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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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Okay so this is kinda specific but can u please write like a one shot with Max or lando or oscar (u can choose) where the reader is in a previous toxic relationship and driver realises it by witnessing an altercation between them or whatever (idk u can come up with what the other person does to reader) and he defends the reader by stepping in between them and confronting the other guy...idk (they didn't meet before btw) and the reader is like appreciating him and he's like acting really sweet towards reader so they eventually get together... it can be just fluff too pls 🫶🏻 and i dont have a gender preference so idk if you only write for one gender but u can also choose that. you dont have to write this but i havent found one like it yet so yeah thats why i am requesting.Thank youu🫶🏻

Touch Her & You Die - Max Verstappen

I feel like this idea is very Max coded, so I'm going to go with him. Also, for anyone reading, obviously if the topic of toxic relationships hits too close to home. Don't read this. I do fully intend for a happy fluffy ending as always but obviously the toxic relationship is how it starts. I do sort of writer exclusively for fem!reader. I've got nothing against gender-neutral or male!reader but it's just not what I write.

Also I know the context behind this clip and I know it's from the taboo DTS but like idgaf, something about Max in this clip got me some type of way.

Max is not the type to chase a taken woman. But he may befriend her and get as close to her as possible without being someone who interferes with her relationship.

Y/n is happy in her relationship.

She works in F1 as one of the commentators every so often and she does a lot of media work for them. Her boyfriend is actually a mechanic for Red Bull.

Annoyingly, the couple seems pretty well matched. The same industry of work means they travel together, but she isn't in his way, they always seem happy together. He's sure he's heard rumours of them being a bit on and off, seeming to take breaks from the relationship but never really get involved in other people and they seemed to get back together fast enough because ultimately they were young but completely happy together.

Or at least that's what Max thought.

In fact had you told him this morning he'd be the witness and the one stepping in between the couple. He probably would've laughed and said you had to be speaking about another couple. Y/n and Davy were just...perfect.

But right now they're hissing at each other, getting progressively louder.

"I said to drop it, Davy." Y/n states, finally loud enough for Max to hear her from the pit wall where he was talking to GP.

"You're being ridiculous." Davy shoots back in frustration making Max perk up a little, mainly out of anger to hear Davy speaking to y/n while she looks near tears.

"I'm being ridiculous?" Y/n laughs coldly, disbelief making her voice heighten. "You-You-" Her gaze flicks around and she notices his expression grow stoney.

"We are leaving." Davy growls but in a moment of going to reach for her with what is obviously going an angry and hard grip on her, Max appears in front of him. His back to y/n and his own icy expression.

"Don't touch her." Max instructs with a tone that even earns attention from other teams since the Red Bull garage had fallen silent seeing Max move faster than his car to protect y/n who had flinched back in preparation to be grabbed before Max got there.

"Excuse me? That's my girlfriend." Davy scoffs looking around Max who doesn't take his eyes off the man. "Y/n, move. Now."

"She doesn't have to go anywhere with you." Max states then turning to y/n who has tears that have escaped. "You don't have to go with him. You can stay here if you want."

Y/n's voice catches in her throat which apparently angers Davy enough to reach around and finally grab her. Again Max acts in impressive speed, grabbing Davy's arm with enough grip that he lets go of her and ends up pushed back onto the ground.

"What the fuck you can't do that! I'll have you arrested."

Davy has never shown this side to him, clearly for a reason. But it's making the rest of the mechanics who all thinks y/n is a very sweet young woman who may have been helping to hide this side of her boyfriend this whole time. Whatever the tipping point, they hadn't seen this side to him before.

"I told you not to touch her." Max shrugs simply as Christian steps down from the pit wall.

"Might be time for you to leave for the day, Davy. We'll have a talk tomorrow when you've cooled off." Christian states earning what sounds almost like a growl from the man. "Go on."

There's a deafening silence as the man storms off, stomping his feet in a way that you might expect from a toddler.

"Alright, shows over." Christian calls out looking around the pit lane which kicks everyone into actually getting back to work.

Max turns around almost hesitantly. Y/n could absolutely not be happy that he stepped in, but instead when he turns around she falls against him in a hug that he returns without a second thought.

"Thank you." Y/n hiccups against him while he sighs hating that she's even crying over someone who clearly mistreated her, but not only that she's thanking him for helping her.

Eventually Max manages to get her into the Red Bull unit to get away from prying eyes and just to help her feel more comfortable.

"Are you ok?" Max asks wanting to check her arm which was definitely grabbed harshly. "Can I check your arm?"

"Oh uhh...I-yeah, yeah you can." Y/n nods seeming not to even think about it. Though when Max tugs the sleeve up her arm she does hiss a little and almost tugs her arm back from where his hand is gently holding her own. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise. I'm sorry it hurt." Max sighs looking almost hating that he didn't manage to stop her from being grabbed.

There's so dark red marks that will probably turn into bruises but nothing that he can really do. When he looks up at her it dawns on him that she has to be in a state of shock and her gaze has focused on something out the window.

Tears still stain her cheeks, her lip is still sort of trembling from her trying to keep her emotions inside while her breaths shake every time she exhales.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Max asks knowing that some people just need space.

"No." Y/n whispers then seeming to shake herself back into reality with some force. "Sorry. Oh my god, you have things to do. Go-"

"I have nothing to do." Max cuts in with a soft smile. "If you want me to stay then there is no problem with me staying.”

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles weakly before sighing and rubbing at her eyes. Another silence follows for a few seconds before she speaks, not being able to contain an explanation that she feels she owes to the man who just saved her. “I know it’s always stupid to say that I thought his temper would go away…he was always like that when it was just us. That’s where it started today, he told me I was getting fat and that’s why they hadn’t featured me in the broadcast this weekend.”

“I thought it was because eye had the…the f1 kids as commentators and they just had too many people.” Max frowns since while he might pretend he doesn’t know what’s going on. He is actually very much informed.

“That is why. But…I have gained some weight and Davy didn’t like that. He’d been on me about it for a while but I didn’t think would go this far about it.” Y/n murmurs, her eyes beginning to tear up again. “I guess I was really just being that fucking stupid.”

“You are not stupid, Y/n.” Max frowns shaking his head. “Anyone would’ve gotten caught up in that. The important part is that…you know you were and are always going to be better than being treated like that."

Y/n swallows thickly before she juts her jaw a little.

"We dated for 4 years, and we broke up 23 times...I think I should've seen the warning signs and actually listened to my gut about them." Y/n sighs making Max frown.

23 break ups is a lot of times. Maybe too many times for them to keep trying with each other. But he doesn't know what was going on behind the scenes at the end of the day. It's fairly obvious Davy was not accepting of moments he wasn't in control.

The next morning, Max found y/n asleep on the sofa in his suite. He'd insisted she not be alone tonight. Purely caring as a friend. He wants to make sure she is ok.

He managed to convince her to come to the paddock and upon arriving. They find Davy making his very angry and dramatic exit, presumably he had his "talk" with Christian and has been relieved of his job.

"This is your fault." Davy spits his whole body shaking in what is obviously a blinding rage.

"Mate, don't do this. I warned you yesterday." Max states as security begins to close in on them. "Leave with some pride intact and don't cause a scene."

It's clear the man is seething, y/n is certain he might even just have a heart attack. She's somewhat hidden herself behind Max's frame, hoping to remain safe from her position as security guides y/n out.

"He didn't need to lose his job."

"Christian won't let someone like that work in the team....and I would've insisted he leave anyway.' Max while they continue to walk through the paddock. "You have the right to feel comfortable around here and he would've made you uncomfortable."

Y/n smiles lightly before she swallows thickly.

At some point during the day, y/n is stolen from Max's company in a moment of the marketing girls crowding her and passing on their sympathy.

"Thank you for getting rid of him." Max states as he speaks to Christian.

"It's not as if we're taking a massive loss without him." Christian shrugs then looking over at y/n who is walking through the paddock with a couple of women. "I hope you're going to take this opportunity and use it."

Max remains silent, jaw locked and mouth pressed firmly closed. He doesn't talk about his fondness for y/n so Christian calling him out means he may not be as subtle about it as he was hoping he had been.

The following races, y/n seemed to settle into a new norm of being single. Despite quite a few employees within the teams and F1 were obvious about their interest in her, but she seemed to ignore them.

However, she finds herself more and more drawn to Max's side. He still lets her sleep on his sofa, and whether it's intentional or not he's building her confidence back up from where it had fallen so hard.

Fans had also started to notice the two growing very much closer and closer to each other. With not a mad person about it. Y/n is a fan favourite when she speaks as a commentator. They had noticed her whole personality brighten and she's started to look healthy with a glow about her since the break up.

The interaction between Max and Davy with y/n did make some headlines. The story being gossip within the paddock and managing to gain some attention.

Eventually y/n manages to make her way back to Max.

"Hi." Y/n smiles brightly as Max immediately directs his attention to her.

"Hello." Max greets before noticing that there's definitely something that y/n came over to say. "Whatever you have to ask or talk about. Just say it because you're awful at hiding something being on your mind."

"I think...it's about time I repaid you." Y/n states making Max raise his eyebrows. "Could I...Could we...I want to take you to dinner?"

"Like a date?" Max asks not giving away if he'd like that or not and she immediately looks nervous about it so he speaks up again, settling her nerves. "Because I was going to ask you later if I could take you on a date. Dinner sounds good to me."

Y/n beams with a mixture of joy and relief.

"Ok, I'm going to go look for the best restaurant I can find that doesn't make you like have to break your diet." Y/n grins then moving back in excitement while Max clears his throat.

"Y/n, what time would you like to go?"

"Oh right! Oh uhh...when do you think you'll be free?" Y/n laughs clearly still a little nervous as she speaks. "Would 7 be too early? Maybe 8?"

"We could meet in the middle. 7:30?"

"Yeah. That works perfectly." Y/n nods then moving up with some built up confidence and kissing his cheek before nearly fleeing the scene while Max sort of feels his face flush a little.

Max knocks on y/n's door since despite her sleeping on the sofa's in his suites she does actually have a hotel room paid for wherever they go, hearing her yell from inside, he rocks on his feet a little as he waits.

When the door flies open, Max smiles seeing her in a short white dress, her feet adorned in some strappy heels that wrap around up her ankles, a little pale yellow shoulder bag with a silver necklace and earrings.

Her make up is sparkly, glitter on her eyes and glossy lips. Hair is slickly half up and half down perfectly showing her face rather than hiding it.

"You look beautiful." Max croaks out in a moment of awe seeing her.

He's never really one to have his confidence knocked, especially with the season he's been having. He has to admit the ego inflation of his winning streaks and the windows from even P2.

"You look beautiful too." Y/n smiles while stepping out, checking she has everything she might need in her bag.

During their walk to the foyer, Max manages to link their hands with her latching onto him as if it's lifeline.

The whole drive to the restaurant, she is directing him since she did choose the restaurant and he is a little surprised that it's not some massively expensive, big flashy place. It's quite quaint but seems still like a place he'd trust to make food and not make him ill.

Being a gentleman he makes sure to pull out the chair for her before tucking it in as she sits down. When they sit looking at the menu, Max can't help letting his gaze flick to her. This feels almost surreal and he isn't sure if he needs to be pinched to check that he's not dreaming.

The date triggered a new comfortability between them. Y/n and Max are all over each other, both in public and alone.

"No...I'm so tired." Y/n whines as Max tries to ease her awake.

They're back in Monaco and the jet lag has literally knocked y/n off her feet. It's afternoon and she's slept long into the day with Max having left her to sleep through the morning but he knows she'll never adjust quickly if she's sleeping the day away like a cat in the sun.

She's actually cuddled up with his cats and has the curtains pushed back to she afternoon sun is shining down on her. Warming her tot he perfect temperature to just doze in.

"Y/n, you have to wake up. Come on." Max laughs gently rubbing her back while she groans only trying to dig herself further into the sheets. "If I have to pick you up and drag you out this bed, you know I will."

"Max...please. The cats and I are sleeping-bonding. We are bonding." Y/n whispers as if not to disturb her napping companions before she lifts her hand. "Join us."

"You make it sound like a cult." Max states, though he finds himself moving to lie down with her arm moving to go around him as a satisfied smile settles on her lips since she is counting this as a score under her name.

Truth be told, if there's one thing they've both came to realise. It's that Max will absolutely do anything that gets a smile from her. For everyone else, it's no surprise. For y/n it's just something she loves and for Max it's part of how their relationship works.

The last thing he'd ever want is for her to feel anything negative, especially since she's told him more about just how bad things were between her and Davy. She opened up and trusts him, which means more to Max than he would admit to anyone beyond his inner circle.

