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[mmmilkweed]

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[okwonyo]

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LEE HEESEUNG doesn’t know what got him out of his deep slumber yet. his head is still deep in the clouds when he scratches his eye open. he is confused when he hears muffled sounds coming from next to him but he is quick to distinguish his sweet girl’s sobs. it’s an heart-rending sight, sad yet beautiful, with the light of his nightstand’s lamp reflecting on your face and you tears-filled eyes widened at him. he can tell from the look on your face that you are too shaken by your nightmare to talk about it. he is quick to pull you in his embrace, your face buried in his broad chest, your fingers gripping onto his shirt as he lays the both of you down. his heartbeat goes faster as your tears fall onto his cloth and he can’t do anything else that give you a soft kiss ok the top of your head, holding you close.

PARK JONGSEONG “angel, c’mere,” he shushes you. you feel like a kid with your hand wiping your eyes, your tears falling on the back of your hand, your lips quivering. jay’s hand is wrapped around your free one. he pulls closer as you sniffle, unable to look up to look him in the face. he continues to drag you close to himself, your wobbly voice pulling his heart strings. he makes you sit on his laps in a smooth motion. you hide your face in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck. his hand strokes your back in the greatest hope of soothing your pain. “princess,” his voice is pleading. “look at me, please.” his chest is heavy with pain when you look up. he rubs your tigh with his thumb, “it’s okay, sweetheart,” he rests his forehead against yours, “i’m here.”

SIM JAEYUN feels his entire body getting weaker. when he steps into the kitchen to see you on the floor, head in your hands, sitting on the couch and shaking. his pulse rate goes so high, he can feel his heart beating in his head. he doesn’t think before rushing towards you, slightly in distress. his knees get fragile and he falls right in front of you. “my love,” he rests his hand on your thigh. he shushes you as you hiccup, messily apologizing for your state, “it’s okay, don’t apologizing.” his voice is a tad bit wobbly as he says so and he doesn’t really know what to do. he tries to get up to bring you some water, wishing that it could calm you down a little but you hold his wrist. he is unable to get off his knees when your teary eyes lock with his. when you fall in his arms, his soul feels your pain like its own.

PARK SUNGHOON it’s like his breath is being taken away from him the more he watches your face crumble into pieces. he can’t do anything but look at you, at your tears falling on your reddened cheeks, at your teeth biting your lower lip in utmost despair to stop crying. he catches you in his arms when you completely fall under the pressure of your sadness. he admits it, his eyes got a little teary when you started to cry and even more when you wrapped your arms around his neck so strongly. sunghoon decides that you need some rest—therefore, your feet are off the floor in a minute and he is walking towards the bedroom. you whine when he slightly lets go to put you on the mattress; “shh, i’m here,” he assures before laying next to you.

KIM SUNOO knows there is something wrong as soon as he comes back home. your puffy eyes and you sad smile tells him everything that he needs to know— yet, you insist on telling him that nothing his wrong. he doesn’t when the love of his life hides her pain from him, but he doesn’t want to be too punchy so he doesn’t press. “okay, i love you,” he whispers without expecting a response. he just lets it out, as a gentle reminder, a quieter way of saying that he is there for you. but he didn’t expect for you to cover your mouth to hide a sob in your throat. sunoo reaches to you immediately, distress displayed on his face as obvious as the ache of his heart. he brings you closer to his circle of warmth ever so gently. his shoulder welcomes your forehead without complaint and his hand pats your head. he doesn’t let you go until you swear you are okay.

YANG JUNGWON his hands cup your face. he puts his face so close to yours that you let out a teary giggle. “you are always so pretty,” he whispers, his thumb wiping the falling tear under your eye, “even when you cry, doll” ridiculously enough, his sweetness makes you want to cry even more than a few moments prior. yet, you still smile at jungwon, whose smile is so bright that it could light up an entire city. your tears wet your face without your permission and when he leans in to give you a peck on the mouth, his lips after salty. he comes back for another, though. he aims for everywhere: on your nose, on your cheeks, on your forehead. your giggles are wobbly and confuse themselves between many of your quiet sobs—but they are here. and he thanks god for that.

NISHIMURA RIKI does completely crumble whenever he sees you cry, or when he does as much as thinking about it. he doesn’t know what to do or what to say. your boyfriend stumbles over every surface of the apartment to find tissues for you. “hey,” he whispers, voice shaky due to his worry and his heartbeats being so fast. he sits on the edge of the bed, next to your body laid on the bed. he frowns when you look at him, desperately trying to wipe off your tears. he takes one tissue and brings it closer to your face. “no,” he says as you try to grab the tissue, “let me take care of you, baby, hm?” he cleans your damped and gorgeous face. there is a limp in his throats when you let out a shaky whisper, when your soft body shakes as you hiccup. he tucks you under the covers and gives you a kiss on the forehead, “rest a little.”

분지 ܃ i wrote this in a rush, i still hope you enjoy <3

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[dykekarkat]

happy mother's day to mary hatford. not because you were a good mother or anything but you did get neil to 17 (a remarkable achievement really) so cheers 🥂🎊

[dollbrbie]

you knew this was wrong, sleeping with your boyfriend’s father, toji. but you just can’t seem to control yourself around the older man, finding yourself completely captivated by him.

and your poor, clueless boyfriend is just so unaware of it. he just thinks his dad is just being mildly inappropriate with you, just like he usually is, muttering a small apology before rolling his eyes at his dad’s typical behaviour.

he’s yet to pick up on the lingering touches, or the way you bat your lashes at his dad with a pretty smile or even the subtle change in his dad’s personality. he’s definitely been less of a prick these past few weeks. he does think it’s a little odd you’re so nice to him - but he just chalks it up to you wanting to make a good impression on his family, like a good girlfriend would.

it was starting to get suspicious though.

every night you stayed over at your boyfriend’s house with toji always conveniently coming home earlier than expected due to ‘something coming up at work’, you found yourself sneaking away from your sleeping boyfriend and into his father’s bed - that typical lazy smirk plastered across his lips.

the excitement paired with the heat at your core always overshadowed the guilt you had. and when toji fucked you the way he did, it was easy for your head to be left empty of thoughts from the overwhelming pleasure he never failed to give you.

“shh.. keep quiet, baby.”, he whispers with a smirk as his cock kisses your cervix, bottoming out inside of you with every single thrust.

his thrusts were long and deep to avoid the obnoxious sounds of sweaty skin clapping together - while the idea of getting caught sounded fun, he knows you wouldn’t be very happy with him with the aftermath.

his teasing was agonising, your walls stretching around his cock to accommodate his size with the slow circles of his digits against your throbbing clit. you’re peak was on a tilting ledge, ready to fall and you needed more.

toji could see it, smirking at the sight of you trying to hold back your moans with your lips parted and your brows furrowed.

“toji- please, need more.”, you whisper with a whimper, desperate for your release.

he chuckles with a thought popping into his mind, “alright, sweetheart. i’ll give you more.”, he murmurs, leaning down to place a small kiss on your neck before pounding into your pussy with brutal thrusts, causing the bed to squeak way too loudly for your liking.

“w-wait-”, you stutter, his thrusts completely taking the air from your throat and replacing it with the loud, pathetic moans you’d been dying to hold back.

loud enough that your boyfriend woke up with a scowl, annoyed that his dad had brought back some girl knowing you were staying over. but then megumi feels the empty spot in his bed where you’d previously been - feeling his stomach drop as he puts the pieces together.

and suddenly, everything started to make sense.

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[mattybsgroupie]

— MATT TAKES HIS ANGER OUT ON YOU

established relationship; oral (m); fingering (f); degradation; pussy slapping; spanking; p in v; creampie; dom!matt

you hear the door slamming shut, matt entering home in heavy steps. he throws the keys somewhere in the front table, removing his shoes angrily. he sits down at couch, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his hair.

you peek at him from a distance, not sure whether you should approach him or let him have some alone time. you can tell matt is anxious, his right leg bouncing up and down in a failed attempt to soothe his nerves.

matt sighs again, tilting his head as he scratch his beard. you drag your feet through the wooden floor, quietly making your way towards matt. you place a hand in his shoulder, startling him due the sudden contact. “fuck” he cusses out, covering your palm with his own, giving it a light squeeze, as if he silently recognized your presence.

“can i help?” you whisper, gently massaging his back. matt shrugs, clicking his tongue. “no— i don’t wanna take it out on you” he admits, pressing his chapped lips on your hand.

you walk around the couch, sitting next to him. you place your chin on matt’s shoulder, your gaze flickering between his own blue orbs and his stubble. you smile at the sight of matt — so handsome, so perfect, even when angry. “take it out on me” you say, your index reaching for his earlobe, tickling his skin.

you notice the shift on his eyes, almost as if something bigger than him took over his senses. he runs his tongue over his top teeth, chewing the insides of his cheeks, holding back a smile. “nah, don’t say that” matt chuckles, ruffling you hair.

