#couldn’t help myself with the ‘who did this to u’ type shit
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The hero coughed blood.
Fucking shit, they thought frantically, hand pressed over the gaping wound in their side. Their new opponent packed a serious punch, more than what the agency had expected when they sent the hero out to stop them. Somehow they’d escaped, but not without the nasty stab to their stomach.
Class two villain my ass. The hero grunted as they stumbled into an alleyway, nearly slamming their shoulder into one of the brick walls. They slipped into damp corner and sat down gingerly, their breathing shallow. Cold sweat broke out on their forehead.
They shook the sputtering communication device on their wrist. Busted. The hero suddenly realized with disturbing clarity that they would die here if they didn’t get help soon, bleeding their guts out on the floor.
Blinding pain shot through their torso, and they closed their eyes, muscles clenching. They couldn’t stand up, not without passing out. And with their internal bleeding, pressure to the wound would be largely ineffective.
They were so totally fucked.
“Hero?”
The hero’s lids snapped open. The cloaked figure before them dipped and swayed, but they forced themselves to concentrate. No, that wasn’t their assaulter, that was—
“Villain,” they rasped.
“What are you doing all the way out here?” The villain’s tone was mocking, but could the hero hear a hint of concern?
The hero attempted a sloppy smirk as they approached. “Oh, y’know, just decided to get stabbed and die today. Regular hero shenanigans.” Shit, their words were slurring.
The villain didn’t respond, crouching down in front of them. Their fingers brushed over the throbbing cut on their cheek, ghosted over the bruise on their jaw—it was funny, the hero noted, how the villain's first instinct was to check their face—before trailing down to the still-bleeding wound at their side. Their hand paused.
The silence was so thick that the hero could hear their wavering heartbeat in their ears.
“Who did this to you.” The villain’s words were quiet. Deadly.
The hero choked on a disbelieving laugh. “Like you care,” they wheezed, but even they could hear the doubt in their own voice. When the villain continued to wait for an answer, they added, "One of your lackeys.” Their eyes fluttered as a wave of fatigue overwhelmed them.
The villain snapped their fingers. "Hey, stay with me." They gently removed the hero's limp hand from their side, examining the gash. They swore under their breath.
"That bad, huh," the hero huffed.
“This looks like [other villain]’s work,” the villain muttered. “Destroying your comms, letting you escape with a fatal wound, making you think you’ve gotten away when really,” their eyes slid up to meet the hero’s detached stare, “you’re on the brink of death.”
“How kind of them.”
The villain shook their head. “Why were you even fighting them? They’re superhero’s responsibility. You’re supposed to be going after me.” They paused, gaze darkening. “And only me.”
The hero shrugged minutely. “Agency assignment.” Their muscles clenched as white hot pain rattled through them again, leaving them weaker than ever. “Can you just kill me already? That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” They titled their head back against the wall and closed their eyes, feeling their body grow more distant by the second. “Just fucking do it.”
They heard the villain move, and they waited for the knife against their throat or the gun at their temple, but instead, gloved hands slid under their back and legs, lifting them up.
What? The hero shifted weakly, but the villain shushed them and bundled them closer to their chest.
“No questions. I’ve got you,” the villain murmured, holding them tightly as they sprinted down the alley, making sure they didn’t jostle their injury. “You can sleep now. I’ve got you.”
And the hero, somehow feeling safe in their enemy’s arms and too tired to wonder why they were being saved, succumbed to the pull of unconsciousness not a second later.
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part two
#this one’s longer than usual sorry#couldn’t help myself with the ‘who did this to u’ type shit#hero#villain#hero and villain#villain and hero#hero/villain#villain/hero#villain caretaker#possessive villain#but they’re kinda nice yk#enemies to lovers#maybe if u squint#my writing#writing snippet#villain-enthusiast
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does anyone else wish u could regenerate but not change and not use up a regeneration. just like do a hard reboot
#i'm gonna call myself The Sufferer
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what is it even like to not be a time lord do you like get impaled by rebar at 45 years old and just die. couldn't be me
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_____playing with a roentgen radioactive brick in the nursery rn
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i love this website because its the only place you can say you have interfered with the natural flow of time and you won't get investigated by the CIA
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who up lording they time
#no I don’t need to add any extra tags thanks I trust my audience will find it
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I was skipping school hanging out in a clearing and some guy exited a portal from a CONFESSION DIAL 😭 and he was like “Go to the city. Find someone important. Tell them I’m back. Tell them, they know what they did. And I’m on my way. And if they ask you who I am, tell them ‘I came the long way round’” 😭😭😭 what the hell
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if you have a fetish for people being born through bodily reproductive systems KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!!!! nobody needs to see that on their dash
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__Ok Puriteen you need to get on my level. sexualize looms OR ELSE!!!!!
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the high council of gallifrey: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “the timeless child” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯
Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw some pre-Hartnell doctors
My buddy the Master pacing: the Time Lords are lying to us
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I heard some kid crying himself to sleep in a cabin. COULD not be me
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Went to a museum today! I saw a lot of really cool stuff but something I couldn’t stop thinking about was this horrifically busted up Type 40 TARDIS that literally looked like it was held together with duct tape, chewed gum and prayers 😵💫😵💫 girl kill that thing I’m so sorry….
#i think it was even still alive. please put it out of its misery for the love of rassilon
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Bruh my best friend and I tried to play a prank on my brother but it went wrong and he hit his head so badly he REGENERATED i need to go into hiding
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Who am I
#please for the love of god help me
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Koschei and I skipped school today and went stargazing. We agreed to visit every single one together when we leave this stupid planet. I love them so much. We're going to be together forever.
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Why do I keep having nightmares about Gallifrey being destroyed in like 5 different ways, that could literally never happen
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I literally hate children soooo much like today some ninety year old tried to speak to me. KILL YOURSELF THIRTEEN TIMES ‼️
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For a Time Lord I have such a bad sense of time. if chamelon arches were real i would make myself literally any other species
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I have to stare into the untempered schism tomorrow. Any advice?
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HI LOVE UR WRITING!
please can u do a fic where matt is super horny, so him and y/n have phone sex. and it feels so good, he can’t stop jerking, and ends up over stimming himself. and he’s like begging her for more and shit please omg.
“i’m wearing those silky panties u got me for our anniversary”
“i love the way u sound”
“i wish u were here w me”
“please, baby, please, one more”
“moan for me”
“feels so good”
SORRY I AM A SLUT FOR DIRTY TALK
One More
Matt x Fem reader
Warnings: SMUT, phone sex, sub!matt ish?
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR!
I pull my blanket up to my chin as I watch three dots dance around on my phone screen. Matt’s response is taking longer than usual, and I know exactly why.
im wearing the silky panties you got me on our anniversary ❣️
I blush as I read over my message again and again, scanning over the teasing photo I sent of my hip clad in black silk straps. I can’t help but imagine what he could be typing, how he could be reacting to my words. My smile drops as the bubble disappears, my message left on read for 6 minutes at this point.
I don’t have much time to be disappointed. My phone vibrates in my hand as his name flashes across my screen and I feel a surge of nerves, my blood pumping fiercely through my veins as my pulse quickens.
“Hello?” I speak lowly as I place my phone against my ear.
“What was that about baby?” Matt’s voice is deep and soft across the line, but still sends a shiver down my spine.
“What are you talking about Matty?” I feign ignorance, biting hard on my lip as my cheeks burn.
“Don’t play dumb,” his voice hardens, “You’re not gonna get me hard and then act like you don’t know how it happened.”
“Oh, did I?” I say with mock confusion. “I just really like these panties and wanted to show you. They remind me of you.” I trail off and put the phone on speaker, pulling on the strap against my hip and letting it hit my skin with an audible slap.
I hear a sharp inhale echo from my speaker followed by shuffling sounds.
“Baby don’t do this to me,” he croaks, “it hurts so bad and if I leave the house Nick and Chris will wake up.”
“Who said you have to leave?” I giggle and wait for his response.
“Can you talk me through it baby? Please, I need it.” His voice is pleading but still hushed.
“Mhmm.. are you wearing anything?” I question as I lean back onto my pillow and lay my phone beside me.
“U-uh.. just sweats.” He answers quickly.
“Touch yourself over them for me.” I say as seductively as I can muster, my own arousal growing and distracting me as I picture what he looks like right now.
“I… already was..” he admits, my cheeks burning hotter as I realize what all the muffled sounds have been.
“So naughty of you, Matthew. Couldn’t even wait a couple minutes hm?”
I hear whispered curses in response and I have to squeeze my thighs together, the throbbing between my legs growing ever so strong as I picture Matt palming himself with his veiny hands in his bed.
“Take everything off Matt. It’ll feel so good without all the layers won’t it?”
“Yeah, fuck. Hang on baby.” I hear more shuffling as his phone is tossed onto his sheets. “Okay done. Fuck, I wish you were here.”
“I am here baby, just not in the same way.” I answer, realizing my hand has made its way to the hemline of my panties, rubbing back and forth subconsciously. “Are you touching yourself Matt?”
I hear a hum in response before he speaks. “Y-yes. Keep talking. Your voice is so fucking sexy.” He sounds strained, his words barely coming out.
I dip my fingers below my panties and gasp lightly as I rub my swollen clit. “I’m t-touching myself too Matty. Fuck, it’s so wet.” I moan lightly as I slip one finger into my entrance.
I hear a groan from across the line followed by deep breathing. “Oh… fuck..” He goes silent after a couple of seconds and the only sound I can hear is him shuffling around in his bed.
“Did you cum?” I question, the pattern sounding awfully familiar.
“I did. Please baby, please keep going. I need more.” I hear wet sounds and I can perfectly picture how his fist is tightly gripping his cock and pumping it with need. “Please one more, I need it so bad.”
I curl my finger and hit my most sensitive spots, closing my eyes as I listen to Matt’s heavy breathing and try to imagine that it’s him pleasuring me.
“Moan for me baby. Don’t hold it back please, fuck, I need it.” He pleads, almost whining.
I stop holding back and allow myself to sink into the pleasure, my free hand slipping my bra down to expose my nipple so I can pinch it like Matt loves to do. My sounds fall from my throat freely and elicit even more from Matt.
“I feel so good Matt, fuck.. I wish it was your fingers inside of me.” I whine as I slip my middle finger in, savoring every sensation that comes along with the fullness.
“You don’t know how bad I wish you were riding me right now.” He groans, the wet pumping sounds speeding up with every passing second. “Your pretty little pussy would feel so good around me, fuck.”
My stomach tightens at the thought of his cock hitting every spot deep inside that would drive me crazy, the thought of his jaw hanging open with his eyes squeezed shut, the thought of his hands gripping my boobs as they bounce in his face.
“Matt I th-think I’m gonna cum.” I breathe out as I slip my fingers out of my entrance and use them to rub fast circles onto my clit.
“Please, baby. Please cum, let me hear you. Fuck, please.” He croaks, sounding louder in the speaker as he moves the phone next to his ear.
I feel my body tense as I climb to my peak before the tension breaks. I moan out Matt’s name as I cum, hearing strings of curses from the other side of the line as I tremble under my own touch.
“F…fuck.” I pant, trying my hardest to catch my breath.
“Fuck, it hurts baby. I need to cum but it’s so fucking sensitive,” he hisses, his voice strained and filled with concentration. “C-can you take a picture for me?”
“What does my Matty wanna see?” I blush at his request, picking my phone up and swiping my camera open.
“You. I don’t care. Just need to see you, please. I need to cum so bad baby. Please.”
I grin to myself, enjoying this desperate side of Matt. I pull my other bra cup down so both my boobs are exposed and hold my phone up, taking a photo of my hand grasped around my left one. I open our texts and send it, watching as the read receipt immediately pops up. He was waiting for it.
“Wanna cum on those pretty tits so bad.” He groans, a rasp growing in his voice. “Fuck, I need them in my mouth.”
I open my camera back up and take in the sight of myself, my hair disheveled from my orgasm and my cheeks flushed. I bite my lip and give the doe eyes to the camera that I know he loves as I snap another photo. He’s still swooning over the first photo as I send the next, and I bite my lip as I wait for his reaction.
“I- you look so… fuck..” his breathing becomes irregular, his groans and whines sounding through my speakers.
“Come on Matt, cum for me. You can do it, I know how bad you need it.” I whisper out.
“Say it again. Fuck, I need to hear you say it again.”
“Cum for me Matt. Let it all go baby.”
The sounds that flood through my speakers are lewd and pornographic. The sound of his hand slipping up and down over his cock as he pumps himself to his second orgasm, my name drawn out as he rides through it and spills his cum onto his stomach.
I smile to myself as I listen to Matt catching his own breath just as I did moments before. We sit in silence for a couple of minutes, no words needed as we relish in the moment.
“That was…” he starts, trailing off with a deep breath.
“I know.” I giggle, finishing his train of thought before he struggles too hard to try and come up with the right words.
“I’m saving those. Fuck, I feel like I could cum again just looking at them.” I hear a few faint sounding pumps before he winces. “Way too fucking sensitive.”
“You need some rest baby. Don’t overdo it.” I laugh, standing up and heading to the bathroom to clean myself up.
“Mmm, why do you have to be right all the time?” He teases in a raspy, tired voice.
“That’s just the way it goes I guess. Now go clean up before you wake up all crusty.” I joke as I turn my shower on to warm up.
“That’s actually disgusting.” He over dramatically gags and I hear a shuffle before I hear a door being opened.
“I love you, Matty.” I giggle, placing my phone on the counter.
“I love you, angel.” he replies before the line disconnects.
a/n i haven’t written in so long omfg the holidays have me FUCKED up. i hope you all enjoy desperate matt 😵💫
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U don’t have to answer this if u don’t want to, but can I ask why the server was toxic? U don’t have to go into detail but u seem so chill with everything it’s weird to see you talk about an actual bad experience and talk about how it affected you
TW// suicide mention, death mention, toxic environments
idk it’s a lot and i certainly won’t go into detail because i am still in contact my closest friend, who was there with me, and they definitely had a worse experience than i did with it and the last thing i want to do is trigger or upset them with past things!
but, for me it was mostly emotionally exhausting. i was young, like 16, and joined someone’s server for fun and because i had a lot of influence in the fe3h community at the time, was instantly offered a mod position and then eventually became sole owner. it grew and grew and eventually, i was trying to mod a server of probably about 150 people by myself.
i couldn’t handle it well and had my close friend become an owner with me. strict rules were put down and most people followed them well and were very great, but there were of course a few odd ones out with the emotional maturity of a cucumber. very “oh woe is me, im the worst person in the world i should die” type of manipulative people and if you know me, i don’t stand for that kind of stuff.
minors and adults were allowed to interact in the server on certain terms, while they also had their own private channels for just adults and just minors for those who weren’t comfortable talking to the other. overall, i believe my friend and i owned and modded it quite well, but one rotten apple always ruins the whole bunch and eventually, i just broke. i couldn’t deal with it anymore and left, leaving my friend to own it. i still helped in the background, talking to them and checking up, but eventually they left as well.
we won’t talk about the server with each other, it’s in the past. it brings up bad feelings and bad memories and stressful times. i had to deal with a minor threatening suicide in our server while in the hospital with my grandmother, who was on her deathbed and died several hours later. i hope whoever that minor was is doing okay, and i apologize for banning them from the server, but that is just not appropriate especially after resources were given and help was offered. i hope they are okay.
i don’t get close to people online, i don’t do huge public things. i never thought i’d have nearly 6k on this writing account right now, and it doesn’t feel like i do because i kept my presence very small and stayed apart from the genshin community and while i’m mutuals with many well known writers, i just can’t get myself out there like that anymore. i struggle to trust that i won’t be manipulated again. my words could be vastly interpreted and i could become the bad guy again, like i was over and over and over because i couldn’t serve everyone there the way they wanted. i rarely join servers, because i am often expected to mod despite me turning down the offers.
bad times, but it made me, me and i’ve grown a lot in person and online. don’t trust everyone you meet on the internet, and don’t be afraid to make cuts and boundaries against people who continue to wear you down. i’m chill with everyone and i will always, always, always try to be nice to people. i’m often called rude or a bitch or such, but it is not unkind to be firm in your boundaries. it is not bitchy to keep walls up against strangers who aren’t entitled to your real-life time or worries. do and act how you need to in order to preserve yourself, your health, and your mental state
would i make another server one day? maybe. i love talking to people and i loved the community i had before it went to shit. i just don’t know if i could handle it if what happened there happened again
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Been asking this dude if I could take him to this art museum that’s on campus for a week and change now because I saw some shit I really wanted to share w him and i feel like time Together spent in an art museum is meaningful and enriching of body mind soul spirit and heart and I’m leaving college moving back home tomorrow and so i said i think today is our last day to do it and he said ok but in the morning it became I don’t know and I love you but I have all these other things to do .. ok why didn’t you do them already? Why did you hang out w me instead of working on ur stuff when the only thing I really wanted to do with you before we parted ways was go to this art museum. I mentioned it a million times.
To me Love is doing what makes the person you love happy - that, at least, being your strong desire .. that’s how it works for me! I waited 3 hours at his house yesterday while he fell asleep just because I knew our time together was short and if I left I couldn’t see him when he woke up. But iit wwsnt fun to wait for that long but it’s the type of thing I would do witho it question because . If you’re tired, I love u, sleep. If you’re hungry, I love you, eat, I’ll make u food! I used to make this mans bed after a sleepover. I bought him 2 tabs of acid and I smoke him up for free literally whenever. Im the one walking to his house 90% of the time so he doesn’t have to walk to me. And i did all those things without thinking because to me it’s just what you do if you’re in love. But he cant find an hour in his day to do something that’s important to me - that he would probably like!!Cuz he likes photography and thers such a cool photgraphy exhibit.
