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vagabond-umlaut · 8 months

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affaire de cœur

Plucking one's heart from their chest and devouring it is all 'affairs of the heart' meant to the King of Curses— until his Queen walked onto the stage of his life, that is.

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; comprises of elements inspired by the tale of 'hades and persephone'; gallons of domestic fluff between sukuna and reader; hints of spicy times; no warnings except sukuna is very much sukuna here but you too are there, so he's sort of a better sukuna... [not loads better, though]

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"Repeat those words after me, my lord."

"No."

The pouty face you vault his way from the other end of the bathhouse makes Sukuna huff an annoyed sigh. Few monsoons back, you would never even see him in the eye, gaze trained on his feet – until he lifted your chin up; even then you would shyly avert your gaze — yet, now?

Now, you show the boldness to wear such a pathetic expression while making such an imbecilic request– nay, demand of him– locking your gaze with his the entirety of the time, no less.

Another sigh finds its route past his lips. Watching the way those sin-filled lips of yours twitch in a tiny smile before dipping into a pout, he groans.

"Alright. Fine," Sukuna grumbles, resting his two arms on the edge of the tub while the other two move to card through his damp hair, "Will you ever leave me for another, woman?"

Your eyebrows rise for a beat, the second the question you chomped his ears off earlier for, leaves his mouth. Your lover rolls his eyes, loud scoffs erupting from him at the utter inanity of the whole situation at hand — you, not beside by him, but beside those damned towels and bath soaps; him, not soaking in the warmth of your flesh but of these bath waters; the humid bathhouse not resonating with the sounds of your whines but with the remnants of a query, whose answer he does not care the least for, for no matter what you say or do, he will not—

"Yes, I will."

Your clear voice scatters his thoughts away, akin a strong wind and a handful of chaff. Sukuna freezes, every crimson eye of his fixed upon your approaching figure– your soft footfalls, your yellow yukata, your simple hairdo, your angelic smile...

Your husband takes a while too long before discovering his lost voice, eyes narrowed, throat tight and chest heavy as he asks you, "You will leave me, pet?"

"Uh-huh, I sure will," you hum in response, sitting on the stool next to the tub and moistening a towel. Sukuna moves to grasp your wrist in his palm but pauses when he catches you switch your attention from the towel to him, a terrifying emotion brimming in your tender gaze.

You draw in a tiny breath before speaking, voice now a mere whisper.

"Show me someone who is the most feared creature to ever exist, yet is a sulking mess if he isn't being cuddled in bed till noon every single day; someone who detests humans like I detest carrots, yet visits the monthly market in secret, to get gifts for his close one; someone who everyone's told me is the worst, yet goes on to prove, again and again and again, how he's the absolute best in this world—"

You stop suddenly.

Chest growing heavy from an entirely different reason now, your lover drinks in the manner your smile widens, your fragile fingers letting go of the cloth to trace those markings on his skin instead – you resume.

"Show me someone whose embraces feel the safest place in all the three realms, and I swear, my king, I'll leave you and run to his arms without thinking twice."

For the first time in his millennium of existence, the two-faced curse feels the same distress of being paralysed, as his mere mien induces in the muscles of his miserable victims— except, it isn't the fear of an end to his life which is causing this abhorrent weakness to him unlike those worthless mortals— no.

It is the fear of the unknown, of the uncharted, which is rendering his powerful self so, so powerless before your blinding brilliance. Sukuna thinks death might be an easier journey to undertake than these odd realisations your voice and touch elicit in him always.

These days, more so.

This moment, very much so.

The addicting timbre of your voice rouses him from his musings, the second time that night.

"Is every–"

"Is that supposed to be a love confession?" Your husband cuts you off before you can finish your question. You slowly blink at him once then twice, before leaning backwards and picking up the forgotten cloth, a visibly coy giggle bubbling out you as you return to washing his skin.

"Yes," you agree after a beat, gaze darting to his face before skittering away again, "That is supposed to be a love confession for my beloved king; though I wonder what my lord thinks of it. Was it heart-touching as I intended to make it? Or did it sound too tedious to him?"

The addressed being deliberately makes a big show of rolling each of his four eyes at your query. "Neither," he says, curling his lip in a show of vexation before they lift a little at the lower lip you jut out, "And you should count yourself to be lucky that you're my wife, not a worthless mortal, pet. For if you were not my wife–"

"– you would've sliced me into halves without a moment's hesitation," you finish the rest of the sentences for him with a fond shake of your head. "Trust me, my king, I know you. I do, I rea– Sukuna!!!"

The startled shriek of his name— not my lord or my king but Sukuna —parts the curse's lips in a smirk, which widens on noticing the warm water slowly seeping into your clothes, making them translucent; and you staring up at him with a disbelieving look etched onto your pretty face.

Sukuna allows his smirk to melt away into a genuine smile, for once.

Nestling your drenched form closer to himself, he closes his eyes to rest his forehead on your shoulder, palms holding you as if you were not a member of the race he lives for the sake of tormenting, but an invaluable blessing, beings he has never believed in, sent earthward for his damned self.

Which is true, the curse reckons. You indeed are a blessing he knows he doesn't deserve – yet will keep for and with himself for an eternity and some more.

Pressing you closer to himself, your husband lifts his head to plant a kiss to your forehead, followed by your warm cheeks — hoping you'll understand the meaning behind every reverent contact he's marking your form with now.

After all, you know him really well, don't you?

[You do— which is only why you reciprocate every brush of his sharp canine over your skin, with a brush of your soft palm over the wicked, handsome, wickedly handsome visage of the love of your life.]

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writingworlds · 3 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄 (𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐)

Pairing(s): Charles Leclerc x Porsche!reader

Summary: The Porsche Princess, that nickname has followed Y/N around since birth. And who better for a princess than a prince?

Warning(s): shitty Google translate and potential racing inaccuracies

Author’s Note: I truly didn’t expect that much love on the first part of Prestige, especially because it was my first time really doing a social media au 🥹🥹. Here’s the second part and I hope you all enjoy 🫶🫶🫶

Please let me know if you want to be tagged and I do hope I got everyone who asked last time 😊😊

porscheagracing

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porscheagracing Preseason testing ☑️

Up next: the Bahrain Grand Prix

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Charles Leclerc

Your car looked fast out there today

Y/N Porsche

I’m sorry who is this 😅

Charles Leclerc

Arthur gave me your number

I hope that’s okay…

Y/N Porsche

Oh!!! Hi Charles 😊

It’s completely okay, I was just taken by surprise is all 😅

As for the car…I can’t say cause I wasn’t there but I do hope it was fast

Charles Leclerc

It looked good!!

Ferrari will have a competitor in Porsche that’s for sure

Y/N Porsche

I mean we can’t have Red Bull winning everything again this year can we 😉

Charles Leclerc

I keep telling Max he should give someone else a turn 😂

Y/N Porsche

He should, and that someone will be us

Charles Leclerc

Don’t get too ahead of yourself

This is still just your first year on the grid and well Ferrari is still the best

Y/N Porsche

Whatever you say “il predestinato” cause Porsche will be winning a race before Ferrari this year

Charles Leclerc

Is that a bet?

Y/N Porsche

It could be

Charles Leclerc

Oh you’re on

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yn_porsche let the games begin 😉

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charles_leclerc are you ready for it?

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yn_porsche 😁

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Mila Bolinsky

Y/N WHY DO YOU AND CHARLES LECLERC HAVE MATCHING CAPTIONS

Y/N Porsche

Girl chill 😭😭

Mila Bolinsky

I WILL NOT CHILL TILL I GET AN ANSWER

Y/N Porsche

We just made a bet 🤷‍♀️

Mila Bolinsky

A BET??

YOU DONT JUST MAKE A BET WITH CHARLES LECLERC

NOW COME ON

TALK

Y/N Porsche

All I said was that Porsche was going to win a race before Ferrari this year and Charles disagreed

So we made a bet

Mila Bolinsky

WITH WHAT CONDITIONS

Y/N Porsche

If I win (and I will) Charles has to publicly announce on every social media account that he is actually French and must change his profile picture to the French flag

If he wins I must forgo my status as the “Porsche Princess” and go to a Grand Prix in Ferrari gear and go out to dinner with him

That’s all 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Mila Bolinsky

I-

I have no words

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f1 And with that masterclass of a drive mick_schumacher wins the first race of the 2025 season AND the first race for porscheagracing

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inuyashaluver · 5 months

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would you ever write a jessie fleming x reader fic??? love ur work you carry woso tumblr

something more - jessie fleming

jessie fleming x reader

description: in which you’ve always wanted more out of your friendship with jessie, but maybe she’s willing to give that to you

warnings: kinda lonnggg

a/n: hiya! thanks for the request, also that’s the nicest thing ever, i did tear up at that literally thank you so much, the woso tumblr writers are truly phenomenal, enjoy!❤️

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you and your best friend, jessie fleming met during a friendly match between your national teams, canada and england. when you saw her for the first time, you have to admit, you thought she was beautiful. you were both midfielders, marking each other the whole game, you couldn’t help but flush a little red when she placed a hand on your lower back when you had the ball. good thing the air was cold.

england had won, you walked around to shake the hands of the canadian players when you felt a hand on your shoulder. “hey, (y/n) right?” you turn and face none other than jessie, your mouth slightly hangs open as she gives you a shy smile. “uh yeah! nice to meet you” she extends her hand for a handshake and you return it, her hands were so soft, you were star struck.

“well (y/n), good game, i hope to see you around” her smile never drops, her face is slightly red, she must be cold (nope). “yeah, you too, jessie” you smile at her and she waves goodbye at you. you watch her leave, her teammates teasing and shoving her. you tilt your head to the side, what was that reaction?

you turn to see majority of your team smiling at you, “what” you say, “nothing, nothing” leah says with a smirk, “alright girls, let’s get out of here” she comes up to you, putting a hand over her mouth as she whispers in your ear, “those pink cheeks aren’t fooling anyone, love” you shove her off you and run away, everyone laughing at your reaction.

—

you were signed to chelsea, you guys had training and were doing some light stretching for a warm up. you were doing partner stretches with your national teammate, niamh. you were helping her stretch when all of a sudden, a certain brunette walks through the door in a chelsea training kit, you drop niamh’s leg and she protests before following to where your eyes were.

your mouth was slightly agape, niamh hurriedly stood next to you and shut your mouth for you. “so she’s the new signing” niamh pointed out, looking at you worriedly because you hadn’t said anything. “how?” you breathe out, “well, my friend, she gets called by management and then comes here to sign a contract and boom! she’s here!” she mocks and laughs when you lightly slap her arm.

jessie was getting talked to by a member of staff when she makes eye contact with you. she smiles brightly and nods her head with a small wave. you smile back at her with a little wave, looking away when niamh was teasing you in the corner.

she quickly disperses when she sees jessie smiling and walking up to you.

“hey, (y/n)!” jessie pulls you into a tight hug, you hesitantly wrap your arms around her waist. “hey, jessie! nice to see you again” she pulls away from you, a bright smile spread on her face. “i didn’t know you were coming to chelsea” you say with a shy smile, “do you not want me here or something?” she remarks with a smirk.

“no no i do! i’m very happy you’re here!” you quickly grab her arm and she looks down at it, smiling, you let go thinking she was uncomfortable, missing her frown when you let go.

“i’m very happy you’re here too” she says shyly, you both smile at each other till you both get called for drills.

you partner up for drills, you can’t ignore the fact that jessie is extremely touchy with you. whether it was holding your arm, your hand or slinging an arm over your shoulder. you can’t help but lean into it every time, the affection feeling so natural and familiar to both of you.

the more you interacted with each other, the more you realised you had in common. she fit into the team well, but you couldn’t help but notice she didn’t interact with the others the way she did with you. sure she was extremely friendly, but she didn’t touch the others like she did with you, or talk to the others the way she did with you. you can’t help but wonder, maybe she felt somewhat the same? (obviously)

—

as the months turn into years, the two of you grow closer and closer. going out for lunches, buying each other little gifts, always partnering up during training, being the first to celebrate with on the pitch. you two had truly become best friends.

one day you were at training, absolutely exhausted, lying on the floor after a gruelling session. jessie comes and lies next to you, she places an arm under your head acting as a pillow, grinning when you lean into her more, sighing contemptly.

“what’s the plan now, (y/n/n)?” you move your head to look up at her to find she was already looking at you. “movie at mine?” you question, jessie immediately agreeing and pulling the both of you to stand up, slinging her arm over your shoulder while walking you to the change room.

niamh snickers when she sees you two sitting in your cubby, chatting. niamh sneaking a photo of the two of you and sending it to the lioness group chat - which you were in by the way!

“our little (y/n) is in love!” she texts under the photo, replies coming through quickly: “get it girlie!”, “holy shit”, “a canadian (y/n)? we could’ve gotten you a nice brit” you look at your phone and flush red, looking up at niamh across from you and flipping her off.

