#like I somehow managed to fail in that too

[batsandbirdbrains]

I need Bruce trying to gentle parent Dick as a child. Like maybe Bruce isn’t exactly a good parent but tries. When Dick starts throwing massive tantrums, he just puts Dick in an empty room for time out. This does not stop Dick as he ends up destroying the room despite nothing being in it. When Dick does something Bruce doesn’t approve of, Bruce just says softly “Don’t do that.” Dick does it again. Like I need him trying and failing. Nothing he does works. Then Dick decides to turn that gentle parenting back on Bruce. No whenever Bruce makes him mad, he puts Bruce in a time-out room. Whenever Bruce is being dumb, he just gives him a pout and says “Don’t do that.” Bruce actually does his best to listen to Dick because he thinks it might foster trust or encourage Dick to follow along when Bruce does it to him. It doesn’t really work. Dick still doesn’t listen and now Bruce is being parented by the child he’s supposed to be raising. The only plus is that it calms down Dick’s more violent urges because instead of destroying shit he just sends Bruce away.

Then Dick gets shot, and something in Bruce snaps. There is no more gentle parenting, no more kind words or soft punishments. He needs to make Dick listen, and if that means hurting him, then so be it. He loses sight of the fact that Dick is still a kid, an incredibly traumatized one at that. He still lets Dick parent him, although he’s more snappy about it. Dick stops being soft with him, too, instead telling him harshly to get to bed, threatening to sic Alfred on him, or screaming in his face about how he’s the worst. Somehow they’ve fallen into this horrible dynamic and neither of them know how to get out of it. Dick blames himself for being such a troubled kid, and though Bruce never says it, Dick knows he blames him too. So Dick leaves.

Eventually, over the years their family grows, but Bruce’s softness never really comes back. He’s meaner, more controlling, even downright cruel at times. And one day when the entire batfam is arguing with him over how unreasonable he is, one them snaps and says “Jesus, B, who turned you into such a fucking asshole?” and before Bruce can even think about it, he responds “Dick did.” He closes his mouth in shock, face going ashen while everyone else freezes. The words cut straight into Dick’s heart. He replies with the only words he can think of at the moment “Don’t do that.” He meant for the words to be cold, confident. Instead they came out soft, chiding and pained. Before anyone can say anything else, Bruce turns on his heel and leaves. They all try to follow him to argue more but then stare, confused, as he walks into an empty room, locking the door behind him. He doesn’t come out for a long time.

🥺 rip out my fucking heart why don’t you, damn.

But now I’m just thinking of the scenario with Bruce saying Dick turned him into an asshole, and the whole room freezes.

Jason didn’t expect an actual answer. Tim and Damian thought Bruce would have just chided Jason for his language. Dick thought a Bruce was just going to keep yelling.

But then the way he says, “Dick did” without even thinking about it, without hesitation, it shocks everyone.

And Dick feels like he wants to cry, because sure, he knew he was a pretty fucked up kid. He was troubled. Traumatized. A problem child. But Bruce for the most part had been so patient when he was little. And when Bruce started being an asshole after Dick got shot, it wasn’t like Dick couldn’t fight right back. It was almost like a game, sometimes. But Dick has always felt so guilty about it, because Bruce had been so soft spoken and patient and nice, and then Dick went and fucked him up. Dick ruined him. It’s all Dick’s fault.

Dick has always had that thought in the back of his mind. But he’s never had any real proof that Bruce felt the same.

Now he does. And Dick’s chest feels hollow as he stares at a horrified looking Bruce.

All Dick can manage to say is a soft, desperate, “Don’t do that,” just like Bruce always tried to use with him, before he started using yelling as his go-to response.

Then Bruce turns without saying anything and walks right into an empty room, and Dick feels like he’s going to throw up. He turns too, towards his bike, and he ignores the way his siblings are calling after him. He turns off his comms and rides home, going way too fast, feeling the wind whip around him, and tears blurring his vision until he blinks them away.

When he gets back to his Blüdhaven apartment, he slides in through the window and doesn’t even change out of his costume before he’s puking in the bathroom.

He silences his phone, turns in his security system, and then spends the next hour sitting under the water in his shower, spacing out until the water goes ice cold and he has to get out. Then he crawls into bed, pulls out Zitka from under the pillows to hug to his chest, and buries his head under his pillows. If he doesn’t pay attention to it, he can pretend he’s not still crying because of the guilt.

He stays like that for a long time, not moving. He falls asleep for a while, wakes up in a panic, rinse and repeat.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but the next thing he knows, someone is sitting down on his bed next to him, laying a hesitant hand in his back. And he knows it’s Bruce, and it just makes him feel even worse.

“Go away,” he begs, the words muffled under his pillows.

“I didn’t mean it,” Bruce tries to tell him.

“Yes you did,” Dick says miserably. “And it’s true. I know it’s true, you don’t have to pretend it’s not.”

“It wasn’t you who made me an asshole,” Bruce says. “The situation-”

“Caused by me,” Dick argues.

“You were just a child, Dick.” Bruce sighs.

“A horrible, no good, rotten child!”

“Don’t say that about yourself,” Bruce says firmly. “It’s not true, Dick. I don’t care what anyone says, you were not a rotten child. You were just a little boy. I was the adult, and I should have found other solutions that worked for you.”

Dick doesn’t say anything, but he eventually moves out from under the pillows to curl up with his head in Bruce’s lap. Bruce plays with his hair, and the two of them stay quiet for a long time. Neither of them really knows what to say. They’re both still upset. And they’re both awful at dealing with their feelings.

The sadness and anger and guilt they’re feeling from this fight won’t be resolved. They won’t really talk about it. It won’t be talked about without someone else bringing it up, and that won’t happen for a while.

But for now, Bruce is going to comfort his son. And for now, Dick will let him.

[cherrycranes]

Dream Girl 3 (Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader Summary: Your boyfriend Neil becomes your co-star when you film something really special with him... Word count: 3,208 Contents: (Minors DNI). Reader is a camgirl. Fluff & smut, filming, unprotected sex. Author's notes: Happy birthday to me lol. Here's the final part of the dreamgirl series! Hope you enjoy. Here's part 1 and part 2. Co-written with the wonderful @fuckiingloser. XOXO

Neil, with his beautiful baby blue eyes glimmering like a child’s on Christmas morning, took your hand and helped you out of his car, leading you up the steps of his lovely suburban house like a total gentleman who didn’t just fuck you on his office desk half an hour ago.

“After you…” He said courteously, opening the front door for you and making you chuckle.

His house, homey and comfortable, with movie posters and memorabilia everywhere, welcomed you like it had been expecting you all along, like you were the missing part of it.

“So… what do you think?” Neil guided you through the first floor, giving you a slight smile of satisfaction at the way you looked around.

“It’s definitely very you…” You chuckled, and he joined you.

“That’s a good thing? I hope?” He asked, crossing his fingers so adorably you couldn't help but say yes.

Despite how cute and sweet the moment you shared was, you both looked quite tired, not unexpected, as it was 11 pm and the last few hours had been… Intense.

“We could stay up if you want… watch a movie on the couch?” He offered. “Or we could go right to bed, whatever you want…” 

He truly made your heart melt, so caring and always making sure you were comfortable.

“I’m pretty tired from earlier…you really put in work…” You joked with a little smirk, and Neil nodded in cheeky agreement.

“Me too… My room’s upstairs.” And with that, he held your hand just as gently as before and led you up the stairs to see his typical, but rather clean, boy room, decorated with movie posters and a big, comfy bed in the middle. From his drawer, he pulled out a big, old Led Zepellin t-shirt for you.

“You can wear this to sleep… one of my favorite shirts…” he smiled charmingly, so kind yet somehow it never failed to surprise you. He then pointed to his bathroom door on the left. “Feel free to use the bathroom too, there should be some new toothbrushes under the sink, pick one out and it can be yours…” Butterflies filled your stomach. 

“You’re quite the host, Mr Lewis…” You joked softly, making him smile.

“I just want to make sure you’re comfortable…” He assured you, giving you some space to settle comfortably for the night. In the bathroom, you shed off your tank top and skirt, replacing them with his big band t-shirt that just barely managed to cover your little thong. You picked the promised brand-new purple toothbrush from the drawer and brushed your teeth, then washed your makeup off, a little nervous to let him see you so unfiltered and natural for the first time. But today had a lot of firsts, and all of them had been good so far…

When you finally came out of the bathroom, Neil was already in a simple white t-shirt and plaid boxers, sitting on the bed watching an old movie. When he turned to look at you, his baby blue eyes widened, putting him in a mindless trance for a moment before he could gather his wits and smile sweetly and genuinely at you. 

“God, you are stunning.” He muttered in awe, and your heart fluttered. You climbed into bed and sat next to him.

“Neil, I don’t even have makeup on…” You whispered, self-consciousness taking over after only being seen in your best. Neil reached up to touch your cheek. You truly didn’t know what he saw. 

“Shh… every part of you is beautiful, makeup or not…” He whispered, both his voice and touch so gentle with you. So good it was hard to get used to.

Instead of using your words, you leaned in and gave him a soft, thankful kiss, not only for being so sweet and lovely, but for the impact it was having on you. After a second, you got under the covers with him, safe in this oddly comfortable cocoon that felt like home despite this being the first day you met in person.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You whispered softly after a while, breaking the peaceful night silence of the suburbs.

“Of course…” Neil whispered back, his baby blue eyes curious, his brain silently racked as he wondered what you could possibly have to tell him. 

You swallowed a little, finding your words.

“I-I never offered a private call to anyone else…” You started nervously, almost like you were confessing a sin and not something this sweet. “Only you… was hoping you’d do it so I could have a reason to talk to you and see you privately…” You rambled on, finally revealing your secret.

You watched as the anxiety left his face and was replaced by a sweet smile curling up. 

“Really?” He asked in somewhat disbelief. This entire thing started because you had initiated it… You wanted to meet him first. 

You nodded shyly.

“You just seemed kind… sweet. Just wanted a reason to see you… Talk to you one on one…”. Neil's smile grew even bigger.

His response was to lean in and give you another gentle, perfect kiss that said more than words ever could. 

Maybe he was perfect…. Maybe you were perfect for each other after all…

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Six months had passed after that fateful night you took a chance and met him in person, and so much had changed since. You and Neil were now dating, both incredibly smitten and in love, spending all your time together at his place, yours, or Gumshoe. 

Neil truly was the picture-perfect boyfriend, showing up at your door with a bag of Chinese food whenever you had a bad day, binge-watching old black and white TV shows all night, having constant dates at the movies, art museums, restaurants… And whenever you let him, he’d spend hours between your legs ravishing you… Overall, you did it all. He was the kindest, cutest, goofiest guy you had ever known, and he was yours.