My school year was spent 1.Being my boyfriend’s girlfriend 2.Being alone and truly miserable after the relationship ended because I Cheated 3.Trying to date the person I cheated on my ex w Because i subsequently fell in love w him 4.Never dating him. And u might ask why i stayed or why it lasted so long with a boy who never would date me and it’s because he said he loved me.And that was enough for me. I still don’t think labels are that important..Unless they are individually. And it became important to me that we label our relationship after it became clear we acted like we were dsting and he still was opposed to doing that. In a way im glad summer will force an ending to all this. I expended so much love on this person and I’m not saying I didn’t get anything back, because I did, but I still wanted more. Perpetual state of wanting more from him=Perpetual disappointment. And that means in the final moments i spend with him I find myself Angry and disillusioned and I can’t even enjoy our time together the same way. My love is a laborious emotional effort and is felt by me in every atom and I find it near impossible to believe he loves me the same way, because he always hesitates to sacrifice for me, when I would do the same instantly for him.
I just kissed him goodbye and left. I wonder when is the next time I will see him. One of these times it will be the last. I did not give him the love letter I wrote for him. Part of me wants to withhold it and say I spilled water all over it or packed it up in my luggage. I could go to the art museum with him tomorrow, is the truth. I didn’t know that till this morning when my mom said she would be picking me up at 5 tomorrow. I did not tell him this because maybe I don’t want to go with him anymore. Maybe i am tired of loving him so much and knowing I love him so much i would damn near do anything for him, maybe I am tired of heat being returned by warm. It helped. Me.
To fall in love with someone who would not bend so easily to my whims, To fall in love with someone that inflamed my pride, thus giving me countless chances to conquer it and choose love. So many times I was given the chance to get annoyed, go silent, yell, leave, abandon conflict, and instead I tried always to choose to love through it. I tried always Patience and Understanding and it was not easy but became easier and I saw that Love was worth it. Always it is better to have loved and lost than to have never felt it at all. He was never my partner, my soulmate, my other half, never the love of my life, but he was my favorite person to hang out with on campus, favorite person to show new songs and pictures to, and I did love him wnd care about him in a deeply intimate, unforgettable way. I am lost right now. Physically, I mean I got off the elevator at a weird place now I’m wandering around outside his dorm quite lost and unfamiliar. And i don’t like to sleep in quite this late. I am an early riser by nature. And I am most productive when I rise early . I am GEtting extremely frustrated to be aimlessly walking . Now I am in a entirely different dorm I have never been in before. I feel sweaty and my underwear are twisted up in my pants so it’s uncomfortable when I walk. My sunglasses are on my head but every three steps they fall into my face. The sweat is giving me a developing smell. I am lost. And for some reason I am inclined to blame other people for this. I feel weaker with every step. I do not know what I want to do today. All I wanted to do was take him to the art museum. I guess I will go alone if I still do please. I was thinking of bringing a note book and logging which art I like best and why. Starting to study/track influences and all. I also should start to pack up even more of my room. Tonight will be my last night sleeping in it. I wonder if I will be sleeping alone. Tonight is also my last night to sleep with Him. Does he realize? Does he think of these things? And do they imbue him with urgency, or fear, do they make him feel like sand is slipping through his hands? Or inspire cool relief? Or simply, do these things that consume me remain unknown to him? It hurts to consider. I am walking in a godforsaken loop. Every time I take a turn that I thought I hadn’t tried before. It leads me back to the same hellish places . This walk is very metaphorical. He said he won’t visit me at least for a month into summer. He needs “gas money.” He may as well have said goodbye then and there. I wonder if I am going to be able to escape missing him. I will try to feel my devastation with grace. And finally I have walked back to a familiar place. Not yet home but I know how to get there.
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i’m just a girl who loves video games
hello!!!!
i feel like Magnolia summed up what we are doing pretty well, god bless, but fitting in with the genre of Magnolia’s post i might just ramble about video games. i love video games. i’m watching a video game play through as i type this actually (jacksepticeye i love u) and two games in particular have taken over my attention at the moment, well 3 but we’ll get there.
i was going to talk about my week, but i don’t wanna have my first post be negative u know? not that it’s been the worst week of all time but it’s definitely not the best. too many uncertainties in my life atm. also it’s too cold.
anyway, video games!! i recently moved our old tv and my games consoles into my bedroom, never had a tv in my room before which is hilarious considering my age. but, i wanted to be able to play more this year and not be in anyone’s way so i’ve been very comfortably screaming at my tv from my bed as i try not to die.
the first game i played this year which i have been waiting for for months is
God of War: Ragnarok
i played the first one on recommendation from a boy (ew) and fucking LOVED it. i blasted through it so fast and wanted to get ragnarok immediately but unfortunately, i am poor. i got it for christmas however and couldn’t start it as soon as i wanted bc i had to work but once i did boy let me TELL YOU IT’S SOOOOOO GOOOOOD. i am not good at video games really, i struggle to remember combos and to use my shield and to dodge and basically just button smash until the enemy or i die. works better than u would expect tbh even if literally everyone judges me for it. i am good with a bow and arrow though and my aim has gotten so much better since i’ve been playing fortnite (shut up.) so obviously i’m playing give me story. of course i’m playing give me story have i ever played a video game on anything other than easy mode. i did find out that i was wearing a bad armour set just last night tho, so hopefully i find it a little easier to fight shit now, guess we’ll see. but fuck me is it good. obviously no spoilers but shits heating up atm and i’m really genuinely scared about where the story is going to go. i’m worried kratos is going to die but he’s immortal! he’ll be fine! but i don’t trustn anyone or the game or anything anyone says to me ever bc WHY would they make such a point of fate and prophecy if it’s not going to happen???? mega stress but 10/10 what a beautiful game! my screenshots on my playstation is mostly just the scenery at this point bc wowowowowow.
so you would think the other game i’m playing is chill and nice and something i can relax whilst playing right?
WRONG!
Disco Elysium
stress.
so much stress.
i’m laughing but the stress that is coarsing through my veins is as thick as lava and i’m struggling to breathe as i try desperately to pick between 3 options with awful dialogue that will most definitely end up with me in the shit or a slave to capitalism in game as well as in real life which really isn’t ideal.
i got a achievement for being the ‘most apologetic cop’ the other day, i think that perfectly sums up how i’m playing. i just want to help but that seems to be LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO DO. i really love choice based games but this one is on a level of intense and confusing that i’ve never seen. it’s a masterpiece. every line of dialogue is beautiful and hilarious and insane and the world building is incredible and lieutenant kim kitsuragi is the love of my life. i have no idea what’s truly going on with harry, like i literally cannot work it out and i also don’t know who committed the murder, i thought i did and then i fucked up so SO badly that i had to quit the game and go calm down bc i was so mad at myself. like, literally fuming. i could never be a police officer.
i finished the game in between me first writing this and finally posting and again, i won’t say much bc spoilers but i cried and haven’t stopped thinking about it since. i’ve added about 40 video essays to watch and will definitely be playing it again and going down a different path (basically trying to be less of a wet blanket.)
everyone should play this game, it’s genuinely one of the most incredible games i’ve ever played. the hyperfixation is brewing and if u see me deep in the harry/kim tag on ao3 in about a week no u didn’t!
i’ve also been playing
Star Wars Battlefront 2
for some reason.
we know the reason. same reason i started playing fortnite. no more explanation needed.
i’m very bad at it. mostly bc idk what’s going on and the man i am playing it with is not very good at explaining things in a way that makes sense to me so i just kinda run around and try not to die. but then you need to die to be able to get better characters? such a weird mechanic. it’s very pretty though and i’m on a star wars hype atm so i am enjoying myself but i like fortnite more. i actually kinda love fortnite, don’t tell anyone.
my biggest complaint is that i don’t just get to use a cool character straight away like i don’t want to be a stormtrooper i want to be kylo ren what do u mean i don’t have enough points??? wild.
also an honorary shout out to undertake/deltarune, i’ve been rewatching dan and phil and jacksepticeye play them bc i’m hoping for new deltarune this year but no pressure toby pls take ur time i’ll wait forever if i have to.
i’m not sure what new games are out this year otherwise, i’ve got to finish assasins creed odyssey after god of war and i keep being bugged to play red dead redemption 2 which i probably will after AC. i think the new concernedape game comes out this year, which i will definitely be playing bc stardew valley is one of my fave games ever. it’ll be nice to play something gentle for once, i’m glad i got into more ‘serious’ games over the last year or so but i do miss my cosy games, i feel like i’ve abandoned them.
anyway, i think i’ve talked enough. one honorary shout out to kieran culkin for all his award wins! that’s my boy!
big love to my girlies, this has been so fun i’m excited for next weeks!
mwah mwah,
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Knots and knightmares
I hate having these knots in my stomach. It’s because I texted Liamdanny 2 days ago and he hasn’t texted me back. Ugh. A simple reply is all I need. I hate when he leaves me on delivered.
In other news, he’s finally becoming more intimate with Ashley. When he wrote, “I wish I could hold you in my arms,” I responded “Ew,” as Ashley in my mind. Why am I like this? Firstly because he doesn’t even know her and he already wants to hold her, ew. Ya they’ve been talking for a few weeks, but it’s mostly morning and goodnight. Nothing deep. I know I’m jealous because he texts her everyday. And he’s just trying to fuck her. Still, I wish he would text me. I feel like he thinks because I mentioned Utah he thinks I’m a stalker. But he told me he used to live there. I feel like he blocked me because my iMessage doesn’t say delivered. I feel embarrassed texting again so soon. Let me give it a couple of days. I’m gonna punish him and not reply for a few days. I feel awkward for her and him. He doesn’t seem like the type to write that shit. I mean ya he has before with me, but after meeting him, it is a bit weird to hear him say stuff like that.
Part of me wants to wait and have him text me first. But the longest he hasn’t texted me is like 5 or 7 days and that felt like forever. Ugh. I hate being infatuated. Esp with someone who doesn’t want a relationship. When will I ever find someone who wants me as much as I want them?
I had a really bad nightmare. 2 of them in fact. In the first one, I was driving and as I was drifting to sleep in real life, I fell asleep on the road in my dream. I try to wake up in the dream but it’s hard. My face is tightly closed and it’s hard to open my eyes, much like coming out of anesthesia after surgery. When I manage to open my eyes, I notice I’ve been in a car accident and I struggle to reach for the keys to turn off the car. Michelle is in the passenger side moaning and she manages to unbuckle herself and rolls out of the car. I realize the car is upside down. I manage to get out somehow but I’m crawling on my stomach. I hear Michelle moaning and drowning in a puddle on the street. She cries for help. I make my way to her and hold her in my arms. She is gasping for air. She feels so light and broken. I call 911 and I’m crying telling them to hurry up and help my sister. She’s dying.
The next thing that happens is the scariest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I felt someone crawling on me like a snake and hanging onto me and hugging me letting me know things are going to be okay. I wanted it to be my mom or my sister. But the hug didn’t feel comforting. It felt sinister and slimy. Like an alien or demon. I quickly called out to God and asked him to protect me from all evil. I tried speaking but I couldn’t. I tried moving to shake the hugging off, but it wasn’t working. I was paralyzed. I heard myself crying to God and trying to open my eyes and move but I couldn’t. I felt like I was tied up. After what seemed like about the longest 2 minutes of my life, I finally started waking up and moving in real life as if waking up from anesthesia. I started crying because of how scared I was.
I googled this shit. It’s fucking sleep paralysis! Fuck! As if I don’t have enough problems. Why does it have to be a fucken demon? Why can’t it be cute kittens or angels rocking u to sleep? That is the last time I’m eating late again. I’m gonna try exercising everyday, sleep at a reasonable hour and use my cpap. Man, fuck those demons! That shit was scary asf!
Yesterday, I also experienced a bit of sleep paralysis. I was drowning and I couldn’t wake up, but eventually I did. It felt so real. It sucks because the week after I met Liamdanny I was on a high. And I was waking up early and sleeping early for at least 2 weeks until I reverted back to my sleeping cycle.
I’ve been off my meds for almost 2 months now and I’m starting to feel the real sadness creep in again. I think I’m going to go back on them. I just feel like crying all the time. :(
#dating#sleep paralysis#catfish#unhinged#insomia#sleep demon#fight those demons#depression anxiety#post traumatic stress disorder#online dating
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short story? (fictional..I guess)
Tuesday, 1:45 pm
Today was a windy day on the East bay. My feet are crunching the blank ground beneath my feet. I’m wearing a jacket but it’s so cold! The wool socks I’m wearing are a bit wet, and that was when I remembered I had hot chocolate at home. As I was on my way home, I see these to people close together. What are they doing? Why are they kissing? Aren’t they a bit close? Are they friends? I don’t know what to think.
I spot someone else across the street, and I could sense their jealousy of the close two. Then I heard the the two say, “I love you, my sweet sunshine!”, at the same time, but it wasn’t exact.
They’re in love. Love! What utter bullshit.
I hurried along the snow, almost frustrated. Okay, not almost, I was frustrated. I AM FRUSTRATED! Why am I so frustrated?! Oh I’m home. Great.
My stiff discolored hands reach for the doorknob. It’s so cold and metallic. As I open the oak doors to my home, I close it just as quickly.
SIGH
My mind is carrying a weight that I don’t to be true. I can’t fall in love. Well, at least, I don’t think so. Oh how I wish I could feel those wonderful feelings.
I enter my disheveled room, not prepared for anything, so I collapse onto my bed in all my warm clothes.
Wednesday, 3 am
I’m hungry. My eyes are a bit blurry, so I rub them, so I can see once again. It’s 3 AM!! My stomach hurts, so I go to the kitchen, and look at my fridge.
It’s empty. Great! Just great.
I spot a remote to left and pick it to turn on my tv, then I hear my ringer go off. It’s my best friend, Jean. Well, I have a few best friends, and I love them so much. It’s not romantic...is there a word for that? ...I mean there can’t be...can there?
I pick up my phone and this is how the conversation goes:
Me: Fitz?! Isn’t it a bit late?
Fitz: lol Jet lol, why r u up at this time?
Me: I...I couldn’t sleep.
Fitz: lol same.
Me: Fitz, I need help?
Fitz: okay bestie! what u need help with?
Me: Well...I think I’m broken?!
Fitz: WOAH THERE!!! Who are you and what did you do to my bestie?!
Me: pfft...OH GOD it’s 4 am already!!!
Fitz: 9 pm over here baBY!
Me: I can’t fall in love...is that bad?
Fitz: Bro...why’d u thing it was wrong?
Me: because I’ve been told that I’ll fall in love with somebody, but it is yet to happen.
Fitz: u could be...aromantic? #noromo
Me: I’ve gotta feel a little attraction...right?
Fitz: Mate, calm ya tits, and look the damn thing up!
Me: okay okay...I WILL :{
.....
...
Fitz: Good night Jet, you’re an amazing friend :O
Me: Thanks, gn
Fitz: ‘night
12 hours later
OH shit...I fell asleep with the tv on! And yesterday...oh GOD!!! I miss Fitz. They were such a good friend...and I guess I’ll take their advice...not that I want to. I open up my computer and start typing in “Signs I might be aromantic?” and “What does it mean to be aromantic?”, and lastly “Am I aro?”. I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole, but OOO!
Th-that’s me...THAT’S ME!! Fitz was right...I am aromantic.... Wait there’s other like me. THere’s a whole spectrum?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!! WHY aren’t we taught this earlier?! If only I found out sooner...then everything would have hurt less. Well, it’s not like I can change much, so I guess I’m glad I came to this strange conclusion?
So yeah yesterday was cold, but now I feel a bit warmer knowing a bit more about myself. So HAH! Take that world! I’m gonna soar beyond and create my own path because I don’t need to fall in love to be human. Why is it shown so much though? The media is weird. Okay....a lot of things are weird.
#actually aromantic#aromantic#aro#queer#short fiction#short story#queer identity#queer story#queerness
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** sour sentence starters.
brutal.
“ i think that i’ll die before i drink. ”
“ i'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you. ”
“ i'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life. ”
“ they'd all be so disappointed because who am I if not exploited? ”
“ where's my fuckin' teenage dream? ”
“ if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry. ”
“ i'm anxious and nothing can help. ”
“ i wish I'd done this before. ”
“ i wish people liked me more. ”
“ all I did was try my best. ”
“ this the kind of thanks I get? ”
“ they say these are the golden years. ”
“ i wish I could disappear. ”
“ god, it's brutal out here. ”
“ i feel like no one wants me. ”
“ i only have two real friends. ”
“ lately I'm a nervous wreck. ”
“ i love people I don't like. ”
“ i hate every song I write. ”
“ i'm not cool, and I'm not smart. ”
“ i can't even parallel park. ”
“ got a broken ego, broken heart. ”
“ i don't even know where to start. ”
traitor.
“ brown guilty eyes and little white lies. ”
“ i played dumb but I always knew. ”
“ i kept quiet so I could keep you. ”
“ ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits? ”
“ ain't it funny how you said you were friends? ”
“ it sure as hell don't look like it. ”
“ you betrayed me. ”
“ i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. ”
“ loved you at your worst but that didn't matter. ”
“ guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor. ”
“ there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly. ”
“ ain't it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid? ”
“ remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid? ”
“ i wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you. ”
“ you gave me your word but that didn't matter. ”
drivers license.
