#pls have mercy... free my girl...

[0809sysblings]

Amane, indoctrination, and gaslighting

and why voting Amane innocent would be the best course of action

I've been wanting to write a big post on Amane talking about indoctrination and such. Because I see takes sometimes that make it clear the person doesn't really... Get It.

Most of what I'll be explaining comes from my personal experiences growing up.

Additionally, most of what I say when it comes to outcomes (i.e. "If x happens, Amane will do y") will be based on the assumption that realism, not entertainment, is prioritized in the writing and that there are no major holes in our knowledge of what's going on. Theoretically anything could happen since this is a fictional scenario and we don't know everything when it comes to the world, the cases, and the characters. Not to mention my situation was nowhere near as extreme as hers. So although I probably have a better understanding of it than most people, I definitely can't claim that I know what she's gone through.

Personal anecdotes I add to better support my points will be in the small font (this!) since I don't want them to distract from the main text and so that they can be easily skipped for those who may be worried about being triggered. But if anyone needs plain text descriptions, I'll happily provide them!

!! TW for child abuse, religious abuse, and cults !!

I recommend skipping my personal anecdotes if more detailed discussions about these topics are a trigger for you.

At the heart of "good" (read: successful) indoctrination is gaslighting.

Since gaslighting has been one of the many psychology terms completely watered down and distorted by the internet, I will define it just so we're all on the same page!

Gaslighting is a form of psychological manipulation used to make the victim question their own sanity, sense of reality, or power of reasoning.

Basically, you can't trust yourself. You can't trust your thoughts, your feelings, your interpretations, etc. You become completely reliant on other people (usually specific people who are the ones doing the gaslighting) to figure out what's real/true or not.

Toxic/extremist religious groups like to take gaslighting a step further though. Not only do they make it so you cannot trust yourself to judge what is right or not, they may also teach you that what feels wrong is actually right. You can see where this can start to cause some issues lol.

Anything your gut may tell you that contradicts what the group/cult leaders tell you—"this is wrong!", "this is bad!", "I don't want to do this..."—must be ignored. Because those feelings and thoughts, according to the leaders, are actually the sinful part of you trying to lead the good and faithful part of you astray. They make you question yourself to make sure you never question them.

They will figuratively or literally beat this into you until your first instinct is no longer to listen to your gut and do what it says, but to dismiss it and do what it's telling you not to do. Existing becomes a chronic power struggle between your unconscious mind and your conscious mind. Unfortunately, the fact that you're struggling often then gets used against you as proof that you need to follow their teachings. Because if you're unhappy, then you must be doing something wrong. You just need to have a little more faith, dedicate a little more time to the religion/group, go a little harder into your duties... Only then will you feel better—feel more enlightened.

An integral part in making all this work is isolation. If you don't somehow isolate the members, they may figure out that they're being manipulated and abused.

Now, isolation doesn't always mean purely physical isolation (though Amane is being isolated physically to at least some capacity). Psychological isolation is almost just as powerful. An almost universal psychological isolation tactic used by extremist groups and cults is the "Us vs Them" mentality. We can see this being very prominent with Amane. A lot of things she talks about with regard to the cult involves an Us-vs-Them dynamic. There is "Us", the cult, and "Them", everyone else.

Personally, we were taught that those who weren't believers of our religion were out to get us or will, at the very least, get us hurt/killed somehow. We were told many people wanted us dead just for being believers. You had to be careful and watch out when interacting with non-believers; you couldn't trust them. God was constantly testing you via others, and you had to make sure you stayed faithful.

This in particular is why no matter if you vote guilty or innocent, that itself will not actually do anything to change her beliefs. Voting her guilty will not make her start to feel bad and then question her beliefs. Voting her innocent will not make her listen to us and then question her beliefs. If we make her have any doubt about the cult, that's just proof to her that what we're telling her is wrong and is just another "trial" from God for her to overcome. So, changing her beliefs should not be a factor considered when voting since it's completely irrelevant. Everything can be twisted to support the cult. That's just how it works.

I don't think any amount of punishment will make Amane "come to her senses". I mean... what could we possibly do to her that she hasn't already had to endure? Punishment will likely only escalate things even more. Not to mention that having a bit of a fascination with martyrdom isn't all that uncommon in those who have been religiously abused and indoctrinated. The threat of punishment may only serve to motivate her to double down on her beliefs and behavior. Not to say she wants and likes punishment. It's obvious she's both scared of punishment and wants it to stop. After all, that's most likely the motive behind the murder.

Even prior to Amane's age, I was already fantasizing about being a martyr. A part of me almost wanted to be killed for my religion and community. It was seen as something extremely admirable. The ultimate sacrifice, if you will. We were taught that if given the choice between saving yourself by denying your faith or letting yourself be hurt/killed by standing your ground, you should choose the latter. Of course, I also did not want that to happen at all. It scared me shitless. But we weren't allowed to be scared about that stuff. It was seen as questioning God and the religious authorities, which was completely taboo. So I had no choice but to "want" it.

Isolating Amane is the worst possible thing we could do to her. No one gets better from being isolated, and this goes double for people living in abusive environments. She's been isolated her whole life. The best thing for her would be spending time with the other prisoners without restrictions. The more time she spends around people who have no connection to the cult, the better. Trying to argue with those in cults about why they're wrong and why they are in a cult (because most don't even recognize they're in a cult due to the gaslighting, indoctrination, and stigma) will almost always backfire. The best thing to do is to just be there for them to have someone to interact with who is not a cult member.

The only reason I left the extremist religious community I grew up in was because I made a friend who was not affiliated with it. I don't think I would've been able to see that the conditions I was living in were Not Very Good without that friend. He didn't even really do anything to actively help me. Just learning more about the real world through him was enough to make me start looking closer at my life.

To vote her guilty would be to continue isolating her. Not just physically as the guilty prisoners get restrictions put on them, but it's also an inescapable psychological isolation. Innocent vs Guilty is just another Us vs Them dynamic.

I fear that, if she ends up guilty this trial, she will likely be voted guilty again in trial 3. Her aggression will probably only escalate as she feels herself becoming more and more cornered. And since I know many people are voting her guilty solely to make sure she doesn't hurt Shidou or other prisoners, I can only imagine what the voting will look like for her in trial 3 once she's forced to become even more aggressive to protect herself.

And tbh... I can't imagine that having a prisoner with 3 guilty verdicts will make for all that interesting of a story for them. Not that it would be boring, per se. But having variety would, in my opinion, be the most interesting and entertaining! So, if nothing else I've said has been able to sway those who vote her guilty, then think about the entertainment factor!

Please vote this severely traumatized 12 y/o girl innocent. We can give her so many secret cakes to eat.

#Milgram #milgram project #milgram amane #amane momose #milgram analysis #... i guess? #ミルグラム #yeah im pulling out all the stops for this #tw child abuse #tw religious abuse #tw cults #this is a bit less in-depth than i wanted. but i also have a horrible rambling problem and am attempting to be more concise LOL #ive got shit to say you know? /ref #im so passionate about amane #pls have mercy... free my girl... #im nervous about posting this 😔. not sure why #my social anxiety is horrible. but. i very much encourage discussion and such #for amane i will conquer my demons. they may know how to swim‚ but /i/ know how to poison the fucking water supply

[dolcettamagica]

can you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write smutty drabble about nanami being jealous? and like ANGRY jealous yk?

NANAMI KENTO was used to you being a brat and having to tame you. he loved it. he loved bending you to his will, punishing you, making you squirt all over his suit. what he absolutely did not love was you fawning over gojo. he hated it.

"please…please, stop, nanami."

"adress me correctly, slut."

"pl–please, sir, i can't–can't take it anymore."

once again he grabbed his belt, the cold leather hitting your already red, bare ass. nanami couldn't remember how often he had hit you now. he saw red. pictures of you wrapping your arms around gojo, his hand groping your ass. another smack landed on your cheeks.

"naughty girls need to be punished."

nanami unzipped his pants, freeing his cock and slapping it down on your behind. he was leaking pre-cum already. hearing you moan in pain and pleasure let all the blood flow to his cock instantly. fuck, he really did love taming you. growling he grabbed his shaft, running his tip along between your slit, feeling your soaking wet entrance.

"left you with gojo for a few minutes and you were ready to spread your legs, huh? or did you just want me to destroy your slutty little cunt as soon as we're home?"

" 'm sorry, s–sir…only–only want you, sir."

you were a drooling, trembling mess. tongue sticking out, hips pressing back into him, squirming and begging. you knew that nanami would ruin you now. fucking you mercilessly, going after his primal urges, losing control.

"good girl. not going to be nice to you today, little one. you still need to be punished."

without a warning nanami thrusted into you, his cock stretching you and kissing your cervix. nanami groaned, throwing his head back and his hands digging into the soft skin of your waist. you were clenching around him so good. he could feel your soaking walls pulsating around him.

"fuck…you wanted this, didn't you? needy little slut."

he rammed into you, hard and fast, as deep as he could. you begged him to slow down you actually didn't want him to. apologising over and over again. nanami didn't show any mercy.

his hands shot forward, one hand pulling your hair while the other wrapped around your body to choke you and pull your back to his chest.

"you’re my little cocksleeve, baby girl."

he dug his nails into your throat, almost drawing blood.

"i know you love my cock the most."

he bites down on your shoulder, earning more moaning and please.

"fu–fuck…ahh…you're so damn tight."

you clench around him, almost milking him. he knows you're about to cum soon, milking him dry.

"you're mine, doll. ngh– your pussy belongs to me only."

#𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami jjk #kento jjk #nanami smut #kento smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #nanami x reader #smut jjk #jjk smut

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a/n: if it doesn't make sense my bad. i'm not rlly good at writing smut LOL but smut with simon :") pls ignore any mistakes, i know it's ooc 🫣 feel free to request with any of the 141 + konig :") <33

mdni!! 18+

cw: cockwarming, dry humping, p in v, eating out ☠

simon ghost riley ♡ who loves to wake you up by eating you out. he can't help himself when he sees your sweet face on the brink of waking up. he sneaks down the sheets, settling between your thighs. his cheeks are already pink, eyes blown with desire while he gingerly moves your panties to the side. he's too desperate to pull them all the way back.

his tongue licks a long strip, shivering in delight as he licks you again. and then he's sucking on your clit so eagerly like a man starved, his own hips grinding into the mattress as he groans into your wet cunt. his hands grab your thighs closer around his face while he continues to lick and suck you. your hand pushing his head deeper into your aching core is all he needs before he holds your legs higher.

his tongue worked you so deliciously bringing you closer, swirling around your bud. he pulls away for a few seconds, sucking the sensitive flesh so lightly and perfectly this time. the heat unravelling on your lower abdomen, the familiar waves of pleasure hitting you. your legs shake and tremble as the orgasm comes slamming down on you. resulting in your hips lifted off the bed and releasing all in his mouth. the mere force of it leaves you panting and breathing deeply while he lightly hums, lapping at your essence. making sure he got every last drop before finally he releases you from his mouth with a soft chuckle and peeks his head back up from the blanket

"g'morning my love"

simon ghost riley ♡ the only man that can have you between the line of pleasure of pain. when you're so overstimulated, tears running down your cheeks at yet another orgasm he's trying to coax your body into having when your nails are clawing into his back, muffled whines in his chest as he continues to angle his hips in deeper. he feignes sympathy, kissing your neck as he shushes your pretty sounds. it's not his fault you just feel so good around his aching cock, you wanna be his little plaything don't you?

so he brings you into a mating press, groaning as the new position allows him to thrust in a little more deeper. his hips are sloppy, his breaths coming out in short burst while he brings the two of you closer to edge of pleasure. you're not sure what you're feeling, everything is swimming in your head and yet he's never felt so good. he coos in amusement, kissing your lips as he holds your waist down while your legs are shaking around him

"c'mon lovie, doing so good for me. just one more for me, yeah? fuck-, such a good girl"

simon ghost riley ♡ who got jealous one night when you were both out having a nice dinner. he saw just how flirty the waiter was and even if you didn't reciprocate any energy back, he still felt the need to make you as his. so he took you by hand and to the nearest bathroom to pound his frustrations into your eager cunt.

he's not usually one to simply have his way with you whenever but tonight was different. every thrust, every spank, all of it hit so different especially when you know the reason why. your hands are clutching the sink as he holds your hips higher, practically growling in your neck when he can feel you tighten.

you're biting your tongue to stop any whimper come out when his every thrust feels like your eyes are going to roll back into your head everytime he hits that special spot within you. he doesn't grant you any mercy, pounding deeper everytime you move. and when you're squirming underneath him, he's already using his knee to separate your legs even more so he can penetrate you deeper

"c'mon let them hear how pretty you sound. let that waiter know exactly who you belong to"

simon ghost riley ♡ who came back from deployment a few days earlier than he thought, so incredibly desperate for you. it'd been too many days, he was going simply stir crazy without your touch. and he practically moaned when he saw you in the blankets, a soft look on your face as you hold him close.

he's so needy tonight, he doesn't even make it out of his boxers as he eagerly bucks into you. soft moans falling from his swollen lips, his hands clenched around you tightly while he's singing your praises.

he was just dry humping you, the only sounds were his soft whines as he came closer to his relief. you opened your legs a little more to help aid him and he could've fallen apart then and there, babbling at how good you feel when his breath hitched. he's close, his arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried into your neck as his hips continue to rock against yours desperately.

he whimpers when he slowly begins to stop his pants soiled with his release. his breathing is erratic as he mumbles out his apology, still holding your close.

and finally simon ghost riley ♡ who cockwarms you early in the morning, muffling his whines into your neck because you feel so tight and good around him. he resists the urge to eagerly buck his hips into you, not wanting to ruin the moment but you feel so good he can't hold it back.

he loves the closeness the both of you have, his arms encasing you between his warm body as he pushes slowly into you. he stretches you over his cock, mindful not to go too fast for you this early in the morning. you look like an angel under him, he can't help but press a few tender kisses to your face in pure adoration.

there's no rush, the morning is quiet and calm. the sun barely rising over the horizon. he's too sleepy to go any faster, his hips going at a leisurely pace in and out of your walls. he can feel your muscles clenching around him, indicating just how near your climax is. but he doesn't stop even when you've come, still moving his hips into you enjoying how you felt around him.

"t-that's it baby, easy easy-- fuck so good f'me-"

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x y/n #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley x reader smut

[rkvriki]

you spin me up high - lee heeseung (m)

pairing: football team captain!heeseung x slightly bimbo!fem reader

synopsis: No one was surprised when the football star Lee Heeseung started dating the local bimbo, Y/n L/n. They were like a match made in heaven hell, they weren't an official item, but how does Heeseung react when he sees his team rival approach her?

WARNINGS ! mature content (sorry to my minor followers >-< also its my first time writing smut to pls have mercy on me), jealousy, mentions of reader being a little dumb :D, public sex (in the school's bathroom lolz), oral (f receiving), heeseung calls reader a slut once lmao, sex?? they kinda fight, reader is sensitive :(, heeseung is a lil possessive, if there's more tell me pls 😭 grammar errors, proofreading is a painfull process ok? word count: 5.6k (i popped my full smut cherry ok )

A/N: um hello?! guess i wrote smut for the first time djfhdf do i like it? idk, maybe lmao. this is nothing like my blog at all, but this idea wasn't getting out of my head and i kinda just wrote it. thank you bae @dazed-hee for reassuring my insecure ass and thank you @loveywon for giving me energy to write this thing, i love you guys. if its too bad pls dont say anything and pretend it good okay?

You purse your lips as you look in the mirror, watching the way the light pink lipgloss transferred from one lip to another. Smiling at the mirror, you appreciated the final look of the hard work you did on your face and outfit, as you slightly adjusted your top.

You took a lot of pride in your beauty, you were very aware of your looks and you knew everyone who you encountered in your life found you pretty. It is obvious to the public’s eye, it’s an undeniable beauty. You were always one to spend hours and hours to make yourself look the best for the most simple activities, you just never knew when you’ll have a pleasant encounter. If needed, anyone could spot you from a mile away with your (mostly pink) bright and sparkly clothes and the big white bows that held your hair in many ways, adorning it in the prettiest way. 

Anyone who didn’t know personally would say you were an airhead and a little bit dumb. It’s not your fault people talk about boring stuff that you know nothing about. The way your big doe eyes stared into the nothingness when you listened to someone talk about complex topics revealed that, in fact, there were no thoughts in that pretty head of yours. People often perceive you as someone unintelligent, when that wasn’t true at all, you are just a tiny bit slow. You consider yourself pretty successful seeing that you were in your dream college studying dentistry. You loved going to classes and socializing with people you knew in college. Making friends wasn’t a problem for you, always being a social butterfly since you were a little girl, but sadly there were girls who were mean to you, which often makes you pout to Heeseung when one of them frowns and tells you off, asking him why were they so mean and he just reassures you that they are jealous of your beauty and the fact you were able to score the hottest guy in college, which was not a lie, to be honest. 

