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mondaymelon · 11 months

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— "𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱!!" ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche x gn!reader:

⤷ synopsis: ah, poor reader's crush won't notice them!! the solution? ask your guy friend to pretend to be your partner, and perhaps that'll get them jealous... except-!? ⤷ cw: fluff, highschool!au, possesive + overprotectiveness, ykyk the whole package

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"C'mon, just for one week...?"

"Have you finally gone mad?"

XIAO's words come out as more of a scoff, if anything. You can see the way that his expression forms a scowl that he's less than pleased at your suggestion. "You want me to fake date you for a week?"

Sheepish, you nod. "...Please?"

"Because you want your 'crush' to get jealous?" You don't get why he's put that in quotations, but you nod along, slightly confused. Xiao's expression only darkens, for some inexplicable reason. What, have you done something to offend him?

Desperate, you recall your last resort. "Well," you begin, voice unsteady as you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. With a shrug, you sigh. "If you're not willing, I can always find someone e-"

"I'll do it."

Ah, there was the Xiao you knew. Aloof, yes. Cold, yes. But not willing to admit he was inferior to anyone - especially when it regarded you.

So there, your plan was complete. Act like Xiao was your boyfriend, and then maybe they would finally notice you… except, why do you get the feeling that Xiao was forgetting his purpose?

It’s not anything major, not by a long shot, but you find it strange how he’s suddenly grown so clingy, as if pretending to be your partner somehow enhanced the relationship between the two of you. He walks you to every one of your classes, and insists on coming over to your house for study sessions, and while you don’t particularly dislike it, it is awkward, seeing him act so intimate even with no eyes watching.

But… this was all normal, right? He was just normalizing himself with his role, so there was nothing to concern yourself over. That’s what you chided to yourself whenever these moments occurred again and again, until one day, you accidentally brush hands with the male while trying to pass him some papers, and he practically jumps away from your touch. He doesn’t apologize afterwards, but you can see how he’s more cautious around you, sometimes catching his gaze lingering on you for far too long while a sheepish red creeps over his cheeks… and the way he glances at his own hand so gingerly is something peculiar all together.

However, none of that prepared you when the next week, the last day of the promised agreement, Xiao asks to talk to you. Alone.

“Xiao, what’s up?” He hasn’t spoken yet, and the silence is suffocating.

“Can we… not pretend any longer?”

And for a moment, everything seems to stop. Time itself halts as the only thing you can hear is your own shallow inhale and exhale. His voice cuts through the moment. “I’m tired of pretending, wanting something that isn’t mine. Something that I can never have.”

“Something… that can never be yours…?” It’s hard to speak, like something is in your throat, but you manage to.

“Yes. You.”

Ah, how could you not return his words when he gazes into your eyes with such adoration?

“...Xiao, it’s not entirely impossible.”

And the words that come out of your mouth aren’t lies, because you’ve felt the butterflies too. You wouldn’t think, a week prior, that you would’ve fallen for someone as distant as him, but the way he treated you so gently swayed your resolve. In a way, this outcome was inevitable.

Ha, but to think that Xiao, born from one of Liyue’s elite families, would confess to you like this, with such a flustered expression, eyes clouded with love?

“Ah… then, if that’s the case, you’ll allow me this, won’t you?”

There’s a hint of something strange in his tone, yet it’s left undeciphered as the male swiftly leans forward, one hand making its way behind you and keeping you steady as his lips meet yours. He’s pressed against you, close enough that you can feel his own heartbeats along yours, beating just as quickly. When he pulls away, one shaky hand manages to grab yours, grasp surprisingly strong.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to kiss you again.” ♥

"...Ah? Sorry, I think I heard something different. Could you repeat that?"

You don't think KAZUHA has ever looked more perplexed as he stares at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar as he tries his best to process your words. "So you..." His voice cracks, and he coughs into his fist. "You want me to be your fake boyfriend?"

"Just for one week..." You nod at his words, feeling a little awkward at your request. It wasn't too outlandish, was it? From the way Kazuha seems completely frozen, one would assume so... but it was a simple plan, even if it didn't work, it was worth trying, right?

It takes the white haired male a whole ten seconds to respond, which is already unusual in and of itself. He nods hesitantly, “I…I suppose I could.”

It surprises you how good of an actor he is, holding your hand without a second thought, inviting you out after school, waiting for you to pack up after classes and always following you to your next… sometimes you wonder if it’s even an act at all.

His touch seems too sincere, gaze too warm… and by the third day, your crush fades. Is it too hopeful to wish for something more in your relationship with Kazuha? Was it really so shameful? He treated you too tenderly to ignore, even if it was all just pretend… you wanted it to be real.

And maybe such thoughts were given an answer when, on a whim of carelessness, a small, folded up piece of paper fell from the male’s pocket as he waved goodbye, walking out of the classroom. Curious, you retrieved the paper, figuring you could give it back to him later… but you couldn’t resist just one peek. If it was really that private, he would’ve taken greater measures in ensuring its safety, wouldn’t he?

Ah, but what was written on the paper…well, to put it simply…

It was a poem, addressed to you. Professing his love, his adoration, his infatuation.

Words you were not meant to see, but ones you witnessed.

And when he comes to pick you up after class, wearing his usual serene smile, it’s almost as if you’re seeing him for the first time.

His crimson eyes seem to glitter when he spots you amongst the crowd, his entire expression brightening as he excitedly half-runs over with a slight flush on his cheeks. “There you are!” And just like always, he latches his hand upon yours, his grip comfortably tight.

Have his hands always been so warm?

“Dove, is something wrong?” The look of concern in his eyes is almost overwhelming. Something that can’t all just be a farce.

“Sorry.” Then, amidst the bustling crowd, you lean forward and give him a light peck on the cheek, pulling away as you watch his features grow slack with shock, cheeks reddening as he lightly squeezes your hand.

“W- Oh, does this mean…” His voice has gained a hopeful edge as a smile graces his lips. “C’mon dove, you missed. Here, let me show you how…”

And then he embraces you tightly, and you can feel his bashful warmth spreading into your body as his soft lips meet yours in the mere span of seconds, engulfing you with a sense of affection that you had never felt before.

“K-Kazuha… I…” It’s hard to get words out, with how loud your heart is beating in your ears - but there’s no need to, as the male shushes you with a smile playing on his lips.

“There’s no need to explain, I already understand. Besides, I was getting tired of playing pretend all the same.” ♥

"Haha, never expected to hear those words from you..."

HEIZOU looks rather calm, which is odd, about the entire situation, laughing quietly to himself before turning to you with a rather smug expression. "What, you want me to be your 'boyfriend' for a week?"

"Mhm..." You do suppose he's likely heard of stranger requests before, given the part-time detective work he does.

"Hmm..." Even though it seems like he's already made up his mind, he still playfully puffs out his cheeks, squinting his eyes at the distance as if that'll help his decision making skills in any way. "What'd I get in return, though?"

"...Eh? Uhm..." While Heizou was one of the more eccentric people you were acquainted with, you hadn't expected that he'd ask for something in return. "...A kiss?"

You were joking, but somehow, that made the male perk up. "Sure, sounds like a fair trade to me."

Well… if he was satisfied, then all was fine, right?

Except, with the promise of a kiss in tow, why does he seem so much more… full of vigor? That wasn’t natural, was it?

It’s easy to dismiss things you don’t see, but not when it’s clearly witnessed. Every little action he did, accompanied with a smirk, would be followed with a smug little something along the lines of, “I can’t wait for the kiss,” or “Your kiss will make this all worth it~!” And even whenever he loosely held your hand, he would glance at you and make a puckering motion with his lips.

At that point, calling his actions “normal” would just be lying to yourself.

“So, how’d it go?” Heizou glances up at you with tentative emerald eyes as you near him, something in his gaze that you can’t quite describe.

“All they said was ‘congrats on finding a partner.’” You sigh, slumping as you stand next to him, sliding down the wall before sitting on the floor, knees hugged to your chest. “I think they're dating someone else… ah, how could this be? I’ve had a crush on them for years, yet…” Another long sigh escapes your lips.

At the edge of your vision, you can see a certain male staring at you with a faint smile on his face, growing subtly wider with each word that leaves your mouth.

“Heh, seems like my love has run fresh out of fortune~!” His voice lilts, and you can hear the smirk residing in hsi tone as you flinch at the use of a petname. “Aw, it’s really too bad, isn’t it…” He’d almost look convincing if he wiped the jeering grin off his face.

“What are you…” Your voice trails off as Heizou sits on the ground next to you, mimicking your posture while placing his hand over yours.

“You promised me a kiss, didn’t you?”

Curses. That, you did.

“...Ah, were you serious about that?” You laugh awkwardly, but his expression doesn’t change.

“Were you not?” He counters instantaneously, his smug expression not budging an inch. “I never knew you were so unfaithful in keeping promises… I can’t help but feel disappointed.”

Then he pouts, eyes glimmering as he gives you the puppy eyes, albeit a little cursed. And just like that, you can feel your resolve shatter, crumpling like a piece of wet paper mache. An odd metaphor, but it seemed to fit the current predicament. With a groan of… embarrassment? Exasperation? You finally agree, grumbling, “Ah, let’s just get this over with.”

“Ready when you are~!”

Awkwardly… hesitantly, you lean forward, give him a light peck on the cheek, and retract as fast as humanly possible. Heizou only laughs at your antics, “You call that a kiss?”

“What, do you have any complaints?” You can’t help the snarky edge that makes its way into your voice.

“Perhaps a few.” The male smirks, scooching closer to you so that the two of you are uncomfortably close. “Why don’t I show you what a true kiss looks like?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer, he doesn’t have to - he just swiftly moves in, one hand on your chin as he moves your mouth onto his. You can feel the sneer against your lips as he engulfs you into one kiss, then another. It seems like an eternity before he pulls away, and when he does, your left panting, face flushed with red.

“Hah… I-” Archons, why did he look so handsome right now? With his slightly dishiveled burgundy hair that framed his face so immaculately, the way his spring eyes glimmered with the slightest hint of mischief, and the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards with a satisfied air.

“No need to thank me for my services, but if you’d like to repay me…” He recovers quicker than you do, his smile not flickering from his face, not even once.

“Why don’t you repay me with a date?” ♥

"Hahaha- oh. Wait, you aren't joking? Ugh, who do you take me for?"

The instant SCARAMOUCHE realizes you aren't jesting, his smile drops, and it's replaced with a look of absolute denial... or maybe it's repulsion?

Either way, he looks displeased, and his gaze towards you is one as if he's glaring at an annoyingly loud fly. Or maybe a worm, like he always likes to say to people he particularly dislikes, cursing "lowly worms" under his breath when he passes them in the hallways.

"Are you crazy? Delusional? Oh, I get it, you ate something weird." He lifts his eyebrow at you, frown deepening with every word. When he notices that you don't admit to any of them, his eyes go wide. "...You're being serious."

“Yes…?” The way he’s acting makes you nervous. “C’mon, please? Just for one week…”

“...How unfortunate… the way you’re acting so desperate is kind of disgusting… but if you insist…” Scaramouche glowers, but eventually loosens his expression. "Let's make it quick."

He's a bit of a strange boyfriend, to say the least, barely holds your hand, and when he does, it's only when people are around. He's not exactly polite in his affection either, whenever he's latched onto you, he'll stick his tongue out at anyone and all who passes by you two, giving any sort of strange look.

He may or may not tone his antics down if you ask him too, but likely not. Why should he give a shit about what you think, or what others think? He's stronger - if they want a fight, he'll give it to them.

And when your crush eventually never returns the jealousy you were wishing for, it's disappointing, to say the least, but the only words Scaramouche have to say about it are: "They didn't deserve you anyway, the fool."

...Wait, was he the one that sounded jealous, now?

Perhaps you were hearing things.

Except...

"Hey, the week's over, isn't it?" Scaramouche sounds disinterested, but the way his gaze is fixated on you says otherwise. "Our little 'dating scheme' is finally over." You note the slightest hint of remorse in his voice.

