” he bites your ear. “You don’t know how special you are to me.”

You don’t say anything, whimpering at the soft smooches he trails down the side of your neck. You honestly just think it’s sweet talk and lust, but for him? This is love.

When he finally sticks his tongue in your mouth, all the gentleness he intended to use is gone. He’s ravishing you, making you lose your breath as he sucks on your lips like a sweet treat. He bites them, licks them to soothe the pain, before doing it all over again as you cry into his mouth.

“Where’s your phone?” he mumbles against your lips.

“What?” you ask frazzled.

“Your phone. So we can stream this for your page.”

“Caleb…” you take a moment. “I don’t know if that’s—”

“Let me fuck you on camera, baby. Please.. I’ll make you feel so good. I want everyone to see it.”

“This isn’t a game. For your safety—”

“I don’t give a fuck about me. Just tell me yes..” he cuts you off, and pleads as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

You find yourself succumbing to him often, more than you’d like to admit because you bring your phone to him and he props it up on your kitchen counter that has a view of your couch.

You’re so wet that you can feel it with every step you take. You start the live for him and he’s so happy to see the hundreds of people flood in, enjoying their curiosity.

iluv2cum: Who is that?? 👀

ForDaFanss: Is this a surprise collab?

here4fun: Omg, is this your boyfriend?

Go0nCr3w: SURPRISE LIVE!?!!?

With you two in frame, he doesn’t waste anymore time. He’s about to show everyone who you belong to and his cock is more than ready.

You whimper as he flips you, bending you over the back of your couch. Your hips sway side to side, whining when the cool air wisps against your wet pussy when he tugs your shorts and panties off. He makes you come out of them completely, taking the panties and bringing them to his nose. Your pussy clenches when you look behind you him to see him deeply inhale the baby blue lace like your scent gives him life. This is what he was looking for.

He puts them in his back pocket, undoing his belt buckle and zipper to get his cock out. He’s never been so hard.

He slaps your ass with his length, the echo and sting of colliding flesh making you leak. You feel him bring himself between your lips, moving back and forth in between them without slipping inside.

You gasp. “Holy fuck…You’re big...”

He smiles, letting the tip touch your clit to make your back arch. “Push back for me, baby. Let me in.”

You toot your ass up and push back like he wants. And as your hole is being stretched by his fat cock, when you hear how soaked he’s really made you, you cry out so loud that you’re sure you’ll get a noise complaint.

Pushing into you for the first time is what he can only equate to heaven. This is going to be his for life.

He’s not gentle, he can’t bring himself to be. He grips your hips hard as he watches his cock get covered in your juices, watches how he effortlessly slides in and out of you.

He looks at the phone to see the mass influx of likes and fluttering hearts across the screen. Knowing that they’ll never get what he’s keeping makes him fuck you even harder.

“You suck me in so fucking good,” he coos. “I knew you would. I knew you were made for me.”

“Yes…” you whimper as you grip onto the couch. “Fuck, right there, Caleb…”

“You feel me in your stomach, don’t you? That’s where I’m meant to be. Deep inside you,” he rolls his hips so you really feel every inch. “We compete each other. It’s about time you found that out.”

Your tits press against the couch, the rough thrusts making your hard nipples grind against it beneath your shirt. He’s captivated at the way your ass bounces against him, showing how good you take him like you’re supposed to be.

“Arch it more for me, pretty,” he guides you, pressing his palm to your back. “Take your cum, let me put it where it’s supposed to be.”

His commands make tears form in your eyes as you get ready to take his load. You’ve never felt a cock like this, never felt such power like him. “Caleb…I’m gonna come…”

“I know,” he says breathlessly, stopping for a moment and spitting where you’re connected, watching how his saliva mingles with all the fluid. Then he’s moving again as you clench over and over to suck him back in. “Let me take you there. I’ll be the only one doing it from now on.”

The way he talks like he owns you should scare the shit out of you. Instead, it makes you match his thrusts as he pulses deep inside of you. His fat tip kisses your cervix over and over and over, and when he presses his hand on the back of your neck to keep you down as you take him, you finally come.

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Let them see who makes you cream.”

The way he takes you is being captured for so many to see, and that’s exactly what he wants. No more will you be alone—because he’s here.

You scream his name, grabbing the couch like it feels impossible to ground yourself. When his thick cum spills into you shortly after, you feel how it leaks down your inner thigh as you shake from the intense pleasure.

