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alexias-putellas · 3 months

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the grudge (2) // barça femení x reader

barça femení x reader

part one

i use google translate for my translations so if there’s any mistakes, i apologise!

the lockeroom was tense.

you didn’t notice at first. nothing seemed amiss. mapi and ingrid went to breakfast whilst you snuggled on the sofa with bagheera and when they came back, they greeted you how they normally would. ingrid would hug you and ask if you’d had any food, and when you’d inevitably say no, mapi would kiss your head and practically force a cereal bar down your throat.

even when you’d arrived at the stadium, everything seemed normal. the girls were excited to kick off their champions league campaign, ready to defend their title. and you were ready to win your first.

but the energy seemed to slowly change as kick off grew nearer, you just assumed that everyone was a little nervous and wanted to focus on their pre-match rituals, then you looked to your right.

alexia’s cubby was right next to yours and you knew for a fact that her rituals did not include squeezing the bench until her knuckles were white or bouncing her leg up and down like it was nobody’s business.

“ale,” you said softly, grasping her knee and pushing her foot down to the floor. “are you okay?”

her hair fell like waves on her shoulders and you reached out to tuck some behind her ear, suppressing the urge to tell her to dye it pink again.

“estoy bien, cariño.” she said quietly, not quite meeting your eyes.

you didn’t believe her. her body language betrayed her words but you didn’t push it, not wanting to upset her before the game.

you nodded and made your way over to ingrid, sitting in front of her cubby so she could braid your hair. you hummed to yourself, completely unaware of the looks being shared over your head.

ingrid had somehow managed to keep you in the dark, despite your slightly nosey traits, to how some of the girls were really feeling.

lucy was the first one to raise the alarm with alexia, keira soon following, neither of them liking how withdrawn you’d become after finding out about who barcelona had to play in the group stages.

it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team either, more and more of the girls expressing their concerns with their captain.

alexia was at her wits end. knowing that there was nothing she could do paired with the thought of you slipping back to how you were terrified her.

you smiled at the blonde from your spot on the floor, doing everything you could to distract yourself. because you were just as terrified as her.

finding out that your opening match was against arsenal was hard. finding out that you’d be playing them a few days later as well was outright gut wrenching. you hadn’t meant to pull away from the girls but the thought of seeing katie again after so long made you feel sick, and the waves came back, making you feel even worse.

you never wanted to worry the girls so you tried harder than you did before to bounce back, managing to stay afloat most of the time. you’d come so far since mexico so you slapped on a smile, laughed when you needed to, and eventually, those things became normal again.

“all done, kjæreste.” ingrid whispered, tapping the back of your neck.

“thanks ingrid.” you smiled at her over your shoulder.

the build up to kick off was nauseating and when you lined up in the tunnel, you couldn’t help but stare at your old teammates. you were near the back of the line and you were so thankful that katie was near the front of hers. you shared a quick smile with lotte before alexia and kim lead you all out onto the pitch.

you had to admit that seeing the section of arsenal fans was nice, having missed the atmosphere they always brought to the games.

the first fifteen minutes of the half were uneventful, both teams having chances but no one really coming close.

until the ball landed at your feet.

you raced towards the arsenal goal, having been left with acres of space around you, and you spotted alexia making the run too, shouting for you to kick it to her.

before you could, your ankles were taken out from under you, a loud cry spilling from your lips as you tumbled to the floor. you didn’t need to look up to see who had tackled you, the shouts from your teammates was confirmation enough.

“was breaking her heart not enough for you?!” you heard mapi shout as keira helped you up. your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. mapi had katie’s shirt balled in her fists, a look of fury you’d never seen before on her face as ingrid pleaded with her to let go. “you have to break her ankle too?!”

you could see the anger rising in katie, having known her long enough to recognise the signs, and you believed without a doubt that it was going to get physical very quick if they weren’t separated.

“maría, déjalo ir!” you shouted, watching as her grip faltered slightly. “ahora!”

mapi did as she was told, holding her hands up as she backed away. the ref held up a yellow card to both women, the free kick was given, and you watched as katie was pulled away by an infuriated kim and an equally as pissed looking steph.

“cariño, are you okay?” alexia’s soft voice brought you back and you turned to face your concerned teammates.

“i am fine, but you,” you pointed to mapi. “will not be if you get yourself sent off. behave woman!”

“lo siento.”

the small smirk on the spaniards face let you know that she was not sorry and you bit back a smile as you got ready to take the free kick. with a fire in your chest, you booted the ball with a force you didn’t know was possible and watched as it soared passed the arsenal defence and into the back of the net.

you ran and jumped into mariona’s arms, laughing as she span you around. the girls huddled around you as the home crowd celebrated.

you hadn’t felt happiness like it in a long time.

even when the half time whistle went and the only goals that stood were yours and a last minute strike from aitana, you were on top of the world.

you spotted ona a few feet away and immediately jumped onto her back, wrapping your arms around her as she caught you almost effortlessly.

did it suck that that feeling came at the expense of the people you once considered family? absolutely. but the thought was tucked into the back of your mind, waving to beth and viv before disappearing into the tunnel.

you jumped off ona’s back, linking arms with her instead as she smiled at you. “that was a good goal, amiga.”

“thank you!” you grinned happily. “i didn’t even mean to do it, it just happened, you know?”

the break didn’t feel like very long for you. you sat in your cubby for most of it, lost in your thoughts. a knee knocked into yours and you looked over to see mapi, whose eyes were locked on ingrid’s back.

“the other girl is number nineteen, yes?” the spaniard asked quietly and you narrowed your eyes at her.

“yes, why?”

she shrugged and you watched as she made her way over to ona, whispering something to the younger girl. you raised an eyebrow but mapi just shrugged again.

you found out pretty quickly into the second half what had been said, watching as ona viciously slid into caitlin, somehow managing to keep it clean. you shot mapi a warning glare.

thankfully, the rest of the half was fairly uneventful. apart from the two goals alexia scored, sending the home crowd wild. the celebrations carried on after the whistle was blown, the fans singing loudly.

you couldn’t help but grin as you looked around the stadium in awe. an arm was then thrown over your shoulder, bringing you back to earth.

“hola star girl.” leah said and you turned to look at her, your grin never faltering.

“hi, lee.” you tucked yourself into her side, wrapping your arms around her.

“you okay?” she asked and you nodded.

“m’good.”

“sure?” her eyebrow raised and you nodded again. “good. i chewed her out for it. the tackle. well, and everything else.”

you nibbled on your lip. “don’t start something, leah. don’t pull the team apart because of me–“

“uh, you didn’t do anything, remember?” she squeezed your shoulder. “besides, do you really think i’m the only one who was pissed? i don’t think steph spoke to either of them for weeks. didn’t help that lia was also caught in the crossfire. the world cup couldn’t have come at a better time, gave everyone a chance to separate and breathe.”

“where is lia anyway? wanna give her a hug,” leah quickly pointed out the swiss woman and you made a beeline for her. “wally!”

lia just about caught you, steadying your body as you laughed. “hi, liebe.”

“are you okay? is leah looking after you?”

“she is.” lia nodded with a smile.

“good. if she ever slips up, let me know. i’ll fly to london and kick her in the knee.” you said, smiling sweetly at the blonde as she approached.

“what?”

“nothing. bye!”

you took off again, throwing yourself onto clàudia’s back. she ran around with you, weaving between your teammates as patri made chase. your laughter was loud and infectious, even catching the attention of a few of the arsenal girls.

clàudia eventually put you down after a playful scolding from marta and you made your way over to lucy and alexia.

“good game, kid.” lucy playfully tugged your ponytail and you whined, pushing her away.

alexia smiled softly at you and you turned around, letting them fall back into their conversation. a frown settled on your face as you spotted katie sending mapi a murderous glare. if the spaniard knew, she didn’t show it. she was laughing at something salma said.

you breathed deeply, looking away quickly. you were not going to let her ruin your mood, not again. lucy tugged at your hair again and you swatted her hands away. “stop!”

“you weren’t listening,” she shrugged. “we’re going for drinks after. you in?”

you rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to reject the invitation until you thought about it. it had been a very long time since you’d spent time with the girls outside of football and you were absolutely due a carefree night of fun.

“sure, i mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

quick question for you guys. would you like r to have a love interest? if so, who? i wasn’t originally planning on having one hence the reason i tried to make everything seem platonic (despite clearly having my faves) but i want your opinions. it can be anyone btw, i’m open to suggestions.

#woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas #lucy bronze #keira walsh #mapi león #ingrid engen

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thatfreshi · 8 months

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Can I request an Astarion x reader fic where the reader keeps getting hit on/cat called by random people, and she brushes it off at first but it slowly becomes evident that it really bothers her, and needs someone to intervene or comfort her?

TW - Sexual harassment, threat of kidnapping

Recommended Song: Used - SZA FT. Don Toliver

Ah taverns, such wondrous places of inebriation and sloppy people of all creeds. You and Astarion are party people, despite his introverted nature. It's more about being two people thriving in chaos, playing the other patrons like pawns to make the night exciting, flirting with a stranger to snatch their drink from the bar, and all of those morally grey things. Sure, maybe it's not ethical to steal, but it sure is fun.

It's not a secret that you are two of the most good-looking regulars, but it's also well-known that you're severely monogamous. In fact, it's gotten very close to voyeurism multiple times, which has gotten you kicked out of a couple places. You don't mind public displays of affection, even if they're a little far gone at times. All of that to say, it's hard not to notice when you arrive.

Ever since the death of Cazador, you've been living in luxury. Despite rejecting ascension, Astarion didn't mind getting his hands all over the stockpile of gold and jewels the Szarrs had at their estate. After all, you'd say he deserves it. It's almost like being nobility, adorned in gorgeous clothing amongst the common people, and yet you fit in quite well. This rich adornment came with tight-fitting gowns, gorgeous lace pieces, corsets of the highest quality. Those also didn't go unnoticed, but this night in particular some people crossed the line.

You and Astarion brought your own bottle of wine to start the evening, something to get you loose enough to put up with whatever was on tap. Occasionally you'd befriend some strangers, just for the evening. Astarion had a bad habit of making jokes about his vampirism, so you often avoided speaking to the same people again in case they'd look past his sarcasm.

This night in particular you'd come across quite the fun group, and you'd kindly shared some of your wine with them, which was a most rare occurrence. Soon enough you ran out, and Astarion offered to grab something else for the table.

"I'll be right back darling."

He has a habit of disappearing in most circles, but he's always nearby when it comes to you, especially in a place like this. Of course he's protective of you, all you truly have is each other. He'll walk to the bar and purchase a new bottle, keeping eyes, or at least ears on you the entire time he's away. Perks of loving an elf, as his heightened senses have come in handy multiple times.

"Well, that man of yours certainly is something."

A human man comments from across the table, taking a sip of your fancy wine.

"I know."

You smirk, taking a sip of your drink.

"I can't imagine he's all that in the bedroom though."

You almost spit out your wine, surprised by the audacity of this complete stranger.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"Just someone who thinks you could do better."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Well, I could bed you for a change."

You almost want to throw up at how bold this man is being. Instead of dragging the conversation on any further, you grab your drink and go to stand up, trying to eye Astarion from across the room. The tavern was awfully busy, far more than usual. After realizing he was nowhere in sight, you move to make your way to the bar. Suddenly, there's a hand in your hair, yanking you back.

"Well that's no way to treat a nice young man, now is it?"

This human snarls in your ear. No one seems to notice the situation, as the crowd is bustling. It's not often you get scared of random tavern goers, but this man is far more handsy than others.

"Unhand me."

You go to grab for the knife hidden under the slit of your dress, realizing you forgot to grab it on the way out. Of course, tonight of all nights. Realizing you were trying to grab for a weapon, the human twists your wrist behind your back, making you yelp in pain.

Astarion had a hard time hearing that night because of all the overlapping conversation, but that sound was all he needed for his ears to perk up and for him to abandon his drink mission. He has a keen sense for knowing when you're in danger.

"Adorable, you think you're that strong huh?"

He goes to feel where you reached for your knife, lingering on your leg a little too long. Then, he freezes.

"Excuse me sir, could you show me where your pulse is in your neck? Make sure your blood's still pumping?"

Astarion has his dagger in hand behind your attacker. The human starts shaking, and slowly creeps his hand off of your leg and onto his neck.

"Very good. Now, if you'd like to keep that precious sustenance pumping through your veins and don't want me to pop your jaw out of it's socket, you'll unhand my wife."

He points the tip of his dagger right where the neck meets the jawline, almost drawing blood. Soon after the human unhands your hair, and scrambles away, not before Astarion leaves the tiniest knick in his neck: a reminder. You turn around and embrace the vampire, finally catching your breath. He lets you stay wrapped around his side as he guides you out of the tavern.

"Are you alright my love? Did he hurt you?"

"Just my scalp a little. I forgot my knife before we left, stupid mistake."

He lifts your chin up to make eye contact with him.