“‘m serious” you answer back, letting go of him and resting your back against the couch. you cross your legs, allowing matt to take a good look at the back of your thighs. his large palm immediately got a grip of your body, groping your flesh. “room. now.” matt demands, watching as you get up and make your way to the bedroom.

matt takes long to follow you. he peeks through the half-open door, a stream of light making its way to the hallway. he sees you, completely bare, sitting against your own feet. you’re on your knees — ready for him to use you however he pleases.

he chuckles as he makes his way in, removing his shirt and tossing it on the bed. matt removes his belt in an one-time motion, causing a loud noise of leather slapping against the carpet floor. he unbuttons his jeans, pulling his pants down along with his underwear, revealing his swollen shaft.

he comes close to you, pumping his own dick. matt grabs it by the base, delighted with the sight of you opening your mouth and slowly drags his cock around your face, slapping it across your cheeks. “little cockslut” he says to himself as he places his tip on your lips, waiting for you to take him.

you suck on the tip like a lollipop, purposefully drooling on his girth. matt groans as you go deeper on his shaft, bobbing your head up and down. “there you fucking go”, he moans as his hand reaches for your hair, wanting to control your movements. in fact, matt forces you to stand still, jerking his hips forward, thrusting his cock into your throat. you can’t help but gag on his length, more saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth and dripping down your chin.

things are different when matt takes control — and it turns you on even more. you place your hand underneath your pussy, rutting your hips against your own palm. your completely soaked, feeling your cunt throbbing as matt fucks your throat. “gon— gonna cum babe” matt warns you, but no early enough. he finishes in seconds, thick ropes of warm cum filling your entire mouth, painting your tongue white.

with a groan, mouth removes himself from you, his cock still hard. “swallow it” he demands, locking your jaw with his fingers and you quickly obey. your hips, however, continue to move, your pussy desperate for some relief. “and what do you think you’re doing?” matt asks, watching as you get off.

he clicks his tongue, walking around you and sitting on the edge of the mattress. he pats the bed twice, silently asking for you to join him. you crawl towards matt, waiting for the next order. he picks you up from the floor, placing your body over his thighs, holding you still with one of his arms. your chest is pressed against his jeans, your ass sticking out.

“you fucking” matt slaps your butt. “whore” another spank, the burning sensation taking over, his large hand against your soft flesh making it sting. “you think you can touch yourself while blowing me? what kind of slut are you?” he spits out, another hard slap hitting your skin.

you don’t speak — you’re not allowed to. you chew on your bottom lip, trying your best to stay in silence. matt continues to spank you countless times, your ass becoming burning red. “fuck! please!” you cry out, not being able to hold back.

“and that greedy little pussy” matt says, dragging his index between your asscheeks, reaching for your folds. your wetness makes it easier for matt to slip a finger in at the same time his thumb goes for your clit, rubbing it in circular motions. “begging to be fucked ain’t it?”

you nod your head desperately as matt pushes another finger in you, reaching your sweet spot. he curls his knuckles inside, causing your head to fall forward. matt holds you closer, brushing his digits on your cervix — and removing them as soon as he notices your walls pulsating around him.

“you think you deserve to cum?” he asks, turning your body so that you’d be able to face him. matt adjusts your position, forcing both of your feet in bed and spreading your legs apart. he licks his fingers, reaching for your pussy, fondling you before giving a light tap on your clit. your body trembles, your legs almost giving up at his harshness.

a naughty grin appears on matt’s lips. he knows how much you’re enjoying it — so he continues. the taps become stronger, faster, turning to quick slaps on your pussy. squelching sounds take over the room along with your moans, the knot in your lower tummy ready to break.

“on fours. now.” he finally stops, placing you in bed. you bend over for him, completely fucked out. not a single coherent sentence comes from your mouth, only needy, desperate moans. “there she is” matt smiles, groping your ass, dragging his leaking cock through your folds. “my good little fucktoy” he degrades you, but it almost sounds like a compliment. you whine at his words, causing matt to chuckle again. “isn’t that right? aren’t you just my little fuck doll?”

matt tighten his grip on your hips, slowly burying himself inside you, quickly stretching your walls and not giving you time to adjust to his size before pounding into you. “fuck— matt!” you grip the sheets, rolling your eyes. “yes! yes!” you scream as matt fills you to the brain, his slit oozing pre-cum.

“matt! ‘m gonna cum!” you tell him. “fuckin’ cum with me baby” matt says as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster. “my good little slut, makin— makin’ me feel s-so good” matt groans as his orgasm washes over him, his release filling you up entirely. a wave of pleasure hits you, matt’s warm cum helping you reach your own high.

he gradually pulls out, admiring as his cum oozes from your hole and drips down your thighs. your body collapses onto the mattress, no strength left in your legs. matt lays down next to you, opening his arms so you can snuggle closer. he places a kiss on the top of your head, caressing your shoulder as he holds you in a tight, loving hug. “thank you” he whispers. “you can take your anger out on me next time”.

yeah yeah i haven’t written a long long fic in so long, finally here it is. happy one year enjoy this one u sick freaks, posted piss yesterday go read that too bye love yall so much! also!!!! not proofread i apologize for any mistakes! and if you wanna be added to the special taglist please comment on this post 🤍

[thedevilsoftruth]

What you need

J. B. Barnes x F! Reader

Sum: Bucky comes home from a mission, and doesn't even make it past the door without you already pouncing on him ♡

Warning: Smut!!! 2k words of pure and utter filth. Thigh riding if you squint, married relationship, riding, missionary, creampie, piv sex (don't try this at home,) lots of kissing, reader is very very desperate and needy. NOT beta read.

A/n: Shitty ass short ass thing I wrote at midnight because progesterone goes crazy and I need to ride New Avengers Bucky. Goodnight.

18+ content up ahead. MDNI!!!

[ my marvel request box is back open. please see my pinned post for more information regarding my request rules. ]

He doesn't even get to set his keys down before you were on him.

You throw yourself into him so hard you knock him against the front door. Your arms are around his neck, forcing him to bend down to your height as you stand on your tip-toes and attack his face with kisses. He's so caught off guard that his eyes don't close as he tries to keep up with your kisses.

"Oh--Hi baby. Hi. Hi." He murmurs against your lips as you kiss him like a wild animal, your lips kissing every inch of his skin, leaving faint pink marks behind from your lipgloss. His hands lay at your hips, fingers curiously threading through the lace of the lavender panties you were wearing under your babydoll bra.

"How are you?" He tries to ask but you growl, pinning him to the door with your hand on his chest and your lips on his jaw.

"I cleaned the house." You nearly whine, your voice coming off as needy. "Mopped the floor, cleaned the stove, did the dishes, baked your favorite cheesecake." You continued, kissing the facial hair on his face that sprinkled down to his neck. Fuck, he was outgrowing his beard and his hair again, and fuck, you needed him so bad.

"I did the laundry--and fuck, James, I even cleaned the car." You told him, mouthing at the crook of his neck, your hands flying anywhere, touching every part of him like it was the last time you'd be seeing him. Bucky groaned and pulled his head back from you a bit.

"Baby, baby." He muttered, leaning back and putting his hands on your cheeks lovingly. You had this look in your heavy lidded eyes, a look that told him you were beyond the point of no return. "Slow down, what's up with you?"

It didn't take long for you to get mad and pull him back down onto you. Your fingers curled into the soft green fabric of his henley and you growled at him like you were mad at him. You backed up until you hit the couch. Bucky's eyebrows were knitted, confused as he tried to read you. His hands on your hips were restricting you from falling back like you wanted to.

"Need you so bad, James, please. Push me onto the couch?" You begged him, mouthing at the corner of his mouth, his beard scratching your skin. You nuzzled your face into his facial hair, earning a confused groan from your husband.

"Baby, where is all of this coming from--"

You cut him off with another kiss. Your tongue quickly slipped into his mouth, and the both of you moaned. His hands slipped down to your ass, gently cupping your flesh into his hands and making you gasp into his mouth. Shockwaves were sent through your body, along with a particular warmth spreading to your core. Given the way your tongue was moving around his, you needed him bad. So, he gave in.

Gently, he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back onto the couch. You feel back with a surprised grunt, the couch creaking loudly as you hit the black leather cushions. You panted, bracing yourself on your elbows as you watched your husband crawl onto the couch and up your body.

The sight had your pussy aching. His long brown hair was falling into his face, and the smile on his wet lips was absolutely sinful. Your thighs pressed together, but he was quicker. He pulled them apart fast and harsh, making you gasp.

"Poor baby." He crooned, kissing your inner thigh. "Left you alone too long." He kissed higher that time. "You missed me so bad, didn't you, honey?"

You were gasping, nodding your head along frantically as you looked down at him, curious as to what he was going to do.