“you okay, babe?” jessie questions your frown, you nod your head at her with a smile, “yeah, let’s go now!” you quickly haul her up and shove her out the door, turning to niamh again, “you’re a little shit” you point your finger at her. she laughs brightly at you, waving at you and blowing you a kiss, “i love you!” niamh screams after you

—

you get to your house, jessie knew this place all too well, coming over nearly every day. you sat on one end of the couch while jessie lay her head in your lap. you were flicking through the movies trying to pick one to watch, jessie being no help, closing her eyes and sinking into your lap and couch.

you slot a hand through her hair and she hums at the contact, flipping over and nuzzling her head into your stomach, wrapping her arms around your torso and holding you close together. you embarrassingly let out a little squeak feeling her mouth graze your exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up. you can feel her grin into your stomach and you freeze when you feel her hand dip into the back of your shirt to trace light shapes with her finger on your lower back.

you were about to say something when you hear jessie’s phone ping on the coffee table. “read that for me?” she mumbles into your skin, groaning when you slightly lean forward to grab her phone. you freeze again, her wallpaper sending shivers down your spine, your mouth went dry.

her wallpaper was a candid photo of you wearing one of jessie’s hoodies when you got cold, her name “fleming” plastered on the front emblem over your heart and the back. you had such a happy smile on your face, pink cheeks evident on your face.

“babe?” she slightly pulls away from you, looking up at your shocked face, “you okay?” she questions, now removing herself from you and sitting up properly, holding your hand tightly. she only looks at your face until she sees what you’re looking at, her wallpaper.

“oh!” she starts worriedly, “sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, it’s just such a cute picture” she smiles sheepishly, going to let go of your hand but you hold her hand tighter.

all you could do was shake your head and look at her with blown out pupils. you quickly take out your phone out of your pocket and show your own wallpaper, a picture of her lifting you up in celebration as you hug her tightly. she grabs your phone from you and blushes as she inspects the photo, finally picking up the courage to look you in the eye.

“hi” you breathe out and she laughs brightly, “hey, beautiful” she returns with a grin. placing a gentle hand on your knee and absentmindedly running her thumb over it. “what are you thinking about, baby?” she questions, smiling at you encouragingly. “um” you breathe out shakily, gripping onto her hand tighter. “you” you swallow. she smiles at you, “oh yeah? what about me?” she whispers lowly, smirking at your flustered expression. you open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

“come on, baby, you can say it” she was always the one making the first move, wanting you to take over this time. she squeezes your lower thigh, giggling when you tense up. you avert your eyes from her, looking down at the coffee table, she ducks her head to follow your eyes and you instantly burn up.

“jessie” you start, “yeah, baby” she moves closer to you, nodding her head. “i like you” her eyes brighten and she smiles excitedly, “i like you too, ever since the friendly match, baby girl” you lightly shove her, “i told the girls before that i thought you were beautiful and they told me to make a move”

you decide to make a bold move and straddle her lap, she happily welcomes you and holds onto your hips, you were both completely flushed. “i was crushing on you majorly, fleming” she lightly pinches your waist, “i was more” she mocks, you shake your head at her with a grin, you move to whisper in her ear, “the lioness group chat is full of me and you, baby, everyone has been waiting for this” your lips lightly graze her ear and she grips your hips tighter, “you should see the canada one, baby” you both let out a laugh together, looking into each other’s eyes softly.

jessie’s eyes flicker between your own, occasionally falling to your lips. “can i kiss you, (y/n)?” giggling when you nod your head eagerly, she places a hand on your cheek and smiles at you again, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. suddenly feeling confident, you grab the back of her head and deepen the kiss by prodding your tongue on her bottom lip, your tongue moving with hers harmoniously. a small groan from the back of her throat comes out when you scratch her scalp with your nails, you whine into her mouth with a grin before pulling away from her.

you pull away breathlessly, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear with a soft smile. you held the sides of her neck with both of your hands and place a soft peck on her lips. she smiles up at you and pulls the back of your head down to return the favour.

“you’re so pretty” she nuzzles her nose with yours. you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into a hug. “you’re so pretty” you say, squirming when you feel her place a kiss on your neck.

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when you come into training the next day holding each other’s hands, the girls cheer for you and jessie holds your hand up victoriously. niamh comes up and steals you away, lifting you up and running around the field. “hell yeah, (y/n/n)! proud of you!” you laugh brightly when she places you on the ground. “we’ve gotta find someone for you now, missy” you say cheekily and chase her around the field, you stop when she holds up a water bottle threateningly, you run and hop on jessie’s back.

“save me, baby!” she holds onto your thighs and runs from niamh, niamh seeing your matching smiles leaves you both alone when she sees you having so much fun.

you stay on jessie’s back during the team talk, your arms wrapped around her neck, occasionally whispering in her ear and joking around with each other. both of you were so happy, mainly both of your friends who had seen you pining over each other for so long.

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yourname: my baby ❤️

↳ _jessflem: no MY baby

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boxofbonesfic · 11 months

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omg i would love a dark!Peter or a Ransom prompt 👀 it can just be an idea, or a specific scene or scenario, whatever strikes your fancy 💖

Ok! Ransom x plus size reader: college au, fwb. Ransom doesn't want to be seen with her cause she's fat and she's cool with it cause she's literally just here for the d while she gets her degree right? Ransom's an ass but that dick is bomb and no feelings are involved so perfect. But then Ransom gets addicted to the p and wants her all to himself, still on the dl tho. His changing feelings don't come out till she meets someone and breaks it off with Ransom. Reader doesn't think anything of it but Ransom COMPLETELY loses his mind and starts stalking her, blowing up her phone, etc. Not caring if everyone knows now. Reader is CONFUSED and MIFFED!

Title: Breaking

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 5,374

Summary: Ransom wasn’t eager to stake any sort of claim on you—until someone else does it first.

Warnings: College AU, Stalking, Kidnapping, Darkfic, Plus Size Reader, Manipulation, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, MINORS DNI!

A/N: thank you so much for this lovely prompt! i really hope you enjoy this little ficlet. ❤️ divider by @firefly-graphics

Ransom had found it kind of funny at first, when you’d stopped responding to his rather crassly worded “U up?” texts. It wasn’t until the third text in half as many weeks had gone completely unanswered that he’d tried calling instead—and found you had blocked him completely.

What?

That wasn’t like you. Not like Ransom had taken time to really know you, but ghosting just didn’t seem like it belonged in your playbook.

“The number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time. Please contact your service provider if you believe you have reached this message in error.”

It had taken a little finesse, Ransom laying the charm rather thickly on your friend in his business management class, the one whose name he could never remember.

“She has a boyfriend,” she’d said, twisting a lock of her hair around her finger with a nervous giggle. “But I’m, um, single.”

Which brings him to now.

You weren’t the sort of girl he usually took out on dates, and, looking back on it, you’d picked it up rather quickly. Your requests to meet at parties or the bars his frat brothers regularly visited were answered with vague no’s. Or, more often than not, ignored outright until you stopped sending them. It wasn’t your fault—he had a reputation to think about. Though tonight, ironically, his reputation is the furthest thing from his mind.

What is on his mind, is you.

Ransom’s lip curls as he watches Isaac drape an arm across your shoulders, squeeing affectionately. He doesn’t know him well—they haven’t spoken much beyond the idle chit-chat around the keg. It turns his stomach, the thought that he’d finally realized just how much you meant to him, only to have this—this boy-scout steal you from right under his nose. Out from his fucking bed.

Ransom isn’t used to coming in second place. It’s never happened before, losing something he actually wants. Isaac seems happy to be next to you, not embarrassed or hiding behind baseball caps and wide sunglasses. Not like Ransom. He’s angry—at you, a little, but mostly at himself. It’s not hard to recall how you felt underneath him, all soft skin, soft curves, and fuck. He hates himself for not savoring that last time more, for not knowing it was going to be the last time.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. Ransom Drysdale didn’t get dumped—he was the one who did the dumping. And, he, thinks with no small amount of derision as he watches you from across the bar, I didn’t get dumped. We were never together. You can’t break up if you’re not together. The thought rings hollow even in his own head as he nurses his fifth beer of the night. It feels stupid-no, superficial, now; the way he’d only drop by your dorm-room after midnight, showing up without calling or texting and knowing full well that you would let him in.

But not anymore.

You’re too far away for him to hear it, but when you laugh, you tilt your head back, attempting to cover your wide grin with one hand. Pretty, he thins to himself, taking another long swallow from the bottle. Fuck how had he not noticed how pretty you are when you laugh, before? Had he just never seen it? Now that it occurs to him, Ransom’s hard pressed to find a memory that isn’t just sweaty skin, and hungry words growled into the curls at the nape of your neck.

Fuck.

Those were his favorite nights, the ones he spent digging his fingers into the softness of your hips while he sank in to the hilt—Ransom shudders. Even through the condoms you insisted he wear, the memory of your slick, tight heat is enough to send a hot, jealous pulse through his veins.

“We’re not together,” you’d said, crossing your arms stoutly as you stared up at him. “Condom or nothing.”

Probably doesn’t make Isaac wear a fucking condom. He takes another bitter swallow. He doesn’t know what’s worse, the thought of you fucking that Leave it To Beaver reject, or you fucking him raw. Both make him see red.

“Right, Ransom?” Someone claps him on the shoulder, and Ransom nods wordlessly. He isn’t paying attention, not to them, not with you here. You lean over to say something to your friend, the same mousy one who’d volunteered herself in your place. Ransom scoffs into his beer.

“Three fucking weeks.” He mumbles, draining the bottle before placing it down almost too hard on the bar-top. “How’s it get serious in three fucking weeks?” He waves at the bartender, signaling for another.

“Ran, we’re heading out.” Theo jerks his head towards the door. “There’s a party at Jude’s place. Hella girls.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Drunk ones.”

Ransom shrugs bad-naturedly, grimacing. “I’m going to stay here,” he says evasively, casting another sour look at you as his lip curls. “I don’t feel like pulling your head out of the toilet tonight.”

“Whatever, man.” Theo rolls his eyes, squaring his shoulders. He follows Ransom’s eye across the bar, and smirks. “Just because you’re not getting your dick wet with your porky little sidepiece anymore doesn’t mean the rest of us have to stay here and mope with you all weekend.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol warming his gut, but Ransom’s up before he’s really got a chance to think about it, his hands on Theo’s shoulders as he shoves him backwards, hard. The other man stumbles backward, and Ransom squares his shoulders.

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that.”

“What, now you care, all of a sudden?” Theo scoffs. “Dude you wouldn’t even let her come in through the front door—”

Ransom doesn’t know when exactly he grabbed a handful of Theo’s thin hair, holding his head still while he drives a frenzied fist into his former friend’s face as everyone watches. He comes to as he rears his fist back again, the sound of his name distant in his ears, like it was spoken through glass.

“Ransom!” Your confused face in the crowd is all he can see—which is why Theo’s sucker punch catches him off guard. It makes his ears ring as stars explode in his right eye. The world tilts as Ransom stumbles, and the television static in his ears is replaced by yelling. The warm wet trickle from his nose is blood, staining the tips of his fingers red as he holds his face. Theo’s not doing much better, blood pouring from his nose, and an ugly, swollen bruise coming to bear on the right side of his face.

“Fuck you,” Theo mumbles, drawing the back of his sleeve across his bloody lip. “Fucking asshole.” He storms out, a few of their frat brothers trailing behind him as he goes.

“Are you fucking serious?” The bartender throws down the towel in his hands, before smacking them against the bar-top. “I’ve fucking told you guys about bringing that bullshit in here—”

“I was just leaving,” Ransom snaps, shoving his hands into his pockets. He hates that he can feel your eyes on him too; watchful, judging. Theo’s gone by the time Ransom makes his way outside. It’s almost winter break, and the icy night air feels good against the hot, painful throbbing in his cheek.

“Ransom.” He turns, scowling at you over his shoulder. “What the fuck was that?” He shrugs miserably.

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t look like nothing.”

“What do you fucking care?” The venom on his tongue flows easily, likely aided by the liquid courage currently sloshing around in his gut. “You blocked me. You have a boyfriend.” He doesn’t know what he’s expecting from this confrontation, but your distinct lack of a reaction feels like more of a slap in the face than anything else. You blink at him, one eyebrow quirked as if in question.

“Yeah, I did.” Why does it hurt? Ransom’s rejected hundreds of girls—some as he was fucking pulling out of them, so why does this feel like a fucking knife in his back? “I figured you wouldn’t care much, Ransom, considering.” He hates this, hates how he’s the angry one and you’re calm—the roles should be reversed. They would be, if not for that niggling, irritating feeling that you should be his, just his. He doesn’t want to admit that you’re right, that you’ve got him pegged dead to fucking rights.

“How would you know?”

“You don’t sneak girls you like in through the basement entrance.” You retort smoothly. You’ve had a lifetime of this, of learning to live in your body, of learning to weather other people’s reactions to it—it’s Ransom that’s unfamiliar with rejection, unsure of how to handle the fact that the “r-train” isn’t enough to keep you coming back for more despite his treatment.

“But I do. I do like you.” He says, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t do this. It doesn’t have to be a thing. We can just, we can go back to how it was before.” This time, you do react, your face screwing up as you regard him first with disbelief and then anger.

“Why would I give up being in a relationship with someone who actually likes me, who is willing to be seen with me in public places and with his friends— you know what? I don’t need this.” You mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This is what I fucking get for trying to make sure you’re okay. Silly me. I thought we were mature, here.” You gesture between the two of you before another dry laugh bubbles out from between your lips.