"You shouldn't have to be armed so some man won't harass you. Would I prefer you to have a weapon on you? Of course, but if you ever can't protect yourself, I will."

You start to tear up a little. It's been a while since you've been that scared, and no one seemed to notice. What would've happened if Astarion was too late?

"Look at me."

He wakes you from your thoughts.

"Let's go home. Perhaps this isn't the right place for us."

You wrap your arm around his, holding onto his sleeve. Darkvision is nice at times like this, since he can see much further than you. The walk home is quiet, and he doesn't mind. However, he is constantly eyeing nearby alleyways in case that man decides to get smart with him. When you get home you ball up on the sofa, and he makes sure the door is double-locked, something he doesn't often do considering he made the locks himself. He makes his way to the sofa, the plush velvet making a nice contrast to rickety wooden chairs of the tavern.

"Come here darling."

He pulls you back to lay on him, and he unclasps your necklace, placing it gently on the nearby table.

"Astarion?"

You look up at him.

"Yes my love?"

Tears prick at your eyes again. You have a hard time getting the words out, as if it's an embarrassing question.

"Will... will you always keep me safe?"

Your voice wavers. He starts massaging your shoulders.

"Of course my sweet Tav, I'll keep you safe as long as you live."

His voice lowered, a certain serious tone taking hold. Part of him felt guilty things even went as far as they did tonight, but he promised himself he'd never let it happen again.

"I love you."

He smiles. It's not often you just say 'I love you' to one another, it's usually said in many different ways, in actions, in pet names. You save it for serious moments, when it feels important to remind each other of your love, how it binds you.

"I love you too darling."

Nothing else is said. Soon enough you fall asleep as he rubs your back, peaceful and safe.

#astarion #astarion x reader #comfort #astarion x tav #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #angst

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foxy-eva · 10 months

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Only Yours

Summary: After getting jealous at work Spencer reminds his girlfriend who she belongs to

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, secret relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, mild degradation/dumbification, teasing, oral (both receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex

Word count: 2.7k

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There were only two more hours left until you could finally leave after another day of paperwork. You didn’t mind being stuck at your desk, not with Spencer sitting right across from you, making eye contact and smiling at you every now and then. Concealing your relationship status while being surrounded by profilers was challenging but in those past few months of being with Spencer, you had become an expert at controlling your micro expressions at work.

Spencer tried to do the same but something very interesting didn’t remain unnoticed to your trained eye. Whenever more than two weeks passed by without being able to be alone with him, you caught him randomly glimpsing at the curves of your body almost blatantly. He hadn’t noticed you looking up from your computer, watching him as he stared at the swell of your breasts, deep in thoughts or even fantasies.

Smirking to yourself, you decided to have some fun teasing your boyfriend. You placed your fingers on the neckline of your blouse, tracing the fabric until you found the first button to toy with it. That seemed to snap Spencer out of his reverie, his eyes shooting up to yours while a rosy shade spread over his cheeks.

You winked at him right before he averted his eyes, audibly clearing his throat as he tried to focus back on the files in front of him while shifting in his seat. Feeling a bit cocky, you decided to go over to his desk to be close enough to tease him some more without risking someone else hearing you.

There was a little too much enthusiasm in your movement, causing you to bump into Emily as you shot up from your desk and stepped aside. You felt cool liquid spilling all over your top before you saw the now empty glass of water in your coworker's hand and the horror in her eyes. Looking down your body you found the light gray fabric of your blouse completely soaked and appearing sheer as it stuck to your chest, the black lace of your bra clearly visible.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Emily exclaimed and added, “I’m getting you a towel!”

You started laughing and thanked the universe that you wore a bra today, finding the whole situation more comical than embarrassing. Derek got up from his seat and moved over to you, raising one eyebrow as he looked you up and down.

“Whoa, are we having a Wet-T-Shirt contest I didn’t know about?” He teased.

You shook your head and laughed, “Only in your dreams, Derek!”

“Yeah, you bet!” He chuckled before being playfully hit on his arm by Emily who just came back with a towel.

You took it from her and started to dry your blouse off as best as you could, glancing over at Spencer who was staring at you with furrowed brows and a slack jaw. Derek followed your line of sight and smirked.

“I think pretty boy’s brain is glitching.”

Spencer hissed, “Shut up,” in Derek’s direction and looked back down at the report in front of him. There was no need to be a profiler to tell that Spencer was angry but you couldn’t be sure whether it was directed at you or at the situation in general. All this commotion quickly simmered down with everyone returning back to their desks.

Just like before you looked up from your computer every once in a while but unlike earlier, Spencer’s eyes were never on you for the rest of the workday. After he put away the last of his files he packed up his things and walked over to your desk. You had finished your last report twenty minutes ago and waited for him to be ready.

He smiled at you and wondered, “Do you need help finishing up?”

You shook your head and grabbed your bag, ready to leave work for the day. Since you lived in the same part of the city, the two of you had been carpooling for months, not raising any suspicions from your coworkers when you left together.

Sitting in the passenger seat of your car, Spencer was concerningly quiet but seemed agitated, constantly shifting and running his hands through his hair. You took in a deep breath before you dared to break the silence.

“What’s going on?” You wanted to know.

“It’s just that… I didn’t like the way Derek looked at you earlier. I wish I could have said something,” he confessed.

You didn’t want to downplay his feelings but you felt the need to remind him, “You know how he is. He just loves teasing and flirting. You have heard the way he talks to Penelope.”

“I know,” he admitted, “It’s just that today you…you looked so…,” he paused for a moment. A sigh rolled over his lips before he mumbled, “So sexy.”

You weren’t ready to let it go just yet, snickering, “I see. So you don’t like when I look sexy?”

“Of course I do! I just don’t want Derek to look at you like that.”

The car came to a halt at a red light. You knew exactly what you were doing when you looked at him and purred, “Maybe you should remind me who I really belong to.”

His demeanor changed in an instant, his eyes getting darker while he licked his lips as he let his eyes wander over your body. When he met your eyes again he asked, “Is that what you want?”

The traffic light switched to green and you whispered, “Yes,” before setting the car in motion again.

Images of past moments you spent with him flashed through your mind, causing your heart to race and your insides to tingle. You knew not to expect him to do anything while you were driving but your whole body was yearning for his touch and the few minutes separating you from the privacy of your own home seemed endless to you.

The anticipation only grew after finally making it to your apartment.

Spencer took his time to remove his coat and shoes. He liked to keep you waiting, to make you prove your patience. A smirk was prominent on his face as he looked at you, by now practically buzzing with tension as you waited for him to take the lead. And he did, with harsh hands grabbing your face and hungry lips meeting yours, kissing you with a fervor that made you feel light-headed.

His tongue didn’t hesitate to seek entrance, brushing against yours while your hands gripped his shirt to keep you steady. The way he kissed you made your head spin and let every rational thought leave your mind. You were relieved that he took the lead, glad that you didn’t have to think for once. Following his demands was all you had to do for the rest of the night.

Your bodies pressed into each other, displaying affection and lust with panties getting damp and a hardness straining against its confines. Spencer suddenly let go of you, moving to your bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed, having you follow him without question. You stood in front of him, waiting for his next move as you watched him remove his tie and shirt.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered.

His eyes never left your body while you slowly removed every piece of fabric. Unabashedly, his gaze wandered over every curve and dip of your skin while he licked his lips as if he was ready to devour you. His obvious desire ignited a fire inside you, heat rushing through you as he beckoned you closer with his forefinger.

Completely bare you stood in front of him, his fingertips brushing over the skin of your thighs and hips, repeatedly skipping over your aching center until your knees felt weak. He placed a soft kiss right beneath your navel and mumbled, “You’re so beautiful,” against your skin.

He looked up at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes when he said, “Just tell me to stop and we will. Do you understand?”

You nodded and added, “Yes,” to reassure him.

Once he had your consent he harshly grabbed your hips to pull you down, urging you to kneel on the floor in front of him. Doe-eyed you looked up at him as his thumb traced the seam of your lips.

“Such a pretty mouth,” he cooed, “now be a good girl and show me how it feels wrapped around my cock.”

Your hands instantly flew to his pants, undoing them quickly and removing them until his erection was finally free from its confines.

“Such an eager girl,” he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “Doing everything she’s told.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and kissed his tip before letting your tongue glide along the vein on the underside. Soft lips brushed over velvety skin, not letting any part of him unkissed. You felt him twitching and knew he would get impatient soon if you didn’t grant him what he asked you to. However, you hadn’t been with him for so long and wanted to relish this moment, so you kept tenderly kissing every bit of him.

“Don’t be a tease,” he finally warned. “You know how to do this, don’t you?”

Keen on pleasing him you wrapped your lips around him, sinking down as far as your throat would allow it. Spencer threw his head back, involuntarily bucking his hips up, pushing further into your mouth as he groaned. You moved your lips along his hardness, feeling how he tensed underneath you, his chest heaving and hands gripping the sheets.

He lowered his eyes to look at you and when he found you still staring up at him you felt him throbbing against your tongue.

“Fuck!” he panted, “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”

Seeing him lose himself at your ministrations made your core ache. When he came close to his breaking point his hands flew to your hair, grabbing it roughly to pull you off him. His length was glistening with your saliva, still hard and waiting to find release. Spencer made it clear that he was not done with you yet. With his hands on your arms he helped you get up from the floor.

Just like before you stood in front of him with him still sitting on the edge of the bed. One of his hands made contact with your heat without a warning, collecting your slick as his fingers glided through your folds. His touch was too light to actually grant you any relief, having you rock against his hand in an attempt to get what you were hoping for.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“You’re dripping wet,” he chuckled as he pulled his hand back, inspecting his glistening digits.

He got up from the bed to stand in front of you, bringing his hand to your face to show it to you as well.

“Look what I’m doing to you,” he teased. “Already a mess before I have even touched you.”

Without thinking about it, you grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your mouth, sucking them clean from your own arousal while never breaking eye-contact. Spencer groaned at your action and for a second the lines of who was in charge seemed to blur. Not for long though, after a moment he pulled his hand back and grabbed you by your shoulders to guide you onto the mattress.

He joined you on the bed and started kissing you before he left your mouth to explore your neck instead, biting and licking sensitive skin as he moved further down your body. He took his time to caress your breasts, kissing soft skin and licking over hardened peaks, eliciting the sweetest sounds from your throat. For a moment you wondered if this was what he was thinking about when you caught him staring at you earlier.

The more desperate you got, the slower Spencer seemed to move down your body and the fire burning between your legs became almost unbearable. When he finally was where you wanted him, you eagerly opened your legs for him, allowing him to settle between them and continue his kisses on the insides of your thighs. He took his time to caress every inch of skin except from where you wanted to feel him the most.

“Please,” you pleaded, hoping he would understand what you wanted.

He chuckled at your request and cooed, “You can’t think of anything else anymore, huh?”

You were getting frustrated with him, the throbbing in your core aching to be soothed. His lips got closer to where you wanted him, his breath hot against even more heated skin, but he decided to turn his attention back to your thigh once more. You couldn’t take it for much longer.

“Fuck, Spencer I’m begging you!”

In an instant his mouth was where you wanted it, ending his teasing at last as his tongue glided through your folds before focussing on your bundle of nerves. He seemed determined to grant you release without any more diversions. You ground your hips against his face while singing his praise in the forms of moans and sighs rolling from your lips.

Two of his fingers began thrusting into you while his tongue flicked over your pearl, sending you in a state of pure bliss. All the built up tension was begging to be released as you chased your ecstasy. Your walls clenched around his fingers, holding onto him tightly right before they started to pulsate. Almost erratically you rocked against his tongue, riding out your high until you relaxed underneath him at last.

Spencer repositioned himself, leaning over you and propping himself up on his forearms before gently kissing your lips. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before reaching between your bodies to position himself at your entrance and pushing into you slowly. Your body welcomed him without any resistance, letting him fill you out completely.

As he started to move, you closed your eyes, indulging in the sensation of being one with him.

“He can dream of you all he wants,” Spencer suddenly groaned, having you open your eyes and look at him.

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, having long forgotten everything that had happened today.

Spencer thrusted into you harder now, accelerating his pace before he continued, “He can dream of you but he will never know what it’s like to have you.”

He leaned down to kiss you hastily while pushing into you at a relentless pace.

“What it’s like to kiss you,” he added, “to feel you… to taste you.”

He looked down to where your bodies were joined, watching his cock disappearing inside of you over and over again.

“What it’s like to fuck you,” he panted against your lips before kissing you once more.

“I’m yours, Spencer,” you mumbled against his mouth, “I’m only yours.”

The whole bed shook at the force of his movements, your body starting to tremble underneath him as you reached another high, your throbbing center guiding him towards his own climax. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he fucked you hard against the mattress, whispering, “You’re mine,” into your ear several times until he let himself fall apart and spill his release into you.

As he came down from his high he pushed himself up to be able to look at you. Gently he placed his lips on yours before he whispered, “And I’m yours.”