“ i got my driver's license last week. ”
“ just like we always talked about. ”
“ today I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around. ”
“ you're probably with that blonde girl. ”
“ she's so much older than me. ”
“ she's everything I'm insecure about. ”
“ how could I ever love someone else? “
“ i know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one. ”
“ i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. ”
“ guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me. ”
“ all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you. ”
“ I kinda feel sorry for them because they'll never know you the way that I do. ”
“ i still see your face in the white cars, front yards. ”
“ can't drive past the places we used to go to because I still fuckin' love you. ”
1 step forward, 3 steps back.
“ i called you on the phone today. ”
“ all I did was speak normally. ”
“ you got me fucked up in the head. ”
“ like am I pretty? am I fun? ”
“ i hate that I gave you power over that kind of stuff. ”
“ it's always one step forward and three steps back. ”
“ i'm the love of your life until I make you mad. ”
“ do you love me, want me, hate me? i don't understand. ”
“ maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting. ”
“ which lover will I get today? ”
“ will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'? ”
“ it's back and forth, did I say somethin' wrong? ”
“ it's back and forth, goin' over everything I said. ”
“ i'd leave you, but the roller coaster's all I've ever had. ”
deja vu.
“ strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two? ”
“ i bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique. ”
“ so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? ”
“ that was our place, I found it first. ”
“ i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you. ”
“ do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ”
“ do you call her, almost say my name? ”
“ i hate to think that I was just your type. ”
“ don't act like we didn't do that shit too. ”
“ play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel. ”
good 4 u.
“ well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. ”
“ you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. ”
“ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? ”
“ good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself. ”
“ i guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped. ”
“ now you can be a better man for your brand new girl. ”
“ well, good for you, you look happy and healthy. ”
“ not me, if you ever cared to ask. ”
“ good for you, you're doin' great out there without me. ”
“ i've lost my mind. ”
“ i've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom. ”
“ it's like we never even happened. ”
“ what the fuck is up with that? ”
“ good for you, it's like you never even met me. ”
“ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you? ”
“ well, screw that and screw you. ”
“ you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do. ”
“ maybe I'm too emotional. ”
“ your apathy's like a wound in salt. ”
“ maybe I'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all. ”
“ like a damn sociopath. ”
enough for you.
“ i wore makeup when we dated because I thought you'd like me more. ”
“ i know that you loved before. ”
“ tried so hard to be everything that you like. ”
“ i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart. ”
“ stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. ”
“ i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave. ”
“ you found someonе more exciting. ”
“ you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong. ”
“ you always say I'm never satisfied but I don't think that's true. ”
“ all I ever wanted was to be enough for you. ”
“ maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before. ”
“ you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more. ”
“ i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that. ”
“ i don’t want your sympathy, i just want myself back. ”
“ don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? ”
“ don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? ”
“ don’t tell me you’re sorry, feel sorry for yourself. ”
“ someday i’ll be everything to somebody else. ”
“ you’ll be the one crying. ”
happier.
“ we broke up a month ago. ”
“ your friends are mine you know. ”
“ you’ve moved on, found someone new. ”
“ i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past. ”
“ she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty. ”
“ does she mean you forgot about me ? ”
“ i hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me. ”
“ i’m selfish i know. i can’t let you go. ”
“ find someone great, but don’t find no one better. ”
“ i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier. ”
“ do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen? ”
“ an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean. ”
“ remember when i believe you meant it when you said it first to me? ”
“ now i’m picking her apart like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. ”
“ she’s beautiful, she looks kind. ”
“ she probably gives you butterflies. ”
“ i wish you all the best, really. ”
“ say you love her, just not like you loved me. ”
“ think of me fondly when your hands are on her. ”
jealousy jealousy.
“ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. ”
“ all i see are girls too good to be true. ”
“ i know their beauty’s not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back. ”
“ comparison is killing me slowly. ”
“ i think i think too much. ”
“ i’m so sick of myself, i’d rather be anyone else. ”
“ my jealousy started following me. ”
“ i see everyone getting all the things i want. ”
“ i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not. ”
“ i can’t stand it. ”
“ oh god i sound crazy. ”
“ their win is not my loss, i know it’s true. ”
“ i can’t help getting caught up in it all. ”
“ all your friends are so cool. ”
“ you go out every night. ”
“ you’re living the life. ”
“ i want to be you so bad, and i don’t even know you. ”
“ all i see is what i should be. ”
favourite crime.
“ know that i love you so bad. ”
“ i let you treat me like that. ”
“ i was your willing accomplice. ”
“ i watched as you fled the scene. ”
“ doe-eyed as you buried me. ”
“ the things i did just so i could call you mine. ”
“ the things you did. well, i hope i was your favourite crime. ”
“ you used me as an alibi. ”
“ i crossed my heart and you crossed the line. ”
“ i defended you to all my friends. ”
“ every time i siren sounds, i wonder if you’re around. ”
“ you know that i’d do it all again. ”
“ it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do. ”
“ i was going down but i was doing it with you. ”
“ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face. ”
“ look what we became. ”
hope ur ok.
“ his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child. ”
“ wore long sleeves because of his dad. ”
“ somehow we fell out of touch. ”
“ hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush. ”
“ don’t know if i’ll see you again someday. ”
“ i hope that you’re okay. ”
“ her parents hated who she loved. ”
“ she was brought into a world where family was merely blood. ”
“ with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred. ”
“ we don’t talk much. ”
“ i miss you and i hope that you’re okay. ”
“ address the letter to the holes in my butterfly wings. ”
“ nothing’s forever, nothing is as good as it seems. ”
“ when the clouds are ironed our and the monsters creep into your house, every door is hard to close. ”
“ i hope you know how proud i am. ”
“ i hope that you’re happier today. ”
“ i love you and i hope that you’re okay. ”
#rp meme#rp sentence meme#rp sentence starters#ask meme#rp ask prompts#lyrical meme#lyric rp meme#this took approx 900 years to make
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SOUR SENTENCE STARTERS
(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY THREE sentence starters taken from OLIVIA RODRIGO’s first album ‘ SOUR ’ . ))
001. BRUTAL .
‘ i think that i'll die before i drink . ’
‘ who likes me ?? ’
‘ who hates you ?? ’
‘ who am i if not exploited ?? ’
‘ where's my fucking teenage dream ?? ’
‘ i don't stick up for myself . ’
‘ i'm anxious and nothing can help . ’
‘ and i wish i'd done this before . ’
‘ and i wish people liked me more . ’
‘ all i did was try my best , this the kinda thanks i get ?? ’
‘ i wish i could disappear . ’
‘ ego crush is so severe . ’
‘ god , it's brutal out here . ’
‘ i feel like no one wants me . ’
‘ and i hate the way i'm perceived . ’
‘ i only have two real friends . ’
‘ lately , i'm a nervous wreck . ’
‘ i'm not cool , and i'm not smart , and i can't even parallel park . ’
‘ got a broken ego , and broken heart . ’
‘ god , i don't even know where to start . ’
002. TRAITOR .
‘ i played dumb , but i always knew . ’
‘ i kept quiet so i could keep you . ’
‘ ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits ?? ’
‘ ain't it funny how you said you were friends ?? now it sure as hell don't look like it . ’
‘ you betrayed me . ’
‘ i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt . ’
‘ you talked to her when we were together . ’
‘ loved you at your worst , but that didn't matter . ’
‘ it took you two weeks to go off and date her . ’
‘ guess you didn't cheat , but you're still a traitor . ’
‘ there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly . ’
‘ remember i brought her up and you told me i was paranoid ?? ’
‘ god , i wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you . ’
‘ you gave me your word , but that didn't matter . ’
003. DRIVERS LICENSE .
‘ i got my driver's license last week . ’
‘ you were so excited for me . ’
‘ and you're probably with that blonde girl who always made me doubt . ’
‘ she's everything i'm insecure about . ’
‘ how could i ever love someone else ?? ’
‘ i know we weren't perfect but i've never felt this way for no one . ’
‘ i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that i'm gone . ’
‘ guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me . ’
‘ you said forever , now i drive alone past your street . ’
‘ all my friends are tired of hearing how much i miss you . ’
‘ they'll never know you the way that i do . ’
‘ today , i drove through the suburbs and pictured i was driving home to you . ’
‘ i still fuckin' love you , babe . ’
‘ i still hear your voice in the traffic . ’
‘ i know we're through but i still fuckin' love you . ’
004. 1 STEP FORWARD , 3 STEPS BACK .
‘ all i did was speak normally . somehow , i still struck a nerve . ’
‘ you got me fucked up in the head , boy . ’
‘ never doubted myself so much . ’
‘ am i pretty ?? am i fun ?? ’
‘ i hate that i give you power over that kinda stuff . ’
‘ it's always one step forward and three steps back . ’
‘ i'm the love of your life until i make you mad . ’
‘ do you love me , want me , hate me ?? ’
‘ i don't understand . ’
‘ maybe in some masochistic way i kind of find it all exciting . ’
‘ which lover will i get today ?? ’
‘ will you walk me to the door or send me home crying ?? ’
‘ did i say something wrong ?? ’
‘ it's back and forth , going over everything i said . ’
‘ did i do something wrong ?? ’
‘ maybe this is all your fault instead . ’
‘ i'd leave you , but the rollercoaster's all i've ever had . ’
005. DEJA VU .
‘ so when you gonna tell her that we did that too ?? ’
‘ that was our place , i found it first . ’
‘ i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you . ’
‘ do you get déjà vu when she’s with you ?? ’
‘ do you get déjà vu ?? ’
‘ do you call her , almost say my name ?? ’
‘ let's be honest , we kinda do sound the same . ’
‘ i hate to think that i was just your type . ’
‘ now i bet you even tell her how you love her . ’
‘ don't act like we didn't do that shit too . ’
‘ you're tradin' jackets like we used to do . ’
‘ a different girl now , but there's nothing new . ’
‘ i know you get déjà vu . ’
006. GOOD 4 U .
‘ good for you , i guess you moved on really easily . ’
‘ you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks . ’
‘ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world ?? ’
‘ good for you , i guess that you've been workin' on yourself . ’
‘ i guess that therapist i found for you , she really helped . ’
‘ now you can be a better man for your brand new girl . ’
‘ well , good for you you look happy and healthy , not me , if you ever cared to ask . ’
‘ good for you you're doin' great out there without me , baby , god , i wish that i could do that . ’
‘ i've lost my mind , i've spent the night cryin' on the floor of my bathroom . ’
‘ you're so unaffected , i really don't get it but i guess good for you . ’
‘ well , good for you , i guess you're gettin' everything you want . ’
‘ it's like we never even happened baby , what the fuck is up with that ?? ’
‘ good for you , it's like you never even met me . ’
‘ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you ?? well , screw that , and screw you . ’
‘ you will never have to hurt the way you know that i do !! ’
‘ maybe i'm too emotional but your apathy's like a wound in salt . ’
‘ maybe i'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all . ’
‘ maybe i'm too emotional . ’
‘ your apathy is like a wound in salt . ’
‘ maybe you never cared at all . ’
‘ good for you you're doin' great out there without me , baby , like a damn sociopath . ’
007. ENOUGH FOR YOU .
‘ i wore makeup when we dated 'cause i thought you'd like me more . ’
‘ tried so hard to be everything that you liked . ’
‘ i knew how you took your coffee and your favorite songs by heart . ’
‘ i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that i was smart . ’
‘ i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave . ’
‘ you found someonе more exciting the nеxt second , you were gone . ’
‘ you left me there cryin' , wonderin' what i did wrong . ’
‘ and you always say i'm never satisfied but i don't think that's true . ’
‘ all i ever wanted was to be enough for you . ’
‘ and maybe i'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before . ’
‘ but god , you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more . ’
‘ i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that . ’
‘ i don't want your sympathy , i just want myself back . ’
‘ i just want myself back . ’
‘ don't you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded ?? ’
‘ don't you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing ?? ’
‘ but don't tell me you're sorry . ’
‘ feel sorry for yourself . ’
‘ someday , i'll be everything to somebody else . ’
‘ you say i'm never satisfied but that's not me , it's you . ’
‘ all i ever wanted was to be enough . ’
‘ i don't think anything could ever be enough for you . ’
‘ nothing's enough for you . ’
008. HAPPIER .
‘ you've moved on , found someone new . ’
‘ i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past . ’
‘ does she mean you forgot about me ?? ’
‘ i hope you're happy but not like how you were with me . ’
‘ i'm selfish , i know , i can't let you go . ’
‘ find someone great , but don't find no one better . ’
‘ i hope you're happy , but don't be happier . ’
‘ do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen ?? ’
‘ remember when i believed you meant it when you said it first to me ?? ’
‘ and now i'm pickin' her apart like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart . ’
‘ she's beautiful , she looks kind ... she probably gives you butterflies . ’
‘ i wish you all the best , really . ’
‘ say you love her , just not like you loved me . ’
‘ think of me fondly when your hands are on her . ’
009. JEALOUSY , JEALOUSY .
‘ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room . ’
‘ i know their beauty's not my lack . ’
‘ i can't let it go . ’
‘ comparison is killin' me slowly . ’
‘ i think i think too much 'bout kids who don't know me . ’
‘ i'm so sick of myself . ’
‘ i'd rather be anyone else . ’
‘ my jealousy started followin' me . ’
‘ i'm happy for them , but then again , i'm not . ’
‘ oh god , i sound crazy . ’
‘ their win is not my loss . ’
‘ i can't help gettin' caught up in it all . ’
‘ all your friends are so cool , you go out every night . ’
‘ you're livin' the life . ’
‘ i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you . ’
‘ all i see is what i should be: happier . prettier . ’
‘ all i see is what i should be . ’
‘ i'm losin' it , all i get's jealousy . ’
010. FAVORITE CRIME .
‘ know that i loved you so bad i let you treat me like that . ’
‘ i was your willing accomplice . ’
‘ i watched as you fled the scene . ’
‘ one heart broke , four hands bloody . ’
‘ the things i did just so i could call you mine . ’
‘ the things you did … well , i hope i was your favorite crime . ’
‘ you used me as an alibi . ’
‘ i defended you to all my friends . ’
‘ now every time a siren sounds i wondеr if you're around . ’
‘ 'cause you know that i'd do it all again . ’
‘ i hope i was your favorite crime . ’
‘ it's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do . ’
‘ i was goin' down , but i was doin' it with you . ’
‘ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face . ’
‘ look what we became . ’
‘ i hope i was your favorite crime , 'cause baby , you were mine . ’
011. HOPE UR OK .
‘ his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child . ’
‘ he wore long sleeves 'cause of his dad . ’
‘ somehow , we fell out of touch . ’
‘ don't know if i'll see you again someday but if you're out there , i hope that you're okay . ’
‘ she raised her brothers on hеr own . ’
‘ she couldn't wait to go to college . ’
‘ she was brought into a world where family was merely blood . ’
‘ we don't talk much , but i just gotta say i miss you and i hope that you're okay . ’
‘ nothing's forever , nothing is as good as it seems . ’
‘ well , i hope you know how proud i am you were created . ’
‘ but , god , i hope that you're happier today . ’
‘ 'cause i love you and i hope that you're okay . ’
#sour sentence starters#sour meme#lyrics meme#rp meme#ask meme#sentence starters#rp starters#lyric starters#music starters#this has been sitting in my drafts since this album came out
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Oo hello!! I discovered your Albedo fic while on my scroll, and sheeesh 😫😫 made me feel things,,,,, but I digress, could I request how Xiao or Albedo would deal with a bratty sub?
And,, if I may,, could I be 🏵 anon? ;0
A/N: Hi, Love! Tysm for your support <33 I actually thought no one liked or even read the Albedo smut lolol. Also yes ofcc!! Hello my first anon :D also I’m gonna make this as a HC/drabble thingy hehe
also I’m so sorry if it’s shitty aaa
How they would deal with a bratty sub (HCs)
(Xiao, Albedo)
What to expect: Rough shit, Petnames, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dumbification, facefucking, Exhibition kink pls tell me if I miss anything ^^
Smut beneath the cut
XIAO
· Really easy to get on his nerves tbh.
· Would definitely not tolerate your behaviour. Especially if you’ve been good.
· “Stop. Behave.”
· His punishments would lowkey highkey hurt </3
· He’ll give you the rough treatment, choking, marking, overstim, you name it. Maybe even toys??
· D E G R A D A T I O N <33 you will be hearing no praise from this man.
· Humiliation too omgomgomg
· DUMBIFICATIONNN AA
· Will most likely use the name “Pet” “Doll” “Bitch” “Slut” “Whore” etc
· And you’ll have to call him master in bed, but today we’re going to pretend that you just didn’t feel like it.
· “Tsk, seems like my pet is misbehaving again”
· I feel like he wouldn’t like physical roughness as much, since he’s not much of a sadist. But if he felt the need to remind you of what your position was, then he’d probably only go as far as spanking.
· If you cry, he’ll humiliate you for it
· “Are you crying? Where’s your act now, brat? Continue counting.”
· Deep down, he loves lives to see you cry.
· He’d continue to overstimulate you with his mouth, fingers, and dick until you were begging, crying, screaming, thrashing.
· He’d mark almost every part of your body
· He WILL choke you and bite your neck as he’s pushing himself inside of you.
· Mans has no patience, will go ALL out on you. Who cares if his hands and tongue were too much anyways? You were the one who wanted to act like a brat.
· “If you don’t keep that little mouth shut, I’m going to stuff your slutty mouth with my dick you whore.”
· And if you keep pushing his buttons? He would.
· Completely facefuck you until you’re all fucked out, crying and out of breath.