You loved Heeseung very much, even if you guys weren’t an official item you didn’t see other people and some girls in your school didn’t take that lightly. Both of you had a reputation for sleeping around but in different ways. Heeseung was known for going to parties and just fucking anyone who had a vagina, but never taking them seriously, only seeing them as one time hook-ups. While you were just known for being a hot bimbo who often liked to thank people for favors in a more fun way than usual, like for example, when Jeongin helped you fix your pc setup and you kissed his dimpled cheek and suddenly you were kissing his dick, it happens sometimes and you were fine with that. You had no shame about your sexuality, you were free to do whatever you wanted and to have sex with whoever you pleased.

Getting up from your seat in front of your big vanity, you walked to where your bunny’s cage was. Daisy was your cute bunny, a gift from a previous relationship. You petted her little head promising her cuddles and snacks when you came back. After greeting her goodbye you grabbed your things for class and made your way out of your apartment as your car keys jiggled in your hand.

Reaching campus, obviously only after getting a muffin from the local cafe, you 

sighed getting mentally ready for classes. Smiling to yourself, you composed your posture while manifesting the best day you could ever have, not wanting anything or anyone to ruin the perfect mood you woke up with.

As soon as you walked in the hallway you heard people greet you, which you returned with your sweet toothy smile and a wave. Your sweet vanilla scent filled the area and the heels from your platform shoes could be heard, making people’s heads turn to you.

“Hey y/n, love the skirt!” a girl you recognized from biology class said, as she complimented you, making you smile at her and tell her a high pitched thanks in return. You kept walking as more people greeted you. Popularity wasn’t something you seeked but it was something you had, maybe a consequence of your looks or your bubbly personality, which was something people usually took advantage of. It wasn’t something that bothered you in the beginning, when you were unaware of some girls’ intentions with you when they approached you so suddenly asking to be friends with you, but soon, you realized how you were being used by them so they could get with a guy they wanted or just to try and be as popular as you were. Even so, you kept up the nice and humble personality you always had, hence why you were so known amongst students, always showing availability to help others that sometimes wasn’t given in return, making your big heart break a little.

Looking at the time on your phone, it marked 9:30am and you were relieved to see you had a lot of time until class started. You came early today to spend a little time with Heeseung, since your classes didn’t start until 11am. You made your way to the campus cafeteria that was mostly empty aside from people like you who only had classes later in the morning. You sat at a table that had two seats, since Heeseung would arrive at any moment now, knowing him he probably went to hit the gym before meeting you. You decided to distract yourself by playing games on your phone.  As you were doing so, someone walked towards you, making you look up at them. In front of you was one of Heeseng’s teammates that was one year above you, one that he had warned you about, but you being you, still smiled at him.

“Hey, princess. Fancy seeing you here alone.” You cringed at the pet name he gave you that sounded different when it came from Hee’s mouth, but still you kept the smile nonetheless. “Hey, Jihoon! Yeah, it’s nice seeing you too!” You were trying your best not to sound rude, the glint in his eyes didn’t hide his intentions with you. 

Flirting with guys for fun is almost a hobby for you, or an old one. Since you started your thing with Heeseung it didn’t happen that much, except in situations where you needed free drinks or discounts at your favorite make up store. Still, you know when to and not to do it and right now, it’s a case where it’s preferable if you don’t do it and it’s making you really nervous. Jihoon had a reputation for stealing other guys’ girls but never in his life did he do it to any of his teammates, especially to Heeseung. He knew it could take his spot in the team away and he worked his ass off to get where he is right now. Besides, everyone knows better than to mess with Heeseung, who was also known for giving good ass beatings when needed to, but at this moment he seemed to forget about it or just didn’t care at all. 

Looking behind Jihoon you noticed his friend group seated in a table further from yours, meaning this was probably a planned encounter from their side. Jihoon’s chuckle brought you back to reality, making you look back at him.

“Couldn’t help but notice you look so pretty from afar and even prettier now that i got a closer look.” 

“Thanks! I worked really hard on my makeup today.” You answered him looking up at him with your doe eyes, trying to keep up the sweet tone in your voice. Before you and Heeseung started whatever you had going on, Jihoon already claimed you as his “friend” and you did too! In your head the comments he made for you were nothing but nice compliments friends gave each other, but when Heeseung found out about it he didn’t seem happy to know and almost scolded you to stay away from him because boys like him never had good intentions with you. The sound of the cafeteria’s door opening didn’t make Jihoon look back but it made you look, praying it was finally Heeseung, and thankfully your prayers were answered as he walked in looking around, probably trying to find you. You could hear Jihoon’s voice, but you paid him no attention as you saw Heeseung’s face frown when he spotted the man in front of you. Your heart started beating a little faster, as you anticipated the possible interaction between the two men.

“Say how about you and I spend some time alone this Fri-” 

Jihoon was quickly cut by the sound of a chair scraping against the ground. He looked to where it came from only to see Heeseung sitting while looking at him with a raised brow. Jihoon stood in his place, obviously not expecting to see your boyfriend, thinking you were gonna be here alone.

“I don’t think there’s anything for you to see here, so might as well make your way out and leave.” 

Jihoon opened his mouth to say something but he decided it was best to not say anything for the sake of his football career. As he turned in his heels to walk away, Heeseung got up and grabbed the other man’s shoulder, leaning down to his height and muttering in his ear “I really hope this is the last time I see you talk to her or even come close to it. You and I both know better than letting this happen again, don’t we?” Jihoon’s eye slightly twitched as he shrugged Heeseung’s hand off his shoulder and walked away from where you were.

Heeseung sat back, an angry frown adorned his face. “You took too long!” You said after checking it was already 10am, as you slightly pouted at him while eating the small piece that was left from your muffin. “What did I tell you about Jihoon? I thought I had warned you about him, or did I?” From the way he was talking you could see he was not a little bit happy with the situation but it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t just be rude to him. “It’s not my fault Hee, besides he did nothing, he was just complimenting me!” Heeseung just seemed to get angrier with your answer, making a pout make its way back to your plush lips. “Y/n, how many times do i need to tell you what his intentions are, geez!” Y/n, he only called you that when he was mad. Why is he getting mad at you when it’s not your fault. You didn’t mean to get mad at him, but the way he was acting with you hurt you a little. You felt your eyes water slightly. “Look Heeseung, I know how to protect myself, I don't need you to warn me about Jihoon or anyone, besides he never did anything to me!” You felt bad talking with him like that, but you weren’t a helpless child, you were a little slow but not dumb. Heeseung’s frown deepened after hearing your words, he should be the one getting mad not you at him. “I don't want to keep having this conversation with you. I’m leaving now.” Heeseung grabbed his bag as he got up to leave. Words weren’t coming out of your mouth no matter how many times you opened it to talk and ask him to stay. As the cafeteria’s door slammed close you felt your eyes water with tears as you flinched at the sound. Pouting your lips, you started wondering why he got so mad when you did nothing wrong. 

You understood he was being protective of you but it still broke your heart into pieces when his loud voice echoed back in your mind. A single tear fell from your eyes making you quickly but carefully wipe it so as to not ruin your makeup that you put extra effort in. You grabbed your mini mirror from your bag as you checked your face, smiling when it was still intact. You grabbed your stuff as you decided to text your friends to check if it was available since your class wasn’t until 40 minutes.

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“And he got really mad at me when it wasn’t even my fault!” 

Chaewon and you were sitting in the benches in the open area of campus as you were telling her about this morning's events. Chaewon has been your friend since you entered college and both of you seemed to click instantly when you met at the dorm that both of you decided to move out from, getting your own apartments. You both shared everything with each other, she was your ride or die and shopping partner. She was the first one to know when Heeseung slid in your dm’s and she wasn’t so happy about it. Knowing about his reputation, she always told you to be careful afraid you might get hurt but you always reassured her that he was treating you nicely and after a year of going out with him she stopped nagging about the boy. Hearing this story, Chaewon wanted to give a I warned you type of scolding, but she held herself back seeing you teary eyed as you spoke. She let out a sigh as she put down the cereal bar she was eating. 

“Look I really want to tell you that I knew this would happen but I won't. He is being a complete asshole and don’t you dare run to him, he is the one who should be apologizing and if he really likes you he will.” She grabbed your fidgeting hands as she kept talking “Besides, as much as it hurts me to admit it, in a whole year Heeseung never did anything to hurt you and even though this doesn’t justify his behavior, he probably was acting out of jealousy I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean to let it out on you.” You sighed as you looked at her slightly smiling. “Yeah I know that but he still hurt me a lot.” You said as you sniffled and held your tears back. “Anyway, class is almost starting so I’ll get going and you should too.” Chaewon said as she got up and grabbed her things, waiting for you to do the same. You bid her goodbye and made your way to where your class was.

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You had your head propped in your head as you tried to understand what the teacher was saying, but his words were nothing but background noise as you couldn’t stop thinking about Heeseung. You grabbed your pen as you started to take notes, midterms were close and you couldn’t afford to fail. As you were focused on the teacher's explanation you heard your phone buzz in your bag but ignored it and kept focusing on class. You kept writing and the buzz continued making some heads turn into your direction. You muttered an apology as you grabbed your phone to check who was texting you, seeing Heeseung’s name on your screen.

hee💘: meet me in the boy’s bathroom on the 2nd floor

hee💘: now

You kept staring at his texts not knowing what to do. Chaewon’s words were replaying in your head “don’t you dare go back to him”. You know you should ignore him, but just once wouldn’t hurt anyone, besides she doesn’t need to know about this. Putting your phone back in your bag along with the rest of your supplies, you got up quietly to not disturb anyone. You felt your hands shaking in anticipation as you walked down the hallway making your way upstairs to the second floor. Your legs felt wobbly as you felt the tight anxious feeling forming in your chest, not knowing what to expect from this encounter. You reached the second floor and looked around trying to find the way to the bathroom. As you were almost reaching your destination, you saw Heeseung from afar leaning against the wall as he scrolled through his phone. The sound of your steps getting closer made him look up just to find you looking at him with the does he adored so much, making him try his best to not melt right then and there. He put his phone away and stood straight as he looked you up and down, making you gulp, fearing he might say. Heeseung didn’t say anything as pushed you by the wrist, taking you inside the bathroom. You let your things fall to the ground, as he pushed you against the door, his hand reaching behind you to lock the door as the other made its way around your waist. 

Your head was feeling fuzzy as your mind was filled with nothing but Heeseung, the electric feeling of his hands caressing your waist made your heart flutter. Your heart started beating faster as you looked in his eyes, pupils dilated and filled with lust. Your hands slowly made their way around his neck as he leaned his head down to your level. Your noses were touching and he had his forehead touching yours, a small movement would make your lips touch, but still, none of you dared to make a move as you stared into each others’ eyes. 

You were the first to break eye contact as you slammed your lips against his’, not being able to hold it anymore, the tension in the air was heavy and it was making you feel like you were out of breath. Heeseung kissed you back with as much force as you did, both of your lips moving together, fitting like a puzzle piece falling in the right place. You felt one of Heeseung’s hands move down to your butt, squeezing the plump flesh there, making you gasp. He took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, making you leave a quiet moan inside his own mouth. His tongue moved in sync with yours, entwined and fighting for dominance. Your hands started moving as if on their own, sliding down his body until they reached his belt, pulling his hips against your own. You moaned at the feeling of his slightly hardened length, one of your hands leaving its palace from the belt and coming to his front to rub at his boner, making him hiss in your mouth. 

The room was filled with sounds of your lips smacking against each other along with the sounds you both let out. Hesseung’s hand left your waist as it slowly moved down your torso towards your tight, squeezing the flesh there. His hand slid to the inside of your thigh, the feeling of his hand making your skin crawl with chills as his hand moved further, touching your clothed core, feeling the outline of your slit. His thumb applied pressure in your clit, just enough to make you pull away from the kiss, gasping for air and turning your head away from him. Heeseung started leaving kisses on your neck, reaching for the spot he knew made you crazy as he left marks along the side of it, making you moan out loud at the feeling of his lips along with his thumb on your clit. 

“Already going dumb for me, huh baby?” He said as he smirked against your neck, making you hide your face in his neck in embarrassment. “Nuh-uh, don’t shy away from me now baby. Look at me, baby.” You took your face from his neck, leaning your head back against the door as you looked up at him. Heeseung smiled at you, taking both of his hands to cradle your face against his palms. “You know I love you right?” You nodded, smiling at him, as your face leaned against his touch. “And I love you, Hee, so much.” Heeseung leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, as he left a breathy chuckle. He connected your lips again, swiping his tongue against your lower lip, making you open your mouth as his tongue made its way to yours. His hands started going inside your top, moving up to your bra, as he started massaging your breasts, you started moaning inside his mouth, muffling the sounds you made. 

“Hee, just take my shirt off, please.” You whined against his lips as he chuckled at your eagerness. He pulled away from your lips and pushed your shirt up, taking it off of you with ease. You pulled him to kiss you again, as his hands snaked around your back, unclasping your bra, moving it down your arms and letting it fall freely onto the floor. His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, marking the area, leaving trails of spit as he started kissing down to your nipples. His mouth automatically closed around your left nipple, sucking the small nub as his free hand moved to massage and pinch the other. Heeseung’s mouth was making loud wet sounds, mixing in the air with your breathy moans. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for friction, feeling your underwear stick against your core. 

“Hee, please, I need more.” You whined as you twisted and turned against the door. “Please what baby, need you to be specific, angel.” He said as he moved his mouth to your other boob, a trail of spit connecting it to your now abused boob from all the biting and sucking. You whined in complaint, your brain already not functioning completely as the only thing you could think about now was how much you needed Heeseung’s cock or fingers. “Need your fingers, please Hee, just give me something.” The desperation in your voice was noticeable and Heeseung spent no time in pulling your skirt down along with your panties, leaving you naked aside from your shoes and pink lacy socks that you loved so much. 

Heeseung picked you up and sat you down in one of the toilets inside the stalls. He kneeled down in front of you, putting your legs on his shoulders, giving him a perfect view of your raw and glistening cunt. He licked his lips as he looked at you, seeing the neediness in your eyes. He started kissing the inside of your thighs, alternating between licking and biting the flesh, making you whine at the pleasure the pain gave you. You felt his breath hitting your pussy, making you shiver from the feeling and shudder in anticipation. His thumbs moved to your labia, as they pushed your lips apart, fully exposing you to him. 

“Hee, please, I can’t wait anymore, I beg you.” Your whines were getting louder, leaving little to the imagination of anyone who passed by. “Baby I will do anything you want, but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me?” You nodded, not being able to form coherent words even if you tried. 

Heeseung finally let his mouth fall against your pussy, as his lips found their place around your clit, sucking the swollen nub, making you bite your lip to try to hold back your moans, your hands tangled in his hair, needing something to grasp onto. His tongue started making figure 8 in your nub, your toes curling at the pleasure he was giving you, your mouth fell open into an O shape as breathy moans slipped past your lips. Heeseung’s mouth left your cunt, making you whine at the loss, one of his hands making their way to your gaping hole, rubbing your entrance and slipping a finger inside with ease, thrusting it inside and out. You throw your head back in pleasure and let out a broken whine, making Heeseung’s move come to a halt. Your head coming back up as you looked at him, grinding your hips against his fingers, trying to get him to move. 

“If you don’t keep it downI’ll just stop right here and take care of myself and make you watch, got it?” His threat made you gulp and nod quickly at his words. You gasped as his finger started moving again at a faster pace. “Please, more, Hee. Give me more!” Your voice came out as a whisper, feeling like if you talked louder your voice would betray you. Heeseung complied with your request as he inserted another finger inside your leaking hole. You bring your hands against your mouth, trying to muffle the noises, as you feel yourself getting closer to your high. Your walls were tightening against his fingers as you felt the knot form in your tummy. Heeseung felt that and he put his mouth back on your clit, sucking the poor nub, aiding you to reach your high faster. One of your hands made their way back in his hair, pulling the hair, feeling the knot almost bursting. 

“Hee, I’m so fucking close, don’t stop. Oh, please, don’t stop.” You breathed out as your chest heaved with pleasure. Little high pitched whines started escaping your mouth, getting louder and louder as you got closer. “Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum! Shit Hee, I’m cum-” Your didn’t even get to finish your sentence as you reached your climax, arching your back away from the toilet, feeling your walls pulse aggressively around Heeseung’s fingers. He moaned as he tasted your cum against his tongue, his fingers still moving, helping you ride out your orgasm. When you got more calm, Heeseung took his fingers out, pushing them inside your mouth making you lick them clean as his mouth licked your pussy clean, making you choke on his fingers when you tried to gasp from overstimulation. 