"Mm I know you did." He said, his mouth coming into contact with your dripping core through your soaked through panties. "This pretty little pussy tells me so anyway."

He mouthed at the fabric, his lips brushing through the tiny wet spot on it. You made a little noise at it, your hands shooting to his head, your fingers threading through his long hair.

Your voice came out in a pathetic little plea that had him twitching through his boxers. He swallowed thickly, kissed your cunt one more time, then rose up your body like the sun on a Saturday morning.

"James," you moaned, tugging at his scalp. He looked up at you and hummed. "Please fuck me. I need it so bad, baby."

His leg nestled between your thick things, his knee nudging right where you needed him most. His arms were braced by the sides of your face, and he was looking down at you with a blank, stern face than had your thighs clenching around his thigh.

"Beg." He said, his knee nudging your cunt. You mewled, your head falling back weakly. Your hips bucked, and moved without your permission, and your cunt dragged across the denim of his jeans.

"Alright," he said. "Show me how much you missed me."

"Please, baby." You cried, clawing at his sleeved forearms with big eyes. "Missed you so much. Just need your cock in me so bad, Bucky." You were breathless, grinding against his thick, muscular thigh helplessly like it was the only fucking thing keeping you alive. He looked down at your little movements and grinned.

He sat back on his knees, quick hands working to discard the black leather belt around his waist like it was only an obstacle in his way of getting to his goal. The second the belt was off, you were on him. Your panties were off in almost an instant, and you were straddling his lap faster than you could say the word 'go.'

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, watching carefully as you lowered yourself onto his thick, heavy cock, which you stood up with the palm of your hand. The both of you groaned as he entered you fully, stretching you out completely to accommodate his length.

You were moving immediately, rolling your hips across his lap at a controlled pace that wasn't exactly fast but wasn't slow either. His hands stayed on your hips to keep you balanced, and your hands stayed on his shoulders for extra support.

"Yeah, that's right, honey." He moaned back into your ear, his hands sliding down to your ass to cup your flesh into his large hands. You squealed, the sensation urging you on. You removed your face from his neck, and you sped up, bouncing on your husband fat cock like a bitch in fucking heat. In a way, you were. You just couldn't stop clinging onto him like you were scared someone was going to take him from you.

"Oh fuck." You moaned, almost directly into his ear as you lowered your face onto his shoulder, your pace speeding up by just a tad. Usually, Bucky spent hours with just foreplay, but tonight, you seemed to have the upper hand and we're straight to the point. He was almost shocked by it.

"Ride me, pretty girl." He growled into your ear, spanking your ass and making you audibly yelp. "Just like that, honey. You missed this? Hmm?" He questioned as if he already didn't have the answer right in front of him. You closed your eyes and moaned gutteraly, your head lulling back as you moved up and down on his lap.

"I thought about it too, baby." He agreed, lowering his head to look down at where your bodied we're combined.

"Yeah--yeah. Fuck! Mm-thought about it everyday you were gone." You admitted between gasps and moans. Bucky just chuckled deeply, finding the answer amusing.

Sweet, lewd, loud, wet and utterly obscene little gushy noises were echoed throughout your bedroom as you rode him like a goddamned rodeo. The little noises combined with little noises the two of you made with your mouths, was a recipe for your pussy squirting all over him.

You grabbed his shoulders then, slowly as to not hurt yourself, lowered yourself all the way down onto your husbands cock until you hit the hilt. His cockhead brushed against a particular sweet spot in you, and you straight up whimpered and threw your head on his shoulders once again, moaning loudly as you slowly fucked yourself into that spot with his cock.

"James," you panted.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Take over, please." You moaned, palming your breast lightly. He grinned, giving you that kind of look that read, "I thought you'd never ask," and in an instant, you were flipped back on your back and he was already back on fucking you.

Bucky pulled out of you just a couple inches before he slammed back into you, making you cry out and claw at his forearms like you would die if you didn't. Chants of his name left your lips like a goddamn mantra. The couch creaked and moved slightly under your moving bodies, joining with your panting and little wet sounds of his cock pushing into you.

"Oh, fuck, sugar." He moaned, rough and gutteral. "Little pussy's squeezing me so tight. Oh, poor thing needed my cock in her so bad, hmm?"

He pulled back a bit, just to pin your knees to your chest, folding you in half and making you feel ten time more embarrassed and exposed than you already were. The new position made it easy for him to sink deeper into you, and deeper he went. So deep that your mouth flew open in shock and you swore your vision went white for a moment.

"Greedy little thing, especially this pussy." He groaned, smiling down on you devilishly and making your pussy flutter. He leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss, making you whimper and whine into his mouth as he thrust into you hard and fast.

"Keep up, pretty girl." He said, leaning down to kiss your neck. Your head lulled back into the cushion of the couch and your vision blurred into the ceiling.

"You begged for this." He reminded, letting your legs fall back down so he could rub your clit with a vibranium middle finger. You gasped, and your walls clamped down on him tight. He groaned.

"You gonna cum soon, gorgeous?"

"Oh fuck, there she is." He laughed darkly, tilting his head. You closed your eyes and moaned loudly, your heels scraping his back, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

His voice rang in your ears like a sweet melody, but all you could focus on mentally was how fucking amazing it finally felt to be dicked down by him like this after so long. The sex was so good that you wanted to cry.

"Yeah," you breathed. His finger rubbed harsh circles into your tiny little button, making you moan so loud that it almost sounded pornographic. His cock twitched, and your drooling pussy throbbed for more friction--more anything.

The words fell from your lips in a sweet, broken plead.

"Yeah, gonna cum soon." You repeated, opening your eyes to lock with his. "Want--want you to cum.. in-inside."

And then something snapped in the both of you, and you found yourself gripping his shoulders tight and holding your breath as you slowly started pouring down on him like milky raindrops.

Bucky looked down at the little white ring forming around his thick cock, and moaned. You came gushing out on him warm and messy. The both of you were moaning and panting, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking into you slowly, rocking his fat cock into your sobbing pussy--in and out, in and out, until he finally lost control and a thick, hot stream of his cum came spurring into your warmth.

You mewled at the intoxicating sensation of him filling you, and a few seconds later, he was collapsing onto the cushion next to you and spooning you against his broad chest.

The room was silent for several minutes while the both of you tried to catch your breath, but once he had decided he was fine, he leaned into you and chuckled, "we haven't done that in a while."

[icupblog]

Where did the party go? Last part!!! part 1 part 2

Bruce didn't notice you weren't staying with them at first, it came to him slowly. The realisation that you, his child was elsewhere, away from your home, away from him. The hallways felt colder, the house emptier. Then when at a family dinner he realised, "where's name?" he was met with "why would I know?" "probably up in their room" "father can we focus on more important matters?" none of them were definitive. Where were you, you were only 17, right?

The heels you were wearing click against the cold marble floor of the office. Even though you were an intern and mostly went on coffee runs it still felt rewarding. "hey name, your back" shouts kitty the secretary "did you get mine" she says with a pout "maybeee, you'll have to say the magic word..." "PLEASE give me my coffee I'll love you forever and ever" "here ya go" she squeals as you place her extremely complicated order in front of her. "and in return" she hands you a file "wait seriously" "yup the boss wants you to look over" you give her your brightest smile before snatching the file out of her hands and running to your makeshift office.

When you finally return to your shared apartment you slump against the door before dramatically flopping onto the floor. "Gwen? did you get ice cream?" "It's in the freezer" your room mate shouts in reply. You sigh contently as you grab the bowl before sagging into the couch. "We're going to a party tomorrow" "who's we?" "me and my room mate name" "I've got wooork" "no you don't, day off tomorrow" "Oh so I'm just meant to follow you around on MY day off?" she thinks for a second "yeah, pretty much"

Dick loved his family, to him it was the thing that kept him anchored. He loved hanging out with Damian, annoying Jason and coddling Tim when he was in his obssessive state. He adored cass and steph as he always wanted sisters. You however, were distant? he can't really remember the last time you two had hung out. Were you avoiding him? Surely he hadn't done anything wrong, right? He barely remembers the last time you had shared a meal together let alone seen each other. He had to make it up to you! he searched his contacts for your number only to find he didn't have it? did you change your number or delete it off his phone or something? Why would you do that? do you really hate this family so much? he had to find you and get the answers he needed then after, you could come back home.

You sigh as you look in a floor length mirror, this dress was far too tight and blue. you preferred to stay away from the colours of your siblings. Too many bad memories, besides why would you want to represent some of the worst people in your life. "are you ready name?" Gwen shouts "yeah" you scurry over to the kitchen of your flat where you see your best friends doing- "pre-drinks!" Gwen shouts shoving a shot glass in your hands "c'mon loosen up!" william says from behind her. God they were monsters, they had far too much alcohol tolerance. They duo quickly shove you into the back of an uber before finally reaching a club they both agreed on.