“Have a good night, Ransom.”

No, no, don’t leave! The desperate thought makes his throat tight. You can’t leave me. He stumbles exaggeratedly as you watch, falling against the bus stop with a groan. The plan lays itself out before him neatly like lines on a map.

“God fucking dammit—Ransom!” You huff irritatedly. He leans against the pole, counting the seconds until you come over to check on him. You do, and he moans pitifully. “Can you walk?”

“No,” he hiccoughs, swaying cartoonishly as you try to help him stand. “Ju-hic-just go. I’ll be fine.” You blow an exasperated breath out as you straighten him up. She doesn’t talk to her parents. He licks his lips as you pull out your phone, holding it up to your ear as you wait for someone to answer on the other end. She told me that when we were smoking, that one time.

“I obviously can’t. How did you get here?” You say, holding your hand over the mouthpiece as you scowl up at him.

“Theo d-drove.” The house is only a ten minute drive from here. Fifteen, tops.

“Yeah, I’m just going to head back to campus. No, I’m gonna take an uber. Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, Isaac.” The little smile that curls at the corners of your lips makes him sick. “Yeah, you too.” Ransom leans on you heavily, and you don’t seem to notice when he presses his face into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo with relish. Fucking Isaac.

“I’ll get the uber,” he says, slurring the words deliberately as he fumbles with his own phone. “M’sorry, Princess.” He taps the screen clumsily, selecting Home instead of Dorm, before hastily stowing it back in his pocket.

“Don’t call me that.” You snap sharply. You try—and fail—to stand Ransom on his own two feet. Instead he hangs over you, draped over your shoulders with his chin resting on the top of your head.

“Why?” The question comes out petulantly. “You used to like it.”

“Stop.”

The familiar feel of your body pressed against his is sweet in a way Ransom hadn’t anticipated. The attic’s secure. Quiet.

When the car pulls up, Ransom allows you to wrangle him into the back seat, where he sprawls across your lap when you sit down beside him. You don’t say anything to the driver beyond a mumbled hello, which suits him just fine. Ransom plays up the drunk act, asking the driver a nonsensical question that makes you whisper at him to be quite.

“Sorry. Just trying to get him home.” You reply, pushing uselessly at his head as he settles into your lap. Soft. He can’t help but run a reverent hand across your jean clad thigh. Love how soft she is.

You’re so distracted trying to keep him from getting comfortable that you don’t notice the cab is heading away from the dorm until the driver turns down the private road.

“Wait—wait, I think you made a wrong turn somewhere,” you say, leaning forward to talk to the driver. He shakes his head enthusiastically, and points at his phone’s GPS.

“No, I followed the directions,” he protests, and Ransom hides his snicker in a groan. “This is the address.”

You lean back with a dissatisfied sigh, and look down at Ransom.

“Let me see your phone.” He unlocks it and hands it over, his face a mask of innocence. You notice the mistake immediately, leaning forward again. “Could you turn around and take us back to Harvard campus, please—”

“This trip was already way out of my route,” the driver grouses, frowning at the two of you in the mirror. “And I don’t think he’ll make another trip. Looks like he’s about to puke any second.”

“He’s fine.”

Ransom retches, and watches as the cabby’s face twists angrily.

“He’s not! I’m sorry, I’m done for the night. Maybe someone else will be able to pick you up.”

The finality in his voice makes Ransom giddy, and he clutches his stomach, gagging. He’s never thrown up—he’s not a fucking freshman lightweight, he’s a fucking Sigma for chrissakes—but he’s willing to let the two of you believe he might. You bite your lip, teeth sinking into its pillow softness as you try to undo what Ransom’s done.

“M’sorry. Didn’ mean to put in the wrong hic place.”

You nod stiffly. “I know. I guess… Well, this place has plenty of couches, right?” There’s little humor in your joke, but Ransom makes sure to laugh a little anyway, nodding.

“My grandfather won’t mind if you sleep in one of the guest rooms. Promise, Princess.”

“Ransom, don’t—”

“We’re here.” The driver cuts in as the car pulls to a stop in front of the house. “Sounds like you guys have it all figured out.”

—

As expected, the only people home are his grandfather, along with a few odd members of the staff. They’re easy enough to convince, Fran and Marta ferrying him upstairs to his room while he mumbles incoherently. You help too, tugging the blanket up over him after pulling off his shoes with a grunt. It feels nice, having you care for him like this, your soft hands on his face.

It feels right.

“I’ll get the guest room set up for you upstairs,” Fran says on her way out. “I’ve got a t-shirt around here somewhere.” Ransom doesn’t catch your answer, but that doesn’t matter much, not when he knows where you’ll be. It’s strange, how he’s impatient now, here at the home stretch, but he is. The smell of you, the taste, the feel, it’s all he can think about now that he’s so close.

It won’t be easy keeping you, he knows that, but nothing good comes without a challenge, right? And with the right motivation, Ransom knows he can make you fall in line. The house quiets around him, and distantly, he hears the sound of first Fran’s car, and then Marta’s. He forces himself to wait a few minutes more, and when he emerges out into the still air of the hallway, he smiles.

The door to the guest room is ever so slightly ajar, and Ransom slides inside. You sit up sharply, and for a moment only sound between you is the quiet settling of the house.

“What are you doing?”

“I came to check on you.” He can’t see your face in the dark, but he can see the shape of you, silhouetted in the pale beam of light streaming in from the tiny window above the bed.

“I’m fine.” The words are stiff. “You should go to bed.”

He doesn’t. Instead, Ransom turns and closes the door securely behind him, slipping the key into his pocket. The sound is deafening in the quiet, and he knows you hear it too.

“Have you texted Isaac, yet?” He asks, cocking his head. The room is small, shaped oddly by the sloping roof, and Ransom himself takes up the bulk of it standing in front of the door. You seem to shrink a little in response, and your hesitation answers the question truthfully, before you’ve even spoken.

“Y-yes. You should go to—” The way your hand strays under the pillow to feel for your phone tells him the opposite. Ransom licks his lips.

“Have you fucked him yet, Princess?”

Your gasp is audible.

“Don’t—don’t call me that. Ransom go to bed. You’re drunk.”

“Have you fucked him?” He repeats it, dropping to his knees on the bed.

“Get out!” You make for the door too late, and Ransom grabs you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist as he breathes a relieved sigh into your bare shoulder. Your frustrated struggle turns panicked at the sound of metal clacking against metal. “No, Ransom no—” The handcuffs he produces from his pocket aren’t the padded ones he’s used with you before—these are the real deal, and he clamps them tightly around your left wrist, looping it around the bed-frame before capturing your right. You’re writhing and fighting, but it’s easy to ignore the pain as he locks his arms tight, waiting for you to tire yourself out.

You’re wearing just a t-shirt, and Ransom palms the heavy weight of your tits through the soft cotton with a soft groan.

“So you haven’t fucked him.”

You open your mouth to scream, and Ransom laughs.

“Nearest person is two floors down, Princess,” he breathes, a low, satisfied hum rumbling in his chest as he draws his fingers through your messy hair, before tangling his fingers in it to tug your head back. His teeth scrape at your throat. “You can scream if you want to,” he mumbles against your pulse. “You know I like it when you’re loud.”

“Ransom, stop. You’re—”

“Drunk?” He answers smartly, before shaking his head. He cups your face with one sure hand, stroking your lip with the pad of his thumb. “I know you feel bad, Princess. You let me fuck that juicy cunt so quick, you thought you needed to make him work for it.” This close he can see your face, can see the guilt you quickly try to bury because he’s right. The answer is there, written in the way you turn your head away from him, trying to hide your face in shadow. Ransom doesn’t let you, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers as he forces you to stay still, to look him in the eye.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spit hoarsely, and Ransom laughs. “You’re fucking drunk and-and—get off me!” You shrill, bucking against him uselessly. If he’s drunk, that’s what he’s drunk on; the heady sensation of knowing the truth with absolute certainty.

“I know exactly what I’m talking about.” He sneers, pressing you down into the mattress. The smell of your skin is intoxicating, like orange blossoms and fucking sunshine. “Fuck, Princess, I missed this.” It’s almost reverent, the way he slides his hands down over your hips, slowly working a knee between your stubborn thighs. Your borrowed t-shirt rolls up as Ransom spreads your legs, grinning at the sight of white lace between them.

He draws a finger over the curve of your cunt before cupping it.

“Why’d you block me, Sweetheart?” He asks, tracing the shape of your puffy lips through the cotton.

“You didn’t want me!” You hiss through clenched teeth. Ransom clucks his tongue at you, shaking his head, before delivering a stinging slap to your cunt. You feel it through the cotton, of course, whining and writhing underneath him as you cry out. “You’re fucking crazy—” The palm of his hand cracks sharply against you again, and it cuts your complaint short as the words disappear in a pained gasp.

“Be honest with me, Princess.” He says, grinning as you try to wriggle away from him.

“You wouldn’t even be seen with me!” Your voice cracks. “It’s not fair, Ransom!”

“You want me to stake a claim, Sweetheart? I can do that,” Ransom breathes, pushing the shirt up over your breasts, groaning at the sight of your puffy nipples. He draws his thumb across one, watching, enraptured, as the flesh pebbles underneath his touch. He trails sloppy, heated kisses up the side of your throat, nipping at the skin until you whimper. He mouths at your skin, sucking at the purpling bruise until he pulls away, satisfied.

“We can think of a more permanent solution later.” He leans back with a satisfied sigh. It feels good to mark you, to watch the bruises spread like ink on your pretty skin.

“Please, Ransom, just go!” You sob, the chain rattling against the bed-frame as you try unsuccessfully to loose yourself from your restraints. “We-we’ll just pretend it never happened!” You nod at him, like you’re trying to encourage him to do the same, your wide eyes fever bright. “It’ll be just like before—”

“Why would I want that?” He asks, reaching down to tug your panties tight, pulling the fabric tautly through the lips of your pussy like dental floss. “I don’t think you’re really grasping the situation, Princess, so let me spell it out for you.” Ransom spreads your legs wider as you stare up at him with fearful eyes.

“I don’t want things how they were before.” He snarls. “Things are different now, Sweetheart. You made them different.” Ransom slips his fingers underneath the elastic of your panties, and begins tugging them own your thighs, ignoring your whimpered pleas to wait and stop. You kick at him, a frenzied wail working its way out of your throat. True to his word, he ignores it, sliding down your body until he’s faced with the slick patch between your thighs.

“Ransom—” His name is a hoarse wail as he attaches his lips to your cunt, his tongue seeking out your traitorously swelling clit. He grins against you, dragging his tongue noisily through your folds, moaning. This is perfection, he muses dimly, lapping at you as you whine. You can’t deny how good it feels, not when he can see the evidence glistening on your quaking thighs, taste it on his tongue. You’re gasping, those precious little choking noises filling his ears as you try to swallow down the sound of your pleasure.

“Can’t fucking get over how good you taste, Princess,” he mumbles, reveling in your yelp as he sucks harshly on your swollen bud, spreading you wide with his fingers. You shake, your body jackknifing as you murmur nonsensically. He’s always loved that flavor—like fresh peaches, why do you taste like fucking peaches—

“F-Fuck you!” He doesn’t let you cum, though, pulling away to flick softly at your clit with his thumb. He draws the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the evidence of your body’s betrayal with a sly smile. A hoarse little whimper escapes you, and Ransom clucks his tongue, before reaching down to palm himself through his sweats. His cock his hard, so hard it almost hurts, thick drops of precum gathering at the reddened tip. He reaches for his phone with the other hand, the shutter noise clicking as he snaps a few pictures of your tear-stained face.

“N-no, no—!” You voice your displeasure with a whine as Ransom pans the camera down your body, like he’s trying to map it out for posterity’s sake. “No pictures, please, please!” Your wild, watery eyes are frantic as you plead with him. “Please don’t, Ran, please don’t send those—” A hot pulse shoots through his body at your desperation, and his cock throbs.

“A minute ago you were just telling me to go fuck myself.” He quirks an eyebrow at you over the top of the phone. “So which is it?”

“Please don’t send those.” You swallow thickly, the sound audible. “Please.”

He has no intention of sending them anywhere—except maybe to Isaac with your face cropped out, of course. But he smiles lasciviously anyway, blue eyes narrowing. Ransom runs his tongue across his lips, still tasting you on them.

“Let’s make a little deal, then.” He tugs his sweats down, and the fat, veiny length of his cock springs out. Ransom hisses softly as he spreads a sticky drop of precum across his tip with his thumb. “You’re going to end it with Isaac.” You open your mouth to complain, but Ransom forges ahead, ignoring you. “We’ll be exclusive, you and me, Princess.” He forces your thighs open a little wider. “Just like you want.” Ransom’s practically giddy with the thrill of it as your full lips begin to tremble and fresh tears track down your cheeks.

“I—I don’t want you!” You gasp, your attempts to buck him off only succeeding in wedging him further between your frantically kicking legs. Ransom clucks his tongue at you.

“I don’t know about that, Princess,” he says, slapping a hand against your swollen cunt, cupping it roughly. You squeal as he draws a finger through your slick, still throbbing folds.