Heeseung pulled back, smirking as he looked at your fucked out state. You pulled him by his neck, slamming your lips against his, tasting yourself in his tongue. You both were moaning in the kiss, you needy more and Heeseung needing to relieve the raging boner that was pushing against his pants, almost painfully. You pulled away from the kiss, breathless and gasping for air. You looked down to his crotch seeing his boner, now more prominent and definitely rock hard. Poor baby held back this hold time, you thought. 

“Hee, I want to suck you off.”

“There’s no time for that, classes are almost ending and I just want to feel your pussy right now.” 

“But i wan-” Heeseung cut you off by slamming his lips against yours. You instantly fall into his touch, your hands immediately make their way inside his shirt, feeling his abs against your touch. You started to pull his shirt up, making him pull away from you to take it off of him. Your lips connected again, needy moans leaving both of your lips and your noses bumped against each other. Your hands fumbled around his thighs as you finally found his belt and started unbuckling it, undoing his button to finally push his pants down enough to reveal his boxers, both too needy to take them off completely. Your hands palmed and squeezed his cock, making him groan against your lips and roll his hips against your hand. your hands wrapped around the waistband of his underwear to pull it down, freeing his cock making it slap against his abs, staining them with pre cum. You pulled away from him to look at his cock, mouth watering at the sight before you. You never had seen such a pretty cock, curved just the perfect way, with one vein adorning the underside, going from the base to the tip. You raised your hand to wrap around the base, tightening it around his member and moving it up until it reached the tip, watching as a bead of cum spilled from his tip. You started moving your hand up and down his length, making him hiss as he threw his head back. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so good for me.” He said as he looked at you, making you smile sweetly at him, feeling fuzzy on the inside as you kept your movements steady. “Shit. Baby, come here, if I don't get inside you right now I’ll go crazy.”

Heeseung picked you up once again, you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed you against the wall. Your hands were around his neck as he grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yeah, go on.” 

With your consent, Heeseung slid himself inside you with ease, a slick sound echoing in the stall as he buried himself completely inside you, making you open your mouth as a silent moan left your mouth as he put his face on the crook of your neck. He started moving at a slow pace, making you throw your head against the wall from the delicious feeling his cock gave you. His slow movements never faltered, not failing to make you squirm in his hold, but still you needed more.

“Hee, please faster.” You pleaded, needing more from him.

“You’re one needy slut, aren’t you? Always asking for more, mnh?” 

Despite his words, Heeseung adjusted your position in his arms before he started slamming his hips against yours. Instantly, you hid your face in the crook of his neck to muffle the sounds that escaped your lips. The sound of his balls hitting your ass echoed in the stall and could possibly be heard by anyone standing close to the door outside. Gasps were leaving your lips, combining with Heeseungs low groans against your own neck. The squelching sound coming from your pussy was like music to Heeseung’s ears, making his dick twitch inside you, causing you to let out a loud moan. Your nails scratched down his back enough to make it bleed a little and your brain was numb from all the pleasure you had received today, feeling grateful for Heeseung and his perfect cock. 

Heeseung changes his position slightly, making the tip of his cock hit the spongy spot inside you, making you clench tightly against his throbbing cock.You were bouncing up and down in his length, your tits bouncing right in front of his face, making his lean down to put on of your nipples in his mouth. The feeling of his tip repeatedly hitting that spot along with the friction his pelvis caused against your clit, made you feel the familiar knot form again, making you lean back fully against the wall as Heeseung’s thrusts started getting sloppy, meaning he was also close.

“Heeseung I’m going- fuck”

“I know, baby, me too. Cum with me, baby. Can you do that?” You nodded at his words, feeling yourself clench again. Heeseung’s hand came down to where your bodies met and he started rubbing your clit in fast motions, making you get closer to your high. Your breath started getting quicker with each thrust. Your tits bouncing with every movement you and him made.

“Fuck. Hee, I’m so close, shit!” You said as you felt your clit pulsating. “Shit, come for me baby, fuck.”

You did as he said as you felt yourself cum, gushing your essence all over his cock. Your legs were shaking and your hands were squeezing his biceps as you. His release coming right after yours, feeling his cum paint your walls, the warm liquid starting to form a white ring around his base. Heeseung moaned as you both rode out your highs, hissing from the slight overstimulation.  He slowly pulled out of you, watching as your pussy filled with his cum started slowly leaking.

The post climax reality was hitting you and you felt a pang in your chest, reminding yourself that you should be mad and hurt at him. Heeseung felt the shift in your mood, knowing very well why you were feeling like this. Before he did anything, he helped you clean up, grabbing toilet paper to clean your thighs and cunt, making you hiss from how sensitive you still were, which made him whisper a small apology before he kissed your cheek. After you both were clean you picked the clothes scattered across the floor, leaving the stall you checked yourself in the mirror seeing you red and slightly sweaty, ready to make the walk of shame as you heard the bell ring just in time.

Before you could leave Heeseung grabbed your hand making you look at him.

“Um listen, you probably think I'm a jerk right now, which you have all the right to, but I want you to know that I am genuinely sorry. What I did to you was not right, I was acting out of pure jealousy but it doesn’t mean I should have let it out on you. I love you and I am sorry, angel.” He said as he looked down ashamed at himself. You smiled at him, happy that he was able to recognize his mistake. “I forgive you Heeseung, even if you hurt me a lot. What you did left me really sad and hurt, but we both know I love you too much to not forgive you. Now we should get going, everyone is leaving class.” Heeseung nodded at you grinning like an idiot in love as he bent down to your height, giving you a long peck, making you smile in the kiss. 

Heeseung grabbed your hand and unlocked the door as you both made your way out. When Heeseung opened the door, he was faced with a student who just wanted to use the bathroom ,ready to push past him until he saw you behind the taller man. You looked up and smiled, waving your manicured hand at him.

“Hi Jihoon!”

#enhypen smut #enha smut #lee heeseung fanfic #lee heeseung #lee heeseung smut #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung hard hours #heeseung x reader #heeseung x yn #heeseung x you #enhypen lee heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #heeseung enha #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay smut #enhypen sunghoon smut #enhypen jake smut #sunghoon smut #jongseong smut #jake sim smut #sim jake smut #sunghoon x reader #enhypen jay x reader #sim jake x reader #jake sim x reader

[maxzinn]

What bothers me after all this drama is that those users that made the posts calling out the type of fics they were bothered with, didnt actually include like a list of those fics (probably to avoid an entire purge and hatred), and everyone in the comments of those posts just suddenly at a flip of a switch, all could only think about one. single. story...and that was the 2 part fic from the now deactivated account.

So for a fic which diverges from canon by having Aventurine NOT go through the entire rollercoaster of drama and be given a chance at a normal life, everyone and their mother jumped to bully the writer. Please, gimme a break, he could've still become the same charismatic gambler we all know and love, just he would've had an oh idk- a little support system given by the person that got him out of a much crappy life? Seriously, how many fics AREN'T out there which diverge at one point from canon?! Or, even better, ignore the canon completely and they are their own thing! HOW MANY- A LOT OF THEM ARE!

It's like they were bothered that there can be a "what if Aventurine was saved before he went through the rest of that hell?", as if his canon story is the only thing that matters and shouldn't be changed at all - THE MAN IS IN SHAMBLES. HE WANTED TO UNSUBSCRIBE FROM LIFE. And I cant be the only one who doesnt believe that him, as he grow up, didn't wish for someone to come to his aid, to take him out of there, but the more time passed, the more hope he lost and he just "well, guess I'll do this on my own". He. Has. No. One. To. Talk. To. Without. Him. Hidding. Behind. The. Persona. He. Created. No one.

Anon you have said exactly everything that I wanted to hear ‼️

(They all started this mess so I’m not gonna stop till I get my point straight across their faces)

These people CANNOT tell me that Aventurine didn’t want to be saved. They CANNOT tell me he didn’t hope for a helping hand throughout this whole hell.

The IPC had failed him and his race from the very beginning when they failed to protect Sigonia IV and the Avgins from the Katicans, and yet I still see people saying that creating a fic where he was saved is disregarding his effort in surviving like pls- my girl… he wanted to DIE to be with his family again and he’s literally in the clutches of the very same company that FAILED him and his kind. His life is literally in their hands and NO ONE would ever want to be at the mercy of the very same people who failed you.

He’s tired. He thinks so lowly of himself. He thinks he has no worth. He has no self-esteem.

All of that could’ve been avoided if someone had helped him, way before his neck was branded by the slave mark, or even during the time he was enslaved.

Like you said, there are already tons of fics that diverts from the canon story of the character into something that is almost disregarding it, so why is that an issue now?

We all love him the way he is, but don’t you think it’s also insensitive to say that when he himself hated the process or events that transpired to become what he is now?

I give him credit for his hardwork and efforts for staying alive and getting past the hell, but that cost him EVERYTHING. He survived, but he thinks so lowly of himself. He still think he’s only worth 60 tanbas. He didn’t refute Ratio and Sparkle’s insult. He throws his own body on every gamble because he thinks that’s his only worth… and now a simple harmless fic that aimed to provide him a normal life free from that tragedy was frowned upon by everyone just because the reader “bought him as a slave”.

#aventurine x reader #aventurine #hsr aventurine #shame on those people who bullied that author #this is just unreasonable #y’all talk about morals then bullies the heck out of people

[neochan]

i’m glad ur enjoying 🤭🤭

a week or so after this whole ordeal, you find yourself at another one of these parties, a little more comfortable now that you knew jeno and jaemin (did you really? not exactly but it didn’t matter because they made you forget about that part anyways). you’re looking around for the two boys when you’re suddenly spun around, pressed into the chest of someone else. “so you’re the pretty girl that jaem and jeno were playing around with?” he coos and instinctively, you go to pull away from the stranger but his grip on you is too tight to allow that. “i’ll take you to them, come,” he murmurs and you follow him, believing his every word until you end up where you are now, some random bedroom, door locked and you trying to move past the man blocking your path to the doorway upon realizing that the two boys you knew weren’t there.

“c’mon, baby, don’t be like that. you should be fair and let me have some fun with you too,” he hums, taking a rather long hit of his blunt before gripping your chin and pressing his lips against yours. you practically have no choice but to inhale and he smirks against your lips, his free hand wanting your body, slipping under your top to grope at your tits or under your skirt to toy with your pussy through your panties, already feeling the wet spot start to form. he’s somehow convinced you (or forced you) to take a couple more hits and your resolve melts away with every hit until you’re back to the giggly, dazed high and his friends were right, hyuck does think you look so fucking cute like this.

“good girl, nice and relaxed, pretty pussy all wet for me, hm?” he whispers against your neck as he pins you against the door, one hand back to teasing your clothed cunt while the other works on his belt. “gonna have so much fun with you”.

okay pause you have to write it now. like actually i’m not saying a damn word bc you’re going to have to write this or maybe…..a collab fic (if u hate the idea pls tell me , let me know if i’m being so delusional rn) but dude. hyuck and .. im giggling and kicking my feet lord have mercy i actually squealed “i know where they are i’ll take you too them” OH HES SO MANIPULATIVE ITS FUNNY

#haechan smut #nct dream smut #aspen 🗺️ #mutual ! ! hykwrld

[pretendingtoknowhowtowrite]

Title: You should thank me, at least

Summary: You and Dean end up alone in the bunker but things get weird

TAGS: Dean Winchester x Female!reader, SMUT, 18+, oral and penetrative sex, name calling (baby girl etc.), domDean (lord have mercy), breeding kink (don't do this without the pill)

ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, BE KIND PLS

You just woke up as light seeped through the window. You rubbed your eyes and noticed it was sunny again. You smiled happily as the rays of sunshine warmed up your face. Last week was awful, you were on the road with the boys, working on a job of course, and it kept raining and raining. Dean was so pissed, and he was grumpy all the time because of it. The alarm went on and you realized it was 8 am “fuck” you complained, as you remembered that you had an appointment in 30 minutes, and you had to interview a couple of the locals because of a werewolf attack. It had been a long night, and you wanted to take some time for yourself and rest, plus, the bunker was empty, and you could have had some real alone time. You got up as “You Give Love A Bad Name” kept playing on your alarm, you rolled your eyes and got dressed like an FBI agent: pencil skirt, white shirt, and black stilettos.

You took your car and went to the local places to ask the questions you had to ask. In a couple of hours, you were home again and noticed the impala standing outside. “They’re back” you thought, relieved, and embittered at the same time, you really wanted to be alone for a bit.

You entered the bunker and said loudly “Hi boys!”, but you looked down and only saw Dean sitting down on his chair, laptop in front of him and with some fresh takeaway coffees next to him. You rushed down and grabbed a cup of coffee as you hadn’t drunk it yet and your body was asking for caffeine. “Where’s Sam?” you asked, as you thought that they were together. “Oh, he went to work on a job with Charlie, I mean the other Charlie. You’re welcome by the way” he said with his husky voice while looking at you, with an arched eyebrow and grunting since you didn’t thank him for that coffee. “Sorry Dean, it’s been a rough night, to be honest, it was a rough week.” You looked at him with a sincere remorseful face. “Why? What happened?” He quickly looked at you again, with a worried look on his face. You blushed a bit as you felt his gaze on you, and then said while looking away “Oh, nothing to worry about. I couldn’t sleep well, you know?”. “Oh, I get it Y/N. I have the same issue here, feel free to see if I’m awake next time, we could watch a movie and try to fall asleep, or just get drunk and who knows what will happen next…” He chuckled and then looked at you with a hinted grin on his face. “Oh, stop it, Dean!” You exclaimed as he was looking at you with that face. Every time the two of you were alone, he would do innuendos and pretend to be the most innocent man on earth while both of you knew it was the opposite. Dean Winchester was the sluttiest man alive, and he was living for it. (LET’S BRING S1 DEAN BACKKK)

“What?!” he said, looking at you as if that was a normal response. You were tired, frustrated, and horny since yesterday, you couldn’t put up with his attitude, not today. “What do you think would happen, Dean? We’d try to let out our frustration on each other, maybe? I would let myself go and melt between your arms?” You were looking at him with a smirk and saying that started to make you feel hot inside. He grinned at you and said with a soft voice: “That would be a great start, Y/N”, he came closer to you, took the cup from your hand, and put it on the table “See…” he started “I thought a lot about what would happen in that situation. I thought about it every single night since the day you moved here.”

You felt blood rushing up your cheeks and between your thighs, and you immediately looked away. You quickly started imagining what he was doing on those sleepless nights, moving his hand up and down with his heavy breath. That single and fast thought turned your legs weak and made you bite your lower lip. He grabbed your chin and made you look into his green eyes; he had a smirk on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you were astonished, and puzzled. His hands moved from your chin to your neck, holding it, and he passionately started kissing you. As his tongue melted inside your mouth you moaned and lost it. He kept kissing you while grabbing your waist and caressing your head. “Dean…” you whispered “I’m too excited right now”. He moved closer to you, you could feel his bulge against your waist, your bodies now pressed against each other. “Let’s take care of that, baby” he said in a hushed tone and proceeded to lift your pencil skirt. He got down on his knees to see your panties “Oh baby girl, you’re so wet already” he said as he started rubbing your slit through the cotton. Feeling his thick fingers pressing against your clit sent a shiver up your spine, you wanted this. He looked up at you and proceeded to lift your left leg on his shoulder, worried that you might fall while…enjoying it. He started kissing your inner thighs, and leaving small bites until he reached for your wet spot again. “Stop teasing so much… I can’t go on like this for a long time” you whimpered while looking down at him, his gaze was too much to handle at that moment. He giggled and slid off your wet underwear, seeing your soaked cunt he moaned with pleasure “All this for so little?” he asked as he quickly looked up at you only to see yourself covering your face. “Come on Dean, stop being a jer-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence as you felt his hot tongue tasting your pussy, he started doing small eights with his finger around your clit and pinching it now and then. You let out a moan of pleasure and started pushing his head against your body, not caring about anything anymore. As he felt your body tense up, he started going deep inside you with his tongue, not letting go of your clit in the meantime. You ended up trembling and moaning his name after seconds. He stood up and kissed you while his fingers were going down on you, rubbing against your slit. “You taste so good baby, but don’t try to tell me what to do ever again, okay?” he whispered in your ears and proceeded to gently bite it. “Or I will stop” he added, you looked at him with a sorrowful look “please don’t, please” you begged. He grinned as hearing you beg for him made him even more aroused, you looked down to see his bulge, those jeans were tight at that point.