The bright lights constantly flashed in your eyes. You were meant to be out there wasted, however whenever you were drunk you felt helpless, like you needed someone your family so you just took small sips of whatever the bartender gave you, keeping an eye on your friends. You shiver slightly in the chilly air before turning back around to the bar, hoping to get some more of whatever you were having.

Before you could realise anything was happening a leather jacket gets placed around your shoulders. "sorry saw you looking cold" a man says, you were about to shrug it off before you saw his face. You swear you remembered him from somewhere, you just can't put your finger on it. "so what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" "drinking" you say with a smirk, did you used to date him? work with him? were do you know him from? "well last I checked the Waynes normally drink something a lot more expensive than" he gestured towards your drink "this" "how the fuck do you know me?" "woah, I'm Tim's friend, his well- I don't mean to brag but his best friend." "yeah, well me and Tim aren't really running around in the same circles anymore, please leave" you say shoving his jacket into his chest. Honestly of all the people to see here it just had to be someone who knew your brother, or well not just your brother (can you even call him that?) but them. You speed walk over to where William is talking to his boyfriend rick. "Who's bar guy" "freak from my past" "oooh, spicy" you give William a look before turning your back on, Tim's best friend, ew, even thinking about him gave you the creeps. "well the freak is freakly good looking-" "so what" "he's giving you puppy dog eyes-" he's trying to distract me from the fact that I hate my family and anything to do with them" "He's your BROTHER?" "NO, keep your voice down! brother's best friend" "Well if you hate your brother then maybe getting with hotshot over there will make you feel better" "can you leave it?"

"maybee, just maybeee-" "What?" "you need to get laid" you look at him with disgust, "I don't need a man to make myself feel better thanks." "not what I was trying to say" he puts his hands on your shoulder so your staring directly at him "you deserve to be happy, the more you wallow about your past the more upset you'll become, talk to the cute guy. Have fun. loosen up, those are your orders soldier!"

"Remember" he says as he makes you face the raven haired man " let loose, have more than one drink please!" he then pushes you in the direction of the bar and vanishes into the crowd, dragging Rick with him.

You mutter under your breath as you walk back. Tim's best friend gives you an amused look as you settle into the seat he's standing next to "change your mind?" "I was forced to." "Might as well make it worth your while" he says holding out a drink to you. You stare at his face for a second memorizing the way he's looking at you, like your normal, like he's normal, like he's not using you. You could... maybe get used to him. "what was your name aga-" "Conner, can I call you mine?" you shoot him a deadpanned look. "no-"

Jason knew he had done bad things, especially to his family, to Tim to name, to Bruce and Steph and Alfred and-

but that's beside the point, the point is he is trying, to make up for lost time with Dick and Bruce and trying to seek forgiveness with name and Tim. Like for example the other day he had hung out with Tim, it was awkward at first but he managed. They actually had a really good time together. See, he's changed, he's a better man, and now him and his family are thriving. "where's name?" Bruce never fails to have the deepest voice imaginable. "probably up in their room" he answers. Even though you two had had bad times, like when he slightly kidnapped you. You had forgiven him, when you first saw him in the manor you were so scared, you actually looked hilarious, he tried not to laugh. He wasn't going to do anything to you, just wanted to apologise. And he did!

It took you a while to warm up to him, but eventually you were pining for his attention. Not that he really noticed at the moment. Now that he thinks about it, he can't really remember the last time you had annoyed him about something, like what books he liked or whatever small talk you could come up with. Wait where were you?

You could barely open your eyes, it felt like your eyelids weighed a million pounds, god you were so hungover. maybe you could see if Gwen was awake, surely she would be almost as bad as you, right? You should check o- "hey sleepyhead" you squeal quickly and lift yourself up as a presence makes itself known. "thought you would be asleep the whole day," you look beside you as Conner hands you a glass of water "rough night huh?" he jokes. You stare at him in shock, what the hell? "got you something to eat as well there's a nice pastry shop down the road, and I got Gwen to let me back in after I got us something" still in shellshock you grab the water slowly and take small sips. "um, can I ask you a question Conner?" "thought you were calling me Kon?" "sorry?" "nevermind, shoot"

"did we sleep together?" a silence takes hold of your room Conner stares at the ground for a second before looking at you again.

"yes"

You spit out the water in your mouth, "oh my gosh I'm so sorry I just didn- "Oh not like that, we slept in the same bed" you let out a sigh of relief, "we did make out like a lot though" You immediately look down in shame, this was Tim's friend not your's. You can't let yourself think that this guy should be close to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" "Making outs a two way street, you know that right, especially for the type we did, I mea-" "Not just that, your Tim's friend, this was a breach of trust," "thought you didn't like him that much" "i don't but-" "so if you don't like him why do you care what he thinks?" you look up at him as he's sitting on your bed, so out of place in your quaint room.

"well firstly, I have morals" he snickers at you "didn't seem that way to me last night-" you slap him gently on the arm "stop making it seem worse than it was." you look at him for a moment, and in that moment you imagine the possibility of being with him. "my family are complicated people, they- they care about each other. and they don't really care about me as much," Kon looks at you sadly "don't say whatever sappy thing that's in your head. I-I've tried to connect with them, I've tried to be a part of that family but unless they try as well I can't. I know what I am to them and I've made my piece with it. I'm happy here, in Metropolis with my friends, I don't need them anymore but sometimes, I just with I had a family you know." he looks at you for a moment then smiles softly. "I'm sorry about how they treated you," "Nothing for you to be sorry about" you say as you grab his hand. He looks at you, like really looks at you with your 'just got out of bed look' and your soft smile as you cradle your hand in his. He leans in, hoping beyond hope that you'll realise how much he cares about what happened between you two. How he noticed you, even in the manor, through dark hallways you were his guiding light. How when Tim was busy he would peek into your room just to find you sitting there studying, or chatting with a friend, or doing something so mundane he couldn't believe you lived in the same household as the others. You were special and you could be his. If you just leaned in too.

A sudden knock hits the door to the apartment, knocking you and Kon out a daze. You stare at each other for a second before you hear it "I need to see her, sorry" "Who are you?" noisy footsteps reach your door as you stand up to answer whoever visits someone at 8 in the morning. You swing open the door to find- Dick?

"hi" he says sheepishly, as if you'll scream at him for being in your presence, maybe a year ago, maybe a couple of months ago, but now you stare at him silently. "Is something wrong?" "yes and no, you kinda have to have the full story, anywa-" "is someone hurt?" "no-god no, I just came to say hi" you smile, confused at the older brother you've looked up to your whole life stumble over his words " you just did that" "well, by hi I mean like catch up with you. We haven't hung out in forever" "we never hung out in the first place," he looks at you as if you just spoke gibberish "well we can fix that!" he says with a determined look on his face "get changed, we're going!" "now?" "now!" you're laughing now, maybe because your hungover maybe because of how absurd this situation is but nonetheless it gets Dick's attention "What's what" "bro, I'm hungover and got a whole man in my room, the only way we're hanging out is if you calm down to realise that I look like I've been dragged through a hedge, here" you grab a piece of paper and a pen from inside your room being careful not to let Dick look inside, with his newfound attitude you doubt he'll like the fact that Tim's friend is on your bed trying to signal whether or not he should jump out of the window.

You write down your phone number and hand it to him. "I'm free friday, around 2pm" call me if you have to reschedule. "the-there's a man in there?" "no, your hallucinating this is all a dream, go home," You and Gwen succeeded in pushing Dick's catatonic state towards the door. "See you" you say before softly closing the door on his face.

You and Gwen share a look before Kon slowly exits your room. "Is he going to kill me?" "he'll have to go through me first" you say in mock seriousness you turn round to face him, "you got us breakfast?"

Yay it's finally done! Sorry it took so long, I had an english exam, then I overdosed in the hospital. But I'm okay now!!!!!

I'm leaning towards making the reader try and reconcile with the family, as someone who has had mental health problems I just wanna see my pookie happy </3. This might be the last chapter for now, just because I want to look into writing about other things, Still DC though don't worry. I might come back to this series but right now I'm happy with it.

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────── ⋆⋅☆ MARRIED LIFE WITH DEAN HEADCANONS

⭑.ᐟ so I lied…. Just got inspired so quickly wrote this! I’ll really be back tomorrow or Sunday but here’s a cute one<3 please interact and send requests if u have any!! (Here’s dad!dean headcanons, and dating Dean headcanons!)

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⭑.ᐟ He’s so touch starved like he’s never been touched before…. It’s like something’s different the moment your status changes because now he’s a husband and he wants to spoil you even more but he needs your touch EVERY TIME like he’s actually almost annoying in a cute way.