"So it is." You don't glance up at him, continuing to scroll through your homefeed.

"Does that mean we're dating for real now?"

"...What?"

He lets out a sound that's a mix between a laugh and a scoff. "You tell me."

"Aren't we, now that we aren't faking it anymore?" ♥

(a/n) oops i made heizou's part too long and scara's too short whoopsies

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im-a-literature-trash-baby · 2 years

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Dottore, Pantalone, Childe and Capitano headcanons with a Harbinger!Reader

Dottore

You have a hard time differentiating him and his clones from eachother

As soon as he realizes this, he starts playfully bullying you with every chance he gets, making your head dizzy with all the Dottores around you

He makes you guess which of them is the real him, but most of the time he isn’t even in the room or at least not in a visible place to you so you giving “him” a wrong answer is guaranteed

When you are finally face to face with the real Dottore you ask him to stop mocking you but he only laughs it off

He sees you as a little pet that he can play with whenever he’s bored, however, the moment someone or something else has your attention when he’s toying with you he gets angry an even jealous

‘Your confused and muddled face gives me so much joy, you have no idea. But if you have something else on your mind that just kills the fun. Come on, be present in the moment! Let me see as many reactions and expressions from you as possible! If you choose to obey me, I and my clones will reward you with the time of your life.’

Pantalone

When you go on a mission he makes sure you have some extra mora with you and, to your surprise, the amount of money you receive from him keeps growing slowly but surely

At first, you had no idea why he does this, but examining his behavior more closely you realized that he started to get more and more flirtatious and even touchy with every single mora he gave you

‘No need to buy me like that, Pantalone. Just simply ask for my company, I won’t refuse it.’

‘A beautiful lady like you should get something in exchange for sharing any of her charms with a man. And what would be the best currency for that if not money?’

You definitely don’t have to worry about mora after this conversation nor about getting no attention

He worships you in his own way, both inside and outside of the bedroom, and gets you anything that you wish for, you are his dearest after all

Childe

The moment you became a Harbinger he asked to duel you, which he lost

Since then he looks at you with adoration and makes sure to train hard so you can have another match

‘Why don’t we train together? I might be stronger than you but it’ll keep me in shape while you can develop your fighting abilities.’

You made him the happiest man in Teyvat with this question, no doubt

Get prepared for him going to you with a bright smile on his face each and every day

If you are currently in separate places he’ll make sure to write to you both about how his duties are going and how he misses you and fighting with you

These were the times when he first started thinking seriously about his feelings towards you

‘Do I miss her as a training partner or as a person?’

First, he shook the feeling off but the moment he got back from his mission and you greeted him with a big smile on your face he knew he had developed romantic feelings for you

Capitano

You saw him intimidating at first but little by little you learned how to get along with him well

You have great conversations over a cup of coffee or tea

You quickly realized that he gives the best advice when it comes to fighting so if you have any doubts before a mission you just go to him

At the beginning of your acquaintance, he thought you’ll be all over him all the time and annoy him (like Childe) however you made him feel the exact opposite of this

He loved your company, the way you talked, carried yourself

Not one time he had caught himself mindlessly staring at you in meetings, luckily due to his masks it wasn’t that oblivious

Except for you, because his intense staring was literally burning on your skin

When you ask him about these occasions he denies them, but if you flirt a little bit with him he might admit his actions, even the feelings behind them

‘I’ve never thought that a great man like you would feel this way for me, I’m flattered.’

‘Indeed, I’m great at many things’ he leaned to your ear ‘Both as a Harbinger and as a lover.’

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact il dottore #genshin impact pantalone #genshin impact childe #genshin impact capitano #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #il dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #capitano x reader #fatui x reader

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stagpdf · 3 months

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jegulus microfic, 1.2k words, explicit // trans james, collars, & fisting

“Oh you poor baby, I’m hardly three fingers deep in you and you already look gone,” Regulus taunts, angling his fingers just so and pressing into the spot that makes James see stars. When he doesn’t respond quick enough, eyes glazed over and looking miles away, Regulus gives a sharp tug on the leash. James finally looks back at him, confusion washing over his features like he doesn’t quite know what Regulus wants from him.

Regulus pulls his fingers out, ignoring the whimper James lets out at the loss, and moves to hover over him. Wrapping his hand around his neck, he says, “You’ve got to pay more attention to what I’m telling you, princess.” He punctuates the sentence by squeezing James’ throat, cutting off the blood flow to his head.

“S-sorry,” James chokes out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he relishes in the lightheadedness getting choked brings.

Admiring his squirming boyfriend for a moment, Regulus smiles as his eyes catch on the thick, black leather collar adorning James’ neck. It sits just below where his hand currently rests, looking so lovely against brown skin with the assortment of silver hardware and, of course, the tag dangling in the front which reads Property of R.A.B.—a rather nice touch if you ask him.

Finally releasing his grip, Regulus gently caresses James’ cheek as he tries to catch his breath.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks, taking note of how present James really is.

“Yes, please, need you—need more.” James begs, blinking his large, wet eyes up at Regulus as he does.

Regulus is only a man, how could he possibly say no to that?

He moves back down James’ body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Before pressing back inside James, he takes a moment to spread him open, get a good look at how absolutely soaked he is for Regulus.

Practically drooling at the sight he says, “God, you’re going to be absolutely fucking gaping soon.”

Without waiting for any sort of reply from James, Regulus uses one hand to hold down his hips, the leash still wrapped tightly around his hand, and the other slips three fingers back inside his cunt. James lets out a string of curses, unable to move away from Regulus’ assault as he holds him down and maintains a tight grip on the leash.

It’s not long before Regulus adds a fourth finger, making sure to stretch James open and prepare him for his whole hand. This wasn’t new for them, but every time threatened to entirely disarm Regulus, to make him lose his mind completely. He could hardly look away from the sight of his four fingers disappearing inside James, completely enthralled by the view.

“Reg—fuck, please—more. Want your whole hand.”

Regulus pulls his fingers out, pressing them together along with his thumb to form an almost cone-like shape. He positions his hand at James’ hole and checks in with him one last time.

“Ready, princess?” he asks, now rubbing soothing circles into James’ hip, “I know you can take it. Your greedy hole will swallow my hand right up.”

“Y-yes, yes Reg, please.”

James groans as Regulus starts to push in, throwing his head back and continuing to moan as he gets his whole hand in. After giving him a moment to adjust, Regulus starts to slowly push his hand in and out, watching in fascination as the entire thing disappears inside James, stretching him obscenely wide.

As if he wasn’t already loud enough, James’ whines only increase in volume as Regulus lays the leash to the side and presses small circles onto his clit. James’ thighs twitch like he was trying to close them but knows better than to do that.

“Good boy,” Regulus praises, increasing the speed of his thrusts, “Keep those legs nice and open for me, okay?”

“Close, ‘m close Reg,” James says, voice breathy and raspy from the strain he’s put on it.

“You can come whenever, Jamie.”

Only a few moments laters, James clenches down on Regulus’ hand, body jerking as he comes and tears leak from his eyes. His thighs continue to shake even as he starts to come down, looking completely out of it.

Regulus only pulls his hand out as James starts to whimper from oversensitivity. He brings his hand up to his lips, sucking two of his fingers into his mouth and groaning at the taste of pure James on his tongue.

He crawls back up James’ body, hovering over him and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, getting a soft smile in return.

Finally, Regulus catches James' eyes, and they look clear. Well, as clear as expected.

“You with me princess?”

“Mhm,” James responds, nodding, “Will you fuck me? Please?” He pouts up at Regulus, yet again using his big brown eyes to get his way. There will never be a time when Regulus develops an immunity—he’s only alive to serve James, to bend to his every will.

“Sure thing, Jamie.”

Regulus moves back into position, settling himself between James’ legs. He pushes open his thighs even more, eyes trained on the puffy, red hole sitting between them. Even in the time since Regulus’ hand had been in there, it’s still gaping, completely wide open.

“Fuck, look at you,” Regulus mumbles to himself, “Fucking stunning, all spread out and open just for me. Gonna fill you up like the slut you are.”

“Please.”

Regulus lines himself up, bottoming out in a single thrust. James is wet, and it’s a whole other feeling to be inside him once he’s been stretched open and is lax from his first orgasm. Already worked up from the fisting, Regulus is quick to set a brutal pace, knowing he isn’t going to last much longer.

He presses his fingers back onto James’ clit, wanting to bring him to another orgasm as well. Still oversensitive, James sobs at the contact, hands white-knuckling the sheets as he both tries to push himself further into Regulus’ fingers and fuck down onto his cock.

James falls over the edge quickly, clenching around Regulus’ cock and crying out. His body shakes with the orgasm, falling limp as it ends.

Regulus is soon to follow, groaning as he buries himself inside and fills James up. He throws himself onto James’ body, panting into his chest as he comes down.

For a few minutes, it’s just the two of them laying together catching their breaths, returning to reality. As James starts to shift, likely getting uncomfortable with the sweat and other fluids drying on them both. He whines as Regulus slips out of him, even doing it as gently as possible.

Regulus watches with rapt attention as the come leaks out of James’ cunt. He dips his fingers into it, bringing them up to James’ mouth for him to suck on. James moans happily at the intrusion, shutting his eyes as he cleans Regulus’ come off his fingers.

“You alright, James?” he asks once James is done, unhooking the leash from the collar and looking down at him with concern.

“Never better,” James slurs, a dopey grin taking over his features. “Clean me up please?”

“Of course, anything for you.”

#making my james gets fisted dreams come true #my writing #microfics #jegulus #james potter #trans james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus x james #james potter x regulus black #regulus black x james potter

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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request as ig a part 2 for this

reader inviting nat over so they can scissor in front of wanda and then they let wanda fuck them and then cum all over them😩

A guest

Pairings: Wanda maximoff x reader x Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 1379

Warnings: mommy kink, threesome, Wanda had a dick, scissoring, voyerisum, mentions of pegging, blowjobs, really bad writing tbh, think that’s all

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“So, what’s a fantasy of yours?” It was a random question, she wondered if she had heard you right. You two were laying naked in bed, 11:43 PM marked the clock resting on the nightstand.

“You mean like, sexually?” The way she said it like it was a bad word made you laugh, she was so cute. You nodded, resting your head on your hand and leaning down to get your face closer to her own.

“Yes, baby, what’s a sexual fantasy of yours?” She groaned, hiding her face in her pillow before she could even respond. You chuckled at her embarrassed state and tried convincing her to face you, now genuinely curious at what it might be.

“How about this, I tell you one of mine and you tell me one of yours.” She agreed and you prepared yourself for her reaction.

“Alright, ever heard of free use?” She listened intently as you described one of your dreams, using her whenever you pleased. She was blushing throughout the whole conversation, sex was never easy for her to talk about. She would always become a stuttering mess, you found it adorable.

“Okay, okay! Now, tell me one of yours.” She suddenly grew nervous once more, scared you would find her weird. You reassured her gently and she sighed before speaking up quietly.

“Well, I guess I’ve always liked the thought of having a threesome.” She expected you to laugh in her face or something, but you didn’t. You nodded along and paid attention to everything she said.

“Uhm, I guess I’ve always liked watching it on porn. It’s pretty hot.” She wished she could crawl into a hole and die, anything to avoid this moment.

“No need to be embarrassed, we all like different things.” She went into detail like you asked, explaining her fantasy in detail as you made a plan in your head. You wanted to give her what she asked for, and so you did.

The next day you invited your friend, Nat, out for dinner, only telling her you had something to discuss. You sat in the chair, seeing the woman out of the corner of your eye and calling her over. You stood up to give her a small hug, thanking her for coming as she sat across from you.

“So, what’s up?” Before you could say anything, your waitress came over, putting down your orders and assuring you they’ll be done as soon as possible.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, no shit.” You chuckled and looked down nervously, feeling hands grasp your own. You moved your head back up as your knee bounced lightly under the table. You were hoping she’d say yes, it would be unbelievably awkward if she didn’t.