“Not sure if you’ve ever been wetter.” Ransom presses your thighs to your chest. He asks, licking his lips. “It’s all up to you, of course.” Ransom lies so easily it doesn’t even really occur to him that he’s doing it.

“You tell me to go, I’ll go. But I can’t say what’ll happen to that footage.” He shrugs. He’s got no intention of leaving this room, not really, but he doesn’t mind pretending. “But if you were my girl, I might be able to swing deleting it. After all, what would I need it for? Got the real thing all to myself.” He dips the tip of a thick finger into your entrance. “Get it, Princess? No more scholarship. No more shitty dorm-room. I’ll take care of you.”

You’re so easy to read like this, your guard down and your desperation front and center. He can see you weighing the options, trying to parse out the best win for yourself in this devil’s bargain. He can see you testing the weight of your future against the events of this evening, and coming up far short. Ransom’s not stupid—and neither are you. You know what happens to girls like you when these things make their way into campus chatrooms and local reddit pages.

“You’ll really delete them?” You ask meekly, your mouth trembling. “You won’t… you won’t show these to anyone?” Ransom grins wider, drawing an X across his heart with the tip of his index finger.

“Cross my heart.” Ransom steadies one hand against your hip, his fingers sinking into the soft curve of it as he aligns himself with your entrance. His eyes roll as the head of his cock meets your cunt with a lewd, wet squelch. He’s getting impatient—after all, it’s been more than two weeks since the last time he’s been inside you, and his cock twitches hard against you at the thought.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry Princess, you’ll need to speak up.” Ransom leans down over you, his hard eyes locked on yours. “Again.”

“I said fine!” Your quiet voice is strained. “Fine. I’ll—I’ll break up with Isaac—” Ransom kisses you, swallowing the rest of your words eagerly. He gorges himself on your mouth, sucking your tongue fiercely before pulling away to worry at your lower lip with his teeth until it’s swollen and red.

“Oh Princess.” He breathes. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” He watches with dark glee when your eyes go wide as he begins to press into you, the head of his cock forcing you open. “No condom this time, but that’s alright, isn’t it?”

“Ransom!”

“M’right here,” he breathes, his hips jerking as your slick, puffy cunt sucks at his tip. “Fuck.” Ransom watches your eyes roll as you sink your teeth into your lower lip. “I know you missed it too, Sweetheart,” Ransom grits the words out through his teeth as he sinks in, his toes curling as your wet heat envelops him inch by precious inch. “You can admit it.”

The warm euphoria that spreads down his spine as he bottoms out draws another curse from his lips. You feel like fucking slick velvet inside, your walls clamping down on the girth of his cock like a wet fist. It’s hypnotic, pulling out only to thrust home again, his ears barely registering the groan of the bed-frame beneath you. The space between his temples is buzzing—your compliance, the feel of you around him, the knowledge that he’d won—Ransom’s delirious with it.

What’s even better is he can see it, plain on your face how much you’re enjoying it—how much you hate yourself for it. It makes every mumbled curse, every moan he wrenches from your unwilling throat all the sweeter. Ransom clucks his tongue at you as he leans down to capture your lips again. They’re pillow soft and swollen from his teeth.

“It’s my fault.” Ransom drives his cock into you, groaning. “I was stupid, Princess, I know. But I know what I need, now,” he says, hooking an arm beneath your thigh, lifting it so he can sink in even deeper. “Just you.” The shameful little wail that escapes your throat as you clamp down around him is almost enough to make him cum with you, cursing and crying as you do. He hangs on by the last fraying thread of his self control.

“Shit, shit, shit—”

“See?” He laughs, rolling his hips into yours with heavy strokes. “You need me, too.”

God, he loves seeing you like this, loves being the one to break you apart—loves knowing he’ll be the only one. It’s that thought that does it, aided by the miserable way you mewl his name as you cum again. His hands are tight on your hips, sinking into the heavy curve of them as he growls your name roughly in your ear. For a moment he’s lost in it; his forehead resting against yours as you milk him.

He stays inside you for a few luxurious minutes, basking in the feel of your cunt before pulling out. Ransom slaps his still hard cock against your oversensitive clit and you whine, your hips jerking. He can’t help but admire the mess he’s made, dragging his tip through your slick, sticky folds.

You watch him with red-rimmed eyes, your brows furrowing as he rises from the bed, pulling his sweats back up over his hips. He doesn’t reach for the keys, but instead slides his hand underneath your pillow to remove your phone.

“Ransom let me out, now.” Your voice is high, panicked. “You promised—”

“To delete the pictures.” He finishes, nodding. As you sputter, he removes his own phone from his pocket, and faces the screen towards you as he selects the pictures and videos from the photo album, and there’s a swooshing sound from the phone’s speakers as they disappear. “And I’ve deleted them.” Frantically, you rattle the handcuff chains against the bed-frame, trying desperately to dislodge them as Ransom sighs.

“You’re just going to hurt yourself.” You keep trying anyway, ignoring him your terrified sobs grow louder.

“Let me go! You fucking promised, Ransom, don’t leave me here—”

He cocks his head at you.

“Why would I leave you?” He asks, slipping both your phones into his pocket as he stands, stretching. “Winter break’s just starting,” Ransom says with a smile. “And I can’t think of a better way to spend it.”

the end

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Jason Todd x Singer reader (fem)

Author's note: I received such a surprisingly positive reply from this! I haven't posted in months, so this caught me off guard completely. (Yes 15 notes is good for me lmao 🥹) In this version, Jason knows who reader are since the beginning. I thought it'd be more fun.

So, basically this a longer version of the first part + a second part. I intend to write this in chapters. Enjoy and please give me your thoughts ❤️

Part two:

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Jason Todd knew one thing or two about twitter. Or X, whatever. The thing is: he's at least three times a month in the trending topics. Not him exactly, but Red Hood. Red Hood is always there.

It goes from people hating on him, to young girls (psycho's in his opinion) calling him babygirl or daddy. He doesn't understands and he doesn't want to. He's not much one from social media, so when he is on the trending topics, normally someone from the family teases him about it.

This time is no different. Dick Grayson and Tim Drake are laughing way too hard. Looking from Tim's phone directly towards Jason. He sighs, closing the book he is reading. Currently they are all comfortably sitting on the library, eating Alfred's cookies and tea.

"What is it?" Jason asks, already regretting the question.

"Open twitter." Tim says, a huge smile on his face. Jason feels a chill down his spine because he knows it's going to be bad. Not that he cares. He doesn't give a shit about public's opinion.

But sometimes the comments about him, the mean comments wishing him to die... Those get to him. So he's prepared for that. For people hating, or for his fangirls fighting deciding who'd be his next imaginary girlfriend.

But he never expected to be shipped with someone else. He knows who you are. Everybody knows who you are. A talented young singer, that ascended till the top in less than three years. Doing some works on modeling from time to time for McQueen or Vogue or Versace, because you're that beautiful.

He wouldn't call himself a fan, but he does think you are musically talented. Anyway, everyone is shipping him with you.

And he doesn't know why.

"Why am I being shipped with her?" He asks, out loud. Before Dick or Tim can answer, Steph bursts into the library's door laughing.

"Jason-"

"I know."

She laughs again. He starts to scroll down the comments, until he finds a video of a live interview you did on Kurt's show, that prick. The journalist is famous for doing weird questions.

"So, everybody knows you have a bit of thing for vigilantism. How did that start?" Kurt asks, crossing his arms and giving the public a charming smile.

"Oh, it started with Batman, of course. I was a little kid when I heard the stories about the man that haunted the nights in Gotham. I am a L.A girl, but either way I absolutely felt enchanted. It's just so cool that is there someone out there that takes justice in their own hands."

Yeah, right. She's a fan of the Batass. Jason scoffs while watching the video, but continues anyway.

"And who is your favorite vigilante?" Kurt asked, leaning closer to her. He was a charming man, young and successful, just like her.

"Oh, Red Hood, definitely." She says that without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Just a plain, simple answer.

"Red Hood? Isn't he a bit... extreme?" Kurt said, tilting his head.

"I think he is doing good in his own ways, and that is so freaking cool, you know? And I think his motorcycle is super... uh, how can I say? Hot." She says, and gives the public a little giggle. She continues:

"Which doesn't mean I agree with everything he does. But I find his persona interesting and refreshing. He's different from the rest, different approaches and all. It makes me curious about who is the man behind the mask."

"If you could say anything to him, what would you say?" Kurt asks, smiling.

"Oh! I'd probably ask him to take me on a ride with his bike. And to get a girlfriend. I think he needs a feminine touch in his life." She answers, with an amused grin.

The video ends and Jason doesn't really know what to think. You just said he needed a girlfriend. A feminine touch.

The truth is, he can't really disagree. When was the last time he felt a woman's body close to his? More time than he wants to admit. Months. Maybe more than a year. In his defense, it's not that he doesn't have the game. He just don't have the energy to play it.

Steph laughs takes him out of his wandering thoughts. He looks up at his siblings, an irritated expression in his face.

"Read the tweets, the tweets are the best part!" She says, chuckling again. Jason goes straight to the shipping hashtag. People saying they want to be Jason, people saying they want to be you, people saying they want to be the bed where you both - forget it.

He sighs and throws his cellphone on the couch, sitting back and beginning to read his book.

"That's it? That's your reaction?" Dick asks, tilting his head like a curious dog.

"It's just a bunch of tweets. People will forget eventually. Nothing I should worry about." Jason replies, not taking his eyes off The Catcher in the Rye.

Little did he know.

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Okay. Maybe you shouldn't have said that. Maybe you were dumb and reckless. And now your agent and her team are almost killing you.

It's not your fault. You were always told to be honest, because your fun and outgoing (at least on stage) personality were one of your best traits.

"Are you crazy! This could have led to terrible repercussions. What if everyone focused on the fact that you support a murderer?!" Claya, your agent says, almost shouting.

"Well, they didn't. Now they are just shipping him with me." You say, trying to defend yourself. The truth is, behind the cameras and the stage and all the "popstar" persona you have to pull out, you are an introvert. You have two lifes.

"Yeah, and you should be grateful for it. This can even be a good sign. It seems people are interested in your love life. We can use that for our advantage." Claya says.

You adore her, really. And it's her job to figure it out how to make your career ascend. And she does it very well. But sometimes you just wish it wouldn't be about money or status. It would be just about how to do good music.

Anyway, you don't want to be ungrateful. You're living your childhood dream. So you take those thoughts out of your mind.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" You ask, blinking in confusion.

"We're going to Gotham. You're going to do a show there." Claya says, confidently and typing on her computer.

"Are you out of your mind? Shows in Gotham always go wrong. The Chase Atlantic show from last month was attacked by Pyg!" You say, trying to contain your agent's wicked ideas.

"Honey, don't worry. Maybe Red Hood appears in to save the whole ordeal. It couldn't be better." Claya says, standing up and closing her computer.

Claya and the team leave you alone to think. It's not like you have a lot of choice in the matter, anyway. If she says you're doing the show, you gotta do it.

But it's just a show, right? Nothing to worry about.

Little did you know.

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Under The Mistletoe With Him

Pairing: Hook x OC Rose Word Count: 1, 527 Description: Rose goes on a trip down memory lane about having Tyler's name for the company gift exchange.

So, her birthday isn't till the 24th but we agreed to just post this now! So a very very early happy birthday to my dear friend @writtingrose I hope you enjoy your birthday fic love! So thankful for you and your friendship I love you bunches! Never forget how loved you are ❤️

Thank you so much to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for help getting the idea rolling because I couldn't choose between the choices, I created for myself. You're the best babes x ______ Tag List: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ______

“Baby, where do you want these bags of icing.”

Turning from the oven with a pan of fresh gingerbread cookies you point to the farthest corner of the counter.

“Over there please Ty, I want to be sure we have plenty of room to do this and hopefully we can avoid a big mess.”

Placing the icing bags on the counter he stood back watching his girlfriend lay them all out and then got bowls of small candies out.

“What are those for?”

“The cookies and if we manage to get around to decorating that house, now let me just put in this next batch of cookies. Then we can get started would you please put on some Christmas music? I have the playlist already set up on my phone.”

“Sure can.”

Using her spatula Rose carefully places each gingerbread person on the tray popping them in the oven and setting the timer. Wiping off her hands she grabs the pan with cookies already cooled, carrying them over to the counter where Tyler had gotten the music to play.

“Okay babe here we go decorate it however you want but please do try and not get icing all over I don’t want to run out.”

Tyler chuckled thinking about the last time they tried this and how more icing ended up on the two of them then on the cookies.

“Don’t worry I’ll behave.”

Pressing a kiss to her temple Tyler grabbed a cookie and picked a color to outline with. Rose watched him decorate, this was a moment she’d remember for the rest of her days. Picking up an icing bag she grabbed a cookie of her own to start decorating. The two silently worked for a few minutes listening to the music playing in the background as they enjoyed each other's company.

“You know something, this time of year always remind me of how our relationship started.”

Rose spoke softly as the memories from a few year prior played through her head causing her to smile.

“You mean that time I got caught under the mistletoe with your fine ass?”

He smirked leaning forward to steal a peck from her lips.

“I can’t believe I got Tyler.”

“What’s wrong with having Tyler I imagine he’d be pretty simple to shop for.”

“That’s easy for you to say Orange you’re actually friends with him, he hates me.”