As for your work, it was an adjustment for him at first, of course, but he understood. Like the stars in the adult film section of Gumshoe, it was just your job. Eventually, he started to help you out, editing your videos and lightening your workload.

The men who purchased your content only got you in 10-minute videos through the screen. Neil got you all the time in real life, authentically. Your mind, body, and spirit were all his at all times, and that was all that mattered.

It was a rainy Sunday night, and you and Neil were already snug in his warm bed after spending the entire weekend together. The TV flashed over you as you made out, your favorite thing to do.

Your tongues swirled together in the slow, passionate makeout session as Casablanca played in the background, completely ignored by now. His big hands roamed your body, and you rolled around his bed together. He gripped your hips and pulled you closer before wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You moaned into his mouth when he ground his hard-on against you, making him groan too. His hands released your hips and slid under the band of your underwear, gripping your ass cheeks greedily as you melted into each other. 

“You make me so fucking hard…” He groaned into your lips in between kisses, bringing a smile to your face. Although it was obvious, you still loved hearing it… Neil always made you feel like the sexiest, most beautiful girl in the world. 

He rolled you over, pinning you onto his bed, kisses moving from your lips down to your neck with reverence, then tracing all the way over to your ear.

“What if… We made a little movie tonight?” He whispered into your ear, and your eyes shot wide open. You had suggested this a few months ago, still in the throes of a particularly hot round of sex after a date night and a bottle of wine. The idea thrilled you; a real homemade tape with no crazy edits, no cheesy music, just his cock and you recorded from his point of view.

But, despite all the things you had done in your prolific camgirl career, you had never filmed with a partner. It was all about you and you alone, and doing something like this would be a first for both you and Neil. But at the time, he wasn’t ready. Not completely refusing, but not being the most confident either, so you understood and moved on, thinking that maybe being part of your content just wasn’t for him… Until now.

“You're serious?” You asked him honestly, looking deep into his eyes in search of certainty and conviction.

“I’ve been thinking about it…” He admitted. “I think it sounds so hot… Let everyone see how good I fuck my girl…” Your pussy fluttered at his words. He did fuck you good, and he knew it.

His newfound confidence in the moment was shocking yet so sexy. Usually, he was a pretty quiet, reserved guy for the most part. Something you had been helping him work on for the last few months. And finally seemed to be bearing its fruits.

“I’m down if you are…” Your eyes were as wide as your smile. Any nerves you could have in that moment were squashed by the excitement and lust this confident Neil made you feel.

He smirked, leaning in to kiss you. His tongue slid over your bottom lip in a hot kiss before breaking it to reach for his phone and get off the bed. He took you with him to the edge, standing between your parted legs and unceremoniously taking your lace panties off and tossing them away. Then, he pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing free, already leaking precum at the sight of you.

With one hand on his cock and the other on his phone, Neil opened the camera app, the light flashing between you briefly. You bit your lip, focused on his pink tip as he rubbed it between your folds, coating them in arousal.

You looked up into the camera, smiling for it. No nerves could get to you in this moment; you were a natural. It was just you and your boyfriend.

“You want my cock baby?” He purred confidently from behind the camera, his voice low with arousal. You smiled, biting your lip a little. Seeing him easily step up to the challenge and slip into the role like a pro made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

“Yes, please…”You looked up into the camera, giving him your best eyes, pleading so sweetly you almost wouldn’t think you were begging to be fucked. Almost. Neil smiled in satisfaction at your sexy submission before moving his hips forward, the leaking tip sliding between your folds. His hand found your soft thigh and then pushed it even farther apart from its twin.

Your mouth fell open, letting out a loud, breathy moan. His long cock slid in until it bottomed out and filled you up. He groaned loudly, his eyes fluttering shut, forgetting for a moment what you were doing, too caught up in the hot tightness of your little cunt and the pretty sounds of your moans.

“Fuck me-you love it, baby?“ He breathed out, hips starting to move back and forth. The flash of the camera picked up the glisten of your slick coating his cock with every thrust. You nodded frantically, trying to remember how to respond as he picked up speed. His free hand moved from your thigh to pull your shirt over your bouncing tits, giving the camera a perfect point of view.

“Love your big cock-” You panted, brain turning into mush already. He pistoned his hips even harder than before, the sounds of his balls slapping your ass filled the room and got picked up by the phone’s mic. Maneuvering it, he took a close shot of his cock spearing in and out of you.

“This pussy takes me so good- so fucking tight n’ hot…” He almost growled, pulling the camera back to see your whole frame; tits bouncing rhytmically, whimpers falling from your lips as he fucked you stupid, so much so, you were not even putting on a show for the audience like usual. Neil was just that good.

Your cunt squelched around his cock deliciously, the familiar tingle of a looming orgasm making you close your eyes in utter pleasure. Moaning like a slut, you arched your back, lifting off his bed with your toes curling.

“Tell me how good it feels, pretty girl…C’mon, you can do it…” He encouraged you behind the camera, his free thumb finding your clit and keeping up with the delirious pace that slapped into you. 

“I-i-i love it…” You stuttered, your overstimulated brain struggling to speak. 

Neil panted with a smile, watching in amazement through the phone screen and alternating with the sight of you. This had been much easier and far better than what you always imagined. You were both born for this.

“Flip over, baby.” He commanded, voice so rough with need it took you by surprise. He took his thumb off your sensitive clit, nearly making you whine and cry from the missing stimulation. This was not part of the plan, completely improvised by his inner film director, but you trusted his vision… And you were too fucked-out to care.

Neil pulled out his hard cock coated in your slick. It bobbed with need, just waiting to sink back into your tight cunt. You flipped over obediently, face down, ass up, back arched for him and the camera. He groaned at the sight of your tight little asshole and pink puffy folds from the back.

He zoomed in for a moment, giving the future audience a perfect view of his index and middle fingers spreading your pussy open, before pushing his hips forward to sink into you again, moaning in unison as you connected.

“Jesus Christ, this pussy is so good- I swear it was made to be wrapped around my cock…” he groaned and you moaned loudly. Doggy was your preferred way to fuck, his long cock would always hit you deep and poke your g-spot over and over. And even before you started to move, it just felt so damn good he couldn’t stop cursing. Who could have ever thought sweet Neil Lewis could say such sexy, dirty things? 

He started his thrusts slowly at first, before gaining speed. One hand gripping your hip viciously as he pounded into you, his full balls slapping against your clit. Your mind was so hazy with pleasure, no full coherent sentences could fall from your mouth now.

“S-so deep..” That was all you could manage before his big hand came down to spank your asscheek hard, leaving a handprint in its wake. You cried out, your cunt tightening around him, pain turning into pure pleasure.

From the camera’s point of view, your pussy swallowed his cock again and again, soaking it.

“m’gonna come…” You whimpered loudly, the burn of your orgasm in the pit of your stomach growing faster and faster…

“C’mon baby… give it to me… come on my cock…” He encouraged, going into overdrive- That’s when suddenly, you were right at the edge, babbling nonsense with your cheek smashed against the bedsheets. His pelvis slapped against your ass, urging you to give in. He gave you another sharp smack to the asscheek, making you whimper.

“Fff-uck…” You nearly screamed, writhing in pleasure. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave and refused to let you go. Every nerve ending of your body tingled as your tight cunt pulsed, finally creaming around his cock.

Neil whined loudly, feeling you let go around him. Your walls clenched tightly, trying to milk his orgasm out of him with desperation.

“Good girl-such a good fuckin’ girl…” He muttered under his breath. You were giving it all to him; moaning, whimpering, panting. He couldn’t help but come too. 

“Coming…” He barely choked out, pulling out and wrapping a hand around himself. He pumped his slick-coated cock, hot ropes of cum covered your sore asscheeks and marked you for the camera to see.

Webs of his semen dripped down on your soft rear, reaching your asshole and puffy pussy as he squeezed every drop from his tired cock. It was the hottest sight he had ever seen in his fucking life… And of course, he had to capture every second for posterity. 

“You look so pretty covered in my come, baby…” Neil praised you sweetly, making you giggle. You wiggled your ass for the camera a little, before he panned to your face against his sheets.

“Thank you…” You purred sensually, smirking a little and giving the tape one last perfect shot before he hit the stop button.

Dropping his phone onto the bed, he collapsed down next to you, completely out of breath. His chest heaved, looking up at his ceiling while you both recovered your energy and the air in your lungs.

After a minute or two, he reached over to grab a t-shirt on the edge of the bed and cleaned you up gently. He wiped most of his release off you rather lovingly, before tossing the now dirty rag into the hamper by the door.

Then, he pulled you closer to lie on his chest. You wrapped an arm around his stomach and stayed there, enjoying each other’s warmth.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked with concern etched upon his pretty face, almost making you laugh from how sweet he was. You just had the time of your life, and he was worried about his spanks being too much.

“No baby, not at all, you were so good… Better than good…” You smiled, looking into his pretty blue eyes. Neil immediately returned to his sweet self, a stark contrast to the man who, just a few minutes ago, was telling you how good you felt on his cock.

You laid there in comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke again. 

“It was fun… We should do that more often…” He suggested with a cheeky, blushing smile, and you nodded right away. “Even if it’s just for our personal collection…”. You raised a playful eyebrow at that.

“You did say when we first met you’d always dreamed of being a director…” You teased him, making him laugh.

“That’s very true, baby...” He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you even closer to pepper a few soft kisses across your cheeks and to your lips.

Neil was everything you ever wanted in a man, but never seemed to find, until the call that started everything so many months ago now. It had been a whirlwind since then… And look at you now. You went from perfect strangers, to client and camgirl, to partners, and now, you were co-stars too.

“All of my dreams have come true, I guess...” He whispered, brushing a hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear gently before leaning in to speak into it, his hot breath tickling your ear… “All thanks to my dream girl..”

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[plaidos]

istg people on here refuse to see trans women as like. normal people. every time i look at your blog or another transfem's blog there's so many asks from people who somehow manage to both put trans women on a pedestal of authority on queer experiences and simultaneously fail to recognize that what they're asking for about very much so constitutes as emotional labor, or people who somehow think its a good thing that they're completely ignoring transfems' lived experiences. the way people will fail to recognize their own actions as harmful and harassing, and then try to twist your completely justified reactions of "hey that's fucked up and dont say that to me" to be some horrible unleashing of ""violence"" or ""social murder"" as that one anon said, when in reality they just cant handle the fact that they could possibly have done or agreed with something wrong.

anyways you're a delight to have on my dashboard and i wish you a very people being normal and/or nice in your inbox foreveeeeerrrrrr ❤️ 🫂👍

it is literally a never-ending cycle of putting trans women on this insanely high pedestal and then punishing us when we inevitably cannot live up to that. like this time i'm being accused of "Social Murder" for.... [checks notes] describing how a stranger approached me in private and told me i was living my life wrong. i don't see how this is any different to people going into Gerard Way's inbox like, "how come you aren't a vegan? i used to eat meat like you and now i don't hate myself because i dont any more and i think that is probably true for you too so you should become a vegan". actually, here's a way it's different: Gerard Way is actually a public figure, not some other nobody trans woman that you've decided to cosplay The Ghost of Christmas Future to as part of your moral superiority complex. jesus fucking christ

[concretejunglefm]

A little hurt/comfort with bestfriend!noah just because 💕

CW: sensitive topics around past relationships and sexual coercion, hint of trauma and light details, shitty ex's and circumstances, noah being your safe space. read at your own discretion and take care of yourself.