They end up spending the whole day lazing in bed with the cats till y/n's stomach grumbles and Max demands for them to get up just to get something to eat. Which she does finally agree to. Some people might say it's a waste of time off or a waste of a day to sleep and eat as how they spend the day.

But Max would give up his career if y/n said she would too and they could spend the rest of their lives living every day exactly like this one. Cuddled up, with the cats, dozing in the sun and just loving each other's company.

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kishibei · 1 year

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GUYS MY AGE ...

dilf! toji x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.6k words

summary: toji loves everything about his younger girlfriend, all except the overly friendly relationship she has with his son. to curb his unspoken fear of losing you, you fuck him.

cont: jealousy, possessive language, affectionate toji, missionary, mating press, no resolution, creampie per usual

Toji loved your body; he could never fight that little nagging thought sitting in the back of his mind— the one telling him to touch you.

Your boyfriend's hands were strong, holding a roughness that was tender in its own right— the honest pads of his fingers hardened from years of dirty work.

His fingerprints were practically committed to your memory, each one just a little different from the next. Uneven swirls and ridges winded into each other; tips tacked with scars and deeper indentations from his gunslinging days.

You could feel them all when he walked his hands down your body; even more so when he had you spread open across his thighs, teasing you with just a couple of fingers.

...

Toji appreciated the softer parts of you and paid more attention to them. Your chest, your ass, and the slight pinch of your cheeks constantly reminded him of your youth compared to his— a youth that appeared long gone when you'd met his gaze now; thin black eyes adorned with crow's feet.

His eyes held a vision that was faraway, a distant kind of look he'd always given when he was upset about something. That stoney face he wore never failed to betray his emotions, bearing them on his sleeves despite his best efforts at swallowing them down. There was only one thing that could've been bothering Toji; the same thing that had been eating him up for weeks— his irrational fear of losing you.

Toji really had nothing to worry about when it came to keeping you to himself. You were a one man kind of girl, ignoring the advances of any others who set their sights on you. He often scorned your younger peers, making fun of them without second thought, especially taking joy in tormenting the very man who introduced you to himself: his own son.

...

His first and only, Megumi was beyond fit. Clever, agile, and full of much more life than he was; Megumi was the spitting image of Toji in his younger years. Their striking resemblance was never quite something he saw as a bad thing, at least not until he began to date you.

It was the spoils of his own labor he envied— so much younger and almost perfect for you.

With the kind of drive that came with youth, Megumi easily had a long list of goals he fought fiercely to achieve; ones that he was never really shy to let you know of. He was shameless in this right, not even trying to hide his willingness to impress you in front of his father.

Toji would have been an idiot to not notice his son's infatuation with you. Only a fool would've choosen to ignore the longing glances, the lingering hugs, how the younger man always managed to look away whenever his father kissed you.

At times your boyfriend wondered if you’d prefer someone who wasn't this much your senior, mumbling his insecurities into your chest when he thought you’d already fallen asleep at night.

You had loved him just as much as he did you; your heart swelling with an appreciation for all things Toji. So here in his lap, you humor him; giving him a small reminder of just who you belonged to.

The man had softened up over the years but his strength still remained, thick corded muscle staying firm beneath the thinning skin he had cursed so much.

You hardly blinked; watching intently as he fingered the hem of the shirt he was wearing, peeling it off slowly to expose his muscular chest. His pecs were adorned with light blue branches of veins that shone through his patinaed skin.

Despite how perfect, almost god-like he appeared in this moment, the sight reminded you of his humanity.

You're not sure of what exactly he did before he settled down with you, how many people he’d really killed, or the curses that followed him in his lifetime; but it was a reminder that blood still ran thick in those veins of his, and that they sustained the heart that bled only for you.

“I love you…” he whispered, the sudden confession making you laugh. A giggle bubbled up in your throat before bursting forth into the air, a sound reminiscent of wind chimes escaping your lips. It was an infectious thing, lifting the corners of Toji’s lips to form a gentle arc that stretched from cheek to cheek.

He's impatient when he tugs your jeans off, not even bothering to remove his as he opens his fly just enough to pull his heavy cock out. You know he’s hard despite the fact it barely stands erect, his leaky head bowing under the weight of the rest of him.

You can't help but lick your lips as you stare down at it, eyes already lidded with hazy vision as he grips onto the base, slipping into you without much of a fight.

A shaky breath leaves Toji's lips as he settles in, hissing at how your hole flutters, already clamping down on him.

"Shit..” he sibilates, “so fuckin’ wet for me…”

The words seem to go straight to your pussy as you clench around him, whining a bit from the praise and the mind-numbing feeling of him sinking into you.

He’s so big, he knows he is. Toji’s fully aware of how he fills you to the brim, how deep he reaches, practically prodding at your cervix as he lowers you down on him. He’s teeming with confidence now, pressing down on your tummy to show you just where he’s sure the tip of his length reaches.

“Mm, you feel that, baby?”

You blink slowly, trying to clear your head enough to find the words to respond. Pushing past little whimpers, you stumble over all the syllables you need. Deciding it's best to give up on speaking, you nod profusely, craning your neck to rest your head on his shoulder. Upon revealing your stupefied expression to him, he laughs like he always does; a low rumble that just drips in arrogance as it falls from his lips.

“That’s all me…” he purrs, deft fingers slowly caressing the rest of your body, stopping to squeeze at your soft chest.

His unyielding touch moves down to your legs; strong hands finding purchase on the back of your thighs as he practically folds you in half, pressing your thighs to your chest like nothing.

It's so much, and you can feel him even deeper now, every inch of him plunging into you at a disconcerting pace. You squeal as he pounds into you sloppily, pressing messy kisses to your cheeks, the tops of your ears, down the expanse of your neck, and just about every bit of skin he can get his lips on from this angle.

He loves you, this you know. And even if he hadn't said it earlier, the way he’s fucking you says it all.

“Ooohh, shit Toji!” you sputter, eagerly bouncing on the man’s lap as you try to match his thrusts. Your body shakes with the force of each pump, moaning wantonly as he slowly drags his cock out of you, ramming it back in your dripping hole again and again.

You seem to be growing dumber by the second, incoherent babbles and whines leaving your lips as he fucks the shit out of you. If you could focus on one thing, you would; but your eyes shift everywhere, rolling into the back of your head before meeting with the place where your bodies connected, watching in a trance as Toji’s thick cock disappears into your sopping wet cunt.

Toji grunts, his hips bucking wildly as he clings to you tightly, your back against his broad chest as he uses the force of his pounding to bounce you on even harder than before. He grits through his teeth, eyes shutting hard before they open again, his lips at your ears as a string of expletives leave them.

“Fuckin’ hell, ease up, you’re squeezin’ me…” he strained, jaw clenched so tightly that it looked like it might just break.

Toji looked like he was reeling, so close to the edge but still holding on, trying to push you over yours before letting himself go.

“Fuck…whose pussy is this?" he panted, chewing on his bottom lip as he tried keeping his pace, his hips stuttering as he got closer to finishing now.

You couldn’t answer, mouth preoccupied with moan after the next as you tried anyways, babbling at him like an idiot.

“Mmngh! Y-yours! Yours, right?!"

It was difficult to even answer him straight, just saying anything, you jumbled up the first few words that floated into your hazy mind.

Toji laughed, taking in a shaky breath as he kept going, pulling your legs back even further as he slammed into you with a force that was overwhelming.

"Mine… all fuckin’ mine, you hear?!"

His pace was grueling and you were surely at your limit, crystalline tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he fucked you. Your skin felt like it was on fire, a deep familiar knot in the pit of your stomach just threatening to break.

“I hear! Hear you, Toji!" you yelped, mouth hung open in a perpetual 'O' as you teetered over the edge, right at the cusp of your orgasm.

“I can't! Can’t take any more, please!"

Toji amused you with a crooked grin, using his rough fingers to circle your puffy clit, the extra stimulation giving you just what you needed. You came with a cry, electricity coursing through your veins as you moaned wantonly, gushing around him with a shudder.

The force of your orgasm sent Toji straight into his own, groaning loudly as he emptied himself inside you, filling you to the brim with thick spurts of cum.

He huffed, chest heaving as he kissed you messily, slotting his tongue into your mouth just before he pulled away to speak.

“You’re so good… but just for me, yea?"

He pressed his lips against yours again and the corners of your mouth turned up in a satisfied smile, loving when he got like this. Toji grew soft, cuddling up to you as he slipped out of your cunt, a runny mix of both his and your fluids dripping onto his lap.

“Only for me…”

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pit-and-the-pen · 3 days

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Unrequited Love

A/N: I had to get to the airport to return a rental car like 5 hours early so I’m so sorry for the pure amount that I’ve been posting today but as a socially awkward girly, if I’m on my own phone then for sure no one is going to talk to me.

Anywho here is some angsty angst about day court!reader and Azriel.

Part 2: Here Alt Ending: Here

Forgive any typos I wrote this on my phone.

Warnings: none

WC-1.4K

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My blood was boiling beneath my skin. Azriel has been complaining for the better part of an hour about Rhys gag order regarding Elain. I was trying not to roll my eyes as I had reached my wits end with his lamenting.

“I just don’t understand why he needs to meddle in this. I get she’s Feyre's sister but he doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. “I just can’t help but think that sometimes the cauldron gets it wrong.”

His words were spoken so plainly. Anger wanes for a second as I swear I could feel my heart break inside my chest. The words seemed to echo in my head Maybe the cauldron gets it wrong. I almost would have rather had him carve out my heart with truth teller.

“What do you think?” He asks me and I sit reeling over his words. I can’t think of anything to say to him. The comforting words I would normally have for him can’t get past the anger starting to cloud my vision. So I simply shrug, avoiding the question. Desperately trying to change the subject.

“So this new book I’m reading…”

“Oh c’mon.” He interrupts me. “I know you have something to say. And I trust your advice more than anyone else. There isn’t anyone else I would rather talk to about this.” His eyes softened as he looked towards me. Instead of melting under his gaze like I normally do, red bites at the edge of my vision.

“I think you should leave her the hel alone.” My tone is not gentle. He freezes.

“What?”

“She has a mate already. And regardless of if you think the cauldron got it right. Lucien is the one mated to Elain,” I tried to keep my voice neutral. “And Lucien is a wonderful male who has been through a lot of shit. He deserves someone as sweet as Elain, if she ever comes around. You should stop meddling.”

His mouth opens, when no words come out, he closes it again. You see the muscles in his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth.

“What has gotten into you? When did you become Lucien’s spokesperson?” He spits at me. His face starts to get closer to mine as he leans over the table, slowly starting to rise to his feet.

The sane part of me is telling me to stand down. That one of the most powerful warriors in all of Prythian was starting to get angry at me. My mate was starting to get mad at me. But I would not cave under his intimidation.

“I became his spokesperson when you showed no respect for him. Or for Elain.” I noticed I was starting to get to my feet. “What about what she wants? She doesn’t owe you anything more than she owes Lucien. Rhys told you to stay away from a girl you feel entitled to and now you want to mope like a petulant teenager. Grow up Azriel.” He flinches before something stoney sets in his eyes.

“At least I’ve actually told her how I felt. What about you?” My stomach drops into my knees. “Sitting and pining over the same person for a century.”

“You knew?” My voice was nothing more than a whisper. This was not happening. I should have left when I had the chance.

“It’s not like you tried to hide it. I thought at some point you would get the hint that it wasn’t going to happen but yet there you always were trailing behind me like a sad little puppy.”

My hands on the table started to glow faintly. My anger was finally breaking through the surface.

“You asshole. You stupid Illyrian bastard.” The smirk that graced his face fell instantly. “After everything that I’ve done for you, you want to use my feelings for you as some fucking weapon against me.”

Even I was surprised at the venom in my words but I was on a roll. “I sat by for five hundred years. I sat by as you pined over Mor, someone I consider my sister. I felt that bond go unreturned.” He completely froze at my words. Words I have never spoken out loud to anyone.

“Wait-“

“No. You get to hear this shadowslinger.” I pressed my finger to his chest and he stepped back like I had hit him. A small part of me wishes I had. But this. This right here is why Rhys kept me around. I didn’t need to throw a punch to put someone on their knees.

“I followed you around like a lost puppy and you loved it. Every second of it. I was stupid enough at some point to believe that it was because you felt it too. And I couldn’t get away from those feelings,could get away from you. Every time I tried I would damn near drive myself crazy and then you would smile or say some funny joke and I was right back to where I started.” I willed the slight shake in my voice to disappear. “You just wanted to feel important because the one you truly loved wouldn’t have even entertained the thought. Took other males into her bed, but not you right? So why not go for the next available thing. Me. Who cares if I got hurt? Who cares that I still fucking loved you through all of it? Not you clearly. You played me like a fucking fiddle and I played my part well.”