⭑.ᐟdean’s the type of guy who puts everyone above himself, he’ll never prioritize himself over the people he loves. So sometimes he’ll skip entire nights of sleeping so he can watch you, make sure you’re safe next to him, and just be on the verge of tears cuz he can’t believe how lucky he is. Impostor syndrome at its finest he feels like he doesn’t deserve you/this no matter how many times you tell him that he does.

⭑.ᐟ The moment you’ve settled down and promise each other to never go back to that hell of a life, deans never been happier. You’ll catch him cooking breakfast fully singing, dancing or whistling. He’s genuinely happy. His smile doesn’t feel forced, he wants to be here, with you, and you know he misses it sometimes but he’ll never go back because now he has you.

⭑.ᐟlong mornings tangled up in bed together, just the sound of your breathing, not talking, because you’re with each other and you don’t need to talk. You need to take the moment in, and that happens so often at some point that’s just what every morning looks like. Then he’ll cook breakfast, which he’s surprisingly great at, you’ll get ready together and get on with work etc.. whenever you’re together again at night, falling asleep will be the same. Silence, enjoying the moment together without even sleeping until eventually you doze off.

⭑.ᐟhe never falls asleep first. He always finds a way of knowing if you’re asleep or not, and when he gets confirmation he’ll either stay up all night looking out for you even if he doesn’t have to, or he’ll be at peace knowing you’re safe next to him, he’ll fall asleep. Even though he still gets nightmares most nights, they’re not as bad as they used to be because you’re here so he feels better, more grounded, safer.

⭑.ᐟmovie night every Friday, you never miss one. It’s just you and him, either the movie is in the background and you’re having a hot make out session, or you’re wrapped up together on the couch enjoying a shitty movie with snacks all around. Sometimes he’ll take you to dinner before or cook your favorite food. Or sometimes you’ll just go to the movies period. Maybe Dean will fall asleep, and you tease him about it all the time so he’d rather stay home with you.

⭑.ᐟ he sings in the shower… if you’re both in the shower together he’ll go full concert mode and it’s so hilarious that’s almost your favorite time of the day.

⭑.ᐟhe’s such a shit talker…. When he comes home from work he’ll gossip for hours if he has too many things to say, you’ll sit back and laugh in silence because he’s sooooooo annoyingly funny!

⭑.ᐟDean gets hotter with age, so do you. So the passion grows even hotter, day by day. He’s always been hot but his charisma and charm is just so unmatched. AHHHHHHHHHH

⭑.ᐟhe’s always loved making you feel good in bed. But ever since getting married, he’s more careful, softer but also rougher when he needs to be, or when you ask for it. He’ll just do whatever you ask of him. HOWEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hes lowkey a sub sometimes. He’ll whine, he’ll beg. YOU LOVE IT.

⭑.ᐟhe’s so worried all the time he’ll snap his fingers and you’ll be gone. He’s always worried too much about everything and anything, but with you he just doesn’t know why you’re still with him. You make him feel like the best husband ever but there’s still this bit of doubt in the back of his mind that worries you’ll leave. He knows that’s not you- but he’s scared if you don’t leave, you’ll be taken away from him because eventually everyone does in his life. Everyone leaves, or dies.

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Heart and Home

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky was unexpected, but you’re grateful for it. Because if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be surrounded by these misfits turned heroes that you and your daughter now call “family”.

Bucky was finishing breakfast when he receives a video call. He immediately smiles when he sees the caller ID is you and the contact photo is of you and your daughter, Emilia.

“Morning, baby.” He says with a smile as your face appears on screen.

You giggle, “Morn-“

“MORNING, BUCKYYY!” four-year old, Emilia shouts into the phone, as she practically grabs the phone from you.

Bucky chuckles, “Good morning, sweet Emmy.”

“Where you?”

“At the tower, baby, but I’m seeing you in a bit. Right?”

“Yeah!” Emmy takes a pause and then asks, “Where Auntie Lena?”

Yelena immediately shoots out of her chair and grabs Bucky’s phone, “Well hello there, my precious Emmy.”

“AUNTIE LENA!” Emmy screeches.

You wince at the volume of your daughter, “Emmy, inside voice, please.”

“Sorry, mommy,” she gives you a sheepish look and then looks back at the phone, “Auntie Lena, I pushed someone off the slide!”

You sigh and Bucky, offscreen says, “Excuse me?”

“Yeeaaah, when we were at the park yesterday, a boy was being mean to her and…well…yeah, she pushed him off the slide.”

Yelena shrugs, “As she should, she was defending herself.”

You groan, “Yelena, I’m trying to teach her that violence isn’t the answer!”

“Not very realistic because sometimes it is the answer when other people are trying to hurt you, yes?” Alexei says off-screen.

Bucky looks at the Red Guardian in disbelief, “Alexei, she’s four. Who the heck is gonna try to hurt her?”

Alexei points to the phone, “Didn’t she say a boy was being mean to her?”

Yelena rolls her eyes and asks Emmy, “Emmy, what do I always tell you about Alexei?”

“Never listen to him ‘cause he’s a dum dum.”

“Hey!”

John snickers, “She’s not wrong,” and Ava smirks.

Bucky plucks his phone back from Yelena, “I’ll come over after this.”

“Ooorrr, you guys can come here. Bob and I can watch Emmy while you and Y/N go out.” Yelena suggests and Bucky cocks a brow at her, “What? It’s been a while since Emmy’s been here.”

Bucky snorts and turns back to you on the phone, “How ‘bout it, baby? Wanna go on a date while Emmy hangs here?”

“As long as all weapons are put away properly this time.”

Everyone turns to Alexei and he looks up in confusion, “It doesn’t hurt to start them young!”

“She’s four!” John exclaims in disbelief.

Yelena, John, Ava, and Alexei all begin to bicker and Bucky distances himself from the dining table turned debate podium.

He slowly approaches Bob, who’s sitting in his recliner by the window, “Hey, man, is it okay if you and Yelena watch Emmy while Y/N and I go on a date today?”

Bob looks up from his book with a soft smile, “Yeah. I’d be happy to.” Bucky turns the phone to Bob to show Emmy and Bob smiles wider, “Hi, Emmy!”

“Hi Uncle Robby! Can we paint again?”

Bob chuckles, “Sure, honey. I’ll get everything ready. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

“YAY!”

Bucky turns the phone back to him and takes note of the soft look on your face, “What?”

“I’m so happy Emmy has you guys,” a grateful tone can be heard in your voice.

Your pregnancy with Emmy was very lonely. Your parents were gone and Emmy’s father didn’t want anything to do with her. You had a single mother’s support group, but they didn’t feel like family.

And then you met Bucky.

You’d run into him often on your morning walks with Emmy after she was born and you two got to talking. One thing led to another and now you’re in a serious relationship with him and you and Emmy both consider his team to be family.

It’s not just you and Emmy anymore and you’re grateful.

“We’re happy to have you too, sweetheart,” Bucky replies with fondness.

You found a home in Bucky and he found his heart in you and Emmy.

You two were perfect for each other.

“Mommy lessgo! I wanna see Auntie Lena!” Emmy tugs on your arm in excitement causing you and Bucky to laugh.

“Alright. Alright! Let’s get dressed!” You turn to Bucky, “See you in a bit. Love you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you Bucky!”

“I love you too, Emmy. See you soon.”

“Byyyeeee!!” Emmy says with a wave and then you end the call.

Bucky pockets his phone and then looks back at the team, “All weapons away NOW. Locked up and hidden away. And absolutely NO shooting practice.” He looks at Alexei and then Yelena, pointing his metal finger at her, “And no fight training.”

Yelena scoffs, “Fine.”

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hiii can u pls make a kimi fic that has angst and fluff??? u can make the story☺️☺️☺️🩷🩷 tyyy

sacrifices- k.antonelli

꩜summary: everyone has to make sacrifices...

꩜pairing: andrea kimi antonelli x fem! reader

“We need your full focus, Kimi,” Toto sighed. “You have a chance this year. You need to capitalise.” 

The way he said it sent off alarm bells in his head, and he gulped. There was something about the way Toto was looking at him, that silent sympathy but tough love he was used to. Last minute light night meetings were reserved for real problems, and it wasn’t like Kimi was underperforming. He had won a race already. He was qualifying well. He was on the podium constantly. There was a certain silence in the motorhome that always made him uneasy, and it sure as hell wasn’t helping the way this conversation made him feel. 

“I plan on,” he shrugged. “And the team is my full focus.” 

Toto sighed. “You don’t understand what I’m asking, do you?” he looked down, exasperated, as Kimi shook his head. “Y/n. You won't… I’ve talked to Y/n.” 