“He does not hate you.”

“Oh yes he does he’s always glaring in my direction and when I tried to be polite or say hi, he just walks away.”

“To be fair he does that with everyone he’s just not a super expressive guy when it comes to being at work. But trust me he’ll love whatever you get him even if he doesn’t say it out loud.”

James assured her as the two walked down the hallway, it was a week before their company gift exchange and Rose was still unsure of what to get Tyler. He was serious when he said that Tyler would love anything she bought given the fact he was absolutely smitten with her. Not that Rose would know that given Tyler’s silent nature at work and don’t mess with me attitude. But the whole locker room and even some of the women knew about his feelings for her.

“What am I going to do?”

“Why don’t you go ask his dad? It wouldn’t hurt to give that a try maybe he can help you think of something. It’s better than stressing yourself out more than you already are.”

“I hadn’t even thought of asking Taz, you’re brilliant I’ll text you later.”

Rose smiled before scurrying off hoping to find the man in question to ask for help with his son’s gift.

‘Please don’t let Tyler be around.’

She silently begged walking into the ring area where a few of the guys were doing some practice moves. Spotting Taz speaking with Jack she made her way over and gently tapped on his shoulder.

“Rose, nice to see you.”

“Hi um could I please speak with you in private about something?”

Relief flooded her when he nodded, excusing himself from the conversation with Jack, the two walked a little bit away from the ring.

“Sorry to disturb you but I need some help, I got Tyler’s name for the gift exchange, and I still haven’t been able to find anything for him. Could you maybe give me a couple ideas? I just want it to be something he’ll like and find useful or something.”

“Ah I was wondering who got him well I guess it depends, what’s the budget limit?”

“Actually, I don’t know I didn’t realize there was one.”

“Okay, something simple yet useful. How about a gift card somewhere? There’s this steak place he absolutely loves going to whenever we’re around. You can’t really go wrong with giving the kid food.”

“That’s a great idea um what’s the name of the restaurant?”

“STK it’s a steakhouse I’ll give you the directions just give me a moment.”

Rose smiled, nodding as she waited patiently for him to look up the directions and texted them to her phone.

“There just text me if you have any other questions and I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

“Thank you so much Taz I appreciate this.”

“Anytime kiddo.”

Leaving the ring area Rose went out to her car and after putting the address in her phone made her way to the restaurant. After getting the gift card she picked up one other thing then placed them in a gift bag. When the party night finally arrived, she nervously carried the bag inside looking around, spotting Renee she rushed over to her.

“Hey Ree where do we put the gift exchange bags?”

“Hi sweetie they changed it up this year, you’re just going to give the gift to whoever you have.”

“Oh gods.”

“Who do you have?”

“Hook.”

“He just got here about ten minutes ago he’s there by the snack table probably trying to find a bag of chips to eat. I’ll just text Jon that way he can tell Tyler to come over this way, so you don’t need to push through the crowd.”

Renee hooked her arm with Rose’s and led her away from the crowd off to the side where they wouldn’t be bumped into.

“Alright Jon is bringing him over don’t worry this is going to be great he’ll absolutely love whatever you decided to get him.”

Renee winked quickly walking away as Jon shoved Tyler over to her Rose covered her mouth to stifle a laugh at Tyler’s curse but cleared her throat when he looked at her. Holding the bag out she looked at the floor then up at him.

“I know we hardly ever talk but um I got your name in the gift exchange, so I got you this family size bag of chips and a gift card to a steak place your dad said you liked.”

She rambled letting him take the bag from her hand and opened it a slight smile crossing his face as he looked at the gifts.

“Thank you Rose.”

“How.. I didn’t know you knew my name.”

“Of course, I know you’re name why wouldn’t I?”

“Because we never talk, and I figured that you hated me given the fact you glare at me a whole lot.”

“Not glaring at you just the way I look is all.”

“Hey! You two instead of babbling to each other why don’t you look above your heads.”

Jon called out causing them both to look up seeing a spring of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Rose felt her heart pick up in speed as Tyler’s eyes seemed to darken when he looked back at her, a smirk crossing his face. Rasing a brow he stepped closer waiting for her to reject him.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes it is.”

Rose said a little too fast causing Tyler to laugh quietly before his lips pressed against her’s and she melted into the kiss.

“I still can’t believe you thought I hated you.”

“Well, you acted like you did you weren’t really throwing out smiles or talking to me apart from the occasional grunt here or there.”

“It was all just a show baby I didn’t know how to admit to the most beautiful girl that I had the hots for her.”

Tyler said as he washed his hands then dried them before he hugged Rose from behind kissing her cheek.

“It would have saved me a lotta stressing out if you had.”

“True but that doesn’t matter now because you’re mine and I don’t plan on letting this sweet ass go.”

He said, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him the two laughing as she turned around wrapping her arms around his neck.

“We need to finish these cookies and I just put a fresh batch in.”

“We have a couple minutes besides I don’t need that long.”

“You’re awfully cocky you know that?”

“It’s my speciality.”

Tyler smirked cupping her cheeks as he captured her lips in a kiss much similar to their first.

#aew hook #hook fanfiction #hook x oc #hook aew #holiday fics #tyler senerchia

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Suzu its time... I would like to request you to write whatever you want and go crazy with it!! I honestly dont have any restrictions unless its 3somes/4somes etc (i get uncomfortable reading those types of fics) but other than that by all means go write till your heart desires 😋❤️❤️❤️ please have fun with my daily request!

Fatui!Scaramouche x Fatui!fem!reader. Smut. Consensual Somnophilia in an established relationship. Some Yandere themes because I wanted test myself. I have Yandere!Kazuha ask in in inbox. It's nothing heavy though. I won't write the crazy shit like kidnapping and forced captivity. Slight mention of violence but nothing big.

A/n: Really👀? Just those two restrictions? I exercised some restraint because I am afraid this is going to make you nervous. Here is the wind up and the pitch. I hope you and everyone reading enjoys. I hope this wasn't too much😭

At first, Scaramouche wondered if you even had the disposition to be in the Fatui. You were normally quiet and sweet, rarely lashing out at your subordinates. (He didn't know how you did it, really.)

He was instantly curious when he'd heard you had a reputation, and Scaramouche really wanted to know where it came from. You even cooed at stray animals, playing fetch with a few children in the village near a Fatui safehouse one day.

Color him impressed when he found out you were the Fatui's best interrogator. The first time he watched you work, he quite frankly was a little in love at first site. He didn't think that was possible. Scaramouche was glad it took a little bit for the person to crack and sing like a canary because that meant he could watch you do your thing a little longer.

And what was more exhilarating to him is that you never let anyone live, telling him coldly as you wiped blood off your hands that you couldn't have them running back and spilling your whereabouts in case anyone wanted revenge. He knew it wouldn't matter if they did suss you out in the name of revenge. They were going to die anyways, you were a force to be reckoned with your Pyro vision and your sword.

"I'm doing them a favor." You hated people like he did.

Little did you know, he learned your schedule by heart everyday after that, keeping a copy folded in his pocket.

He eventually had you transferred to his squad. Scaramouche liked being able to choose when you had days off. It increased his chances of getting to see and be intimate with you. He liked having you all to himself whenever he wanted.

Scaramouche was sitting next to you on your bed. You'd been zonked out for about an hour now, not even moving once. There was still a little blood caked underneath your fingernails leftover from a job, making him lick his lips. You'd even told him to drop by if he saw you sleeping, telling him you wouldn't mind if he wanted to indulge himself a little while you slept.

About six months into your relationship he did just that. Rolling you over onto your back, he pushed your panties aside, rubbing your clit before burying them inside of you. He shivered at how wet you felt. "You are tempting me on purpose, aren't you?" He whispered.

You shifted a little in your sleep. "You really should lock your door if you are going to sleep looking like that," the pace of his fingers increased, making you moan quietly in your sleep.

"Just give me a spare key to your quarters," he continued, fondling one of your bare breasts, pinching your nipple. "I will fuck anyone up if they saw you like this. In fact, I won't allow it." He glared slightly down at you. "You belong to me now."

Scaramouche felt himself getting hard the more you moaned. Ahhh, you sounded so pretty. You were his and he was yours. He wasn't going to share you anyone.

He didn't have to ask you twice when he asked you to come with him when he betrayed the Fatui. You were so sweet, so loyal.

Remember, he didn't exactly play well with others.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #genshin imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #fem!reader

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vimara00 · 1 year

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Jealous Dabi! X F! Reader

Hi everyone, it's Vi!✨ I decided to write something about jealous Dabi. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Pd: Sorry I haven't been posting but I was on vacation and didn't have good connection hahaha

(Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙏🏻)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: suggestive maybe? but not really smut

• Well, let's imagine you are Hawks' quirkless secretary and certain day he asked you to attend to a LOV meeting with him in order to record what they'll say

• Everything was going smooth till a very tall guy with pursing blue eyes sat next to you and asked "what is a woman like you doing in a place like this?" You tried to not be affected by this intense staring and said "I'm here with Hawks since I'm his secretary I need to involve myself for the cause too" Apparently that piece of information caught his attention and gave you an curious look but before letting him speak again you continued saying "Anyways, what do you mean a woman like me?" And he smirked while saying" I meant a delicate and beautiful lady like you being in a shitty hole like this" You were blushing like a tomato and Touya thought it was really cute

• Since that day, Dabi tried to be as near to you as possible every time you were on reunions together. Also, he would text you and appear out of the blue at the end of you shift just to spend time with you even if it meant getting caught by the heroes. At first, Touya thought he could manipulated you to gain information but after a while, he realised you weren't aware of your surroundings and he started to feel the need to protected you from this society. Something in Hawks didn't sit well with Dabi's interested in you but he choose to ignore it and take advantage of it.

• Some time before the heroes attack to the LOV's base, Dabi was waiting for you to get out of work hiding at an alley. It been fifteen minutes and there was no sight of you but before he started to torture some sidekicks about your wereouts, you and Hawks appeared from the sky to land safely at the entrance of the agency. The hero had you prestressed against his chest with his arms around your waist and your hands grabbing his t shirt. This act itself made Dabi's blood boild and without realising, fire started to came out of his arm. How dare that pathetic asshole put his hands on his girl. Yeah, you two didn't have a title yet but that didn't mean he could be touching you like that. He thought everybody knew you were off limits but apparently, he needed to make thing more clear for those stupid heroes that wanted to take you away from him. Oh and he was gonna make Hawks pay but he needed to control himself before he did something infront of you that'll make you scared.

• That night Hawks offered to take you to your house when Dabi appeared next to you wrapping his arm around your waist and giving it a squeeze while pulling you closer "She doesn't need a ride. I'll take her home. We have a long night, don't we love?" He looked at you with range and lust on his eyes while grabbing your chin with his index finger. You weren't sure what he exactly meant by that cause' you both only had shared kisses now and then but never got to something more sexual. However, his words and the way he was staring at you said otherwise.

• "We are going now, doll" They started to walk but Dabi turned around a little to looked at Hawks dead on the eye as if challenging him. Touya knew the hero felt something towards his girl so he wanted to make very clear for him that she was his and his only and that he won't let him get away with those actions.

• Once at your apartment, you were slammed against the door as Touya force you to look at him by grabbing your jaw "I think I haven't been cleared enough with you so let me get this straight" He got near your mouth while looking lustfully at you and said "There is a big difference between that stupid hero and me. He would definitely sacrifice you for the world's benefit while I would burn the whole world just for you (hear this on tik tok and it fits him hahaha well)" He then traced your lips with his thumb as he said "You are mine. You belong to me since the fist day I lay eyes on you and I won't let some idiot believe he can take whats mine. Am I clear?" You simply nodded as he attacked your lips while wrapping his hand around your neck. Once he broke the kiss, his hand remained on your neck and he added a bit of pressure on it demanding for you to say you were his. Then he applied open mouth kisses on your neck while leaving marks on your sweet skin so Hawks and other assholes would see you belong to him. That was just the start of a very long night and let's just say you couldn't go to work the next day.

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camilaxmartin · 1 year

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What about Shuri and the reader is her best friend, but there is sexual tension that escalates with the days, so since the death of the king and the reader takes care of Shura and they are always by her side until after she was kidnapped by Namur , The reader starts to work and helps Nakia to bring her back to Wakanda After her return, the reader scolds Shuri and confines her between the lab table and their body until they notice how close they are, then a click of the lips, followed by a click of the water test, and then another click until it becomes a kiss full of despair and love then you can imagine what happened next

thank you for your patience , have a great day sweetheart ❤️

ღ hidden feelings

i haven’t had the motivation for this one and starting writing it was literally hell but when i actually did i enjoyed it more than many of my fics😭 so thank you dear anon for this masterpiece!