His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair disheveled and cheeks tinted red but you could have sworn he had never looked more beautiful than in this moment. Your hand found his face, tenderly brushing a stray curl aside while you smiled at him.

“I like the sound of that,” you purred as you pulled him back down into your embrace.

It took him a moment to even out his breathing while he lay completely jaded inside your arms. Lazily he peppered the side of your face with kisses while your fingertips drew comforting circles on his back. You didn’t want to move, not even when Spencer had long gone soft and the mixed remains of your desire started dripping out of you.

Neither of you dared to separate what belonged together, so you stayed safely secured inside each other's arms for a little while longer.

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navybrat817 · 4 months

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What if Bucky doesn't want to go outside on a cold day?

Then he doesn't have to, nonnie.

Shiver

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky isn't a fan of the cold weather. Not anymore. Word Count: Over 1.1k Warnings: Slight angst, past trauma, comfort, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: This just screams Addicted to Love Bucky to me because our reader is so good for him. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky Barnes didn’t like the cold.

It sounded ridiculous when he said it out loud to himself. He ran warmer than most thanks to the serum that will forever course through his veins, so it physically shouldn’t be an issue. The hottest fire still wouldn’t be able to suppress his shiver when he sees the falling snow each winter, too many dark memories flashing through his mind to count.

Winter. Cold. Death.

Fitting how many saw the bitter season as harsh, calm, and silent when he had been the living embodiment of those elements thanks to Hydra. Harsh and calm in his executions, they made him death incarnate by forever silencing his victims. Unlike the beautiful serenity of a new fallen snow, there was no peace when he completed his missions.

They muzzled him to keep him quiet, but it never silenced the voices in his head.

“Bucky?” You asked as you closed the curtain, blocking the snow from his line of sight. You slowly walked over and took a seat beside him on the sofa when he stayed quiet. “Are you okay?”

He hadn’t realized how wide and distant his eyes were until he blinked the thoughts from his mind. He tried to give you an assuring smile as you patiently waited for him to respond, but it was something akin to a grimace. On one hand, he didn’t want to make a fuss out of nothing and possibly worry you. On the other hand, he didn’t want to pretend everything was okay.

“I don’t know,” he whispered truthfully, clenching his vibranium hand.

It didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He swallowed thickly and exhaled when his heart thudded faster. He had nothing to fear. You were there beside him in the loving home you crafted together with care.

It helped his next breath come easier.

“I just saw the snow out there and…” he trailed off, not wanting to say more as he shook his head.

You nodded as if you knew what his answer would be. It was no wonder you closed the curtain when you said minutes before how pretty it looked outside. “Well then, why don’t we stay in today? I don’t see any reason for us to go out there.”

He shook his head after a moment. “But we’re supposed to go sledding later,” he reminded you.

While you sounded excited to try it, he was torn. He feared flying down a hill would remind him of falling. Would he land in a heap when he reached the bottom, paralyzed as someone dragged him away? Would the snow’s beauty be a calming presence or would red splotches bleed into his vision?

In his heart, he knew you would be there beside him with a smile bright enough to light up the darkness and chase those shadows away.

But the voices of the past drowned out the logic of the present.

You gingerly placed a hand on his cheek and gave him a soft smile as he leaned into your touch with a sense of desperation. It was almost warm enough to rid himself of the chill he produced by lingering for too long on memories best left for another time. If he was once the embodiment of death, you were life.

The spring to my winter.

“No, I think we’re supposed to stay inside today and watch movies under a blanket until it’s time to eat,” you corrected him, as if that was the plan all along.

His forehead creased as he searched your face. “You really don’t want to go out today?”

“I really don’t,” you said, simply scooting closer and grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch. You securely wrapped it around him and rubbed his arms with that same soft smile he loved. “Why would I want to go out there when I have everything I need right here?” You added, brushing your fingers through his hair as he sighed.

His eyes burned, but tears didn’t come. You were the type of person to exude compassion without making him feel like a burden. How was it fair to you that you ended up with a partner like him?

“Are you upset?” He asked in a tiny voice as his eyes flickered to yours, only to be met with compassion.

If you wanted to go sledding or do any sort of activity in the snow, he would find a way to reach down inside himself and push the discomfort aside.

Don’t I owe it to you to try?

“Of course not. My only concern is that you’re okay,” you assured him, bringing your hand back to his cheek. Your touch pushed away the demons inside that tried to rip him apart. “And if that means staying inside, so be it.”

He swallowed again, still not used to someone so understanding offering him a kindness. “I just don’t like the cold. Not anymore. I don’t know if I ever will,” he admitted above a whisper, blinking rapidly as your thumb moved in circles along his skin. “But as funny as it sounds, I don’t mind when you’re cold.”

You tilted your head, curiosity filling your gorgeous eyes. “And why is that?”

“Because I get to keep you close and make you warm again,” he answered, bumping his nose against yours. “It makes me feel like I’m doing something right for a change.”

You put so much energy into taking care of him and he did his best to return it full force.

His eyes slipped shut when you pressed a kiss to his forehead, your lips sending a wave of heat through his head. “You’re doing everything right,” you said against his skin.

He chuckled a bit, wishing that was true. “I’m still a work in progress. Still trying,” he said. He was on his way to believing he was doing things right though thanks to you.

“That’s what counts,” you said, tilting his chin so his lips met yours. “You’re a good man, Bucky Barnes.”

“And you’re an angel for putting up with me,” he teased, covering your mouth with his again before you could argue that you weren’t putting up with him.

As Bucky deepened the kiss, he further believed that you were the spring to his winter. His good fortune. His happiness. Hope for a fresh start and an even better future. And while he may never learn to love the cold again, he would try to look on the bright side of his circumstances that brought him to you.

Because how could one love and appreciate the spring if they didn’t endure the winter?

It was that very thought that finally quieted the voices in his mind.

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aromantic-diaries · 2 months

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Yknow I feel more represented by characters who aren't confirmed to be aro/ace or even written as such, but can still be interpreted that way because of how they're characterized, rather than characters who are confirmed to be aro/ace through word of god while the actual story has no implications of that character being aro/ace beyond them not having a love interest. The latter kind of waters it down to not wanting to date or have sex which isn't really all there is to it. I get that not all representation has to be a 100% accurate, deep and touching depiction of the aro/ace experience, but that doesn't mean completely ignoring the character's identity beyond not giving them a love interest.

I will elaborate with two examples under the cut

So for the word of god representation, let's take Lilith Clawthorne from the owl house as an example. I think she's a great character, I liked her, and I think the owl house is a fantastic show that deserved better. However I don't think of Lilith as good representation because the only real confirmation we have is outside of the actual show. It's not in the canon material, she doesn't have a love interest but she's not even the only character who stays single so that doesn't mean much. She isn't shown to be any different from anyone, her being aroace isn't really relevant in any way. I'd say the best word for describing this type of representation is Passive. We know she's aroace because it was confirmed outside of the show, she doesn't have a love interest, but it doesn't really go beyond that. I get that the show was cut short and maybe it would have been elaborated on more but that's just a generous assumption on my part. My point is, I don't really see any real aro or ace experiences reflected in her character, neither mine or anyone else's. She doesn't really represent any actual aspec experiences at all which is why I don't consider her to be good representation. I still understand the community's attachment to her though, we take what we can get and what we get is very little. So while I love the owl house, the aroace representation is pretty dissapointing compared to the great representation of other queer identities and I'm kinda bummed that the aroace character still gets sidelined in an otherwise very queer friendly show

For another example I'll bring up my all time favorite, Rudy Waltz, protagonist of the book Deadeye Dick by Kurt Vonnegut. Deadeye Dick is not a feel good story. The story is dark, bitter and the conclusion is no different. Still, I would describe it as oddly comforting and pretty funny at times. So what does that have to do with anything? Well, our Rudy can very well be interpreted as asexual and probably aromantic as well. He isn't referred to as such, he describes himself as a neuter, the author states in the preface that the protagonist's disinterest is a metaphor for his own declining sexuality, and the book was written before the term aromantic was even coined. However, as an aromantic asexual reading the book, I could not help but deeply relate to Rudy's lack of interest in ever having sex or finding a romantic partner. I felt kinship with him as he described knowing how many people there are who are just like him and yet they go unnoticed by most people, because I was one of those people. I related to him and the way his disinterest in sex was met with such confusion from another character. Despite not being described as such, Deadeye Dick is very much in part an asexual and an aromantic story because the protagonist's experiences line up with that of someone on those spectrums. You could argue that calling him aroace is problematic due to him fitting a negative stereotype due to his emotional detachment, or that he only fits the label because of said detachment, but that does not change the fact that he is still better representation than a character who was confirmed outside of the story with no real implications. I see myself in Rudy more than I do in Lilith because Rudy actually feels like an aroace character

Anyways, rant over. Feel free to disagree with me

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aurorawritestoescape · 25 days

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FLAT LINE || dark!Dave York x f!reader || 800

18+ mdni DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, non con, smut

creator chose not to use all the warnings

*****

His obsidian eyes are boring into yours, as you’re thrashing and wriggling, completely naked, while his hand on your throat is holding you pressed to the bed. Your legs are getting tangled tighter and tighter in the cold sheets, soaked with your and your boyfriend’s sweat and cum.

You two were having one of those nights, drinking, smoking and fucking on a loop until this monster slithered into your house and took a shot. Only one for now but you’re sure there’ll be one more.

You’re trying to push him off with your trembling hands, eyes darting between his bloodcurdling stare and the splatter of blood on your wrist. Soon you focus only on them as your mind tries to save you from seeing the whole picture-you’re dying tonight.

The killer lets go your throat, you cough and then try to scream but like in a nightmare nothing comes out of your burning throat.

When he’s done condescending you with this joke of a fight he grabs your hands and cuffs you to the bed. You haven’t done this with your boyfriend tonight but the images of him tying you up a few times before emerge from your memory and you gush more.

As if sensing this pathetic reaction of your body, the man spreads your legs and leers at your puffy cunt.

“You’ve had a fun night, sweetheart?”

His tone is calm, static like a flat line and your heart seems to stop beating, as if already giving up.

His fingers easily slip inside your stretched hole and you jerk and try to kick him off. The killer grabs your ankles and holds them pressed to his shoulder, one big hand is enough to keep your legs together.

He renders you completely helpless, hands chained to the bed, legs bound by his strong grip.

His fingers return to your hole and he pushes them deep into you, with the same cold dead eyes.

“How many times did he come inside you tonight?”

You mewl at the question, staring up at him, vision blurry with tears.

He quickly pushes your legs off his shoulder and holds them up. You squeal even before he slaps your cunt with the back of his hand. Hard. It burns like hell but your whole body buzzes as the stroke sends a wave of arousal from your overstimulated clit to every cell in your body.

“How…many?” He slowly repeats the question and you hurry to reply, scared of another hit.

“Three”

“Good,” he says and gently rubs your swollen pussy.

You half moan, half cry out as your walls contract at his touch.

He breathes in sharply when a trickle of creamy liquid flows out of your hole.

“She’s all used up and filled to the brim. Lovely.”You hear him say quietly and to your horror he opens his pants with a free hand and pulls out his cock. It’s hard and huge and you whine a pathetic ‘please’ which he leaves completely unnoticed.

He sits on his knees and then gets on top of you, your ankles still in his hand, caging your legs between his body and yours.

The killer plunges in fast and hard, quickly parting your walls with his thick long cock. He’s bigger than your boyfriend and you feel a sting of the stretch.

The man moans over you, pleasure twisting his face, very close to yours now. Hearing him you can’t stop your pussy from squeezing his length.

“So much cum, sweetheart. Feel it pouring out?My balls are soaked,” He whispers against your cheek, his soft lips tickling you.

“Please,” you mewl once again and once again it stays unnoticed.

He lets go of your legs and you don’t have time to react before he manhandles you into a mating-press, bracing his elbows on the bed by your shoulders and starts pounding into you. Your abused cunt burns at first but all the cum inside quickly turns the pain into pleasant stimulation and you chew on your swollen lips.

He growls and roars over your heated face and you squeeze your eyes shut with embarrassment hearing your pussy squelch loudly as his cock churns your boyfriend’s cum inside your cunt.

“Can she take one more?” You hear him growl and open your eyes in fear. If he comes soon it means you have only seconds.

“Please, please, let me go… don’t k…” his palm slaps over your mouth and he bites your cheek, making you squeal into his hand.

“Shut up. Daddy’s coming.”

A few more thrusts and you see him close his eyes as he stills while his warmth is spilling inside you. Then he rolls his hips, spurting his seed again and again until you’re so full of cum you feel it press on your walls already stretched out by his cock.

When he seems to be done, his lips brush against your stinging cheek and you feel cold metal pressed to your temple.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” is the last thing you hear.

*****

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malum-forev · 10 months

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Hi, can I request ex husband!bucky x reader with the prompt “what makes you think you can…” from the bingo card??