He couldn’t help himself; he picked you up with his arms and put you on the table. He started unbuttoning your shirt in a rush and took off your bra, he looked like a starving man, and you were his belonged supper. His rush made you even hornier, you just wanted to feel him inside of you at that point. You were practically naked, but you went on your knees and started unbuttoning his tight jeans. “fuck” he moaned “your face is too close to my crotch, Y/N”. You giggled and looked at him “I didn’t even start yet”, you pointed out with a smirk. He was covering his face with his hand while peeking at you, frustrated and just wanting you to suck his cock. As his jeans slid off he remained in his boxers, exposing his big bulge through the fabric. You started stroking his cock through the cotton while keeping your face against his body and looking up at him. “Just pull those boxers down, Y/N”, he said growling, and took off his black t-shirt. You indulged for a few seconds on his chest and then started teasing him a little bit, playing with his tip through the fabric and feeling his precum drenching the boxers. “Baby, I told you I’m in charge here” he said with a hushed tone as he took his boxers off and smacked his dick against your face. He grabbed your face and pulled it towards his cock. You absolutely loved how he was bossing you around at that moment. You wrapped your tongue around his tip and took your time savoring his precum while looking up at him, he adored how you were so greedy for him. You started going up and down on his cock slowly but he wanted more, he took your face and slammed it against his dick, making you gag on his big member. “That’s better, baby girl, you’re doing so good for me” he said, lowering himself down and whispering in your ear. That single sentence made your body shiver, you didn’t realize you were into that until now. He looks at you with a grin on his face “if this is too much you just have to say it” he said with a gentle tone. He was actually worried for you, he wanted to be sure you wanted this. “Oh Dean, this isn’t too much. Trust me. ” you replied, almost whimpering. As you said that he started mouth fucking you, and tears of pleasure started running down your face, you could feel his cock growing bigger with each stroke. Your mouth started to make sloppy sounds and he moaned while pulling your hair. “Oh Y/N, you’re too good at this, you’re such a good girl” he said that while moaning with his husky voice. You were so wet, you felt your juices running down your thighs, that burning sensation was devouring you with each thrust. “Are you enjoying this baby?” he said while moving his hips, you looked up at him and nodded while his dick was still going inside and outside your mouth. He suddenly stopped as he saw your face again. “Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum if we continue like this,” his cock twitched inside your mouth, you could feel his built-up and how close he was to fill your mouth with his hot semen. He suddenly pulled out and raised you.

“You’re so beautiful, we have to do this more often” as soon as he finished this sentence, he turned you on your stomach and laid you on the table. Your ass and your pussy were exposed for him to see, your body was twitching already, and you could feel his gaze on you. He spread your legs even more and licked your pussy again, tasting your juices and going up towards your asscheeks. You moaned his name as you felt his hot tongue again, your body was asking for more, and that burning sensation was too much. “Dean, please” you whimpered while looking at him from that position. “Oh baby, say it properly and I’ll do whatever you want”, you could feel his smirk against your cunt, his heavy breath was making you so aroused and you finally exclaimed “Please Dean, fuck m-“as Dean heard those words he stood up and pushed his cock inside you. It was so hot and huge; he slowly went inside, and you could feel your pussy squeeze around his dick. At first, he started with deep slow thrusts, but he quickly sped up his pace, hitting your g-spot with each push. You were moaning so loudly that it was probably echoing through the bunker, but the two of you couldn’t care less at that moment. Juices were dripping down your thighs, “You’re so fucking wet Y/N, I feel like bursting with every movement”, Dean growled and lifted you from the table while fucking you; grabbed your thighs and pulled your legs against your chest, he was holding your whole weight as he kept fucking you. Your bodies were pressed against each other, you could feel that he was drenched in sweat. That position was hitting your g-spot again and you started moaning his name like that was the only word you knew. His fingers were buried in your thighs and if someone had to walk in at that moment, he would have seen your drenched pussy being fucked by Dean’s big cock. The two of you couldn't care less. “I can’t do this anymore, I’m just too close right now. ” Dean whimpered while putting you on the table again, this time facing him. He pulled his dick out for a short moment; you could see his cock soaked in your juices, twitching. He looked at you, bit his lip, and then pulled your legs up, and kept them in that position with his big hands. He looked at your trembling cunt one more time and then proceeded to fuck you more. You were looking at each other’s face now, he started kissing you deeply and you closed your eyes, letting yourself go to those sensations, all while he was thrusting inside and outside of your wet pussy. He let go of your left thigh, which you rested on his shoulde, and he started rubbing your clit again. You opened your eyes and you saw his flustered face, so close to cumming inside of you. You started to tremble with pleasure, shivers went down your spine and you screamed his name, you couldn’t stop and you embraced him, sinking your nails in his back. “Please Dean, fill me up” you looked at him and kissed him while he was still thrusting inside of you, as soon as you said thise words you felt his hot cum stuffing your insides. “Fuck, Y/N. This was so fucking good” he said, with watery eyes and he pulled out. He watched as his hot cum started to drip from your cunt. You let yourself fall backward, but you could still feel his gaze. He was looking at you, at your body, your breast, your face “You’re so beautiful. I wanted to do this for so long, you know?” he said. You sat yourself up and looked at him “me too Dean”. He smiled and kissed your forehead, “I’ll go turn on the water, let’s go take a shower, mh?” he proposed with his husky voice. You smiled and got off the table, but your knees were too weak after that. He giggled and picked you up, to carry you into the bathroom. “So… what’s gonna happen now?” you asked while looking at him.

“Now you move to my room, and we do this whenever we have sleepless nights because I love you Y/N” Dean said while looking at you “I always did honestly but I was scared to admit it. Scared that things between us might change, scared that you didn’t feel the same". “I love you too” you mumbled as you couldn’t believe what he just said. Until then you supposed that what happened was a beautiful dream, that it was just one of the many adventures of Dean Winchester,and that it won't happen again, but that wasn’t the case. You nuzzled into his chest and soon reached the bathroom.

The two of you washed each other and Dean was his usual self again, making innuendos and smirking at you; this time though, you knew you could make him stop going down on him or whispering something in his ear.

#dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester smut #smut #fanfiction #spn #spn smut #dean winchester x female!reader smut

[rosewaterandivy]

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Something like that? PLS

Love you <3

Wow, thanks so much for the request! I tweaked it a bit to fill one of the prompts from here, hope that's okay. Love you 💜

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

When you told him what you and Eddie would be up to Saturday night, Steve groaned so loud you could swear the couch vibrated.

You can’t be serious. And leaving me at the mercy of the gremlins?

“Yes,” you grin, “I’m sure the Harrington babysitting service can handle it.” And then you’re off to get ready for the party. “Knowing you, you’ll probably have some hot date booked for after you’ve dropped the gremlins off.”

It’s not that Steve worries, really he doesn’t, because you’ll be with Eddie and Robin will show up at some point, so at least you’ll be safe. But Saturdays were for movies with the party, taking full advantage of Steve and Robin’s (five-fingered) employee discount at Family Video and hanging out.

Recently, it’s been the only time when he can see you—busy with work and classes and helping Eddie with his GED. All your free time was accounted for, used up, leaving nothing left for him.

He tried (and failed) to be accommodating about it.

This resulted in frequent calls to your house, which your mother or father usually answered with thinly veiled annoyance (Sorry Steve, she just left. No, I don’t know when she’ll be back), interrupted study sessions at Forest Hills (Eddie’s exasperated, ‘Dude, what the fuck. You’re infringing on my right to an education here.’), and drop-ins while you were working at the diner.

In short, it was becoming a problem.

So when you mentioned, last minute mind you, that Eddie needed a hand dealing for a party this weekend and you’d agreed to help out, Steve took it about as well as could be expected.

Which is to say, not at all.

It’s bad enough that he’s making them watch Rocky IV, according to Dustin. But Steve pays him no mind and pops the tape into the VCR. The kids grumble and complain, but otherwise occupy themselves by half-watching the saga of Rocky and Drago.

His leg won’t stop bouncing as he reclines against the couch. It continues for the whole movie. When the film concludes with Apollo’s tragic demise, Max starts sorting through the rest of the tapes.

“What else is in here?” Throws out a few titles as she sees them, The Color Purple, 101 Dalmations, Out of Africa—

“Nope!”

Steve nearly hip checks Lucas in his haste to wrestle the tape from Max. They grapple for a bit, nearly coming to blows but Steve’s not about to hit a child and a girl at that. This sense of chivalry does not stop Max from smacking him upside the head, but he’s victorious in the end.

“And why can’t we watch that particular one?” Dustin ventures with a curious glance to Lucas before Steve settles back on the couch between them.

“I’ll, uh,” he stashes the tape behind the sofa, wedges its case against the wall. “Tell you when you’re older.”

Dustin and Lucas continue to eye each other warily.

Then El pipes up, “Friends don’t lie.” And before Steve can stop her from what will inevitably be an embarrassing calamity—

“It’s a … sad movie,” she continues, “The last time he watched it, he cried.”

Oh. Shit.

He wants nothing more than to bash his head against the wall, but can’t risk another concussion according to the doctors and literally everyone else. Maybe the earth could swallow him whole instead? Anything to end this humiliation.

“Didn’t you watch that with—” Mike begins, because he is an asshole.

“Oh yeah,” Dustin confirms, “They watched it like, a few weeks ago. I mean, her crying I get,” he turns to Steve, an incredulous look on his face, “But you—”

“Robert Redford is a good actor, okay?” He rushes to defend himself, “Very convincing.”

“Okaaayy,” Max drawls.

An uncomfortable silence ensues. The kids settle on watching Clue while Steve takes an opportunity to refill drinks and snacks. Tries to ignore the furtive whispers from the living room. Tries to focus on the popcorn in the microwave and not imagining what you may be up to at the house party with Eddie.

“Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Will says when Steve returns from the kitchen. 

The group falls silent, awaiting his response. Keep your cool, Harrington. He sets the bowl of popcorn on the table, doing his best to ignore Will’s probing question. Is almost successful until—

“Steve, you’re literally in love with her.”

He scoffs at Lucas’ blatant betrayal. Helped the kid practice everyday after school leading up to tryouts and this is how he’s repaid? 

“No,” he says with a tone to convey the end of this conversation. “We’re friends, just friends and that’s it.”

A beat of silence as everyone pretends to watch as Tim Curry greets the six strangers upon their arrival to the mansion.

Dustin coughs. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her, Steve.”

“Oh my god.” Max looks like she wants to brain herself on the edge of the coffee table at the stupidity of it all. 

“Fuck off.” Steve huffs in annoyance, “Like I’m gonna take advice from a bunch of high schoolers.”

“Dude.”

“We’ve saved the world.”

“Like, multiple times.”

“And,” El annoyingly points out, “It’s good advice.”

Thankfully, Steve is saved by the bell. The phone trills its ring from somewhere beneath the couch cushions. Unable to find the cordless, he’s forced to answer it in the kitchen.

“Harrington residence.”

There’s music thumping and cross chatter down the line as he tries to make out who’s calling.

“Steve?”

“Rob, that you?”

A laugh, “Yeah, s’me. How you doin’ babe?”

Her voice has taken on that light, dreamy cadence it gets when she’s tipsy or high and, knowing her, it’s probably both.

“Uh, fine.” He turns to check on the kids in the living room, “Watching Clue. Did you need something?”

“Oh my god,” she rasps, “I love that movie!” A hiccup followed by a chuckle. “Nah, I’m good babe. I’m calling for someone else.”

He doesn’t know what to make of that.

“Rob, you know you called my house, right? The kids are here, if you wanna talk to them but—”

“Nonono Stevie,” she says in a rush, “M’callin’ about your girl.”

“My… girl.”

“Yep.”

The sounds of the phone being handed off to someone else. A few breaths and then, “Hi Steve.”

And oh.

Your voice is low and breathy through the phone, he can hear you giggling about something to Robin as you pull the speaker away from your mouth ‘I’m on the phone Buckley.’

He melts, just a bit. Because he knows that tone very well— when you fall asleep leaning against his shoulder during movie nights or take a brief nap sitting shotgun in his car, all raspy and sweet. 

“Hey honey,” he coos, voice incredibly fond. Steve turns, closing himself off from the din in the living room. “Y’doin’ okay?”

“Mmhm, tired though.”

“Is that right?’

A yawn. “Yeah,” he can hear the pout in your voice, “Rob doesn’t wanna leave yet and Eddie went upstairs with someone like, forever ago.”

Steve’s already grabbing his keys from the counter. “Stay with Robin, okay? I’m coming get you.”

“Thanks Stevie,” you sigh prettily, “You’re the best.”

_

Dustin (unhelpfully) advised him to get flowers before he left, so Steve put Max in charge, out of spite. Which unfortunately broke the levy for a barrage of romantic advice from literal children: hold the door, make eye contact, give her your jacket and be on the left side of the sidewalk.

It’d be endearing if it wasn’t so tragic.

He rolls up to the house to find not only Robin, but Eddie too, at your side seated on the sidewalk. He crosses the hood of the car as you stand with a soft smile, “Sorry Steve,” you say, less sloshed since the phone call, but still tired. “Didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“C’mon honey,” he scoffs, “There’s no way you could ruin my night.” He ushers you to the passenger seat, arm around your waist. He can smell the beer from the keg and stale cigarettes on you, laced with the comforting scent your perfume. 

He shuts the door after reminding you to put on your seatbelt and turns back to Eddie and Robin. They look like they’re up to no good— Eddie’s smirking and got that glint in his eye that says he’ll be a problem, all the while Rob has a dopey grin on her face.

“She’s had water and we took the drinks from her a while ago,” Eddie says, waving back at you from the sidewalk. “Try to have her eat something.”

Steve rolls his eyes. Like he needs advice from a dungeon master on how to deal with a drunk.

Robin blinks owlishly, “Ooh, Hardee’s, get her that.”

Steve laughs as Eddie shepherds Robin away. Says something about not fucking it up and using protection. He can’t bring himself to care as he slides back into the car. The radio kicked on as he starts the car, David Byrne rhapsodizing about a girl as she was. 

He watched as you bop to the song in your seat, bringing an affectionate smile to his face— eyes closed, hair whipping back in the cool night breeze as you sing along. The axels squeak when Steve pulls into the drive-thru lane.

Try as he might to keep his gaze on you, to watch you a little longer, the intercom sputters to life—a young boy’s voice greeting mechanically but trying nonetheless to adhere to Hardee’s hospitality best he can.

The burger you’d gotten—medium, double meat, bacon, all toppings between—has completely fallen apart in a splat back onto the wax paper in your lap.

“Here, honey.”

He fumbles for napkins. But you wave his worries away, licking your fingers before diving in to deconstruct your food.

“Sorry—I promise I have my shit together.” Another giggle, “Not doing well here. Makin’ a mess your car and everything.”

“I, uh, I think you’re doin’ great.”

The words slip out before he can catch them and around a mouthful of fries, you thank him, and then you take a breath, and he can literally see you winding up for another enormous bite.

“Sorry,” you pause sheepishly, “M’ starving—skipped lunch on accident.” You take the enormous bite he saw coming, and then, “Also doesn’t help—mm—nervous.”

Steve chews on a fry and slurps his soda, driving with ease. “Nervous ‘bout what?”

You swallow and steal his drink, “Weren’t you on a date?”

He blinks.

You blink.

He blinks again.

“No, I was watching movies with the kids.”

His face is so hot that he thinks someone must have thrown a fire into him. Should he have just gone along with it instead? It’s old news by now that King Steve had turned in his crown for a walkie-talkie and chauffeuring a bunch of teens around.

A beat passes and he tries again, now at the end of the meal and the stain on your shirt starting to sink in and spread, heavy enough to dip toward the skin beneath. “Do you want to take your shirt off?”

You choke on soda and add another splatter down your chest, “What?”

“You can wear my jacket,” he clarifies. “Give it back later. I mean, if you…” He frowns. “Uh. Um.”

The beemer comes to a stop in front of he Harrington house. Lights still on in the living room signalling that the party is still there. 

You changed out of your shirt, ducking down in the front seat bashfully (“Look away, damn it.”), your old t-shirt in a crumple inside his pocket. His jacket hung a bit loose, but zipped up all the way and it was a good enough cover for a while.

There’s a smear of grease on your cheek from the burger and Steve knows it’s just a personality trait at this point. He laughs when you stick your tongue out, trying to find exactly where it is before giving up and asking him to wipe it off.

He shoves his hands in his pocket afterwards, thumb jammed inside his fist like a souvenir, keeping it there the rest of the walk up the drive, all the way up to the front door of his house before he wonders if he should have been trying to hold your hand.

Maybe not.

“I missed this,” he says, brushing his shoulder against yours.