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: you and shuri were always together but what happens when the two of you start to catch feelings?

warnings: SPOILERS FOR BP: WAKANDA FOREVER

notes: ughh i actually thought it’ll turn out so short and i would be disappointed. well, it did nothing of that and i am truthfully proud

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you and shuri were like two lovebirds. one always by the side of the other. and it was like that forever.

everyone thought it was the cutest thing when the two of you were kids.

when you grew up, people stopped really carrying about your relationship so the state of it was up to the two of you. totally.

you have always seen shuri as the most important person in your life, the one you can always count on and go to with every problem you got. so it wasn’t a bit surprise to you when you started having feelings for her. you dare to say it was even naturally.

for shuri of the other hand it was something totally different. she was scared. she has never felt those type of feelings towards someone, like ever. so this situation was really making her uncomfortable or more likely awkward.

there was the time when she even stopped hanging out with you as much as you used to. she just explained herself that she needed more alone-time. but you knew better than that.

seeing shuri in this weird state you assumed it was because of your feelings and that they made her so uncomfortable she chose to separate herself. of course you couldn’t be more wrong.

well, you started to be less friendly and touchy than usual. and to your disappointment it worked. so it must’ve been about your feelings, right?

after some time you two were as close as in the old days. the queen started to jokingly call you her daughter-in-law which made both of you feel weird all over again, but thankfully you weren’t spending much time with ramonda so it hasn’t got the chance to spoil your relationship again.

everything was pretty good.

maybe besides the signals you two unconsciously sent to each other anytime you were in a room together. of course none of you noticed the signals that were coming from you, but from the other side… let’s just said you weren’t disguising this. that’s the safest way to describe it.

when the kind died you were the person shuri came to with all her sadness. you were her shoulder to cry on and you couldn’t been more happy about it. you were there for her anytime she needed you and to be honest it grew you more closer that before.

everything was going pretty well again, until t’challa’s death.

this event had worsen everything.

her brother was the most important person in her life. like it was clear there was no one even close to his place in her life. and suddenly he was gone.

you tried to offer shuri as much support as you could but this time it didn’t work. she just locked herself up in the lab and didn’t come out of it for the longest time ever. it was understandable, but also very worrying. you tried everything in your way to just break her out for a bit but it didn’t work.

well, not till one day.

you and shuri grew apart a lot but your connection was still strong. to your surprise not doing anything to make it better didn’t mean it has gotten worse.

finally, after almost a year shuri started to normally talk with you. like the old shuri you have known your whole life.

and everything was going good all over again.

well,

till the day her and okoye went on a mission to find a genius, a scientist who constructed the machine to define vibranium.

when you learned that shuri was taken by the people of this ‘namor’ you felt powerless.

thankfully, the queen made contact with nakia who have woken up the hope in you once again.

you and her were all day and night planning the mission to rescue shuri and probably that other girl from wherever they can be kept in.

finally, the day has come and everything went smoothly, well maybe besides the fact that this mission has angered the ‘namor’ himself, but you couldn’t care less to be honest. shuri was once again with you and she was even more than fine. nothing could change that.

coming back to wakanda shuri immediately went to her lab and you did the same. you felt like you needed to tell her how much you worried about her and that you couldn’t imagine losing her. you knew it will probably make her uncomfortable again but at this point you just needed to get it off your chest.

the two of you were the only people in the lab, cause of the late hour. she got to her stand and literally immediately started working on something you weren’t sure what that was. you needed her attention but it wasn’t looking that she was going to give it to you. so, you decided to just grab it. literally.

you stand behind her, your hands on your hips. she wasn’t looking at you or she was just simply ignoring you. you weren’t quite sure.

“can you look at me?” you asked in a stern tone. she let out a deep breath but hasn’t took her eyes off the table. you came one step closer to her.

“i need your attention.” you said hardly and she rolled her eyes at you. another step closer.

“shuri!” you raised your voice which finally got her attention, well a bit of it. she turned her head to you and realised how close you were. two steps more and your body would literally fully connect with hers.

“i’ve had enough. if you won’t look at me now don’t expect to see me in another few days.” you said being desperate. you took another step and was standing almost at her back. shuri rolled her eyes again but quickly turned around. the sudden movement changed your position a bit and now, the two of you were maybe ten centimetres away or so.

“what?” she asked and look at your lips for a moment only to find your eyes almost immediately after.

“i was scared.” you said and she had an expression you couldn’t fully understand. “i was scared something has happened to you. scared that i might not see you ever again, and believe me i wouldn’t want to live in a world where i lost you.” you said and shuri’s sight softened a bit. “i don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything again, but i can’t loose you. ever. i would say not before something but to be honest, that’s a stupid thing to say. i can’t loose you.” you said and shuri didn’t catch the whole meaning of you sentence.

“you didn’t loose me.” she said softly. “i’m still here, standing right in front of you.” she added with a little smile.

“but i could’ve lost you! and i don’t know what i would do.” you confessed and shuri was looking at you with this unsure look.

“why do you care so much? like really?” she asked which took you by surprise. “i get we are friends our whole lives and that i’m the most important person to you, as you said, but is that really all?” she asked and you saw that glint in her eyes. well, it’s now or never you thought. here goes nothing.

“no, it’s not all.” you confessed again and she was looking at you even more curious now.

“then what is it?” she asked and you just didn’t know what to answer.

so you kissed her.

you moved one step closer to her and gently connected your lips. it was only a quick peck, not even giving her the time to kiss you back. you pulled away almost as quickly as you pulled in and closed your eyes, waiting for her to hate you.

what you haven’t seen was the smile that formed at shuri’s face. she was smiling the way she hasn’t for so long. the way she was smiling when she was a kid.

shuri chuckled and you slowly started to open your eyes. but in this exact moment she kissed you. it was also a peck and this time you haven’t got the chance to react. she pulled away but connected your noses.

“now i get it.” she said, smiling to you. you rolled your eyes her playfully. your hands almost immediately found her face and pulled her in for a kiss. a proper one this time.

her hands wrapped themselves around your waist bringing you even closer to her, closing any gap that was left between the two of you.

her lips moved in sync with yours and you actually couldn’t believe that it was really happening.

you started thinking about that time when she was distancing herself and you finally understood that it wasn’t because of you and your feelings, it was because of her.

this gave you another rush of happiness and you just couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. shuri feeling this gripped your waist a bit tighter and used a moment of your distraction to slip her tongue into your mouth.

let’s just say, this day you weren’t complaining about spending the night in the lab.

#request #shuri #mcu shuri #shuri request #shuri imagine #queen shuri #shuri fic #shuri x reader #black panther request #shuri black panther #black panther shuri #black panther wakanda forever #black panther imagine #black panther #shuri fluff

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maxiroff · 1 year

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Interrupted meeting ~ Natasha Romanoff

Summary: What happens when your wife needs help releasing when you’re in a meeting?

Paring: Sub!wife!Natasha x Dom!wife!reader

Word count: 1182

Warnings: Kinda bad writing, smut, phone sex, dirty talk, fingering, mommy kink, very little degrading.

Note: This is my first post so it’s not really that good sense I have no idea of what I’m doing. And English is not my first language so there may be some spelling mistakes. Anyway hope you enjoy:)

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God it had been an exhausting day and all I wanted was to be with my wife Natasha. I couldn’t even call her because I’ve been stuck in meetings all day. Sure we were able to text but it’s just not the same. Just to be able to hear her raspy voice right now would give me the strength to go through the last meeting of the day. Unfortunately for me though, I'm gonna have to live without it.

The meeting was just about to start and people started piling into the meeting room. I could feel my phone ringing in my pocket and decided I had just enough time to answer it before the meeting.

Wifey❤️

Hi baby just wanted to tell you I miss you and I can't wait before you get home.

Hi my love I miss you too. What are you up to?

Wifey❤️

I'm just laying in bed watching a movie, what about you?

Well I'm just about to have another boring meeting. What movie are you watching?

Wifey❤️

Fifty shades of grey ;)

Well baby have fun with that I can't talk anymore the meeting is starting. Love you and I can't wait to see you back home🥰❤️

I put my phone under my thigh so no one would see it and it wouldn't disturb the meeting. I look up only to be met with the glaring eyes of my colleague Grant. He thinks he's better than everyone and I know for a fact that he’s jealous of my wife.

I could feel my phone vibrating under my thigh several times and I could feel the eyes of the people sitting next to me. I started getting annoyed by my phone and decided to look at it under the table. I could see several texts from my wife including many attached images.

The first image was a picture of Natasha in our bed in a red see through bralette and a pair of matching panties.

The second attachment was a video in which I could see her taking off her bralette and she started to play with her breasts. Her nipples hardened as she pinched and twisted them with her thumb and pinkie. FUCK i could feel how my clit startet to throb.

Wifey❤️

I've been thinking about you all day. I miss you so much, miss you sucking and biting on my tits. I can’t wait till you get home and mark what's yours mommy.

Natalia, what do you think you're doing? You know you're not allowed to touch yourself without my permission.

Wifey❤️

I'm sorry mommy, I just couldn't help myself. I just got so horney watching the movie and then I imagined it was you and me and I just couldn't stop myself.

Image attached…

I opened the image and I could see her fingers started to travel from her breasts to down towards her stomach and under her underwear. Her hand started moving in circles and…

“Y/N, would you like to share with the rest of us what is so important on your phone.” Grant said with a smug grin.

“No, I really wouldn't.”

“Then I suggest you either put your phone away or get out of the meeting.”

"Of course, I’m sorry sir.” I was just about to put my phone away when I felt it vibrate.

Wifey❤️

Please mommy I need you I need to cum! I'm so wet for you I want your fingers in my tight pussy. Please mommy I can't cum without you!

Do you have any idea of how much trouble you’re in? You're such a needy little slut! Just couldn't wait until mommy got home.

My clit was throbbing and I could feel how my cunt was dripping through my underwear. I really need to get out of this meeting before I explode.

"Excuse me sir” Mr Robert locked at me annoyed.

“What now Y/N”

“I have a family emergency at home, is there any way I could get out of this meeting early?”

Mr Robert sighed “Fine you can leave now but you have to catch up on what we talked about tomorrow.”

I scramble up my computer and all my papers to leave. “ Thank you sir, I will see you all tomorrow.”

I rushed to get out the door and headed to the elevator taking me down to the garage. While I waited for the elevator to get down I decided to respond to Natasha.

God, I wished I could touch you! I would fuck you so hard you would forget your own name.

Wifey❤️

Please mommy need your fingers in me. I'm so close!

I heard the elevator ding signaling I was in the garage. When the silver doors opened I headed straight towards the car. The car fortunately had tinted windows and was soundproof so no one would be able to see or hear what should come next.

I hopped in the car and locked the door, I threw my things in the backseat and got my phone out from my back pocket before I unbuttoned my pants and pulled both them and my thongs down. I decided to call Nat.

Fuck baby, answer the phone when I call. I need to hear you!

On the first signal she answered and I could hear her hard and fast breathing through the phone. I slipped my hand down towards my clit and drew tight circles around it.

“Natasha,” I said. She answered by whining. Poor baby was so close she could barely talk.

I moved my fingers harder and faster over my clit and I could feel a building knot in my stomach.

“Fuck baby you’re so hot! I wish I could feel your pretty pussy clench around my fingers as I fuck in to you. Bet it’s so warm and wet just gushing for mommy. Isn't that right baby?”

Natasha whined

“Use your words if you want to cum baby” My fingers left my clit and wandered to my entrance and I pushed three fingers in. I felt my arousal dripping onto the car seat as I pumped my fingers in at a fast pace.

“Please mommy I'm so close, please let me come!” God I could feel my cunt clench around my fingers at her begging and I felt the knot in my stomach getting tighter.

“Yes, be a good girl and come with mommy. I'm gonna count to three and then you can come okey?”

“Please”

“One” I sped up my fingers and my legs started to shake. “Two” I added my thumb to stroke my clit and my whole body tensed. "Three! Ohhh fuck baby mommy’s comming!”

“Ohhh mommy” I could hear Nats legs thrashing in the sheets and I heard her moan loudly.

We stayed silent as we tried to catch our breaths.

“Thank you baby, I really needed that” I hear her say through the phone.

“Of course my love. But don't think you won't receive a punishment when I get home.”

#natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha smut #Natasha x reader smut #natasha romanoff x reader #sub!natasha #marvel #marvel smut

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gigglymarvel · 9 days

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From Strangers to Sisters

Final Chapter - Smiles Into the Sunset

We have decided to wrap up our series! We hope you’ve enjoyed it, we loved writing it ❤️

“I can’t believe we have to leave now...” Yelena commented as she sat down on the couch, full from the buffet they had. “It has gone so quickly.”

Wanda nodded as she sat on the other couch, sighing sadly. She had enjoyed her time with the three other women, and she felt that everyone was going to go their separate ways after this was all over, and this upset her a lot.

Kate flopped next to Yelena, "Almost as fast as you just ate that food," she chuckled but felt bittersweet about it too. The blonde rolled her eyes and shoved at her.

“Oh shush, the food was great, was it not?” Yelena asked, pouting and folding her arms. The brunette poked her side, "Of course it was," she giggled cheekily and then kept poking Yelena.

Yelena flinched, biting her lip as she wiggled away from her. “Y-yes so quit itâ€¦.”

Nat noticed Wanda's demeanour and sat next to her, "Hey, what's got you down sweet girl?" She asked as she put her arm around the younger woman.

“I don’t want to go” she whispered, biting her lip.

The redhead hugged the witch, "I know sweet girl, I'm not ready for it to be over either, but now we all know each other right?"

Wanda shrugged. “Yeah, but what if everyone just wants to go their separate ways? Then everyone will ignore my existence again.”