Sometimes the memory resurfaces, and being alone is what you hate most. Even more than that, you hate that you never told anyone. You tucked it away like a little secret—something you’re ashamed of, and in a way, you are, even if you feel like you have no right to be.

“Jesse mentioned you let yourself in,” you hear Noah as he enters his room, eyes already finding you curled up against his pillow, tucked into his green hoodie—your favourite of his. You always seek it out in times of comfort or need, and now is one of those times.

“Yeah, sorry…” you mumble, wiping at your eyes. They still sting from when you were crying earlier. You’d managed to calm yourself down before Noah came home, but the moment after you’d arrived and wrapped yourself in the cocoon of his bed, you fell apart—flooded with too many memories, too many thoughts, and the heavy realization of something you’d tried so hard to block out.

“Hey, you been crying?” His voice is gentle, cautious, as he closes the space between you and sinks down onto the bed beside you. His large hand reaches out to soothe you, brushing gently along your arm, your back—anywhere he can touch, but all it does is make your breath catch in your throat as you fight off the reemerging tears.

The moment they fall, Noah doesn’t move to pull you into his arms. Instead, he gently draws you from beneath the covers, lays your head in his lap, and pulls the hood of his hoodie—the one you’re wearing—down just enough to let his hand rest lightly atop your head.

“It’s okay. I’m here. What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice quiet and soothing. He’s not pressing, just offering space and comfort, and it sounds like he truly cares. Your body shakes with the weight of emotion, the effort to hold back the sobs failing as they start up again.

He shushes you softly, fingers threading through your hair and gently massaging your scalp. You don’t need to see his face to know how deeply concerned he is—you can imagine his brows furrowed with worry, nothing but care written across his features, and you know he probably has a good idea of who brought this on.

Sadly, he’d be right.

When you recount the story, the reason for your current state, your voice is quiet at first, barely above a whisper.

“I thought something happened that night,” Noah confesses.

You had been drunk, having fun out with your friends, and with someone new—the same someone your ex had convinced you to leave with. The three of you, together.

You’d agreed to it at the club, thinking it would be just another experience to cross off your checklist, the way every young person does, and Noah had trusted you to go, because you were with your ex—someone who was supposed to take care of you.

You hear the grind of his teeth when he realizes that had been far from the truth, like he’s biting back a snide remark about your ex, but he reins it in. He’s doing better at listening now, keeping his mouth shut, because he wants to let you speak. He’s giving you the space you need to share whatever you’re ready to say.

You recount what you remember, how you started to second guess things on the way there, how when you arrived, you changed your mind. Only your ex changed it right back.

You wanted it. You keep repeating that now, like somehow, if you say it enough, you’ll convince yourself you’re overreacting.

Your voice sounds empty as you describe the act—the way you let a stranger fuck you on a mattress on their living room floor, even though you hated it, but your body had let it happen, so you tell yourself maybe you didn’t hate it that much, right?

You bury your face in the fabric of his hoodie when emotion chokes you, your voice muffled and thick as you quietly mumble,

“I never liked anything they said they were into. I just wanted them to like me.”

The truth is, you were years deep into a relationship with someone who never really seemed interested in you. You were younger, more naive, convinced that if you liked what they did, they might finally care, but you never needed to do that.

You never had to break off pieces of yourself to mold into their idealized version of someone—a fucked up one at that.

“I just wanted to go home…”

That’s the part that breaks Noah’s heart the most, because you were supposed to be with someone who made you feel safe. Instead, you were left with someone who made you feel the exact opposite.

It’s not regret. Regret doesn’t leave bile sitting in your throat every time you dare to think about what happened, and it’s not regret when you never wanted it in the first place. You’d said yes—until you were sober enough to want to back out, but by then, it was too late, and it wasn’t anything else, because it hadn’t been forceful.

That’s what your ex told you, and you believed them. You let their version of events sink its claws into you. The version where you hadn’t been crying in the bathroom, begging to go home. Where they hadn’t been kissing you to calm you down, to smooth things over, to manipulate you.

“It’s coercion.” Noah’s soft voice breaks the silence of the room—and the storm in your mind. Just like that, the noise dulls. It all falls quiet the moment he speaks.

You turn your head slightly, the smallest motion of acknowledgment, a silent ask for him to explain.

“What you described… it’s coercion.” His fingers stroke through your hair, gently massaging your scalp in that same soothing way as before.

“You did nothing wrong.” His reassurance feels like the weight you’ve been carrying is finally starting to lift—even if just a little.

“They did.” There’s a distinct bite in his tone, something bordering on open disgust. You already knew how deeply he disliked your ex, but now, now it feels more justified than ever.

You let out a shaky breath. Noah shifts beside you, moving until he’s lying next to you. He rolls you into his arms, pulling you close against his chest. His arms wrap tightly around you as he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in.

“I wish you had told me… but I understand why you didn’t.”

You close your eyes as warm tears slip silently down your cheeks.

“No one’s ever gonna hurt you like that again,” he murmurs. “I promise.”

His arms tighten around you, and you exhale—slow, steady. For the first time in a long while, you feel safe, you feel loved, you feel protected.

With him, you feel like you’re home.

[burning-academia-if]

How would the Ros react if every time they were about to have their first kiss with the MC, they just kept getting interrupted by something, sitcom style?

This feels like part 2 to the Headmaster ask lmaO

Rook: If it was one of those things were it happened multiple times no matter what he did, I think he'd just take it as a sign alksdjfalj "Like no, universe, you're right, this was a bad idea." I think he'd give up, and the second he did, he'd instead find myself doing the sitcom situation of like, tripping over an uneven piece of sidewalk, crashing into you, and somehow as the two of you tumble to the ground your lips meet. Because of course that's how that would happen

Beck: I think he wouldn't really be phased the first time. Like, sometimes things happen, but I think he'd get exasperated and slightly suspicious if it keeps happening. I also think he'd like, test his theory at first too? Like there comes a point where he's like "Huh, this can't be coincidence." He does end up just rolling with the punches the whole time, until finally, he gets the chance to kiss you like he's been dying to

Rhea: Depending on the situation, I think she manages to play it cool at first, and even if it was other people interrupting the moment, she'd play it off. But the more things keep happening the more frustrated she gets until she finally breaks and the next thing you know she is pulling through a door and into an empty room or something to dramatic kiss you like, "I've been trying to do this all day, and I can't wait a second longer-" before realizing what she did, burning bright red and apologizing profusely lol

Zoe: They are but a bundle of nerves and embarrassment masquerading as a living, breathing person. What do you MEAN they keep getting interrupted whenever they finally work up the nerve to kiss you (or let you kiss them). What do you mean they've been caught red handed in a failed attempt at it by another human being. I can imagine them accidentally letting it slip to their siblings, too, and their brother just relentlessly making fun of them and their negative rizz or something just to add insult to injury

Lars: My man does not care about interruptions LMAO unless you're like, dragged away from him or something he is ignoring everything and everyone else around the two of you. Nothing matters, no matter how ridiculous or distracting it is. He is getting that kiss

???: You know, I feel like this would play out like a standard episode, where the whole episode is spent with the two characters trying to kiss and always failing, only for them to Just Manage it in the end. It would be both frustrating and semi-funny to them because they want it to be romantic, but of course the universe is saying no to that. At least it's in absurd ways instead of how they thought it might have gone. They wish it could have gone the way they planned, but in the end, they're glad to have kissed you at all

[bluebnny]

Can u make a luffy x reader smut friend with benefits?

monkey d luffy x reader

contents: luffy fucking you in the storage room at your work :) – reader has a vagina, but gender is not specified

warnings: smut, P in V sex, maybe slight voyeurism?, MDNI

a/n: yes, anon, yes i can :) thank you for the request! I didn’t make reader a pirate, as i always find that dynamic to be a little more interesting. Also, sorry if you wanted me to get more into the "friends with benefits" aspect of it. This is more focused on the smut than their specific relationship. Anyway, hope you like it! <3

(Dividers made by me)

word count: 1.020

Luffy is the same in every area of his life: messy, spontaneous, and carefree. But he is also the most enthusiastic person you know, burning with an intense passion that shines through in everything he does.

Even if that “thing” is you.

“Ahh- fuck. Luffy, more, please…” Here you are, in the storage room of the bar you work at, with your face pressed up against the wall. You’re doing your very best to keep your moans under control, trying to end the night with both your job and dignity intact. But he is not making it easy.

“Sure you can handle more?” Even when he’s breathless and panting, he somehow manages to joke around, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s grinning.

Luffy snaps his hips roughly into yours, mesmerized by the way your ass and thighs shake with every harsh thrust. He’s impossibly deep now, using so much force that his hips still for half a second before pulling back again. You feel him pressing himself all the way inside, and the way it hurts so deliciously has your eyes rolling back in your head.

He goes on for what feels like forever and at the same time not long enough to your dizzy mind. All you know for sure is the pleasure building inside you, making you let out a string of whines and whimpers at the intensity of it.

He’s ramming himself into you from behind, keeping a steady pace. One hand is on the back of your head, the other on your hip to keep you from squirming away, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

You’re a whole different story. Hair messy and mouth half open, you’re barely able to contain your whimpers of pleasure. You have a hand on the wall, trying – and failing – to steady yourself, as your shaky legs are not helping much at the moment. Your other hand is placed on Luffy’s abs, whether to make him slow down from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you, or to ask for more, you couldn’t even say yourself. All you know is that you’ve been craving this ever since you heard this morning that the straw hats had docked at your town again.

You and Luffy had met not too long ago but quickly considered yourselves friends. However, it didn’t stay like that for very long, as your friendship had swiftly evolved into something a little… more.

It had happened on a drunken night a few months back. Luffy and the straw hats had visited your island for a quick stop to restock and have some fun on land, going to your bar for a few drinks to catch up with you. You had joined them, seeing as you were off work that night. One thing had led to another, and you had found yourself under him on his ship, just about coherent enough to pant and moan out as the breath was repeatedly being knocked out of you by none other than the captain himself.