When I finally looked back up at his face I saw nothing but a shell of the male that stood in front of me. Even his shadows had retreated from his side. Looking down I realized they were sitting at my feet. I pushed down the glimmer of something I didn’t have time to think about at the sight.

“Please. Just stop.” He pleaded.

“Why? Because it hurts to hear? Fuck you. “And you think that didn’t hurt me too?” I watched him pale. “You didn’t think it killed me to feel that empty weight in my chest every time I looked at you. Everyday that I waited and wished that you would feel that stupid bond I’ve had to live with for the last two centuries.”

He gasped at my words cutting me off

“You never told me about that. I just thought it was… I don’t know… I thought it was a crush like how I felt with Mor”

A muscle in my jaw ticked. “I shouldn’t have had to! The whole point is that you feel it too. Bonds aren’t supposed to be one sided but for some gods unknown reason, you didn’t,” I felt the anger really starting to boil over.

“Every time I heard you rambling on and on about how perfect Mor was, about the females you took into your bed. I sat by all of it, for what? Three sisters for three brothers?!” I was screaming now, my hands shaking by my side

“What happens when she’s all fixed up too Azriel? When she feels this same thing I feel when she looks at Lucien. Onto the next one for me to hear about I guess . Always on the sidelines. Always the sweet face to come back to at the end of the day but never the one you want to be with.” I took a deep breath for the words about to come out of my mouth, steeling my nerves.

“I’m done. With this. With you. Fuck this entire gods damned city. I will not sit by and play second to whoever you deem worthy enough for the rest of my life.”

He held up his hand like he was going to reach up for me but the light that was glowing off my skin was warning enough.

“Where will you go?” Was all he had the nerve to say.

I let out a cold, twisted laugh. “Anywhere but here. Hel I could finally go home. Helion has

been asking me to come back for years now. All I know it will be somewhere where you can’t come and ruin another half a century of my life. Because that’s what you did. I wasted all this time on someone I knew wouldn’t love me. But I can agree with you on something, Azriel.” I paused long enough to see the hope in his eyes as he whispered “what?”

“That sometimes the cauldron does get it wrong.”

I walked out of that room with my head held high

#acomaf #acosf #acotar fanfiction #azriel acotar #acotar #acowar #azriel angst #azriels kinda dick in this one #I promise I love him but this popped into my head #azriel x reader #azriel x you #no happy ending #a court of thorns and roses #i make no apologies #well maybe a little

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dellalyra · 9 months

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𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 - 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺!𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴.

𝘊𝘞: 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺, 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵

part one

recommended listening:

The Search - NF

Waltz for Richard - First Aid Kit

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

It wasn’t a question for any of you.

These kids? They were staying.

No way in hell was Suguru letting those kids, sweet, good kids go to the fucking Zen’in estate to be ruined and brainwashed into the same thinking as the higher ups.

They settled in easily, Tsumiki enjoyed playing with Suguru’s hair, braiding it to match hers sometimes in the morning. Megumi definitely gravitated to you, a comforting presence, less extroverted than either of the boys. Satoru loved introducing them both to Digimon - which Megumi became enamoured with.

And then - one day when the kids were at school, and you and Satoru were at work - Suguru had a mission.

A village. A shitty village. The middle of nowhere.

Pathetic, weak, cruel people.

Two small, tiny and scared girls.

Two small girls, no more than 4.

Two small girls, in a fucking cage.

He came so close - so fucking close to just wiping the village out. He could have done it. He nearly did. There were only 2 reasons he didn’t.

Y/N and Satoru. He couldn’t, he couldn’t do that to you both. He couldn’t do it to himself.

He finds himself grateful this didn’t happen 2 years ago. Because then he would have followed through.

Without hesitation.

He hauls both girls into his strong arms, and leaves the town with a warning that if something like this happened again - he would be back, and he wouldn’t be alone.

The terrified girls slept soundly as he transported them back to the house. He opened the door, and softly kicked it shut behind him.

“Suguru? Is that you? ‘Toru and I are about to start a movie - I made pop-” Your voice carries from the kitchen as you round the corner and the plastic bowl of popcorn clatters to the ground at the sight before you. Two small girls, one curled up in each of your boyfriend’s arms. Suguru looked exhausted, and there was something in his eyes that was rare to see - fear.

Satoru came skidding around the corner at the sound of the bowl falling, clad in one of Suguru’s hoodies and basketball shorts. He stops in his tracks right beside you.

“Holy shit.”

“They were in a cage.”

“What?” You whisper.

“The mission. They - they kept them in a cage.” He stuttered, voice laced with raw fury.

“Suguru, baby, give me the kids. I’ll lay them down on the sofa. ‘Toru?” You say as you take a tiny girl in each arm, they were so small. Not the size a 5 year old should be.

“I got him, princess.” Satoru says, turning to Suguru who is stoney faced.

“C’mon, baby, let’s go to the kitchen.” Satoru says, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and pulling him into the kitchen to sit at your cosy table.

Suguru sits, elbows resting on knees and hair falling in inky tendrils down around his face. Satoru kneels in front of him, between his knees as he lets him breathe for a moment. The last time he saw Suguru like this was after Riko, the darkness in his eyes reflected what he felt inside.

You walk back into the room, having put the sleeping girls down, wrapped in blankets on the sofa.

You sit on the table beside Suguru, and exchange glances with Satoru.

“Suguru, what happened?” You ask, gently as possible.

You hear a deep breath.

“The village. The curses they had, weren’t curses. Just two little girls, they were scared of them so they locked them in a fucking cage. I couldn’t - I couldn’t leave them there. I - fuck, Satoru, Y/N - I… I nearly killed them. The village. All of them. I was ready to burn that place to the ground.”

The shake in his normally languid voice startled you and Satoru. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your chest as you press kisses to the top of his head and Satoru wraps his arms around his middle and kisses his cheeks.

There’s 3 of you, and 4 kids now. It took some discussions and figuring stuff out - but you all believed the twins should stay with you. Megumi was 6 now, Tsumiki was 8, the twins newly turned 5. At 21, you never expected to be mother of 4 but you wouldn’t change it for the world - not when you had the two best dads by your side.

It took Suguru a few weeks to shake the feeling from the village, but the twins soon came to be known as two balls of sunshine. Megumi took some time to warm up, but about 6 months later acknowledged them as his sisters, Tsumiki was just happy to an even bigger family.

Figuring out the legalities was tricky, when you all decided to adopt the kids formally. Eventually, you decided that Megumi and Tsumiki would be legally you and Satoru’s kids, and the twins would legally be Satoru and Suguru’s. Having the Gojo name as backing would ensure a level of safety for each of the kids, so that was decided from the get go.

The twins insisted on sharing a room, which was fine by you - so they stayed in the room next to Tsumiki. They were just old enough to start school, so you enrolled them at the same school as the older two. Megumi immediately went into protective big brother mode and more than once you were called in because he beat up some kids being mean to his baby sisters.

However one day, you were called in with Satoru and Suguru and told that Nanako and Mimiko had beat up some boys who wanted to fight Megumi. The three of you barely contained your laughs when you found out that your two now 7 year old girls beat up 5 10 year old boys with ease.

As the kids grew up, they started to ask questions about the family. So you came up with your answer. You and their dads had so much love that you all decided that you would use that love to be with each other, because you all made each other happy. You loved Suguru and Satoru, Satoru loved you and Suguru, Suguru loved you and Satoru. Then, because you guys loved each other so much - it grew even more love, and that’s where the four kids came in. It wasn’t always easy, having four kids under 10 in the house, but with there being 3 parents (and a usually semi tipsy aunty Koko in the living room) it was easier.

It was never even discussed, but Satoru somehow became Papa to everyone and Suguru became Dad (daddy had been off the table, because that’s what you called him).

One night, Suguru was cooking a meal for you and Satoru. The girls were having a slumber party with Utahime and Aunty Koko, and Megumi was having a nature documentary evening with Uncle Nanamin having vehemently declined the offer of joining the slumber party with the girls.

You three sat and ate, laughed and chatted and then went to snuggle up on the sofa with a glass of wine each.

After an hour or so, Satoru left to get a top up for everyone.

But when he came back, it wasn’t wine in his hands - but two small blue velvet boxes.

You clasped Suguru’s hand as you gasped and he whispered the white haired man’s name.

“This isn’t half as flashy as people would expect from me, but neither of you like flashy - plus, it only felt right for this to be just for us. Nothing we’ve done has been normal, from day one, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When Y/N and I first started dating, I never thought I could love a person as much as I loved her - until I realised that I was ridiculously in love with you too, Suguru. When Y/N and I realised we loved each other, and you - and you loved us back - any infinity or infinite void would never compare to that feeling of having you both by my side.” He kneeled down on one knee in front of you both, as you sat up with Suguru’s arm around your waist. “Y/N. Suguru. Will you both do me the honour of promising to spend the rest of your lives doing stupid shit and annoying the hell out of everyone together with me, and each other?” You couldn’t hold it in any more as you flung yourself at the kneeling man and pressed your lips to his, one had dragging your other love behind you as you said yes a million times. Your antique ring was accompanied by a plain tungsten black band for Suguru and a platinum one for Satoru.

The wedding was simple, you all married each other (that was tricky to organise) and had a classic, small and intimate reception at the rooftop garden in Tokyo.

The years passed, the kids became teenagers - 4 teens simultaneously was testing - Tsumiki and Megumi were easy enough, Tsumiki worrying both her dad’s endlessly with her popularity with boys and Megumi was easy going, just sullen and grumpy - but not that that was a change from when he was 6. The twins were just as fun as ever.

Tsumiki’s curse hit everyone hard. She was everyone’s big sister, everyone’s rock. You vowed with your husbands that you would find a way to wake her up, you promised the kids.

Once Megumi was getting ready for his move to the dorm at Jujutsu High, the twins started talking about how in a years time they’d be starting too, a year below their brother. Gakuganji tried to coax the twins to enroll in Kyoto, so that not all 3 of the Gojo-L/N-Geto kids would be in Tokyo but he was swiftly denied with a ‘shove your shitty old school, I’m going with my brother, you wrinkly ballsack’ by a 14 year old Nanako.

Gojo said he’s never felt more proud.

With Tsumiki… not around anymore, Megumi only a few months from only spending weekends at home and the twins joining him in a year - you and your men realised the house would feel pretty empty pretty soon, and you all felt a bit young at only 27 for empty nest syndrome.

Geto was the first to broach the topic. Suggesting that maybe, because your IUD is running out next month - that maybe, you just don’t get a new one. You looked to Satoru, who quickly nodded in agreement. Because the truth was, you all loved raising your adopted kids so much, but they’re grown now.

So maybe, just maybe

It was time to try for a baby…

Before any pregnancy started - you rang Satoru one day - telling him to come to your location. Megumi and you were there. Behind you, hoisted up by your eldest son, was an unconscious pink haired boy. You introduced him as Yuuji. Why was he unconscious? Oh! You had to knock him out, because he’s also Sukuna.

He came home with you that night. You set up the spare room so that he could settle and you could tend to him before he started school.

“Another kid? Y/N, Megs just moved out.”

“Hey! You two both brought home your strays. This one’s my stray.”

The next weekend, a fiesty girl reminiscent of yourself a decade earlier joined the gang - your second stray, your Nobara.

Again, Satoru saw your little body roommate first. He noticed a trace of cursed energy in your belly before you did. There were tears and joy between all three of you. Neither of them cared who the kid belonged to biologically - it was a baby made of a huge amount of love. That’s all.

They were nightmarishly protective during the pregnancy, never leaving you alone. Geto discovered his intense kink for seeing you with his kid in your tummy and couldn’t keep his hands off you, Satoru was only spurred on more by this - seeing your belly all soft and round with his baby? The baby that he made with the two people he loved? Had him leaking in seconds.

9 months later and 14 exhausting hours later, the baby arrived.

The minute you all saw the baby, freshly cleaned and placed in your arms, the three of you burst out laughing.

“Well, I guess there’s no question over the paternity of this little one.” Satoru giggles.

That’s because Genji Yu Geto L/N Gojo was staring at you all with the brightest blue eyes from under a swathe of snowy white lashes to match his snowy white hair. He was placed into Suguru’s arms, who kissed you and his husband and thanked you both for his beautiful son.

Raising the baby was no different from raising the kids, you were all the parents. He was loved so much by all three parents, all four elder siblings and his Grandpa and Grandma Geto.

Genji’s godparents were Shoko and Nanami.

When Genji was 2, you fell pregnant again. You quickly realised that unless the child only had your genetics, it would be easy to tell who had who’s genes. This was proven when Keisuke Geto-L/N-Gojo entered the world, all dark hair and dark eyes and ivory skin. Your two babies were carbon copies of their biological fathers, but funnily, Genji behaved like Suguru, and Keisuki like Satoru.