Nat hugged her even tighter, and Kate noticed Wanda getting emotional so she turned and hugged her too, tapping Yelena to do the same.

The Widow had an idea, and fluttered gently into Wanda's belly, "What if we make a promise hm? A swear that we all have to be here for each other and if anyone remotely forgets, needs cheering up or gets distant, we all wreck them?" She smiled fondly, "And you my dear Wanda need cheered up."

Wanda shrugged, covering her belly a little as she tried hard not to giggle. “M-maybeâ€¦” she murmured as she curled up a little.

Kate grinned, "C'mon Yelena! Let's get her!" And then helped Nat by shaking lightly into Wanda's ribs, making the witch squeal and curl up, shaking her head as she eventually broke into giggles.

The blonde rolled her eyes but understood why Wanda was so sad, she hadn’t felt this peaceful for a while, and she didn’t want to go back to her crazy life.

Nat smirked and poked Yelena's sides, "Lena," she winked, "Do you need tickled too?" She asked the blonde, who shook her head. “Nonoâ€¦”

"Are you suuuure?" Nat smirked and shook her ribs gently.

Kate fluttered up and down Wanda's belly, "Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo little witchy woooooo!" She teased, making Wanda giggle helplessly and curl up. “Nohoooo!”

"Awww there we goo Wands! We've got you see! No matter what you'll always have us, love andâ€¦" she grinned and pulled up her top to raspberry her sides, "Raspberries!!"

The witch yelped and squealed out, shoving her shirt down before Kate had the chance to do anything. “Nuh uh, none of those!” She protested as Yelena gasped and bit her lip. “I am positive.”

Kate chuckled, "If they don't tickle then why are you afraid, big bad witchy?" She asked, looking over at Nat, who grinned at her sister.

"Nah, you need the tickle monster!" The Black Widow announced spidered up into her armpits, causing the blonde to yelp and slam her arms down. “Nonono I do not need that silly thing.”

"No?' The redhead grinned and squeezed Yelena's sides just above her hips, causing her to yelp and hold her sister's hands away. “Found the spot?” The redhead asked fondly.

Yelena shook her head. “Nope, never, just looking at the time, we should get going?” She tried.

“Not till I find your smile,” she insisted. Yelena just groaned. “We have to goâ€¦”

“Then get up,” she giggled fondly at Yelena, who nodded and stood up. “There we go, we can leave now.”

“You still need to have your smile found," Nat smirked fondly.

Wanda tried to keep her cool. “Me? Afraid? I’m not afraid of anything.”

"Oh? Then why won't you let me raspberry you Wands?" Kate asked cheekily as the witch shrugged and folded her arms over her belly. “I am sure it’s too much effort for you”

“I'm like, an overgrown kid, it's no effort,” Kate smirked and bounced her fingers along the witch’s sides, smiling as Wanda whined and let out a few giggles. “Quiiiit!”

“I win!” Kate giggled fondly, making Wanda roll her eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

The raven-haired archer hugged the redhead fondly. “Ok, let’s go,” Wanda told her after hugging Kate back.

“But Yelena still needs to smile,” Kate said, pouting. Yelena just shrugged. "I am fine, it is time to go."

Kate hugged Yelena and nodded, “If you're sure.”

Nat rubbed Wanda's back, still with one hand on her sister, “Are we all packed and ready?” Yelena nodded silently as Wanda used her magic to float everyone’s bags back to the RV, taking one last look at their hotel suite sadly.

Kate frowned and then clung to everyone, “Hey, the trip is over but our relationships aren't!”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “That is the most cheesy thing I have ever heard you say, Kate Bishop.”

Kate grinned up at her, “Good!”

Nat laughed fondly, “Little Kate is right,”

Wanda bit back a chuckle. “So shall we all link arms and skip off into the sunset?”

Kate beamed at that, “YES!” But Yelena just face-palmed herself.

“She was being sarcastic.” She murmured and got into the RV.

Kate furrowed her brow for a moment, but then shrugged, “Well either way,” she smiled and followed Yelena, while Nat just chuckled, “Play nice you two!”

Yelena playfully shoved at Nat, squeezing Kate’s sides to put a smile on her face before getting comfortable on the top bunk bed that was in the RV, with Kate on the bottom and Wanda and Natasha curled up on a couch each.

The auto drive soon kicked in to take them all home, it didn’t take long for the drive to rock them to sleep, completely exhausted from their time away but feeling thankful that it happened. They built memories for a lifetime and a sisterhood they can always lean on.

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish!yelena #ler!wanda #ler!nat #ticklish!kate #ticklish!wanda

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❤️ Feature @mumubrix

Hey Everyone

Autumn vibes today. Beautiful autumn is in my area, but not as beautiful as the one shown in @mumubrix photo.

Where to start? The light - perfectly reflects the low autumn sun, it is sharp but at the same time draws contours beautifully and gives this unique autumn atmosphere. I really like the angle of the entire frame, the perfect 45 degrees, the orange tree is beautiful in the foreground, and the tiled floor gives a feeling of order and organization to the entire frame.

And finally, this minimalism - one leaf on the table, seemingly fallen, but perfectly arranged - everything that is most important comes to our attention right away (thanks to beautiful lighting) and allows us to slowly enjoy the rest of the frame.

Great example that minifig is not always have to be the main subject of the photo

Beautiful photo @mumubrix, - congratulations

As you all know we do not use IG hashtags anymore to search for photos to feature. It's just undoable in the new era of Social Media and the only way you can share your work is on our Discord where I invite you. It’s really simple

Till the next time, See yaaa

@archiminibricks

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Prom? - Jude Bellingham

Info: fluff, mild cursing, there might be some spelling mistakes in there 😬, fem reader and If you see ‘football’ just know it’s American soccer (I’m American but I didn’t feel like putting soccer anyways enjoy the story!!!)

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“I’m so tired” I groan. “You’re always tired y/n” my best friend Kaliyah says as she smirks. “Im not!” I exclaim. “You are!”. I roll my eyes and scoff. I begin taking my books out of my locker when Kaliyah taps my shoulder. “Bellingham to our left”. I look around us and there he was. The guy I’ve literally been in love with since 6th grade, it’s senior year. “So?” I asked. “What do you mean so? That’s your man right there y/n” she says as she lightly hits my shoulder. “Ow and he’s not my man!” I say. She rolls her eyes, “whatever”. I look at Jude while he passes us. He flashes that gorgeous smile at me and I almost collapse in the middle of the hallway. “You should ask him to prom” Kaliyah says. “Jude? No way!” I exclaim.

Jude was perfect, he was literally everyone’s dream man. He’s the captain of the boys football team, he‘s literally the smartest person in my class and he’s so so fine. I’ve loved him since we were in middle school but I don’t know if he feels the same way. Jude was that guy and I was just an ordinary girl. I mean I’m pretty and smart but I’m not on Jude’s level. Me and Jude were close from 6th to 10th but we grew distant junior year. I still think about him everyday, I wonder if he thinks about me. “Y/n..Y/N!”. I’m pulled back to reality from Kaliyah’s yelling and almost snapping my neck as I look at her. “What?” I asked, still startled. “We gotta go, we’re gonna be late to English” she says. I check my phone. “Oh shit!” I exclaim. We both rush to English, trying to make it through the door before the bell rings.

We make it right after the bell rings. “Kaliyah Reynolds, y/n l/n, you guys are late” ms. Nolan says as she puts in attendance. “By like one minute” Kaliyah whined. “Still late.” Ms. Nolan responds. “That’s why your husband divorced you” Kaliyah murmured. “What was that ms. Reynolds?” “Oh nothing”. I chuckle quietly. As me and Kaliyah went to sit down, ms. Nolan starts to announce something. “Okay class today we will be started a new group project”. The class cheers. “But I have already chosen your partners”. The class groans. She starts listing the pairs one by one. Everyone starts moving around to sit with their partner. She then gets to me. “Y/n, Jude, pair up” she says. I start grabbing my things till I see Jude start walking towards me. “Hey y/n” he says as he sits down in the desk In front of me. “Uhh hey Jude” I say nervously. He smiles. i knew this class was gonna be a long one.

after like two hours, class finally ended. i was heading out the door when i felt a hand on my shoulder. i turn back to see jude. "hey since were partners, we should get eachothers number" he suggested. "uh yea sure" i said as i whipped my phone out and quickly went to my phone app. jude chuckled at my actions. "cute" he says under his breath. "what?" i asked knowing i heard him clearly. "oh nothing" he says as he grabs my phone and puts his number into my contacts through the keypad. i smiled to myself. "anyways ill talk to you later y/n" he said as he handed me my phone back and left. i stood there frozen like i was a damn statue. "uh what was that?". i jumped. "kaliyah stop sneaking up on on me like that.” she just laughed and grabbed my arm so we could head to our next class and actually be on time.

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i layed on my bed, holding my phone up and looking at it. 'i should text jude' i thought to myself. i rolled over and decided to text him. as i went to find his contact, i noticed he put a red heart beside his name. i smiled.

me: hey jude! this is y/n!

i bit my lip nervously as i waited for a response

jude ❤️: hey y/n, how you doing? :))

heat rose to my face and i quickly covered it with my pillow while screaming into it. 'let me calm down' i said in my head.

Judes pov

unknown number: hey jude! this is y/n!

"hmm?" i hummed. "what is it?" my friend haaland asked. "nothing." i replied.

me: hey y/n, how you doing? :))

*seen*

my face scrunched in confusion. 'maybe she had to go do something' i thought to myself. "you good bro? youre real quiet" haaland asked. "yea im good" i reply laughing it off.

y/n 💕: im doing good, sorry for leaving you on seen lol!

me: youre good haha

"yo, imma call you later dude, i got something to do" i said to haaland as i stupidly smiled at my phone. "yea alright bro" he said rolling his eyes. "goodnight" i said. "night." he replied.

Your pov

me and jude texted all night. i was smiling so hard the entire time.

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"whyre you so smiley" kaliyah asks. "no reason" i reply as i get my books out of my locker. "bellinghams coming" she saysd. i look away from my locker and we make eye contact. "hey y/n" he says smiling. "hey" i reply giggling. he smiles then walks away. "um what was that?" kaliyah asks. "nothing" i reply trying to hide my smile. "girl there is obviously something going on, now spill. "okay so..". i told kaliyah everything as we headed to english.

"omg" she exclaims. i laugh. "now shh and dont tell anyone" i told her. she put her hand on her chest. "now yk i would never". we both laughed. "reynolds and l/n, both finally on time to class i see" ms. nolan says. we both roll our eyes and seperate ways. i go and sit in the open seat next to jude. "hey" i say while smiling shyly. "hey" he replys smirking.

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a few days have past and me and jude have become closer than ever.

"so this is my home" jude says nervously as he opens his front door for me. as i walk in a younger boy who looks similar to him greets me. "hey im jobe, judes brother" he says as he holds his hand out for me to shake it. "im y/n" i reply smiling and shaking his hand. he smiles wide. "youre really pretty. if you and jude dont work out yk-" "thats enough." jude says interrupting him. i laugh. "thanks jobe". he smiles at me then sticks his tongue out at jude. jude sighs. "lets go upstairs to my room" he says as he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs.

we get to his room and settle on the floor infront of his bed. we then start back up on our project. "okay so did Abraham Lincoln have any kids?" jude asks. "boy idk" i laugh as i glue down pictures on the poster board. he chuckles. after that we were just working silently, it was a good silent though. that silence was soon interrupted though. "so uh y/n, prom is coming up" jude starts. i nod, still working on the poster board. "you going with anyone?" he asks. "no why?" i say looking up at him. he then gets up and turns on his speaker. best part by h.e.r ft daniel ceaser started playing. my eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he started singing. jobe bursted into the room and started singing and dancing with him. he had the most horrific outfit on, flamingo glass, red top hat, fake mustashe and long shoes on. i started laughing as i clapped my hands to the songs beat. jude then whipped out some random glasses and started singing louder. i almost cried from laughing so hard. "if life is a moviee then youre the best part" jude sang as he got down on his knees in front of me. i tried to hold back my laughter. "will you go to prom with me y/n l/n?" he asks as jobe holds up a poster saying 'prom?' in the background. "yes! yes!" i exclaimed as a leap forward to hug him. we all laugh.

"why did you choose that song though?" i asked jude once we calmed down. "well you told me it was your favorite song, sophmore year." he replied. "i did?"

“What’s your favorite song?” Jude asked as we headed to math. “Uhm I have so many but maybe ‘best part by h.e.r” I replied.

“Ohh i did” i said smiling at the memory. My smile then turned to a frown.“Why did you stop talking to me after sophomore year?” I asked. “Oh um” Jude started nervously as he looked at jobe to somehow back him up. “Nope.” Jobe said as he rushed out the room, leaving you two alone. I looked at him, desperate for an answer. He sighed. “I stopped talking to you because I started falling too hard for you.” He said. The tension in the room started to thicken. I didnt say a thing. He looked at me once he realized I wasn’t saying anything. “Y/n, say something.” He pleaded. Instead of saying something, I grabbed him by his face and kissed him. The kiss was rough but filled with love. We kept kissing as we got up off the floor. We then separated. “I love you y/n” “i love you too Jude.” We both giggled as he picked me up bridal style and threw me on his bed. He then got on top of me and started planting little kisses all over my face. “Jude stop” I exclaimed as I laughed. “But I wanna show you how much I love you” he said. We stared at eachother for a second then bursted out in laughter. After that we finished our project.