Two days later and it was a Friday night, Nat and you sat on your living room couch while you waited for your girlfriend to arrive home from work. Your shirt had already been removed along with her jacket, her mouth placed on yours as you two desperately made out. Her hands roamed your body and she smirked against you when hearing Wanda call out your name.

“Babe! I’m hom- oh.” You looked in her direction, Nat’s lips moving to your chest as your bra was discarded. You signaled her to come forward, her mouth still wide open in shock. At first, she thought she had walked in on you cheating. But that night plagued her mind. You wouldn’t be telling her to join you if you were in fact cheating. So, she did what you asked and sat next to you, putting her suit coat on top of her lap to hide her growing bulge.

You straddled Nat’s thigh and thrusted against her, her hands going to rest on your hips. Wanda gulped and palmed herself, hiding the small moan that tried to escape her. Nat leaned back, smirking at your girlfriend before speaking,

“What is it, Wanda? You upset because I fuck your little girlfriend better than you do?” She whimpered, her hand under her pants as she stroked herself. You stared into her eyes, watching as she lowered her gaze to Nat’s leg which was occupied by your rocking.

“You like that, baby? You like watching me get fucked by my friend?” She nodded, a small feeling of jealousy filling her body when she saw Nat sucking on your tits. She wanted to be the one doing that, the one causing you pleasure.

Your pants were thrown off in a haze, standing up only to sit back down on her lap in an instant. You both let out a small groan as your bare cunts made contact with one another. Wanda stood up, trailing closer to the scene as she stood next to you.

“Mommy?” Her clothes soon joined the small pile on the ground as she stood nervously with her hands behind her back, Nat gave her a calming smile. Your mouth made its way to her throbbing length covered in pre-cum. You moaned around her and felt fingertips resting on your chin, being pulled off of her to kiss your friend. Wanda’s juices exploded on Nat’s taste buds, she leaned back just to let out a loud moan.

“You taste so good, Wands.” Her cheeks turned a rosy red while you and the woman below you shared a look. Your hips started a slow rhythm, your wet cunt slipping against hers. Your mouth placed itself back onto Wanda, kissing around her cock before taking her in your mouth. Nat’s hands found their way to your tits once more, pinching and teasing the buds.

Wanda couldn’t help the noises that left her, the heat of your mouth getting to her. Her head was thrown back as your pace caused you to go up and down on her length, Nat watched with a darkened gaze. Wanda shyly moved her hands to your hair and pulled gently, causing a groan to escape from deep within you.

“Fuck Y/N! You feel so good!” Nat moaned out loudly, slapping your ass repeatedly. Red marks lined your bottom, her harsh force causing you to go faster. Wanda has never seen this side of you, so…submissive? You were always the one in charge of her, but here you were, letting your friend whore you out.

“That’s it, Y/N, suck her dick. Doing so good for me.” She muttered out under her breath, feeling her coil tightening.

“M-mommy, I need to-” Before she could finish, warm liquid filled your mouth, some dribbling down your face to your neck. Nat took a long lick up your exposed chest, humming at the taste.

“Fuck! Y/N, cum with me, baby. Fucking cum!” Her hands traveled back to your hips, guiding you to speed up your already fast pace. Squelching noises were heard throughout the room. Wanda watched you two intently, her breath still uneven.

“I’m cumming, Natty! Fuck, cum on my pussy, please!” And she did, you both did. Your words triggered her orgasm as you squirted onto her cunt. Wanda was shocked, a pang of jealousy hitting her once more knowing that Nat was the first to make you finish that hard.

“Shit! Such a good little girl for us, you did so well.” You blushed at the praises before turning your attention back to Wanda, beckoning her to join you two. She sat down, you and Nat cornering her on each side. It was like you read Wanda’s mind as you straddled her lap, teasing the head of her length over your entrance. Suddenly, you pulled her down with you, making her tower over you as if she was in charge. Her focus was entirely on you now, not noticing Nat strapping something on her hips. As she slowly entered you, fluttering her eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clamping around you, she felt something prodding at her backside. When she tried to look behind her, you pulled her face towards your own to give her a sloppy kiss.

“Now, Wanda, Y/N here told me you’ve never been pegged?” She nodded slowly, fear filling her body. You leaned back to look into her green eyes, biting your lip as you chuckled softly.

“Surprise, baby.”

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pinkcherryblossom18 · 3 months

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Selene

Oliver Quick x Reader

TW: Stalking, Implied murder, Implied suicide, Implied sexual intercourse, Major character death, Blood drinking, Oliver is a Creep as pure schedule.

Word Count: 1.9k

Oliver watches and calculates. That’s what he does; that's who he is but something is wrong when he looks at you. Something wrong in the way that he thinks—he can’t think. He can’t calculate and he knows that it’s your fault but he can still put this in his favor. He can still work this because you’re like the rest of them. A dog sleeping belly up, unaware of the snake nearby waiting to attack, to bite and give you every ounce of venom that he possesses.

It starts slow, an invasion that you can’t see because why would you? Oliver has watched you closely enough to know that you won’t see it coming because you’re always distracted. Reading, work, friends, parties that only people like you can get invited to because you’re around the right people. It’s something that shocked him when he started to research and observe you like some kind of tame animal a butcher is preparing for the slaughter. You’re not rich, the daughter of an American farmer and waitress who got hired at Saltburn by pure luck when you were eight. You grew up beside Felix and his sister, Venetia, for eleven years, only a year younger than Felix himself but perfect age for people like him. You know work, he’s seen your computer, full of files for Felix’s family that you work on like their personal assistant.

You won’t notice him because he won’t let you. He accomplishes such a thing slowly, methodically he starts at the root. Felix is sweet and he’s been looking for another pet project so Oliver makes sure that they meet. It was almost too easy to place that pin in his bike tire that Oliver had almost laughed while doing it. The Sun God Helios shined above him but all he could focus on was Selene who stood so beautifully in the moonlight that she herself was. Felix had waved him over, welcoming him into his little group of snobs and bootlickers who dimmed when compared to yourself who was typing quickly on your phone, ignoring all those around you. Oliver had found his seat right next to your own and froze when you smiled at him, shimmering silver meeting the cold blue of his eyes but he couldn’t look away until you did, blinking himself back into the reality of it all.

It had been a few sips into his second drink when you finally put down your phone, saying goodnight Mrs. Catton who was temporarily done with your services. You sighed and stretched, flinching when Felix jokingly poked your ribs. You glared at him and Felix only chuckled and went back to his friends, leaving behind his little servant to face the more socially inferior servants of his. Then your phone dinged and you groaned. “Do you mind if I take a sip?” You asked him, pointing at his glass of coke and rum. “I just really need a drink.”

He is frozen for a moment and Oliver isn’t sure if it’s part of his mask or not. “Uh sure,” he says after a moment. You smile at him and take his glass, sipping on the drink before placing it back down. He’s about to ask for your name—which he already knows by heart along with your middle name, last name and your parents names—when you take a nearby napkin and wipe the rim which is slightly smudged by your lipgloss. The sheepish smile you give him afterward sends his heart a fluttering and more plans and fantasies building up by the ton. He sticks out his hand toward you, a friendly enough gesture that you won’t know that all he wants is just to touch your skin. “I’m Oliver,” he whispers, like it’s a secret among people who like to scream from the heavens.

It goes from there after you give him your name. It's a sweet little thing, your name, as it falls from his lips. It was like it was made to be upon your lips and he takes every possible opportunity to say it. He says it the most whenever he’s in your dorm, studying, talking or just laying around in blissful silence. He strains to be in your bed, he has been multiple times but he wishes to be in it at night, asleep and with you in his arms. Watching as your chest rises and falls, your mouth part lets out small snores but he considers it a win whenever he watches you through your open window—it's an issue that he’s been trying to get you to fix but he hasn’t been trying that hard.

Felix is good enough as an excuse, the boy has found him to be a good little pet so far, always trailing behind, taking his scraps. Like Annabel, a product of Felix’s rendezvous and he takes that with a hint of alcohol and the intoxicating smell of perfume. He would have fucked her with your name on his lips had she not left, angry that she could’t use Felix’s charity as a way to get back at him. Will he be jealous? No. Neither of them are important enough to him for Felix to even feel a lick of jealousy.

Oliver knows what does make him jealous. What he can’t stand and what strains their relationship before he tried to step out of his shadows of a hidden servant and try to clean up Felix’s room. It starts out subtle. Small questions of where he was or where you were but Oliver feels a certain satisfaction at the pout, the furrowing of eyebrows or the small clenching of fists when either of you respond saying that you were with each other. Felix tries to keep you away from him but you always respond when he calls or texts because that’s who are. A people pleaser, a simple servant to any who call for you—it’s another thing that he’s planning on getting you out of but not know, not while he benefits off of it so much.

You stand with him, holding his arm, when he tosses the rock for his dad into the lake. Dead, that's what he told Felix to get him back into his good graces, and Felix believed him because why wouldn’t he? Oliver came to him in tears and an opening for a savior. You believed him because of his tears and because you know what losing a parent is like. Two years ago your father died from drugs, his now did as well. Sympathy is a better way into someone's heart than pity is.

It’s you who greets him after he passes his exams. Felix is right beside you but your arms are the first ones around him. He holds on tight and breaths you in with sharp inhales and stops breathing when you peck his cheek. Your lips are light against his cold skin and he feels heat all over when you pull away and Felix takes him in his arms. It doesn’t feel right but the gateway is presented to him and he takes it with great certainty of what he wants. What he will get.

You're in his dorm room helping him pack for Saltburn, rambling about everything there and everything that it contains like he doesn’t already know all of that. But he likes listening to you because you don't talk much, never have the time to. “You’ll love it, I know you will,” you tell him while folding one of his shirts. “There's this maze that is great to walk through at night because it's like the moon is always there, just watching you like the Cattons placed it there. Wouldn’t be surprised if they actually did.” You laugh and shake your head, not noticing that all he’s doing is watching you, barely even helping you pack his own belongings.

Oliver can agree with you about the maze, it’s eerie at night but he finds that the moon hangs just right and its light is placed just right so that the shadows stay on his side. You take nightly walks in the maze, wandering around and going through the deadends so that you can relax against the prickly shrubbery and just sit. Sitting and thinking is all that you do in the deadends and Oliver can watch you forever while you do just that.

Another one of his favorite spots is the pool because that is when you smile the most out in the shine of the sun because even the Goddess of the Moon deserves to lay in the sun every once in a while. He watches you laugh with Venetia and make jabs at Farleigh while Felix sticks to your side like an awaiting master who stands patiently for his dog to make a mistake when they mess up. You never do though, Elspeth he estimates, has already beaten that out of you.

But his absolute favorite spot in the entirety of Saltburn is your bed, not as hard as the one at Oxford but not as soft as his own guest room bed is and you both like to lay down on his bed sometimes and talk like you did in Oxford. It’s the late nights that have no curfew that drive him to become bolder, to trace his fingers across your face and press his thumb against your bottom lip, driving down. You stare at him while he does this, waiting for him to make the move and follow his eyes with your own doe eyed ones, decisions are not something you make by yourself and he’ll take advantage of that at the moment—later he’ll make you more independent but just enough for everyone else not him.

Felix freaks when he finds out the truth just like he had when he found Oliver in your bed with his head between your thighs, hand in his hair pressing him into you further. Unlike then, he wasn’t happy about the reveal because this wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to find out this way—ever actually. Felix doesn’t tell you about what happened which is a blessing in itself and so Oliver seeks comfort in you and wraps himself around your body. It’s anger that leads him to grabbing you roughly and taking what he wants—what is his.

His birthday party is a blast, filled with life with people he doesn’t know but the Cattons and a few others from Felix’s friend group who still had an animosity with him for a reason that separates him completely from them all. You included. Even though you don’t have money, you're close enough to Felix that it all rubs off on you in their eyes. You’re so far away but close enough to the sun but so was Icarus.

Felix dies with a horrible ease because even in death he has to go gracefully. Oliver finds you after he's shed his tears and crosses a name off of his list. The birthday present that you give him fills him up more than watching—having a hand in—Felix’s death ever could. You hold him throughout the rest of the night and he holds you in the morning when you see Felix's body, your own crumbling like a piece of paper and falling into his arms.