· He loves to see himself in your throat.
· The type to hold your nose while he shoves his dick down your throat <3
· Not the best at aftercare, but he still tries his best.
· Will apologize to you even if it’s half assed, gets you cleaned up, and brews you a nice cup of tea.
· You probably drifted off to sleep already once he brought you tea.
· Will smile and hold you close and even though he doesn’t sleep, he would still just lie on the bed and appreciate every moment with you.
“Xia- Master- ah- please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for now. For him to stop? For more? You didn’t know. What you do know is you’ve been begging for over an hour now, your voice was hoarse and tired after all your screaming. Your eyes were watery and begging for forgiveness. But alas, it went from one ear to another. The room sounded so sinful. The two of your sweaty bodies collided, your arms clinging onto his neck as he continues to pound into you. Faster. And harder. “Stop. Fucking. Shouting.” He said while he thrusts in every word. Annoyance clear in his voice. “Shut up and take it, will you?” He said before moving his arms from your hips to your neck and applying pressure. “Dumb little sluts like you don’t even deserve anything from the likes of me.” Seeing your drooled up face, he couldn’t help but say “Look at you all drooled up, doll. You look so stupid like this. Who else can fuck you stupid like I do?” “O-only you mas-ter” you managed to say. He smiled momentarily before his other hand reaches your clit to rub it as your mouth fell open. Fighting the urge to call you his good girl.
ALBEDO
· I’M IN MY ALBEDO FEELS PLSS
· He’d just be like 🤨🤨.
· Usually completely unaware and uninterested so he’d continue to do his work.
· You have to be a real brat to really test his limits.
· I think he wont be rough intentionally. He’s just rough without realizing he is. Even on your daily sex life.
· OKOK NOW if you DO manage to break him somehow, here’s some of the punishments he’ll prolly do.
· Humiliation.… degradation… bc chile… he ain’t much of a talker but SHEESH if he dirty talks it’s over. Oh but he won’t go too far. I hope..
· He also sometimes uses you to help with his experiments.
· Spanks, chokes, slaps, and other physical things but not too roughly, just for “research purposes.” And sometimes for punishments too if you ever got too out of hand.
· Loves to see you tied up tbh <33 really likes to see you all helpless.
· Gags on occasions (if he’s working on an experiment or punishment and he’s not in the mood to hear you moan or make a noise or anything)
· Dumbification?? without him realizing it?>@>@*&^$^$%
· Petnames <33 plspls i beg u call him sir or master bc that’s such an ego boost for him. I mean you don’t have to but like,, why wouldn’t you.
· Also loves the thrilling feeling of someone catching you two.
· Toys,, sometimes.
· Imagine being a brat in your daily life and one day he just snaps.
· As he was doing his work, you, being the brat you are continued to test his limit. From asking him dumb questions to “accidentally” smashing/destroying his experiments.
· He just sighed, cleared his table and said,
· “Y/N. Come here.”
· You would be so shocked that you froze in your spot.
· He never really paid attention to your actions, just casually answering your questions from time to time.
· “I said, come here.”
· His voice was stern, but calm.
· “Don’t make me come over there myself.”
· You, along with your shaking legs, were slowly making your way towards him.
· “Sit on my lap.”
· You did as you were told. Hell you were too scared to do anything he didn’t say you could.
· “Say, did you know the things you broke?”
· You just shooked your head as your legs kept shaking.
· “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, I’m gonna force you to keep it to yourself, brat.”
· OOP I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE IT AS A HC LMAOO IDK I’LL CONTINUE IN THE DRABBLE LMAO
. Anyways probably kinda good with aftercare.
. Will apologize if he’s too rough and shower you with attention. If you’re lucky enough, he’ll skip his work that day and the day after to spend a day or two to make it up to you.
Albedo continues his ministrations on you. “Master- fuck slow down” you panted. Your hands tied above your head. you were sprawled on his table as Albedo continues to insert 2 fingers inside and out of you. “Oh? Were you not searching for my attention then dear?” He inserted another finger as you whimpered. “You were the one who happened to mess with my experiments, after all.” “But I-“ you didn’t manage to say anything else before he has his tongue on your clit. He had kept your legs open with a tool so you had no power against him. “Albedoo~” You whine once more which caused his other gloved hand to slap your clit. You flinched a bit, but fuck that felt good. He stopped moving his hands and said “You better be quiet before I gag that mouth of yours.” He continued to thrust three fingers in and out of you again as you rolled your eyes back and moaned. “Fuck, you look so dumb, doll. You look so pretty like this.” You heard the door knock and you immediately looked at Albedo while shaking your head. “Come in” you heard him say. A man went inside the room and stood still with some files in his hands and clearly distracted on whatever was on the paper. “Sir, we have a prob-“ Once he saw what was going on, he looked a bit terrified. “Continue. What is the problem?” Albedo asked calmly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. They continued to talk about some things you couldn’t register because you were slowly losing your mind little by little, although the man did sound a bit flustered. By the time they were finished, Albedo just said his thanks and told him to close the door. His mouth latched onto your clit once again surprisingly fast and your mouth fell open. You were sure drool was everywhere. “I’m going to keep going until you’re all brainless and unconscious. But before I do-“ just as about you were about to reach your high, he pulled out his fingers and gave you a look. You whined at the lost of contact. “You better be ready, my love.” That was all he needed to say before you realized, you were in for one hell of a ride.
STOP OMFG I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE ALBEDO’S LONG I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE CHILDE SMUT I’M WORKING ON
#Xiao smut#albedo smut#Genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact albedo#albedo#xiao#genshin impact xiao#smut lol#❄ anon
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just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth
just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)
(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)
💌.
just like magic
Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.
At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.
You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.
Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)
Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy
Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30
Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)
You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.
The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.
“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.
“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.
“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”
“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.
Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)
Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic
Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)
Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven
Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.
Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.
“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.
“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.
“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”
“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.
“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.
“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.
“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.
“Man?”
“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.
You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.
You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”
Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.
“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.
“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”
“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.
You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”
Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)
Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it
Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)
I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)
As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.
Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.
So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.
Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)
Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)
Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet
Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)
As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.
These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.
Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.
“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.
“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.
“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.
“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.
“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.
“You’re not upset?”
“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.
“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”
“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.
Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits
Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic
Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.
The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.
The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.
“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.
“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.
“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.
“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.
“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.
You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.
“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.
Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.
#marvel#mcu#avengers#chris evans#chris evans x reader#Sebastian Stan#sebastian stan x reader#anthony mackie x reader#Anthony Mackie#Scarlett Johansson#Scarlett Johansson x reader#marvel cast x teen!reader#marvel cast x reader#ally’s 700 celebration#ally’s requests
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F I N A L G I R L | T H R E E
You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.
p a r t t h r e e | j e a l o u s y
masterlist here
pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader
word count: 4.3k
warnings: angst tbh. and not the healthiest relationship but ya know what it’s billy so we persevere, unwanted advances, more angst x
I had a request for a jealous billy, so I hope you like my take on it x
That was the third time in the last thirty minutes that Steve Shit-For-Brains Orth touched you. Three fucking times. The first two times he was willing to look past but the third? Fuck no. The asshole, who was sitting with his clunky arm on the back of your chair, had not-so-casually rubbed his thumb along your spine, inciting a rather surprised look from you and a rather murderous one from Billy.
Of course, Steve couldn’t see the rage practically oozing from Billy, but boy was it there. Especially when you went out of your way to lean further into your desk as though to avoid his grabby little hands.
But that didn’t stop Steve.
Billy could see the frustration on your face as you fought to keep your cool in front of your classmates as his hand dipped beneath the desk to give your thigh a firm squeeze.
The same thighs that Billy’s face had been buried in just this morning.
All Billy saw was red as you pushed Steve’s hand away, muttering something to him under your breath before raising your hand to excuse yourself. With an anger so palpable radiating from his every pore, Billy watched you leave the classroom and thought of the various ways he could kill that fucker before you returned.
“Billy,” the girl, Sam, he’d been paired up with groused, “are you even paying attention?”
“No,” he simply said, barely hearing her above the sound of his own blood coursing to his ears. “Sorry.”
He wasn’t sorry, of course, only irate. The vein in his neck pulsed against his skin as his blood pressure skyrocketed. This was the type of thing that drove him to the brink of insanity when it came to having to keep the two of you a secret for the sake of his plan. It was bad enough that he couldn’t parade you around like he wanted to, even worse that he knew, deep down, that your little arrangement hurt you beyond belief – but this? Watching you get pawed by these dickheads all the while he was forced to take a backseat?
He couldn’t stomach it.
His knuckles were white from the grip he had on his pencil but even as he felt it splinter off into his palm, his grip never waned. Not for a second. It was either that or kill Steve Orth and, while that sounded great, he couldn’t. Not yet, at least.
Just as the pressure of the pencil in his hand got to be too much, you waltzed back into the room with your head held high, seemingly unfazed by the naked eye – but Billy saw right through it. He knew you, more than either of you would like to admit, and he could see the irritation as clear as day in those gorgeous eyes of yours as Steve smirked playfully up at you from where he sat.
Subtly, you gave Billy a gentle nod, silently talking him down from doing anything stupid in the middle of the classroom, before taking your seat yet again.
Thankfully, Steve managed to keep his hands off of you for the remainder of the class but, unbeknownst to both you and Steve, that assholes fate had been sealed. Billy might not have been able to do anything to him yet, but he would. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.
The bell eventually rang out and Billy, wasting no time at all, pushed himself off of his desk and walked up beside you. “You okay?” He asked, but his eyes were trained on Steve who was much too busy high-fiving one of his friends to notice Billy’s murderous stare.
“I’m fine, Billy,” you laughed, “he’s an idiot, but he’s a harmless idiot.”
“Harmless?” Billy’s voice was low and impressively tame considering the fact that beneath it all, his blood was boiling. “He has no right to touch you.”
Glancing over your shoulder you smiled at one of the other cheerleaders before looking back at Billy. “I appreciate the concern, Billy, but I’m fine.”
That casual tone of yours just about killed him every single time. It was a punch to the gut compared the woman he had all to himself behind closed doors. This version of you, this censored version, was just a part of the charade, he knew that much, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
The rest of your classmates slowly filtered out of the room, eventually leaving you and Billy alone as you tossed your notebook into your bag. That weighty stare of his was ever present, but you pretended not to notice in fear of someone walking in. Billy Loomis was a lot of things, but subtle, he was not.
At least where you were concerned.
“That’s bullshit,” he seethed, “someone ought to show that fucker he can’t just go around touching what isn’t his. He—”
“What isn’t his?” A bitter laugh tumbled out of your lips. “I’m not a piece of fucking meat, Billy. I’m not his, sure, but I’m not yours, either.”
You watched the muscle in Billy’s jaw clench and that vein in his neck that always seemed to swell whilst he was under pressure visibly strained and pulsed before your very eyes. “I didn’t say you were,” he muttered, “I just meant that he needs to learn some respect.”
“He does,” you agreed, “but that’s not your job to teach him.”
Leaning against the desk, he ran a hand through his hair and glowered across at you. “I could tell it bothered you, so why the hell are you defending him?”
You rolled your eyes and swung your bag over your shoulder. “I’m not defending him, Billy. Steve’s an asshole, we all know this, but I don’t want you to get in shit thinking it’s your job to defend me. I can look after myself, Billy. I promise.” With another futile glance towards the door, you reached forward and gently ran your thumbnail against his bottom lip. “Besides, you’re too cute for a fistfight.”
Upon dropping your hand back down at your side, Billy caught it and gave it a squeeze. “I can’t help it if I get heated about all these assholes. Look at you.”
“You can help it, actually,” you laughed. “Don’t engage, first off. And, secondly,” you leaned in a little closer so that your lips were dangerously close to his ear, “try to remember who it is I’m fucking at the end of the day, hmm?” You pulled away and offered him a quick wink before walking out of the classroom. “See you at lunch, Loomis.”
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“All I’m saying is that if he didn’t want me giving sage advice to those renting a fucking movie, then why hire me in the first place?” Randy asked with a casual shrug of his shoulders.
You, Tatum, Sid and Randy were all outside eating at the fountain whilst waiting for the other two idiots to join. Pushing your sunglasses further up your nose you smirked across at Randy. “Randy, you told the guy not to rent the movie. Your job is to make people want to watch these movies.” You popped a carrot into your mouth. “How you’re still employed is truly a mystery.”
“That’s the thing,” he laughed, “he fired me!”
“Shocking,” Sid chuckled, “what did you say when he fired you?”
Randy stole a celery stick out of your Tupperware container and bit down. “Nothing, I kept working. Fire me? Not on my watch. No thanks.”
With a shake of your head, you stretched out your legs on the concrete slab of the fountain and found Stu bounding towards you with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you guys hear?” He asked, swooping down to kiss Tatum’s cheek. “Our man, Billy, snapped.”
You froze mid-bite and immediately looked at Sid who had sat up looking concerned as ever. “What?” She asked in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Billy and Steve, man,” Stu laughed and snatched a carrot stick from your stash. “The two of them got into it during one coach’s drills and Billy just,” he bawled his hand into a fist and slapped it against his other hand. A resounding smack echoed out around you. “Clobbered him, man. It was awesome!”
With your appetite long gone, you slowly swung your legs back onto the ground and pinched your brow. You were raging. Not only had the idiot ignored you by engaging with Steve, but he’d gone ahead and fought him, too.
“What?” Sidney croaked. “W-Why would he do that? He’s never been the type to just fight someone like that. Did Steve do something to provoke him?”
You chewed on your lip and stared ahead as Stu merely shrugged. “Don’t think so,” he stole another carrot and grinned at something in the distance. “Ask him yourself, here he comes.”
Your blood was boiling beneath your skin as you watched Billy casually waltz over to your group as though he wasn’t wielding one hell of a fucking bruise on his cheek, accentuated perfectly with a small, clean slice along his cheekbone that would almost surely scar. The fucking moron.
“Billy!” Sid gasped, jumping up to tend to her boyfriend’s injuries.
You, on the other hand, forever the other woman, remained dutifully planted on the edge of the fountain. Not that you would have tended to him in any way, shape, or form in that instance. In fact, you weren’t sure you could trust yourself not to add to the mess on his face.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, giving her hand a quick kiss as she gently observed his cheek. “Things just got heated on the field, is all.”
“You should see the other guy,” Stu beamed, “I hear Steve lost a tooth!”
Your anger swelled, momentarily blinding you as the rest of your friends laughed and asked for a play-by-play of events. Not quite trusting yourself, you pushed yourself up from the edge of the fountain wall and grabbed your bag. “I’ll see you guys later,” you hummed, not looking up at the bruised idiot in fear or snarling at him.
“You don’t want to stay for story time?” Stu asked, looking between you and Billy in amusement.
“Can’t.” Smacking on what you only hoped was a convincing smile, you shook your head and gestured to the school. “Forgot I had a meeting with Miss Wills about getting my biology grade up.”
Just before you turned on your heel to head back into the school, you just managed to catch Billy’s eye as he dutifully sat beside Sidney. She was leaning into him, gently prodding the scar along his cheek with a concerned frown marring her pretty face. He, on the other hand, was staring evocatively across at you with a small frown of his own.
Clearing your throat, you waved them off rather quickly before heading back inside of the school. You were too angry to care about how you felt the weight of his stare all over you before finally disappearing from sight.
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You locked your bedroom door that night and closed your curtains to avoid rolling over and seeing the idiot that was currently plaguing your every thought staring back at you from the second story of your house. In fact, that was what you did for the next three nights all the while managing to avoid Billy Loomis as much as humanly possible whilst at school.
So far, he had tried on four separate occurrences to get you alone. Whether it was subtly nodding towards an empty classroom with the gang around or lingering by your desk after English in hopes of pinning you down for a chat, it was obvious that Billy was desperate to talk with you. To smooth things over. To move on from this rather ugly display of jealousy.
But you weren’t. And, honestly, you weren’t sure if you were going to be any time soon, if at all.
A small dose of jealousy was only normal every once in a while. Not healthy, by any means, but a normal part of any relationship. Only this relationship you and Billy had was anything but normal. He had a girlfriend. A lovely, kind girlfriend who would have given him the world three times over if he asked. So just how Billy was the one with the audacity to be jealous made no sense.
Whenever you thought about it, you got mad. The injustice of it all was truly something you couldn’t wrap your head around. Just how Billy Loomis, the one with a girlfriend, could get jealous of a guy you were barely even acquaintances with really threw you for a loop. And yet you, the asshole who had somehow fallen in love with him, had to quietly take a seat and watch him dote over another girl in public.
Dote over your best friend.
Oh, the irony was delicious.
Tossing the book you’d been reading aside, you let out a quiet groan and closed your eyes as you heard the familiar jiggle of your window. It, like it had been for days, was still locked, thankfully, and your curtains still drawn in fear of seeing him.
The commotion tonight, was brief. He only tried for a second or two before you heard him meander his way back down to ground level. With an annoyed sigh, you reached for your book only to stop dead in your tracks when your doorbell rang out through your whole house.
Shooting up from your bed, you immediately lunged for the door and held your ear to it as your mother quietly complained about just who it could possibly be at this hour of the night.
Please be anyone else, please be anyone else, please be—”
“Oh, Billy,” your mother gushed. She’d always liked Billy. The traitor. “It’s awful late, is everything okay?”
Furling your brow, you pressed your ear further into your door and heard Billy’s deep voice say something – something probably charming – before your mother’s voice called up to you.
“Y/N, sweetie,” she beckoned, “Billy Loomis is here.”