Ever since that night, you were addicted.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tightly.” He groans into the back of your head, bending over a little from the delicious feeling.

You honestly couldn’t tell anymore from how blissed out you are, no longer in control of your body. Retaining just enough sense to be aware that your boss is tending the bar on the other side of the door, and remembering that you were trying not to be too loud.

But Luffy gives a particularly hard thrust that has you gasping out despite your best efforts. You’re beyond grateful for the deafening music playing throughout the establishment. Without it, you’re sure everyone would hear exactly what you two are up to.

“Careful, or everyone out there will hear you.” He teases.

“I- I can’t.” You breathe out. How the hell are you supposed to keep any sense of control when he’s making you feel this good? But the mortifying thought of someone catching you like this sends a shiver down your spine and you clench down harder around him.

“Fuck, you like that?” He’s chuckling, but it’s coming out a little choppy from his rapid movements.

“Luffy… I’m close. Ah!” You let out another squeak when his hand moves from your head down to your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles that have you breaking on the spot.

Your mind is reeling from the orgasm crashing through you, your entire body shaking and convulsing from the intensity. Both your hands are now planted against the wall from the effort of holding yourself up.

Your pussy is helplessly spasming around his thick cock, which Luffy is still slamming into you. But you can tell he must be close from how desperate his thrusts are getting. It doesn’t take much before he’s cumming too. With a groan, he releases into you in thick spurts, his pace slowing down for the first time.

You both start to come down from the intense sensation, and you feel like you might actually fall now. Your legs start shaking even more violently as the tension leaves your body. But just as you’re about to collapse, you feel Luffy’s steadying grip around your middle, and he helps you sit on a spare chair in the corner of the room.

“You alright?” He asks you after a moment, his mind clearly still reeling from everything.

“Yeah. Just got to regain my breath.” How the hell was he already so energetic again? You feel like you’ve just run a marathon. At least your legs do.

“Yeah… fuck that was hot!” Is all he says, and when you look up to se his characteristic smile back on his face, you can’t help but mirror it.

“It was. Alright I’m good now I think.” You search for your pants which are somewhere on the floor of the storage, meanwhile hoping that your hair doesn’t look too much of a mess as you don’t have a mirror to check. But judging by how Luffy looks, your hopes are not too high.

Thanks for reading! And thank you so much for the request! Also uhhh this one doesn't have a title. It's midnight here and i am in no state to think of a good one lol.

(This is my fic, don't repost or use in any AI training programmes! Reblogs are always appreciated <3) Here are my rules, and my masterlist.

[bulletproof-slimeboy]

[Charlie somehow manages to relax further without compromising his posture, and shrugs the shoulder that's not busy supporting Cal. Which they can't see. Hmm.]

I guess it's- I think I've said this online, actually. I was pretty tired at the time so I don't remember exactly what I posted and what I just thought I did, or talked myself out of. Anyway, uh, I just- fuck. Okay. This is harder to figure out how to, like, say out loud than it is to write down. Give me a second.

[A pause, notably longer than a second, but close enough.]

...Okay. I feel like I'm supposed to be helping, right? That's my thing, that's what I do. But I failed. I couldn't- I made Mia go in after me, and she spent time there, and I think it fucked with her enough that the anons were able to convince her to go back on her own. I didn't save anyone who was already there, and I fucked myself up bad enough that now I physically can't go in after her even though she did the same for me. I didn't stop her from leaving. I didn't even know she was gonna go until she'd made up her mind because I wasn't keeping an eye on her like I should've been.

[Charlie has to stop again, clearing his throat and turning his head so he can't look up at the blank TV screen.]

She's just the most - the most, uh, extreme example, but it's sort of been everyone? I'm supposed to be supporting them, but I took too long and I fell out of touch and now I feel like I have to do something if I'm gonna talk to someone because I've just been useless for too long - hell, it's been on and off since, since the beginning, right? I'm fucking pathetic sometimes and I'm trying to make up for it but, uh, no, sorry, I'm not going into that right now - and casual conversation doesn't cut it anymore, it needs to mean something, but I don't know what to do, or say, or what would actually help,

[He takes a slow, shuddering breath and forces a yawn to relax his throat again.]

So I just...

[It doesn't work. His voice breaks. He squeezes his eyes shut and pretends it didn't.]

I don't- uh. Shit. I don't, I mean, I just- I sort of- stopped doing, uhm. Just. In general.

I stopped.

[A knock on the door, gentle but firm. Then a hesitant voice calls out.]

Hey, Charlie? It's, uh. It's Cal.

Callen! Uh-

[Charlie's just woken up and is entirely unprepared for this, as it happens. Well... No, he did get up a few hours ago to eat, but then he ended up going back to bed and he can't see for shit right now. He blinks rapidly, as if that might help, and raises his hand to wave Cal in.]

[...Which they can't see because they're outside the room. This is going great so far.]

Come in!

[icantdothistodaybruh]

some silly doodles to take my mind off of things🕊

ref

[gifti3]

could u imagine the type of memes that would be circulating if alternates were a real thing...

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

See the problem is that I don’t want to write this

[wereh0gz]

Guess who's thinking up a new au to make themself sad with

[teka-chat]

and here's hoping it gets better, actually

[wwinterwitch]

friendly banter — bucky barnes

summary: sam asks for your help on a mission. you're reunited with him, Joaquín and Bucky. the last one really likes to banter. you think it's just a friendly exchange. it's actually a bit more than that

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (+ platonic friendships with sam and joaquín)

word count: 5k

tags: friends to lovers, sharing feelings (awkward but cute), reader is a hacker and former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, fluff, undisclosed feelings (mutual), kissing

note: this was kind of a mess but i'm back after a long time on not writing any fics! i'm currently in my last months of studying to become a lawyer (yay) and writing fics has proven to be very therapeutic during this time. this may or may not suck but i enjoyed writing it so i hope you enjoy it

please reblog and/or comment if you enjoy!

all masterlists | marvel masterlist | part 2 (features the thunderbolts* now)

"Got eyes on it?"

You stop walking as soon as you hear that question, staring ahead in disbelief. "You mean...the huge panel in the middle of the room?" you ask with obvious sarcasm, trying to speak as quietly as possible through your comm as you make your way further inside the darkened room.

It’s a typical security room with tons of cameras pointing to every corner of the building. To your relief, the presence of your group is apparently still unnoticed as your eyes wander across the various screens in front of you, noticing no commotion or an unnecessarily large group of unfriendly-looking guys rushing to find you. The large panel control installed in the middle of the desk before you is the thing that immediately gets your attention as you walk closer, always keeping in mind the task at hand.

All you really have to do is hack into the system to disable the security protocols long enough for Sam and Joaquín to sneak into the top floors of the building to retrieve the data that they wanted from the bad guy's records in order to find out more about the gang they'll be (hopefully) putting behind bars soon.

This is not the first and definitely not the last time you'll be doing these kinds of favors for Sam. Your friendship goes way back, when you were still a nobody at S.H.I.E.L.D. that somehow managed to get on Captain America's good graces after that whole Washington fiasco. You're still unsure why Steve always thought so highly of you. Then again, he was the type of guy who never failed to see the potential in other people, even when they couldn't quite see it themselves.

Now, you get to help the new Captain America, who's also as dear to you as the previous one was...perhaps just a tiny bit more annoying, but one of your dearest friends regardless.

As you rush over to the panel, you have to jump over the unconscious body of a security guard that Bucky (another dear friend you met thanks to Steve) took care of before you walked inside, quickly taking a seat in front of the large keyboard to start doing your part of the job.

You hear the unmistakable chuckle from Joaquín as you quickly type in a series of codes and commands. "Jeez, I missed having you on our missions!"

"Awwh!" you mutter with genuine endearment. "I missed being part of these missions too, buddy!"

"And we're still going out for drinks after this, right?"

"Are you genuinely asking me that, Joaquín Torres?" you ask, sounding overly offended on purpose.

You hear him laugh again, but before he can say anything back, you hear Bucky interrupting the exchange. "How about we focus on not getting caught here and then you guys can discuss your night plans?"

"Uh-oh, old man got upset," you joke soon after, finishing to type in the last few codes to fully disable the security system. Surely they have some backup protocol that would soon trigger the alarm to alert these guys of an unwanted visitor, but by then all of you will be long gone. It really is a very simple mission.

"He's jealous you're not taking him out for drinks," Sam jokes back, and then you immediately hear Joaquín agreeing with him.

It's a normal occurrence for Sam to be making those kinds of jokes involving you and Bucky. He has been making those types of remarks for as long as you can remember, fully convinced the two of you "have something going on" as he has put it before. You really try not to think too much about it because, first off, Sam loves to say shit just for the sake of pissing you and Bucky off and, second...you really don't want to let those comments get to your head.

You don't want to let yourself wonder about the what if's of that. There was a time in your life when you did allow yourself to fantasize about the possibility of actually "having something going on" with him, but you learnt to shut off that part of your brain in order to avoid getting your hopes up regarding a situation that just wouldn't happen outside your imagination. Hearing Sam’s silly remarks would only bring you back to those days.

Bucky has been one of your best friends for years and he has never shown the slightest of hints that he might be interested in you in the way you would like (at least not that you're aware of), and there was absolutely no way that you would ever make the first move and risk embarrassing yourself in front of him or, even worse, losing the friendship you two have. You eventually just got comfortable in the abyss of eternal friendzone and learned to accept it. If there was ever going to happen something between the two of you, surely it would've happened by now.

Still, Sam seems to be holding onto that rope for dear life and refuses to let it go. You can't deny it’s a bit uncomfortable to hear those jokes though. They somehow make you feel like somehow you got caught and everyone knows you have a secret crush on Bucky, but you've learned to adapt over the years.

"First part's done.” Leaning back on the chair, you watch the percentage bar on the screen before you, completely ignoring Sam's little joke. "A few more seconds and you're up guys!"

"Hallway’s clear," you hear Bucky say, still guarding the room where you're currently in. "How much time do we have to get out of here?"

"Uh...I can't say for sure. Anywhere near five to thirty, maybe?"

"Minutes?"

"Seconds."

"Oh, great," he mutters ironically.

"Well, I'm sorry. We're hacking into a very sophisticated system that I don't entirely know how it works!" you snap back at him. "Besides, the whole point of this is to give Joaquín and Sam enough time to sneak inside without having to deal with a bunch of guards going straight for them. Bad guys will know we're down here and they'll come looking for us first."

"Isn't hacking your whole thing? How do you not know how it works?" he asks, and just by the tone of his voice you know he's trying to piss you off, because he knows that's exactly the type of comments that would make you upset. If that type of comment came from a stranger you would be strangling them right now, but it’s Bucky, and he seems to enjoy annoying the shit out of you.

"Big talk coming from someone who still asks for my help because he barely knows how to unlock his own phone."