Hi hiii thank you sooo much for your ask! Sooo, I kind of blacked out and ended up writing something that's over 3k words long. Hope you like it! It's kind of a part 2 to this story I wrote! I thought this prompt fit perfectly! get ready for ANGST CENTRAAALLLL

“Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up.” (Y/n) begged, hearing the third ring on her side of the phone.

She didn’t know what to say. Hell, she didn’t know it was happening until this week! It would have gone completely unnoticed if it hadn’t been for an especially excited teacher. (Y/n)’s stomach just about dropped onto the floor as she heard her daughter’s teacher say how generous and kind Bucky was.

Another ring, one more and I can hang up. She thought but no, nothing with Bucky was ever simple. He couldn’t not answer the phone when (Y/n) wanted. Was that too much to ask? For Bucky to read her mind?

“Hey, do-“ Bucky stopped himself, trying to mask it with a cough. He couldn’t call you that anymore, he had to remember that. “What’s up?”

“Hi, I just wanted to ask you about something but I guess you’re busy so I’ll just-“

Bucky laughed. “I’m never too busy for you.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, talk about nothing being simple. He couldn’t even make the divorce that he wanted easy!

“So, I didn’t know this happened or better yet how it happened but,” She took a deep breath. “Peanut’s school is having a gala, a fund raiser and somehow P put your name down.”

The line went silent for a couple of seconds.

“I tried to explain to the school that you would be busy and that you don’t even go to your work galas.” She tried to joke, gnawing on her bottom lip nervously.

Bucky broke the silence with a noise. “Mhm.”

“But they said that when the parents saw the school was auctioning a day with an Avenger, ticket sales went up like 200 percent.”

“Oh Peanut.” Bucky groaned.

“I know you’re probably going to be busy,” (Y/n) said. “I just had to ask. P threatened to paint her hair blue if I didn’t give you a call.”

“She gets that from you.” Bucky’s low chuckle sent tingles through her body.

(Y/n) leaned on the wall behind her with a deep breath, she could always count on Bucky to calm her nerves. “Sure, we can say P gets her determination and ability to blackmail from me and not her father, James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky’s belly laugh warmed (Y/n)’s heart, it had been a long time since she’d heard it.

“When’s the thing?”

“It’s next Friday but don’t worry, we can auction off something from that old box I have in the attic. Maybe that old leather jacket-“

“Don’t you dare.” Bucky playfully growled. “Never get rid of my lucky jacket! If I remember correctly that thing is the reason I got a second date out of you.”

Her mind went to that moment in time, all those years ago. It was Bucky’s favorite but he said it looked better on her.

“Is P going to the gala?” Bucky interrupted (Y/n)’s thoughts.

“Yeah, kids can go too.” She continued. “How about you ask Sam to submit a signed shield. The prototypes that no one uses-“

“I’ll be there.”

“What?” Her eyes just about bulged out of their sockets.

“I’ll be there.” Bucky repeated casually, like it wasn’t the first time ever he wanted to go to any of Peanut’s school events. Let alone a gala!

“You do know you’ll have to wear a tux, right?” She noted.

“You’ll be there, right?” Bucky asked.

“Mhm.” (Y/n) brought her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Then I’m sure I can find one or two in the back of my closet.” Bucky smiled thinking about his options. She won’t be happy, but it’ll be worth it. He thought.

“Oh-okay. So I guess I’ll see you next week.”

(Y/n) smoothed the fabric of her dress nervously. Did Bucky forget he was supposed to be here? Was he sent on a mission at the last moment? She looked over at Peanut at the kids table, so excited that her dad was finally going to something at her school.

When she first started, some of her classmates and teachers didn’t believe she was Bucky’s daughter. (Y/n) and Bucky had chosen an extremely protected private school for the same reason, they didn’t want someone else telling P about the Winter Soldier, not before she was old enough to understand.

After the first tear dropped from Peanut’s eyes, when she told her dad no one at school believed her, you best believe Bucky picked her up every single day. He would often take off his jacket as soon as he got to her school just so everyone would shut their mouths. No one was to make his little girl cry, ever.

(Y/n) turned to the bar behind her and ordered a glass of champagne.

“Do you think he’s actually going to come?” One of the women next to (Y/n) asked her friends.

“Honey, if he does, you gals better take out a loan because that man is going home with me.” An older woman laughed into her drink.

“A recently divorced hunk? Sign me up. I don’t need the full day, just a couple of hours with him and it’ll be enough.” Another one said.

(Y/n) cringed at their words. She obviously has eyes, she knew what her ex-husband looked like but did people have to talk about him like he was just a piece of meat?

The whole room suddenly got quiet. (Y/n) looked left and right to see what had happened and it wasn’t long until she found out. Bucky strolled into the room.

He did not. (Y/n) thought.

Bucky was wearing the tuxedo he wore at their wedding. The black-on-black combination made him look even more mysterious than he already was. But every ounce of his dark persona disappeared once he heard the two magic words.

“Hi Daddy!” Peanut came running towards Bucky at full speed. With a small umph Bucky picked up his daughter and twirled her around.

“Hello princess.” Bucky smiled, melting for his sweet little girl. “Why don’t you tell me where mommy is?”

Peanut pointed a chubby finger towards (Y/n) and she held up her champagne glass, the murmurs and gasps of the women next to her didn’t go unnoticed.

Bucky placed Peanut back on the floor and set his eyes on (Y/n), it was like everything and everyone around him became blurry. He could only see her.

“You’re late.” (Y/n) looked up at him.

“I’m the talent, I am never late.” Bucky smiled at her, the kind of smile that made women all over the world want to drop to their knees, for various reasons.

(Y/n) laughed, pushing Bucky away with her left hand. Bucky took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the spot on her third finger where her ring used to sit.

“You look radiant.” Bucky came closer to (Y/n) placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

She took in his intoxicating smell, it had been forever since she’d been this close to him. (Y/n) took a deep breath, the memories coming to life again. But before she could get lost in the past, the present came into view.

(Y/n) cleared her throat and took a step back before turning to the women gawking next to them. “Ladies, may I introduced you to my ex-husband, James?”

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned to them, a forced smile playing on his lips.

(Y/n) slipped from the group with a light laugh and sat down at her table, the auction about to start.

It wasn’t long before Bucky’s category came up, women desperate to cheat on their husbands without actually doing it. (Y/n) smiled cheekily as she saw Bucky fidget on the stage, the bright lights made him feel like he was a show horse.

“Mr. Barnes was kind enough to auction a day with an Avenger, the winner of this would spend the day at the Avengers Compound and meet some of the people responsible for our safety!” Peanut’s principal spoke into the microphone.

“I can’t assure a tour of the compound.” Bucky’s raspy voice said through the speakers.

“We’ll see the details later.” The principal waved him off. “How about we start the bidding at four hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred.” A woman way too old to be with Bucky, and that’s taking into consideration that he’s over a hundred years old, raised her bid card.

“Six hundred.” Another woman said.

“Seven hundred.” A third spoke.

Bucky’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, he hadn’t considered the fact that women would actually bid to be with him. He turned to (Y/n) with pleading eyes.

“Mommy, aren’t you gonna bid on daddy?” P asked her.

“Honey-“ (Y/n) was about to explain how for some people spending a day with her Dad would be the experience of a lifetime, when one of the women she heard speaking so vulgarly about Bucky raised her card.

“One thousand dollars.” The woman had a smug look on her face.

“Going once-“ The principal said.

“Mommy do something.” Peanut whispered.

“Going twice.” Bucky threw his head back. Fuuck. He thought.

“Go-“

“Two thousand dollars.” (Y/n) raised her card.

Bucky’s head snapped forward at the sound of her voice. His scowl turned into a smile.

“Sold, to the lady in the back.” The principal’s eyes just about turned into dollar signs.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Bucky whispered, hiking Peanut’s body up. At some point in the night she had fallen asleep and now her father was carrying her to (Y/n)’s car.

(Y/n) waved her hand. “It was nothing. I couldn’t let you spend a day with that hornets’ nest. She would’ve eaten you alive.

“Still- thank you.” Bucky’s kind eyes were one of the first things that drew (Y/n) to him, the same shade he now shared with his daughter.

(Y/n) unlocked her car so he could strap Peanut in.

“So, when should I pick you up?” Bucky opened (Y/n)’s door so she could get in.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, about the auction thing. You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’re going to be busy.”

“How’s next Thursday at 8 sound? We can take P to school and I’ll give you an extremely memorable ‘Day with an Avenger’.” Bucky’s smooth words coated her heart.

“I’ve already had a couple of ‘Days with an Avenger’ and they haven’t been that memorable.” She teased.

“I can think of a couple of memorable days where you would beg-“

(Y/n) clamped her hand over Bucky’s mouth. “You can’t say that!”

“Would I be lying?” Bucky’s muffled voice said proudly.

“I’ll see you next Thursday.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes with a smile. “Please don’t be late.”

“Promise.”

The doorbell rang at 7:50 am on Thursday.

“Be careful Peanut!” (Y/n) yelled as she opened the door. “Don’t fall from the stool! I don’t really feel like visiting the hospital right now.”

She huffed as she opened the door. Mornings were always chaotic but now, without another pair of helping hands it felt impossible. But here he was.

Bucky stood at the other side of the door, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. A bouquet of her favorite flowers on one hand and balancing two coffees on the other.

“Good morning.” Bucky placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Need help with anything?”

(Y/n) stepped aside with her jaw on the floor, letting Bucky come inside.

“Hiya Daddy!” Peanut beamed, shoving another forkful of French toast in her mouth.

“How’s my number one girl doing this morning?” Bucky asked, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

(Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, feeling like she’d walked into another dimension.

“Sorry doll, you’ve been bumped down to the number two spot.” Bucky winked at (Y/n) and her eyebrows shot up. “You still keep the vases on the top cupboard?”

(Y/n) slowly nodded, the shocked expression never left her.

Definitely an alternate dimension, it’s the only explanation. She thought.

Drop off was perfect and the ride to the compound was actually pleasant.

“You got a new car.” (Y/n) hummed, looking around Bucky’s new SUV.

He nodded proudly. “I can’t ride around on a bike forever. Plus, you asked me to get a car.”

“I asked you to get a car over a year ago.” She snorted.

Bucky shrugged, the relaxed smile on his lips never faltered. “Took me a while but I got it.”

(Y/n) eyed her ex-husband curiously. Fresh haircut, cologne, pressed t-shirt. New car, more present. Something changed. “Okay, who is she?”

“Who’s who?” Bucky’s forehead creased.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child, you can tell me who she is.”

“If you’re trying to say I’m dating someone, I’m not.” Bucky looked a little offended.

“I never said anything about dating.” (Y/n) laughed. “You can get some without making it official.”

“I’m not doing that either.” Bucky grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles white.

“I’m sorry for asking. I didn’t know you not getting any was a sore subject.” She held her hands up in surrender and laughed. “You do know you can do that right? I’m pretty sure the papers we signed mean that we’re no longer together, meaning you can have se-“

Bucky’s groan interrupted her, he ran his palm through his face. “Can we not talk about my sex life please? I actually have a nice day planned, and it doesn’t include this topic of conversation.”

“You. Have a day planned.” She emphasized the words.

“Please feel free make me sound more like an asshole.” Bucky chuckled.

And what a day did he have planned.

It started by taking her to the newly renovated Avengers Museum on the compound. Bucky showed (Y/n) a few never before seen pictures of himself from the 40’s.

“The investigators dug these up.” He smiled.

“You were a baby!” She laughed, posing for a picture next to the blown-up print of him.

“You think Peanut will look like me when she’s a little bit older?” Bucky came up behind her, resting his head on hers and tossing his arms over her shoulders.

(Y/n) relaxed into his body. “You want her to look more like you? She’s basically your twin.”

His laugh made her whole body vibrate. “What can I say? We should have tried to get a boy after P, maybe he would look like you.”

Afterwards came a late lunch by the lake followed by a tour of the new wing dedicated to Steve Rogers. Bucky had thought of everything. He asked Sam to pick up Peanut from school and make sure she did her homework, took a bath and brushed her teeth before going to bed.

The sun was setting as Bucky drove (Y/n) home, he rested his hand on the center console hoping she would take it. It wasn’t long until she intertwined their fingers.

Bucky opened her side of the door and helped her down. (Y/n) leaned on his car.

“Thank you for a lovely day.” She smiled. “Don’t know if it was worth 2k but, I had an amazing time.”

Bucky fake gasped, clutching the left side of his chest. “You don’t think I’m worth two thousand measly dollars?”

“Some of us actually have to work to get two thousand dollars, not just pose around and look cute.” She bit the inside of her cheek to stop a smile from forming.

Bucky stepped closer to her. “Well I would pay you way more than that to pose around for me. You already have the cute thing down to a T.”

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, dragging his knuckles against her cheek and stopping at her lips. Bucky pulled her closer to him and placed his lips on hers. At first it was soft but once his brain registered what was happening, it turned dark and hungry. It was like he was running out of oxygen and the only thing that could breathe life into him was her kiss.