Death isn’t something you could ever handle, with your dad, Felix and then Venetia, he could only watch as you died next. Your blood is a drink that he has never tasted before but he can’t help but dip his fingers in it and revel in. It’s a delicacy that one could only come by once in a lifetime. So he watches you die and feasts upon your delicacy like a wolf upon an unsuspecting doe.

#oliver quick x reader #oliver quick #saltburn

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cherrieflavouredheadcanons · 1 year

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Heyy I hope you’re okay! May I ask for anything sweet and a little nsfw for fukuzawa x reader?

Thanks in advance!

Of course! Ever since season 4 i started simping for him so I’m glad someone already sent in requests for him! I didn't really know what you wanted so I just went with really sweet smut headcanons. They are more fluff then smut so I hope you enjoy them anon!

CW: 18+, Vanilla sex, praise kink, Fukuzawa is a full on giver in this, its honestly just really sweet.

Reader is gender neutral and no genital parts are mentioned

Sweet Fukuzawa smut headcanons

First things first: This man is a soft dom.

Your pleasure is his top priority, he won’t even think of cumming himself before he hasn’t gotten you to orgasm at least twice.

Now his sex drive is not that high so sex between the two of you is not a thing he needs that often, but of course he loves and enjoys it whenever it happens and makes sure that both of you get the most out of it.

Whenever you get naked in front of him he looks at you like you hung the stars and it makes you feel like the most desired person.

His eyes are so full of the love he feels and his touches convey it as well.

Being with Fukuzawa means that you basically do not even have a chance to feel insecure and inadequate.

Kisses are pressed along your body, taking extra attention to whatever parts you may feel insecure about, making sure that you know that he loves them with all his heart.

When preparing you to take him, he is gentle, making sure you are lubed up enough as he keeps pressing kisses wherever he can reach.

Between those kisses Fukuzawa tells you the sweetest praise you ever heard, and with just one look at him you know that he believes everything he is saying which just makes you enjoy everything more

Now during these sweet moments he prefers to go slow, not wanting to overwhelm you and wanting to treasure each and every moment.

When he pushes in you he makes sure to intertwine your fingers with his, kissing you as he does so, swallowing the moans that escape your lips with his own.

His pace is slow and gentle, thrusting into you just at the right speed to make you see stars and moan out his name.

Of course during all of this his praise for you never stops.

“ You are taking me so well darling.”

“God you’re perfect for me’”

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

These are just some of the praises he whispers into your ear as he keeps thrusting into you.

When you come he encourages you to be as loud as possible. “Come on my sweet darling, I want to hear you.”

After you have orgasmed he keeps rocking into you so he can finish as well, all while kissing along your neck, though when Fukuzawa comes he can’t hold himself back and bite your neck slightly as if to mark you.

Once you both come down from your respective highs, he makes sure you are okay and fully enjoys yourself.

Of course he will clean you off and bring you anything you need or want, his aftercare is the best in all of Yokohama

(I could go into full detail for it but I feel like that would be too much for now lol)

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #fukuzawa yukichi #fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa yukichi x reader #fukuzawa smut #bsd fukuzawa #bsd fukuzawa x reader #yukichi fukuzawa #fukuzawa headcanons #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanon #fukuzawa yukichi bsd

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scoopsahoy · 1 year

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hey renee! I know you haven't been active for a little bit but whenever you do come back i have a fanfic request. maybe something where you and eddie have been dating in secret because your parents are stuck up and care about their reputation, but they find out and make you break up with him. but you love each other so much that you wanna get married someday. then he shows up at your house and the two of y'all fuck and it's so gentle and loving. preferably from a woman's pov. thanks!

ぺ word count ⋰ 2.6k

✰ tw ⋰ none :)

❍ cw ⋰ swearing, sex + fingering, top!reader, dirty talk, oral (female receiving)

✐ masterlist

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It’d been a long week in Hawkins without Eddie. The two of you thought you did a good job of hiding your relationship and being as secretive as possible, but you’d gotten caught by your mom, who walked in on you on top of him in just your bra and underwear.

Considering you had to keep your relationship from them, you weren’t surprised that you got yelled at for being with him, despite both of you being twenty years old. They had always been concerned with their social standing, and they didn’t like that he lived in a trailer, that he had tattoos and long hair, that he listened to rock music and played electric guitar, or that he didn’t get straight A’s. They told you in front of him that if their daughter was dating someone “like him”, it would destroy their reputation.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You’d never felt this way about anyone, and the two of you had even talked about your future and possibly getting married which, for him, was a big deal. He’d said a few times that he’d been mostly against marriage for himself, believing it to be an unnecessary and stupid method to profess your love for someone and that it was something he was never interested in until he met you.

And, unbeknownst to you, he’d even gotten his grandmother’s ring and kept it in his sock drawer until just the right moment. The two of you were only twenty, so he had plenty of time to pop the question, but he wanted to be prepared.

Driving home with your passenger seat empty had been a strange feeling all week. Eddie was usually there, air-guitaring along to whatever song was playing on the radio or cassette he chose, usually Metallica.

But he wasn’t in your passenger seat tonight. Instead, he’d spent all week in bed, which concerned his uncle Wayne. He’d been broken up with by the woman who made his heart skip a beat when he thought of her, or who made him want to cry with pure love.

And he decided that this relationship wasn’t over just because your parents were more concerned about their public image than their daughter’s happiness. He knew that your parents worked the night shift and that you were the only one home, meaning that he wouldn’t have to confront them if he showed up.

So he took a deep breath before jumping in his van and speeding over to your house.

You were folding clothes on your bed when you heard the front door open and shut, assuming it was one of your parents coming home early from work. You wiped the tears staining your cheeks and hoped to avoid a long, self-preserving conversation with one of them.

Your door opened and you heard footsteps enter the room a few seconds before the door shut again.

“If you’re here to tell me that this is what’s best for the family and that you only did this to protect me, I’m not interested,” you stated as you put a shirt on a hanger.

“No, I’m not here for that.”

You turned around to see Eddie standing there, his hands in his pockets. You could tell that he’d also been crying, something he didn’t do much of.

“Eddie,” you whispered. You looked at each other for a moment before you turned back around, continuing to work on the pile of clothes. In your normal voice, you said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

He couldn’t see your face, but he continued talking. “I know.” He slowly began walking over to you, stopping when he was a few feet away.

“We can’t see each other anymore.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

You hesitated. “Trust me. I know.”

“Y/N… I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“This. Break up. Neither of us wants this.”

“Yeah, well, my parents give more of a shit about what the public thinks about them than what I want. Just like when I was growing up and they would buy me stupid expensive clothes and gifts for my birthday and holidays instead of the ones I wanted so they could pretend they were rich. It wasn’t for me, and it wasn’t even for them. It was for everyone else, to impress them. And now they’re trying to control who I’m with so they can impress everyone else.”

“You’re an adult. You can decide who you’re with.”

“It’s not that simple, Eddie.”

“Why not?”

You shook your head. “It just isn’t.”

He moved closer, placing his hands on your upper arms. You froze, dropping the pair of jeans you were folding.

He turned you around and lifted your chin to make you look into his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I fell in love with you as soon as I met you. When you helped me find my class freshman year. You remember that?” You nodded. “What about when you invited me over to eat lunch with you because we were both alone? Remember that?”

“Yeah. I remember.” Your voice was quiet now, almost apologetic. “I remember all of it.”

“What about when you recruited members for Hellfire?” You nodded. “And you helped me really understand how to play Dungeons & Dragons?”

“I remember.”

“Me too. I remember all of it like it was yesterday. I remember realizing I was in love with you even though I swore I would never fall in love. I thought love was dumb and for people who settled. But you changed my mind. You did that. You singlehandedly changed my opinion on love and marriage and all that sappy shit. And now all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with you.”

You gripped his face with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss, feeling a tear drip down your cheek. His hands landed on your back and drew your torso in closer to him. You kissed him for a few more seconds before pulling away, putting a few inches between the two of you.

His expression turned sad, his eyes growing gentle.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I just… I can’t.” You slowly spun back around, wiping your cheek. You crossed your arms, letting out a silent sob and sniffling. “You should go.” It felt like someone stuck a dagger through your heart as you said that, and it only made you cry harder.

He closed the gap between you, his hands gently gripping your sides.

“I’ve known you for a few years now, and I know when you’re lying.”

He was right. Your words told him to leave, but your heart yearned for him, and it felt like it would beat out of your chest.

He pulled the hair off of your left shoulder and pressed his lips to your neck. Your eyes automatically shut as you let out a shaky breath. Instinctively, you laid your head back on his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around you, the palm of one of his hands laid flat against your ribs, the other laid flat above your belly button. Your arms settled on top of his and you gripped them by his wrists.

“Eddie,” you whispered, almost in a moan. His kisses trailed up to your jaw, and then to your cheek. “Please.”

You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but he seemed to know. His right hand reached down to untie the drawstring of your shorts before slipping inside of them, and you let out a soft gasp as his fingers pressed to the spot where you needed his touch the most.

Your hips bucked backward, your ass pressing into his crotch. One of your hands gripped the arm around your ribs, and the other held onto the one whose hand was in your pants.

Your jaw slowly dropped and your breath quickened as he continued kissing your neck. His fingers were moving slowly, almost too slow. It made your entire body feel like it was on fire, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, grinding into his hand. “Faster, please. I need- shit. I need you to go faster.”

He pulled his hand away and you pouted for a few seconds before he spun you around. His hands slid to the backs of your thighs and he picked you up, and your legs wrapped around him. He lowered you down onto the bed, swiping his hand into the laundry, sending most of it flying onto the floor.

You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the same direction as the other clothes. His lips immediately attached themselves to your chest and left wet kisses on your skin. He hooked his fingers under your shorts and pulled them and your underwear off in one move, dropping them somewhere on the floor. You scooted up the bed and rotated so your head laid on the pillow and he could also lay comfortably.

He kissed up your inner thighs, his hands gripping the tops of them. The closer he got to your clit, the more the lack of friction made you want to scream.

You knew he knew how to tease you, but right now all you wanted was him.

The second he touched his tongue to the oh-so-sensitive bud, you melted under him. You shakily moaned and closed your eyes, throwing your head back.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

One of your hands reached down and tangled itself in his hair, and the other held onto one of his. He stared up at you, watching you writhe in pleasure.

He always loved eating you out, and had even told you that it was his favorite thing to do to you. He loved being able to make you feel so good with just his mouth, and he really loved seeing you after three or four orgasms when you were in a state of euphoria and how much you soaked the bedsheets.

So he was a little bit surprised when you stopped him.

“I need you inside me,” you begged. “Please.”

You sat up slightly as he stripped and turned over to reach into your nightstand, pulling out a condom and opening it for him. He wasted no time sliding it on and positioning himself above you, sliding his cock over your clit a few times. He kissed you deeply and you moaned into his mouth as he slowly pressed into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep his mouth on yours. One of his hands gripped your thigh and squeezed it tightly, keeping your hip bent to give him deeper access.

You didn’t lose your virginity to Eddie. You lost it to a boy in your geometry class sophomore year of high school when he came over to study with you for a test. It was underwhelming, to say the least, and it made you nervous to have sex again.

But with Eddie, it came naturally. He didn’t push you to have sex the first time, instead letting you initiate it. And it wasn’t that long into your relationship. He’d driven the two of you out to the woods in a spot with a clearing where he liked to go smoke sometimes and watch the sunset.

You kissed him at one point and didn’t stop, eventually in his lap in the driver’s seat. You accidentally blew the horn and suggested you move it to the back of his van, where he had some blankets and pillows laid out.

You didn’t expect it to be as nice as it was, but he paid attention to you and what you wanted. And he lasted much longer than the first boy.

You whimpered Eddie’s name in his ear and he grunted, still kissing your neck. The interrupted stimulation from him eating you out made you extra sensitive, and you could tell that you weren’t going to last much longer.