The sound of his faint chuckle immediately makes you smile, perfectly picturing the way he's probably rolling his eyes just barely right now, trying to suppress a smirk as if you could possibly see him right now, knowing he hates when you point it out to him.

"You have to give me some credit, though. I know how to program emails on that thing now. Soon enough I'll be taking your job, so you better watch out."

You can't help but laugh at his reply, slightly shaking your head as you realize you’re getting distracted by him, trying to keep your focus on what you're supposed to be doing right now rather than indulge in a never ending back-and-forth with him. As soon as you type the last codes and the large SECURITY SYSTEM: DISABLED alert pops on the monitor, you quickly rise up from your seat. "You're up guys, hurry!"

"On it!" Sam replies as you rush outside the room.

Before he even says anything to you, Bucky is quickly guiding you down the hallway with the intent of getting out of there as soon as possible, turning to look at you with a confused expression when you stop walking and, instead, start yanking his arm to go in the opposite direction.

"What are you doing?"

"The exit is that way," you point out as if it’s obvious.

He looks even more confused now, and slightly annoyed. "Don't think so. That's the way we entered, but there's another way of leaving this place a lot faster."

"No, we can't change the plan!"

He definitely looks annoyed now, trying not to snap at you. "I'm not changing the plan. Exiting that way has always been the plan. If we go that way, we'll-"

Before he can say anything else, the loud sound of an alarm blasts through the entire building, signaling that you've been discovered and you'll be having company very soon. As if that wasn't enough, the door of the room you were previously in opens violently, and the guard that was previously unconscious on the floor is frantically alerting more people through his radio.

“Oh, that’s great,” you point out, slightly panicking right now because you’re still inside the building. “You decided to wake up early, huh?”

Bucky immediately grabs the guy by his bulletproof vest to throw him against the wall, taking his barely regained consciousness to his advantage. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice about six other guys coming towards you, turning around the same corner you wanted to run towards as part of your escape plan. Sadly, that's when you realized maybe the direction Bucky was suggesting was better.

You’re unsure of what to do now. It's not like you haven't been taught how to take down a few bad guys, but your specialities have always involved computers rather than physical combat. Almost as if he could read your mind, Bucky turns towards you for a quick second. "Go! I'll catch up to you." Again, almost as if he knew that you'd try to ask if he was sure about it, he immediately shouts yet another "Go!" before you're finally deciding to do as he says, running down the hall in the direction he has intended to go before.

Hours later, second after second that passes by, you’re more and more convinced that you'll never hear the end of it. If only you could go back in time and just agree with Bucky's plan rather than trying to argue with him. It would have spared you a lifetime of him reminding you how he was right and you were wrong.

Turns out his exit plan was the one you should've followed all along, because it actually led to the engine room which immediately meant being in a much less crowded part of the building to escape without risking bumping into more people.

All of you had enough time to change into something more comfortable to go out for drinks. Initially it was something you and Joaquín had planned alone, but evidently the two of you didn’t hesitate to invite Sam and Bucky. Of course they accepted the invite, and of course Bucky has done his very best to keep reminding you of your little mistake.

"Listen, if you don't want shit like that to happen again, just let me know your plan beforehand."

"But I did let you know. The problem is that someone is not really a good listener."

"No. Letting me know- like, properly letting me know, would've been telling me before we got inside that building."

Bucky smirks as he leans back on his chair, and it's obvious to you he's really enjoying this banter. "Plan changed at the last minute. If you would've just followed my lead, we could've left that building a lot faster."

"Ah, so you do recognize that wasn't the original plan!" you exclaim with a triumphant grin, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "You changed it all by yourself and didn't tell me."

"Changed at the last minute," he repeats, as if to correct you. "You wanted me to stand there and explain every detail to you?"

"Oh, as if explaining it would've taken you hours! You’re always so dramatic."

"Children," Sam commented, interrupting the banter with an unamused expression. "I had to trust the operation to literal children."

Bucky scoffs at that comment, watching as Sam lets out a chuckle, shaking his head after witnessing this whole interaction between the two of you.

"Kinda makes you appreciate having an actual professional around, huh?" Joaquín says right after, flashing a charming smile in Sam's direction.

"Oh, please!" you, Bucky and Sam reply in unison, earning an offended look from Joaquín.

Soon after, Bucky is speaking again. "You know what? I'll give you some credit. You managed to do your part of the job…decently."

It’s obvious he wants a reaction from you, but even if your banter is entertaining, you know you can't keep bickering the entire night. Once again, you can’t help but to feel embarrassed, as if everyone at that table knows your little secret regarding your feelings towards Bucky. As if some innocent banter between friends could ever give it away. Besides, the four of you are here to celebrate your mission was a success, and the fact that you haven't seen the trio in a long time makes it the perfect opportunity to catch up.

Pretending to fully ignore his last comment, you turn to look at Sam from across the table. "You. I haven't seen your lovely face in a while," you start, watching him physically get ready for whatever silly comment you might come up with. "Tell me what you've been up to...I've seen the photos of you shaking hands with the President," the reference to Everett Ross sounding anything but endearing.

Sam sighs, shrugging. "Yeah, well, I guess you can say it's part of the job," he simply replies before taking a quick sip of his beer. "I can't say I'm thrilled about it, but I figured it's best to compromise a bit and keep the man happy. As long as he stays in line, I'll cooperate."

"Of course you're not thrilled about it, Sam. That's the same guy that put your ass in a prison in the middle of nowhere like you were some kind of top security criminal!" you reply almost immediately, still in disbelief at the revelation of any sort of alliance between him and Ross. Sam's expression lets you know that even he is still conflicted about it, not really knowing what to say. After taking a brief pause, you try to say something else to lighten the mood, not wanting him to think like you’re judging him for it. "Hey, I understand having to keep up appearances. I get it. And please accept my deepest condolences for having to deal with that piece of shit."

Your last comment makes the three of them laugh, and Bucky takes the opportunity to change the subject. "And what have you been up to?" he asks, sounding genuinely curious. "It's been a while since any of us has seen you."

"Well, my life has been all over the place the last few months. As all of you know, I moved into a new apartment. I loved my roommate, but I felt it was time to just live by myself, you know?"

"So no plans of leaving New York to move to D.C., huh?" Joaquín asks with a smile.

You return the smile immediately. "As fun as it would be to live closer to all of you weirdos, no. I plan to stay in New York for now. I'm just really comfortable there with the new apartment, the promotion I got a few months ago, the fact that most of my family and friends are there..."

"But not all your friends," Sam quickly points out, pretending to sound incredibly offended by your last statement. "But since we’re talking about friends and just social life in general...are you still single?"

"Why are you always so interested in my love life?" you joke with a playful grin, taking a sip of your margarita to leave him wondering the answer just a few seconds more. "Yes, I'm still single. Queen's full of creeps," you added shortly after. "Are any of you seeing anybody?"

"Proudly and happily single," Joaquín replies, raising his drink up as if to cheer before taking a sip.

Sam gives him a very visible side-eye. "Yikes," is all he says regarding that, turning back to you. "I'm not interested in dating right now, to be honest. I’m quite a busy gentleman, you know?" 

“And you say ‘yikes’ to me?” Joaquín says immediately after, looking dumbfounded.

You chime in before any of them could add anything else regarding that. “Bucky?” you ask, turning to look at him as you await his answer.

It was a bold move to directly ask him that question. On one hand, you know Bucky has always been a loner so you’re almost certain that he’s single. But there’s always that tiny percentage of probability that you’ll learn a truth you’re not sure how you’ll handle. He’s your best friend, of course you’ll be happy if he’s happy…but the idea of him revealing to you that he’s dating someone might actually make you physically sick.

You notice Bucky gets uncomfortable right away. “I’m single too.”

The pleasant feeling of relief lasts just a few seconds. The fact that Sam laughs at Bucky’s reply has your mind spinning, not understanding why he would laugh at that. Why the fuck is he laughing? Should you start panicking already?

"Actually, our buddy has been on a few dating apps, I believe."

Oh no. 

Even when you try to remind yourself not to care about anything remotely romantic involving Bucky- or at least, not to care more than a platonic friend would, you can deny the news of him possibly dating someone or even just randomly talking to any person in those apps makes your stomach turn. It really wouldn't be dramatic to claim that you could quite literally throw up right now at the thought of him and someone else right now.

It's not common to hear any sort of updates regarding Bucky's love life because...well, there's never any developments. He's never shown interest in anyone, and as far as you know he's never had any sort of relationship with anyone like that– serious or casual. What if he's interested in exploring that part of his life now? What if he has found someone already and you're about to hear him talk all about them? It makes you genuinely sick, but you try your best to act as unbothered as you possibly can, forcing you to mask your disgust and heartbreak with pleasant surprise.

"Is that so?" is all you say.

He looks even more uncomfortable by the subject, choosing to look down at his almost finished beer. "It's not...I was just trying to put myself out there," he says awkwardly, shrugging. "Long story short, online dating is not for me. I hated it."

You could tell he doesn’t really like talking about this subject, so you try to quickly ease the tension with a bit of humor. Besides, you're probably better off without hearing anything regarding that topic anyway. "It's because you couldn't figure out how the whole swiping thing worked, isn't it?"

Bucky immediately seems to relax with your joke, chuckling a bit. "It took me a few days actually." He takes a quick pause before continuing. "I probably should've asked you for help."

If there was any hidden message behind his last statement, it completely goes over your head because you genuinely thought it was just part of your playful banter regarding his lack of skills when it comes to technology. You laugh, and in return Bucky offers you a smile because that's as much hinting as he dares to do out loud, especially if Sam and Joaquín are sitting right there. He's incredibly used to you never getting his subtle implications anyway.

In front of you, the other two guys are watching this exchange unfold, and it's hard to tell which one of them has a bigger urge to tell you to stop being so fucking oblivious already. As subtle as he can be, Joaquín pokes Sam's side with his elbow to give him a quick heads-up before speaking. "Considering everyone's almost finished, Sam and I are getting another round of drinks."

The two of them are standing up when they notice you're grabbing your purse and standing up as well. "Oh, I can go with you. I have to go to the restroom anyway."

The two of them want to yet again yell at you to please get a grip on the situation, but Sam just silently takes a seat as you and Joaquín go over to the bar, quickly telling him what you want to order before heading towards the restroom.

A few drinks later the four of you are finally leaving the bar. Sam and Joaquín left to their respective houses while you and Bucky shared an Uber back to his own place. He was kind enough to let you crash in his spare room for the night. It's not like this is the first time you've ever stayed at his apartment when you visit the boys, but you can't deny the idea is both thrilling and terrifying- not like anything would happen to make you feel like that...you two are just friends...but, still...your silly head likes to get silly ideas sometimes.