He gently rocks his hips to push his cum deeper and all that’s heard once he stills is both of you breathing heavily. He pulls out slowly, making you hiss and miss the way he filled you. He then goes to grab your phone to see that the views went from hundreds to thousands, more than he’s ever seen when he watched you. He flips the camera so they get a good shot of your leaking hole.

“This is mine,” he whispers, running his thumb down your lips and smearing his spend. He grasps his cock that’s still half hard, using the tip to rub it all around like he’s staking his claim.

“Fuckk..” he says deeply as some of it leaks to the floor. “If she didn’t know it before, she knows now. And so do all of you.”

He abruptly ends the stream, leaving everyone wet, hard, aching, and confused.

“I meant what I said.” You jolt and cry at the overstimulation when he puts his cock right back inside of your raw and sensitive pussy.

“You and I own each other. Thank you letting me in. Because now,” he leans down and kisses your shoulder.

“You’re never getting rid of me.”

[hearts4mica]

Yeah my boyfriend’s really cool (but he is not as cool as me).

90’s Conner Kent x Socialite! Batsis.

“How does the Batfam react by you dating a super?”

Masterlist requests are open!

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Some weeks after the gala you and conner began to grow closer. Really closer. And it pissed Tim off.

And who wouldn’t be mad? He specifically told Conner his sister was off limits!

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Conner began to come over to the Manor way more than before.

Whenever Con came over Bruce would just assume he just came over to hang out with Tim because why would he think otherwise?

A few months later Conner finally asked you out. You accepted and that’s just how you started dating. Nothing fancy tho.

Everything was doing fine until you finally told your family.

Damian was about to pull out some kryptonite to say the least.

Because why?!

A Wayne with a Kent? That’s was the last thing he needed

Jon already knew about you and Conner so he started calling Damian brother just to annoy him and well he also already saw Damian like a brother so it’s just a bonus. Now he gets to hang out with him even more!

Tim was mad real mad. He neeeded a talk with Conner.

“Why the fuck are you dating my sister after i specifically told you not to! She is off limits do you even know what that means?!” Tim yelled at him ‘raising’ him by the collarneck

“Dude calm down it’s just… love works… in mysterious ways” “Oh don’t go all hippie on me Conner!”

And the news weren’t staying behind.

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Gotham News!

Daily News xx/xx/xxxx

[name] Wayne daughter of philantrophist Bruce Wayne got caught on a date with infamous hero superboy?

Find out everything here ->

Pictures of Miss Wayne have been all over social media where [name] Wayne and Superboy have been spotted at Metropolis park together on a date!

Many people have publicly expresed the unhappiness with this news.

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“Damn this is spreading like a fire” Conner said laying down on the couch

“They’re saying it like it’s the most important thing ever. Ahem ‘Omg Miss Wayne spotted holding hands!’ And those pictures aren’t even clear enough! I mean i know it’s me but they’re blurry how did they even know!”

“[name]!” a voice says barging into the room. Dick barged in turns to look at Conner “and Conner…” makes a disgust face and turns away to stare at you.

“Is this how i find out that you are dating- Conner?! By some Newspaper?! How dare you not tell me! I’m supposed to be your favorite brother! Yo-your older brother!” He shakes your shoulders “Im heartbroken!”

“Dick calm down! It’s not the end of the world?-“

“No!- It is! Baby bird i was supposed to know first! I am your older brother- the- one you’re meant to tell everything first! That’s what i’m here for!

“Well i thought you already knew? Everyone else did!”

“So everyone else already knew?!” He looks devastated like you just insulted just Discowing costume again.

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With Damian things are different tho.

Now whenever Conner comes over he has to bring on offer to Damian or he won’t leave you both alone. And i mean it he WONT leave you alone.

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On a normal tuesday you invited Con over like normal but Damian had decided to hangout with you that day so he is laying down on your bed watching TV until Conner slams the door open. Damian quickly grabs his emergency katana until he realizes it Conner.

He turns around to look at you and then turns around and glares at Conner.

“What is that doing here [name]? I thought we we’re hanging out today, are you ditching me for that thing?.”

“Dude you did not just call me ‘thing’-!” Conner says almost feeling insulted

“Well i already told Conner to come over before you came in Dami”

“Are you seriously choosing it over me?”

“Stop calling me It! Plus i brought dearest damian here an offering.” He takes out a small bunny and hands it to him. “Is this a good enough Dami?

“Ew don’t you don’t ever get to call me that again Kent. And…” examines the small bunny a small forming on his face while looking at the bunny . “I suppose i could leave you alone for a while…” his smile going away after saying those words.