That was all kinds of fucked. Kimi’s jaw dropped, his brain bringing him to his feet before he could think about what he was doing, who he was threatening, or what this all meant. The air in the room vanished, replaced only by a thick tension, one Kimi would only add to. His whole body went cold. “You do not get to meddle in my life!” he shouted, crossing the table and getting right up into Toto’s face, a pointed finger at his chest, hitting it, hard. “I have a girlfriend who is nothing but supportive of me and what I do, what I give to this team, even though it takes away from her! And I know you like to pretend I’m your son because it makes you feel better about the fact that your actual sons barely speak to you, but you’re not my dad,” his chest was heaving, head burning with anger, and he scoffed. “Fuck you.” 

Toto took a deep breath, shocked at his outburst. Stupidly, he thought this was going to be easy. He thought Kimi would do what he asked blindly. He was wrong. “We all have to make sacrifices-” 

“I will not sacrifice her,” he demanded, his voice cutting through the Austrian’s. “Not more than I already have to.” 

And he turned and left. He couldn’t do this right now, not when he just got you back from an argument about something stupid he did. He was working hard everyday to make you feel how much he cares about you, how much he loves you, despite the thousands of miles of distance. He dialled your number, terrified that Toto had gotten to you before him, and fucked up any chance he had of reconciliation. 

“Kimi?” You sighed. “What?”

“Please don’t tell me-”

“Toto talked to me,” you sighed. “Is that what you want?”

“NO!” he practically screamed down the phone. “God no!”

You let out another teary sigh. “Kimi, if it’s what you want I’ll understand,” you sniffled. “You’re busy now, you’re a famous F1 driver, you don’t have to just keep me around because you feel bad-”

“Baby please,” he begged. “Just please don’t. I love you, I have always loved you. I’m not giving you up just because Toto asked me to,” he shook his head, his feet working as fast as they could to get to his room before he had a breakdown. “Just- please don’t leave me.” 

You were quiet. “We can talk about this when you get home, alright?”

The silence was deafening when you hung up the phone and his mind raced as he sat in his driver’s room, his life falling apart. 

“Ready for quali?” a knock at the door signalled his time for leaving all of this shit in his driver’s room and making sure it didn’t touch his helmet. He wasn’t sure if he could. 

The dim light of the setting sun made the perfect backdrop for your quiet evening alone. You usually liked evenings like this, just you and your dinner, finishing up some college work, making yourself dinner, and calling Kimi. Little candles all over your apartment, a cosy blanket and couch, maybe the cat from next door would come in through the balcony and lie down beside you where Kimi usually sat. 

Except, that evening there was no calling Kimi. And the apartment felt much too cold. You couldn’t unhear Toto’s points about how Kimi performed better when you were there, because he had less to work about and juggle, but you couldn’t always be there. You had your own life and friends, your own family to take care of, your school and your work. You couldn’t drop it all just to follow Kimi around the globe. You adored him, but come on, that’s a huge ask from someone. And then Toto suggested breaking up and your heart just… broke. 

But if that’s what it has to be, then so be it. 

The door opened. “Y/n?” His voice was clearly tired but determined. You turned your eyes to the door, a puff of smoke leaving your mouth as your eyes found his. He hurried over to you and took the cigarette out of your hand before stomping on it, mumbling something about ‘Peccato per te. Giving me heart attacks’.

It was a bad habit you'd picked up from some of your college friends, but you'd gotten it down to only doing it when you were really stressed. You thought this situation more than applied to that.

You sat on the couch as he closed the sliding door of your apartment balcony and sighed. “Congrats on the weekend. Pole and podium are huge.” 

He sat down beside you, sighing. “It was… alright, I guess. Didn’t feel as good with you not there,” he turned his head with a small smile and saw the way you dropped at his words. He cleared his throat, not knowing what to say in the prolonged silence. 

“I think Toto’s right,” you practically whispered. “You don’t need me coming in and giving you more stress.”

He shook his head, taking your hands. “No, si sbaglia. You’re everything to me-”

“I shouldn’t be. Racing should, Kimi,” you sighed, dropping his hand. “Let’s face the facts, you’re going places in that sport, you’re going to be a household name. You don’t need me fucking up your first season just becasse-”

“You’re not fucking anything up,” he shook his head, calmer than you’d even seen him during a fight. “And I don’t care what Toto says, I love you, and I’m not giving that up. Fine della storia,” he shook his head and took your hands again, bringing them to his mouth to kiss them. “You’re brilliantly smart,” one kiss. “And stubborn,” another. “And everything I want. I’m not giving you up because Toto doesn’t understand me.”

You were quiet for a long moment. He was so sure. So soft with you. There was something in his voice that almost made you believe him. So you nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he questioned, making sure. 

You turned your head and nodded. “Okay.” 

He leaned in and kissed you, and it felt right. But that growing pit in your stomach made you feel sick, and you didn’t know how long you could act like everything was fine. 

Toto had begged you to break up with him. 

You were considering it, for his own good.

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 2,708

Summary: Caleb is obsessed with his precious camgirl.

Stalker!Caleb/Camgirl!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I kiss you?” he asks sweetly.

“I’d like that…”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” you ask frazzled.

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

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

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

“This isn’t a game. For your safety—”

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

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

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

iluv2cum: Who is that?? 👀

ForDaFanss: Is this a surprise collab?

here4fun: Omg, is this your boyfriend?

Go0nCr3w: SURPRISE LIVE!?!!?

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

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

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

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

You gasp. “Holy fuck…You’re big...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is mine,” he whispers, running his thumb down your lips and smearing his spend. He grasps his cock that’s still half hard, using the tip to rub it all around like he’s staking his claim.

“Fuckk..” he says deeply as some of it leaks to the floor. “If she didn’t know it before, she knows now. And so do all of you.”

He abruptly ends the stream, leaving everyone wet, hard, aching, and confused.

“I meant what I said.” You jolt and cry at the overstimulation when he puts his cock right back inside of your raw and sensitive pussy.

“You and I own each other. Thank you letting me in. Because now,” he leans down and kisses your shoulder.

“You’re never getting rid of me.”

[vakuzz]

shes gorgeous PLEASE COME HOME

Eternal Sugar but she hitting the Aphrodite poses from the Hades games

She's just borrowing Holly's shield for this dw guys

[lover-of-mine]

Here are all the callbacks buddie in 817 had to previous scenes I have found so far.

First off, obviously the grocery store fight in 306.

The scene also calls back to the fight before Shannon leaves in 315. The way it was filmed calls back to the breakup with Ana in 503.

It also calls back to the other 2 fights Buck and Eddie had, gym scene in 201, and the 809 one, because Eddie in black and the angles.

Color-wise, Buck's orange is similar to the one Shannon is wearing when she comes back in 207 ("what did you need that I didn't give you" "you") and Shannon and Eddie are in orange and black in 213.

Buck himself is wearing a similar shade of orange when he starts the lawsuit in 304, when he stops the car that fixes the lawsuit in 306, when he finds out about Daniel in 404, when he talks to Chris in 701. He's in a brighter version of it when he tells Maddie and Chim about therapy in 403.

There's the actual dialogue of Eddie calling back to his breakdown. That's the description of what happened to Eddie in 513.

Waking up in the middle of the night, to that news. Sitting alone in the dark. Trying to keep it together so I don't scare the crap out of my kid.

Eddie walking in has similar visual cues to Eddie walking in after his therapy session in 514, from different angles.

The kitchen of it all calls back to Buck asking about Kim in 709, Buck finding out about Texas in 808, the talk in 612 if we decide to push it a little lol, granted the kitchen was a lot colder in 817 that we've ever seen it before.

Buck finding the note, obviously calls back to Shannon leaving. (Couch theory, you will forever be famous).

Buck is in that forest green we nicknamed the breakup green (even though the green is mostly about Buck being misguided in his own feelings, this is more about Buck jumping to conclusions, meta on the green here, please see the full picture of the use of green with Buck because it's fascinating), so call back that feeling.

I'm gonna treat Buck's shirt as both grey and blue because it looks bluer in some bits of the scene and greyer in others, just go with it for the sake of this exercise.

Most importantly, this scene calls back to the post-tsunami talk.

Inverted colors, but the same feeling, Eddie is using Chris to snap Buck out of it. This is a mirror if we count Buck's shirt as blue.

But if we count his shirt as grey, this is the mirror, 612. Both moments where Eddie is offering Buck something Buck doesn't know how to ask for.

The Chris of it all also calls back to 301, when Eddie storms into the loft to leave Chris with him. Eddie already being in the house also calls back to this.

If we count Buck's shirt as grey, we are calling back to the moments Buck is casually parenting Chris, like in 408 when Chris runs to the loft and when they are making the cookies in 613.

The scene as a whole calls back to after the earthquake, this one more if we count the shirt as blue, after the tsunami, after the shooting, but inverted, since Eddie is the one watching Chris with Buck this time.

The whole thing also calls back to 408 with Eddie coming home from the date with Ana (construction on sunset, baby), color-wise too since Eddie is that rust type color in both scenes.

Buck teasing Eddie about ordering pizza made me think of 707 after Buck burns the lasagna and the "20 Buck's for pizza" in 303, but that's a me thing.