Nobara and Yuuji were asked to be Keisuke’s godparents, with Yuuji very confused by how it would work being his godfather and brother in law - now that he was dating Megumi.

Izumi came next, he looked exactly like you - just with eyes that made him clearly Geto’s, but your hair, your nose, your lips. The youngest now, with Genji being 5 and Keisuke aged 3.

Utahime and Hikari were named as Izumi’s godparents, and they doted on the boy.

You figured you’d finish there. 3 boys under 5? Impressive given that the three of you were only 33.

However, the sudden craving for toasted marshmallows and Sakura mochi 3 years later at Megumi’s 24th birthday made you freeze.

Grabbing Shoko, you drove to the store.

8 months later, the most beautiful little accident arrived into the world. Suki Geto-L/N-Gojo arrived to the world announcing her presence with lungs capable of deafening an elephant. All shiny soft white whispy curls and sparkling blue eyes, your baby daughter joined the world. A true beauty, perfect in every way, Satoru’s other carbon copy but every ounce of her mother’s temper, moxie and gall, she became the apple of her elder brother’s eyes, and the angel of her sister’s. Mei Mei and Choso were chosen as Suki’s godparents.

Your husbands? The most doting fathers ever. You typically wake up on a Saturday morning with Geto’s arm slung around Satoru’s waist, who is leaning his white head on his chest, Suki having a bottle on Geto’s lap with the bottle held by Gojo, Izumi having pancakes on Satoru’s lap and Keisuke and Genji on either side keeping watch over their siblings or trying to braid Geto’s hair whilst watching scooby-doo. Every time, you’d sit beside them, scooping Suki into your arms and the two elder boys would curl up on their dad’s lap. All was peaceful. Well, that was until big bro Megumi and Yuuji-kun arrived.

All four of the elder kids? Adored by all three of you.

All four of the babies? Adored by all seven of you.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #dad!gojo #geto x y/n #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru #geto x gojo #satosugo #poly satosugu

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rrickgrrimes8 · 1 year

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Skater

summary: crossing over a frozen lake shouldve been a simple task - not with a tonya harding fan

Joel Miller x platonic!reader -- gn!reader, except Joel calls reader babygirl

warnings: almost drowning, near death experience, angst, hurt/comfort, father figure! Joel, soft Joel

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Trailing behind Joel and Ellie, you hum an unfamiliar tune. You walked to the beat, hands flowing as the nameless song played through your mind. Joel shot you a look, rolling his eyes and told you to hurry up.

You ignored him though and found yourself mesmerized by the snowy landscape. You had never seen this before – well you’d never seen anything before really. Growing up inside the QZ in a brainwashing school by FEDRA didn’t exactly allow you to see the world like you so desperately wanted to. It was as beautiful as you imagined.

Yes, there was infected, clickers, raiders, bloaters but none of that mattered as you walked through the forest with your new family. You had lost another part of your family months prior - Henry and Sam - and your heart still ached for them. Ellie’s did too. Joel, on the other hand, was stoney and stoic as usual.

The teen stared ahead at the frozen over lake, a frown on you face. “We’re going over this?”

Joel grunted in response, stepping forward to show them it was okay.

Ellie went next, holding out her hand for you. “We’re okay,” She assured, “C’mon.”

You sucked in a harsh breath and nodded, taking your first of many steps.

“Did you ever ice skate, Joel?” You asked, slipping as you did.

Joel quirked a brow and glanced over his shoulder, “How do you know about ice skating?”

“Books,” You shrugged, “Found a book on Tonya Harding.”

“Christ, haven’t heard that name in a while,” He chuckled.

“Who was she?” Ellie spoke up, confused.

“Ice skater… amongst other things,” He told them.

“So have you?” You repeated, eyes flickering to either side of the lake – where the sun was falling and the bright hue was getting lost behind the terrain.

“I have,” He confessed, “Once or twice.”

“Really?” You perked up, “What was it like?”

“Slippy,” He remarked, trudging over the ice – halfway at this point.

“Sick,” The teen muttered, “I woulda loved to, you know?”

“Still time, kid,” He shot you an earnest look before grunting, “We should speed this up though, lights going.” The teens nodded, Ellie quickening so she was closer to Joel.

You stayed slightly behind though, willing yourself to glide rather than walk on the ice. Joel said there was still time and there’s no time like the present, right?

You let your right foot lead, stumbling on your first go but quickly catching yourself. You tried again, soon after, and slid for way longer. “Joel, Ellie look,” You exclaimed, ready to do it again.

“Just walk, kid,” He rolled his eyes, not sparing you a glance. Ellie too continued to walk on, arms wrapping around her chest to warm her.

Pouting slightly, you paused before forming a perfect idea – you just needed to catch up to them and then they’d see. You straightened your back, lifted your foot from the ground before heavily stomping it down and began to glide, faster than before.

It was going well at first – maybe a little clumsy as you closed in on the oblivious pair.

But then you heard a crack, and without even a second to call for Joel, you felt a rush of cold, painful water.

Ellie sighed as they neared the ¾ mark, turning to speak to her friend – breath catching in her throat when she heard the same crack. She snapped her gaze to you but felt an overwhelming fear grip her when she realized all there that was left was an empty space and a gaping hole in the ice.

Having not heard, Joel continued, only stopping when he heard Ellie screaming your name. Wasting no time, he span to face them but was only met with Ellie, who was sprinting over to a hole in the ice. “No,” He shuddered, realization hitting him.

Joel ran faster than he thought he was capable in that moment. His breathing was heavy in his chest, ears ringing – missing the panicked yells from Ellie – and collapsed beside the hole. He called your name, shakily and frantically – hand plunging into the freezing water, struggling to grab you. Joel felt a strange sensation overwhelm his chest – a fear he hadn’t felt since he lost Sarah.

Forcing back some tears, he dived into the abyss – Ellie screaming as he did. He had forgotten how hard it was to open your eyes underwater but he ignored the burning and searched for a glimpse of you. And it didn’t take long. You were there – still, unmoving, corpselike. He almost let out a sob as he saw you – pushing against the liquid and pulling you into his arms.

Joel got the pair of you out the water quickly, lying you against the ice as Ellie watched in fear, tears welling up. Looking at you then, Joel felt as if he was too late and maybe he was – he eyed your chest, motionless. It didn’t rise or fall, and your eyes didn’t open.

The world seemed to vanish for a moment for Joel. His vision blurred and his body moved on autopilot. Hands finding your chest, he began to beat down on it – recalling briefly some first aid training he received 30 years ago. You didn’t move as he continued the chest compressions.

“C’mon, baby,” He cried for what felt like the first time in 20 years (it probably was), “Come back to me. Come back, babygirl.”

You looked dead, Ellie thought as she observed Joel’s attempts at saving you. She thought it was almost futile, that Joel couldn’t do a damn thing now and that terrified her.

Lips finding yours, he forced a breath into your lungs, causing you to begin to splutter. Joel delicately, moved you onto your side as you continued to cough up the murky water. He let himself exhale as he helped you – you were here, you were alive, you were breathing.

“Oh baby,” He called out to you, pulling you close to his chest. You seemed at once surprised by his actions before sinking into it soon after. The heat from his body radiated, quelling the shivers that didn’t seem to die down. “You’re okay,” He croakily voiced, more to himself than them, “Oh, babygirl, you’re okay.” You nodded against his chest.

Ellie called out your name, tearfully and joined the pair of them, hand holding yours. “I thought you were dead, asshole,” She laughed but it seemed hollow – the comment far to genuine.

“I-I wanted to skate,” You told them, “I w-was doing i-it.”

“And you can’t do that again okay,” Joel scolded, “Damn near gave me a heart attack… no, you can’t do that to me- to us again.”

“O-okay,” You shook, eyes closing as you snuggled into his chest.

“Hey, b-baby,” He tapped your cheek, “You stay awake… keep your eyes on me.”

You frown, groaning as your eyes felt so heavy, “S-so tired.”

“Not yet, okay, baby?” Joel stressed, getting up – Ellie following with their bags on her shoulders, “We gotta get you warm first, okay?”

“O-okay,” You mumbled, voice dazed and confused, “T-Thanks for s-saving me d-dad.”

He inhaled sharply, more tears falling but he couldn’t bring himself to respond – the lump forming in his throat. All that mattered was getting you better.

All that mattered was your life.

#joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #joel miller x platonic!reader #ellie williams x platonic!reader #joel miller x gn!reader

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melrodrigo · 7 months

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The Other Side Of The Door - V.C.

Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vada’s been a questionable girlfriend lately, and you’ve decided you’ve had enough.

Warnings: Angst, Vada is kinda toxic in this, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Inspired by TOSOTD by miss t-swizzle herself. I hope u angst monsters r happy, I don’t write angst very often. Also! Did not proofread this, sorry bout that

“Leave.” You say, face stoney and eyes narrowed. You ignore the voice inside of you that says this is a terrible idea.

Your girlfriend blinks back at you, taken aback by the venom in your voice.

Her expression changes from happy to crestfallen in a second, and it takes everything in you to not immediately take back what you’ve just said.

“What is this about?” She asks, eyes wide.

The minute your girlfriend had waltzed into your room, whistling to her favorite Juice Wrld song, she had been met with the sight of you sitting on your bed, arms crossed.

“What is this about? Are you kidding, Vada?” You seethe, too pissed to have any sort of filter anymore.

She gulps.

“How about it’s about the countless times I’ve had to drag you back home because you were drunk shitless, doing god knows what with god knows who, without any explanation whatsoever.” You’re standing up now, sizing Vada up.

“It’s about the amount of times you’ve ignored me this whole week, never answering texts, never picking up my calls. Am I even your girlfriend anymore?” You press, rambling as if everything that’s been pent up inside you for weeks stars spilling out all at once.

Your girlfriend pales as you monologue, eyes darting to lock on anything but your face.

“But-“ She opens her mouth and closes it a couple times, searching for something to say.

You cut her off quickly. Unwillingly to let her have any say in this.

“Quite frankly, I’ve had enough. So if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to leave.” You tell her, pretending you don’t see the way her eyes are starting to water.

She’s as still as a statue for a good minute or two, contemplating what she wants to do. You can practically see the cogs turning in her brain.

One more glare from you has her rushing out your room and downstairs. You can’t help the pang in your chest as you watch her leave. After everything, you still want her to stay.

Stupid girl and the grip she has on me.

Nothing quells your bad mood for the rest of the night. You spend dinner shooting back one word responses to your mom’s inquiries, irritable.

You tuck yourself into bed, check your phone for a message from anyone—okay, maybe you wanted to see if Vada had said anything, but nothing. You huff and pull the sheets over your body, closing your eyes shut and forcing sleep to have its way with you.

Somehow, in the morning, you wake up even more annoyed. Whenever you’ve had fights with Vada before, the morning after she’d be all over you; begging for forgiveness and blowing up your phone.

You’re ashamed to admit you like the attention.

Today, nothing. Not a single call or text from your normally oh so talkative girlfriend.

As the day goes on, you start feeling mournful. Regret courses deep through you. You sit and stew in your feelings until you can’t think of anything else.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said all that.

It’s a sad Sunday that’s spent with you staring at cute photographs you’d taken with her months prior, and jumping at the sound of any notification. It’s pathetic, but you need her. You don’t remember how long it’s been since you and Vada have had a day apart.

You’re stuck. You miss her so much, but your stupid pride won’t allow you to text first, or to go find her, because what would you even do? You’d been the one to apologize first too many times. This time, you decide it’s going to be up to Vada.

You sleuth around for the rest of your Sunday. When you finish dinner and storm to your room, your turmoil has turned into spite.

“If you don’t call in the next 5 minutes I swear I’m breaking up with you.” You hiss to the phone, staring intently at Vada’s profile picture, as if she’s just going to pop out of the phone by sheer will of you wanting her there.

After a minute of this, you set the phone down and take a deep breath. You turn your phone on do not disturb and pick up a book. All this drama has you feeling like you need to reconnect with nature a bit.

It’s a book Vada herself had recommended you, which was funny, since your girlfriend barely read shit. You hate to admit she has good taste. You glide through the pages easily, happy for a distraction.

Minutes turn into hours, and before long, you notice that the light is starting to dim down and the sun is starting to set. You also hear the tiny pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof.

You get up and walk to your window, face still buried in your book, and gently ease it open, hoping to find some comfort in the fresh air and smell of wet grass.

What you get is not that. A pebble, the size of your pinky comes hurling, too fast for even your reflexes to react.