Deciding not to indulge in your little fantasies, you decide to start a conversation. "Update on the food?" you ask, turning to look at Bucky, who sits comfortably on the sofa of his living room.

"Like ten minutes away," he says, taking a quick look at the screen. "How come you haven't congratulated me for knowing how to order food with this thing?" he added with evident surprise, making you chuckle.

"Because you keep saying 'this thing' like it's some mysterious device completely unknown to mankind," you reply, and before you can stop yourself, you continue. "It's cute, I guess, so congratulations."

Bucky's grin grows wider. "Oh, so it's cute?"

You try really hard not to panic, feeling incredibly embarrassed. The fact that he seems to be enjoying what you just said makes it even worse, because you know he’ll use that to tease you now. He just finds any possible excuse to do it. "Cute as in lame."

He chuckles. "Right."

Not knowing what else to say, you clear your throat before walking towards him, taking a seat next to him as you try to come up with something else to change the subject immediately. "I'm starving," is all you say, mentally scolding you for such a poor effort.

As soon as you're sitting, you unsuccessfully try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he leans just a bit closer...perhaps if you weren't hyper vigilant whenever the two of you are too near you might've missed it. And then, he stretches his arm across the back of the sofa, right behind you.

For a second, you even thought of mocking him for such a move, but bringing more attention to it would only make you that much nervous, and you really don't want to embarrass yourself. And most importantly, you don't want your silly mind and your silly heart to get their hopes up. You're just friends, nothing else.

"Me too," he agrees, the playful grin on his face still not disappearing. "Might have to steal a few fries from you."

"Oh, I'd really like to see you try stealing my food," you reply in the same playful tone, leaning just a little closer to him without even noticing that you were actually doing that.

"I think I deserve some compensation after what happened today. You know, for all the unnecessary ass-kicking I had to do."

"Just when I thought you had moved on from that!" you reply, jokingly slapping his knee. "It wasn't my fault, it was yours for not telling me the plan on time!"

"You should've just trusted me," he insists. "But you always have to be right on everything..."

You know he's joking. There's something about bantering with you that seems to absolutely fascinate him. "Yeah, and you always want to piss me off."

Bucky chuckles again, and that's when you feel his hand gently resting on your shoulder, his arm fully around you. What the actual fuck is going on. "What, you think I like pissing you off?" he asks, tone slightly lower than before, which inevitably makes the butterflies in your stomach multiply. "Is that why you think I do it?"

You were quiet for a moment, your brain not entirely registering what's happening. "I mean...yeah."

He stops for a second, and you almost see a hint of hesitation on his face before he speaks, letting out a frustrated sigh. "For someone who claims to be so much more clever than anyone else, I would've expected you to figure it out sooner," he starts, shaking his head with a soft smile. "I've been actually flirting with you, doll."

The comment evidently takes you by surprise and all you can do is to stare back at him like a complete fool. His arm around your shoulders, the proximity, the fact he had the fucking audacity to call you that nickname...did you somehow fall asleep on his couch without noticing and this is the type of oddly-realistic dream your brain decided to come up with? Are you still standing there like a fool just fantasizing and this one just got way too immersive? And did he really just say that he's been flirting with you?

Noticing you weren't saying anything, he decides to continue, looking a little hesitant and disappointed with your silence. "You know, it'd be really nice if you say something..."

"Awful way to flirt," is all you could come up with, which immediately makes him burst out laughing. 

"Maybe," he agrees. "But I can’t believe you didn’t figure it out. I mean…Sam and Joaquín did a long time ago."

"The three of you share the same brain cell, of course they figured it out a long time ago,” you reply, still in complete shock to be having this conversation with him. Were you really that blind? "You could’ve just asked me."

"You know I'm not direct like that," he replies, and the shy look on his face almost makes your heart melt. "Like I said, I was relying on your impressive intelligence to figure it out."

You let out a soft chuckle after his last comment, immediately giving him a warning look. "Don't." He looks back at you for a few seconds, almost wanting to challenge you after noticing the way you’re looking at him. Soon enough, he’s unable to hide his smirk anymore. "There it is," you point out, knowing he hates that.

Bucky lets out a soft grunt as a complaint, resting his head on your shoulder. Encouraged, you immediately move a hand up to his hair, affectionately playing with it. The two of you stay like that, simply enjoying being so close to each other. It feels incredibly right.

"So how do you feel?" he eventually asks, perhaps feeling braver to ask now that he doesn’t have to look into your eyes when he does.

You don’t reply right away, still feeling incredibly nervous despite knowing he does like you back. Eventually, you do build up the courage to say something. "I like you. Like, a lot."

Bucky moves back to look at you know. The look on his face gives you the impression that he wasn’t expecting you to be so honest with your answer, perhaps expecting another silly joke or sarcastic remark. And even though you thought about the possibility of choosing a more humorous approach, after keeping your feelings for him locked up and stored away for so long, you really needed to just say it.

Instead of saying something back, Bucky tightens his grip around your shoulders just enough, using his other hand to grab your chin right before kissing you. It certainly takes you by surprise, but you're quickly returning the kiss as you just completely melt in his arms, still trying to convince yourself that this is not some kind of hyper-realistic dream.

His hand swiftly moves to your cheek as the kiss continues, the gesture so incredibly delicate, a sharp contrast with the pure need he’s transmitting through the kiss. It’s desperate, passionate, intense…like he’s been waiting an entire lifetime to finally be able to experience this, grateful for the absolute privilege that it is to kiss you.

One of your hands moves up to the back of his neck and your touch seems to encourage him that much more because before you know it, he's taking the opportunity to gently bite your bottom lip, right before continuing to make out with you.

Much to yours and Bucky's disappointment, the sound of his apartment's doorbell echoes through the apartment, indicating the food you previously ordered has arrived.

He reluctantly pulls away with a soft grunt. "Food's here," he comments out loud, offering you a soft smile. He takes a brief moment to look at you, brushing his thumb against your cheek in an affectionate manner, dreading the idea of having to leave this couch. "I'll get it."

"I can help," you offer almost immediately.

Instead of replying right away, he leans in for a short kiss. "I'll get it," he insists, quickly making his way to the door after another buzz could be heard.

You sat in his living room in complete disbelief of what just happened, thankful that he's not here right now to see your goofy smile and blushed cheeks. He'd probably tease you to no end if he did see that.

Not knowing what else to do, you immediately reach for your phone, opening your messages. You knew exactly who would be the right people to share the news with.

'uhm so we just kissed??????' you texted, the first message in the group chat you just created with Sam and Joaquín.

Joaquín is the first one to reply. 'HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!'

'FUCKING FINALLY.' Sam texts shortly after.

[plutotheplum]

Beating Hearts

sylus x fem!reader

summary: following the aftermath of his match, sylus shows you how much he adores you.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, kissing, loss of virginity, oral sex, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, p in v, belly bulge, praise kink, inappropriate use of evol

wc: 4.1k

a/n: he was so sweet in this card <3 if you would like to read an mma au with sylus (mma fighter!sylus x manager!reader), then you can find it here! :)

also on ao3!

“Are the strong always required to be strong?”

Sylus’ words ring out in your mind as you sit beside him on the stairs, draped in silence. He runs his hand through his hair, having wiped off the rivulets of sweat that were sliding down his skin with a towel.

Was he trying to be vulnerable with you? It’s the only reason you can think of as to why he would ask that question. The thought of him being devoid of strength is a nauseating one. He wouldn’t be the same without his strength, the raw power he carried, his Evol a testament to that. 

Absent-mindedly, you play with the ring he had given you. Onychinus’ leader is a confusing man. There’s an unexpected softness to him that you’re not used to. It unnerves you a little, the way Sylus had pressed his face into your hair in a gentle kiss.

You stare at the side of his face, Sylus’ eyes have slid shut due to the lack of conversation. He looks even more vulnerable like this and you can’t imagine what you’d do with yourself if he was hurt, or even worse killed if his healing abilities somehow failed him. It’s only then that you realize you care more about the asshole than you should. 

Still, it doesn’t stop you from sliding closer, your side pressing against his. Sylus’ eyes flutter open, a smirk pulling at his lips when he sees how close you’ve gotten.

“Something wrong, sweetie?” he asks in a drawl.

“No,” you shoot back, eyes slipping back towards the ring on your finger. “It’s just-” you sigh, avoiding his gaze completely, “the answer to your question is no. The strong aren’t always required to be strong.”

Sylus raises his brows, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. You glare back at him, cheeks flushing under his knowing gaze.

“What I mean to say,” you grouse, “is that it would be good if you were strong all the time, but if you aren’t, then- then you don’t have to be, around- around me.”

“Is that your twisted way of saying you care for me?” Sylus muses, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“And if it is?” you murmur, leaning into his touch when he traces the tips of his fingers over the curve of your cheek.

“I’d be grateful,” Sylus replies, gripping your chin gently.

Your breath hitches when he leans forward, brushing a soft kiss to your temple. His calloused hands cup your cheeks afterwards, forcing you to meet his gaze. Sylus’ thumbs smooth over the expanse of your cheeks and you reach up, hands curling around his wrists.

“Don’t you think you’re giving too much of yourself away?” you whisper.

“Perhaps,” Sylus murmurs, his breath fanning across your face. “Will you use it against me?”

There’s no uncertainty in your mind as to what he’s asking of you. Loyalty. Yet, you and Sylus come from entirely different worlds, ones that don’t mesh well together, ones that would make blind loyalty a bitter curse.

Against better judgment, you shake your head. Sylus lets out a low laugh, surprise flashing through his eyes at your answer.

“Looks like we both have our weaknesses, sweetie.”

You let out a slow exhale when he tilts your head, lips pressing against your cheek in a reverent kiss. Sylus stares down at you, his thumbs running over your cheeks again. Your lips part when he nears, but he doesn’t kiss you the way you want, instead dropping a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering.

“You said you adored me,” you say weakly, trying to stop him from rising to his feet.

“I do,” Sylus says, smiling down at you. His hand reaches out, pulling you to your feet, his arm curling around your waist to pull you flush against him. “But I won’t show you how much I adore you here.”

-

The ride back is a tense one.

You keep fidgeting in your seat, fingers alternating between playing with your dress and the ring on your finger. If Sylus notices, he doesn’t say anything, instead keeping his eyes on the road as he drives. It takes everything in you to stop yourself from reaching out for his hand and lacing your fingers together.

“Relax,” he murmurs when the traffic light turns red. His hand spreads over your thigh, warm and comforting and you bite back a whine, eyes slipping shut.

Sylus leans across the center console, his lips pressing against your cheek. You can feel his smile against your skin, your hand reaching up to run through his hair when he drags his lips down across your jaw.

“You’re not playing fair,” you mumble, tilting your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek again.