Buck offering to cook in an ambiguous blueish-grey shirt calls back to Buck making them dinner in 601. (Couch theory conversation, anyone?)

Buck walking in visually calls back to the fight in 809. Eddie is leaning against the wall Buck wanted to tear down.

The Pepa of it all calls back to 204, with Buck watching Eddie and Chris and the actual conversation about "our Eddie". The conversation then evolves to something that reminds me of the conversation buddie had in 612. Eddie matches the couch.

Buck watching Eddie and Chris visually calls back to quite a few scenes. The facetime call with Chris and the Texas talk in 808 and Buck settling in in 811.

It also calls back to Eddie watching Buck and Chris on the couch in 612 and 615, and Eddie moving around them as they play in 403.

Now for the ones I'm less confident on, it's the wrong shades, but Chris leaving is Buck is in blue and Eddie is red.

And the groceries of it all made me think about 604 when Chris is helping Eddie with the groceries and they get the call that Chris has been lying about the science club. Mostly because Chris is holding the same brand of cereal that Buck is putting away.

I think this is all, I will come back if my brain gives me more.

As always, if you read this I love you 💜

[angelqueef]

mmmfgggh can’t stop thinking about yandere!price babying the fuck out of you

cw: drugging, hand feeding, stalking if you squint, daddy kink, coddling, infantilzation (kinda) oral f!receiving, lotsa pet names, somno, cnc, spit mention, john is creepy and sickeningly sweet, creampie, cockwarming, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, not proofread

he’s just so doting, an almost smothering cloud of sweetness. he loves taking care of you. you’re his baby and he never fails to remind you at every chance he gets.

before he swallows you whole and keeps you on his hip at all times, he lets you go out on your own (ofc he has your location). you come home to him, particularly tired from running errands.

you drag your legs to the kitchen, your nose doing most of the work to bring you when you smell your favorite meal simmering on the stove. and there he is, your big bear of a man stirring the pot, like he doesn’t know you’re right behind him.

he turns to you, all crinkly eyed and smiling, “welcome home, angel,” he walks to you, arms wide as he takes your belongings from your hands and puts them on the bar chair. he swaddles you in his big arms.

“mm. hi,”

he takes a good look at your pretty face, bringing a hand to squeeze your cheeks and turn your head back and forth, inspecting. “what’s wrong with my baby, hm?”

he tilts down and leaves the softest and gentlest of kisses ln your squished, pouted lips. you almost don’t feel it. you whine, wanting more.

“‘m so tired. don’ know why. was only gone for a couple hours,” you lean into him and he digs his fingertips in your hair to massage your scalp.

“you’re just not used to going out without me there to help. had to make so many big decisions on your own, didn’t you?” he tuts and coos, his gruff voice only this cottony around you.

of course your tired. you hadn’t noticed john grind half of a sleeping pill up and slip it in your afternoon tea. not enough to knock you out, but enough to make you drowsy.

you nod into his chest, melting against him. for some reason, your eyes well with tears. your heart aches, you thought you had fared fine on your own until you came home. maybe you really did need him there. you wanted to do something on your own for once, have some you time. but it’s hard to feel under control when he’s not there towering over you, palm on the small of your back to guide you.

he hears you sniff, “shh, shhh. i know, honey,” and suddenly, you’re lifted up and brought to the couch. he wraps a blanket around you.

“be right back. dinner’s ready, you need food in your belly.”

your hand hesitantly leaves his, “m’kay.”

in a flash he comes back with a steaming bowl and a mug in hand.

“made your favorite. and i heated up some honey milk. it’ll relax you,” he places them on the coffee table, bringing your legs into his lap.

“thank you,” your lips wobble.

“you’re welcome, girlie. come on, sit up. time to eat.”

with all your strength you sit upright and reach for the bowl. john’s hand halts you, grabbing your wrist firmly, “no, no. i’m feeding you. my sweet little girl can’t do it on her own right now.”

“what? j-john, it’s really okay. i ca-“

“open.”

you follow his command without question. shocking yourself at your automatic obedience. humiliation runs hot through you and your cheeks warm at the fact he’s treating you like a child.

he blows on your bite of food and pushes it into your mouth. he hums, pleased.

“atta girl. that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

you chew, the flavors melting on your tastebuds and the food breaking tenderly against your teeth. your eyes are close and you shake your head. after that bite he could do whatever he wants.

“good, hm?” he smiles, bringing the mug of sweet milk to your lips after you swallow your bite. you sip and he jerks the cup up slightly (an accident, he swears), causing milk to dribble on your chin and the sides of your mouth. a lewd sight for him.

“oops. sorry, angel,” he licks and kisses the liquid from your face, a little too rough. you wince.

“my messy girl.”

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in bed it’s even worse. he’s leaving warm, tender kisses up the whole length of your body, admiring you. you’re on the edge of sleep. his beard tickles and make you squirm. you reach for him.

“y’feeling needy?” he brings himself up to your face so he’s hovering over you, studying your expression with those pacific blue eyes, “silly thing. this tired but you still need your daddy.”

your drowsy eyes snap open at the name, he’d never referred to himself as that before. you don’t know what to say. he huffs a laugh at your bewilderment.

he dips down, light kisses turning wet and hot as he makes his way up your neck. he suckles on your earlobe. “that’s right, angel. i’m your daddy, aren’t i?”

that one move alone makes you a puddle in his hands. you’d never called anyone daddy before, not even your own father, but john doesn’t give you a chance to protest when he’s staring intensely into your eyes, wordlessly demanding an answer. his fingers trace oh so lightly down your side, making you whine and shiver.

arousal and fear shoot through you, “yes, you’re my…d-daddy.”

“good girl. did such a good job. i know it’s new. but daddy’s gonna take care of you, understand?”

you nod, “please, want you.”

“and where do you want me, sweet thing?”

you squeak, covering your face with your hands. asking for what you want is still so hard for you.

john nips the skin on the back of your hand, breath fanning, “c’mon. look at me and use your words.”

you slowly take your hands down and look at him with drowsy eyes. tears of embarrassment well up.

“want you..in my pussy, please..”

john groans and kisses between your eyebrows, “knew you could do it. such a brave baby.”

he spreads your legs and dives down to nose at your clothed cunt, wetness darkening the fabric.

“look at you, so wet for me. i’ve barely done anything, angel,” he licks and sucks the fabric, reveling in your taste.

you moan and twitch at his ministrations, breath hitching when he pulls your panties off to suck on your slit, tongue pushing inside you.

your mind is foggy and all you can think about is john, john, john. you gasp and dig your hands through his cropped hair, “f-fuck, feels s’good,”

“language,” he commands, spanking your inner thigh.

you squeak, “m’sorry, sorry, daddy,”

“sweet girl,” he licks, “so apologetic,” he sucks, “s’okay. you just don’t know any better, do you?” he spits on your folds.

you’re an absolute mess, his condescending tone makes you arch up against his mouth, mustache and nose rubbing your swollen clit.

“yeah, ride my face, there you go.”

he stills and lets your sleepy body do the work. you feel your orgasm building, white and hot in your belly.

“gonna c-,” you whine.

john interrupts you, eager. “yeah? you almost there? go ahead, cum on me angel, let this pretty cunt make a mess f’me,” he shoves his fingers in you with a quickness, palming himself through his slacks. he too might cum at the sight of you.

you gasp and sob and moan, shaking against him. he pumps his fingers in and out of you, riding out your orgasm.

you sink back into the bed, panting.

“fuck, baby, y’did so good. gonna keep you,” he leans up and kisses you deeply, tongue shoving in your mouth. you taste yourself on him.

“you want that? want me to keep you? take care of you forever?”

you’re in a daze and you don’t really know what he means, but his saccharine tone makes whatever he’s saying sounds delicious. so you nod furiously before slumber takes you, shallow breaths turning deep and slow.

he takes his fingers out of your sensitive cunt.

“poor girl,” he nibbles at your neck and collarbone, sweet tone shifting, “gonna fuck you now, okay? i’ll be gentle, you won’t even notice.”

you don’t respond of course, your jaw is already slack and drool pools on the pillow. he collects it on the pad of his fingers and shoves it back into your mouth, you suck instinctively, even in sleep.

“fuck, keep sucking, there you go. you’re so beautiful,” he keeps his fingers in your mouth like a pacifier as he grabs his stiff cock from the fabric of his underwear, shuddering at the cool air hitting his tip.

he lines himself up with your entrance, dragging the tip up and down your wet folds, pressing against your clit. you let out a sleepy squeak.

he shushes you, “it’s just me, sweetheart,” he finally pushes inside you, his promise of being gentle leaving his mind as your gummy walls swallow him in.

he fucks you hard, pumping in and out, making your tits bounce. he loves it, eyes rolling back as he lets go inside you right then and there.

he pulls out to watch his spend spill out of you, just to collect it with his tip and shove it back in. he turns you on your side and plops next to you, cock buried inside you.

you wake up ten hours later to him sleepily rutting into you. your whole body aches. you don’t remember having sex last night.