You opened and shut your mouth several times over as you thought of your next few words. Somehow swearing at him from where you stood didn’t seem like the best idea with your parents in the house so, instead, you opted for the next best option.
You said nothing.
Holding your breath, you stood at the head of your room in nothing more than your flannel sleep shorts and tank top while hoping beyond hope that Billy would be ushered out of your house.
“I’m afraid she might be sleeping, dear,” your mother sympathetically cooed, “was there something you needed?”
Pressing your ear tighter to the wood, you barely made out the words ‘book’ and ‘homework’ before another sympathetic cluck escaped your mom’s lips. “And it’s due tomorrow?”
Bastard.
You panicked. His ploy was obviously to come up here and search for a book that didn’t exist all the while your parents carried on with their regular scheduled programming downstairs – but your parents weren’t dumb, nor were they naïve. Surely, your mother would offer to come up and root around for whatever it was he lied and said you had before she would inevitably have to wake you up in order to deliver the goods to the lying Loomis.
Your anger pulsed as realization dawned on you.
You had to go downstairs.
“Did you say something?” You asked, feigning innocence as you pushed your door open and made your way down, barely glancing at Billy who still stood in your entryway. “What are you doing here?”
Billy licked his lips. “I, uh, wanted to swing by and pick up the book for our English assignment. I think you must have grabbed mine, too, when you were putting your stuff away.”
“Nope,” you shrugged, “I don’t have it.”
Billy awkwardly smiled across at your parents before looking back at you. “You sure?”
“Positive,” you replied coolly. “Maybe you left it at Sid’s house?”
His shoulders briefly fell at your tone and, for a split second, you felt your heart fall into your stomach. You knew you were hurting him with the callousness of your words, but you had to stick to your guns this time around for your own sanity.
“Guess I must have misplaced it,” he wryly admitted. “Sorry for the intrusion, Mrs. Y/L/N.” His eyes flickered to you. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”
You nodded, prepared to watch him leave, but before he could get a foot out of the door, your mother stopped him.
“Wait, Billy,” she ran out of the living room and into the kitchen, leaving you and Billy alone for all of three seconds before she shuffled back in. “Here,” she held out a dish packed to the brim with Shepard’s Pie. “I know your dad’s been working a lot of late nights so dinner’s might not be the most well-balanced, but a growing boy has to eat.”
Feeding the enemy. Typical.
“Y/N made it,” she bragged, unwittingly fanning the flames of annoyance in your chest. “It’s delicious, too.”
Touched, Billy grabbed the Tupperware container from your mom before glancing at you. He knew you could cook, you’d cooked for him several times in the span of your friendship – long before the two of you began…doing whatever it was you were doing – but as he accepted the container, there was an emotion there that was much too raw and real for you to try and decompress.
You realized, slowly, that your mother’s offering of Shepard’s Pie was probably the first time a maternal figure had paid him any mind since his own mother had walked out on him all those months back.
Your stomach dropped at the thought.
“Y/N is a great cook,” he agreed. This time, his voice was much quieter. “And thank you again, Mrs. Y/L/N.”
Once again, you watched him turn on his heel to leave the house but, with that niggling feeling of guilt twisting inside of your belly, you opened your mouth before you could so much as think to stop yourself.
“I’ll walk you out,” you muttered, flashing your mother a fleeting smile. “Be right back.”
Slipping on some shoes, you ignored Billy’s obviously surprised face as he lingered in the doorway before finally looking across at him. “Let’s go.”
The night was brisk as the two of you strolled towards his car in silence. You shivered absentmindedly as your pajamas offered no real sense of protection from the chill before glancing at Billy. Naturally, his eyes were already on you.
“Do you think your mother’s watching us right now?”
“Knowing her?” You shrugged. “Probably.”
He swallowed hard. “We should talk about what happened.”
“No,” you shook your head, “I know what happened. You saw Steve touch me and got irrationally jealous over it and, rather than deal with it like a grown man, you punched him and he lost his fucking tooth.”
A flicker of anger crossed over his handsome features. “It’s not that simple, Y/N, he—”
“That is probably the only simple thing about our little situation, Billy,” you acknowledged quietly. “You got jealous and you punched a guy. Doesn’t get simpler than that.”
“He deserved it,” he argued. “He’s a moron and shouldn’t have touched you. Do you know how hard it is to see that and not defend you the way I wanted to while it was happening?”
“Defend me?” You sneered. “Or stake your claim on me? No offence, Billy, but the entire male population of our school could ask me on a date tomorrow, and you’d have no fucking say in the matter. Whether they touch me or ask me out or anything, because you and I aren’t a thing.”
Billy chewed on his bottom lip as his grip on the Tupperware tightened considerably. “Yes, we are.” His voice was eerily calm despite the panic surging through his chest. “I love you, I told you that at the cornfield and I meant it. I fucking love you, Y/N.”
“You did,” you said, “and my feelings haven’t changed but you can’t be blind to the fact that this isn’t working, Billy. You getting jealous over me getting unwanted attention from a guy all the while expecting me to sit there and watch you and Sid flaunt your shit all over town?” You could feel your eyes begin to water as your emotions got the better of you, but you wouldn’t cry in front of him. You wouldn’t dare. “I’m supposed to sit there and trust what you’re telling me. That you will break up with Sid, that you do love me, that, if things were different, it would be me you’d be with and only me. But one guy squeezes my thigh and you lose your shit? Where’s the fucking sense in that?”
“I fucked up,” Billy admitted, his bravado long gone. “I see that now, I fucked up. But --”
“But,” you scoffed. “See, there it is. An excuse. I don’t want your excuses anymore, Billy. I want you and while I thought that was enough, I’m seeing it’s not that easy anymore. Not if you get to act like this unhinged asshole whenever I get a sliver of attention.”
You watched Billy’s eyes search your face as his hands trembled. He wanted to reach out and cradle your face, you could tell that much, but – tale as old as time – with an audience, even if it was just a possibility that it was your mother, he remained still. “Don’t do this to me, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice shaky. “Please. I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sosorry.”
“I just think we need to take some time away from each other,” you muttered. “For our own sanity.”
“No,” Billy argued, stepping towards you in desperation. “No, Y/N, I need you. Please don’t do this.”
“I think you need to either make a decision with Sid or be more open with me about what the fuck is going on inside of that head of yours. You can’t go around punching people because you get jealous, Billy. And, until you figure your shit out, I think we should stop this. Whatever this is between us.”
“It’s a relationship,” Billy’s brows furrowed in outrage. “Two people who fucking love each other is a relationship, Y/N.”
A sad smile broke out across your face as you stared up at the starry sky above you. “Two people who love each other but can’t show it. Who have to hide whenever people are around in fear or being seen as anything more than good pals.” You shook your head and met his frenzied stare. “That’s not a relationship, Billy. That’s fucked up. We’re fucked up.” You sniffed and gestured down to the Tupperware in his hands. “Enjoy your food. I’m going back inside now, and I meant what I said. We need some time apart so, please, don’t come around here anymore. At least not until…” you let the sentence hang in the air, unsure of your next few words.
“Until what?” He was clinging to your every word but there was an anger so palpable radiating off of him that made you take a small step back. “Until you decide that you don’t want me anymore? Walk away and leave me like my mother did?”
You cocked your head to the side and hoped like hell the hurt you felt at that accusation didn’t directly show on your face. “If you truly think I would do that, Billy, then we’re even more fucked up than I thought.” You sniffed and began to turn back to your house. “I have a lot of faith in you, Billy, and a whole hell of a lot of trust. It’s about time you showed me that same consideration.”
The raw emotion on his face was jarring and almost made you hang back long enough to console him like you would any other time, but you couldn’t. If he couldn’t trust you, what the hell hope did either of you have at this becoming a real thing? Walking back to your house, your heart broke and any emotion you fought so desperately to keep down began to bubble to the surface. But you wouldn’t break down though, at least not yet.
You always had your cards on the table when it came to Billy Loomis and it was about time that he started showing his, as well.
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good 4 u
pairing: guitarist/singer!y/n (fem) x badboy!jeno
genre: angst, fluff (if you squint), smut, strangers to lovers to enemies
song: good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo
a/n: mentions of cheating, breakup, depression, underaged drinking (please be safe!!) picture/GIF from @pureboyjun
Everyone told you to watch out, everyone warned you about him, Lee Jeno. You and Jeno weren’t in the same friend group, you were as what society called an “art freak” with streaks of colors in your hair and black eyeliner. You also always kept guitar picks with you, always wanting to sneak into the music room and practice on the electric guitar. The wannabe’s compared you to an Avril Lavigne-type girl. Your best friends were also your bandmates, supportive of you and your dream, unlike your parents. You and your parents had a deal, as long as you kept good grades you could continue to play music as a “hobby.”
You also worked at a music store, which is how you ran into Lee Jeno. He was looking for vinyl of a specific artist which happened to also be one of your favorites so you knew exactly where it was. He thanked you and you hoped that would be the last you’d see him. But he came in every day to talk to you and eventually had the courage to approach your lunch table. All your bandmates glared at Lee Jeno, knowing his reputation and his motives. Once he left they’d all trash him for trying to talk to you.
“y/n you shouldn’t really associate with him.”
“Yeah, all of his ‘fangirls’ will tear you to shreds.”
“Jeno hits and runs, you better stop talking to him before it turns into something dangerous. You’ll only get hurt.”
You didn’t think much of their words, since Jeno wasn’t really your type anyway. There’s no way you could ever fall for him. Oh boy, were you wrong. Jeno went out of his way to swoon you in any way he could. He’d walk you home at night, visit you in the music room and at work, he’d even invite you to his lunch table where you’d be met with his other ‘bad boy’ friends. He would get you your favorite coffee, just the way you like it, and get your lunch order so you wouldn’t wait in line. All of this attention grabbed the attention of his fangirls, constantly threatening you about how “Jeno is mine!” and bullshit like that. You honestly didn’t care because you reassured them you and Jeno were not dating.
That was until he invited you to a party, saying that you could meet his one friend that was also into music and could help you break out into the music industry. You agreed, excited to meet someone in the industry. When you arrived at the party, you met his friend who worked at Columbia Records, you bonded and everything got his contact information in hopes of getting an internship. Jeno met up with you again, asking you to repay him, in a game of fear pong (beer pong with truth or dare elements). You agreed, joining him on his team against Johnny and his girlfriend. One of the dares you guys had to do was make out for one minute or drink. You were about to drink when Jeno grabbed your face and started to make out with you.
God, did he taste good. His lips were soft brushing against yours the taste of beer and light cigarette smoke made his lips only more addictive. Everyone watching was hooting and hollering at the two of you. Jeno licked the bottom of your lip, which you opened your mouth to let his tongue enter, causing your tongues to fight for dominance. Jeno’s ultimately dominated and touched your throat. You gave a small moan which only made Jeno kiss you harder. Johnny coughed causing you two to stop.
“You realize you two were making out for like 5 minutes right?” Johnny laughed.
You pulled away but Jeno held on to you by your waist.
“What can I say, Suh, she tastes really good, I wanted to savor it.”
That made you blush. You guys continued the game and you and Jeno won, out of excitement (and slight intoxication) you kissed Jeno. He looked at you in shock and you apologized before he kissed you back. Since that game, you two were attached to the hip the whole night. Jeno didn’t feel safe letting you go home so he let you sleep with him in a bedroom upstairs. When you guys were tucking in for the night he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to him.
“y/n, I love you.”
You giggled “You’re drunk Jeno...get some rest.”
“No, I mean it.”
“You’re really funny.”
“Do you need me to prove it to you?” He spoke in a deep voice, shifting his body to hover above yours.
“If I didn’t love you do you think I’d be feeling like this right now?” Jeno whispered into your ear. When he leaned down you felt his member rock hard against your thigh.
“J-jeno, you’re confused, do you know what you’re doing right now?”
“If you want me to stop I’ll stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I can take care of myself in the bathroom if you don’t want to do it.”
As Jeno was moving off your body you wrapped your arms around his body to pull him back.
“N-no, stay, please.”
“Are you sure y/n, you sure you want to do this?”
“Y-yes.” Little did you know that you would regret sleeping with Lee Jeno.
Jeno kissed your lips softly, knowing how tired you both are. You felt his member twitching with every kiss. He moved on to your neck, leaving soft kisses and a purple mark on your collarbone. He moved all the way down your stomach down to your flower. He kissed your thighs and ate you out vigorously, he was sucked down on your clit while fingering you. You were trying to hide your moans but Jeno hit your sweet spot almost every single time, causing you to not be able to contain yourself. You were tugging and pulling at his har which also caused him to moan. You were about to climax when Jeno pulled away which caused you to whine and pout. Jeno kissed your pouty lips as he pulled out a condom from the drawer (be safe kids!) and tore it open and put it on his member.
He looked at you and asked again for your reassurance and you nodded.
“I’ll be slow and gentle I promise.”
He slowly slid into you as you clenched around him you squeezed your eyes from the pain, he was a lot bigger than you thought. Jeno moans harmoniously along with you as he waited for you to let him move.
“P-please m-move..”
Jeno smiled as with every thrust he kissed you, he made you feel comfortable in his arms.
“F-faster, please...”
“What’s my name?”
“J-jeno! Please!”
“That’s daddy to you.” He said as he thrusted harder inside of you.
“Y-yes, daddy, please go faster.”
“Good girl.”
Jeno pushed harder and faster as you moaned louder and louder, finally climaxing with Jeno. Jeno removed the condom and threw it in the trash as he walked to the bathroom and cleaned you up along with a few kisses.
“Hey Jeno?” Jeno turned to look at you.
“I love you too.”
After that night you and Jeno were going steady for a couple weeks until he ghosted you. He stopped talking to you and his friends would laugh at you or Jeno would tell you to go back to your old table. You heard their conversation as you were walking back.
“I can’t believe Jeno got her to sleep with him.”
“Easiest fucking $100 he’s ever made.”
When you went back to your bandmates you were broken. Endless nights of tears and suicidal thoughts swamped your mind. Why me? Why did I have to fall for his stupid trap? He only wanted me for some cheap cash huh? How can he just move on so easily? Did nothing we have mean anything? Well screw that and screw you, Lee Jeno.
“Hey y/n?” One of your bandmates asked.
“Battle of the bands' championship for the school is coming up, do you know what song we are going to cover?”
You looked at Jeno. “Oh, I fucking know what song we are going to sing.”
You and your bandmates got the sheet music for good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo and practiced it until it became natural for everyone. Finally, the battle of the bands' championship occurred. It was hosted by your school to fundraise for the music program and scholarships. Before your group came up, you all huddled, and they all gave you the words of encouragement you needed to perform in front of Lee Jeno.
“Sing it from your heart bitch.”
“Kill him with those words.”
“Make him feel like the shit head he is.”
As they hyped you up, you felt much better as you all walked out to stand on the stage. You saw Jeno in the crowd with his new supposed girlfriend. You began playing the first notes on the guitar.
Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily
You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks
Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world?
You stared right into his eyes singing every lyric, letting him know what a scumbag he was for dating someone new in a few weeks when he confessed to you after he fucked your brains out. What kind of a person does that?
Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl
You raised your hand and pointed right at him and his new girl who looked like every other bitch who wanted to get with Jeno, you couldn’t compare to her, you had to show Jeno he made a mistake leaving you for $100. You wanted to make those $100 worth nothing because he left you for someone who’s only worth $1.
Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy, not me
If you ever cared to ask
Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby
God, I wish that I could do that
You sang you heart out to those lyrics almost feeling emotional. How could Jeno sit there with a smile on his face while you almost crying during this set. You then realized Lee Jeno is an emotionless piece of shit. But just this once, you wanted to see him cry.
I've lost my mind, I've spent the night
Cryin' on the floor of my bathroom
But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it
But I guess good for you
It wasn’t fair that you cried endless tears, while Jeno came to school with a smile on his face. Your eyes would be dark and baggy from all the crying and endless sleep, but he came to school happier and brighter than ever, fuck you Lee Jeno.
It's like we never even happened
Baby, what the fuck is up with that?
Everyone forgot about you and Jeno the moment he dropped you. How come everyone took his side and let this slide past everyone? Did no one care about how you felt? How humiliated you were? How can someone forget something like that?
And good for you, it's like you never even met me
Remember when you swore to God I was the only
Person who ever got you?
Well, screw that and screw you
You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do
Jeno and you became strangers, nobodies, to each other just back at square one, how did this happen? He would complain about how his friends would make fun of his music tastes and hobbies, making you think you were the only one who understood him and supported him. You wanted to make him feel guilt and shame for toying with you.
Maybe I'm too emotional
But your apathy's like a wound in salt
Maybe I'm too emotional
Or maybe you never cared at all
You’ve thought about how you were the problem, that Jeno didn’t want you for you. He would act reassuring when you were in bed, but once he left you, he brushed off every concern you had. He never had any feelings for you. He never cared about you.
Before the final chorus you pulled out a picture of you and Jeno printed out on paper and one of your bandmates set it on fire. The picture of Jeno’s face starting to well up with tears when everyone in the gym started to stare at him. It was music to your ears.
Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me, baby
Like a damn sociopath
You were now crying in the last chorus not out of sadness but out of joy, finally, Lee Jeno knows what it’s like to have his heartbroken. All of the other girls and guys were screaming and singing along with you, you were jumping and high-fiving all of them, rocking out to the music. Your mascara was dripping down your cheeks and you looked emotional and powerful.
Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily
As you played the last chord on your guitar everyone was cheering. You thanked everyone for the performance as your group hugged your bandmates thanking them for getting you through the performance. You turned to look at Jeno one last time to see him crying. It was beautiful.
good 4 u, Lee Jeno.