“I never said I would,” Sylus replies, squeezing your thigh again before letting go as the traffic light turns green.

Sylus helps you out of the car, nodding to one of his men to take it elsewhere while his hand encases yours, pulling you through the doors and down the hallway towards his room.

You watch as he manages to conjure up a vase, disappearing into the bathroom to fill it with some water as he unwraps the bouquet of flowers you had given him. It’s an unfitting image, the most dangerous man in the N109 zone and Linkon combined taking such care with the flowers so as to not crumple the delicate petals.

You wonder whether he’ll be just as gentle with you.

A squeak escapes you as his Evol surrounds you, the red tendrils lifting you off of your feet and bringing you closer to him, until you’re settled on his desk, legs dangling off the edge, feet not quite reaching the ground.  

Sylus steps between your legs, crowding into your space, his hands on either side of you, against the wood of his desk. Your head tilts back to meet his darkened eyes better, breath hitching when his hands squeeze at your waist. He pets his hands across your sides lazily, his forehead pressing against yours.

Soft, airy breaths leave you, back arching into his touch as Sylus’ hands roam over you, touching every inch that he can find. His nose nudges against yours, and you rise to meet the challenge, hands splaying across his firm chest before your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him closer.

“There’s something you should know,” you whisper when Sylus presses his face into the crook of your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“What?” he murmurs, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling to the edge of his desk.

“I-” your breath falters, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. You try again, but your breath gets caught in your throat, something akin to an odd gulp sounding in the quiet room.

Sylus draws back when he senses your hesitation, his brows raising. You blink up at him, shrinking under his piercing gaze. 

“Hey,” Sylus says when you try to avert your gaze, trapping your chin between his fingers and forcing you to meet his eyes. “What is it?”

“I’ve never done this before,” you blurt out in a rush, cheeks flushing deeper.

Sylus stares down at you in surprise, clearly taken aback by this new revelation. He doesn’t say anything for what seems like an eternity and the more uncomfortable you grow, trying to squirm off of the desk.

He doesn’t let you, gripping your chin tighter in a bruising grip, his carmine eyes boring down into yours.

“Never?” Sylus asks finally, his head tilting.

“Never,” you mumble, a pout making your lower lip jut out, feeling sullen at his reaction.

Sylus hums before a slow grin spreads across his face, his hands cupping your cheeks, thumb smoothing over the plush of your lips.

“Were you saving yourself for me, sweetie?”

“Shut up!” you retort, swatting his chest.

Sylus laughs, nuzzling into your cheek and kissing it. You lean into it, eyes fluttering shut when he strokes his hand over your hair, cupping the back of your head.

“I suppose I’ll have to take care of you then, hm?” he muses.

“You’re making it seem like a chore,” you huff out, pushing at his shoulders, sending him a glare.

He grins, hoisting you up into his arms. You squeak, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, hands tightening on his shoulders to steady yourself. 

“Quite the contrary, sweetie,” Sylus says, planting a kiss to your sternum as he carries you to his bed. “Once I have you, I won’t be inclined to let you go.”

You stare up at him shyly when he lays you down, his hand catching yours as he kisses your knuckles, fingers grazing the ring on your finger.

“Perhaps I ought to get you a better fitting one.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you mutter, flushing at the implication of his words.

You reach for him anyways, lacing your fingers together and tugging him closer. Sylus’ body settles between your thighs, and you whine, lips parting as his face draws closer.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you go,” Sylus murmurs, peering into your eyes, “I meant it.”

The conviction in his voice has your heart fluttering, a satisfied smile pulling at your lips. Sylus laughs, the tip of his nose brushing yours gently as he lowers his head to kiss you.

You stop him, thumb pressing against his lips.

“Do you promise, Sylus?”

“I already lost you once,” he mutters, “I won’t lose you again.”

Your brows furrow, confusion flitting across your face. “What are you talking a-”

Sylus doesn’t give you a chance to finish, shutting you up with a kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, hand leaving untangling from his to cup his cheek instead. A soft gasp spills out of you when Sylus’ hands creep up under your dress, his fingers squeezing at the fat of your thighs.

His kisses grow hungrier, taking and taking until you’re all but gasping, tugging at his snowy hair in an attempt to get him to detach so you can breathe. Your lips are slick with spit and Sylus grins at the sight, collecting the drool that’s escaped from your mouth with his tongue, licking up the side of your cheek and into your mouth.

“M-more,” you whine needily, legs locking around his hips.

“Wet already?” he whispers, fingers reaching between your bodies to find your panties drenched. Sylus coos, his thumb pressing against your clothed clit to rub firm circles into the throbbing bud. “Is that all it takes? My baby just needs some kisses to make her cunt leak.”

You glare at him, pinching his shoulder at the vulgar words. Sylus smirks lazily and you squeal when he slaps your ass playfully, his body jostling closer to capture your lips in another hot, demanding kiss.

Sylus’ hardening cock grinds into your clothed cunt and you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck tighter. His hand smoothes over your hair, keeping you in place, fingers dragging against the skin of your thigh harshly as he pants into the crook of your neck. 

“Gonna let me lick that pretty pussy?” Sylus asks, his fingers toying with the band of your panties, “hm, sweetie?”

You nod hazily, sitting up for him. He helps pull your dress up over your head, your bra soon after, his eyes darkening when he sees your breasts and hardening nipples in the cool air.

“Don’t stare,” you grumble, shying away.

Sylus clicks his tongue, shaking his head before lowering it to press a kiss to your right nipple. You whine at the unfamiliar sensation, gasping when his tongue lolls out, licking over your nipple before enclosing his mouth around your breast.

“Oh-” you mewl, pulling his head closer, “S- Sylus, fuck- ngh-” 

He flicks his tongue against your hardened nipple, swirling around your skin for a moment before pulling away with a soft, suctioning pop. You fist his tank top, yanking him closer to smash your lips against his.

Sylus grins against your lips, squeezing at your hips as you shove at his chest and crawl up onto his lap. You’re pent up, and can hardly believe you have Sylus here, mouth dropping open as you drag your clothed cunt against his stiffening cock.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, gripping your thighs as he drags you up his body, stopping short of his face.

“W- wait,” you sputter, trying to squirm your way back down, “Sylus!”

“Sit on my face, baby,” Sylus says, smoothing his hands up your thighs and squeezing at your breasts.

“That’s- that’s weird,” you hiss.

He rolls his eyes and you shriek when his Evol wraps around you, picking you up with ease and places you onto his mouth. Your body jolts when his tongue licks across your ruined panties, hands gripping the pillows above his head desperately.

“Oh fuck-” you whine, voice strangled. You bite your lip hard, hands fisting Sylus’ hair when he pulls your panties to the side and licks across your bare cunt. 

The bridge of his nose presses into your clit perfectly, and Sylus taps your thighs, his eyes peering up at you as he urges you to move. You find yourself unable to look away, desperation swirling in your gaze as you rock your cunt across his mouth, heat shooting through your stomach as he stares up at you intensely.

Sylus presses his head back and you reach for his hand, squeezing tightly as he sucks his clit into your mouth. He runs his thumb across your skin, slurping messily at your cunt. You shudder, moans and whines spilling out into the air as he ravages your pussy with his mouth. 

It nearly makes you cum when he manhandles your body, hiccuping at the way his thick biceps flex as he pulls you off his face and places you flat onto your back. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he rasps, thumbing apart your slick folds and groaning when he sees how messy you are, your slick and his spit coating your inner thighs, your cunt clenching around nothing pitifully.

Sylus buries his face back into your wet pussy, licking across your folds messily before splaying his large hand against your stomach, tilting his head to kiss your swollen clit. He strokes the calloused pads of his fingers across it gently and you twitch, tugging at his hair wantonly.

“Fuck,” he snarls, gripping your thighs roughly, fingers dimpling your flesh as he shoves his face in harder, trying to burrow into your cunt, “‘s not enough.”

“‘m gonna-” you whimper, “if you keep doing that- hah- ‘m gonna cum!”

“Good,” Sylus mutters, sucking your clit back into his mouth, “cum on my tongue, baby.”

You bite back a scream when he presses his fingers inside, curling them and thrusting them in and out of you. Your thighs tighten around his head, trapping him against your cunt and Sylus groans while you suck in a shuddering breath, watching with dazed eyes as his hips grind into the bed spread. The muscles in his broad back shifting drive you further to the edge, but it's the press of his nose against your clit that sends you over, eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching as you twitch and jolt, legs kicking out as you cum.

He keeps you pinned in place, licking over your puffy folds, even as you tug at his hair desperately in an attempt to make him stop. Sylus’ eyes meet your wild ones, the corner of his mouth ticking up as he presses a sloppy kiss to your clit. He lands a few more soft kisses, massaging your thighs as you come down from your high.

“I- I need a moment,” you mumble out, body curling into itself, eyes slipping shut at the overwhelming pleasure.

Sylus slots his body behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as he tugs you into his chest. You lean into him tiredly when he kisses down your neck, his hands rubbing up and down your side soothingly.

“Was that good?” he asks quietly.

You can hear how smug he sounds, an irritated huff of air leaving you. Sylus smiles against your cheek and you tilt your head back, pecking his lips gently.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Now, now, sweetie,” he drawls, rubbing circles into your hip, “don’t be like that.”

You pout and he grins, dipping his head to kiss you again. Sylus’ hips have begun to move, his clothed cock rubbing into your ass, the hard length straining against the flimsy fabric of his shorts.

“Off,” you murmur, pulling at his tank top, “take it off.”

Sylus takes it off without complaint and you smile at the sight, hands spreading across his chest appreciatively. His shorts come off soon after and you swallow nervously at the sight, the bob of his thick cock entirely too intimidating.

“Relax,” he murmurs, lips pressed against your ear, “you’ll be fine.”

You moan softly when he kisses your shoulder, his hard cock grinding into your ass again. Sylus lifts your leg, and you whimper when he slots his cock between your thighs, reaching back to run your fingers through his hair.

“So soft, baby,” Sylus whispers, fucking his cock between your thighs, “so perfect for me. My pretty, perfect girl.”

“I think I’m ready,” you breathe out, feeling the head of his cock nudge against your clit every now and then, “just- just go slow, please.”

Sylus grasps your face, turning it back towards him to kiss you. It’s softer this time, lips working against yours as he grasps his cock, rubbing it through your folds and coating it in your slick before notching the tip of it against your pussy.

He kisses you through it, doesn’t let you squirm away, keeps his lips against yours as he presses his cock in. You shift uncomfortably and Sylus nuzzles into your cheek, letting out a low hum.

“Doing so good, sweetie,” he praises, seeing the tears prick at your eyes, “so, so good.”