“Great! Bye bye Damian” pushes him out of the room but Conner doesn’t notice Damian sneaking a small piece of kryptonite on Conner’s pocket making Conner sick some minutes after making Conner check his pockets finding the small piece of kryptonite.

Well now since he is ‘feeling bad and weak’ he is staying over the night!

Remind him to tease thank Damian for that.

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

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Summary: max defends his girlfriend and gets into trouble

𖤓 mv x reader ⋆｡°✩

𖤓 fluff + slight humour (iykyk) ⋆｡°✩

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y/n had been a fan of formula one since she was a child. every parental figure in her life had been a fan of the sport, so it was natural and she got into it too. thankfully, it also made her realise very quickly in life that she wanted to work in the field of motorsports. she wasn't sure yet, and she was still working her way to getting into the sport, but it was a sure, clear path for her.

after meeting max, and falling in love with him, everything had changed. her family approved of the two of them, obviously, and so had his, though she hadn't cared much about jos' opinion. y/n made it clear in the beginning that she wanted to work in motorsports and she wanted to earn her place. she refused to let max talk her up or anything, because he was the kind of guy who would do just that for his girlfriend. max agreed, and promised to keep their relationship private for as long as she wanted.

it had taken her a few years. she bounced from indycar to motorgp to nascar and eventually made her way to f1 as a journalist. she had gained far more experience than she would've gotten if she had only focused on formula one, and she was confident in her abilities to finally be formula one.

max and her had stayed strong throughout, even if they kept their relationship private. she had met and become friends with daniel, lando, carlos, and all of max's friends. they often played padel together as well. mix the competitive spirits that max and she possessed, it was always fun.

after a year of being in formula one as a journalist, max and y/n had decided that it was time to stop hiding. they skipped the soft launch part, and jumped directly into the hard launch phase that left a lot of fans shook.

unfortunately, it also got her a lot of hate. y/n went from being one of the best journalists in f1 to one of the most hated ones for the same reasons that she was loved. the fans adored her because she was a woman of colour making a name for herself in such a sport, and that her parents had sacrificed a lot for her and she was making them proud. now, she was hated because her success became max's story and how he put in good words for her and how she was only with him for the money.

it broke her heart, but max was someone who had received a lot of hate before in his life, so he taught her all the ways to ignore the comments and focus on what she did best. it helped a great deal, but it also made her determined to prove that her career had nothing to do with max.

it was getting better, slowly and over time. max and y/n promised to never lose their temper on the comments. a lot of interviewers and fans had also asked the other drivers on the grid to comment on their relationship, asking if it was ethical for a journalist and a driver to date. but the other drivers always responded with the same thing, always saying how they've known max and y/n for a long time, and their relationship was no one else's business.

unfortunately, after a particularly hard race, max finally lost his cool.

"well, max, it's safe to say that this particular race of yours wasn't the best that you've performed. what do you have to say about that?"

"uh, nothing, really. we just didn't have the pace, and with some mistakes on my side, i lost a lot of points. but, i'm sure we can cover it up next race." max replied.

"you don't have to worry about us writing a bad article about you. your girlfriend and we will only be writing praises, don't you worry. the only difference would be that we won't take your hard earned money like she does," the interviewer laughed, nudging y/n.

the cameras were all focused on them, there were fans nearby, and other drivers. everyone was watching. it was live tv. the entire world was watching. the thick crowd of an audience had their gaze fixed on y/n, and all she could do in that moment was hang her head and try not to cry.

that's the moment max lost his cool. y/n was standing right there, and the interviewer had disrespected her on a very public platform.

"actually, my girlfriend will always tell me what i need to hear, whether it's good or bad. y/n y/l/n, a well known journalist, who is also standing right there with you, will write exactly what happened on track, because that's the part that she reports on. she made her own career, so fuck you for dismissing all of it." max bursted, before he stormed off.

the interviewer was spluttering, not sure how to react, but completely outraged as he forced the fia to take actions on max's outburst. y/n slipped away silently, needing to go back to max.

later on, the fia decided to punish max for using "language during the fia sunday press conference". their decision: obligation to accomplish some work of public interest.

later, an interviewer asked him if he regretted his decision of defending his girlfriend and getting a punishment, max responded, “no.”

“so, what do you think of the punishment given to you? do you think it’s fair?”

“no words.”

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i hope you guys enjoyed this! i had a lot of fun writing this, mostly because i had no idea what my brain wanted me to write, but somehow i kept on typing. anyways, this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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