It hits you smack dab in the face, making you loosen your grip on the book and dropping it. You groan, rubbing the part of your nose that stings. You hear a tiny oh shit below you and you peer out your window so fast it gives you whiplash.

The sight of Vada standing in the rain, her hair messy and her bike discarded on your tiny front yard brings out a lot of mixed emotions in you.

Finally. Goddamn, finally.

She looks sheepish as she speaks. “I’m sorry!” She squeaks. “I didn’t mean to hit you- I swear. I was just trying to do one of those huge romantic gestures where the guy gets the girls attention by throwing pebbles at her window ya know? But it ended up being kinda fun and I didn’t see you when I threw that one-“ She says, speaking so fast you can barely understand her.

When you don’t answer, it’s almost like Vada remembers what she came here for. She straightens up, wiping her palms on her loose graphic tee.

“I’m sorry. I really am. If you would hear me out, I’ll explain everything. I promise. I’m sorry for not coming to my senses earlier, and I’m sorry for not paying you enough attention. I love you, I’m in love with you; you know that. More than anything.” She yells, almost screams so you can hear her clearly.

You feel your walls crumble immediately. How were you going to deny your sweet, loving, albeit sort of confusing girlfriend of your love? It was no use. She always wins when it comes to you.

You sigh.

Vada waits patiently, shifting on her feet and shivering slightly from the cold.

You gesture for her to come in with your hand, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at the joy that sparks across her face immediately.

She sprints in, saying a quick hello to your mom- who probably heard everything, and runs up the stairs, practically tackling you onto your own bedroom floor.

She’s soaked, and you can already feel the water seeping through your own shirt, but you don’t care. Vada’s wrapped herself tight around you, like a baby koala. She’s trembling slightly, and you notice she’s crying.

You place your hand on top of her head, rubbing gently. You murmur sweet nothings into her ear.

She tilts her head up to look at you, eyes all red and puffy. She looks so pretty like this.

“I missed you so much.” She gushes.

You grin lazily, happy to have your girlfriend back in your arms.

“I missed you too, baby.”

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega

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gamergirl929 · 3 months

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Hate Me, Hate Me (Chase Me, Chase Me) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Anonymous Request: For the alex morgan fic can i request for the gp!reader where hate sex!!! like on pitch alex are pushing reader n they became fucking mad n just wreck alex of the pitch...

I changed the plot a tad, because I think hooking up on the pitch MAY be noticed.

So, this is a something new for me, so I decided to give it a try, consent is 100% in this fic, I'm not into writing anything like that. Reader is G!P, and needless to say, multiple warnings for smut, and cheating, this is basically porn with a bit of plot, if you squint, so PLEASE let me know what you think, this is something new for me and I'm a bit nervous, so please be gentle.

Your nostrils flared as you shot the San Diego Captain, Alex Morgan a vicious glare, the woman glaring back.

Ever since you were drafted from the North Carolina Courage to the San Diego Wave, you’d done nothing but, butt heads with the forward, the woman seemingly on your ass more than she was any of your teammates.

“Listen, I don’t know how they do it over at NCC, but here, I’m your captain, and I dictate play.” She bites, turning her back on you and moving to the practice field’s sidelines.

Unfortunately for you, you were the only ones on the field, the rest of your teammates at home by now, whereas you were forced to stay back by Casey Stoney at the request of Alex Morgan.

“Obviously, NCC dictated play better, maybe it was because they didn’t have you as captain.” You snarl, her blue orbs icy as she turns towards you.

“I’m a better captain than ANYONE in the NWSL, especially O’Sullivan.”

You scoff as she marches over to the bench and hastily grabs her things.

“What’s wrong Morgan? Can’t take the heat?” You growl as you follow quickly after her, Alex marching towards the parking lot.

“No, I just can’t stand seeing your face any longer.” She snarls as she makes her way towards her car, slamming the door loudly the second she’s inside.

You shake your head angrily, your arms crossed across your chest.

“Bitch.”

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The following weeks are much of the same, Alex Morgan demanding you stay behind after practice, to practice solely with you, and getting on your nerves each and every single time.

“Why is it that you think I need to stay behind every practice?” You bite, Alex’s eyes narrowing.

“Because you need more practice, NCC is small fry compared to The Wave.”

You roll your eyes.

“You’ve been here what? Three years?” You snort. “NCC has been here for seven.”

Alex drops the black and white ball she was holding in her hands to the turf before marching towards you.

“NCC drafted you, remember?” She bites and you roll your eyes.

If there was one thing you hadn’t expected when you joined the San Diego Wave, it was for Alex Morgan to loathe you as she did.

You’d heard nothing but good things about the forward, but seemingly, none of those things were true.

She’d been nothing but cold, and hateful towards you, since the moment you met, as if she hated you more than anything in the world.

“Yeah, I just don’t know why they drafted me HERE of all place.” You growl, the forward snorting.

“Maybe they just didn’t want you around anymore?” She snarls and you laugh.

“It’s funny, I heard SOOOOOO many good things about you before I got here, looks like it was all nothing but bullshit.”

Alex smirks, taking a step closer to you.

“No, it isn’t, if you weren’t so infuriating, maybe we’d get along.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stomped towards the bench, sending Alex Morgan one final glare over your shoulder before snorting.

“As if.”

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Alex Morgan was getting on your every nerve, the sight of the woman making your snarl.

You wouldn’t lie, the woman was INCREDIBLY attractive, just because you hated her guts didn’t mean you were blind.

It was soon after, that you found yourself lusting for her, despite the way she treated you, you couldn’t help to think what it would be like to have her pinned beneath you, to have that power over her, with her consent of course.

But you knew that would never happen, she was with Servando Carrasco, still though you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that power, to have her at your mercy.

“Hey!” You jump, your eyes locking with Alex Morgan’s cold blues.

“What?” You growl, the woman rolling her eyes.

“We’re running drills.” She nods her head towards the remainder of the team who are lining up, a sigh leaving you as you make your way passed her, your shoulder bumping hers.

“Watch it.” She says, her teeth bared and you smirk.

“What are you going to do about it Morgan?” You ask, the woman’s blue orbs raking down your front, pausing on the apex of your thighs before her eyes meet yours.

She huffs, pushing her way passed you, joining your teammates, your brows furrowing as your eyes drop to the bulge in your shorts.

It was no secret to literally anyone that you were intersex, almost everyone in the NWSL accepting you for who you were, but it looked like, there was one person who didn’t and that was Alex Morgan.

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No matter how much you infuriated her, the feelings she had for you never dissipated, the thought of shoving you into a back room at the practice center and riding you senselessly creeping into the back of her mind.

She was married, she shouldn’t be feeling the way she was, but every time you smirked, or challenged her, she got embarrassingly aroused, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Sex with Servando in no way lessened her want for you, something she, OF COURSE, didn’t reveal to her husband.

She rolls her eyes, her blue orbs meeting your Y/E/C’s.

“Problem Morgan?” You ask, your eyes running down her front as you make your way towards the bench and grab your things.

“Yeah, there is.” She says, your brows furrowing as she nods to the practice field.

You scoff, dropping your bag back onto the bench.

“Listen, I’ve had enough of these, after practice, practices.” You bite, watching as your teammates leave the field until you’re the only two left.

“Well, it isn’t my fault you’re falling so far behind.”

Your nostrils flair, your eyes falling to the curve of her ass as she walks by.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked spending time with me.”

Alex snorts loudly.

“Yeah, you wish.”

You hum, making your way towards her.

“I think you do. There’s something about me you just can’t stop thinking about, isn’t there?” You ask, her throat bobbing.

“What is it, Alex? Do you just hate me?” You ask, the woman turning on her heels with a scowl.

“You’re so infuriating.” She says, her hands balling into fists.

“And what are you going to do about it?” You say, your lips curling in a snarl.

Alex glances around momentarily before grabbing the front of your shirt, tugging you towards one of the many buildings nearby.

“What the fuck, let me go!” You growl, trying halfheartedly to loosen her grasp, but your curiosity leads you to allow her to pull you along until you’re in a random room inside the facility.

“What the hell are you doing?” You ask, watching as she locks the door behind her before making her way towards you.

Your eyes widen when her lips slam into yours, the kiss hungry, and lustful.

You kiss back with no sense of hesitation, roughly pushing her back against the wall, your tongue pushing its way into her mouth.

The kiss is nothing but tongues and teeth, a groan crawling up your throat when Alex palms you through your shorts.

Your lips leave hers in favor of settling on her neck, placing wet and sloppy kisses to her pulse point.

“Don’t even think about it.” She pants, as if reading your mind, the thought of sucking a purple bruise into her neck creeping into your mind.

You smirk, your tongue running along her neck.

“Wouldn’t want your husband to find out.”

She growls loudly, roughly shoving you back against the opposite wall, and against a nearby table, its contents falling to the floor.

“Shut up.” She says, her hand roughly making its way into your shorts and boxers before settling on your somewhat hard member, your breath shuddering as she gives it a rub.

You lean your head backwards as she roughly rubs you, the woman’s hand moving rapidly beneath your shorts until you’re fully erect.

She’s about to shuck your shorts off when you turn the tables, the small of her back meeting the table as your lips meet hers.

“Oh.” She sighs when your hand slips into her shorts, bypassing her panties, your fingers drawing small, merciless circles against her clit.

“You’re so wet.” You whisper, nibbling on her earlobe, reveling in the sounds leaving her open mouth.

It isn’t long before your fingers slip inside her, the woman sighing against your neck as you pound into her.

She throws her head back with a moan.

“You like that?” You ask and she nods, bouncing on your fingers.

You smirk, your fingers slipping out of her, Alex whimpering when you bring your fingers to your lips and suck them clean.

“We both know it isn’t my fingers you want.” You say as you tug at the waistband of her shorts.

She nods, and in a split second her shorts and underwear are on the carpeted floor, the woman kicking them off across the room.

Soon, your own shorts are on the floor, your boxers following soon after.

The forward’s hand settles on the hard appendage between your legs.

“Make yourself useful and fuck me.” She snarls, shoving you backwards again, this time, your back meeting the floor considering your boxers and shorts are around your ankles.

She’s immediately on top of you, her core grinding against your bare cock.

“Fuck.” You groan, your hips arching as she grinds feverishly into you.

Before you realize, she’s got your hardness in her hand, lining it up with her entrance.

You quickly roll the two of you over, the woman groaning in annoyance.

“You’re always in charge Morgan, it’s MY turn.” You say, and with one swift motion you line yourself up and thrust slowly into her.

She cries out, her walls thrumming around you as you thrust into her, the woman’s breath hitching with each rapid thrust.

“You’re so tight.” You groan, your cock thrumming in pleasure as you pound into her, your thighs slapping loudly together.

“Oh god.” She moans, wrapping her legs around your middle as she cries out, the feeling in her stomach that had been building and building nearly teaming over.

She'd wanted you for so long, and now that she had you, she couldn't help but moan shamelessy, your cock slipping in and out of her rapidly.

Her nails scratch your back painfully, but you don’t care, the pain heightening your pleasure.

“You want to come on my cock?” You ask, the woman rapidly nodding as your thrusts increase in speed, your thighs slapping together even louder.

It isn’t long before she stiffens, the woman crying out, so loud that you hope the building is empty, because anyone nearby would’ve heard her cries.

She convulses wildly, her walls clamping down around you, her nails digging deep ridges into your back.

“I’m gonna come.” You moan, preparing to pull out of the woman whose legs tighten around you.

“Come inside me.” She begs, her chest rising and falling heavily.

Your eyes widen, a whimper leaving you when she purposely clenches around you.

You growl, thrusting into her wildly the woman crying out again, still sensitive from her first orgasm and chasing her second.

A beat passes before you groan loudly into her neck, jets of your seed shooting into her, the woman moaning loudly as she climaxes yet again, her walls clamping down around you as you feel her with your come.

You tremble, a few more jets of come spewing from your tip and into the woman before stopping.

You pant heavily, your full weight on the woman beneath you as you come down from your high.

Alex breathes heavily, remaining still beneath you for a beat before shoving you off, your flaccid cock slipping out of her, the mess between her legs coating her thighs.

You smirk, rolling over and pushing yourself upwards before making your way towards your own clothes.

Alex swallows hard, the realization that she’d just cheated on her husband hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Suddenly, you’re turned around, your back roughly meeting the wall, Alex’s face inches from your own.

“Don’t tell ANYONE about this.” She growls and you chuckle, your lips splitting in a grin.

“Oh, I won’t.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows and she groans before bypassing you and moving out of the room.

You sigh, leaning back against the wall with a smirk, your eyes fluttering shut.

You knew you should feel guilty, Alex Morgan was married, but you didn't, as bad as that sounded.