Sylus is thick, practically splitting you open, forcing your pussy to accommodate him. You whimper in pain and he kisses you gently, brushing your hair away from your forehead as he continues to sink his cock in.

“Too big,” you pout, feeling completely and utterly full.

“Look,” Sylus whispers, his fingers brushing across your stomach when the entirety of his cock sinks into your stretched out pussy.

You peer down to where he’s pointing, flushing when you see the bulge in your stomach, his fat cock the culprit. 

“All mine,” Sylus murmurs, hooking his chin over your shoulder as he rolls his hips in, making you gasp and dig your fingers into his forearm. “My pretty fuckin’ baby, all fuckin’ mine.”

“‘s too much,” you hiccup, eyes fluttering shut and moaning when he presses down on the bulge gently, a tingle shooting through your body, making your toes curl. 

“Take my cock, sweetie,” he whispers, kissing your neck reverently, his fingers pinching at your nipples.

“Sylus,” you whine when he draws his hips back out and thrusts his cock back in, “want- want more.”

“Are you sure?” Sylus asks, staring down at you, “I thought it was too much?”

Your eyes narrow, hand reaching for his, letting your Evol flare, resonating with him. Sylus lets out a choked noise, his head dropping and eyes squeezing shut, body shuddering behind yours. You smile up at him, satisfied and smug. 

“Little brat,” he hisses, though there’s no real venom in his voice. “Again.”

You do as he wants, resonating with him again, moaning loudly when he humps his hips into you, cock dragging through your clenching walls. Somehow, you can hear your own heartbeat, the energy flowing through you heightening your senses as Sylus’ Evol strengthens. 

The red and black mist caresses your body, grazing across your nipples and your clit. You whine into the pillows, hand grasping his tighter. Sylus’ Evol eventually dims down the more he gets lost in the wet heat of your cunt, his arm curling around your leg to hoist it up as he fucks his cock into you.

Sylus moves your leg after a while, slotting his hips between your legs again, hips rocking into you. You let out soft airy noises and strangled moans, nails clawing down his back as Sylus presses his face against your neck, growling lowly.

“Feel so good,” he groans, leaving sloppy kisses across your skin, fastening his pace when he feels your legs lock around his hips.

“Sy- Sylus,” you moan, pulling his head up to kiss him.

He returns the kiss just as hungrily, planting his hand on your head to hug you to him as he tilts your hips up a little, cock driving into you. Your mouth opens in a silent moan, hugging him closer as he presses his body flush against yours, heavy balls slapping against your skin, the lewd sound emanating through the quietness of the room.

“Gonna make me fuckin’ cum,” Sylus rasps, dragging kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Then- then cum,” you hiccup, tugging at the strands of his hair gently, “want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, peering down into your eyes, “want me to stuff this little cunt full?”

You nod eagerly, and he grins devilishly, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You suck obediently, eyes fluttering shut at the comfort of his thumb, losing yourself in him.

“Resonate with me when you cum,” Sylus whispers, his voice strained as he feels the walls of your pussy clenching tighter and tighter.

He laces your fingers together, bringing your hand to his lips. You can see the way he looks down at you, as though he can’t quite believe you’re here, his head tilting to press his lips against the ring firmly.

It’s a struggle to control your Evol, but you do as he asks, resonating when you feel the tight coil in your lower stomach snap as he shoves his cock inside of you all the way, gasping at the way it throbs inside of you. Your orgasm is blinding, body shuddering violently as you cum, Sylus’ Evol making you see stars.

It feels as though you’ve been set alight, somehow able to feel the energy pulsing around you, just like how his cock is inside of you. Sylus isn’t faring much better, his hips stuttering to a jerky stop as he slumps over you, gasping raggedly. His cum spills into you, hot and thick, adding to the haze in your mind.

The red and black tendrils stroke over your body gently and you whine softly, chasing after the mist of his Evol when it dissipates. Your thighs are sticky with his cum, his softening cock slipping out of you, cum leaking out soon after.

“I adore you,” Sylus whispers after a moment, pulling you into his chest, kissing your forehead.

“I know,” you say, eyes fluttering shut when he kisses you, slow and soft, his fingers sliding over your jaw and across the expanse of your cheek.

You smile up at him, body draped over his, chin resting on his chest. Sylus runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly, scratches your scalp gently and presses his thumb against your lips for you to kiss.

“I’m glad it was you,” you murmur, head tilting to the side.

Sylus hums, leaning in to kiss you tenderly before he stands up. You bite your lip, watching his broad back as he disappears and returns with warm, damp cloth. He wipes your inner thighs with care, and over your puffy pussy, cleaning the cum and slick that soils your skin.

Your feet press against his chest playfully and he smiles, hands curling around your ankles to kiss the soles of your feet.

“Sore?” he asks, peppering lazy kisses to your ankles.

You nod, feeling a dull ache settle in your thighs and pussy. Sylus kisses your feet again and finds you a shirt to wear, pulling a pair of boxers up over his hips. You curl into him, staring up into his eyes.

“You said you lost me once,” you say quietly, fingers tracing over his chest, “but we’ve never met before.”

A pained expression comes over Sylus, his lips pulling down into a frown. You can’t understand what he’s so upset about, you don’t even understand what he meant when he said that.

“It doesn’t matter,” Sylus murmurs, his arm tightening around you, “I have you now.”

You purse your lips, examining his expression a little more intently, but whatever pain was there is now gone. His lips meet yours and you kiss, thumbs stroking over his cheeks soothingly.

“Then keep me,” you whisper, “for as long as you want.”

Sylus runs his fingers over the champion’s ring, sitting prettily on your ring finger. He holds your eyes as he brings it to his lips and kisses it again.

“Eternity, then.” Sylus whispers, forehead pressing against yours. “Crows keep that which is shiny. You, sweetie, happen to burn the brightest in my eyes.”

[alltheprompts]

Dp x DC prompt #13 (yay lucky number!)

What if Danny is introduced to the family not as a gremlin, but as his friend from community College and he is so freaking normal that it makes the entire family suspicious. The only reason Jason decided to bring him along is that he knows Danny seems too normal for their cohort and it will utterly freak out Bruce and Tim, confuse Grayson and set off Damian. Jason though, he knows Danny is only normal for the first few times of interaction, then he starts getting weird even by Bat Family standards.

Jason: Hey. I brought my friend from campus tonight.

Danny: Hi! Nice to meet you!

Bat family: *suspicious eyes* Nice to meet you.

Danny: I totally didn't believe Jason when he said he was one of 5 kids but he proved me wrong. Lol.

Bat family: How'd you meet Jason?

Danny: OH! He's been tutoring me in English class and I've been helping him with Calculus. We met at the library when I was trying but failing to type a paper and ended up irritating him with my groaning. He walked right over asked me to shut up and I apologized and said I was having difficulty *insert English homework here* and he had a look utter disgust and surprise and said "how the fuck are you having problems with that?"

Jason: I was disgusted. That was such an easy topic.

Danny: For you maybe! Anyways I said "Well if it's so fucking easy, explain it to me. And he did! With way better clarity then my professor. So I thanked him and asked what I could do in exchange for help. He then told to stay fucking quiet o he can work on his stuff. And we went on about our business. A week later we were both back in the library again and he was banging his head, so I went over and asked if he was okay and he yelled to leave him alone and he just as I was about to leave I noticed he was working on calculus and told Jim I could help if he wanted. He looked at me like I was insane.

Jason: I was cause you are. Most people don't ask to help after being yelled and cursed at.

Danny: But you had helped me on my english paper! I wanted to return the favor! This happened a few more times before it became normal to meet at the library and work together!

The batfamily is reeling at this strangely normal and meet cute type story and the fact that Jason was going to college and nobody knew somehow (Alfred knew).

After meeting Danny, they stalk him to see if he was acting normal or trying to mess with Jason or Jason manipulated someone normal to mess with them. The first while Danny seems perfectly normal and innocent but after a while they start getting a feeling of something off about Danny like he was both him and not. They also notice that Jason tends to stay calmer when he is around Danny. As they realize he is weird and they slowly figure it out, they actually get less anxious about Danny. As someone not quite normal or human in Danny's case was far more comforting for them then anyone of them managing to befriend an actual normal civilian with no apparent baggage or extreme homelife. A

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Proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

est. relationship. Caleb x Reader. early relationship. love and deepspace

Where you realize that despite being the big bad Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. Caleb can still be a bit childish sometimes.

You were angry. Berating him for being so reckless and stupid during a deepsapce mission. It was comical, watching a small thing like you scold the Colonel of the farspace fleet.

There you were with you're hands on your hips towering overing his muscled form by merely and inch or two even as his sat. He could see your mouth moving, your furrowed brows and exasperated eyes. Yet he heard nothing and he hopes you won't notice. Maybe a few words came through like "Idiot!, not thinking! and dummy Caleb!"

All he knows that his brain only wants to focus on more important things like how your soft lips looks so plump and glossy-a new lip gloss, maybe? how your eyes seem to glow and sparkle under the sunlight. He has wholeheartedly accepted that that shade was his favorite color ever since you were kids. And your hair? and that scent? It makes him unconsciously move closer to you. His hands twitching, just aching to touch you.

"Caleb! Are you even liste-"

"How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?" He grins up at you, brushing up his hair. Not a single serious thought behind those eyes.

You stutter with your words. "Wha- are you- stop distracting me." Shaking your head, you take a deep breath trying to stablelize yourself despite the obvious blush creeping up your face. "Really mad."

"I'll apologize later." Before you could protest he closes the distance between your lips, pulling you closer by the waist as he angles his head to kiss you deeper, longer. Trapping you between his legs so you wont pull away too fast. Your hands snake through his hair, moaning softly into his mouth. His lips were so desperate, so eager to taste what you'd allow him.

The sound of your lips echoed a bit throughout your empty apartment. You tried to pull away but kissing him came as naturally to you as breathing air. It was an automatic response.

After a hot minute, You manage to pull away a bit, "Caleb, we nee-" He cuts you off with another kiss, voice husky and deep, "just a bit more."

Some part of you wants to give in, but one of you had to be a responsible adult. Suprisingly, it wasn't Caleb. With your hunter training you somehow managed to pry yourself away from his grubby hands.

"Pipsqueak! A few more seconds." And slight pout decorated his face as his eyes droop comically. He looked like a kicked puppy.

Coughing, you tried and failed to appear stern especially with your face still red. "Caleb, you can't just kiss while Im scolding you! And I was being serious, you can't even listen to me for one minute?!"

"I swear I was listening!"

You glare at him. "No, you weren't. You were too busy ogling me."

So you did notice. Heh. He looks away innocently. "I can't help it if my girlfriend's so pretty I can't focus."

"Caleb."

As a punishment, you decided to lecture him a good 5 meters away.

AN: first time writing for Caleb. I dont know if I wrote him right.