And when he began thrusting faster, you couldn’t help your pussy from squeezing him tightly.

“Shit,” he moaned, the extra tightness making his hips falter for a few seconds.

He picked up speed again and the bedframe began hitting the wall, but you could barely hear it over the sound of your blended moans and skin slapping against skin.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the feeling of him fingering you. He usually didn’t do this unless he was about to cum and you hadn’t yet, or unless he wanted you to cum more than once before him.

“Are you close?” you asked in a strained voice.

“No, I just want you to.”

Your heels pressed into the backs of his thighs as your right hand gripped his shoulder tightly. His fingers traced circles as quickly as possible and you felt like you couldn’t breathe as your orgasm built quickly.

He stopped kissing your neck and looked at you. “Cum for me, baby,” he commanded. He watched your expression change as you quickly went over the edge as your entire body trembled and your eyebrows contorted upward.

You were practically screaming as he fucked you through your orgasm, your nails pressing into his skin. He made sure to drag it out until you came down from your high, slowing down to a complete stop.

He looked at you with a smile on his face, chuckling when you opened your eyes. You were both short of breath, but you pulled him down to kiss him.

A few seconds later, he began thrusting again, but you rolled him over so you could be on top. He scooted both of you backward so he could sit back against the wall.

He gripped your hips tightly as you began to bounce quickly on him. You leaned down and kissed him, holding his face where it was. You both kept your eyes shut and moaned into each others’ mouths.

“God,” he grunted. His fingertips were pressed into your skin and his grip began to strengthen.

He usually finished faster when you were on top, and you could tell his was getting close.

“That’s it,” you whispered. “You gonna cum?” He nodded quickly, his moans getting even louder. “Cum for me, Eddie.”

You kept your foreheads together and he closed the gap between your bodies, holding you tightly. He thrust his hips into you as you bounced, shakily moaning as he released into the condom.

Neither of you moved for a moment, but you panted in tandem with each other. Once he calmed down a bit, he kissed you gently.

“I love you,” he said tiredly. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

You pulled yourself off of him and he stripped the condom off, tossed it in your trash can next to your bed, then grabbed a tissue to clean himself off.

You sat in front of him and pulled your knees into your chest. You just looked at each other and he smiled.

“At least nobody walked in on us this time,” you said.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Silence for a few seconds.

“What are you staring at me for?”

He shook his head with a small smile. “Move in with me.”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Move in with me. You can bring all your stuff.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Don’t you have to ask your uncle?”

“He told me to ask you. He likes you a lot.”

You smiled, getting up on your knees and crawling over to him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

You kissed him. “I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah.”

Within a few seconds, you were on your back with Eddie showering you with kisses.

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Since you did latina can you do arab that would be so cute plsss i love your fics its my favourite fics i have ever read

AHAH IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!!! *crackles knuckles and rolls neck* it’s my time to shine.

This list has a special place in my heart since I’m Arab. Idk why I didn’t do this sooner but….

here is a list of things I think would happen if Bucky dated an Arab!reader

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

1. He would absolutely terrified of your mom and aunts.

You would warn him about them before you brought him home for the first time but nothing could prepare him for awaited him. The moment you stepped foot inside, your mom and aunt were upon him, touching, poking, grabbing, everything. They were all over him as he looked at you with wide eyes that begged to help him. You tried but your mom hit your hand with a sharp “khalas” as she leads him into the kitchen. Your dad is useless and backs away with his hands up when you look to him for help.

“Mami, bi sharafak. Give him some breathing room,” you gently demand as to not turn her attention to you.

Bucky’s gentle smile and even kinder eyes warrant even more commotion from the herd of women around him. They finally let him go after thoroughly interrogating him about everything under the sun and he instantly finds you. Wrapping his arm around you and pressing a kiss to your hair, he whispers to you that you’re not allowed to ever leave him alone with them again. When you ask him why, all he mumbles is something along the lines of “some many questions and the touching.”

“Food?” You ask as a peace offering and he happily accepts it.

2. Whenever he’s around you, he literally doesn’t stop complimenting you.

Maybe it’s your perfume, maybe it’s the way you style your hair, or maybe it’s your outfit that day. No matter what, he is ALWAYS complimenting you.

You have about 40 bottles of perfume but there are few that he loves more and will ask if you can wear them more often. At first, he would just casually mention that he liked how you smelled that day but the longer you’re together, the more obvious he is about it. He goes from asking if you can wear the gold one to straight up picking your perfume out for the day. It’s become a little routine at this point; when you’re getting dressed, he’ll pick something out and help you put it on. You’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself but it’s an excuse to have him close and to feel his hands on you. His favorite and the one he picks the most is the one that your mom got you as a graduation gift. You asked him one day why he liked it so much and he told you that it was what you wore the day you two met. That and it smells like “oranges and summer.”

Bucky is OBSESSED with your hair, maybe more than your perfume collection. It’s usually blown out and styled so he can’t touch it but it’s all over when you leave it natural. Of course he’s a gentleman and will ask if it’s okay to play with it before fully twisting his hand into your curls. They’re almost like a fidget toy for him; he’ll toy with a curl when you’re cuddling on the couch. If you’re in public, he’s gently massaging the base of your neck and playing with the little ringlets that live there. If you need to wash it, he’s right there with all of your products in hand. If you need to put it up, he’s already behind you and gathering your hair for you.

3. If you’re Muslim, he would try so hard to understand your religion.

I genuinely don’t believe that Bucky knows anything about Islam prior to meeting you. It’s possible he met a few Muslims in the 30s and 40s since he lived in Brooklyn but he knows nothing about Islam.

To put it mildly, America is a very interesting place when it comes to the Middle East and Islam and a lot of the information he gets at first is contradictory. When he learns that you’re Arab and also Muslim, he tries to do as much research as he can but ends up getting pissed off and stops. He’s not frustrated due to a lack of understanding, he’s livid that new sources are allowed to say whatever they want and no one stops it.

The following convo is just one example of when this happens:

Aside from wanting to never use the internet again, he’d take the time to sit down and talk to you about your different holidays so when they come around so that he understands what’s going on. He’d buy an English translation of the Qur'an so he can read with you. You’ve offered to read yours in English but he’s adamant that he wants his own. It’s adorable really.

I think he would try really hard to learn Arabic so that he can understand Islam better but it’s a very diffcult language to master. What’s even cuter though is watching him study a word and you can see those big beautiful blue eyes scan it over and over again as he thinks about how to say it. You don’t even try to help him as you sit back and shamelessly watch him. Your Arabic lessons usually end with him whispering “تقبرني” (taqburni) against your lips.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #Arab reader #Arab reader x Bucky #Arab!reader x Bucky #request #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel

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Gwynriel Weeks Day 6

For this day of @gwynrielweeksofficial I would like to propose, in addition to a subversion of the usually male-driven realization of the mating bond, also a possible friendship between Gwyn and Elain. I hate when authors pit women against each other for the sake of a man, and both characters, who I find could get along extremely well, are very dear to me, so I hope you could enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it (on company time, so please don’t be mad if you find some mistakes).

Prompt: Mates

Words: 1021

Gwyn had never been very interested in the concept of mates before meeting Elain. Nesta's younger sister, but not the youngest of the Archerons, had the High Lord himself take her to the library to find out more about what could happen in case she decided to reject the bond tethering her to Lucien Vanserra and stayed at the House for a few nights, waking up early in the morning and going to bed late at night, her lovely button nose buried in the pages and her back bent over countless books. At first, Gwyn hadn’t approached her. Something had happened between the lady and Azriel, and although she had no right to be jealous, she had felt a note of annoyance at the idea. She had felt guilty, because the priestesses had taught her not to be possessive, and childish, since Azriel didn’t look at her like that, but in the end curiosity and kindness had won, and when Elain had asked her for help, they ended up chatting. She was different from how she had imagined her, not a warrior in the physical sense of the word, but a resilient creature, still torn between her mortal and Fae selves.

“I shouldn’t bore you with this nonsense,” she told her one afternoon, over a cup of hot tea. But Gwyn wasn’t bored, on the contrary, the more she listened, the more she understood about herself too. She had suffered a little when she saw her leave, declaring that her mind was clearer but she still needed to think before deciding, but she soon rejoiced when she saw her return, a basket full of apple and cinnamon biscuits, which she had told her were her favourites.

“I’ve realized I can’t choose if I don’t leave the Night Court’s comfort zone. Here every time I meet him I’m monitored, with Rhysand and Feyre watching my every move and Nesta and Azriel ready to slit his throat at the slightest hint of discomfort on my part. They don’t seem to understand ours isn’t a normal bond, and before establishing a relationship there will be moments of sadness to face together, embarrassing conversations that will have to be had in order to figure out if we want to continue in that direction, and maybe some mistakes will be necessary too to make things right,” she had said once they were alone.

“So you mean to leave?” Gwyn had asked, and unexpectedly she felt her heart tighten in her chest at the idea of losing her.

“Not permanently,” her new friend had replied, “and whenever I will return, I will come here to tell you about my travels and ask if you would like to join us. Rhysand would be thrilled to know that in addition to two emissaries, one of his spies would have free access to all Courts.”

Gwyn had blushed at that implication, she was still in the midst of her training and no one should know about it, but Elain had mentioned it so casually she had probably seen her succeed in one of her visions. They had never talked much about her powers, except when she told her she had seen images of her and her mate together, making her not particularly surprised when, on the third or fourth visit, she announced with a beaming expression that she had accepted the bond.

“I prepared a great dinner, and forced him to eat everything like a civilized being before approaching me,” she had told her, and they had laughed at the matter, exchanging the recipes mentioned and whispering like little girls who feared being caught discussing something forbidden when the details of the frenzy became obscener. Gwyn had never spoken that way to Emerie and Nesta, who knew what had happened to her in Sangravah, but she still found it refreshing, and it helped her delve into some of the more suggestive reading that her friends had never recommended to her. Not that she didn’t talk with Nesta about her relationship with Cassian, but the Lord of Bloodshed and her fellow Valkyrie were more tumultuous, caught up in constant bickering that ended in wild, noisy sex. It was a different bond, because they were different people than Elain and Lucien, all properness and secrecy, but they made her curious about other mated couples. The most obvious was the relationship between the High Lord and Lady, a connection based on sharing: he was part of her, they spoke telepathically, they flew together with those special wings only they possessed and they had a death pact, to go down the road to death at the same time. A little codependent, for Gwyn’s taste, but after all it wasn’t up to her to judge, since she didn’t have a mate of her own.

Obviously, like any girl, she had thought about the characteristics she would like her Cauldron chosen to have. A strong male but capable of infinite sweetness, who knew how to work with his hands and at the same time caress her as if she was the most fragile creature in the world. An intelligent Fae incapable of presumption, who listened to her talk endlessly about the things she had learned and in turn had something to teach her. She would’ve liked them to have shared interests, and she had revelled in the idea he was someone who didn’t constantly need external reassurance, someone who saw her and her truth as enough, but it was only a daydream, qualities she could’ve found in anyone and not necessary a mate, although every now and then the idea of belonging to someone who could understand her soul, she who had no certain roots and who had lost her entire family, intrigued her. But it was just a game, definitely not something she expected to find far from Prythian, in an unknown village, in the middle of a dangerous mission, in the form of the only non-foreign person within miles. A wave of panic washed over her at the overwhelming realization that Azriel Shadowsinger was her mate, and under no circumstances should he find out.

#gwynrielweeks2024 #azriel shadowsinger #gwyneth berdara #elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #gwyn x elain frienship supremacy #gwyn doesn't like the high lord and lady that much #but i get it because they treated nesta pretty badly #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian

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goldenhypen · 1 year

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❝ THE PARTNER PROJECT ❞ TEASER

PAIRING → jake sim x fem!reader || GENRE → friends to lovers!au, non-idol!au, dancer!au, fluff, angst || WORD COUNT (of actual fic) → 8-10k

FEATURING → tomorrow x together’s yeonjun; le sserafim’s chaewon and yunjin; nmixx’s lily; ive’s wonyoung and liz; and newjeans’ danielle || WARNINGS → none

SYNOPSIS → being part of the same dance team for two years and counting, jake and y/n have never found the courage to confess to each other about their feelings, until one day, they are forced to grow closer as they just so happen to get paired for the first time as the team prepares for a new performance. and luckily for the both of them, they’ll be partners for the entire season. and who knows? this particular partnership might just evolve and grow into one that will last them a lifetime.