“good morning, angel. sleep well?”

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uggghhhb i need him.

[babydoll372]

Letting Go

Pairings: Sevika x reader

Word count: 1434

Warnings: angst, arguing, fears, Sevika being vulnerable, breakdowns

Sevika grunted as she closed the door behind her, the creeks of the old wall alerting you of her arrival. She was instantly met with you, but not your usual hug and kiss with a large grin, ranting on before begging to hear about her day. No, you looked angry. Your arms were folded over her chest and you gave her a stern look that somehow made her feel smaller than you, yet she towered over you by at least a foot.

“What did I do?” She asked with a sigh, looking down at the ground as she removed her boots while you scoffed.

“What didn’t you do? You’ve been working at least twelve hours a day, first off, and when you come home you don’t even greet me before you go to bed because you’re too exhausted! Do you realize your girlfriend exists too or does your world just revolve around you, Sevika?! I am tired of just cleaning up after your dirty boots, dirty plates, dirty everything! I’m not your fucking maid, I’m your partner - so act like it!” Your voice slowly raised the further you went on, and she kept her head down which only aggravated you more. The only time she lifted it was when you finished, and she looked slightly guilty yet also annoyed.

“Alright, I get it-“

“No, you don’t get away with that! I deserve to see my girlfriend and I deserve to not clean, clean, clean all day!”

“I know! Just calm down, okay?” You scoffed again, your hands falling to your hips now as you were ready to yell again but instead glanced at her boots.

“Put those back on…now, please, Sevika.” Your stern voice made her comply and she did, and she moved forward with your instruction, watching how dirt fell to the floor with almost every move. Some were drier and required sweeping, some were more sticky and wet, requiring a deep mopping.

“Okay, I get your point-“

“Oh, I’m not done. Take them back off.” You demanded while heading into the kitchen and grabbing a plate full of her dinner that had been sitting cold.

“Wow, would you look at that - yet to be touched and it’s 10:00 PM!” You pushed it against her chest, not painfully, but with a light shove and she grabbed it with one hand. “Why don’t you finish that one up and leave it for me to clean in the morning, yeah? Right, because that’s what happens every fucking night, every fucking morning too!”

She stood there in shame, her shoulders low in defeat as she fiddled with the plate in her hands, listening to how horrible she was. She wasn’t a scared woman, she wasn’t afraid to beat or even kill anyone who spoke to her like this normally. But you were an important vessel in her life, she wanted to make you proud and happy, she couldn’t dream of hurting you. She was vulnerable for the first time with you.

When you lifted your hand with only the intent to point, she flinched. Her body moved back in fear. You instantly paused your sentence, your voice lulling to a stop as your eyebrows furrowed.

“Sevika…?” When you stepped forward she backed up, slowly raising her head to look at you and your face softened when you saw her saddened, sulking face. For just a moment, she was a child again, abused and desperate for approval from the ones she loved.

“Baby, I’m so sor-“ Before you could finish, she was outside, the door slamming shut behind her and you couldn’t even catch the door to go after her. You rubbed your temples tensely, taking a few deep breaths before grabbing the keys and rushing out of the house. You watched over both shoulders as you walked through the undercity, clutching your items closely. You knew where she’d be, and a little bit later you blew a breath of relief as you entered the bar, your hair slightly wet while you removed your hood. She sat in the back, other people handing her their money after losing to her. She had a cigar between her lips and her face was stoic and determined. The bartender nodded to you, Sevika was known commonly which meant you were too. You walked up to her and she glanced up at you, not giving you that sweet, tender look beneath her eyes that only you could detect, all you could sense was fear and humiliation. She glared at the man sitting in a chair closest to her and forced him to get up, moving the chair closer to her side and nodding to it.

You took the seat and kept your eyes on her until she finished the game, taking her last bit of change and standing up momentarily, looking down at you as if you were meant to know what to do. You stood like her, following her outside of the bar and before she could light her second cigar in the time you’ve seen her, you grabbed her hand and pulled her aside into the alleyway.

“Sev, I’m sorry for flipping out on you, I really am..I’m just tired of feeling like I’m doing everything alone and I’m tired of missing you. But I need you to know that I would never hurt you, okay? I will never lay a finger on this beautiful body, I will never even dream of it.” You assured, your hands gently resting on her hips as she looked around hesitantly, but you placed two fingers on her chin to direct her vision back to you. “Please look at me, baby…I really need you to believe me.” She whimpered quietly, her facade faltering into your hold.

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, Y/N.” She quietly spoke, her voice low and her throat tight. She hollowed her cheeks in order to hold in her emotions, which were easy to let loose around you. Her eyes had tears soaking them, yet not one dripped down.

“No, no, you didn’t disappoint me at all! I-…I shouldn’t have been so angry, I should’ve been calmer a-and…I don’t know, but I shouldn’t have done what I did. Can we please talk this out at home?” She nodded after a moment, and the two of you walked home in silence until she opened the door for you, quickly wiping her shoes off before entering and then removing them once she got inside. You smiled in appreciation but also worry that she would be too scared to mess up the routine from now on.

“Thank you for taking those off, I really appreciate your efforts, you know.”

It wasn’t long before you were lying in bed, your back rested against the headboard as Sevika’s head was in your lap, your hand running through her hair. She was tense, unsure of how to let herself truly open up, but you were getting there.

“You can let it out, Sev, it’s only me here…” Sevika let out a soft cry, clasping onto your pants and burying her face between your legs, trying to silence herself. She was still on guard while your nails ran down her back in a gentle scratching motion.

“I’m sorry, I- I just don’t want to lose you. You’re the only thing holding me together, Y/N.” She weakly confessed, making your heart feel as though it was shattering.

“You’re not losing me, baby, I can’t stand the thought of ever leaving you.” She shook violently, shaking her head constantly. She couldn’t convince herself that you would be willing to stay with her, especially when she was so open like this.

“I- I don’t mean to cry- please don’t look at me.” You gently lifted her face in your soft palms and ran your thumb across her cheeks, collecting the tears that gathered there and forcing her to stare into your eyes.

“I am looking at you and I am not judging you…I see you, and I love you.” You kissed her lips, making her mewl softly as her hands wrapped around your waist now.

“You’re the only person I’ll ever love a-and trust…please don’t let me go.” You shook your head, ready to spend the rest of the night doing this if it meant your girlfriend felt the love she deserved and silently ached for. She was terrifying to the world, a villain even. But to you, she was just a little girl mistreated and forced into a world of cruelty, finally opening her shell after so many years old of holding it together tightly.

[revelboo]

Can I have my Steve... I will sacrifice a Lamb, or whatever creature of your choosing

Sure!

Coin Operated Boy Pt 9

Steve x Reader

• They’re surprisingly domestic for giant aliens. Not only driving you to the grocery store without complaining, but immediately asking if there’s anywhere else you need to go. So eager to please he’s almost overwhelming in his attention. Making you almost positive Steve and his brothers don’t get a lot of praise normally. Or at all.

• Heading back to your home, it occurs to him that he doesn’t have to take you back. There are other humans on the Nemesis. Some of the officers keep humans. Even Megatron has one, but as soon as the thought occurs to him, he dismisses it. Doubts you’d appreciate being taken from your home and what if something happened to him and you were stranded on the Nemesis? It’s not like Vehicon lives are worth much. “You’re awfully quiet,” you say, startling him from his thoughts. “Is it weird? Having someone inside you or do you even notice I’m here?”

• Because it has to be weird. He has a person sitting inside him. “It’s weird,” he confirms, his voice disconcertingly coming from everywhere around you. “I can you feel you moving around. Touching me.” And now it’s weird for you, too. Face reddening, you put your hands in your lap trying to at least touch as little as possible.

• “Sorry,” you mumble, subtly changing color as your head turns to look out his passenger side window. “You could have told me to stop pawing you,” you add. Did he offend you? Didn’t mean to. Isn’t very good at this and he’s struggling to say what he wants when speaking up usually results in punishment. In pain. Sometimes in being thrown out of the Nemesis. But he likes the feel of you cradled in his seat, your warmth soaking into him. Can feel your heart beating, the rhythm so soothing he could curl up with it and recharge. It’s a safe feeling he’s wholly unused to.

• “I like when you touch me. Your hands are soft.” And it just went from weird to uncomfortable. Were you accidentally feeling him up? What all did you touch? He’s a giant, transforming alien robot. Know you’re probably just projecting, but now you can’t stop wondering if you groped him without realizing. “Gentle,” he adds, tone almost reverent like gentle is a luxury he’s not used to. Making you wonder about wherever it is he comes from as you try your hardest to not touch anything else.

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