With a gasp, she pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked breathlessly, bringing her fingers to her throbbing lips.

“(Y/n), please.” Bucky sighed. “I want you, I need you. And I’m not talking about stupid sex, I’m talking about you. Talking to you every day, telling me off for things I do or don’t do, I want us. Together.”

Her eyebrows creased, she felt her body heat up with rage. “What makes you think you can kiss me like that? Like nothing’s ever happened. Like you’ve forgotten we’re not together anymore.”

“Please.” Bucky’s crystal blue eyes reddened. “Do you want me to get on my knees? Because I’ll do it. I’m begging you, please take me back. I want to be with you, forever.”

(Y/n) sniffled, tears of her own threatening to fall. “I’m not falling for this, not again. I’m about to finish mending my broken heart, I’ve just finished putting the pieces back together and for you to come here and-“

“I’m trying-“ Bucky cried. “I’m really trying to show you that I’ve changed.”

(Y/n) let out a dry laugh. “Does going to one gala and buying a car mean you’ve changed? I asked you to buy that thing for a whole year and you never even thought about it.”

“But I’m doing it now, does that mean anything?” Bucky asked with saddened eyes.

“Yes, it means that you only want me because you can’t have me.”

“That’s not-“ He tried to argue but she turned towards her door.

“Thank you for the nice day James but, I have to go to my real life. The one in which we’re still divorced and you have to leave for some undisclosed amount of time to a classified location. Do you remember? Your reallife.” (Y/n) opened her front door, thanking Sam for taking care of Peanut.

Bucky was left on the driveway with tears running down his cheek.

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mayaflowerxs · 9 months

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hii! if u don't mind, can u do meandom!jaemin && softdom!jisung threesome please? :D

SHARING IS CARING

Synopsis: Loving you in secrecy is a lot harder than Jisung thought it’d be. Especially when your boyfriend is his possessive best friend. But maybe Jaemin’s kink for voyeurism may just be the way to your pants & possible heart.

Warning: Smut! / swear word usage, voyeurism kink, exhibition, est. relationship, threesome, creampies, dirty talking, and name calling, Jisung is a lovesick pup. (Not the best im so sorry!)

Pairing: Jaemin x f!reader x Jisung

Loud banging can be heard from downstairs. What was supposed to be a movie night soon turned into a sex marathon upstairs in Jaemin’s room. A part of the guys wanted to be understanding, okay yeah it has been a long time since there has been any alone time spent with you but to do it when everyone’s home? Jesus.

None of them really had the energy to get dressed and go out and hoped that maybe turning up the volume would heard. But to their dismay it only got louder upstairs. To say Jaemin was a beast would be an understatement, but to make it even more interesting. It wasn’t even just you and him up there, but one other person as well.

Their maknae.

“Fuck Jisung faster!“ They can hear you shout, the bed frame smacking into the thin wall over and over again. The guys send each other look, a silent agreement. “Movie theaters?” Mark makes the effort to speak up first. “Yeah sure.” A chorus was made as they are quick to drop everything and leave as soon as possible. Leaving with a loud slam on the door but that wasn’t going to stop the sinful actions going on in your boyfriends room.

Your relationship with Jaemin is for the most part not an open relationship. He’s made it very clear you’re all his, so to explain how you managed to get dicked down by both him and his roommate is just a bit confusing. Before you began dating the boy, it had been made painfully obvious both him and Jisung has had a massive crush on you.

So much it even almost broke up their friendship. Luckily though, Jisung had managed to ��move on’ which in some parts he did. You fell for Jaemin and so he congratulated the two of you when you made it official. It wasn’t up until a month before their upcoming comeback did all those feelings for you start spiraling back up again. The two of you hung out more, you played video games with him as look as he let you give him a makeover. You forced him to go shopping with him and he forced you on scary rollercoaster rides in return. It should’ve been platonic but when he saw how the wind brushed your hair back, your perfume hitting his nostrils and the festivals bright colorful lights hit you as the moon cascaded down. He knew in that moment that maybe he wasn’t completely over you. And that was going to cause a problem all over again.

To hide it was even worse. Seeing you get all cuddly with Jaemin only made him yearn for you all the more. He watched how the two of you cooked and fed each other food. How you sat on his lap and played with his hair. To wear matching clothes and taking photo sessions with his camera. And when he got you to himself, he was foolish to feed himself to the same standards. Thinking it was okay to inch closer to you at the dinner table.

To hold your hand just as you’re about to cross on a busy road. To lend you his hoodies just so they’d smell like you when you gave them back and to pull you into his side when you got scared. Smiling fondly at you when you painted his nails and combed his hair. All of which did not go unnoticed by Jaemin himself. As much as Jaemin considers Jisung as his brother, there is a tiny flaw he has.

And that’s how insanely possessive he is. And to have to watch Jisung shamelessly flirt with you only irked him. He can’t blame you though, you’re gorgeous and the sweetest person ever. Who wouldn’t love you? And okay, so maybe he was a little out of line when he suddenly turned you around and smashed his lips on top of yours while you were mid conversation with Jisung. And a little out of line, when he smirked as he watched Jisung clear his throat uncomfortably and walk off into the comfort of his room.

But you were his. It was thought that the two of them had finally gotten past this. Over the course of the next few weeks you noticed how much more clinger Jaemin got. Pulling you into his lap every chance he got. Kissing your neck and murmuring lewd things in your ear. Slapping your ass each time you walked past him and of course in front of Jisung so that he knew, you were his. Jaemin thought he was doing all of this because of jealousy. Well at least that’s how it all started out as.

But that all changed the day you and him were alone in the dorms. At least that’s what you thought. You hadn’t noticed Jisung was in fact the only other person home, he had just been too preoccupied on his pc to care who was with him. It has been a long time since the two of you have had a proper day to relax. You decided why not?

Yet another loss Jisung gets in his game. Just as he’s about to press begin, he hears it. Staggered breathing, pants, groans, a bed squeaking and a slight banging on the door. As he takes off the head set his eyes widen at the realization that you were having sex with Jaemin in the room next door to his. He couldn’t believe it, a part of him felt his heart break but the majority felt curious. Wondering how you looked in such a vulnerable state. Are you just as beautiful as you always are? Of course you must be, the rushing thoughts of seeing you naked, hair disheveled and sweaty as you’re struggling to catch your breath while also begging for more made him make the irrational decision to get off his gaming chair and leave his room.

He planned to plant his ear up the door but when he sees it was actually slightly cracked open, he froze. ‘No this is wrong!’ But the closer he got the louder and more clearer he heard from you. After much conflict with himself, he did in fact get closer and boy did his imagination not do you justice. Legs pushed up to your chest, his best friend’s large hands gripping them as he focused on pounding into you. Forehead scrunched as he sets a brutal pace to your sopping cunt. Your body glistened with sweat, the ray of sunlight that pierced through the window made you glow so dearly. Your hair was scattered all over the bed but your skin. Your skin was bruised with Jaemin’s love bites that he made sure to be prominent for days despite your protests.

“Fuck Jaemin I can’t!” You cry out, hands desperately gripping the sheets as you hear your essence squelch with every hard thrust he makes. “Yes you can, fucking take it.” Jisung didn’t expect the harsh tone that falls out of his best friends mouth. To see how aggressive his thrusts were, how easily he manhandled you. Turning your body around, pressing your face down on the comforter as he returned to pounding you again. A hand gripping your hair, leaning down to suck even more hickies on your neck. Jisung felt slightly embarrassed by how easily turned on he’s getting. To feel the tight restriction in his pants the more he watches you be drilled into by his best friend.

Boy if only he knew that Jaemin was aware of his presence. And that there was a slightly possibility that the reason he began to fuck you like a madman was for Jisung’s perverted eyes.

And that he knew Jisung had been palming himself.

Jaemin couldn’t get that day out of his head. He couldn’t help but smirk when he encountered Jisung a few minutes after having sex with you and seeing how flustered he was. Feigning innocence. Even saying he wasn’t even aware that the two of you were even home and that he was too busy playing games. Jaemin knew, and he also knew that having Jisung watch turned Jaemin on a lot more than he would have liked.

He’d been bouncing back and forth with the idea of him possibly joining the two of you some time. And while he struggles to find reasons why he shouldn’t, he sees how much much closer Jisung gets with you. Boundaries he sure as hell knows he’s crossing. To catch Jisung shamelessly checking you out, smirking each time you grin at him and at some point even picked you up and throwing the both of you into the pool. Jaemin bites the inside of his cheek when he sees how turned on Jisung was when you clutched onto him. Your boobs pressed into his chest, and if he even thinks to look down he might just get motorboated by them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, having to bite his lip in order to prevent a moan from falling out his mouth you grind on him. Your thin bikini causing friction on his shorts that now, have a large dent in them.

Finally one night, he pops the question to you.

“What do you think of Jisung?” He said as you were cuddled up this side. “Jisung? Well he seems lovely, very funny. Why?” “If I allowed him to have sex with you would you?” Eyes bulging, you sit up with a look of shock on your face. “What?” You laugh nervously. “Tell me not you’re aware that he has a massive crush on you, not even that he’s in love with you.” Your face begins to heat up at the sudden news, “What? Jisung no way. We’re just friends-“ “That’s how we started off.”

“Okay but that’s different.” “No it’s not, before we started going out the two of us couldn’t even get along because we liked you so much.” “..really?” Nodding he sits up and takes ahold of your hands. “He loves you just as much as I do.” He sends you a soft smile in which you return.

“Which is why…if I were to talk about let’s say a threesome?” Chuckling nervously, you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know..I mean Jisung is attractive and I would be lying if I said there hasn’t been some sort of tension when he gets close to me.”

“Ah so you were aware that he’s been getting a lot closer to you then?” He raises a brow at you. “Well yeah! I mean who wouldn’t?” Shaking his head he grins and leans in for a kiss in which you gladly give him. “My dirty little slut, I bet you wondered how he is in bed.” Seeing your cheeks reddening he scoffs and holds your jaw. “Would you like that mhm? To have him fuck that little pussy of yours?” Feeling a small moan escape your mouth you nod slightly. “Words baby you know I hate the silence.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I’d like him to fuck my little pussy.”

“Good.”

Jisung was sure Jaemin was fucking with him. There was no way the most possessive man on the planet was actually allowing him in on a threesome with him and you. The same man that had ‘accidentally’ sent him a sex tape of the two of you going at it like bunnies in a public bathroom. The same man that verbally told him upfront and proudly to him the day he fingered you in the movie theaters and how he you sucked him off during the ride home. With your consent of course.

Jaemin who made each every opportunity to rub it in the youngster’s face that no matter how much he wished, he wasn’t the one who’s dating you. And nonetheless the one making love to you very night.

“You’re messing with me right?” Jisung chuckles nervously at him.

But the serious look on Jaemin’s face was a clear give away that he was in fact not messing with him. “I know you spied on us having sex.” “W-What?” Rolling his eyes, Jaemin huffs and takes the seat in front of his band mate. “Look I already spoke to y/n and she’s on board.” “Really?” Jisung couldn’t prevent himself from getting a little too excited by the news. But to know you actually would be all for having sex with him made the fluttering feelings compile back up in his stomach. “Don’t look too excited.” His smile falters.

“I call the shots and just because I’m allowing you to spend a night with her doesn’t mean she’s yours. Got that?” Struggling to come up with an answer, Jaemin stands up and goes to make his way out. “Of course if that’s a problem for you then I can always get someone else to replace you-“

“No!” Falling back into his seat, he composes himself. “I’m..I got it. I’m in.” Jaemin smirks and nods, “alright, she’ll be here tomorrow. She likes creampies so don’t jerk yourself off before then.” And like that he’s gone. Jisung groans and falls into the comfort of his bed. He knew what he was doing by telling him that, it’s like he likes torturing him. And having that thought run in his head, imagining you full of his cum, god did that leave him with a painful erection for the rest of the night.

To say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie. He was, every night he wondered how it’d be like to have you so close to him. To feel every inch of you and love you like you have always been his. A part of him still thinks it’s all some fucked up prank but when the day finally comes and you arrive.

It didn’t take long to have him locked in Jaemin’s room with you in nothing but a very thin and revealing lingerie. And although Jaemin wasn’t kidding, he was on the other hand a big meanie. Forcing Jisung to do nothing but watch for the first fifteen minutes of you on your knees sucking him off. His large hand on your hair as he forced you to take every inch of him. Slightly choking but quick to level yourself. Immediate to start sucking him again. “Look how damn needy you are for me. What a fucking cock slut.” Jaemin hisses, forcing you to look up at him. Your mouth open, he spits into it and forced you back on his dick. When he notices your hand make it’s way down to your pussy, he laughs fakely. “You feeling excited baby? Love the idea of having someone watch you suck me off like a bitch in heat?”