Though Alex was married, you knew she’d want to do this again, call it intuition, but you knew you’d be seeing much more of Alex Morgan naked in the coming months, you just wondered what the world had in store for the two, and when Alex would be dragging you into that same room again.

#uswnt x reader #alex morgan x reader #i decided to post a surprise fic but idk how people will feel about it... a bit nervous tbh #sequel or nah?

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Forever Mine (Kendall Roy Succession Request)

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit (Breeding Kink/ Jealous Kendall)

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: "Hiii Scarlett!!! I LOVE to read your kendall roy writings💜 can you write something about kendall trying to get you pregnant( bc I LOVED breeding kink) ?? Or having rough sex bc getting jealous of one of his friends' attention to u??"

Author's note: Thank you so much for this excellent request, I kind of combined the two ideas into the below fic for you 🥰💕

Forever Mine

"How can a company that makes more money than really exists in the world still need more investors?" You sighed into your fizzing glass of champagne as you continued to circulate through the crowd, Gerri stifling a laugh at your side.

"How'd you think the rich stay rich? They never use their own money for anything." She feigned a smile as a group of men shuffled past, their metaphorical wallets straining against the fabric of their designer suits as they moved. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go make them all feel important, so I can keep my job." You could see her eyes roll as she plastered on a fake smile and left you stood by the bar, hoping that Kendall would get bored soon enough and call it a night for the both of you. You never minded being his plus one to events like this, the chance to see him in his charming element not one you'd pass up, Ken stealing glances your way all night with a smile on his face that he only wore for you. But after a few hours the conversations always wore a little thin, and you usually found one of the old guard hovering beside you to make sure you weren't doing anything that might get people commenting.

"Are you waiting for a drink?" An strangely familiar voice snapped you back to reality, spinning on your heels to find a tall, well-built man in his fifties smiling at you like a lion spying a gazelle.

"No, I'm all set thank you, just pausing here for a moment." You replied with a courteous smile, taking a small step backwards as if you were blocking the bar that spanned the length of the decadent hall.

"Would you mind if I 'pause' with you for a moment?" It was then that you placed his suave voice in your mind, the man an up-and-coming congressman that couldn't stop appearing on ATN news shows, repeating whatever lines Logan's team had written from him that day. As he leaned over the bar to ask for a whiskey you took the opportunity to glance around for an exit plan, but with groups of investors all deep in conversation on every side of you, you swallowed the acid in your throat and resigned yourself to an uncomfortable conversation with the awful man in front of you.

"Of course, it's a pleasure to meet you congressman." Kendall would've been able to tell your polite tone was entirely fake, but the man in front of you smirked proudly at the title, pleased you knew who he was and hoping to score more than financial backing from you this evening.

"The pleasure's all mine." He stretched out the hand that wasn't holding an ornate crystal glass, taking what should have been a courteous handshake way too far as he leant forward to bring his lips to the top of your hand, still curled in a stomach curdling smirk as they pressed against your skin. "Now tell me, exactly how much would I have to invest in Waystar for you to leave this shindig with me tonight?"

"You might have better luck if you don't hit on the date of the richest man in here." Before you could spit out your own retort, you heard the dark drawl of Kendall appearing beside you, face twisted in stoney discontent as the political pawn tried to save face a little.

"Fair enough, I know when I'm beat." He raised his hands in fake surrender as he backed away, but not before throwing a final uncomfortable wink your way, "You know who I am, if you change your mind." You could feel Kendall's hand fall to your lower back in response, trying to keep you in the palm of his hand, as if this disgusting character could actually pull you away from him. Hoping to lighten the tension between the two men before Kendall pulled some strings and ended this man's career, you let out an uneasy laugh,

"Well you've got my vote." You cringed at the hollow chuckle from Kendall beside you as your politician smiled again and stepped off into the crowd, looking for easier prey, leaving you to try and reassure the embodiment of jealousy beside you.

"Kendall, you know-"

"You ready to get out of here?" He cut you off before you could start, the unsettling smile on his face difficult to read as he threaded his fingers through yours and scouted out the nearest lift to take you out of the events hall and up to the hotel suites the Roy family had booked out for the night.

"Yeah, of course, let's go love." You said the final word extra softly, watching the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, unable to contain his warmth at the affectionate pet name, your love the truest thing he'd known in his complex life.

You felt his hand squeeze yours as he led you through the crowd until finally the two of you were alone, the chirpy elevator music cutting through an otherwise tense silence.

"You know I was trying to be polite Ken." You offered reassuringly, Kendall keeping his gaze fixed to the floor numbers illuminating on the touch screen beside you.

"I know honey, it's not your fault men can't fucking stay away from you." His tone was almost vindicative as the doors finally opened on your floor, a sprawling penthouse for just the two of you, another exquisite home away from home for the night.

The moment the doors behind you slid shut, Kendall was on top of you, his teeth clashing against yours with the sheer force of his passion. The crash of his lips took your breath away as his hands found your hips, gripping them tight enough that the silky fabric of your dress bunched in handfuls as he guided your back to the chaise longue that stood at the opening of the suite, the bedroom far too great a distance to travel.

As your lower back met the antique fabric, Kendall's hands skimmed up your the length of your spine, sending shivers through your body as his lips moved hungrily to your neck, a devouring the soft flesh there enough to leave a trail of deep purple lovebites,

"Why is it so fucking hard for everyone to see that you're mine?" Kendall panted into your neck as he pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders, handling you with rough, frantic movements, his chest heaving against yours as he worked to free you from the satin that came between you.

"I'm all yours Kendall." You breathed out as your dress hit the floor, relishing in the guttural growl the words drew from the still fully-dressed man, drinking in the sight of you as he cupped your cheek in his hand and drew you in for another hungry kiss.

"I know love, I just think we need to make that more obvious." His tongue danced against yours as his eye fluttered shut, shrugging off his jacket as you pushed it from his shoulders. His lips trailed over your chin and down your throat as he sunk to his knees. He sucked and nipped at your exposed skin, his hands running along your sides as his head sank between your breasts before settling at your stomach, peppering the soft curves with kisses as his fingers tugged your panties down your thighs, helping you step out of them so nothing obstructed his perfect view of your body.

"How are we gonna do that?" You questioned absentmindedly as you let the sensation flooding from his sinking kisses run through your veins, his lips inching closer and closer to your tingling centre. You didn't miss the devilish glint in his eye as he paused and looked up at you, face hovering so close to your entrance you could feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin.

"I can think of two ways." He nuzzled his nose softly against your clit and watched the way your body reacted so desperately to his touch, your hips twitching forward and your chest rising as you gasped at the contact. His tongue darted forward to add to the sensation, lapping at the bundle of nerves while one hand snaked up your inner thigh. The moan you let out as he hummed against you only made him happier as his fingers toyed with your slit, now wet with your slick from the way he'd manhandled you. "It's so easy for me to tell you're all mine when you get this wet for me." His fingers dipped inside your entrance as he spoke, you knees all but buckling at the relief in your throbbing core at the contact, the arm of the sofa behind you the only thing keeping you upright.

"All for you Kendall." His name came out entirely in moan as he plunged two of his fingers into you with a frantic rhythm, wanting to get you more than ready to feel the rest of him deep inside you.

"Maybe I should let everyone know just how much you like my fingers inside you by putting a fucking enormous diamond on yours." He watched, enamoured by the way you eyes shot open at his words before clenching shut as his lips found your clit again, bringing you so close to the edge of your pleasure that all you could do was smile and hum in agreement at his words. As he started to feel the familiar tremble of your thighs he pulled his hand away, groaning at the needy whimper that left your lips as he did.

"Ken?" Your eyes were as pleading as your words as you watched him unbuckle his belt, rubbing your thighs together to try and ease some of the frustration that was pulsing in your centre.

"I think the second way is much more fun though." His eyes were dark with desire as he kicked off his dress pants, letting you see his hard length leaking excitedly as he grabbed your hips and helped you fall backwards onto the long loveseat behind you, quickly following suit, kneeling in between your thighs to keep your legs spread for him. He ran his tip through your dripping folds, watching you whine and flinch at the sensation, trying to drive him into action,

"What's the second way to let people know I'm all yours?" Kendall watched your chest rise and fall as you panted out the words, so sensitive from being brought to the edge that his teasing had you writhing around underneath him. Grinning like a devil he finally lined himself up with your entrance, waiting until he spoke to buck his hips harshly into you.

"To get you pregnant. Fuck!" He cried out as slammed his hips against yours, hitting the spot deep inside you that had you arching your back and crying out in agreement. "You'd like that wouldn't you. For everyone to know how well you take my dick. How full I get you."

"Yes daddy," You moaned, overwhelmed by his relentless pace as he fucked hard and fast into you, his hands running over your stomach until they reach your bouncing chest. His hands cupped your breasts, fingertips teasing your nipples as he stared down at you, completely dominating your body.

"Everyone would be able to see these get bigger, and I bet they'd get so sensitive I could have you in tears just playing with your nipples. We can practice you having my lips on them all day until you've soaked through every set of fucking lingerie I've ever bought you." He could see the wide desperation in your eyes as your pleasure climbed again, every pinch and thrust setting every cell in your body alight.

"I'm so close, please." You cried out, volume almost a scream as you begged for your release, Kendall's own thrusts losing rhythm as he fought to make this moment last forever.

"You want me to cum in you? You want me to fill you up and make you lie here until your carrying my seed? Until it's clear to everyone that you're mine forever?" His questions were all but drowned out by the chanting yeses that spill from your lips as your walls clenched around him and your body started to shake with your release.

"Yes Ken, I'm yours forever." You managed to breathe out as the waves of pleasure washed over you, amplified by the incredibly feeling of him spilling inside you, the warmth deep in your abdomen somehow more intense than usual knowing that Kendall's breeding kink had been fully awakened, and he wouldn't satisfied until he'd filled you with as much of him as you could take.

Leaning forward his elbows settled either side of your head, lips meeting yours for a sweet kiss as he repeated the words, "Mine. Forever."

"All yours love." You echoed softly, the devotion in his eye clear as his lips returned to yours again and again, drinking in the sweet taste of your affections.

"You know we're not leaving this room until you're so full of my cum, it's dripping out of you, right?"

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy succession #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy smut #kendall succession #succession imagine

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romanoffsbish · 11 months

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A Twisted Web of Lies

Natasha Romanoff x R

Warnings: Cheating(Kinda Sorta), Violence, Injured R, No Happy Ending

Request | Prompts

“This was never real, was it?” / “I was just a warm body for those cold winter nights…”

“Please, don’t leave me, we can fix this.” /“You left me first, I’m just finishing the job.”

Natasha pulled away from Wanda's lips with a start as the door hit the wall. You looked amiss. Her heart beat in worried stutters. Something went wrong, and she's only making it worse.

The sting on her cheek was instant, feeling like pins and needles. Her face became neutral. A heart wrenching sob at the back of her throat being restricted with precision. It'll be okay Natalia, she'll understand one day, the mantra echoing in her mind as she keeps it together.

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Wanda sobs loudly on the bed, this was never something she had a good feeling about. Nat was just too damn convincing that there was no other way to do this. You had to hate her for this to work, for her enemies to believe you useless. Wanda loved you enough to break you.

It's twisted, but in some part of you that's not hurting, you might even agree with the plan.

For a matter of minutes the room stood still, soft sniffles reverberated off the wall as the ones who betrayed you stayed still on the bed. Then you finally turned to face the woman you entrusted with your heart, you kept a stoic expression, but she saw the pain in your eyes.

"This was never real, was it?" Natasha flinched at your unusually cold tone. Her composure immediately faltering. You sighed defeatedly, "I was just a warm body for those cold winter nights..." Your head shook in disgust. "I hope it was all worth it."

Your stoney glare as you left the room made the redhead gulp, the fear still remaining in her throat, and for the first time she thinks this might've been a bad idea. But it was too late.

Her plan was for nothing. Something she found out while en route to the last person on the list.

The list of enemies that resurfaced out of nowhere, who threatened to ruin her in a way that would bring irreversible damage. Which is why she untethered herself from you, but someone was too smart and called her bluff.

Antonia Dreykov. The woman who chose revenge in the name of freedom. It was gifted back to her by Natasha, but her repentance didn't soothe the maimed woman at all. It was a grudge too thick to wade through, the two bonded, tortured souls were now unraveling.

Natasha took her childhood. A chance at joy. The same way her wretched father took hers, and countless others. Natasha imprisoned Antonia as she broke free from her chains.

So, the Taskmaster herself collected you to even the playing field. An eye for an eye.

Just as Natasha made it to the spot she'd tracked the woman to she heard a scream that made her blood run cold. Her heart having sank into the abyss of her very own personal hell. It couldn't be you, even if she knew in her heart that it was. Every sound you've ever made is embedded in the grooves of her soul.