AUTHOR’S NOTE → introducing to you, the teaser for my jake birthday fic for this year! ^_^ i’m really excited to share this one with you guys, so stay tuned. i hope you enjoy <3

“jake totally has a crush on you.”

“chaewon!” you whisper-yelled with wide eyes, “be quiet!”

“he does not!” you continued in a soft yet demanding tone.

“y/n, i’m serious,” yunjin responded. “based on my intuition, i give you a solid 90-percent chance that he actually likes you too. and you know my success rate for these things are high, such as the wonyoung-sunghoon confirmation incident last week!”

“yeah, yeah, i get it,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

after around five minutes, everyone finally arrived in the studio, along with your senior and dance coach, choi yeonjun. however, just as you though you were done with your friends’ jake nonsense, the thumping inside your chest wouldn’t slow down for even two seconds as you watched the man in question step into the room.

he was glowing—you could’ve sworn he was—with that beaming smile of his that was always on his face whenever he hung out with the boys.

oh, how nice it would be to be one of the guys right now.

“okay, everyone, listen here, please!” yeonjun started loudly. “i have important and exciting news. during today’s practice, we’re going to start on a new performance…”

everyone gasped, and smiles lit up the room, followed by a few whispered exchanges.

“…i want us to do something that we don’t do too often, and that is dancing with partners, meaning every guy and girl have to partner up with each other...”

mixed emotions filled the room, and a different expression could be seen on every face as you scanned the people around you—some shocked, some excited, some nervous.

“…this will be a different style than what we’re used to, but i think it’ll be fun. and i’ve been working on the choreography and formations for this dance all week, but i still haven’t picked the partners for it.”

“or—!” danielle raised her hand and began excitedly, “maybe we can pick the partners, since you’ve done a lot already, coach. doing this, you can have a little bit of a break.”

yeonjun thought for a moment, hesitant, “i don’t usually let you pick your own partners for a number of reasons, but i suppose this time wouldn’t be such a bad idea to. go ahead; we’ve been dancing together long enough, i trust you guys.”

danielle, as well as many others’ eyes lit up at the unexpected decision made.

“okay, while i just get some stuff ready for us to start, you all go and begin picking your partners,” yeonjun said. “i’ll give you three minutes, and then we can start.”

having been a team for a while now, it was a habit for you all to work on coming to a decision together, so that’s exactly what you did, somewhat huddling up as partners were being chosen.

“i think me and sunoo have similar styles, so we can go together,” liz suggested, followed by several agreeing nods.

and yunjin just had to go on and say, “and i think jake and y/n dance well together, but we don’t get to see you two dance side by side very often. it would be nice to see you as partners this time.”

you narrowed your eyes at her in a death stare that was as subtle as possible, but she only gave you a smirk with a playful look of pride in her eyes, happy with her suggestion as the rest of the group agreed.

and that was how you ended up by jake’s side—as his dance partner for this season.

you didn’t know if your heart was beating and unsteady hands shaking because of how nervous or how excited you were to be paired with him. but you came to the conclusion that though you had known him and danced in the same team with him for two years now, in this moment, you were so anxious to make the smallest slip up and wanted to do your best at looking good in front of him.

so yes, you were extraordinarily nervous to say the least, and your body couldn’t be more tense with these uncontrollable nerves and feelings locked up inside of you.

and this really didn’t help your case as jake suddenly, yet so delicately and softly, placed his hands on your waist from behind, catching you so off guard that you jumped slightly under his touch.

that was when you snapped back to reality and realised yeonjun was already teaching the choreography.

“sorry,” you felt jake whisper beside your ear from behind. felt, because not only did you hear him, but shivers also rushed down your entire being as jake’s breath brushed against the shell of your ear, and you hoped for the life of you that he wouldn’t get too close so as to hear your rapid heartbeat himself.

being paired with your crush, you would have expected time to pass by more quickly, because ‘time flies when you’re having fun,’ but no. time slowed extremely, because you were so nervous.

being so focused on your own feelings and also trying to pick up the choreography quickly without mistakes, you didn’t fully notice that jake was also struggling because he had similar feelings as you, since he liked you too—a lot.

“what’s going on?” yeonjun asked you both seriously and slightly frustrated.

“sorry, coach,” you apologised.

yeonjun, sceptical, looked at you and jake, who nodded along to everything you had to say, “i want you two to stay behind until you’re able to dance this piece as well as everybody else.”

“yes, coach,” jake said with a nod.

“okay,” yeonjun started assertively to grab everyone’s attention, “let’s end practice here. reminder that we have the retreat tomorrow, and we have to meet here at 10 am. jake and y/n, please clean up the studio when you’re done. i’ll see you all tomorrow.”

and with that, everybody began packing up, and within minutes, your coach and all of your dance mates were gone, leaving just you and jake, alone in the empty studio.

“well, i guess it’s just us,” jake began, breaking the silence as he sent you the softest smile, reminding you of how much your heart ached for him. “should we go over the dance?”

“yeah. actually, can we go over that one part that we were having trouble with? the one that’s like—” you demonstrated the move by lifting your arms and placing them in position.

he made his way, stopping in front of you before placing his hands on your hips.

heat rose to your cheeks, and your arms slowly made their way around his neck, preparing for the following moves.

“ready?” he counted, “five, six, seven, eight—”

you couldn’t keep track of how many times you had run this routine with jake today, but with one last run through the dance, the song finally began to conclude, and you both made your way to your ending position, your body in his arms, faces close as you held the ending pose. and as the music came to an end, you two stayed there for a few more counts, and during that time, you could’ve sworn his eyes rushed down to your lips for a split second.

or maybe not.

either way, you decided to just brush it off and not think about it too much or else you’d potentially be getting your hopes up for nothing.

AUTHOR’S NOTE → here’s a sneak peak into one of the scenes from the fic i’ll be posting for jake’s birthday !! :> it’s a very condensed version of what will be posted tomorrow, but i hope you look forward to it! if you want to be tagged when this fic is posted and you haven’t already joined my taglist, feel free to send an ask, comment on this post, or fill in this form to be added to my permanent taglist. i’m really excited to share this one with you, thanks for looking forward to it!

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wantonrowls · 2 years

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Stray Kids headcanons : Dating a single mom

Han Jisung

Like Changbin, Han Jisung is a kid himself so he is panicking on what to do on this movie date at your apartment. It is also the first time that he'll be meeting your 6-year old so he was more extra careful of himself. He came prepared with a box of cheesecake in his hand. He knocks on the door "Hi! Is your mom home yet?" "Yes, she's a karate black belter and she has a huge knife, what do you want?" His anxiety doubled but when he heard your voice from the inside and you flung the door open to hug him he relaxed a bit "So sorry! I teached him for whenever someone he doesn't know knocks on our door" "I brought us some cheesecake!" He excitedly said. He sat at the further corner of the couch as awkwardly as possible as the kid eyes him up and down. Meanwhile, Y/N left towards the kitchen to chill the cheesecake in the fridge. She comes back minutes later to find her kid and Han focusing on the tv, eyes fixated on the movie. Han and the kid agreed to watch Turning Red. From then on they became closer.

Han likes to dress him up in hip clothes, whenever he's shopping overseas he would buy a matching hoodie for him and you and the kid. He doesn't go out that much so he enjoys movie dates with him and pampering you with a bunch of skincare that he bought. putting a sliced cucumber at both of your eyes, placing the face mask on your face and then massaging your tired arms in this essential oil that he bought while he also wears the same face mask on himself while also feeding your kid with a sliced fruit. He's contented on this type of dates but would also like to hangout outside at the beach. Preparing sand castle toys, floaters and whatnot, never taking his eyes off of him while you enjoy floating in a donut-shaped floater. Han loves to wear matching clothes and matching bucket hats and would often buy in sets.

Han enjoys his afternoons in your living room, holding your kid while watching him fall asleep on his shoulder while he hums to a soft rhythm. When you noticed him standing you joined him by swaying slowly to lull your kid to sleep, His heart felt warm at that moment. Kissing the kid on the forehead and kissing you lovingly after. He sighs to himself feeling contented and loved. He has never expected to meet a lovingly woman and a bundle of joy.

He would record his heartbeat on his phone and use it on one of his tracks as a guide. He would express his love to you by taking care of your kid. Expressing his thoughts about you on every love song that he makes, Cuddling you whenever you're at your lowest. Assuring you that you are loved and appreciated.

V clingy! You going to the grocery store? He'll tag along, You doing laundry? He'll join you, You will cook? He'll 100% join you but would not be of much a big help and would just enjoy tasting or complimenting "Woah that's super tasty!" "Jisung, that's just soup" "Woah! This is so amazing!" "Honey that's just plain rice"

Loving Jisung was never hard, it was easy as it should be and every moments with him is full of laughter because that's how he is, he spreads positivity in every corner of your life.

You being a single mom would not be any kind of embarrassment for him because he enjoys the warmth and love he gets on the both of you so he was jumping on himself when your kid finally adopted him on you and his life.

Lee Felix

Felix is a caring person so it did not occur to you at first that he was flirting when he would offer to help you at your work as a staff. When he sees you struggling with the huge sets of stage uniforms, he would walk towards you and would help you arrange quietly, Smiling to himself whenever you and his arms would touch. He is excited to meet your 10 year old daughter so he prepares a huge buffet at his home the moment that you agreed on a date, Y'all after all he's cookin like a chef I'm a five-star michellin ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ

He's a huge fan of gaming and so is your kid so they immediately clicked the moment he setup the controller for smash bros at his living room. They love to compete and whoever wins will treat the other with ice cream. Felix is a talkative person so he would often ask your kid whatever is on her mind. He is laughing at the responses that he gets "What do you like the most about your mom?" "Uhmm, I guess whenever she buys me a new game?"

Like Hyunjin, Felix also loves to shop for clothes. You would go to the mall and the moment he sees a matching set of shirt his eyes would sparkle, imagining your kid and him in a matching set.

"Look! It's super adorable! It's so fluffy!" "Like you Felix" Whenever he's on tour he would often call your kid and they would have this bizarre conversations about the latest games. "Uncle Felix! If you go home can we play Fifa?" "Of course! We could play it with Uncle Bang Chan!"

His favorite moments are where it's night and he's on your kid's bed. Your kid is on top of his chest, Felix's hand tapping her back in a soft manner, shushing you when you came on your kid's bedroom "She's asleep already, baby" "You look cute together" Y/N compliments. He loves to spend time with you and your kid whether indoors or outdoors at the park.

He would express how much he loves you by kissing the tip of your finger towards your palm then to your shoulder trailing to you neck and your jawline finally to your lips as you leaned on his back as the both of you sways at the soft music on his phone. He would whisper I love you’s on your ear and he would kiss your ear lovingly, basically he loves to kiss whatever his lips could reach on your body. He loves to pamper you with his cooking and loves to give you a massage after a tiring day.

He is an expressive person so he also tells your kid that he loves her forever. You would go out at a park in an afternoon and they would play soccer and you could see how Felix's eyes is in love with you and your daughter. He enjoys spending time with you and your kid.

If he's off, he would plan on travelling with her and they would go out and would update you by sending videos and pictures of him and your kid grinning from ear to ear. Sometimes he would tag her at their studio and your kid would enjoy watching him and his members dance.