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The next week was prom week, this is how it went

Monday:

Me and Jude presented and turned in our project. We got an A!

Tuesday:

Kaliyah tells me she’s going to prom with Jude’s friend aka haaland.

Wednesday:

Me and Jude go shopping with Kaliyah and haaland for prom.

Thursday:

Me and Kaliyah’s hair appointment.

Friday:

Double date with me, Jude, Kaliyah and haaland. Jude asked me to officially become his girlfriend.

Saturday morning:

Me and Kaliyah met up at my house to get ready

Saturday afternoon (present):

“I’m nervous” I say to Kaliyah as we enter the car to drive to Jude’s house to meet up with Jude and haaland. “What are you nervous for? We look good asf!” She exclaims. I laugh.

Your outfit:

Kaliyah’s outfit:

After 10 minutes of driving, we make it to Jude’s house. I go to knock at the door and once Jude opens it, his jaw drops. “Omg” he says, stunned. I smile nervously. His mom pops up from behind him. “You must be y/n, you are so gorgeous” she exclaimed. I laugh and thank her as she pushed me and Jude into eachother to take millions of photos. After a while, Haaland makes his way out the house and goes straight to Kaliyah. They kiss. “Awww” me and Jude say in Union. They roll their eyes. Jude then looks down at me. “You look gorgeous my love” he says while flashing that gorgeous smile. “You look great too babe” I reply. He laughed then gives me a quick peck on the lips. He then holds out his hand. “Shall we go my lady?” He says. “We shall” I reply while giggling and holding onto his hand

Jude’s outfit:

Haalands outfit:

Once we got the the party, it was great. Everyone was having fun and taking pictures. It was awesome. “Time to announce our prom king and prom queen” the principal says. We all wait impatiently. “Jude Bellingham and y/n l/n, get up here!” The principal exclaims. Me and Jude look at eachother in shock and laugh as we run up to the stage. Me and Jude then slow danced to glue song by beadoobee as everyone cheers for us and danced along.

After that me and Jude escaped from the party, heading outside. We stared at the full moon, taking in it’s beauty. Jude then pulled me by my waist, turning me to face him. “My queen” he says smirking. “My king” I say as I play with his shirt collar. He then pulls me into the most romantic, princess movie style kiss. It was magnificent.

#bestpromever

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THATS IT GUYS

TYSM FOR READING, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! :D

Songs that were mentioned:

#Spotify #football fanfic #football imagine #jude bellingham #jude x reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham one shot #prom #haaland x reader #jude bellingham smut

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kidney9-9 · 11 months

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Best Friends - Steve Rogers

Anonymous asked: Heyy! I saw that your requests are open, can i request a Steve Rogers x reader? I think it's a bit personal for me,it might be too self indulgent I'm sorry but please feel free to change anything. So basically i didn't have any friends, like zero friends till 5th grade. I used to eat lunch in school grounds, sitting in the corner or standing and eating as fast i could so I could get back to class. It didn't hurt back then cuz I didn't understand that nobody liked me but now i feel so much for little me. Even after i made friends later in life it didn't come to me easy, every 'bestfriend' i had didn't like me actually and just was with me for shits and giggles. So idk maybe reader makes friendship bands for all Avengers cuz she never had anyone to make them for and makes a bestfriend one for Steve. Everybody are surprised as it is a bit childish? And reader then tells them all about not having friends when young and maybe you can take that from there? A hurt comfort fluffy fic. Thank you so so much I'm really grateful of you!!! Maybe that'll help me come terms with this a bit. Thank you <3❤️

Hi anon I hope you enjoy! Thank you for sending this in and I hope you have some friends now! If you'd like, you can always send me a message and we can be friends :)

Steve Rogers x Reader [Platonic/Angst with Fluff] Warnings: Bullying Word Count: 3.1k

Aged 5 – Kindergarten

It was the first day of school for you. You started three days late because you were sick for the first three days of school. When you got to your class, you were introduced by your teacher with a kind smile and everyone in your class either cheered randomly or had been concentrating on something else since they were all kids.

“Now, you may take a seat anywhere you’d like, Y/n!” Your teacher stated, before getting on with the lesson about school rules. You sat down near the front, next to two other kids that looked friendly.

You tried your best to introduce yourself to them when there were a break, but the two ignored you and you sighed unhappily. You turned around to say hi to the kid sitting behind you, who made a mean face to you before yelling loudly, “You’re so stinky!”

You coughed surprisedly and shook your head at him. “No, I’m not! You are mean.”

You woke up from your dream – or more like a memory that your mind called up while you were sleeping. You frowned heavily as you recalled all of that memory, it was hard to think about. It always led you to being sad again and withdrawn, but you shook your head and stood up from your bed with a stumble.

“I’m not going to be sad today!” You declared to yourself in the mirror by your bed. You nodded at yourself and continued, “I have good friends and a best friend. It’s okay now.” You said it to your younger self.

You couldn’t help but feel bad for your younger self, feeling even angry that a kid had to go through that.

You remember all those days you stood in the corners of a room, waiting for recess to be over or for a break to end to get back to class. The worst times was when you had to eat by yourself and you’d end up rushing through your meal and trudging back to your classroom, waiting for what felt like hours to go back to class.

You remember all those pitiful gazes from teachers. But they never really did anything, so it was rude. You scoffed at the feeling of anger and sadness in your stomach and tried your best to push it away for today.

Then you recalled when you thought you found your first friend group. It wasn’t much of a group, more like two close friends and one or two other people who wandered about in the group.

They weren’t really your friends, not after what they did to you.

Aged 13 – Freshman Year

You sat down at the end of the table with your friends, grinning at them as you pulled out your lunch.

“Guys! Did you watch that show last night? They left it off with such a cliff hanger. It sucks.” You brought up. The two closest friends of yours looked up at you and bit their lips, glancing at each other.

“Why do you think we watch that show? It’s childish.” One responded with a snort. The other smacked your friend, shaking her head.

“C’mon, it’s a decent show… I mean, it has to be right?” She asked you and you nodded, frowning at the other friend.

“Yeah, it is. I thought you two said you watched it and would watch the last episode with me in two weeks.” You scoffed, crossing your arms together and feeling a bit insecure.

“Hm, I said that to get you to shut up.” The mean one said, and the other one let out a loud unexpected laugh.

“You can’t say that to her, it’ll hurt her feelings.” She muttered loudly enough that you heard it. You frowned, shaking your head.

“What are you guys even talking about?” You question, feeling your heart start to race with negativity.

“I only hang out here cause it’s funny. I mean, when I first saw you, I thought you looked really… uh, I shouldn’t say it. Depressed? Stupid? Something like that, so I decided to check you out and figured out I was right and you’re just a depressed kid that doesn’t know when to let go of things in the past. You still have those stuffed animals in your room from your childhood, it’s off.” The mean one rambled while the other was stifling her giggles.

You felt your heart drop.

“Yeah! I did the same thing, but you aren’t that bad. Don’t let those words hurt your feelings. It’s kind of pathetic – I mean, not in a bad way or anything. How do I say this? I kind of pitied you and thought I should try hanging out with you for humor’s sake.” The other one popped up.

You breathed in deeply, trying to forget what you just recalled.

Today, you wanted to make bracelets for your friends because you never got to do that before. You had found some beads in one of the spare rooms and some string to make friendship bracelets.

You found a little spot to start making them and soon found yourself concentrating on making specialized friendship bracelets. You were under a few blankets and had been propped up on a few pillows and held onto the string.

“Hey, what’s up?” A voice spoke up, causing you to lose focus and glance up. It was Natasha.

You grinned at her, “Hey, I’m making friendship bracelets!”

“Oh…okay, who for?” Natasha asked, confused.

“For all of you guys. You know, the Avengers.” You shrugged back, and Natasha blinked in surprise but nodded back.

“Here’s one for you! I made yours first.” You spoke up, picking up one of the bracelets. It had her name and a few of her favorite colors, including black and white with some bits of red. It matched her costume and personality, it was great.

She smiled as she took it from your hands. “Thank you, that’s really… kind but unexpected. Thanks again. I like it.”

“You’re welcome!”

You started the next bracelets after you finished the one that Natasha interrupted you making. She had walked away, smiling as she put her bracelet on her wrist. While she was walking away, she glanced back at you once and smiled again.

She was surprised by it. She didn’t expect to get a friendship bracelet from someone else on the Avengers, or any other adult. She thought they were for kids only, and it was quite childish but sweet.

When she walked into one of the meeting rooms, she found Steve and Tony standing there, talking to each other. Bucky was sitting down in one of the seats with his feet up on the table. She sighed at his actions, and he smirked as a hello to her.

“Get your feet off the table.” She spoke up as a greeting and Bucky rolled his eyes but took his feet off the table.

“Hey Nat.” Tony replied, while Steve nodded to her.

“Y/n is making some friendship bracelets right now for all of us.” Natasha told them.

“Excuse me?” Steve was confused, “Friendship bracelets?”

“Oh, don’t tell me you oldies don’t know what friendship bracelets are.” Tony snorted, but then added, “Huh, didn’t expect that from Y/n.”

“We had friendship bracelets back then obviously.” Bucky said to Tony, who shook his head and laughed.

“But why is she making them? That’s kind of childish.” Steve asked, noticing the bracelet on Natasha’s wrist. He walked over to her to take a look at it.

“I’m not sure, I didn’t really ask.” Natasha shrugged.

Back to you, you were finishing up the friendship bracelets, and you were just about done making Steve’s friendship bracelet. His was a special one, it had best friend written on the beads for him.

You planned on giving them all to each Avenger when you saw them, and you weren’t sure when that would be. Some of them weren’t here but a few of them were.

You texted the group chat, asking where everyone was, and it was dinner time, so they were all eating. They were all in the kitchen, sitting around the table, eating together.

“I saved you some!” Peter spoke up as you entered the room. You smiled at him and responded with, “Thank you.”

It was some classic spaghetti with a few pieces of toasted garlic bread.

“I made you all some friendship bracelets, if you’d like one!” You spoke up to everyone as you took a seat, and you held up some of the bracelets to show everyone.

Peter perked up at that, “I’d like one.” He responded almost instantly, causing everyone around the table to laugh at his excitement.

You nodded back to him as you handed him his specialized one with his name on it, with his Spiderman colors.

“Can I see mine please?” Bucky asked politely, looking towards you. You nodded again and handed him his bracelet, watching as his face lit up in joy.

“Thank you.” He murmured to you, and you smiled back.

“I have one for Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Wanda, Sam and Clint.” You said as you put your plate down on the table, then you sat down.

“That’s too bad that Bruce, Loki, Thor, and Wanda aren’t here.” Sam spoke up, “And thank you for making me one too.” He continued.

“For sure!” You replied, pulling his bracelet out. You pushed it over to him and he examined it and smiled back at you.

Then, you continued to give the rest out to Clint, Tony, and Steve. You watched as their expressions changed to happiness and surprise.

“Thank you, Y/n. This is kind of you.” Clint spoke up, putting it on.

“Yeah, it’s also a bit childish but I dig it.” Tony said, twirling it around his fingers.

A few of them stared at Tony for saying that, but you didn’t mind it.

“Why does mine look so different?” Steve asked, examining his bracelet.

“It’s a best friend bracelet. You’re my best friend!” You explained, adding on, “Uh, if you don’t like it, I can change it.”

“No, I like it, don’t change it.” He responded. He slid it onto his wrist and smiled.

You smiled back at him, relieved, “Are you sure?” You added.

“Of course!” He replied, smiling too. He looked happy with the bracelet but mostly everyone else looked confused.

“So, why did you make us these bracelets? Not meaning to be rude, but I’m confused why you made them.” Natasha asked, with Tony nodding along.

He continued, “Yeah? It’s nice and all, but it’s still sort of childish, and I want to know the reason why you made them. They’re cool though, don’t worry.” Tony looked so confused, it made you want to laugh.

“Well, back when I was a kid, I never really had any friends at all. No one to play with when I was a kid, even during school. I only got along with some people, but I never got close enough to be friends with them. Even if it seemed like I was going to be friends with them, they would make fun of me or something and leave. I never got the chance to make friendship bracelets when I was younger, and I’ve always wanted to. So, I made them now because I know you guys are my friends and I wanted to show my appreciation for you all.” You explained, looking down at your plate.

When you glanced up, everyone was silent but in awe, Tony was the one to speak up first, “I’m sorry, kid, but it’s true, you’ve got us now.”

“You’ll always be our friend, no matter what happens!” Peter said next, grinning at you.

“Yeah, if anyone ever gives you shit about it, tell me who it is, so I can teach them a lesson.” Natasha spoke up.

Steve was the last to speak, “I’m sorry you had to go through that as a kid. No one should have to go through that. I had that problem too when I was a kid, but I had Bucky by my side back then. You have us as your friends now though and I hope you know you can always come to me if you need anything or want anything. You’re my best friend too, Y/n.”

You smiled at all of them, feeling grateful. It was one of the best days of your life to know that you had all these friends by your side now. It was wonderful.

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