You were supposed to be on a "mission" with Bucky in Canada. Not in Budapest, the ending point that brings it all back to the beginning.

You had to be over four thousand miles away for her to agree to this. Because whenever she doesn't have you under the eye of a super soldier, or metallic man she has you under hers. Distance never a thing as she ensured a way onto your missions every time, her rank allowing her to torture you with her proximity.

Fury knew what was going on. So he allowed it even when his gut told him it's wrong. It was.

Fury had told you living on your own wasn't an option due to an enemy from your past still being on the loose. Another lie told, the woman was detained, and locked up tight on the raft.

There was no fight left in you, plus, you didn't want the backstabbing whores thinking they had enough power over you to make you leave. No way were you going to help them have more leeway to continue their torrid love affair.

Natasha's feet had never moved so fast, she entered the humid, abandoned warehouse. It didn't take her long to find you, tied to a chair with your body in rough shape, your head lulled

"Not again," you whined before you looked up and saw a blur of familiar features. The red hair stood out to like a sore thumb, and you grimaced as the realization washed over you. "Why are you here?" You were clearly delirious.

"Me?" She scoffed, "What are you doing here?"

"An enemy of my enemy caught me while I was getting a dirty dog!" Natasha could see tears in your eyes, and if the moment wasn't so tense she would make fun of you for your emotional distress over a subpar New York hot dog. But she hadn't the time as she was working hastily to remove your arms intricate restraints.

"You're supposed to be safe with Bucky!"

"Bucky got called away on a real mission," you spat. "He let it slip that the other was bogus."

Natasha felt her blood boiling, an entire six months operation meant to keep you safe was down the drain because of Barnes loose lips.

"I appreciated the honesty," you admitted.

"Y/N," Natasha shakily whispered your name, but before she could go on a shield whooshed between your faces, nearly knocking you out.

"Perfect fucking timing," Natasha huffs, hands dropping the ropes around your legs so she could stand to greet a smug looking Antonia.

"Natalia, so nice of you to join your lover for a proper beat down." Natasha glared at her, a smart quip fresh on her tongue but you spoke first, and left her speechless and heartbroken.

"I'm not her lover," you spat with so much venom Natasha felt all the hope she had die.

"Oh yeah," Antonia gasped in feigned shock. "Natalia here cheated on you in the name of protection and left you even more vulnerable.

Natasha frowned. "Tracking an Avenger should be impossible, but with her reckless new lease on life it was as if she didn't even care to hide."

The redhead looked to you for an answer, you rolled your eyes and tilted your throbbing head to avoid the light shining down. "I wanted Dory to catch me, so I could put her behind bars and be able to leave the compound for good."

Natasha's eyes flashed with something you saw clearly, another layer of secrets kept to protect you, but all it did was leave you more exposed.

Before you could start a fight over the obvious detainment of your own enemy, Natasha was blindsided by a barbaric assault that took her across the room in a matter of seconds. While the destined enemies fought you worked as best you could to untie your legs with your good arm as the other dangled awkwardly.

The fight was anticlimactic, and quick. Without her deceased fathers mind control mod, she was virtually useless against the trained widow.

Natasha slammed her to the ground after the initial shock of being catapulted, then she took a knife from her thigh holster and drove it into the woman's chest. Nicking vital organs, and leaving her for dead. "You're a pathetic excuse for an enemy. I've fought actual children, as a child myself with more stamina than you."

"It doesn't matter," Antonia cackled, blood splattered from her mouth onto Natasha's face. "Can't you see? I won. You've lost your joy."

Natasha looked up to see you upright, you'd removed the rest of your restraints, and were now taking a slow stroll towards the exit. Using the wall to hold up the body you couldn't.

"She'll never forgive you," she weakly spoke while grinning devilishly. Natasha twisted the knife, and the woman beneath her choked out a final breath. The redhead glared down at her for a final time before sprinting to cut you off.

"Y/N please," she fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around your legs in desperation. "Wanda and I only kissed, I swear she was fully dressed under that blanket. I-I just had to make you believe it, I needed to keep you safe."

"I don't give a fuck about your intentions." You tried, but were too weak to shrug her off. "They might've been good natured in your very own twisted way, but they led to my heartbreak."

"How do I fix this, please detka. There has to be a way," she pleaded brokenly. A part of you wanted to hold her, to let it all go, but you can't forget all the nights you spent crying over the betrayal that had only ever been a facade.

It caused irreparable devastation, leaving your relationship in ruins. "There's nothing to do Nat. You've had six months to come clean."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, tears soaking through the tattered fabric of your sweats, you weren't sure if she was talking to you, or herself. "I should've been upfront with you, I know that now, but I needed the enemy to believe it."

"Yeah, how'd that work out for you, huh?"

Natasha's lip trembled as she looked up to see just how badly you'd been beaten. "If I'd have known, then this never would've happened. I would've been prepared for an attack, I'm a fucking Avenger for Christ's sakes Nat, not a defenseless civilian. I would've fought by your side, but you treated me like a fragile child."

"It was a mistake, I'm sorry..." Natasha pressed her forehead to your abdomen, feeling the warmth of your exposed skin for what she believed to be the final time. The look in your eyes enough to nix her hope. "I love you Y/N."

"Let go Nat," you demanded, voice now gruff from the building frustration coupled along with lack of water you'd had being held captive.

"No! Please..." This couldn't be the end.

"Now!" You growled, something you'd never done to her before, but it's proving to be a year of firsts for you two. Just all the wrong ones.

"Please, don't leave me, we can fix this." Natasha pleads over a sob, the desperation innate, her lungs feeling as if they'd collapse any second now as her heart breaks in two.

"There's nothing to fix. I can't forgive this."

Never in her days did she expect you to ignore her truths, and walk away from her. It was to protect you, your future together, but you said you can't forgive her. Maybe Wanda, but her?

Abso-fucking-lutely not. She made a choice that left you permanently scarred. She could've dumped you in a way that wasn't so brutal, and didn't make you lose your sense of self worth.

"I trusted you Natalia," you grimaced, shaking your head side to side just to clarify to her how disgusted you were with your decisions. You chuckled darkly before pulling her up into an intense kiss as a distraction from your hands.

Natasha grunts as she hears the click of metal, feeling as your teeth drew blood from her lips while also feeling a coolness around her wrists.

"After all," you taunted, looking at her with a frown and faux sympathy in your eyes as you prepared yourself to hobble away. "You left me first, I'm just finishing the job."

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I’m Yours

Note - thank you so much to the anon who sent the request in for this and I’m sorry I took me forever 😂 I changed a few bits but I still hope you love it 🩷 would love to know what everything thinks 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.4k

Warnings - angst & fluff

‘You all set?’ Mason smiled over at you, squeezing your thigh gently before placing it back on the wheel. You simply smiled at him, too full of nerves to say anything right now but it seemed to be enough for him as he smiled back at you just as brightly.

Reece didn’t live too far from Mason and he insisted on driving as he knew he shouldn’t be drinking and that would force him not to so he could get the pair of you home in one piece. You’d promised to stay at Masons that night so you could have a chilled day tomorrow before you both went back to work.

Parties were not your thing, but Mason seemed really excited for tonight so you promised you’d tag along and even though you missed the warmth of your bed it was worth it to see the smile on his face as you were getting ready to go.

The sound of a text coming through on your phone made Mason eye you curiously as if he wanted to know who it was and you laughed whilst shaking your head at his nosiness.

‘It’s your mum, Mase. She wants to know what time you’ll be home from training on Tuesday cause she needs to drop some stuff round’

‘Why is she texting you then?’ He laughed as you put your phone away.

‘Cause you never bloody answer her. I speak to her more than you at this point’ you commented and he rolled his eyes playfully at you, secretly happy that that you were so close with his family.

‘Tell her I’ll be back at four, but I might be asleep when she comes’

‘Can you not skip your nap for one day?’

‘If you want me to be miserable then sure’ he laughed and you hadn’t even realised you’d arrived as he’d taken your mind off of everything. A wave of anxiousness suddenly overtaking you as you looked up at Reece’s house. ‘You ready, baby?’

‘As ready as I’ll ever be’ you laughed, turning to open you door but a hand on your elbow made you stop as you turned back to look at him. His face was serious but you could see there was a slight smile underneath his stoney demeanour.

‘I really do appreciate you coming with me tonight’ he told you, reaching for your face so he could cup your jaw. ‘I know it’s not your thing and I promise we don’t have to be here that long’ he whispered kissing your cheeks gently. ‘Then we can go home and cuddle and sleep and do whatever you want’ he smiled, placing a heavy kiss to you lips before smiling brightly at you.

‘It’s fine Mase, we don’t have to leave early. I haven’t seen Sophia in a while so it’ll be good to catch up’

‘You sure?’ He laughed and you nodded gently. ‘Come on then’ he smiled and he let you go before meeting at the front of his car. ‘You look so beautiful’ he told you quietly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he led you up to the door and you blushed into his chest at his compliment.

Reece was soon to open the door and the pair of you followed him into the kitchen where you helped yourselves to a drink and chatted with whoever was in there until Sophia appeared, dragging you away slightly so you could catch up with her.

Even though you were apart, your eyes were constantly checking where he was and his eyes never seemed to stray to far from you either to the point you’d laugh at each other every time your eyes met.

About 45 minutes in, you eyes wondered to meet Mason but he wasn’t looking at you this time, too engrossed with whatever Chilly was saying to him and it looked serious, a slight look of panic on Masons face as he bit his nails before he looked to you, his face seemingly shocked before it softened as he sent you a smile. You weren’t quite sure what was going on so you quickly excused yourself from the girl’s conversation and made your way over to him just as Chilly was leaving. Slotting yourself in between his legs as he held you at your waist.

‘You okay, love? You look like you’ve seen a a ghost’ you laughed and he gave you a reassuring smile before kissing your jaw.

‘Of course. It’s nothing I promise’

‘You sure?’

‘Positive’ he smiled before kissing your neck, making your tummy flutter. ‘Shall we get you another drink?’ He offered, taking you by the hand back into the kitchen and you couldn’t help but notice how he seemed a little on edge, his eyes darting across the room every time someone moved but his eyes always softened whenever they looked into yours.

‘Y/n!’ You heard Sophia shout from outside the kitchen as you giggled as you pulled away from him.

‘I think I’m being summoned. See you in a bit?’ You laughed and he kissed your forehead whilst nodding before letting you go.

You couldn’t get your mind off of Masons sudden change in mood, looking out for him constantly and when you returned from a quick trip to the loo, you had a feeling you knew what was wrong.

Mason was stood up right, his arms crossed over his chest almost defensively as he stood talking in a small group. You could recognise Chilly and Reece but the curvy brunette with legs for days was unfamiliar to you. She stood with her back to you as she spoke animatedly to them, all laughing but you could tell Masons was only laughing out of politeness as his eyes were glued to the floor. The thing that really made you tick though was the way she kept placing her hand on his arm and leaning into him even when he moved away from her but you felt weird for spying and made your way back to the group of girlfriends you were with.

‘Do you know who that is?’ You asked Sophia, motioning over to the mystery girl but Sophia just shrugged so you nodded, figuring it must be a friend of theirs that he’d never mentioned before but you were still on edge about the whole thing, getting bad vibes from here even though you knew nothing about her.

‘Do you fancy going to sit outside for a bit, I feel I like I’m overheating in here’ Sophia laughed and you agreed, following her out to the much quieter garden where you sat by the pool, nursing your drinks and quizzing her about the upcoming trip her and Kai were about to make back home.

‘Oh my god, you’re Sophia right?’ You suddenly heard, the thick American accent unfamiliar to you but as you looked up you saw the same girl who was stood talking to Mason not too long ago. You recognised her short purple satin dress and flowing hair but looking at her face now there was no denying she was beautiful. Big brown eyes and pouty lips with her makeup done to perfection and you felt inadequate almost immediately as she took a seat opposite the pair of you. ‘I met Kai a few summers back, really sweet guy you’ve got a keeper there’ she smiled and Sophia laughed awkwardly as her eyes flashed to you, clearly noticing how she was completely ignoring your existence. ‘I’m so sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself, my names Ruby’ she nodded before her eyes finally fell to you. ‘You’re y/n, right?’ She asked, the same smile on her face but it didn’t quite reach her eyes now as she looked down at you. Her tone now seeming slightly disinterested as her face took on an unimpressed expression.

‘Um yeah, that’s me’ you nodded uncomfortably and you watched her eyebrows raise sarcastically.

‘I thought so, Masons told me all about you’ she told you, her eyes flickering over you before she plastered a fake smile on her face.

‘Oh? You know Mason?’