Pulling you off him, he turns you around to face Jisung who sits there with a big dent in his pants. “You like having Jisung watch you act like a slut?” “So much!” You shriek out when you feel Jaemin beginning to rub your clit furiously. Squirming in his lap, he wraps his other arm to keep you sat on his lap. “Look at him, don’t you dare look elsewhere while I’m making you come on my fingers.” Hands on the arm chair are clenched tightly, your clit getting sensitive the more Jaemin continues to rub. “Tell him how good it feels.” He says in your ear.

“God it feels so good Jisung!” His hands currently gripping the bed sheets, he groans as he stared at you unfolding at the seams. Trying your hardest to not break eye contact but it’s very hard the closer your getting to your climax. “How bad do you want him?” Jaemin tells you. “I need him badly Jaem!” “What do you want from him?” A short scream escapes you when he suddenly forces three fingers into your cunt. Thrusting with no reason to slow down. “I want his dick Jaem! Please Jisungie I need to suck your cock!”

Jaemin laughs at your state, “My little cock slut.” He presses a tender kiss on your cheek. A complete stark contrast from the abuse he’s doing on your poor heat. “Let’s see, Jisungie are you gonna let her suck your cock?” He gulps and nods. Standing up slowly and making his way over to you. Watching as your moans getting louder. “I’m close! So close!” Jaemin slows down which causes you to whine, a loud slap is heard. A red hand print on your ass, “Undo his pants baby.” Obliging, you unbutton his jeans and proceed to tug them down. He helps you and when he’s finally released, he slightly hisses when the sudden cold air hits him. He’s rock hard, and has your mouth salivating. “Go ahead, suck.” Jeamin pushes your head down to his dick.

And you do. You rip a loud groan out of Jisung when you kick one long stripe up from the base to his tip. Puppy eyes you make, something you always do to Jaemin that always has him fucking your throat. Knowing he’d explode his entire load inside your mouth. And that’s exactly what you want from Jisung. “Look at her.” Jaemin tells him. And he does, his hand goes to softly stroke your cheek as you jerk him off and focus your kitten licks on his red angry tip. The sudden harsh smack on your ass has you squealing but they’re muffled when your mouth is too preoccupied with Jisung’s dick. The vibration feels great around him, so much he begins to softly thrust into your mouth. Not wanting to hurt you. “That’s it, keep sucking him.” You hear a zipper and soon ruffling. Jaemin was taking off his pants and so you lift yourself just the tiniest bit to help him. But you’re so focused on making Jisung feel good. Loving how blissful he looks, his head thrown back the more you bob your head. Purposefully gagging on him that you don’t hear Jaemin command you to sit back down on him.

So he takes the liberty to do it for you, but when he does. You don’t expect to sit down on his dick. Forcing himself deep into your abdomen, filling you up full. Your tight walls quick to wrap themselves around him. “Fuck! Pussy still too tight shit..” Jaemin grunts. He was right, since the two of you have been dating. You’ve had sex for well over a hundred times and still you stay to be nice and tight for him. Even on the days you cock warm him. “Bounce on it slut.”

Jisung’s chest was heaving the faster you sucked him. Looking down and seeing your pretty tits bounce along with your movements. To watch how you lose yourself on Jaemin’s cock. A sight for sore eyes. It’s all heavenly that he can’t hold it in much longer, “Close..” he’s barely able to let out. He’s shocked to see you made no effort to pull away from him and instead you kept hollowing your cheeks around him. Fondling with his balls until finally he shot his load in the back of your throat. Watching you as you swallowed all of it, wiping the part that slipped out of your mouth only to lick it clean. “Fuck..” Jisung can’t help but say out loud. He watched how you sit up and raise your arms to pull him closer. And when he lets you, his eyes widen when you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss. Tasting himself on your lips, a bit salty and yet it only made him hard again.

When he pulls away, Jaemin pulls you off his dick. “On the bed baby.” He slaps your bum once more before you do. “How about we show Jisung how loud you can truly get yeah?” He grins at the thought and pulls you at the edge of the bed. “Yes please!” Throwing your head back when he pushes himself back in again. You’re put back into Jaemin’s favorite position and as you look over at Jisung you notice it may just be his as well. Jaemin pushing your legs until they’re by your chest, pressing you together as it’s more leverage for him to fuck into you harder. Skin on skin clapping reverberates off the walls. The bed constantly getting fucked on its beginning to creak with every thrust made. Your moans won’t stop getting louder and suddenly feeling Jisung’s lips on yours is all too much for you to focus clearly.

By the time Jaemin rips an orgasm out of you, overstimulated and clearly sensitive he cares too little and instead demands Jisung to sit down on the chair he was previously sitting on. Carrying you up and placing you on his lap, “Bounce.”

When Jisung notices the tears beginning to spill he worries he had hurt you. About ready to call it all off but he stops when you start to repeat, over and over again like a mantra, “love your cock! Love it so much!” If he wasn’t so engulfed with pleasure at the moment then he would have grown shy about it. But he can’t think of anything other than your tight gummy walls. He looks down and groans upon the sight of your abdomen. The slight dent his tip creates the more you take him. And when you cling on him, tits in his face he can’t help but lean in and suck. Sucking until there’s a visible bruise, and before he knows it he doesn’t stop and that only gets you to fuck him harder. “Shit!” He yells out when you tighten around him. His mind growing fuzzy, he thinks he’s losing his conscious. He’s never felt this much pleasure before, nothing his hand could ever compete.

Suddenly, Jisung is no longer paying much mind to what Jaemin has to say. He picks you up and lays you on the bed. Ramming into you with passion and need. Unlike Jaemin, he’s fucking you to prove his undying love for you. Unfortunately this may be his only time to really show you how he’s feeling. And as much as he’s like to have sex with you for the fun of it, he has to take the opportunity to reveal his true feelings for you. Knowing he can never do that verbally.

Jaemin sees this but doesn’t interject. He’s made his intentions clear and he knows Jisung’s a good enough guy to not do anything to ruin what he has with you. So he sits back and watches how Jisung kisses your body with delicacy. Hands rubbing your skin and grinding himself in you making sure you feel all of him inside you. Leaving hickey after hickey. And when he lifts your leg and throws it over his shoulder. He pounds you until you’re seeing stars. Leaning closer to kiss you, losing himself to the taste of your lips as you cling onto him. Almost as if you need him to survive and that only feeds his love for you.

His hand falls down to find your clit. Loving the sound of your high pitched moans at the feeling of him rubbing furiously on your sensitive nub. Pressing soft kisses to your face, he leans towards your ear and whispers. “Come for me princess.” The pet name was new, and to have him so close, so deep. You lose yourself in his embrace. But you do more than just come.

Chest heaving rapidly and body shaking with the intense orgasm, you spill all over the comforter as Jisung continues to rub. You were squirting for him, and so much his dick was completely drenched in your essence. All of it was overwhelming, and before he knew it. He too was coming, and hard.

“Oh shit! Shit!” Along with Jaemin’s, he spurts his load inside you. Groaning when he looks down and sees both his and Jaemin’s load falling out of your fucked out hole. Feeling himself grow soft inside you, he whines by the sensitivity of his dick when he goes to pull out of you. You were too tired out, going in and out of a slumber but that wasn’t stopping Jaemin. Pushing the younger boy out of the way, he spreads your legs apart and dives right into your messy cunt.

“Fuck Jaemin!” You shake in ecstasy. “Please no more!” Slapping your thigh when you try to close your legs around his head. You hear his slurping bounce off the walls. Sucking and licking figure eights on your clit. And when he finally does let go of you, his chin glistens with yours and their essences.

The three of you try to catch each other’s breaths. “Shower time.” Jaemin simply tells you, feeling your pussy flutter at the meaning of that. Turning to face Jisung, he ignores the small look of hope that he may get invited.

“Alright thanks for coming, bye bye now.”

“But ! —“ slamming the door in his face, Jaemin turns to pick you up and over to the bathroom where he’d busy himself in fucking you all over again until you’re seeing white.

So maybe sharing you with Jisung wasn’t so bad after all.

He wonders if maybe allowing him to love you openly wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

After all, he does know how to fuck like a pro if he’s managed to get you to squirt for him.

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kleoyeager78 · 4 months

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Can i request a kento nanami one shot where kentos a cold ceo who had a assistant who is very cute and kind but has a secret praising kink and kento figure out so yk stuff happen 🤭😻

High standards | Nanami x reader

Tw: smut

“I SAID HAVE THOSE PAPERS READY BY NINE IF THEY ARENT YOU CAN START LOOKING FOR A NEW JOB” Nanami yelled at one of his employees before slamming his office door and walking over to his desk.

Just as he was about to put his head down because the way nothing was going according to his plans today had his stress levels so high he heard a knock at the door making him groan, “come in”

“Shachou, I have those papers you asked for an hour ago! They are completed” you handed them to him and he looked over them with a little smile,

“You’re the reason my standards for this office are so high y'know” he looked up at you with a small grin, “No one works as hard as you y/n -San and it’s pissing me off” he lets out a little laugh, but it’s dry. Like nothing is funny to him at all and that he’s quite agitated,

“I do my best sir and will continue to do so for as long as I work here! If you need anything else please let me know and it’ll be done in a timely manner” you looked at him trying not to show how his earlier words had you flustered, you loved when he let you know how good your work was, it did something to you both physically and mentally,

“You’re such a good girl” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back looking up at the ceiling, “Will you make sure that everyone finishes on time? I need to take a long break” you saw that ge was undoing his tie while saying all this and that only made you want to go feral, he looked so hot doing almost nothing.

“Yes sir I’m on it!” You walked out his office and began to get everyone in line. For the most part you helped people but for the other part you just did the work because you didn’t like how some of them worked and you knew Nanami wouldn’t either.

At the end of the day when everyone has went home you still had a load of paperwork to do so you sat in your office and did it not even noticing everyone had left because you were so immersed in the work.

Your door knob twisted and in came Nanami looking at you with confusion, “why are you here so late?” He asked making you finally look up,

“It’s only six I’ll leave in about another hour sir! I’ll be sure to lock up as well” you sent him a smile before getting back to work,

“Y/n it’s eight” Nanami looked at his watch and then you,

“Crap I have less time than I thought” you mumbled to yourself and started working faster,

You didn’t notice Nanami had come behind you until he spoke, “the fact you’re rushing yet your work remains flawless” he praised making you flustered,

Your legs instinctively rubbed together and you had to forcefully stop them, “Thank you sir” you tried really hard to tame yourself but at this point you were sure he knew what he was doing to you because he stayed closed to you not saying anything and of course he could’ve just been observing your work but only a fool wouldn’t be able to see the affects this man had on your body and you knew for a fact Nanami was no fool,

You could feel his steamy breath on your neck as he spoke, “Are you hungry?” He gently spoke into your ear,

“Are you sir?” You asked a bit nervously,

“Very” he continued to speak gently into your ear,

“I can go get you food after I’m finished with this paper it’ll only take a minute. Did you have in mind something you wanted to eat?” You asked rushing to finish your work.

“You” he said with no hesitation. After saying that he straightened his back and put each one his arms on the side of your desk while standing behind your chair basically trapping you in between him.

“Sha-“ you started to speak but he quickly cut you off,

“You didn’t think your flustered faces and body language went unnoticed by me did you?”

You tried to stand up and he noticed this so he moved out your way and rolled your chair out of his way. You looked at him with shock all over your face, “Sir I-I” he cut you off with a kiss that you didn’t deny,

“Call me kento.” He said cupping your thighs and placing you on the desk. He spread your legs so that he could be in the middle of them, he place his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you into another kiss it’s not like it was hard for him to do so though, you barely could keep up with what was happening but you sure didn’t mind Nanami touching your body.

Nanami started to move down to your neck and you tilted your head back to give him more access,

As he sucked on your neck he couldn’t help but admire the moans that left your mouth, he couldn’t help but move faster so that he could get to the more sensitive parts of your body to hear them more.

He began to unbuckle your shirt and you helped him. As soon as he got it off he was unclasping your bra and showing your boobs some affection too,

You tried your best to keep down your moans but Nanami didn’t appreciate that, it didn’t take him long for him to take off your skirt and panties and have your bare ass bent over the desk,

He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants and boxers “Be a good girl and don’t hold back those pretty moans” was the only thing he said before entering you from behind,

He didn’t even let you adjust to him before he started pounding your pussy with no mercy, he loved the wet sounds your pussy made as he pounded into you but most of all he enjoyed the sounds that left your mouth,

You were moaning so loud. He was glad the only people in the building were the custodians,

“I can’t-“ you moan, not even being able to finish your sentence. Your eyes were in the back of your head at this point,

You suddenly squirted on Nanami and couldn’t keep yourself up so he put his hands on your waist and his thrust only got rougher,

Then you felt it.

Your legs began to shake and you creamed on his cock.