"Uncle Felix is so cool!" "Oh, yeah?" *flips his hair*

Doesn't really care if you're a single mom. Hear me out, Felix would love to have a mini-me version of himself and you and would fantasize on the imaginary kid and your daughter and him playing together

When he finally get to ask your daughter for your hand, they fist-bumped into an agreement "Only if you'll agree to play video games with me" "Every night, princess"

#felix imagines #fluff #lee felix #skz #skz angst #skz fanfic #skz felix #skz imagines #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #han jisung #stray kids jisung #felix lee #skz yongbok

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hanluex · 2 years

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♡ CUDDLES AND TEA — BRADLEY ‘ROOSTER’ BRADSHAW

rooster bradshaw x reader | wc : 0.8k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship au, pretty wordy, fluffy feelings, domestic fluff, rainy day cuddles !!

"rain, rain ... go away ... come again another day."

you sang to yourself, sitting near your window, having it slightly opened as you enjoyed the droplets of rain falling.

rain fell like the sky’s music. each drop was a note that didn’t sound great when heard on its own. but together, along with the rest of the droplets, they created a song that put a smile on your face.

admiring the rain came to a stop when you heard rapid knocks on your door, pulling you out of your daze. you thought little, walking to the door and opening it. it surprised you to see your boyfriend standing in front of you, completely drenched from the rain and out of breath.

“bradley!” you marveled, awakening the ‘mom-mode’ in you as you quickly dragged him inside, not even giving him time to explain as you ran around. “what were you thinking? actually, don’t answer, just quickly change out of that.” you pursed your lips into a pout as you handed him clothes he had left from the last time he visited.

the male simply nodded, his usual bright smile on his face as he rushed inside the bathroom, changing out of his rain-soaked clothes. you waited in the living room, eyeing the bag he had brought with him, wondering what your boyfriend was doing out in the rain.

“all done!” bradley exclaimed as he walked out of the bathroom, wearing the dry clothes you had given him. “you look like a cute angry bird, babe. stop pouting so much,” he stated, causing you to roll your eyes.

“come here.” you gestured, pulling your boyfriend to sit with you as you took the towel beside you, helping to dry his hair. “i’m the only cute angry bird who’s gonna be concerned about you, so deal with it,” you grumbled under your breath, getting a chuckle out of bradley.

he pulled away from you, quickly reaching out for the bag he kept on the table before sitting next to you. “i remembered you like to eat ice-cream when it rains, and i was out anyway, so i got you some,” he explained, putting a smile on your face as he spoke. “which one do you want?”

“i’m not eating them now. not after you’ve been in the rain.” you shook your head. “i appreciate what you did, but right now, the options are coffee and tea. what’s your pick?”

“mm ... tea?”

“that’s good, because i don’t have coffee.”

the two of you burst into laughter as you walked to the kitchen, preparing the tea as you usually did. bradley followed you as you did the work, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, waddling along whenever you moved.

after making the tea, you took your cup, sitting on the sofa as bradley mimicked your movements. you sat in silence, lost in your own world as you listened to the pitter-patter of the raindrops, feeling at ease as you did.

bradley observed you from the side, a smile of adoration on his face. the way you seemed to disconnect from reality yet connect with it was something he noticed, not getting enough, no matter how long he stared.

if the rain was music to you, then the picture of you listening to the rain was art to bradley. it wouldn’t make sense to you if you have never been in love, and maybe before this moment, it wouldn’t have made sense to bradley either.

it had happened. bradley bradshaw had fallen in love. and you didn’t know, because you were doing the bare minimum and he had the comet of realization crash on him.

you turned towards your boyfriend, oblivious to the thoughts that were running in his head. “i still can’t believe you ran in the rain because you remembered i enjoyed having ice-cream when it rains.” you giggled to yourself, grinning when bradley extended his arms, inviting you into his embrace. “i didn’t think it would mean much.”

the two of you cuddled on the sofa, partially enjoying the silence, while the other half wondered how you two perfectly fit into the small space comfortably.

you thought little when you didn’t get an answer, because, to be frank, you didn’t really ask a question. you spent a few more moments in silence before bradley spoke up, finally pulled out of his thoughts to share them.

“they mean something. they carry value.”

“hm? what are you talking about, babes?”

“your words,” he answered, as if it was obvious. “you are valuable to me. therefore, your words carry value, too. i try to remember whatever you say because i know you do the same for me. all these little things mean a lot because they make who you are, and i want to remember them.”

trying to wrap your head around his words, you bit your lip at his sudden confession. “you are a valuable person in my life, bradley bradshaw.” you shifted in your position, turning to meet his gaze as your hands touched his face. “but am i really worthy of such a position in your life, too?”

“you are, y/n. because right now, at this moment, you mean the most to me. and you will continue to be so.”

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leegemma · 10 months

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Glad you’re writing for kpop! :) Could you possibly mix in some 7, 50, and 51 for SKZ Lee!LeeKnow and Ler!Bangchan? 🩷

Hi! Thank you for your request anon, I absolutely adore lee!Know AND ler!Chan, so this was super fun to write.

Keep sending in requests, I'm doing my best to finish them all quickly ♡♡

Anyways, enjoy :)

7 - "Say it!"

50 - “i have no weaknesses.”

51 - “i’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”

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Stray kids were doing an interview, they were currently playing a game where they each had to individually answer a question as fast as they could. Things were going well and the members were doing a pretty awaome job. That was until the interviewer asked lee know his question..

"Okay, fast! Lee know, what is your biggest weakness?"

Minho hummed while lost in thought, only one thing came to mind, and he was not about to expose himself like that... so instead he said, "I have no weaknesses."

As soon as he finished his sentence he felt a poke on his left side. He flinched rather harshly and turned to look at his only hyung completely understanding what the currently smirking older meant with that poke.

Now, Chan could have made a scene right there and then, we all know he loves his boys so much and would have loved to have this fun moment with his eldest son captured with STAY watching as well.

but but decided no to completely humiliate and break the kitten's "tough guy" image that day.

Instead, he waited until the whole team went home and until the others left to eat together without the remaining two.

Lee know was watching a movie when Chan knocked on his bedroom door. "Yes?" He called, looking at the doorway and watching chan walk in and suspiciously sit down on lee know's bed next to him. "You lied today." Chan raised one eyebrow waiting for the younger's response. "what? What are you talking about?" Lee know blushed. He did in fact know exactly what Chan meant.

"You said you don't have a weakness?"

"Yeah, so? I don't." Lee know tried to slowly sink into himself more and more, knowing what was about to come.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about..."

"Stop. This is stupid!"

Say it!" Chan jumped on him and put his hands under his knees so he can't escape.

"Here is how this is gonna go, I'm going to tickle you. Wether you like it or not, whenever you feel like you can admit it you can just go ahead and say so and ill stop. Got it?"

"I'm not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling" Lee know huffed.

Chan chuckled. "Oh yeah?"

He slowly started wiggling his finger on both the boy's ears, traveling down to his neck and watching the other struggling to not laugh.

"I- s-stophp!" Lee know shut his eyes and squirmed as best as he could.

"What's the matter, Lee know? I thought you are not going to be taken down by 'something as childish as tickling', eh?" Chan was smirking, suddenly changing his tactic and going full in on Minho's stomach.

"WHAHAIT- NOHOHO! HYUHUHNG!" Lee know was not prepared, which is why as soon as the evil fingers touched him, he knew he was gone.

"Awww you really are like a cat, love getting your tummy tickled right?~" Chan was giggling along with Lee know, switching between spots faster and faster.

"OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY! I AHADMIT IHIHT!" Lee know tried shaking his head aggressively when chan stuck one of his hands in the crock of it while his other one was squeezing the heck out of Lee know's thigh.

"Admit what? I can't understand Lee know~" Teased Chan, but still slowed down just to even give the boy a chance.

"MYHY WEHEAKNESS IHIS TICKLING!"

And just like that, the torture stopped.

"You- you almost killed me!" Lee know exclaimed dramatically while still to catch his breath.

"Oh yeah, sure..." Chan rolled his eyes, a fond smile playing on his lips.

The boys laid there in silent for a while, just smiling at each other, until Lee know sat up, putting one hand on his chin, as if he's thinking hard about something. "Hyung, you know what I just remembered? I wasn't the only one who lied in my interview, what about when they asked what makes you laugh the hardest?"

Chan looked at the boy in horror, getting up from his bed and running out of his room.

Lee know shook his head with a smirk. "How the tables turned..."

#tickle fics #skz tickle #skz tickle fic #stray kids #lee!minho #Lee!know #ler!chan #ler!bangchan

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sm-baby · 1 year

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My lil silly brainy brain had a split screen vision and I just had to write it out. Have a ficlet of Bernard and Silvia stuff<3 because beloved.

Word count: 1,491 words 8,354 characters

By bye!! enjoy the thingy (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

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In a place far and white, a castle floating in the sky. There worked gifts, bows of many talents, serving an angel with white and gold. But this is not fiction of labour, but a fiction of sleep and chatter.

The rain lightly came to greet the castle and the servants' hall hidden within. Droplets raced down the windows while a maid shut the curtain in its face.

There between the wood and quartz walls were the gifts and presents, servants, with their hair untied and their uniforms off. The men had a room filled with beds on the right half of the building, while women had theirs on the left.

It was almost like children the way they prepared for bed. Women gossiped their hearts out, and the men joked with each other inside the walls.

Oh what could they possibly be saying?

“ Tell us, head butler, what is it about that dim darn housekeeper that irks you so much?” Chuckled the men in the servant's hall. Those who were done with their chores gathered around the head butler, Bernard Fitzgerald, almost as if he was being interviewed.

The snark and chatter in their voices weren’t lost on them, they found the quarrelling between the heads funny and entertaining at times, but they must know! What is all this infighting about?

“ Oh, I’m glad you asked, disgusting peasant.” Bernard played along with the arrogant snark the men held. “ Maybe it’s because she-”

“--’s repulsive, lazy, and annoying!”

And on the other side of the servants’ hall was almost like a mirrored reflection. The maids were not all that different. The giggling women gathered around their senior lady, Silvia Blanca, sharing beds to sit on like she was being interviewed. “And another thing! He-”

“-- never lets me have fun! I mean, come on, I’m a grown man, I didn’t know my mother sent a babysitter out for me. ” Bernard said with a mocking snicker.

The men laughed at his reply and nodded along, he heard some agreeing hums and elbow batting. “ I mean look at how she treats her maids! She just--”

“--Lets them loaf around the moment the queen is out of sight! Really! He’s still working, but he wouldn’t know that considering his crippling lack of object permanence.”

Gasped the maids! They laughed in shock! The head butler really knew how to bring out the madame’s audacity!

Bernard scoffed “ If she worked alone, the maids would be stiff as a board! Machines to serve, I tell you!”

“ He’s childish,”

“ She’s annoying,”

“ A grub,”

“ A goody-two-shoes!”

“ A dimwit!”

“ A know-it-all,”

“ He’s just a man who has no respect for others' time and responsibility.”

“ —And she’s a woman who’d probably wear her own uniform to her funeral. ”

“ Yes, but madame!” spoke up a maid.

“ Sir-- I mean-” cleared the throat of a manservant.

The maid continued. “ The head butler does have a point…! In fact, his antics look sort of fun!”

The manservant spoke. “ You do go a little overboard with what you do sometimes… I mean, it is a job. You can’t argue that her scolding was always unfounded. And--”

“ --have you considered that... Perhaps, him just wanting his men to lounge is-- his way of telling them to care for themselves?”

The two heads blinked over at their junior servants. The juniors clarified:

“ I’m just saying,”

“ That maybe…”

“ Perhaps…”

“ Possibly…”

“ She’s-”

“ --Not as bad as he seems?”

“ And is just-- equally looking out for us the same way you do?”

Silvia blinked to think to herself, while Bernard frowned staring off to try and think of something to say.

“ I suppose he… makes a good host whenever the servants have a get-together..” Silvia looks up at the maids, who can admit, that she was right. They can observe that the head butler could hold his own when introducing a guest.

“ She…” Bernard clicked his teeth, annoyed to admit,“ …is pretty patient with me when I really don’t deserve it.”

some of the butlers shamelessly nodded along, admitting that, yes, the woman does put up with his antics a lot.

“ He convinces the queen to grant you rest days occasionally.”