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the mobster’s little girl
pairing: mob!steve rogers x reader
summary: what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)
warnings: smut, violence, death, obsessive behavior kind of, poorly written smut (for real i skipped some), innocent reader (kind of?), lil bit of angst, drowning, accidents in the kitchen, reader getting burned, not proofread, a lot of mistakes for sure (It’s a long fic and im too lazy to find the mistakes), loss of virginity skskks, oral deed (f & m), fingering skksks, kind of a handie, please let me know if i skipped some, please read at your own risk, rumlow is a warning periodt, this has crack vibes i swear idk what i was typing at some point, ddlg? (is this ddlg? jesus fuck idek anymore), dub-con but like not really?, the POV gets fucked up towards the end so goodluck with understanding this piece of sheeet
word count: 11k (what da actual fuck? this is loooong)
a/n: df am i being awkward while writing them warnings for? Holy shit that’s a long list of warnings
big thanks to @buckys-forgotten-plum for helping me edit <3 luv u mwah
this is a combined request of a mob!steve x innocent!reader + steve teaching reader to suck his ding-a-ding-dong
this has a sucky ending. i hate the fucking ending.
also, i don’t got no clue on how to do spacing on tumblr so im terribly sorry for that.
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Maybe it’s because they were terrified. Maybe it’s because they know what’s out there and what evil lurks in every corner of the city. Whatever the reason is, her parents hid her from the outside world. Never was she able to step another foot out of the gates of her home. No matter how huge the mansion her parents keep her in, it still feels small and lonely. Instead of the friends that she should’ve made in kindergarten, she became friends with her parents’ employees. Instead of the high school friends that she was supposed to have, she has the few cleaners in the house. She didn’t feel like they work for her because they’ve become her friends that keep her sane for being in one place for her whole life. Being able to go somewhere that’s not the garden, the gazebo, or even the lake that became her favorite place has always been in her mind but never her heart never really demanded to go out. She gets curious at times but it’s not enough to make her go against her parents’ number one rule.
“Never let yourself be known and never talk to anyone outside this house. If possible, keep yourself away from the entrance gates.”
Being the obedient daughter you are, you followed that rule without question. You became the daughter that your parents wanted you to be. You learned everything from your tutor. The basics of economics but mostly proper etiquette. You didn’t know why you had to learn those but you did what your parents wanted you to do without question. You always do…
That’s why when your parents told you that you were to marry, you agreed with a little bit of hesitance. “It’s for the best, princess.” Is the only thing that your father said while your mom looked at you with a small smile. You thought that it was going to be like the ones in the movies. You imagined a magical wedding but you didn’t even have one. You were told to sign some papers and just like that, you’re married to some man you don’t even know. A man that you didn’t see until a few days after the signing of papers.
Steve never felt so disrespected in his entire life. He’s so used to being the powerful man of the city, the country even, that never did he expect some feeble man to come barreling into his business. The Y/L/Ns… He knew of them but he knew little about them. The family is so secretive but are known to be powerful. Nobody knows how they do it but now he has been graced to learn how.
Blackmail… Along with bribery. How fucking pathetic.
He didn’t know how the man managed to acquire his plans for a rival gang but somehow, the fucker did. The rival gang that he was trying to take down for so long and managed to make a plan of action until this fucker messed everything up. The bastard wanted to marry his daughter off to him for a powerful alliance. Saying something about how both of their names would benefit from the marriage. The bastard also promised a fat amount of money that he’ll receive once he marries his daughter. The bastard knew that money has always been a problem for him by the smug look on his face.
“It’s simple. You provide us security, we give you money. We seal the deal once you sign the papers to be my daughter’s husband.” The old fucker says with such pride in his voice. Steve gritted his teeth before making a move to toss the man out but the fucker clicks his tongue at him. “Ahh, we also wouldn’t want Rumlow to know about your plans on attacking his turf a fortnight from now, do we?” The old fuck stares at him as he waits for his answer.
Having no other choice, Steve says yes with flared nostrils. He glares at the way the man smiles giddily while walking towards the door. Before the old man could leave, he turned back towards Steve with a serious look before pointing a finger at him. “One more thing… My daughter will be your wife but you are not to touch her. You live at the mansion with her but you ain’t allowed to touch her. Do get out of her way as much as you can. You get all the money you want by following my orders. That easy. Nice dealing with you.” The man was out the door in an instant as Steve glared at the closed door before picking up a wine glass from his desk and throwing it against the door.
“It’s a bit weird, mother.” Is your reply when your mother came to visit you in your room and asked you about how you’re feeling given your situation. She continues to brush your hair with her fingers as she hums in response.
“It’s not like the ones in movies, that’s for sure.” You joke, earning a chuckle from your mother.
“My situation… It’s not really normal, correct?” You pull away from your mother’s hands and turn to look at her. She lets out a sigh before turning you back around and resuming to play with your hair. “No…” She says. “We might have been a bit strict with you but we only did it for your safety. The world out there… It’s not safe.” She continues. Once again, you pull away from your mother to fully give your attention to her. “But you and father are always out there. You put yourselves in danger on the daily so why can’t I?” You look at your mother who was looking at you with an unamused expression. You let out a sigh before sighing. “I know... I know. It sounds a bit silly to ask myself to be put in danger… But what about marrying me off to some stranger! You told me that father is bringing him here after he signed the papers. He’s to live here with all of us. Mother, we don’t even know him. Why would you let a stranger into our home?” You reason out, making exaggerated hand gestures to back yourself up. When your mother makes no effort to respond to you, you retort with a scoff and an eye roll.
“You’re so hell-bent on keeping me inside this place, claiming that it’s to protect me that you failed to realize that you’re putting all of us in danger by letting an unknown man live with us. Seems kind of idiotic to me.”
*SLAP*
You look at your mother with wide eyes as you hold your left cheek as it is stinging in pain. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. That was disrespectful of me. I’m sorry.” You scrambled to get away from your mother, ignoring her calls as you left your room to run down the long hallway and down the flight of circular stairs. You went out of the mansion and started running down a pathway towards the lake. You were so upset and focused on getting to your destination that you didn’t see a strange man coming out of a black SUV just as you walked out of the mansion.
You ran down the wooden dock, frowning at what you had said to your mother. You couldn’t believe how you acted just now. First, you disrespect your mother. Now, you hide yourself away like a child that got reproved for the first time. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, an action that you got from your father, as you paced around the wooden dock. “Of course, they were just trying to protect you, you stupid idiot.” You hit your forehead with your palms over and over before tilting your head backward to stare at the sky, not caring at how your eyes hurt at the blinding sun.
You closed your eyes after a few seconds, sighing out as you figured that you should probably go back. Your so-called husband was supposed to arrive today. You start to walk back when your foot slipped and suddenly, water enveloped your body.
You fell into the lake.
You would think that being locked up in a big mansion would give you a lot of time to learn how to swim but with your luck, no one ever thought you how so now you couldn’t do anything but drown.
Your arms flopped around you as you kicked your legs all over the place just to get some air down your lungs but you only found yourself sinking further down. You couldn’t even scream for help because you know that if you did, you would only be swallowing a whole lot of water.
Before you could lose your breath entirely, something grasped your flailing hand. You would’ve screamed if you weren’t pulled out of the water. Turned out, it was a hand. Not some kind of creature from the fantasy movies you’ve watched.
You were sitting on the wooden dock, gasping for air when the sound of an annoyed huff caught your attention. You tilt your head up to see a man looking down at you with an annoyed expression. Your brain started clicking and then it hit you. He must be your husband.
“You’re here early.” You whisper, looking down. You weren’t sure how to act around him. Around your husband. You would base it on the movies you’ve watched but so far, those movies were nothing like your life. You were sure that if you tried to act like one of the characters there, you would look like a complete buffoon.
“So glad to know that I’m married to a dumbass.” He cuts your thoughts off with a sneer.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall and drown like that.” You remember the lessons you had. About not engaging in someone else’s hostility. You looked down in embarrassment. You’ve never been called something vile like that so you must’ve made him really upset. He scoffs before shaking his head and leaving you on the wooden floor as he walks away.
After that encounter with your so-called husband, you never really saw him again, even though the two of you were living in the same house. It was a few weeks after the drowning incident and you made sure to not tell anyone about it and you only hoped that Steve (you had to learn his name from your mother) didn’t tell anyone about it either. You and your mother are in good terms again and she’s currently in your room again, telling you how she and your father are to spend a few months in Prague to deal with a few business hiccups. You didn’t bother to ask if you could come with but you did bother to complain about them leaving. “You’re leaving me alone with a stranger under the same roof as me?” You exaggeratedly widened your eyes at your mother. “Oh, stop it. I’ve gotten to know Steve myself. I’m sure you’ll be safe with him. He seems like a nice guy. Although, I think your father gets a little bit on his nerves.” Your mother giggles to herself and you look at her with an amused grin. “You’re closer to my husband than I am with him.” You joked which earned a sympathetic look from your mother.
“Talk to him. He’s your husband after all.” She caresses your face. You hold her wrist as you push your cheeks towards her hold. “I’m pretty sure he hates me, mother. I have a feeling that he’s scrupulously avoiding me.”
“How about you bake him something, hmm? You’re wonderful at baking!” Your mother grins at your excited reaction to the mention of baking.
“I do love to bake…” You hummed in thought before giving your mother a faux pointed look. “Alright, I will bake but only because I love to bake. So if he doesn’t want to socialize with me, then so be it. I wouldn’t care.” You huff proudly as your mother looked at you with a grin and a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
“What is it?” You ask her.
“Why do I get the feeling that you want to impress Steve?” She chuckles at your stunned expression.
“You have completely lost your mind, mother. Haven’t you got a plane to catch? Go on. Say hello to Prague for me!” You push her out of your room, her laughing at your antics before placing a kiss on your forehead and leaving you to yourself.
“Ooof!” You hissed as your finger touched the hot tray when you were pulling it out of the oven. You were making the third batch of cookies and somehow, you managed to burn your finger now. You quickly pulled the mittens off before putting the hot finger into your lips, as if sucking the pain away is possible.
You heard footsteps coming over and when you turned your head, you saw Steve looking at you with something you couldn’t comprehend. “H-hey.” You pulled your finger out of your mouth before hiding it behind your back like a kid. You tiptoed over the counter to reach the plate of cookies before walking over to him. “I made cookies. Would you… like to try some?” You moved the plate closer to his face but he only scowled at you before taking your right wrist and surveying your hand. He found the finger you were sucking on earlier and muttered something under his breath. You thought you heard him say ‘dumbass’ again like the last time.
“Put cream on it.” He grumbled before leaving the kitchen. You glared at his back until he turned back around, making you wipe the glare out of your face before smiling bitterly at him. He walked towards you with a dark look until he was inches away from you. The position you two are currently in made you realize how tall he is. How he’s towering over you and how his biceps are poking out of his shirt. His crystal blue eyes are staring deep into your soul and you were almost hypnotized by it. You gulped in nervousness. You remember all the things you told your mother about this certain stranger that could possibly be a danger to you until he smirked and took the plate of cookies from the table before walking out once more, leaving you gaping at the door in confusion as your heart was beating faster than normal. From fear or something else, you do not know.
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Steve was deep in thought as he chewed on the cookies she made. It was really delicious and he hated that he liked it. He did his best to avoid the girl. He’s trying his best to avoid the girl. He did his best to hate the girl so things would be easier for him. He’s trying his best to hate the girl. He didn’t have time to babysit her. Her father is not someone he wanted to have ties with but he is. Steve didn’t want anything that has to do with that man and that includes her.
But why is it so hard for him to keep her out of his mind?
The first time he saw her, she had that cute little frown on her face but he found his heart skipping a beat at the sadness in her eyes. He knew he would regret following her but then he didn’t. He saw her as she fell down the dock and he didn’t know why he felt like his world stopped when he saw her gasping for air but it did. It took him his best efforts not to just dive into the lake to save her. Instead, he took her flailing hands and easily pulled her out of the waters. He wanted to keep her warm when he saw her shivering on the wooden floor but he suddenly remembered the deal. His worry was quickly converted into anger and annoyance so he managed to leave her alone, something heavy in his chest as he walked away from her.
He hated the way she made him feel so he avoided her like a plague. Their home was big and avoiding her was really easy. It was stopping himself from going near her is the hard part. Her mother is the total opposite of her father. Her mother is a nice woman and living with the Y/L/Ns didn’t feel like a job other than her horrid father. Steve got to learn more about her through her mother. She talked about her so dearly. Steve felt his heart fall at the mention of her not leaving the mansion. It sounded like she was an animal caged in better surroundings. Steve realized why she acted so differently when he’s watching her. She seemed so… innocent.
Then he caught her baking cookies. It took him his best not to run towards her when he heard her hiss in pain. He watched as she tried to hide her injury from him. He didn’t know if he found it cute or annoying because she shouldn’t hide injuries from him. From anyone. If she was injured, she should get it to check as soon as possible. Then she offered him cookies. Steve swore that his heart leaped in adoration but he took the offered plate in front of him as a chance to check on her hand. He observed her fingers, internally flinching as he saw the burnt area on her index finger. “Such a clumsy little girl…” He muttered under his breath. Steve caught himself though. Why was he so worried about her? He quickly composed himself and dropped her hand. Before turning to leave. He heard her huff and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at that. He turned around to see her frowning at him only to have her eyes widened in surprise. She gave him a stubborn smile as he walked over to her, teasing her and testing her to see where her cuteness could go. Where her STUBBORNNESS could go. Did he really just say cute?
When he thought she had had enough, he smirked and took the plate of cookies before leaving.
The plate of cookies that he’s currently munching on.
The more Steve thinks about it, the more he’s realizing that he couldn’t keep her out of his mind. It was impossible.
The more he sees her, the more he wants to be with her. The more he sees her, the more he wants to protect her because it seems like she has a way of putting herself in danger.
So innocent.
So pure.
He wanted her and he didn’t know if he could control himself anymore.
A week has passed and things with your husband seemed to have gotten better, if one is optimistically speaking.
He no longer avoided you so that’s better than before. He doesn’t acknowledge you much though. He only speaks to you to correct your every move. Called you out when you were walking barefoot around the mansion, mocked you when you walked around the docks, and even demanded you to leave the kitchens alone because according to him, you don’t know how to properly use it.
He only ever opened his mouth to speak his mind of his distaste towards you and you were starting to miss the times when he completely avoided you.
But you ignored the insults and kept your head high up. You aren’t going to sulk. Especially not when someone’s clearly made it his goal to make you feel just that.
That’s why you’re currently making pasta. Ignoring his demand and continuing on having adventures in the kitchen. You just finished making the sauce so now you just have to cook the pasta. You took a pot that was way bigger than your head and proceeded to fill it with water from the sink.
You struggled to carry it over to the stove, letting out a relieved sigh once you managed to set it down. The problem though, the bottom of the pot somehow got stuck on the burner plate. You clicked your tongue in annoyance before grunting and attempting to pull on the heavy pot. It remained stuck so you exerted more effort, succeeding but managing to tilt the pot towards yourself. You let out a yelp as the cold water inside the pot spills all over you.
“Y/N!”
You felt his hands before you heard his voice.
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Steve heard clanking noises from the kitchen and he just had to roll his eyes at the thought of her prancing around the kitchen. Didn’t he tell her to leave the kitchen alone? He’s just trying to stray her from the harm she could put herself in. Not that he would ever admit that out loud.
He walked into the kitchen, just in time to see water spill over her from the boiling pot. His blood went cold as he felt his heart stopping. “Y/N!” He rushed over her knelt body, covered in water. He cautiously touched her face, being careful not to hurt her possibly burnt skin. Why can’t she just listen to him? He told her not to work in the kitchen for a reason.
As he touched her seemingly cold cheeks, he watched as she looked up at him with an innocent confused look. “Steve?” Her voice was so meek yet it made his ear start to ring as his heart started to beat back to life. She must’ve seen his frantic expression because her eyes widened in realization before she’s shaking her head and pointing at the fallen pot. “I haven’t boiled the water yet! See? I’m fine. I didn’t burn myself.” She had the audacity to smile cheekily at him and he didn’t know if he should be leaping in joy with her or reprimanding her for being so careless.
Steve clicked his tongue at her, something that he must’ve picked up from her, before leaving the kitchen with a huff. Something that he’s been doing a lot whenever he’s with her.
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After he left, you took a seat on one of the chairs, recalling what just happened a few moments ago. He thought you were stupid enough to pour boiling water all over yourself. Does he really think you’re that stupid? He looked so worried though. You smiled at the thought of him possibly caring about you.
You let out a short squeak when you felt something falling at the top of your head. A towel. Steve wrapped it around you until your head was the only part exposed. “Whatcha grinning on about, little girl?” His voice was stern but there was a teasing tone in it. You looked up at him as he watched you. You shook your head before furrowing your eyebrows when he bought the pot towards the sink, filling it with water.
“What are you doing?” Your voice is small as you asked him.
“Can’t trust you with this. You might boil yourself the next time you even try.” He clicked his tongue before effortlessly bringing the pot to the stove and lighting it up. After that he walked back towards you and sat at the chair beside you, turning himself to stare back at you.
“I thought I made it clear when I told you not to work in the kitchens?” He mockingly tilted his head before raising one eyebrow at you. You stared back at him, not knowing what to say so you just tilted your head down like a chided kid.
“Uh uh uh…” You felt his long fingers under your chin as he tilted your head back to face him. “What’s the matter? Did you manage to burn your tongue as well? Hmm?” You didn’t know why but the way he was talking to you is making you feel something unfamiliar in your stomach.