This made him speed up only making your legs shake more violently and also caused you to moan and cry from the pressure,

After just a couple of minutes he exited your pussy and just as you thought he was done and was just going to nut on your back you felt him put just the tip of cock in your ass and he fucked it until his cum was leaking out of him and into it. Some of it dripping down to your pussy causing him to fuck it in there.

By the end you could barely walk or speak, your throat hurt so bad from moaning.

Kento took you to get something to eat and then took you home, he noticed that you couldn’t physically do anything after what happened in the office so he ended up crashing at your place,

He made sure that you were not only feed but clean and that was enough for him to call it a night,

A/n ~ I completely forgot how to write smut I’m so sorry yall I wish I could’ve done better on this one

#jjk #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk x reader #jujitsu kaisen

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yourmanz-sodapop · 4 months

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BTS reaction to being jealous/insecure of your ex

Jin:

Him and your ex meeting was a complete accident.

You never wanted them to meet, your ex was something.

When they met you were dining in a nice restaurant to celebrate their latest mv.

Your ex just suddenly popped up out of nowhere grabbing your shoulder in the process.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Jin.

Your ex just suddenly got to talking with Jin. He brought up a tattoo you had that Jin loved. It was a small tattoo behind your ear. Three stars, your ex mentioned how he was the one to convince you to get it.

“Oh, did you?” was Jin’s response.

This could not have gotten any worse.

You were so very wrong.

Then your ex suddenly brought up your engagement, to him of course, not Jin. Something Jin didn’t even know about. All he knew was that your ex had cheated on you with your cousin and lied about it.

The entire ordeal was uncomfortable, and he didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder.

When it was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, Jin stood up and grabbed your hand, quickly heading to the front to pay.

Your ex followed, it seemed he had taken quite a liking to bothering Jin. He even followed you both to your car.

“You know I never stopped loving y/n.”

“If that’s so true you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place, but I have to thank you because I am never letting him go. Have a good night. ” Jin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face..

Jin wasn’t by any means a mean person but there were lines that no one should cross and your ex crossed them.

Yoongi:

Yoongi knew that your ex and you didn’t break up on bad terms. Rather unfortunate terms.

You were only starting to build your business, he wanted a lot of time and you just couldn’t give that to him.

His family were still friends with your family so when he learned that he would be at your sister's wedding as well, he lost a bit of excitement.

He knew you still talked, not often but he knew every once in a while you would talk on the phone.

In all honesty he was dreading the next day. Where he would have to not only meet your family for the first time, your whole family, but also worry about your ex just coming and snatching you up.

He was scared, he had to admit he had Jimin stalk your ex on instagram a bit, he still had pictures of you from your time in university, when you guys were dating.

There was one particular one that bothered Yoongi.

It was a picture of you sleeping, it was obvious to Yoongi that you both just got done doing the deed.

It’s one of those things you really only know about your partner if you've been dating them for a while. Just little details that you notice over time.

To the world it might just look like you're sleeping, but Yoongi knows you. You NEVER sleep on your stomach. You think it’s the most uncomfortable position.

The only times you sleep on your stomach are when you're too tired to move.

And no he’s not overreacting.

He of course didn’t bring it up, he knew you would get a kick out of it and tease him over being jealous.

But logically he knows he has nothing to worry about, what happened between you and your ex, was a long time ago. you’ve moved on even if he hasn’t.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was such a happy person. So he tried his best to be happy when you ran into your ex at the park. In the hidden area he was sure no one knew about.

The same park coincidentally that was his favorite, and that you both went to all the time.

Was he being paranoid? Probably but he had every right to.

We’re talking about the man who was your first. Not your first boyfriend or kiss but your first first.

As in your first time, he ‘turned’ you into a man, or whatever it is that people say about first times. Or did that only apply to hetero relationships? He doesn’t care

It didn’t help that once your ex saw you, he wouldn’t stop hugging you.

Or that he started to yap about the old times when you were still together.

Like ok he didn’t need to know that one time you ate a worm because of a dare.

Or that your love language was gift giving.

First of all, it wasn’t, if he knew you as well as he claimed to, he would know that you love physical touch.

Most of your days off are spent lying around, Your head on his chest whilst he plays with your hair. Your light snoring making him smile.

Just being there and hugging him was enough for you.

It was one of his favorite things.

He knows that there have been plenty of firsts for you both as well.

It was safe to say he wasn’t exactly the fondest of your ex. He was a little jealous and insecure.

But it’s ok because when you got home you made sure to get rid of any and all insecurities he may have had.

Namjoon:

Despises your ex, No questions asked.

Your ex was an absolute piece of trash.

Namjoon knew your family had money, and so did your ex.

But you were so ‘in love’ with your ex that you never noticed his love for your money.

You were the kindest person Namjoon ever met

Like even Namjoon lost his patience every once in a while for whatever reason

But you, God, you really never got angry, you never attracted problems or drama and stayed away from it

You were a big influence on your younger siblings, you always told them to not be pushovers but also to never start problems or fights

Namjoon was just so in love with you, you were kind, outgoing, talkative, but you also liked reading and painting, and you took workshop in your junior years which means you were very handy at a lot of things.

Like how can a person be all that

And then there was your ex, who used you, abused you and cheated on you multiple times

I mean how badly ‘in love’ do you have to be to let someone give you a scar and still take them back (don’t answer that)

But eventually after the 15th time you caught him cheating you just moved on

Yea Namjoon was in on ALL the tea.

Thankfully you met Namjoon not long after, but now here you were in a museum in Italy, and just his luck, your ex just happened to work there.

“Y/n?” that pesky voice, Namjoon immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and leaned against you

“Oh my God, Y/n, I haven’t seen you in years.”

Yeah, he was totally going to make a scene if he got too close.

Namjoon deliberately pulled you away from him, enough for him to know you were avoiding him, making sure your ex watched as he kissed you.

Jimin:

Jimin loathed your ex.

Why did he have to be so damn bubbly, and more importantly why did he have to make it so hard to dislike him.

He was just all smiles and laughter like Hobi.

Which marks the question, why the hell did you break up with him?

You mentioned once that it was because you lost feelings for him, but you guys were high school and college sweethearts.

All and I do mean all of your friends and family had mentioned how they were so sure you would marry him.

It kind of irritated him… no, it for sure irritated him.

He told you that he was uncomfortable that you all slept under the same roof during reunions. (Your family’s loaded.)

You had told him that just because his family and friends thought those things a few years back doesn’t mean it was going to come true, nor did it mean your feelings for him would magically reappear.

He wanted to get along with him, he really did.

But it was just so hard for him when he knew that this man had you the same way he has you.

That he’s seen you, all of you. Experienced everything before him.

He can’t help it. It’s pure jealousy. Jimin is a very jealous and possessive person.

But he would never put you in a tough situation, he understood that you and him were just friends.

Taehyung:

Your ex was a straight up psycho.

He had DM'd him on instagram harassing him to no end.

Spouting nonsense, but I mean you did technically leave him for Tae but still all nonsense.

I mean he had you cut off from your family, you being the fool in love, you believed everything he said to you.

Then you met Taehyung on a business trip.

Your ex believes Taehyung turned you against him.

I mean you can’t say he’s not crazy, your ex threatened to fly out all the way to Korea to ‘get you back.’

Taehyung, although he would never voice this outloud did fear that you would leave him for your ex.

Your ex was an excellent manipulator.

He was also handsome and very feminine looking.

He found a picture of you on his instagram where you're holding hands and he could only note how small his hands were in yours, or how he was significantly shorter than you both and you would lean down to kiss his cheek.

Basically everything Tae wasn’t.

His hands were big, and when it came down to it he was only two inches shorter than you.

You and your ex were the perfect instagram couple, but he was batshit crazy.

And well you know what they say, don’t believe everything you see on the online.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was completely insecure about your ex.

First of all, you were a bisexual male. So that alone meant he had more competition than if you were just gay.

And second you were married before him, with kids!!

You left your wife a long time ago before your kids were born, because you both just could never have peace.

You fought all the time and she would walk out on you several times to ‘scare you.’

You were both very toxic in that relationship, you decided for the sake of happiness and safety of your kids you would separate and have shared custody over them.

It’s better than the kids growing up in a bad home environment and watching their parents fight all the time.

Therapy hadn’t worked so what else could you do.

They would spend the school year with her and stay with Jungkook and yourself over the summer.

So far things were going great, now that the kids were starting to understand things they didn’t seem to have a problem with anything. They were happy.

There had never been a problem… with the kids.

It’s been very clear to him that your ex wife still had some kind of attachment to you and vice versa.

She was the mother of your children, you would always have a special love for her.

That’s where the insecurity comes in.

Legally there are no ties between you and him. Hell you don’t even live together yet and you’ve been together for 6 years now. Your twins were eight.

(You met Jungkook two years after your twin's birth, yes you are older than him.)

So there was nothing stopping you from getting back with her and cutting him loose.

It was kind of a given that Jungkook worried that one day he’d wake up only for you to tell him that you were going to give your marriage another try.

That was his biggest insecurity, that you would go back to your ex.

His other insecurity is that your ex would give you an ultimatum, him or the twins. He already knows where you stand.

You’d choose your twins over anyone and everyone.

He tolerates your ex but isn’t the biggest fan, especially at reunions.

That’s where he’s the most jealous, you look like the picture perfect family.

But at the end of the day he knows that you love him and the twins love him, and even though your ex can’t stand being in the same room as him, he has nothing to worry about.

#bts x male reader #bangtan #bottom bts #bts imagines #male reader #jin x male reader #seokjin x male reader #yoongi x male reader #suga x male reader #jhope x male reader #hoseok x male reader #namjoon x top male reader #namjoon x male reader #rm x male reader #jimin x male reader #taehyung x male reader #V x male reader #jungkook x male reader

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harrystylesfan2686 · 4 months

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"Truth Or Dare?"

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Another game night. Mor playing cupid.

A/N: thank you so much everyone who read and liked "Whould you rather...?". I love you all very much. This is kind of a second part to that but can be read as a standalone. I hope you fun reading this. 😁😏

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Another day, Another game night.

A whole month passed, and we still haven't gotten free of all the work. I guess rebuilding a whole continent takes time. Cassian's been spending time with Nesta quite a lot lately, giving her training sessions. Even though nothing is going on between them, I can see how they look at each other. Those secret glances and soft touches they give each other.

I hate to admit it but It makes me jealous.

When I told Mor about it, she gave me a confused look. Apparently nobody but me thinks that they have something going on.

So sitting right now, near Cass, I can't focus on anything. My mind constantly goes back to that slight smirk I saw Cassian give Nesta this morning. I push the thoughts away and try to listen to my friends playing.

Somehow, Cass convinced everyone to play truth and dare. He ignored everyone's whines and took out one of rhys's wine bottle that we'd finished. When we tried to talk him out of this game he forced us to sit in a circle, literally.

I sit with Cassian and Amren at either side of me. Azriel and Mor beside them, and Feyre and Rhysand in front of me.

Cassian spun the bottle and the game starts.

"Truth Or Dare?"

"Truth."

"What is the dumbest excuse have you used before to get out plans?"

"I said,"My cat is sick." To get out of a date, knowing very well My date knew I didn't have a cat." Mor laughs.

"Truth."

"What's the longest time you've ever gone without showering?"

"31 hours." Rhys thins his lips and nods. "You're supposed to say the truth." Cass comments. "I am" He narrows his eyes. "You're boring." Rhys rolls his eyes and my lips tug up as we move on.

"Dare."

"Drink a glass of water with 5 spoons of salt."

We all watch in awe when Amren it all with a straight face. No giving any reaction, she puts the glass down on the table and looks at her nails. "This was too easy." Mor quietly picks the glass and drinks the last drop of salt water from it, wincing immediately. "Do you not have taste buds?" Cass's widen eyes moves between her and the glass.

"Truth."

"What is one thing you would stand in line an hour for?"

"New paints." Feyre eyes lit up in excitement.

"Dare."

"Sit in someone's lap." Cassian smirks thinking that'll bother me.

"Mor!" I plop myself on her lap, both of us laughing hysterically as her arms wrap around my stomach. Cassian frowns. He rolls his eyes, huffing and spins the bottle.

"Truth."

"Which was your most embarrassing date?"

"There was this male, Loren or something, we were on a date at this club he told me to meet in. I go there and we have a good time but halfway through the date, this women comes up to him and slaps him with all her might! I'm standing there like," Mor impersonates with brows up, lips rolled in her mouth and continues,"turns out she was his wife." We gasp dramatically and she nods.

"Dare."

"Take off your cloths and dance around in you underwear."

"Oh darling, if you wanted to see me naked you should've just asked." Rhys smirks at cassian and completes his dare.

"Dare."

"Cassian, since you didn't answer your question last time," there it is, that glint in Mor's eyes that indicates choas. "I dare you to kiss Y/N." She grins.

Utter silence. My eyes widen and snap to Mor in shock. Everyone looks at Cassian to see his reaction.