‘Of course, I mean we haven’t spoken in just over a year but I guess I know why now’ she winked and your blood ran cold at what she was implying. ‘I’m glad he’s finally found someone after everything I put him through’ she laughed and you had to bite your lip to try and stop yourself from crying.

‘The guys have never mentioned you before’ Sophia said, holding you hand under the table as she could tell you were a little uneasy about the whole situation and you were grateful she was there and seemed to be sticking up for you.

‘I’ve been travelling for a while so I haven’t really been around that much. I was definitely closest with Mason like we hung out all the time for months but he’s hard to get ahold of now and there’s obviously reasons he’s never spoken about me. I thought it might be cute to surprise him after not seeing him for so long’ she laughed ‘I get it though, he’s moved on and he doesn’t need me like he did. I guess it’s my fault in the first place since I left. I mean he practically begged me not to but I told him I can’t stay in London forever you know? I wasn’t ready to tie myself down but yeah I’m back now so I guess we’ll see what happens’ she laughed and you felt her look over at you but your eyes were focused on your lap as you couldn’t quite face looking at her. ‘I’m surprised he’s not out here with you, our Masey has always been a clingy one huh? It felt like he never let me out of his sight sometimes’ She giggled and you felt the anger boil up inside you, squeezing Sophia’s hand to try and calm yourself and let her know you were uncomfortable.

‘Well I guess Mason knows he’s got nothing to worry about with y/n’ Sophia quipped and you watched as Ruby scowled ever so slightly at her.

‘Anyway, it was great to meet you guys. I better go make the rounds but I’ll see you guys in a bit’ she told you and you put on your brave face to say goodbye to her. your gaze following her all the way inside.

As soon as she was out of sight you let out a wobbly breath, your eyes stinging immediately as you swallowed hard. You knew Sophia was looking down at you sympathetically and you couldn’t face any of that right now but when she pulled you into her arms you almost lost it.

‘Please don’t listen to a word she said. I was around back then and I don’t remember her at all. Whatever she had with Mason she’s probably making it out to be way more than it was’

‘It’s fine’ you laughed wiping your eyes as she rubbed up and down your back gently. ‘Honestly, like I get he has a past and stuff I just don’t need it rubbed in my face’

‘Yes there was no need for any of what she said, she’s clearly just jealous and trying to get under you skin’

‘Well it worked’ you laughed, rolling you eyes as you tried to let her know you were okay.

‘Shall I go find Mason?’ She offered but you shook you head. Not ready to be face to face with him yet as it was just clicking now that he’d known she was here and didn’t warn you. ‘Looks like he found us first’ she whispered, casing you to look up and see Mason walking over to you, his face full of confusion as he took the pair of you in. Sophia stood up, squeezing your shoulder before making way for Mason. You knew they were whispering about you but you ignored them as you wiped your eyes to try and make yourself look a bit more presentable for him and not let him know you were upset.

‘Baby? Talk to me, what’s wrong?’ Mason asked you gently, kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your thighs as he tried to catch your eyes. You knew he knew what was wrong and you didn’t want to tell him right now so you kept your eyes down and your mouth shut. You heard him sigh quietly before kissing your forehead. ‘Would you like to go?’

‘Yes please’ you whispered and you didn’t refuse him when he held his hand out for you to take. You followed him out, using the side door so you could slip out without anyone noticing and once he’d joined you in the car you kept your eyes trained out the window. ‘Can you take me home please’ you told him quietly and you saw him nod out the corner of your eye.

‘Yeah, I’m taking us home, babe’

‘No. Not your house. I want to go home’

‘What? Why?’

‘I just want to go home. I want my own bed’ you told him quietly, hearing him gulp as he started the car.

‘Baby’ he sighed but you ignored him, moving your hands away so he couldn’t hold any part of you.

‘Please’ you told him quietly and you heard him let out a heavy sigh before he drove off. You both sat in silence, you in your own little world as you thought over everything Ruby had said to you. You knew Mason hadn’t been in a long term relationship for a few years before he’d met you and he’d fooled around with a few girls in that chunk of time but this whole situation made you feel uncomfortable.

It wasn’t long before he was driving up your road and you sent a quick text to your housemate to let her know you’d be in shortly as not to give her a heart attack but Mason had other ideas. Not even stopping outside your building as he carried on straight passed without a word.

‘Mason? What are you doing? I said I wanted to go home’

‘I know’

‘Well can you turn around then please’

‘No. We’re going to mine and we’re talking about this. If you want me to take you home after then fine but I’m not letting you go and leaving things like this’ he told you calmly and you felt your eyes sting, turning to face out the window so he couldn’t see how upset you were. You didn’t want to talk to him about this right now, you wanted to rant so you could get a coherent response together before addressing it with him but he clearly had other plans, driving back to his in silence as you replayed Ruby’s words in your head.

Once he was parked, you got out of the car before he could say anything else and you let yourself in with the key he’d gifted you a few weeks ago. You didn’t know where you wanted to go and you ended up in the kitchen so you could grab yourself a drink of water. You were beginning to wonder where he was when he emerged, his face full of guilt as he caught your eye.

‘Are you gonna talk to me?’ He asked quietly

‘Do you not have anything to say first?’

‘I’m guessing Ruby spoke to you? Whatever she said it’s probably bullshit’

‘Why didn’t you tell me who she was? Or that she was there?’ You asked, your voice wobbly as you let your emotions take over. Mason looked heart broken as he looked over to you, starting to take a step so he could comfort you but you held your hands up to halt his movements.

‘Baby, please’

‘No, Mase. I feel like an idiot’ you told him, tears falling from your eyes from a mix of sadness and frustration. He completely ignored your signals for him to keep away from you and pulled you into his arms. You cursed the way you melted into him as your tears flowed quicker but you saw no use in trying to fight him off not matter how upset you were. He started rubbing slow circles on your back as you covered your face, sobbing into your hands. You hated how emotional you got over these things but it had taken a lot for you to open yourself up to Mason and this felt like a bit of a slap in the face.

Yours and Masons lives were a million miles apart and that was one of the reasons why you held back so much when the pair of you first met. You didn’t feel like you could belong in his world full of money and nice things whilst you were busting a gut at at your 9-5 whilst studying in the evenings but he always told you none of that mattered and he made you feel worthy. You knew you weren’t like like girls he’d spoken to in the past, Ruby being a prime example, but he made you feel loved and cherished and you felt like you were good for him as much as he was good for you.

‘You’re not an idiot baby. Please don’t think that. I’m the idiot.’ He told you with a laugh but you weren’t in the mood to laugh along with him. ‘Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you upset, love’ he whispered, kissing over your hairline gently but you didn’t have the courage to look up at him. You felt his arms drop to your thighs, hooking underneath and lifting you up so your legs and arms wrapped around him, your face hidden in his neck as he walked you out of the room and upstairs to bed. He laid you down and rolled you onto your side before crawling in behind you so he could spoon you.

You weren’t the best at speaking about your feelings and Mason knew this. The pair of you realised how much easier it was to to talk things out when you weren’t looking at each others faces so you often spent serious chats cuddled up like this. He let you calm down and get your breath back before kissing over your shoulder gently.

‘I’m sorry I didn’t tell you she was there. Chilly told me just before you came over to ask what was wrong and I panicked. I didn’t want to upset you and I figured she’d stay away from you so I thought it would just be best not to say anything’ he told you quietly and you shut your eyes so you could focus on your thoughts.

‘I get that, it just sucks. Like I feel like everyone was in on it and I wasn’t like some sort of joke’

‘That’s not it at all baby, I was trying to protect you’ he claimed, holding you to him a little bit tighter. ‘Tell me what she said so I can tell you it’s all rubbish’ he whispered and you felt a fresh wave of tears form in your eyes but you swallowed them down, wanting to let Mason know why you were so upset.

‘She said she knew you from a few years ago, that she left to go traveling and you’d begged her to stay and she didn’t and then basically accused me of being the reason you and her don’t speak now. Like she was the one that got away and she called you our Masey and said you were clingy’ you told him and you felt him sigh deeply behind you. ‘She also said she was back now like I should be worried about it like one look at her will make you leave me’

‘Sweetheart, I was never hers to begin with’ he huffed and you could feel him getting agitated. ‘I met her a few summers back when I was in America and she told me she was coming to visit England soon. We kept in touch and yeah when she came over for a couple of months we had a bit of thing. She told me after a month or so she wanted something serious with me but I didn’t. Like as shit as it sounds, I only saw her as someone to mess around with’ he told you, his words stinging you slightly as it felt weird to hear him talk about other girls, especially in this way. ‘She told me she was leaving if I didn’t change my mind so I told her to go cause I wouldn’t be. It was never my intention to have a girlfriend I just wanted a bit of fun for the summer. She was blowing up my phone constantly telling me I was making a mistake and that she could be good for me but I just ignored her and she stopped eventually but it’s obviously pissed her off. And like I get it maybe I was a bit of a dick to her but I was clear with her from the start what I wanted and she agreed to it’

You believed him but it didn’t make any of what he was saying or what had happened any easier to swallow.

‘So it wasn’t a proper relationship?’ You asked him softly and you felt him pull you towards him to he could kiss your cheek.

‘Not at all. She came to a few parties with me and yeah we slept together a few times but never in here like I never bought her home’ he told you and you felt yourself let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. ‘It was supposed to be just a bit of fun but she clearly had other ideas. But that’s besides the point, I should of told you who she was so you were prepared at least or stuck with you so she would of left you alone. I would say I can’t believe she made all that up but I can actually’ he sighed, and you could his eyes rolling in his head through his voice.

‘Look Mase, it’s none of my business what you got up to before me-‘

‘I want you to know though’ he interrupted ‘not because I’m being weird or anything, but I want you to know she meant nothing to me. Why do you think I fought so hard to be with you? Cause she didn’t make me feel a fraction of what you do and I knew you were meant to be mine from the second I saw you’ he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile along with him. ‘I’m yours yeah? Nothing changes that’

‘I just wished you would of told me who she was’

‘I know baby, that’s my bad. I’m so so sorry, I knew as soon as I saw you looking upset outside I’d messed up. Breaks my heart seeing you cry’

‘I just feel a bit silly’ you whispered and you felt Mason pull away from you a little bit before turning you around to look at him. He face was full of sympathy as he wiped under you eyes and kissed your forehead gently.

‘Please don’t think that. I don’t and neither does anyone else. She’s not worth getting upset about I swear. She’s obviously just jealous of you, that I’m giving your what she wanted but I haven’t wanted this with anyone until you came along. But I am sorry, I know if I was in your shoes I would of kicked off a lot more than you have’ he told you gently.

‘Did you talk to her about me?’

‘I told her I have a girlfriend but that’s about it. I don’t want her knowing our business. She spoke to Chilly and Reece more than me’

‘She said you’d told her all about me’

‘Well like I said, she talks bullshit. She saw you in a picture on chilly’s phone that’s the only reason she knew who you were’ he told you and you nodded before nestling into his chest. Breathing in his scent so you could calm down. ‘Do you still want to go home?’ He asked timidly, almost as if he was expecting you to say yes but you shook your head and felt him relax under you. ‘Okay good. How about I run us a bath and we just chill out for a bit yeah? I’ll light some candles and make it as bubbly as I can for you’ he told you and he held you even tighter as he felt you laugh into his chest, gently tilting your face up so you’d look at him. ‘I love you so much, you know that right? And I’d never do anything to hurt you, not intentionally anyway’

‘I know. I love you too’ you whispered reaching up to kiss him finally and he hummed appreciatively into your mouth.

‘I’m so sorry I ruined your night. I bet you won’t wanna go out with me again’ he laughed and you shook your head as you both sat up. ‘I promise next time I’ll make sure she’s nowhere near us. I’ll be honest I’m not sure why she was there in the first place actually’ he told you, rolling his eyes.

‘Let’s just forget about her. Come on you owe me a bath’ you chuckled and kissed his forehead before getting up.

‘I’ll meet you in there yeah?’ He questioned and you nodded before walking over to his mirror, trying to clean away the mascara stains that littered your cheeks as you took in your puffy eyes and red nose. You got lost in your own thoughts, jumping slightly as you felt Mason wrap his arms around you from behind. ‘You ready my love?’ He whispered in your ear as he kissed the side of your head gently. You smiled at him through the mirror and nodded, turning to kiss him gently and he kissed you back just as sweetly. Setting your skin alight as you got lost in each other, trying to let the other know things were okay. ‘Come on you’ he whispered, bumping his nose against yours gently ‘bath will go cold if you keep me out here any longer’ he joked before taking your hand and leading you into the bathroom. The whole Ruby saga out of you head for now as you dreamt of being warm and cozy in Masons arms.

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