When you didn’t answer, he put the hand that was on your chin to the side of your mouth, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered when he managed to poke his thumb into your mouth and pressed it down your tongue gently.
“Seems pretty alright for me…” He mumbles. You watched as his eyes widened in surprise when you sucked on his thumb absentmindedly. You realized what you were doing and stopped immediately. “No. No, don’t stop. Do it again.” He watched you with bright eyes as you hesitantly sucked on his thumb once more, feeling your body warming up at the current situation.
He slowly pulls his thumb out before rubbing it around your lips and leaning his face closer to yours. You could feel your heart panicking in fright or in excitement, you weren’t sure. You saw him close his eyes before he let out a sigh. He pulls away from you then ruffles the towel on your head. “Why don’t you go ahead and put dry clothes on? I think the pasta’s ready.” He grins before walking back toward the stove to start preparing the meal.
You stumbled to your feet, mindlessly walking towards your room with a clouded mind.
What was that all about?
All Steve could ever think about was her. Her beautiful lips. Her eyes that glisten with innocence. Her nose twitches whenever she’s focused on something. The way she fits in his hold. The way she reacts under his touch.
He couldn’t forget about the way she sucked on his thumb unknowingly and the way her eyes became hooded from his touch. It’s obvious that she had no idea what was happening and what she was feeling and that only fueled his hunger more.
The thought of her being hurt made him furious. It made him protective. He wants to protect her at all costs because not even the ends of her hair should get hurt. No. Not on his watch.
Steve couldn’t take her out of her mind even if he wanted to. That’s the problem. He doesn’t want her out of his mind anymore. He doesn’t want to avoid her anymore.
Steve accepted it.
He knows that he wants her and he knows that she’ll be able to have him wrapped around her precious little finger if she wants to.
He realized how she has a tight hold over him without even knowing it and he’s accepted that fact.
He’s ready to do everything for the girl and she doesn’t even know it. He’s ready to give her everything he has and everything he is.
He’s ready to give himself completely to her. Of course, it is if she’ll have him.
After that encounter with Steve, you finally followed his instruction and stopped trying to make various meals in the kitchen.
You were craving cake so you asked one of the cooks to bake you a cake. That’s why there’s a whole cute pink cake in front of you at the kitchen counter.
You’re currently staring at it, thinking it’s too precious to destroy and eat but after a minute of your mouth watering, you give up and run your index finger on the sides until it is covered in icing.
You licked your finger before sucking on it and humming at the sweet taste of the icing while your eyes are closed. When there is none left on your finger, you take your index and middle finger before sliding it on the sides of the cake to gather twice as much as the previous one.
Your eyes are closed and lips parted slightly apart, ready to suck on your fingers one more time when a hand grips your wrist. Your eyes fly open to see Steve holding your hand while he’s looking down at your face with a boyish grin. Your eyes widened for the second time when his tongue darted out of his mouth and started licking the icing off your fingers.
He was staring at you as he continued to lick the icing and you were starting to pull away when his lips parted wider to start sucking on your fingers. You’re frozen in shock as your eyes twitched at the sight of him sucking on your fingers.
You feel your heart drop when he starts groaning against your fingers. The unfamiliar feeling in your stomach made itself known again and you bit your bottom lip anxiously at the strange feelings you always get whenever Steve’s with you.
Your eyes follow Steve’s lips as he pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a silent pop. He looks at you with a smile before furrowing his brows. “Did you bake this?”
“N-no! I had someone to bake it for me.” You’re quick to let him know that you didn’t make the cake. He smiled again and you just realize how giddy you feel when you’re able to make him smile like that.
“Really? So you finally listened to me?” He chuckles when he sees you nod shyly at him. “Aren’t you a good little girl.” He cooes before looking at the cake with a smirk. “This cake is really delicious…” He leans back to stand straight and you nodded at him in agreement. “I wonder…”
You let out a loud squeal when he suddenly puts his hands under your arms before pulling you up and sitting you down on the counter. You look at him with a stunned expression. “Wha—“
“But I bet you taste better than this cake.” You couldn’t respond because he immediately connects his lips with yours, making your eyes pop out in shock as he continues to attack your mouth. You let out a small whimper when you feel his tongue pushing past your lips and roaming around the inside of your mouth, tickling the roof of your mouth.
You start chuckling against his lips and he stops, looking at you in confusion. “You’re tickling me…” You point at the top of your mouth and Steve’s frown turned into a grin. His hand found their ways on the top of your knees and then he’s pushing them apart. “I know a place where I can tickle you... I’m sure you’ll like it.” He pulls you closer to him so you slide against the counter. He carefully pushes your shoulders until your back is laying on the cold kitchen counter. You feel him hiking your skirt up and pulling your underwear down before he sets your feet back on the counter, knees bent, and far apart.
You could feel him breathing against your skin and you could feel your body running hot while the hairs on your body stand in attention. You feel something wet run against your skin and you yelp as you sit on your elbows, looking at Steve alarmingly. His face was just in front of your core and tongue is just retreating your skin.
“Wh-what are you doing, Steve?” You bite your lip as you watch him stand up until he’s face to face with you. “I’m trying to make you feel good, baby. Do you trust me?” He presses his lips against yours and pulls away, waiting for your answer.
“I don’t know…” You admit, stomach dropping at the sadness that flashes over his face.
“Then let me show you that you can trust me. Can you let me do that?” He looks at you and smiles when you nod at him. He presses his lips on you once more, pushing you against the kiss until your back is back on the counter. He pulls away, pecking you one last time before going back to press kisses in between your legs.
He licks up your skin, hands pressing down on your hips when you begin squirming around. You feel his mouth sucking on the bud before flicking his tongue over it. He doesn’t stop until you’re whining under him, unsure if you want him to stop or to do something else.
“What do you want, little girl?” He breathes against your core, making your legs shiver at the sensation.
“I don’t know…” You whine, eyes staring at him as he stands over your body. He raises his right hand, fingers fluttering in display as he gives you a questioning look. “You want me to use this on you?” You could only nod in desperation because the feeling of emptiness when he pulled away from you is becoming too much.
“Good girl.” You hear him whisper before going back in between your legs. You feel his fingers playing with your bud instead of his tongue and it feels overwhelming when he uses his tongue to press it against your entrance.
“Mmmhm” You close your eyes in delight as he continues to play with you. The familiar feeling in your abdomen makes itself known once again and this time, it’s stronger. You need more.
“P-please…” You mutter under your breath, pulling on Steve’s hair to catch his attention. He looks at you with a proud smile before asking. “What is it? You need more? Want me to put my finger inside you, is that it?”
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Steve smiles when she nods her head eagerly. So innocent, can’t even tell him what she wants. What she needs.
He rubs on her clit a few more times to wet his fingers before lining a finger against her slit. He looks back at her as he starts pushing the finger in, slowing down when her hand grips her arm.
Steve groans at the tightness of her walls against his finger and starts to slowly pump it as he watches her face contort into a pleasured frown. When he feels her loosening up, he adds another finger that earns a low moan from her. Steve stiffens for a second when he feels his pants getting tighter in the crotch area. His cock is begging him for attention but he pays no mind, focusing on the angel in front of him.
He spreads his fingers apart inside of her as he leans down to start flicking his tongue against her clit, smirking against it when her thighs shiver against his head. He feels her breaths starting to become uneven and he knows that she’s just about to cum so he doubles his effort, sucking her clit harshly and curling his fingers inside of her.
Her back arches off the counter and Steve hooks an arm under her to pull her up and press her against his chest. She shakes against his hold as he helps her get through her high. She slumps against his hold, head falling down the side of his neck.
Steve tilts his head to look at her face, eyes hooded and forehead sweating. She looks so adorable like this. “That cake gave us such a rush, huh?” He chuckles before hooking her legs around his torso and hugging her body close to his. He feels her dozing off as he carries her to her bedroom.
He lays you down on the bed and tucks you under your blanket before studying your face. So peaceful. So relaxed. A smile forms on your face and Steve finds himself smiling as well.
“Goodnight, my sweet little girl.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before walking out of your room.
It’s currently four in the afternoon and Steve is currently sitting on a couch in the massive living room, thinking about the night he has planned for him and his little girl.
After that time in the kitchen, things have been great with them. It’s been a few months and he became someone he didn’t know he could be and it was all for her. He wants nothing but the best for his girl. He gives her the ‘special treatment’ or ‘reward’ whenever she asks for it. She’ll do something nice for him to receive his special kisses but Steve knew that he’ll give her anything without her working for it. He just likes the attention he gets from her when she gets a little needy.
Steve feels his crotch stirring under his pants at the thought of eating his little girl out. He always eats her out and makes her putty with his fingers but his cock remains abandoned.
He didn’t think she was ready. He didn’t want to scare his girl. He’ll wait as long as he needs until his little girl’s ready for him. For the time being, he’ll make sure to keep his little girl happy and satisfied.
Steve’s thoughts were cut off when his little girl walked in front of him with a weird look on her face, a phone held against her right ear. He sits up in attention, his body becoming alert at the way her face scrunches up in fear as she looks at him.
“What’s wrong, little girl?” His voice is a whisper but his tone is hard.
She looks at him with a frown before handing him the phone. He looks at it and listens to her as she speaks.
“Father called… Which is weird because he never calls when they’re on a trip. Let alone a business trip. He told me that the trip would be a few months and I didn’t think they would be in some kind of situation after being gone for almost seven months… They’re usually gone longer than that. But then that guy—” She points at the phone in Steve’s hand before continuing her explanation.
“—That guy took the phone away from my father when he’s explaining something to me about telling something to you, Steve. His name is Rumlow and he’s got a very foul mouth—” He watches as her nose scrunches up, probably at the memory of the man’s words on the phone but Steve didn’t care about that. He’s worried about Rumlow talking to you. Through your father’s phone at that!
Steve presses the phone against his ear before asking who’s on the other line.
“Ahh, Rogers… Where’s the little brat? I thought she’s enjoying the things I’m promising her. Told her about how my cock will make her cunt cry—” Steve feels his blood boiling at the way Rumlow is talking about his little girl.
“What are you on about, Rumlow? What are you doing with that phone?” Steve cuts Rumlow off, voice so harsh that he sees her flinching at his tone. He smiles at her before ushering her back to her room.
“You see… Your girl is supposed to be mine. I saw her first but imagine the surprise I got when I ask her dear daddy for her hand and he tells me that she’s married to a Steve fucking Rogers.” Steve hears Rumlow’s bitter laugh before hearing her little girl’s father groan in pain, no doubt that he took a blow from Rumlow.
“I just want a simple deal here, Rogers. I’ll text the address and I expect to have the girl and a bag filled with… I don’t know, ten million dollars? If you’re too broke then just bring the girl. I’m sure she’ll make the lack of ten million with her pretty little cunt.” Rumlows cackle was heard along with the cries of your parents. He must’ve held them as hostages.
“Do that and her parents stay safe. Be here at 9 pm sharp or it’s bye-bye for her lovely parents. Tik-Tok, Rogers. Tik-Tok…” Steve almost crushes the phone into pieces in his hand when Rumlow hangs up on him. Rumlow holds your parents as hostages and dares to speak about you like that. He’ll fucking kill him.
The phone buzzes and he sees the address Rumlow sent him. They were no longer in Prague. They’re back here...
Steve makes a move to call his best man, Bucky, when he hears sounds coming from her room. He quickly runs over, throwing her door open to see her shoving a bunch dollar bills into a huge bag while a phone is pressed against her neck and her shoulder.
Steve’s heart falls at the sight of tears falling down her face. She must’ve heard everything with the connecting phone lines. He sighs before walking over to his girl and steadying her by holding her shoulders in a firm grip. “Everything will be alright. I’ll call someone to fix the problem. They’ll clear the building, catch the bad guy, and then your parents will be home in no time!” Steve gives her a smile but it doesn’t work. Her face is still wet with tears as she shakes her head in disagreement.
“No! The b-bad guy will harm my parents if he sees your men without me! I don’t w-want anything bad happening to my family, Steve. I-I don’t want that!” He pulls her against his chest as he sobs and shakes against his hold. Steve runs a comforting hand on her back before sighing in defeat.
“Fine. We’ll save your parents but I have to call my friends for backup. And you have to stay as far away from the fighting. I’ll have my best guy, James, be with you the whole time. You can trust him, he’s my best friend. You need to stick with him because he’ll keep you safe, got it?” He gives her a firm yet gentle look, jaw clenching when she nodded eagerly at him before continuing to fill the bag with cash.
He makes his calls and in no time, they’re driving towards the address Rumlow sent him.
Steve parks the car a few miles away from the building where her parents are being held as hostages. He looks at his little girl who’s currently wearing sweatpants and his hoodie which looks pretty big on her. He smiles at the sight before letting out a shaky breath.
“You gotta stay here, okay? I promise that I’ll get your parents out safely. You don’t have to worry about them because I’ll protect them for you, okay? You trust me, little girl?” He watches her as she reluctantly nods her head. He sighs at that before handing her a pistol gun. “You know how to use one?” He asks, surprised to see his little girl nod. She must’ve seen his surprised look because she looks down before explaining, “I had basic shooting lessons.” He smiles at his little girl before nodding.
He gets out of the car before walking around and opening the door for his girl and helping her out. He sees James walking over to them and he nods at his friend in acknowledgment before looking back at his girl. “This is Bucky. He’ll keep you safe. Stick with him, alright?” He watches her girl as she observes his friend with her adorable curious eyes.
“The others are already surrounding the building. Backup is also ready. Just say something and they’ll attack. Good luck out there.” He smiles at Bucky’s words before kissing his girl’s forehead.
“Please stay safe, Steve.” His girl mutters and he feels his heart skip a beat at that moment. “I will. Anything for you, little girl.” He turns to leave, hearing his girl one last time before disappearing.
“That’s a nice-looking vest, Mr. Bucky.”
Everything was going well for Steve. Rumlow’s men are really weak and easy to take down and when Rumlow realized that, he ran. He ran away like the coward he is. He ran out of the building and that was that. At least, that’s what Steve thought.
He was able to see her parents and he quickly untied them, her mother thanking him endlessly while her father only grumbled his thanks once.
He was guiding the couple out of the building, surprised to see his little girl standing a few miles away from them with Bucky. He sees her eyes brighten in relief that made all his worries disappear.
He was walking with her parents when he heard the cocking of a gun beside his head.
“Not so fast.” A raspy voice speaks beside him.
Rumlow…
Before Steve could even move, a bang was heard. Followed by another bang that has his ears ringing in pain. He closes his eyes to ease the aching in his head or his body. Was he shot?
His eyes fly open when he remembers that his girl is also out in the open and his eyes quickly darts over towards her.
To his surprise, his girl is holding the gun he gave her earlier in his direction.
Steve quickly scans the couple near him for injuries when he hears someone groaning below him. He finds Rumlow laying on his back, legs bleeding while his arms are spread out.
He looks back at his girl, a sense of pride filling his system. His girl just did that.
He watches as his girl runs towards him with her arms wide open, ready to envelop him in a hug.
Steve grins before he hears Rumlow muttering and everything seems to be moving in slow motion.
“If I can’t have her… Then nobody can!” Rumlow spits before a loud bang go out.
Steve’s eyes grow wide when he sees the bullet piercing through his hoodie and into his girl’s chest.
His heart stops when he sees her falling down into Bucky’s arms and onto the cold ground.
Her mother’s cries filled Steve’s ringing ears as well as her father’s curses as he tried to console his wife.
Steve quickly kicks the gun from Rumlow’s hand before kicking the bastard’s face repeatedly until he’s unconscious. He releases all his anger on the bastard who shot his little girl by bending down and throwing punches down the unconscious man. He keeps punching until he sees Bucky carrying his girl towards them.
He pulls back from a bleeding Rumlow before running towards Bucky and taking his girl from his best friend. He brushes some stray hair away from her forehead before observing her face.
“Call the fucking ambulance!” He barks at nobody but Bucky follows his order, quickly fumbling with his phone and calling their mob doctor.
Steve was about to rip his hoodie off his girl when her eyes suddenly flew open, gasping for air.
Steve’s heart stops for a second, he doesn’t know if it’s from shock or relief but he’s grateful to see his little girl alive and breathing. He feels her wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face on the side of his neck as she catches her breath. He wraps his arm around her shaking body, gripping her tight and pulling her body against his like he’s afraid that she’ll slip away from his grasp.
“Mother. Father. I’m so glad you’re okay!” He hears his girl talking to her parents who are currently behind him. He should let her go to reunite with her parents but he doesn’t. He keeps her against his body.
“Are you okay, dear?” Her mother asks and he feels his girl nodding against his neck. His girl finally pulls away from him before tugging on the hoodie she’s wearing and pulling it up to reveal a bulletproof vest.
Bucky’s laughter fills the air and everyone turns to look at him. “You little genius!” He exclaims before pointing at his little girl. “She kept bothering me about my vest and didn’t stop until I gave her one! Ah... You got yourself a keeper and a smartass, Steve!” He continues to laugh, her parents soon follow Bucky until everyone is laughing as well.
Everyone’s laughter is cut off by Rumlow waking up before gasping for air just like you were a few moments ago.
He pulls his girl against his chest, blocking her view from Bucky who gets his gun out before pointing it towards Rumlow’s head.
Steve covers his girl’s ears before another bang goes out. The last one for the night.
“I’m really fine, Steve. Dr. Banner said I was fine! No scars and all, see?” You pull your hoodie up to assure him. You watch him stare at your skin, probably looking for scars before he forces your hoodie down with a frown as he bites his lip.