It was almost like half the building sighed in remembrance of one of said rest days. Oh, sweet heaven. “ You are a little more giggly when he enters the room and tells his jokes.”

“ Hey, who am I to criticize her maids huh? Had it been for her, this site would be more akin to a jungle than a castle .”

some of the men scoffed and flicked their wrists at him, whispering their nooo’s and get outta here’s “ Hey, I’m right, and you know it.”

“ I suppose that I respect the fact that he can be tidy when he wants to…”

“ I guess I like that she can do dirty work around the castle.”

“ He cheers you up after a tiring day.”

“ She defends you when you get yourselves into trouble.”

The two sighed.

“ Oh, you scoundrels.” Bernard groaned annoyed. “ Nice try, you almost had me appreciating her there for a second.”

The men groaned “ Oh come on!”

“ What?? You don’t dictate my emotions. ”

Meanwhile, the women were just smiley, giving eachother advice while they wiped off each other’s makeup.

“ Don’t you get it though? The competition. Is that not at least a little motivating?”

Silvia felt a smile forming on her lips “ … it is very satisfying to prove him wrong a lot. I never considered that he’d see it that way as well.”

A maid gasped! “It’s a bonding thing!”

Ohhh

“ What-” Silvia squinted.

A manservant raised a brow. “ So It’s a sort of power thing? You like being the man of the house?”

“ It’s not fun if she doesn’t put up a fight though.” Bernard replied unsure of himself.

The men went silent, and just raised their brows at the senior butler. Their senior was akin to a boy annoying a girl for her attention, and he couldn't even see it.

“ What!”

“ You like her attention do you, YOU LIKE IT CUZ ITS YOUR WAY OF HAVING FUN WITH HER-”

“ I DON’T KNOW-” Bernard said!

Ding! Dong! Ding, dong..

" Sleep, ladies! We don't want to wake up groggy. "

" Yes, Silvia..." they hummed, putting away their combs and rags.

Silvia felt a soft smile across her lips. What a lovely bunch of ladies she stays with. Yes, they should be off to bed. No crew of hers shall be lacking beauty sleep…

Men and women alike slumbered for a few hours just to serve before the sun rises. Despite their separation, they don't know how similar yet different they are from each other. Both beautiful but in different ways.

Jeremy wouldn't understand how happy Chloe is with her makeup,

Sarah doesn't understand how proud William is of his moustache.

The night brings a breeze that can freeze a teardrop, with blankets warming their wearers just right.

Sleep for the servants, sleep for the bows, sleep for what the queen calls her gifts.

The butler and housekeeper, all with the mannerisms of a parent, were turning off the last lamps. In their eyes, the mother held pride at her hard working women, and the father held joy to see his men sleep well.

As they got into bed, The moon sang a song.

Goodnight, Silvia.

Goodnight, Bernard.

Woosh! Goes the last lantern.

The maids woke up, got dressed, ready to do early work only to spot a silent gathering near the balcony. A number of servants, men and women alike, peeked over from the entrance.

What they were expecting to be the morning alarm, which was the housekeeper and butler's squabbles, became a pleasant and mature conversation at the balcony.

Their higher-ups were still in their morning robes. The junior servants couldn't tell what they were saying, something about a cleaning product they were fond of or what not-- it wasn't important.

What took them off guard was how calm they were-- almost like they enjoyed each other's company. That was what the gathering was about. A chuckle from the butler and a playful groan from the housekeeper. It was as if, for a brief moment, their masks were off, and they were able to find comfort from each other's company.

The bunch shushed each other as they left them to their devices.

A sweet and surprising sight, truly, but there was no doubt in the servants' heads that this was a one-time event. There was a slight thought that they would stay that way, but it's only a matter of time until they'd fight over the same toys all over again...

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#bernard #silvia #minecraft #mineblr #writing #fic #fiction

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violetmuses · 11 months

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Seeing Black - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Seeing Black” - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

FANDOM: Marvel’s “Falcon and The Winter Soldier”

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: Years have passed, but you’ll never forget….

Author’s Note: Hey! Here’s the sequel to “Shards.” As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

Also dedicated to @targaryenvampireslayer. Thank you so much for supporting my work! 🩵

Shards - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

Main Masterlist

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2024

James never even heard your story. The real one. Did you serve the country like him before HYDRA found something?

Possibilities seemed endless with someone like you.

Skilled. Inconspicuous. Brutal when need be.

Fucking beautiful.

Could some of your own missions ever involve seducing people for information?

All these years later, James learns at last that the answer is yes.

Apparently, you were hired as one of Selby’s private servers. Setting down bottles on the table and organizing glasses, you barely make eye contact with all three men. Your body sways in this tight dress. Even fabric rides up whenever you move.

If not for his need to stay in character around Zemo and Sam, James would’ve flirted.

As of now, he’s fighting every urge to step forward and acknowledge you. You’re teasing this room in the worst way possible, intoxicating.

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum and I will give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything that you want.” Helmut Zemo stood up from his chosen armchair and lurked towards James, momentarily baiting Selby here.

You can’t do anything, only pouring each glass of whisky for the guests. Nearby, Helmut Zemo, an escaped terrorist, rubs James’s chin.

“Now, that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you straight away. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right.” Selby almost plastered her wickedly famous smile.

It wasn’t long before Zemo then sat back down in the chic armchair, gladly taking the drink. James and Sam were once again quiet, refusing other glasses.

“Thank you.” Zemo’s Sokovian accent rasps towards you towards dim lighting. His deep brown eyes also send chills.

“You like her?” Selby smirks, glancing near Zemo for just a moment. You planned to corner elsewhere in the room, but this woman brought up another “special” tonight.

Internally, James wants to end that facade right now and punch Zemo square in the face. Of course Sam can’t look out of place either, but even he knows what’s going on.

An incoming prospect couldn’t actually be happening. Did you even consent for moments like this?

“She is remarkable.” Zemo continues, glancing up at you from the chair and biting his lip soon afterwards.

“Come here, love.” Selby purrs once more, gesturing for you to come back near this crowd.

With no other choice, you listen, striding your heels towards Selby and these particular men. You can’t look weak around James, especially given current circumstances.

One wrong move will lead towards death.

“Yes?” You finally allow yourself to speak and then face Selby in the name of complete obedience. Staying in Madripoor keeps you out of a cage, no matter how dark every night could be.

“Help my friend. He’s rotted away in a German prison for eight years.” Selby implies so much and you know the drill by now.

Satisfy whoever. Listen to every command like a good girl.

Staying in character but slightly intrigued, Zemo rests his glass down and prepares for all you offer.

James wants to scream. He remains stone faced, but burns within. Despite his call to this mission of Dr. Nagel’s plan, he remembers that amazing night with you.

The car. The hotel room. Your mewling cries of pleasure. Growling to reach your melted spots over and over again.

Both lust and need course through James, but envy rears its head, showing up as you face Zemo and dare the unthinkable.

You’ve straddled the Baron and reach out to smooth back his light brown hair. He wrapped both arms around your waist.

“Anything you want.” You say to Zemo, curling your nail to run one lingering touch along his bare chin.

All that you can manage from Zemo is earning one feverish kiss. He sat up in the armchair and settled your weight further onto him, setting his dangerous lips onto yours.

By the time your own lips pull away from him and you rise to leave the press of his ever-slightly mounting pants, Zemo struggles breathing. Even one curl falls out of nowhere, shadowing brown eyes.

“She’s brillant.” Selby chimes back in.

“What were we discussing?” Seconds later, Zemo clears his thoat, trying to stop the absolute erection that should’ve kicked off now.

“Nagel.” Selby winks in return, surely going back into this conversation.

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“What the hell is wrong with you?” James finally breaks character and yells at Zemo.

By this point, all three men had chased out the Brass Monkey Saloon because Sarah called Sam’s phone, almost immediately prompting covers to be ruined.

Just before Selby could signal their kill, one piercing gunshot ran out, all thanks to Sharon Carter.

With Selby dead, bullets zipped and this huge escape ran out, leaving one bounty to loom right over their heads.

“Part of the plan.” Zemo defends himself.

“Looked desperate if you ask me.” James rips back. “Should’ve taken my chance to kill you on the plane.” James metions his earlier close-call. Zemo had called out Nakajima after reading Steve’s gifted notebook.

“Is that jealousy I hear right now, James?” Briefly smiling, Zemo keeps talking regardless. “Do you want a complete stranger?”

Shut the hell up. You have no idea. James thought to himself.

“Sharon, did you see her get out of there?” Ignoring Zemo, James mentions you, hoping that you’re still alive.

“Yes.” Sharon reveals.

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Sharon’s party ends near two in the morning.

In one bedroom, somehow not even drunk, Zemo is nursing his umpteeth drink of the night. Yet, he then sets that glass elsewhere and opts to settle down at last. No more grooving.

Sam snores in another guest room, worn out from that mission instead of jamming this evening with other people.

As for James, he found you on the dance floor. You dodged Zemo that time, swaying alone in a brand-new outfit. No blood. You looked genuinely happy for once because Sharon must’ve saved you too.

Now, you’re kissing James on the couch, half-naked as another striking dress pools around your waist. His leftward metal arm also whirs at times, clutching the hold in question.

“Did you like him?” James asks you, surely mentioning Zemo and revealing that low New York accent.

“It wasn’t bad. He got hard too. I’m not stupid.” You tell James.

“Nasty bastard.” James mumbles and you run your fingers close to his beard, gently scratching. “I’m better.”

“I know.” You say, remembering everything about what happened eight years ago.

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Using a condom this time, James turns you around for his favorite position. Over and over again, you muffle cries of pleasure as his hips slap against your bare ass once more.

Dressed in this black and dapper suit earlier, this former Winter Soldier unbuttoned his slacks, sliding into you from the back mercilessly.

He then covered your mouth wth his leftward metal palm, trying to stifle the possibility of getting caught. He’ll always remember what went down in the car.

Sharon’s rooms aren’t soundproof here.

“This is mine! Remember?” James clenches his bright teeth once more, still not trying himself away.

“Yes!” You whimper into one sofa and his New York accent growled closer and closer towards you.

“Cum for me, Doll. It’s safe now. Cum.” James offers that direction without malice, wanting you around before anyone else. Zemo be damned.

“Oh…” You cry out and spill for James as told, warming up the condom seconds later.

His hips stutter and James pulls out of your core, leaving you empty as he throws out the condom.

Not long after you’ve fixed your dress, James returns to the couch. He then grabs your face with both hands, metal and bare, to kiss you deeply.

Your breath trembles when James moves away from you, ending another moment of passion.

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“Four members of the radical group the Flag Smashers were killed today in a car bomb attack as they were being transferred to a high-security prison. There are no suspects in the bombing. The group had opposed the global relocation efforts of the GRC, who just this week had announced changes in their overall policies of repatriation and resettlement.”

You’ve escaped Madripoor at last, but listen to the radio while driving in New York. Whoever was responsible for taking out those remaining Flag Smashers would deal with hell in time.

Recently, your own record was quickly pardoned on the basis of extenuating circumstances. The Blip and Snap screwed up everyone, leaving countless folks to go mad, if not act worse like Karli.

Now, times were different. You started with a clean slate, and could wake up every day with a clear conscience.

Pulling onto one extremely familiar parking lot, you roll down the window and honk that horn, calling out towards fresh air.

“Buck, we’ll be late! Hurry.” You then notice James stubbing out a cigarette and call his nickname.

“Thought I could drive.” Smiling, he leans inward to kiss you and walks around for the passenger seat.

“Come on.” You rush to speak, almost speeding out of the lot as this car leaves Dr. Raynor’s office.

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“She's your girlfriend now?” Sam, now officially working as Captain America, questions James at the Wilson family cookout in Lecroix days later.

“Yeah.” James confirms this truth and lifts his beer, watching you laugh with Sarah across the boardwalk.

Happy endings exist after all.

#smut warning #tw guns #guns tw #violence tw #dark themes tw #tw dark content #happy ending #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #minors do not interact #minors dni #18+ only #strong language #flash warning #bright lights tw

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