You hum, knocking your hip against his. “Thanks for dinner,” you say, looking up at him.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And picking me up.” A beat passes. “And the jacket, too. It’s really nice… comfortable and, uh, smells… good. Like, cinnamon and… nice body wash and… trees.” You make a queasy face and close your eyes for a second, pinching the bridge of your nose uncomfortably as Steve looks on.

Oh, he realizes. You must be woozy.

Oh, he realizes. You’re gonna hurl.

“Steve,” Your voice is small and tight, and you look like you’re struggling to take steadying breaths. “I gotta sit down.”

“Right,” he replies. You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck before he turns and unlocks the door.

The kids are passed out on the sofa and reclining chairs in the living room. He locks the door and sneaks you upstairs, hands politely on your waist to steady you on your feet. Guides you to the left toward the guest bath and flips on the lights. 

“You alright?”

The fluorescents cast you in a hazy yellow glow, squinting at the bright light. You paw at the countertop for something, water? You turn to open a drawer and find a spare toothbrush— the blue one, yours, a freebie from a check-up and gloop some toothpaste on the bristles. With a nod in response, you begin to brush your teeth, faucet running as you fill a cup of water. 

Steve leaves you with a clean washcloth and towel, should you need them, and goes to check that his room isn’t a complete disaster. Bed sheets are clean-ish and he doesn’t have time to run them through the wash, though there’s always one of the guest rooms…

“Hey.”

He startles slightly, not hearing you walk in. You’ve toed off your shoes by the door and are looking sheepish, lip pulled between your teeth. “Can I borrow some clothes?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

Steve pulls open some drawers, rifling through for something for you to sleep in. Throws your top into his hamper while he’s at it. He turns back to you with a ‘Hawkins Athletics’ shirt that’s seen better days and a pair of flannel pajamas. Shoves them toward you awkwardly and then promptly turns around to let you have some privacy while you change.

“Thanks.”

He makes a strangled noise of confirmation and clears his throat. “No problem.”

Hearing the rustling of sheets, he turns back around and catches sight of your bare leg as you hunker down in his bed. Heat rushes to his cheeks when he spies the pajama pants neatly folded and placed on his nightstand. You turn on your side, burrowing and fluffing the pillows to your liking.

Steve makes quick work of brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. Shoes by the door next to yours, jeans shucked into a pile by his desk, keeps his shirt on for the sake of decency, and slips in next to you. 

“I appreciate you coming to get me, y’didn’t have to do that.”

His arm drapes against your shoulder while you snuggle into him, casual affection being the norm between you two. He swallows thickly, tries to regulate his breathing when your hand rests against his chest.

“What’re friends for?”

“Hmm,” you consider for a moment. “Friends may not be the most accurate term.”

Steve bristles at that. 

“What do you mean?” He turns toward you, heart racing— did you not want to be friends anymore? Did he do something wrong?

Your face is impassive, blank. Steve couldn’t even begin to guess at what you’re thinking, is afraid to even try.

Then, you smile.

Fuck. That smile.

“S-so, not friends then?”

Steve is not a religious man, but he prays that your smile means what he thinks it does. Slowly reaching toward you, he brushes a lock of hair from your face, fingers grazing your cheek. 

Mischievously, you lean in, touch him soft on the lips and every beat of his pulse seems to be seeking out the sweet plush of your mouth. “If we were just friends, I shouldn’t wanna kiss you so bad, but we both seem to be … not good… at following decorum, so…” Your eyes light up teasingly, “What d’ya say?”

Steve makes a noise like a whimper. Wow. Babysitter extraordinaire with a bat of nails under his bed and it’s your smile that does him in.

You kiss him again, longer than the last, giggling softly and tugging on his bottom lip like you could pull his entire body toward you with just that. “I’m sure we could find a few more rules to break.”

#steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #reader insert #ways to say #steve harrington fluff

[despicablebisexual]

$5 | Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

Joseph really should have learned to listen to Suzie Q when she told him to knock...

warnings: afab reader, EXPLICIT SMUT mdni, betting, cursing, Joseph Joestar is a perv

set during battle tendency (part 2), all characters are 18+ years old

a/n: I've been on a Caesar fics binge lately, pls give my lover some attention

A wasted day.

That's all Joseph could think. He was wasting his one free day away.

Lisa Lisa decided to have mercy on the occupants of Air Supplena island and let everyone take the day off. She had business to attend to in Venice all day and wouldn't arrive back home until dinner time. When she left, Joseph begged Loggins and Messina to loosen the reins and leave the young adults alone. After some (shameful) begging on Joseph's part, the instructors gave in and left them alone. The only condition was to leave them to their all-day poker tournament in the library of the mansion. They told them if any funny business happened, they would not defend the young adults against Lisa Lisa.

"Alright! Now then lads, let's say we kick the day off by getting into the wine c-"

Joseph stopped mid-sentence when he noticed his two fellow Hamon users nowhere to be found.

"-cellar..."

That was about four hours ago. It's 1pm on the hottest day of the year in Venice, and Joseph had nothing to do. He had been trying to entertain himself with cards but could hardly focus since he was so bored.

"I know... I'll find Suzie Q! Then we can track down y/n and Caesar."

Joseph smirked to himself as he set off in search of the girl who had captured his heart. Besides her shyness, she was quite the jokester herself. He searched all throughout the mansion before finally spotting her in the laundry room.

"Suize Q!"

"Ah, Jojo! You scared me! Don't sneak up on me like that."

She playfully smacks his chest before turning back to folding the laundry in front of her. Joseph stands behind her and watches her.

"Jojo, if you came to watch me fold laundry, then the least you could do is offer to help me instead of staring."

Joseph snorts before he brushes the hair out of his face.

"I wasn't staring... I came to ask if you had seen y/n and Caesar! The two rats fled on me before I could even suggest what we do today."

"I believe I saw them in their swimsuits, heading for the pool earlier."

Suzie Q continues folding the laundry while Joseph stands behind her with a confused look.

"Swimming? Why would they go swimming without me?"

Suzie Q giggles at Joseph, not even bothering to turn around. When she turns around to place some folded towels on the shelf next to her, she sees Joseph's look of confusion.

"Oh my, Jojo! Do you really not know?"

"Know what," he says as he furrows his eyebrows.

"Why Caesar and y/n would go swimming without you, silly." Suzie Q laughs again but Joseph is steadily getting more impatient.

"What's the big idea?! Do they not like me or something?" He's starting to fume at this point.

Suzie Q sets down the laundry and laughs hard. "Jojo, you are so funny! It's not that they don't like you, it's that they like each other."

Joseph's jaw drops and Suzie Q laughs as hard as she possibly could at his reaction.

"What?!?!"

"How could you not notice that your two best friends are dating each other? Everyone in the house knows!"

"Everyone?!! Knows?!! Caesar and y/n... are dating?!!"

Joseph clutches the side of his face. Suzie Q's laughter has died down at this point and is instead replaced with shock.

"How did you find out?! Who told you?"

"Y/n and I spend a lot of time together when the three of you aren't training. Women talk, it's just what we do."

Joseph is baffled at this point.

"I don't believe you. I would bet $5 on it that you're wrong," he states plainly.

Suzie Q shakes her head as she chuckles.

"Follow me, Jojo."

Joseph Joestar might not be the smartest person in any given room, but there was no possible way that he could miss something like his two best friends dating. As him and Suzie Q trekked through the mansion, he began to think aloud.

"Caesar and y/n, really?? But she's so mature and strong and sensible, and he's not."

Suzie guides them through the kitchen and onto the back patio. She stops and turns to him. "Sometimes, love is found in the last person you expected." She smiles so hard at him, her eyes crinkle. Joseph blushes as they continue walking. Heading through the small flower garden, they reach the pool. Caesar and y/n are nowhere in sight.

"Hmm... I know I saw them in their swimsuits, y/n was wearing that beautiful green one that looks amazing on her!"

Suzie Q and Joseph looked around for a moment. That's when Joseph noticed two sets of wet footprints by the back door that had not dried yet due to being in the shade.

Joseph grabbed Suzie Q's arm. "There, Suzie! Let's follow the path they took."

Without even waiting for an answer, Joseph took off with Suzie in tow. He followed the water trail through the kitchen, into the hallway, up the stairs, through the corridors before finally landing in front of Caesar's room. He put his hand on the doorknob. He went to turn, but Suzie Q grabbed a hold of his wrist and stopped him.

"Jojo! We can't just barge in! They're a couple, what if they are..." Her cheeks flushed as she abandoned the thought.

"Nonsense, I walk into Caesarino's room all the time and he has yet to been in there with y/n. I'm telling you Suzie; they aren't a couple." And with that firm statement, he turned the doorknob and entered the room.

Upon entry, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Caesar's bed was made, the curtains were drawn open to let sunshine in, and all his items were in place. The only thing out of the ordinary was a towel that sat on the bed. When Joseph's picked it up, he could smell the chlorine on it still.

"See Suzie Q! Only one towel; Caesar's towel. If they were together, her towel would be in here with his."

Suzie Q shook her head. "I guess you are right, Jojo. Perhaps we're all mistaken, and they aren't together."

Unsatisfied with her defeat, Joseph grabs her hand. "I'll prove to you that I'm right, perhaps y/n is still in her room. I'm getting to the bottom of why they left without me now."

The duo exits the room and Joseph marches them down the hall to y/n's room. She had been placed on the other side of the large hall to afford her privacy from the two boys.

Again, Joseph doesn't knock and bursts into the room. "Oh y/n," he says in a sing-songy voice.

When they enter, they can hear the shower in y/n's ensuite bathroom running. The door is cracked open just enough to let the steam escape.

"Jojo, she's in the shower! Give her some privacy. Such a pervert!"

Joseph sighs and turns on his heel to exit the room with Suzie Q. The two are just at the door when they hear her.

A long, high-pitched moan comes from the bathroom. The duo turns to each other suddenly.

Another one. "Mm, more please, Caesar."

"Anything for you, cara mia."

This time it's Suzie Q's jaw that drops. Joseph slowly turns to face the shower. He takes a few steps forward. Silently, he gets Suzie Q's attention and points to the green swimsuit on the floor right by the door, accompanied by blue swim trunks. The moans coming from the bathroom are getting louder, and the sound of skin hitting skin becomes apparent. Joseph takes a hand and eases open the door by a few centimeters. Suzie Q is silently shaking her head and trying to stop him, but he can't help but take a look in.

The scene inside is pornographic. Caesar stands inside y/n's shower (that has clear doors) with her in his arms, pressed against the wall. The couple are facing one another, too absorbed into the moment to realize that the door had crept opened several inches. He's rutting in and out of her at lightning quick speed. Y/n's arms and legs are wrapped around him, and she bounces along with his thrusts, moaning obscenely. Caesar is whispering sweet nothings to her while she babbles on about how good his cock feels inside of her, and how she's coming close to the edge.

"Caesar, I'm so close. Please don't stop."

Caesar groans at her words, trying to adjust her up higher. He handles her a little too roughly, and almost slips. The couple both yelp and Joseph takes this moment to flee from the scene.

He grabs Suzie Q and they run out of y/n's room, flying through the mansion until they are back in the kitchen, as far as possible from the couple.

Panting and out of breath, Jojo sits at the table and holds his head in his hands. He processes the moment he just saw between his two best friends, before looking up when Suzie Q taps his shoulder.

She's out of breath also but has a smile on her face and her palm before him, waiting. He cocks his eyebrow at her in confusion.

"$5, please."

Several days later. Joseph and Caesar walk into the kitchen to see Suzie Q conversing with a heated y/n.

"What's going on," Joseph asks nonchalantly.

"Joseph Joestar, you are a dead man!"

Y/n chases after Joseph, who has no idea what he has done to incur her wrath, throughout the mansion. Caesar and Suzie Q just watch the two.

"He finally caught us, didn't he?"

Suzie Q giggles, "yes, I'm sorry, I tried to stop him."

"Dio santo... She's going to kill him."

#caesar zeppeli x reader #caesar zeppeli x you #caesar zeppeli smut #joseph joestar x suzie q #joseph joestar is a perv #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos part 2 #battle tendency #caesar deserved better #love him sm

[blackraged]

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 Thoughts Pt1.

[❌❌contains SPOILERS❌❌]

I've been waiting for this for such a long time and we finally got it. Now with MK1 being practically a full reboot, A LOT of changes are to follow. So here are my current thoughts in order how the story went:

Chapter 1

Kung Lao and Raiden being practically brothers is my fave thing in the world.

Half of the MK1 boys are full on babygirl and honestly? I love that for them. Except for Shang Tsung because that feels very much illegal.

That last scene with Madam Bo felt like a fcking fever dream.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN KUAI LIANG IS SCORPION? WHAT THE FCK DO YOU MEAN?? WHERE IS HANZO?? That feels very wrong. Only Hanzo is allowed to say "gET OVER HERE" that is HIS iconic line. I'm not sure if I like this change.

I KNEW the boys were pulling their punches. I KNEW IT. The entire fight felt so awkward and staged. For a short moment I legit thought NRS pushed down on their fighting animation.

Chapter 2

Sooo...Johnny is a failed Actor now? What happened to the glamour? That's not very Cage behavior.

Okay but I love love LOVED Liu Kang literally showing up in front at Johnny's Door all serious, and Johnny being Johnny.

What made NRS choose to paint Kenshi as a former Yakuza?? I mean the idea isn't too bad, because it would make sense for him to be searching for Sento to free his family. But I still prefer his revenge timeline more. Hell, even him being a cocky arse warrior trying to fight anyone and everyone made more sense.

Chapter 3

Idk why but I half expected Kano to show up in this chapter. The trailers made it look like he was at the Wu Shi academy

Liu Kang practically pathed the way for human Raiden to be champion and it shows. I'd like to think it's out of respect for former God Raiden from before, who practically raised Liu Kang and was a father figure to him.

General Shao is so fine, I can't. He was hot before, but now he's so....so..... y'know?

Liu Kang really wanted to give Kitana the loving Fam she deserved qwq

Everyone is so mean to Li Mei :(( I feel so bad for her

Reiko tho😳😳😳

Raiden has a cruuush~ Raiden has a cruuush~ unexpected but cute. I wonder what Liu Kang thinks about this.

Chapter 4

Johnny and Sonya are forever iconic...but Johnny and Kenshi? I didn't know I needed it until I had it. Their bickering is GOLD. They're so married.

Wealthy merchant Baraka???

Props to Quan Chis new look. He looks like a clown escaped asylum. Very uncanny.

Are they...are they trying to redeem Shang Tsung? No,that would be way too obvious. Plus that intro scene with Krusty Kronika makes it super sus.

Called it.

Chapter 5

KENSHIS BLINDFOLD WAS PART OF JOHNNYS ARMOR. Y'all NRS knew what they were doing. I am eating this up

I adore Reptiles human form. Very baby girl, very cute.

So if Tarkat is transmitted via physical contact, wouldn't that mean that the guys would have it too when they fought the prisoners in this chapter? You even see Johnny react in Chapter 4 to that fact when Baraka told them. Could it be that it's not infectious since they're clones/experiments?

So help me out here... Baraka is strong enough to rip the cages open that seem to be made of the same metal as their cell door, but failed to open that? Plot, I know, but c'mon.

REPTILE IS EVEN MORE BABY OMGGGGG. Pls let me hold him,, poor baby boy,, his sadness is literally tugging at my heart strings.

I love how honorable Baraka is. This is great character improvement. For a beast (visually) to be showing mercy. It's like he accepts who he is now but still holds onto that human (edenian) side of him.

Stopping here for tonight, but will continue tomorrow. So far it's going great but I have a hard time remembering which of some stories in this timeline are kept the same as from the previous timeline.

I'm still pleasantly overwhelmed by the amount if babygirls.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk 1 #mk #shang tsung #johnny cage #kenshi #liu kang #kitana #mileena #sindel #kung lao #raiden #reptile #syzoth #sub zero #scorpion #bi han #kuai liang #smoke #shao kahn #baraka #funny thoughts #my thoughts #nrs #kenshi takahashi

[nickfowlerrr]

keeping secrets -

chapter one

series masterlist / chapter two

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: 18+ only. self deprecating thoughts from both bucky and reader. i don’t think anything else needs a warning, but if you find i’m missing something that should be included here, please don’t hesitate to let me know.

words: 5.8k

notes: idk. pls let me know what you guys think about this chapter - whether you’re liking it so far or not. as always, feedback and comments are more than welcome. thank you for reading.

Steve Rogers was as much a gentleman as everyone always said. You were surprised that he was taking so much time to make sure you got acquainted and comfortable with your new surroundings, but you thought maybe he was probably just sympathetic to moving into unfamiliar territory in such a short amount of time. Though you definitely had a lot more warning than he did, the change of living quarters was still a lot to take in. You had only been at the compound for a few hours now, but it really was a little overwhelming. You were glad to have him showing you around and attempting to explain the in and outs of the place while going over what everyday routines you could expect.