“You can’t just pull your shirt up like that. People might see.” His hushed and commanding voice makes you gulp and nod apologetically.
You look around as he walks the both of you towards the lake. “But there’s nobody around, Steve.” You whisper, looking down at the dirt as you walk with him.
You feel his warm fingers under your chin before your head is tilted up so you’re looking directly up at him. “You really are a smartass, huh?” He smirks, feeling your body warm up against his hold before throwing his arm around your shoulders to continue walking.
Steve holds you close as the both of you walk down the dock under the darkness of the night. He stops just at the end of the dock before turning to face you.
You admire his face, looking so enchanting under the light of the moonlight. “You remember the first time we met?” He asks, grinning at your embarrassed reaction which is you chewing your bottom lip. He caresses your face before running his thumb across your lips, stopping your teeth’s attacks on your lips.
“How you’re taught to shoot a gun but not how to swim will always be a mystery.” He chuckles, smiling down at you and you watch him as he does just that. He’s just so pretty to look at.
“You really scared me tonight, little girl…” His sad tone made your eyebrows shoot up in worry. “I-I didn’t mean to, Steve! I’m so sorry.” You frown at yourself but he brushes his fingers on the wrinkles you made between your eyebrows which makes you relax just a bit.
“I was supposed to be the one protecting you. Not the other way around.” He lets out a sigh before looking at the water. “But thank you. Thank you for doing that. And for trusting me. I know you were a little hesitant with trusting me but you still did. So thank you for that. It means a lot.” Steve looks back at you and smiles. You feel your heart fluttering at his smile but it also breaks at his words. You wanted to tell him that he’s wrong but you are cut off by a bunch of lights.
You gasp at the lights that start to flicker all around you. You do a slow full 360, looking at the trees that are covered with fairy lights, the side of the docks are covered with lights as well, and the darkness is soon replaced by a whole bunch of lights. Your heart starts to jump when you hear slow music playing in the background and it feels like every time you do a full 360 turn, something new presents itself.
Everything seems so magical, so pretty and so… Something straight out of the fairytale movies that you watch.
You turn to face Steve again only to find him gone. You frown before looking down to see him down on one knee, a red velvet box in his hand which he holds towards you.
You feel yourself grinning with so much joy running through your system and you can’t help but to let out a squeal when the velvet box opens to reveal a very pretty diamond ring.
“Little girl… Will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?” He asks, uncharacteristically shy which makes you giggle. You start giggling more which makes Steve lick his lips as his eyes flash his nervousness.
“Steve, you’re so dumb.” You mumble through giggles.
“Huh?” Steve slowly stands up, looking at you with sad eyes.
“We’re already married! We both signed the papers!” You point out the obvious, stopping your giggle fit before kissing him on the lips.
“Don’t be sad, Steve… I accept your proposal… Even though we’re already married.” You giggle once more before letting him put the ring on you.
He guides you until the both of you are sitting on the edge of the dock, feet dangling down the water.
“I just wanted you to have a normal yet magical experience even just for a moment,” Steve whispers after a few minutes of silence.
“That’s kind of useless.” You automatically say.
“What? Why?” Steve feels his heart fall at your words. Is he doing this whole thing wrong?
“I already feel like that whenever I’m with you.” You state, looking at him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Steve feels his heart beat an extra mile but he also feels relieved that he’s indeed doing it right.
You grin at the sight of Steve blushing in front of you. You never thought that the man who was so hard on you the first time you met was going to be a blushing mess in front of you right now.
“Hey, Steve?” Your voice cuts the thin air and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“You know how I saved your life earlier…” Steve smiles at your bashful expression that he finds so adorable.
“Mhmm…” He nonchalantly hums.
“Well… I was thinking…” You bite your lip in nervousness and embarrassment at the question you’re about to ask him.
“What is it, little girl?” His voice is matched with a chuckle as he gives you a grin.
“Can I have a reward for that?” You blurt out.
Steve feels his cock stir in his pants at her words. He bites his lip before standing up and helping her up as well.
“I’ll give you everything you want, little girl. It doesn’t have to be a reward. You ask for it, you get it, is that clear?” He gives you a questioning look before smiling when you nod eagerly at him.
“Now, what is it that you want as a reward?”
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He trails kisses from your forehead to your nose, nose to your cheeks, cheeks to your neck. He purposely skips your lips with a grin and starts feasting on your neck. He licks and sucks on a spot he knows too well, earning an adorable squeak from you when he teasingly bites on the skin. “S-Steve!” You gasp, hands going straight to his head, fingers sliding through his soft hair. He continues nipping on your neck until your head tilts back and a quiet moan escapes your lips.
He pulls away to look at you and then smirks.
“You want me to give you those special kisses for your rewards?” He cocks a brow before smiling when you nod your head eagerly at him. “Y-yes please.”
Steve wastes no time to pleasure you. His little girl.
He dives for your glistening core and groans in pleasure at your taste. He uses his tongue to stimulate you through your clit, enjoying the way your body shakes under his hold.
Steve listens to your moans and whimpers like a song and uses it as motivation to keep you a writhing mess under him. “Please, S-Stevie…” He hears you cry under him, reaching your hands towards his hands and pulling it closer to his face as he tongues your clit.
Steve chuckles at your needy behavior but complies, not missing the nickname leaving your lips. Anything for his little girl.
Steve easily enters a finger into your wet core, groaning at your warmness and wetness before adding another finger. He sees your face contorting into a mix of pleasure and pain. Steve leans down to kiss your clit and flicks his tongue faster to distract you from the pain.
“A-aah” He watches your eyes rolling back when he begins to spread his fingers inside you. Another finger enters and you’re crumbling against his fingers, walls closing around his fingers as you cum undone under him. He pulls away from you before reaching for your face and kissing you hungrily. He smiles against the kiss when he feels you return the kiss with the same hunger.
He feels you pulling away and he lets you, frowning a little when he sees you looking at him timidly. His hand carefully reaches for your face, knuckles gliding down for cheeks smoothly. “What is it, little girl?”
He watches you bite your lip before looking at him with half-lidded eyes. “I w-want to give you special kisses too…” Steve freezes as he feels his cock getting harder than before. He feels your hands reaching for his member, giving him a look before gulping. “C-can you teach me? I want to make you feel good too…”
Steve doesn’t know which is beating harder; his cock or his heart, maybe both… Probably both. You do that to him. Only you. His little girl.
Steve finds himself gulping as well. “You don’t have to, litt—”
“I want to!” You’re quick to cut him off. Almost eager, he notices. He lets out a nervous laugh before nodding. “Okay, okay… I’ll teach you.” He doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up from his approval. He smiles at you before guiding your hands that’s currently holding his hard member.
“Just do this gently…” He guides your hands up and down his shaft, head going crazy at the sight of your hands not being able to cover his huge cock. He bites his lip, willing himself to hold on and not cum on your hands so early.
“C-can I kiss it now?” He looks down at you, sitting on the mattress as your innocent eyes look up at him while he stands on the ground. “Go ahead, little girl. Try it.” He encourages you, smiling when you press a quick kiss on his tip. His jaw clenches when you press another kiss, longer this time.
Steve’s eyes flutter when he feels your tongue dancing around his tip. You begin to lick along the shaft and then under, making Steve groan wantonly.
Steve lets out a frustrated huff when you quickly pull away from him. “I-I’m sorry. I was just doing what you did to me. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Your eyes are teary and Steve realized that his moans made you think that you hurt him.
He sighs before leaning down to your face, giving you an assuring smile before kissing your nose. “You didn’t do anything wrong, little girl. You’re doing everything right. In fact, you’re doing so great that my friend down there couldn’t help but to go wild under your touch.” He points at his member before grinning at your widened eyes.
“I’m going to guide you. There’s no reason to be afraid. If you want to stop, just tap me and we will stop. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, okay?” He waits for your response and lets out a breath of relief when you nod.
He stands back up, putting your hands on his behind and guiding your face just in front of his cock. “Open wide, little girl.” He sings and grins when you do as told. He holds the back of your head but never pushes you, leaving you to go at your own pace.
You push yourself forward, taking him halfway before pulling back and pushing yourself back to him. His moans of pleasure push you to do more so you do. You swirl your tongue on his tip as you bob your head, smiling at the loud moan that leaves his lips.
“You little tease…” He breathes out, his grip on your head getting tighter but not enough to hurt you. He feels the vibration of your laughter on his cock and he lets out another cry of pleasure.
Feeling confident with yourself, you push yourself forward until his tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag.
He helps you as you pull away from him, looking down at you with his flushed face. He studies your face, eyes shadowed with lust, making his heart do somersaults. He wipes the tears on your face before saying, “Breathe through your nose, okay?” He watches you nod and chuckles when you go back for his cock, taking him deep at a slow pace and staying there for a second before pulling slightly away. “That’s my good girl…” He moans as you continue to take him, teasing his tip with your tongue when he suddenly pulls you away from him.
“Did I—” He cuts you off with a kiss, groaning against your lips and pushing you until you’re lying on your back with him on top of you. “You did great. I just want my cum somewhere else…” He catches your lips when you bite on them, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth.
He pulls away, guiding your body until he’s kneeling between your thighs, one hand on his cock while the other is on your thigh. “Is this okay?” He asks when he places the tip of his cock on your slit.
You gingerly nod, whimpering when he slides his cock on your sensitive clit. “P-please…” You have no idea what you’re begging for but he seems to know what he’s doing.
“Do you trust me, little girl?” Steve asks, looking at your face with hopeful eyes.
“Yes, Stevie. I trust you.” Steve’s heart warms up at how fast you answered his question. He nods before sliding a few more teasing thrusts into your folds and clit before slowly sliding his tip into your slit. He stops to look at your face that’s contorted into a frown. He leans down your face to kiss your frown away and kisses your lips as well, hoping to distract you from the pain.
Steve pushes his cock deeper when he feels you relax under him. He pushes slowly and stops when he’s fully in, groaning when your walls hug his member tightly. “Fuck!” He hisses before looking at you. “You okay?” He asks, smiling when you nod at him, eyes closed. He kisses your lips before pulling halfway and thrusting into you once more, earning a little whimper from you.
“How are you feeling, baby?” You try to ignore the nickname, opening your eyes and looking straight at his eyes. “G-good. Please move, Stevie.” You press your palms against his chest. He pulls halfway out before shoving himself inside you again, repeating this action until you’re moaning loudly under him and clutching his biceps for support.
Steve feels your walls fluttering around him, alarming him that you’re close. He knows he’s close as well so he helps you reach your peak by rubbing your clit with his fingers, groaning at how your walls tighten around him.
Steve listens to your cries of pleasure as your walls clamp down on his cock as you cum, making him cum as well and milking him. Your body shakes under him and both of you breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath. He falls to your side, his arms enveloping around you to pull you against his chest into a warm and strong embrace.
“It’s official. We just consummated our marriage... I’m all yours just as much as you’re all mine.” He stares at your face, watching your eyes as you fight yourself from falling asleep.
“I fucking love you, little girl.” He lazily says, brushing your face with his fingers. You stare at him sleepily, listening to the beat of his heart.
“The fuck is he doing?” Your father grumbles as he watches Steve prance around the kitchen.
“He’s making our daughter breakfast. I think our daughter broke him.” Your mother snickers at the way your father looks at Steve in disbelief.
“You tellin’ me that he touched Y/N?!” Your father fumes, getting ready to walk up to the man in the kitchen before your mother stops him.
“Oh, hunny. Would you stop that? They’re married. And Y/N is an adult. They both are. They can do anything they want. And I can see that Steve really loves our daughter. The way he acted after Y/N got shot. Not to mention the part where he literally saved our asses. Your ass.” Your mother berates your father who just huffs in response before leaving. Your mother chuckles before following her husband, ready to give him a piece of her mind.
“You made cookies without me?” Steve’s heart flutters as you pout at him. “I want to make cookies too…” You mumble under your breath. You just woke up from your sleep when Steve entered the room with a plate full of cookies.
“I didn’t want you getting into any accidents, little girl.” Steve chuckles when you take one cookie before grumpily munching on it. He watches as your eyes light up before covering it up with a frown. “Will you stop calling me little girl?”
“Never.” He simply says. You huff and Steve couldn’t help but to chuckle at your cuteness.
“Your cookies aren't even that good. I make better cookies.” You mumble before taking another cookie from the plate and munching on it. Steve raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head. “I know you do, little girl. I know you do.” He smiles at you before making a move to sit beside you.
“No! Wait! Stay there.” You point a finger at him before fumbling around the sheets as if looking for something.
“You okay?” Steve asks, eyes shooting open when you jump out of the bed to stand in front of him, only the sheets covering your body. You realize this and quickly pull on the hoodie from last night before looking back at Steve with a grin.
“Hi,” You start, earning a confused look from Steve. “Hello?” He chuckles when you look at him with so much excitement that you’re literally bouncing on your toes.
“I want to give you something.”
“What is it?” Steve watches your fist as you hold it against his face before opening it, revealing a gold ring that looks to be vintage or a hundred years old.
“Where’d that come from, little girl?” Steve whispers.
“Can I put it on you? Will you marry me too?” You ignore his question, too excited to listen to anything. Steve laughs before nodding, watching you with adoration as you giddily put the ring on him.
“There! So pretty! You’re so pretty, Stevie!” You continue to admire the ring on his finger when he takes your chin with said hand, making you look up at him.
“Thank you, little girl.” He leans down to press a kiss on your lips before pulling away with a smile.
“My father gave it to me.” You blurt out, making Steve’s eye widen just a bit.
“Your father?” He asks, not sure about what’s happening.
“Yes. He came here earlier. Told me that you deserve the ring and that you should never make him regret anything?” Steve listens to you, you obviously don’t know what your father did but it’s enough for Steve to understand.
“Oh… And Stevie?” He looks at you, smiling and asking you if you need something.
“I love you too.” You grin at him.
Steve stares at you for a moment before feeling tears sliding down his cheeks.
He makes a quick move towards you, pulling you in a tight embrace and pampering your face with kisses.
“I love you, little girl. Thank you for saying it back.” He mumbles against your hair before pressing a kiss on your lips once more.
“Stop calling me little girl!” You grumble against him.
He only chuckles at you before shaking his head. “No. You’ll always be my little girl.”
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a/n: omfg if you finished all that, congratulations you just wasted a whole lot of ur time but thanks for wasting it on me 3;-)
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers au#mob!steve rogers#steve rogers x you#steve rogers oneshot#au#mobster au#Steve Rogers
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I know I said I have exams but I couldn’t stop myself from doing this-
Basiaclly, a new series where i write down my writing ideas for different fandoms as well as some notes about it for future references. I might never get to write them, but at least someone else can see them and enjoy it!
This posts fandom is TCF because it’s my current obsession-
(please excuse my poor naming ability, I can’t come up with names for things on such a short notice)
TCF actor AU
An AU in which the novel gets a life action adaption and the casting director happens to find actors who are, quite literally, the characters they portray.
Slight dynamic and personality changes between the characters as well as some OCs that will probably be mentioned a few times.
Uhhh Dad! Cale strikes again with the children averaging nine-years-old being his actual adopted children.
Still gotta figure out where I wanna go with this I guess? Truth to be told I jus want crack texting between everyone, don’t mind me-
Also Rosalyn and Cale are childhood friends/basically siblings and everyone thinks they’re the MOST iconic duo ever (they are,of course, right)
Everyone’s twitter account is a mess because no one knows how to run a social media account and the only one who knows how actually run one is Hannah
Probably no shipping, just open flirting because why not :3
Any help for coming u with names for the actors are welcome (read: desperately needed)
Might leave the names the same?? I dunno I’ll decided when i actually get to that part
Hall of universes fic
One peaceful day, as everyone is gathered to celebrate New Year, they suddenly find themselves in a spacious lobby. How did they get here? How do they get back? Who’s the girl typing away on a laptop on one of the couches? And what the hell does she mean by “Have fun exploring the different universes?”
Basically a self indulgent fic (I’m literally in the fic what more do you want me to say?) and crack fic, where our dear TCF family sees different parallel universes ranging from modern AU, spy agency AU, mythical creatures to sad angst shit
Buckle up to see them walk down a hallway with many doors, behind each one a different world with it’s own twisted rules and fateful encounters, until they reach the very end
mostly crack and a place for me to put out my AU ideas together as well as try to do some character exploration
Do they get back at some point? Probably, the question is just when
Fic-me is a little bitch but I don’t care
Each AU aka ‘room’ will probably have like 1-5 chapters about it and then they will move onto the next door
I hate Deruth with a passion so we will be witnessing him get torn down to pieces by guilt, shame, self hatred and more
OG Cale gets the love he deserves in some of the rooms, maybe, I don’t know, I’m not there yet
Some of it will be cringe asf and OOC but like, soft content i guess?
I definitely am going to add a room about childhood friends! AlbeCale because they would be such an iconic duo if they knew each other earlier
A chapter about Cale taking “I’m sipping wine, in a robe. I look too good, to be alone’’ shit to another level
Human! Raon concept where he looks exactly like Cale to the point where people think he’s his biological son and Cale just goes with it
Lots of Dad! Cale with his children because I’m soft for them
This is getting too long so I’ll mare a cut here-
#tcf meme#tcf crack#tcf manhwa#tcf cale#tcf fanfic#incorrect tcf quotes#tcf alberu#tcf hong#tcf on#tcf raon#cale henituse#Choi Han#alberu crossman#Ron molan#trash of the counts family#deruth henituse#og cale henituse#kim rok soo#rosalyn and cale being iconic#albecale content
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