He had taken you around the outside of the compound to show you the track and field area, along with the trails that led out further into the privately owned land, and to the middle grounds of the compound which was basically just a giant park, before finally leading you back into the living quarters that only the avengers had access to.

“Tryna keep the new girl all to yourself?” the voice of Natasha Romanoff sang from the kitchen as you and Steve walked into the common room once again. Your eyes shot up to where she was standing at the counter preparing herself breakfast. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out while you vaguely heard Steve saying something back to her. What he said, you had no clue. All you were aware of was how crazy you probably looked, but who could blame you? The woman was intimidating enough without her green eyes gleaming at you while she smirked over at the two of you. Taking mercy on you, she walked over to introduce herself.

“I’m Nat. It’s really nice to meet you,” she said as she extended her hand out to you. You looked down with wide eyes before taking her hand in yours and shaking a little too enthusiastically.

“So good to meet you,” you said while nodding like an idiot before the sound of your name caught you off guard again.

“No freakin’ way,” Kate called as you let go of Natasha’s hand to turn and look at her. Before you could prepare yourself, she had you in a tight hug, squeezing as she laughed. “I cannot believe you’re actually here! Oh my god! Wait,” she said as she pulled back from you suddenly, “does Yelena know you’re here?”

“Oh, I- uh, I haven’t seen her,” you started before Kate was calling into the air.

“FRIDAY, tell Yelena to get to the kitchen ASAP!”

“I’ll let her know you wish to see her, Ms. Bishop,” the AI sang back as you stared perplexed, eyes darting across the ceiling.

“You get used to it,” Steve said quietly in your ear before he straightened to his full height. “I’ll leave you to say your hellos, and I’ll see all of you at training in an hour,” he said before he smiled at you and nodded, sauntering away to do whatever it is Steve Rogers does in his free time.

“So, you three know each other?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, they’re uh, they’re kinda the reason I’m here at all,” you responded.

“She’s the one who helped us run ops when we were stranded in Berlin,” Kate explained.

“No shit,” Natasha said, surprise clear in her voice, causing you to swallow hard. She didn’t say anything, it was just that same sense of shock you always received from people. Why did you always feel like such an imposter? Maybe because everyone always thought you were, too. They hear stories about your work, but when they see you in person it’s like it’s impossible to imagine anyone bigger than a size 10 could ever have your skillset.

You never thought you belonged here, on this team with these heroes. You certainly didn’t feel like one. But Kate and Yelena somehow convinced you that the avengers could use you, that they could really use your help. You honestly couldn’t believe you listened to them, but here you were. They had to have been a little right..right? If Stark invited you in, he must have seen it, too.

You nodded in response to her, faking a smile, “Yeah,” you breathed.

“You saved their lives,” Natasha told you. “I watched Yelena’s playback from the recordings her goggles took. You’ve got good instincts,” she stressed. “And you’re a hell of a shot,” she smiled, causing you to grow a soft, genuine smile in return.

“Well look who it is,” Yelena said, her accent thick as ever as she strolled in from the hallway. “Did you come to try and kill me again, or are you finally bucking up and joining us?”

“Okay, first of all,” you began, “I wasn’t trying to kill you. Even if you hadn’t moved, the bullet would’ve barely nicked you, you would’ve been fine,” you argued. “And secondly…, I, uhm, I guess I’m finally bucking up,” you shrugged.

She looked at you a moment with sharp eyes before smirking and nodding. “Good.”

Entering the training area was anxiety inducing to say the least. Though you felt a lot better when you found out not all of the avengers would be there today. It was definitely a smaller group training session you soon realized. Kate, Yelena, and yourself were there early to warm up before Peter Parker showed up with Steve and Natasha.

You made introductions with Peter as you were all warming up and felt yourself relaxing into the environment. Everyone you’d met so far, which granted weren’t many of them, had been so nice, you were genuinely shocked.

“Where is everyone else?” Yelena asked, sounding irked at what she obviously thought was a delay in schedule..

“Briefings.” Nat responded.

“Briefings?” Peter repeated, confused.

“Yes, briefings. For their missions, which none of you will be assigned to,” she said, cutting straight to the point as Peter’s mouth gaped in offense and Kate groaned, rolling her eyes.

“Come on,” Kate bemoaned. “It was a one time thing. We swore we wouldn’t do it again,” she complained.

“Yeah, I know what you said. Doesn’t mean you’ve proven you’re ready for another assignment.”

“Natasha,” Yelena appealed.

“It’s not just that, you guys,” Steve cut in. “Not everyone goes on every mission unless it’s necessary, you all know that. It’s not that big of a deal, Nat and I aren’t going on any assignments either,” he reasoned. “Now, focus up. Kate, you're with Nat. Yelena, Peter,” he instructed before speaking your name and turning his eyes on you, “you’re with me,” he simpered, the corner of his lip twitching up ever so slightly.

You left the training room sweaty and sore, but feeling great. The session had gone well. You didn’t realize how beneficial sparring with everyone could be. Each time you switched partners, you were exposed to a new weakness you found you needed to work on, but you also were able to play to your strengths and show your well developed skill set, following your instincts to help you take each of them down a couple of times. You could feel how much power Steve was holding back as you sparred, but didn’t take it personally, you still got a good workout from him as you went back and forth. When you switched partners, you and Yelena were really getting at each other, each hit to one of you was met with a hit just as equal to the other. Steve had to call you guys off before your competitiveness got the better of the both of you, but you ended your sparring with her in a fit of laughter. Peter was so much stronger than he looked and Kate was a lot more evasive than you remembered her fighting style to be, expertly blocking rather than full on attacking, but it was a good change of pace. Your fighting styles were all different, but they helped prepare you for what you may come across from other’s when you’re in the field. It was your first day and you were already learning so much. Kate said the team could use you, you didn’t realize how much you could use them, too. You had a bit of a pep in your step as you felt more and more like you had made the right choice in reaching out to Stark when you did.

As you walked toward the kitchen to grab more water before you headed back to your room to shower, you could hear the bubbly laughter of Brittany loud and clear. You made accidental eye contact as you passed by, right after you decided to just keep walking and come back around later when the kitchen would hopefully be empty. She called your name as she saw you and you begrudgingly stopped and forced a smile, willing yourself to walk over.

“Hey,” you replied.

“So how’s your day been so far?” she asked while you took notice of the bulky figure belonging to none other than the Winter Soldier who was standing in front of the open fridge. You almost scolded yourself mentally again, but you really couldn’t remember what his name was and it’s not like you said it aloud, so, no harm no foul. You looked back to her to answer.

“It’s been good,” you nodded, a small but real smile playing on your lips now, “Just finished sparring, so I was gonna grab some water and head to my room to shower.”

As you moved past the counter, entering further into the kitchen to finally fill up your bottle, the man who’s name you couldn’t fully remember, Barnes, turned around, your voice having caught his attention.

You couldn’t describe it very well, but the moment your eyes met, it was like your breath was frozen in your chest. In an instant, you just felt something had changed. More accurately, like some dormant part of you had suddenly been ignited. You couldn’t pull your eyes away as he gazed right back at you, an unnamed intensity taking over his crystal blue eyes. You felt like you were staring forever, but it couldn’t have been more than a second or so. He was looking at you in a way you didn’t know how to accurately describe. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing..what he was feeling. And truthfully, he couldn’t.

That feeling of familiarity he got from you earlier was back with full force, though now he was more than sure he’d never met you. He’d have recognized you from your eyes alone - would have definitely remembered even just seeing your face before. Yet still, he felt something he couldn’t explain telling him he knew exactly who you were. He felt like he was in a trance for a moment as he looked down at you before he finally willed himself to look away.

You felt exposed in a way as he was looking at you, his gaze penetrating. You finally took a breath again when he suddenly looked away, but you for some reason, couldn’t do the same, your eyes following him as he moved. Time was no longer standing still and you were again aware of your surroundings and Brit still perched on the counter, her long legs swinging off the edge, but you couldn’t care about any of that. All you could focus on was him.

Though he was no longer staring at you, he still felt your gaze on him, still too familiar and suddenly all too intense. It couldn’t be, he reassured himself. There was no fucking way he had a soulmate all this time. He figured he missed his shot at that long ago, if it was even possible he had one to begin with. He had finally convinced himself that he could find happiness in someone else. Not everyone has a soulmate and not everyone meets their soulmate, he sure as hell never thought he’d meet his.

But fuck, he could already feel your flurry of emotions and he just knew. But maybe you didn’t. Maybe he could just pretend like nothing happened. He had his future right in front of him. His very delicate future that he worked so hard to build up and convince himself he might be worthy of. He didn’t deserve a true soulmate, anyway. Second rate happiness was the best he could offer himself. Brit wasn’t perfect, but she was there for him. She’d been there since the day he first moved into the compound. She knew more about him than anyone else here, aside from Steve and Sam. What was he gonna do, just throw her to the side and fall madly in love with you. Who even were you? He still didn’t know your name or the first thing about you. And he didn’t want to, he decided. You could be perfect, but he didn’t want perfect. Or more aptly, he didn’t deserve perfect. Deep down he knew he’d only wreck whatever good came his way. He couldn’t do that to you, especially if you were his soulmate.

At that thought, he suddenly felt bad for you. You deserved better. Steve seemed to have taken a liking to you already. If ever there was a solution, it was that. Steve was a better man than him in a hundred different ways. Steve’s the one who deserved a soulmate, not him. He’d rather you just stay away. As far away as possible. He knew soulmate connections were near impossible to deny, but he’d fight it as long as he had to.

He didn’t say a word as he continued walking away, even as Brit spoke.

“Have you two even met yet?” she asked before offering each of you the other’s name.

Bucky was gone without so much as a hello, though you saw him look back at you for a split second as he left down the hall, your eyes still trained on him and as he looked back at you, his still as intense as before.

Brit sucked her teeth before she looked at you with an awkward smile.

“Sorry about that. He’s uh..a little gruff when you first get to know him,” she tried to explain.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” you kind of scoffed. His reputation certainly preceded him, but did he really just walk away like that? Without a single word. No way that was one sided, was it? He must have felt what you felt, it was way too intense to have just been you. But to brush it off like he did made you question if maybe you really were just being insane.

If you were really crazy, you could convince yourself you knew what that was. You'd read about it enough times. All the signs were there, all the emotions, too. But you weren't crazy. And it obviously wasn't. It couldn't have been. There was no fucking way Bucky Barnes was your soulmate.

Right?

“He’s not always like that,” she reassured you. “He can actually be really sweet.”

“It’s really fine, don’t worry about it,” you said, forcing another smile on your face and the thoughts now hounding you from your mind. “I’ll see you around,” you told her as you screwed the lid back on your bottle.

She smiled as she hopped off the counter and seemed to follow the same path Bucky had previously taken as he was leaving.

Were they..seeing each other? Is that why he acted like nothing happened? Or did nothing actually happen? You weren’t sure what was going on with that man, but either way, you weren’t a fan. Maybe you should just forget about it and let it go. That was the smart thing to do.

So why couldn’t you stop thinking about him the rest of the day?

FRIDAY’s voice chimed in your room as you were putting away the last of your clothes, alerting you that the team dinner was ready. You had completely forgotten, but as soon as the AI said it, you recalled Steve telling you to be prepared for it. There were team dinners normally once a week on Friday nights, but as a sort of welcoming dinner, Stark planned for one tonight, too.

You blew out a nervous breath and walked out into the hallway. You ran into Yelena coming from further down the hall and your nerves started to settle as you had someone familiar next to you. If you thought you were nervous about meeting everyone before, the nerves you had over seeing Bucky again were a hell of a lot worse.

Walking into the dining area, you were met with the faces of the heroes you’d only ever seen on the news and in articles and youtube videos. Not everyone was there, a few of them were away dealing with things you had no clue about, but you met Sam and Bruce as Tony introduced you to everyone who walked in. Wanda came in, accompanied by Vision and had a bright smile the moment she saw you. You talked with her for a while as other’s made their way to the table, Bucky included. The moment you felt him walk in, Wanda noticed an immediate change and surprised you by looking right at Bucky. She quickly looked back at you, but didn’t say anything, though her eyes told a different story. You were sure you looked terrified as you stared at her, face blank and waiting for her to say something. After a moment, she patted your hand and said, “we’ll talk more later. And if you ever need anything, I’m always here,” she smiled lightly as she moved to finally take a seat by Vision.

You nodded and smiled back before turning to the table, looking for a seat of your own. You sat next to Yelena at the very end of the table. Tony was at the head and there was an empty spot directly across the table from him and an open seat across from you, too. Kate was across from Peter, who sat to the left of Yelena, and Sam was next to Kate, across Yelena. For a second you thought you had lucked out and would have elbow room and no one sat awkwardly across from you. That, however, was not the case.

Steve came from behind you, his hand on the back of your chair as he greeted you before taking the open seat at the end of the table. Following behind him, and audibly cursing under his breath when he realized there were no other seats, was Bucky. You scoffed at his dramatics that no one else seemed to have taken notice of. You watched him as he sat and refused to look at you, instead turning to Sam and acting like you weren’t there.

The real question on your mind now was if he was really this much of an asshole to people he’s just met or if he was making an effort to ignore your presence because he did in fact feel what you felt earlier and wanted nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with you. Honestly, you felt it had to be the latter. And that hurt just a little bit before you shook it off. He wasn’t all that himself. And who cares? What does it matter? Why get your feelings hurt because some guy doesn’t like you. You really tried to convince yourself with that one, but you knew it was deeper than that. If he really was your soulmate, and even he didn’t want you, the one person guaranteed to, how terrible must you be.

Interrupting everyone’s conversations and your train of self deprecating thought, Stark brought the attention to himself, making a show of clinking his glass and talking about the importance of a team, and more so, family. He was rambling a little while you were tempted to start dwelling on your previous thoughts, but a few stolen glances from the stoic man across from you were a little more distracting. It seemed like he was checking on you, or making sure you were still there. You tried to refocus on what it was Tony was talking about and mostly succeeded before he gave a little speech introducing and welcoming you to the team while everyone - well, save for one, clapped and welcomed you in good hearted cheers. You laughed lightly and smiled timidly, looking down to divert the attention from you before saying your thanks. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but you felt his gaze the most, intent and piercing as you spoke, trying hard to ignore it.

As the food was served, everyone talked and laughed and was having a good time. Though he was again still mostly trying to act like you weren’t sitting directly across from him, you admired Bucky smiling the one or two times he actually did. He might have been an asshole, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome. As you sat so close to him, you started thinking that maybe you were just being crazy. It must have been the stress of the day, your emotions were highly charged and you clearly made a lot more out of what very little your initial meeting with him was. He probably really was just that cold with new people, you shouldn’t have taken it so personally. There were no more crazy soulmate thoughts, you threw them out the window.

Until somewhere along the way, relationship statuses started being discussed.

“I’m not interested in anyone. I like my alone time, my personal space,” Yelena had answered bluntly when Kate asked her why she hadn’t made plans with the girl who asked her out at a bar they had gone to the week previous.

“You sound like Bucky,” Sam laughed as he nudged the clearly annoyed man next to him.

“Well that’s not true,” Peter argued, “He’s seeing Brit.”

That was met with a playful scoff from Natasha, a disbelieving chuckle from Steve, and a hardy laugh from Sam as Bucky sat stone faced, sending daggers to Sam as he continued his laughing.

“Well, I mean, you are, right?” Kate asked as if it was obvious as she took a bite of her food. “God knows she’s around here often enough,” she added with a side eye.

Feeling the glare Bucky shot her, she defended herself.

“What?” she said incredulously. “She is.”

“They’re not dating,” Sam clarified. “He wishes,” he added with another laugh.

You couldn’t help but look up from your plate, chewing on another bite of your own food as you, for whatever reason, wanted to see the look on his face in response to that bit from Sam.

There was no visible change, though, only his look of clear annoyance etched on his face. He was practically scowling.

Changing the target of the conversation, Tony decided to chime in.

“Rogers there is still very much single, too,” he smirked. “Any new ladies caught your eye lately, Cap?” he asked, feigning innocence as he tilted his head. He clearly enjoyed rustling Steve’s feathers as he watched him look up at him with a glare, his cheeks turning just the slightest bit pink.

It was only then that you noticed a change in Bucky’s expression, just slightly, but still noticeable. His eyes were somewhat sharper and he seemed to tense ever so slightly before he relaxed himself, looking over to Steve with a curious eye.

The moment Stark said it, of course Bucky knew what he was alluding to. Steve had been talking about you all day, every chance he got. It was clear to everyone except you apparently that he was interested, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It was good to see he was taking his own advice, at least. When Bucky had first broached the subject of potentially seeing someone, Brit, Steve told him it was best to just take things slow. Friends first, and then see where things go from there. Obviously, that seemed to be his natural approach and not just advice he gave.

He hated that it happened, but Bucky’s first response was being put on immediate edge. He quickly corrected his demeanor and his wayward thoughts. He wasn’t jealous or worried. He was glad. The realization that Steve really did like you hit him and he told himself that was good. Steve was good. And any sort of relationship that might sprout between you two would help with your soulmate connection. If you were with Steve, he’d still be around you all of the time. He’d know what you’re up to and could be sure that you were happy and protected. That’s all the connection really needed, right? That should be enough. And it’d be good for you, too. Hopefully Steve could keep you distracted. He knew he was ready to fight this pull, but that didn’t mean you would, too. Maybe if you were with Steve, if you didn’t make the same connection he did, if you didn’t know anything about soulmates, and he made sure to keep his distance from you, maybe you would just pretend it wasn’t there.

Now that he thought about it, it seemed you already were.

Why hadn’t you said anything to him after you first met. Sure he left, but if you felt what he did and didn’t know what it was, wouldn’t you have wanted to know? Wouldn’t you have asked? He started to worry then. What if you did know. And you were doing exactly what he was. That should have been a relief, but really it only seemed to hurt him. Because that could have been it, it made sense. You knew exactly who he was and who he had been forced to be. Who would want a soulmate like that, like him. No one..

Instead of wallowing in his sudden self pity, he forced himself past that thought. It wasn’t the only possibility. Maybe you knew what your connection was and didn’t want it because you were already involved with someone else. That would certainly screw up the Steve solution and make things a lot harder. It was like his brain was working overtime to make sense of everything and find a fix. But he needed more information. Did you even like Steve, would you consider him at all, and more importantly, were you even single? He looked at you and spoke before he could stop himself.

“What about you?” he gruffed.

The moment his eyes turned on you, you were picking up your glass of water, taking a drink. The moment he asked you that question, you found yourself sputtering on the liquid as you coughed. You kept your eyes down, setting your water back on the table and grabbing your napkin to wipe at your mouth. His eyes were still on you and so were everyone else’s now. Yelena patted your back and asked if you were good.

“Wrong pipe,” you coughed again. “Sorry.”

You finally looked up and around at all the faces staring at you. Whether they were waiting to see if you were okay or if they were simply waiting for your answer, you weren’t sure.

“Uhm, well, I spend half of my time doing stealth work alone and the other half undercover, pretending to be someone I’m not, so..I don’t really have much in the way of a steady dating life,” you laughed lightly, feeling yourself grow more and more embarrassed.

“So you're single?” he asked plainly, yet still somehow sounding annoyed. You in turn found yourself annoyed that you had to clarify what you thought was an obvious answer. You looked at him sharply, eyes narrowed.

“Shocker, I know,” you said sardonically.

“I get it,” Nat agreed with a nod and sip of her wine. You were glad to have the attention switch to her, you didn’t love having your personal business laid out for everyone to judge. You were shocked Bucky of all people had asked you such a personal question in the first place.

He recognized Nat’s voice as she spoke, the sound taking your eyes off of him, though he stopped listening the second you had responded to him. He knew you were being sarcastic when you said it, but ‘shocker’ was right. Shocking and relieving. For a second he recognized how lucky it was you weren’t seeing anyone, for Steve’s sake, obviously. His mind went straight back to trying to sort everything out. Trying to figure you out.

Maybe you didn’t think the charge from when you met was mutual - that he felt it too. It was possible you really didn’t know, or just hadn’t recognized yet the connection you shared. Maybe the concept of soulmates had never even crossed your mind. It didn’t sound likely, he knew that, but he could hope. If he didn’t bring attention to it, if he refused to mention it, then maybe you wouldn’t either. And if neither of you ever mentioned it, then it never happened.

As everyone was cleaning up around the dining room and kitchen, you still seemed to be distracted. So distracted, in fact, you didn’t realize anyone was in the kitchen as you went to put your dishes away. When you saw Bucky at the sink, you thought maybe you should just go back to the dining room and wait for him to be done, but you couldn’t get your feet to move in that direction. Instead, you found yourself walking toward him. The way his back went straight as you got closer let you know that he knew you were there. But he didn’t say anything. And neither did you. What would you have said anyway? How crazy would you seem if you asked him if he had felt anything earlier, especially if he hadn’t. You couldn’t do it.

So that was it, then. You just weren’t going to say anything, act like it never happened.? Seemed to be your plan. You weren’t going to embarrass yourself like that to a man you’ve literally just met. If he didn’t say anything, he obviously didn’t feel what you felt. You should just shake it off. Forget the whole thing.

That’s what you told yourself. But there you continued to stand, not really wanting to leave without talking to him, yet still having no idea what to say. Causing yourself stress and anxiety for no good reason. You were slightly relieved when Bucky broke the silence without turning around, though his sharpness was cutting.

He could feel you working yourself up and though he really didn’t want to engage with you, he felt like he had no choice. He had to do something to get you to calm down and stop affecting him so much.

“You just gonna stand there or do you need something?” You continued to look at him for a second before you got your mind to work and mouth to move.

“Yeah, I need to wash these,” you started. “Sorry, I was under the impression the kitchen was for everyone to use, didn’t realize I needed your okay to be in here,” you sassed.

“You don’t. But you’ve been hovering behind me for five minutes without saying anything and you’re starting to get on my nerves,” he griped.

“Starting?” you repeated with a humorless laugh, “Could’ve fooled me. And I didn’t realize it took five minutes for someone to wash a single plate. Seems more like you’re having a personal problem,” you added, just as annoyed now.

“Seems like you are my personal problem,” he bit as he turned around, staring at you down his nose.

You were taken aback by his attitude, but really you didn’t know what you were expecting at all. Just as you were about to snark back, Yelena came in from behind you, eyes darting between the two of you.

“What are we talking about?” she asked, eyes harsh on Bucky.

“Nothing,” he answered harshly before turning away and leaving without another word.

“Really great talking to you, too,” you called after him, rolling your eyes in pure irritation. What the hell was his problem? And what was your problem? You had the urge to follow after him, some weird desperation to talk more that you refused to listen to. There was nothing to talk about, clearly.

“What was that?” Yelena asked. You turned to look at her, exasperated and with no answer to provide.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled with a shrug. She eyed you closely before taking your dishes from you and walking to the sink.

“You should get some sleep,” she said, changing the subject. “Tomorrow’s gonna be a little more intense.”

“Thanks,” you told her, receiving a nod from her in response. You were about to leave the kitchen before you turned back around. You wrapped your arms around her waist and hugged her from behind, earning a chuckle from her as she leaned her head back to gently make contact with yours.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early,” she teased as you let her go and once again made your way out of the kitchen.

“Looking forward to it,” you replied with a mock salute to her and with that you were off to your room, trying to rid the thought of Bucky Barnes from your mind, though truthfully you didn’t really want to. The pull you were feeling to him was more intense now than it had been before you spoke to him. You really didn’t get why he was being such a dick, though. Your mind searched for a rational explanation but you were coming up blank.

Your ire was easier for Bucky to deal with. And he felt it for a little while after he had left the kitchen, longer than he expected to, but anything was better than the anxiety you had been feeling earlier. It made him ten times more uneasy and he had a hard enough time falling asleep as it was. Even now as he laid in his bed, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. He knew he should have ignored you, shouldn’t have said anything. Because now all he could think about was talking to you again. Whether it was because you were arguing or not, he just wanted your attention on him, he wanted to be around you. But he couldn’t let that happen. He knew it was only gonna get harder from here, pretending he didn’t feel anything toward you, that he didn’t feel so called or pulled to you, but as long as you didn’t know, maybe he could get by without falling to fate. It was gonna hurt like hell, if any of the stories he’d heard were true, but he believed you’d be better for it. Better off without being tied to him for the rest of your life.

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All I Wanted Was You (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Pairing: Austin!Elvis (50s) x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re touring the southern states as a singer for Jamboree Attractions. What you never expected was to fall in love, especially not with a man like Elvis Presley. He was sweet, sexy, and everything you could never have. Loving a man like that promised one thing: heartbreak. Even so, that doesn’t stop you from wanting him.

Genre: angst, bittersweet ending, songfic, sadness, fluff

Warning(s): crying, sadness, cheating (the part when a!elvis cheats on Dixie in movie), unrequited (ish) love, angst (again lol I guess I’m on a roll), kissing, use of pet name “lil’ mama” (yes, that IS a warning), not beta read, grammatical errors, (let me know if there’s anything I missed!)

Rating: PG-13 || WC: 3K 

Requested (?): Yes, by @navia3000​ I hope you enjoy and that this is what you wanted! I loved writing this fic. It hit all the feels for me. Thank you for being my first ever request! <3

Based on the song: All I Wanted by Paramore (pls listen for full effect) 

A/N: I’m back with more angst, ya’ll. I promise it’s not all sad as there is some fluff and a bittersweet ending. It’s longer than I anticipated but it flowed right out of me while I was writing and just felt... right. I hope you all enjoy! 

Think of me, think of me when you’re out there

Cherry red lipstick, high-frequency screams, chaotic crowds, and the awe-stricken eyes of young women are all you see. You take it all in from the side. The chaos is not something you get used to seeing, both him and the thrush of people in the audience. Elvis was magnetic under the spotlight, per usual. Part of you longed to be one of the girls in the front row. The possibility of those calloused, warm fingers grasping your jaw turned your knees to jello. The other, more sensible part of you knows that nothing good can come from falling for that boy. If you did, heartbreak is inevitable.

You just finished your performance and could never dream of inciting such a response from the crowd, but it never bothered you. Maybe you are just as in awe of Elvis Presley as everyone else. The dark, billowy curtains of the side stage hide your silhouette from view as you watch Elvis from the shadows. As hard as you tried not to, you always seemed to end up here, relishing in the close view of the small-town boy.

He was addicting, both on and off stage. The colonel added him onto the Jamboree Attractions tour of the south not too long ago. To your surprise, a slow friendship began to bloom between you two. You admired his style and the sheer boldness of his performance. What you loved most about him, though, is that none of it was some cheap trick coined to gain popularity. The style, the performance, the dancing, the singing, it was all just… Elvis. It’s who he is and who he always will be.

Still, he was going steady with a girl back home. As much as you desired to be with him, you two were just friends. So, you ignore that your neck heats up whenever he looks at you or that your chest feels light as a feather when he makes you laugh. None of that matters because, realistically, you could never be with Elvis Presley. Not when he had his pick of a thousand pretty girls that he viewed as women, as girlfriends. You’re just a friend, only a friend. That fact both breaks your heart and saves it from breaking

Yet, a tiny inconsequential part of you—the part that wishes to free itself from the constraints of reality—hopes that Elvis thinks of you when he is on that stage.

I’ll beg you nice, from my knees.

The little flame of your crush on Elvis had grown to a fire… and you were getting burnt alive. The seating arrangement had somehow shifted to you, Elvis, Scotty, and Bill in the car ride to the next state. You tried not to fidget too much with the wine-colored cloth of your skirt, but he made you nervous, really, really nervous. The palms of your hands have not stopped sweating since the beginning of the trip.

The passenger seat was no less merciful than a blistering sunburn because there's no hiding behind, well, anything. Elvis is right there to your left with a wrist on the top of the wheel. His fingers drum mindlessly to the beat of the current song on the radio. You’re practically molded to the side of the door because if you moved closer, your leg might brush against his thigh, which happens to be in oddly attractive pastel blue slacks.

“What’s wrong, lil’ mama? You’ve hardly said anythin’ all day.” The nickname does not help your predicament. You bite the inside of your cheek at the memory.

Elvis had noticed you roaming backstage and on the road to observe the crew. You liked to check in with everybody, make sure they were doing okay, and possibly offer an ear to listen to their troubles. It made you happy to care for them all in whatever way you could. He pointed it out to you during a muggy late night stop into a diner on the road—said you were acting like a mother. You were undeniably embarrassed, but he confessed he thought it was cute, thought you were cute. That, of course, furthered your embarrassment. Ever since that night, the name just stuck. It would be a lie to say you don't like how it sounds on that lovely southern drawl of his.

“You’re not carsick are ya?”

“Huh? Oh–” you shift on the seat, trying to appear relaxed, “–No, I’m not sick, just lost in thought, I guess.” It's not the whole truth, but you are not about to admit the crush you have on him right to his face.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” Elvis asks. His voice light, as if it floats on the wind like a dandelion. The compliment is alarming and causes you to spare a glance at the back seat. Both his bandmates are sleeping, heads lolling gently to the bumps now and then. You turn forward again, the straight road pulling you into a trance.

“Guess I’ve just been thinkin’ bout how my life will be when this all ends,” you admit. The truth is, what you have been thinking about is how your life will be without Elvis Presley. Come the end of the tour, you two will part ways. Though, you have a lurking suspicion on your mind that the colonel has big plans and intends to scoop up the man next to you.

“The road has a way of changin’ everythin’.” He sounds somber, heavier with an unknown weight upon his shoulders. You can see it in the way his sky blue eyes dim like a fading lightbulb.

“I think that… even if I try to explain to my friends back home–” you pause, taking a big breath and sighing, “they just won’t understand. I don’t think anyone will.” There is movement in your peripheral, so you look to your left. The sight steals the breath from your lungs.

Elvis is staring at you, but different this time. Like he’s seeing you for the first time, really seeing you. You wonder what you said to make him look so astonished. Something tells you it’s because maybe somewhere inside, he feels the same way.

“I do,” he declares. Then he's looking back to the road, probably to make sure he won’t swerve off it. “I–I understand exactly how ya feel.” Your stomach explodes in a treacherous mixture of anxiety and butterflies. You find yourself increasingly unable to distinguish the two whenever near him.

“Well, I'm glad someone does…” The sun is setting, casting an amber glow into the car. You bask in its warmth. “It’s so lonesome havin’ so many things change and not bein’ able to share it with nobody.”

“Share it with me,” he offers. Your eyes meet his like the law of gravity. For a moment, everything else fades into the background. The staticky hum of the radio fades. Your clammy hands are forgotten, and even the wind seems to still from coming in through the windows. All you see is him, and he’s staring at you as if you just touched some dormant, sleepy part of his heart.

“I will.” It's all you can say. Perhaps falling in love with him was inevitable, you realize while admiring his beauty. Perhaps you're a fool to try and stop the tidal wave that is him from crashing over you.

And when the world treats you way too fairly, well, it’s a shame, I’m a dream.

Elvis was slipping through your fingers like sand. Just when you began to think you two were becoming more than friends, something happened to remind you of reality. Part of you thought he was like the sweet, warm smell of a freshly baked dessert that you could never enjoy. The other part of you knew that even if you could enjoy him the way you wanted, you would end up shattered.

You finally mustered up the courage to go and knock on his hotel room. The color of it reminded you of a pumpkin in the fall as you walked past the long line of identical room doors. 17, 18, 19, the numbers flew past your vision as you looked for room 23. During your search, you spot a silhouette in front of what looked like the room, his room.

It doesn’t take you long to deduce what is happening.

She has ivory skin, apple-red lips, stunning features, and raven curls that frame a beautiful face. Her knuckles rise in a confident motion to rap on the door in three resounding knocks. You step to the side, leaning against a wall between two rust-colored doors even though you’re far away enough not to be suspicious. She moves in your peripheral, and you hear what you know is the familiar, velvety voice of Elvis.

“Quit knocking at my door, Scotty–” and then you hear nothing. She slinks into his room like a shadow. The door hangs open but the sight is all you need to turn around and walk back to your room. His door closes. It barely registers over the ringing in your ears. Your feet are suddenly heavy as lead as you daze into your room, but your heart feels heavier.

The door thumps behind you. Little else happens that night, save for your legs folding beneath you like soggy paper and the ghost of a dream–the dream of what could have been between you and Elvis.

All I wanted was you.

The rest of the tour went by quicker than you thought it would. Maybe time felt faster now that the fantasy concocted in your mind had been squashed and replaced by the truth. He has a girl back home in Memphis. You can't find the pride to pity her, knowing she was probably as in love with Elvis as everyone else, yourself included. Despite it all, you’d see him with a new girl in every city, sometimes more than one. What you hated most is that even if it was for one date, a couple of hours even, you still found yourself wanting to be one of those girls.

Despite your inner turmoil, tensions were rising among individuals in the crew. Specifically, one older man named Hank Snow. He always seemed a little stiff to you, too clean-cut. It had gotten to the point that being around him felt like smelling sour milk. He made your stomach curdle.

Hank’s discomfort churned like a volcano in every city you arrived in. Elvis had an unintentional knack for affecting people in two ways: they either loved him or hated him. This time, you knew the lava would burst, and just who it would affect, you had no idea.

The red-haired man seemed to be chewing out colonel Parker backstage. You had performed not too long ago and found solace next to one of the trailers, watching the two men converse. The coke bottle in your hand was sweating from the heat. The wetness had a calming effect in contrast to the heat. You don't have it in you anymore to watch Elvis on stage, don't trust yourself to witness his beauty in the spotlight. You knew if you did, you’d fall for him all over again.

Elvis rushes off the stage, a violent thrush of young women crowding his personal space as he practically darts for his trailer. The sugary drink slips down your throat as you take another sip, suspecting one thing to happen. Colonel Parker to single Elvis out at the carnival tonight and steal him away for good. Only a fool would keep Hank Snow over the pure, untapped potential of Elvis Presley.

All I wanted was you.

“You’ll never believe what happened las’ night, lil’ mama,” Elvis beams in front of you. The rising sun casts a pinkish hue onto the bronzed skin of his face, causing him to glow. The blue in his eyes penetrates all your inhibition.

“What?” You ask, even though you already know. The colonel wasn’t too subtle with his house of mirrors Ferris-wheel trick. You observed the whole interaction while roaming the booths, ironically to get your mind off Elvis.

“I ain’ allowed to tell nobody yet,” he looks to the ground, thumb hooking into the thin belt of his pants, “but I gotta tell you,”' Ah, so that explains why he pulled you to the outside of the diner. Everyone else had gone inside, eager to eat breakfast but sad to part ways. This morning was the last team breakfast of the tour before everyone parted ways and went back to their regular lives. The place where you two stood was hidden from everything but the rising sun.

“What is it?” The warmth of the morning hangs around you like a blanket.

“Colonel Parker gon’ get RCA to buy my contract from Sun Records... He gon’ help me get signed to em’,” he smiles shyly at you, looking up through those thick long black eyelashes. Elvis looks like a little boy that just got offered his dream on a silver platter. The purity in his expression moves your soul like an earthquake.

“Oh my–wow! Elvis, that’s amazin’!” You throw your arms around him before the rational thoughts swarm you like a beehive. Those long, strong arms pull you in tight and you savor the moment more than he’ll ever know. It feels safe here, in his arms with no one but the morning to witness this intimacy. His chest shakes with a genuine laugh, one of utter joy, and you laugh with him.

“I can hardly believe it myself,” his arms loosen, but not enough for you to completely pull away, “You’re the firs’ person I had to tell.” The tone of his voice is thick like syrup. Elvis is looking at you like he did in that car ride a few weeks back and it's daunting.

“I’m happy for you, E.P. If anyone deserves RCA, it’s you.” The words are honest and from the deepest part of your heart, the part that aches and swells only for him. He looks down at you, a few strands of that satin hair falling over his eyes. The sight is breathtaking–he is breathtaking.

“I’m finally gon’ fly away, lil’ mama, fly away to–” you say the last words with him, “The rock of eternity.” He stills, his large hands on your waist squeezing a bit tighter. You’ve surprised him. It’s evident all over his face and body language.

“You know Captain Marvel, Jr.?” he asks, brows lifting in astonishment. His voice is a low whisper now, and suddenly you’re all too aware that your chest is pressing against his, hearts beating in tandem.

“You’re not the only one that likes comic books, ya know.” You look down at the black lace of his shirt, tracing the patterns and trying to ignore the sudden bashfulness rising.

“You always s’prise me,” he admits with a glint in those eyes.

The smoldering look sobers you like a splash of cold water. Are you so weak that you forget all the heartbreak and boundaries now that you're in his arms? For a moment, you feel like the stupidest girl within a hundred yards. But you quiet that line of thinking.  

You will never be with Elvis Presley, not the way you want. But remorse will be your only friend if your last day with him is spent wishing. You can’t bear to live with the regrets of what you never did haunting you for the rest of your life.

“Do me a favor, E.P.?” His gaze softens and darts over your face in question. You let out a soft breath, fingers fiddling with the hair on the back of his neck. “I ain’t a fool… I know we won’t see each other again ‘less I buy a ticket to one of your shows.” He looks as if he wants to say something, to refute what you both know is the truth, so you place your hand over his lips with a shake of your head. Their softness startles you for a moment. You gulp.

“So just this once… please,” you look into his eyes, the kind of look where all walls are down and only vulnerability lives, “Kiss me,” you ask. Kiss me like you love me... as if I'm the only girl you’ll ever love. You take your fingers off his lips but he stops your wrist from retreating with a hand.

Tenderly, he kisses your palm, the inside of your wrist, and the back of your hand. All while never looking away from you. The look is tender and stripping as if he knows every little thing you're feeling. You almost lose your balance from the lightheadedness. You expected a refusal, maybe even a light peck on your lips if you were fortunate, but not this. You look at your hands and find it hard to tell which fingers are his and which are yours. He lets your wrist go. Your hand settles somewhere on the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re too good for this world, mama, too good for me.” His large palms hug the sides of your face. They’re surprisingly soft, save for a few calluses that rub against your cheeks. “I ain’ ever gon’ forget you."

That is all he says before he leans down and changes your life forever.

To this day, you never had a kiss that made you feel like the one Elvis Presley gave you outside the country road diner. It was heartbreakingly beautiful and took all your breath away until you were suffocating on nothing but the feeling of his lips on yours. The kiss was passionate, tender, and slow like the rising sun. You remember he tasted like everything you ever wanted and could never have. If you think of it, you can still feel your stomach rise into the air like a balloon from nervous excitement. But it was okay because you would never take it back or trade it in for a different memory.

You cried on the way home, you cried when his warmth enveloped you in a final hug of goodbye, and you smiled when he gave you one last glance through the car window. He smiled too. 

It was on that misty southern morning that you were content that Elvis Presley would forever be the love of your life, even if he will never be in it.

Thank you for reading to the end! Let me know what y'all think :) Feedback, comments, and reblogs are appreciated more than you’ll ever know!

Love and blessings, 

Sapphire <3 

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Nishidake Household: Chapter 3, Part 1

Don't you just love it when you leave grandparents to the mercy of MCCC, only to find out when death is close that they've actually gotten divorced and one has remarried. I had plans, they did not match the situation I discovered but I tried to ride with it.

No one dies in this part. I do give trigger warnings when a sim dies in the story, be they human or pet, because grief is tricky.

Spun the wheel and next stop is the Nishidake household. Last time it was just married couple Charlie and Kaori with dog Allie. However Kaori's grandparents (and her grandfathers second wife) are nearing the end of their time so will be moving in for however long they have left

Allie is 10 and enjoying her senior years surrounded by her favourite things. Charlie and Kaori are both 24. Charlie is working on her professional athlete career while Kaori is enjoying uploading videos and snowboarding. The two dream of climbing Mt Komorebi

Kaori: You sure you're okay with this

Charlie: I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't

Kaori: I just know you're busy trying to have as much Allie time as possible

Charlie: Your grandparents are family, they're moving in and that's that

Kaori: I can't believe they'll be gone soon

Kaori: When my parents died they became my rocks you know? Now I have you and Allie and your family, but I'm going to miss them

Charlie: Of course you are

Kaori: I only hope they don't kill each other

Charlie: It's weird how much they hate each other now

Kaori: I wish I knew why

For context, Shigeru and Sachiko divorced and Shigeru married Geeta, all thanks to MCCC adding life to my unplayed sims. Kaori's grandparents now hate each other, both relationship bars are red. Why am I saying this with an Allie picture? Because Allie is adorable

After getting ready for the day Kaori calls everyone to make sure they are coming.

Kaori: Yes, you will have your own room

Sachiko: Good. Thanks for this darling. Family should not live so far apart that-

Kaori: you can't carry them a bowl of hot soup. I remember

Shigeru: Well, we're here

Sachiko: Can you try to be more grateful? Our only granddaughter has invited us into her home

Shigeru: I value my independence

Geeta: We are not losing independence darling, we have discussed this

Charlie: We're so happy to have you all here

Kaori: We want our home to feel like your home

Shigeru: Meaning?

Sachiko: We should feel comfortable to do our normal activities obviously

Shigeru: I knew that

Geeta: So you don't mind if I cook

Kaori: Go right ahead

Shigeru: What are we? The help?

Charlie: You don't have to cook, but it's not forbidden or anything

Geeta: You love cooking

Shigeru: Yes but I'm retired now

Kaori: Charlie and I both cook, and her garden keeps the fridge stocked

Sachiko: You garden dear?

Charlie: I got into it during university

Geeta: Grow any flowers?

Charlie: I have a few, feel free to look and meddle

Shigeru: Meddle?

Kaori: She just means she doesn't mind if you want to do some gardening, she's not going to be bothered

Shigeru: Hmm

Sachiko: I am glad to be here

Geeta: Thank you for having us

Kaori: Okay, I need to record a snowboarding video

Shigeru: Right now?

Kaori: I have to earn money somehow

Charlie: And I have to take Allie for a walk before work

Sachiko: Don't worry about us, we won't burn the house down

Kaori: Please don't, I still have a fear of fire

Throwback to when Keira came to stay and did the laundry only for the dryer to catch fire...

Charlie: Who's ready for walkies?

Allie: *yawns*

Charlie: You know you love walking

Allie: *barks*

Charlie: There's fresh powder, let's go make some tracks

The two set off on a jog this morning. There's no option for a short jog unfortunately, but Allie seems to cope well.

Shigeru: So the girls are out, shall we take our new bed for a test run?

Geeta: Umm, not now honey. I'm feeling quite uncomfortable and I don't want to risk death, you know

Shigeru: Oh, okay, that makes sense I guess

Shigeru goes and talks to the plants, reminding me to fix them

It may be thundersnow right now but that doesn't worry Kaori. Having reached level 10 Snowboarding she always feels comfy on the slopes. She does three runs on the ludicrous slope for the POV video, and only wipes out at the end of the last one, pic not included.

Sachiko: What are you doing now dear?

Charlie: I have to study my opponents

Sachiko: Shouldn't you be working on your own skills

Charlie: I am, but they like us looking at who we'll be playing to figure out what moves would be best to employ

Sachiko: Who knew sport was so complex

Allie: *whines*

Kaori: Are you cold darling? How about a nice warm bath

Allie: *barks in approval*

Kaori: We probably should have taken the harness off first but it'll just get clean as well

Allie: *licks face*

Kaori: Kisses? Thank you. Now where did I put your sweater?

Allie is not too sure about the new household members. They seem to be mostly ignoring her which she doesn't understand. When the Fosters visit she always ends up showered in affection. Are they too old to care? Do they think she's too old? Fear not Allie, your mummies love you.

Allie has too many questions so decides to nap on it.

Shigeru: What are you making?

Kaori: Curry. Charlie and I had some at the spice festival

Shigeru: I don't like curry

Kaori: There's other stuff in the fridge, we are just trying to build tolerance for the challenge

Shigeru: Hot food doesn't seem like a sensible challenge to me

Kaori: Charlie and I like it

Shigeru: Wait, why does the lounge not have a ceiling?

Kaori: You know, I never noticed that

Shigeru: Kids these days

After making the food, Kaori takes the opportunity to use the video station. It's in the same room where Sachiko will be sleeping so she won't be able to work after dinner. Beauty tips is supposedly trending so Kaori does a quick recording to edit later.

Charlie: Honey I'm home

Kaori: Very funny Char

Charlie: Where is everyone?

Kaori: Headed to bed early, I guess being old is tiring

Charlie: Wait, do I smell-

Kaori: Curry? Yes! I remembered we're trying to increase our tolerance

Charlie: Maybe it'll warm my mood

Kaori: Oh no, is anything in particular bothering you?

Charlie: Just one of those gloomy days

Allie: *stares at speaker*

Kaori: It's like she gets more obsessed with that the older she gets

Charlie: I know what you mean, when I first got her she paid stereos no attention

Charlie: I can't believe it's Freezer Bunny Day tomorrow, I'm so excited

Kaori: Yeah we don't really celebrate that in Mt Komorebi

Charlie: Are you serious? You don't even hunt for eggs?

Kaori: I suppose we could try it

Charlie: Please, my family love it

Kaori: Do you want to invite them around?

Charlie: If we can, I'm always imposing on them

Kaori: Hopefully Carson remembers socks this time. We should really get a thermostat

Charlie: Why do you always want to buy things?

Kaori: New things are always nice, but a thermostat is practical too

Charlie: We’ll need to check our finances first but I suppose I did just get promoted

Kaori: I know I don’t earn much unemployed but I try

Charlie: What I earn is ours, for both of us

Eventually everyone is asleep. Including Allie who is snoozing right at the edge of the platform. Are you even a pet if you don't routinely test gravity?

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[hwanchaesong]

a/n: i have to write this or else my goldfish brain will forget this idea again, this picture of san is unbelievably hot pls- (photo not mine, ctto rightful owner)

genre and warnings: mafia au (?), degradation, cursing, praising, choking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, pet names, smut so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 767

"Come on princess, we're not done yet."

San chuckled as he pulled your sopping heat back to his hot mouth, your body thrashing around as you tried to release yourself from the restraints that he tied you in, bruises starting to form in your wrists due to the amount of force you exerted just to free yourself.

You can't take more of the abuse that he's put you through for hours.

His tongue circling your luscious walls, slurping all your juices as his thumb rubs your clit in a vertical motion, only for him to pull away whenever he feels your body twitch.

You swear to god, if he denies an orgasm again, you'll definitely cry.

"Master, please, I-" a loud gasp was elicited out of you when he sucked on your bundle of nerves roughly, "I promise I won't do it again."

His teeth nibbled on your button before he detached his mouth, licking his glossy lips, "Won't do what?"

"T-the acting like a w-whore in front of your members."

San smirked, his hand slithering upwards, running on the valley of your chest until it wrapped around your throat, effectively restricting your oxygen intake.

"That's my good girl." he muttered, lurching forward to give you a messy kiss, his tongue pushing inside and wrestling with yours, moans getting lost in his mouth.

"Does my baby girl deserve a reward?" he leered and you nodded your head so fast, desperate to come undone at his mercy.

He cooed at you, letting go of your neck, opting to grip your hair instead. A sharp sting on your scalp is felt when he ferociously tugged at your silky strands causing your eyes to meet with his.

"Answer, slut."

His previously sweet tone was replaced with a malicious one, a dangerous glint in his slanted orbs that serves as a warning that if you gave him a word that he does not accept, you're in a big trouble.

"Ye-" you yelped when he yanked at your hair viciously, "What was that?"

His raspy, low voice is a tell-tale sign that you were about to make a mistake, thus, you made a u-turn.

"N-no, master. I don't d-deserve a reward."

He hummed, happy that you're submitting yourself to him.

"Right." he mumbled, his other free hand snaked down to your core, plunging two digits inside you without any warning.

An ear-piercing cry echoed throughout the room, too sensitive with the contact, overwhelmed by the fact that his fingers curled themselves inside you, perfectly caressing your sweet spot.

"Master, I can't, no more p-please let me cum!"

Fucking hell.

San's rationality slips off of his mind every time he hears you whimper, beg for him to give you what you want.

He took a deep breath as he tried to contain his sanity, ego inflating with the knowledge that in this reality, it's him and only him that can turn you into a dreamy mess.

Only Choi San can tame a brat like you, and he enjoys every minute of your figure withering even with the slightest touch.

"I think you enjoy this punishment, kitten," his fingers sped up its pace, your eyes rolling at the back of your skull as you felt the bubble in your abdomen about to burst, "so much for teasing me while the others fuck you with their eyes."

His sight trailed to the ruined dress that you wore to the meeting he had to attend a while ago. You really had the audacity to wear that skimpy outfit, letting other people see the things that he had claimed.

Something within him had woken up, possessiveness filling his whole being.

He ripped his fingers out of you, resulting in your mewls and complaints but that all soon melted away when he plunged his large, thick cock into you, driving deep and bottoming out until his tip hit your cervix.

"Plain bullshit, I'm gonna rail you so bad, lay waste on you so you'll never pull a stunt like that ever again." he growled in your ears, groping your breasts and tweaking your nipples, adding to your never ending pleasure.

"Master pl-"

His hand went over to your mouth, muffling your noises, "Shut the fuck up."

Every word punctuated with brutal poundings, loud squelches and skin slapping rang in your head and you already feel like fainting.

"You are all mine to have, to fuck, and to destroy," he leaned his forehead into yours, spreading your legs wider and angling his hips in order to give you a striking thrust that had your back arching.

"My pretty little whore."

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