"Oh come on! That's ridiculous!" He throws up his hands. "Uh-uh. Remember the rules, Cassie." Mor teases. I look at cassian silently cursing her for putting us in this situation. I see a bit pink in cassian's cheeks and my eyebrows go up.

Is Cassian blushing?

"F-fine." The slight hitch is his voice does not go unnoticed. He turns to me and my breath grows.

"Can I-," He clears his throat,"Can I kiss you?" He asks in low voice. He wants to make sure I'm alright. The realisation makes blood rush to my cheeks. I silently nod, not trusting my voice.

He leans closer, my eyes constantly switch between his eyes and lips. He stops just before my lips, giving me time to back off. I don't.

His lips touch mine.

I stop breathing.

Our lips rest against each other and my eyes close. His lips surprising soft.

His sighs against me. My mind clears out everything except how well how good it feels to kiss him.

I don't want this to end.

But it ends anyway.

He pulls back and looks into my eyes. I search his, waiting for the regret to come but all I see is awe in them. It makes my stomach flutter. I struggle to breath.

Someone claps. We snap out of whatever trance we seem to be in. I suddenly remember we aren't alone and my face heats. I clear my throat and look down because I can't look at anyone right now.

I just kissed Cassian. In front of everyone.

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My rest of the night is spent in a haze. I can't stop thinking about the kiss we had. I don't care that it was dare and that too of only 5 seconds.

When the game finally ends and we start to descend to rooms, as we wish each other good night, Mor gives me a sly smirk and a wink. My blush doesn't leave my face the whole night.

Cassian walks up to me and I take a deep breath preparing myself to get heartbroken. "Are you OK?" His question catches me off guard.

"Uh-yes. Why?" I stammer.

"Just wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable about before." His gaze dips to my mouth for a second before coming back to my eyes.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not." My faces flushes under his heated gaze.

He opens his mouth but closes immediately, swallowing back whatever he wanted to say.

"Let me walk you to your room?" He finally asks.

"Of course." I smile.

We start to my room, walking beside each other. Not saying anything and just enjoying our company. His hand brushes mine. I prey silently for him to take it in his. He doesn't.

I feel slightly disappointed when we reach my room. I open my door and turn to him.

"This is it, I guess. Good night." I look up at him.

His hand rises and tuck my hair behind my ear. I struggle to breath for the second time tonight. His fingers graze my face, from my cheek to jaw and moving back to his side. "Good night."

I go into my room and close to door, fearing if I stay out too long, I might do something crazy like kiss him again. I lean back against my door and try to even out my breath. My eyes close and head falls, thinking about the events happened tonight. I wait for the sound footsteps moving away, signaling his leave. I don't hear them.

I stand up straight and try to listen more properly but can't hear anything for some reason. I quietly open the door again to find him still standing there. Breathing heavy with heated eyes.

We take out each other in and our eyes meet, both filled with desire.

"Fuck it." He slams his lips to mine.

The force sends me almost falling back but he catches me, wrapping an arm around my waist and the other behind my face. He walks us both into the room. My hand grips his hair and the other on the door, slaming in shut.

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storiesofsvu · 6 months

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Good Little Pet

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, smut, kitten kink/very minor pet play, more mentions of it, strap sucking, daddy!emily, lots of dirty talk. Welp, we made it, the last halloween fic on November 8th. nbd lol. who knows if it's any good. Bare with me as I continue to try and get some one shots out for y'all!

To be completely honest, Emily was pretty exhausted, drained from a day of questioning sleazebag after sleazebag in an attempt to move forward on a case, the only saving grace was that it was local to D.C, no jets, no hotels and most importantly, she could come home to you at the end of the day. She’d already missed dinner, the sun gone from the sky when she finally trudged out to the parking lot, the car springing to life so the clock could tell her it was nearing ten thirty p.m. already. Plugging her dead phone in she let out a sigh and shifted the car into drive, by the time she hit the freeway her phone began to buzz with a couple of texts from you that she waited until she was at a standstill to check.

‘Guessing you’re trapped at work, I’m heading out around seven. Dinner’s in the fridge, lmk if you’re gonna swing by the party, you know the address.’ With a little smiley face and heart at the end. The next one was time stamped two hours later.

‘Ngl, I’m a little drunk. This Halloween punch is no joke. Would it be wildly inappropriate to say I want you to rail me into next week? God I hope you’re not on the jet rn galivanting off across the country because my hands just will not cut it.’

Emily barked out a laugh, shaking her head at your brashness before she swiftly typed out a reply, sly smile still on her cheeks.

‘It would only be wildly inappropriate if you weren’t my girlfriend. I’m on my way now, save me a drink.’

She signed it with a kiss and plugged the address into her GPS, taking note of the different exit she was going to have to take.

To be completely honest, you didn’t go out much, whether that was to the bar or to house parties, you especially felt like you’d outgrown the latter. You were much more focused on work and spending what free time you did have with your girlfriend considering she was out of town more often than not. So tonight was a special night where you were finally letting loose a little, indulging in punch, drinking games and catching up with friends you hadn’t seen in a while. The party was a mix of people, some you’d worked with in the past, their partners, friends, new coworkers, a full house including a handful of people you didn’t know.

You’d been catching up with April when one of those people you didn’t know sauntered up and introduced himself as Travis, his hand lingering in yours a little too long for comfort had you been sober. His intro line was funny enough to make you laugh and honestly he was pretty cute, if you were single and swung that way you wouldn’t have any complaints. He conveniently reached around you to grab a fresh beer out of the cooler, passing it off to his other hand so the first one could remain leaning on the counter, dangerously close to your body. You complimented his costume, earning a wide grin from him as he chuckled softly, paying both of you a compliment back before the three of you fell into an incredibly easy and comfortable conversation.

Emily managed to slip into the house unnoticed, though she wasn’t surprised, things were more than in full swing, people everywhere, lights low and music going. Crossing through the main living room there was a group of people half watching horror movies while shouting when to drink to each other while they talked over the rest of it. She caught eyes with a few people she recognized, giving them waves from across the room as she made her way through the space to the doorway of the kitchen where she heard you before she saw you. Your laugh always made her heart flutter, whether she was the one pulling them from you or not, her lips twitching up into a grin as her eyes searched through the darkened room.

Her eyes widened briefly when she saw you, dressed in a tight, sparkly black bodysuit with matching boy shorts over top, just enough of your chest peeking out over the top of the neckline. The tip of your nose was painted pink, whiskers drawn across your bright cheeks, a headband with cat ears on the top of your head and a fluffy tail pinned to the back of your shorts. She knew you hadn’t been planning anything extensive for your costume, not being one for dressing up but this was just the perfect amount to look good yet also drive her wild. As her gaze dragged up your body her head tilted, eyes narrowing at a hand resting on your hip that wasn’t yours, rather it was connected to the arm wrapped around your waist. The man beside you was laughing at something you said, leaning in to untangle a curl of your hair that had gotten wrapped around one of the cat ears.

She could tell that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable, the smile on your cheeks genuine and not just to appease him but that didn’t help the green eyed monster that was beginning to burn inside her gut. She wasn’t sure if it was an old friend or a stranger who was getting a little too cozy, but she certainly didn’t want him to stick around much longer. Slipping through the crowd she was finally able to approach you, a smirk breaking out on her lips when you spotted her, practically jumping away from the counter and your new friend.

“Baby!” You greeted, squeezing tightly at her hand as you popped toward her to steal a quick kiss.

“Hi babe.” She murmured back, smile on her cheeks before she was interrupted.

“Aw c’mon, you’re not even dressed up.” Travis interjected.

“Yeah?” Her hand found her hip, brushing back the front of her blazer revealing her Glock in the process.

“So what’re you supposed to be?” He asked again, smarmy grin on his cheeks.

“An FBI agent who’s pissed you’ve got your hands all over her girlfriend.” She replied with a stern gaze and he backed up with a laugh.

“You could at least let me hold your gun.”

“It’s not a prop.” Emily glared and he was across the kitchen without a second word, April disappearing to leave the two of you alone for a couple of minutes.

“He was harmless.” You giggled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I know.” She huffed a laugh, “doesn’t make intimidating him any less fun.”

“You’re ruthless.”

“And you make one hell of a seductive cat.”

“Yeah?” You asked with a grin, “that mean I get to sit on your lap?”

“You can do a lot more than sit on my lap.” She murmured; her fingers splayed across your jaw to tilt your head toward her as her thumb trailed down your neck. She’d been intending to pull you into a kiss but when her thumb hit leather her eyes directed further south, widening at the black choker around your neck. It only took a second for her to realize it wasn’t a necklace, but rather a collar, complete with a gemstone at the front of it, her head tilted in confusion. “That’s not your birthstone.”

“No.” You chuckled, “it’s yours. All kitties have to know who they belong to, don’t they?”

“Well you…” her thumb moved back up, rubbing at your jaw, “seem to have forgotten that part.” She leant down, leaving a kiss on the side of your neck, her next words husked into your ear, “I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.” Her teeth nipped at your earlobe as your breath caught in your throat, a tingle shooting through your entire body, “now kitten…who do you belong to?”

Your eyes widened, pulse quickening at the use of the new pet name, knowing no doubt it was brought on by the risqué costume you’d chosen for the night, completely unaware it was going to awaken something like this in Emily.

“You, daddy.” You whispered and she smiled, a hungry look in her eye as she leant in to peck you.

“Good girl.” Her hand slunk down your arm, fingers lacing with yours, “now, you promised you’d save me a drink.”

“Mmhmm…” Nodding, you took a breath to try and calm yourself before leading her to the drink table.

Emily’s hand didn’t leave your body for the rest of the night, lingering in the small of your back, resting across your shoulders, winding tightly around your waist whenever anyone got a little too friendly. Her lips would press into your neck, shoulder, cheek, temple, anywhere acceptable for PDA in a crowd like this, staying glued to your side to make sure it was known you were hers. At one point you leant over a table, tossing the beer pong ball back to someone and she caught Travis’ eyes looking directly down your shirt, lips forming a hungry grin that made her stomach churn. She grabbed your waist, swiftly turning you to her and catching you in a deep kiss, smiling at the way your arms instantly wound around her shoulders.

“It’s time to go.” She murmured and you let out a small giggle, whispering back.

“Whatever you say daddy.”

Emily’s tongue was down your throat, her hands pawing at your ass as she backed you down the hallway into the bedroom, nearly tripping over her own feet as she did. You let out a moan into the kiss, your hips rutting against hers as your arms wrapped tighter around her shoulders. Her teeth sank into your lower lip, pulling a groan from you as she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, a fire in her eyes as she grinned at you.

“Can’t believe you dressed up like this just for me.” She said and you giggled.

“Well.. if it was just for you… it would’ve been sluttier.”

“How so?” She asked, a brow raised.

“No shorts, for starters.” Your fingers slipped into the waist band, shoving them down your legs leaving you in just the body suit, “probably more cleavage.” You tugged the fabric down further, exposing more of your chest and Emily chuckled.

“But now you’ve lost your tail, kitten.” Her finger curled under your chin, tilting your head to the side, nipping at you earlobe, “although we could get you a plug that has one.” Her lips brushed against your skin, “would you like that?”

“Mmhm…” You giggled, a gleam in your eyes as you looked up at her, “I didn’t expect you to be so into this?”

“What can I say?” Her fingers slipped between the collar and your neck, “I like it when everyone knows you belong to me.” Your breath hitched as she tugged on the leather, pulling you closer to her, a familiar need beginning to pulse between your legs, “now why don’t you show daddy what gorgeous lingerie you have on under this and get down on your knees like a good little pet?”

You nodded eagerly, quickly slipping the bodysuit off your body, letting it drop to the floor while Emily padded through the room, stripping her own clothing as she went. Her eyes stayed on you, a small smile on her lips as she admired your lingerie, lacy and black to fit the theme, hugging your curves perfectly.

“That looks like my new favourite.” She purred, opening the nightstand drawer to pull out the strap, “how about you get rid of the bra, let me see those gorgeous tits, kitten.”

While you were ridding yourself of accessories, she was adding to her own, a smirk on her lips as she approached you, cock heavy between her legs. Her fingers curled around your cheek, turning your face up to her as her eyes slipped down to admire your half naked frame.

“Just so beautiful.” She winked, the tip of her finger tapping the tip of your nose, “now why don’t you get daddy’s cock nice and wet so I can fuck you so good you forget your own name, hmm?”

“Yes daddy.” The words were out of your mouth before you could even think, sitting up on your knees to brace yourself on her thighs while your lips eagerly wrapped around the tip of the toy.

You bobbed down it, sinking it into the back of your throat in the way Emily absolutely loved, her hips rocking it an inch deeper as she let out a soft groan. Her hand collected your hair, gently wrapping it around her fist while you pulled off her cock, tongue sticking out of your mouth and she chuckled, using her free hand to hit the tip of her dick on your tongue.

“Good girl.”

At the praise you smiled up at her, licking a broad strip up the toy before sucking it back into your mouth, inching down it once again. Emily’s hand tightened in your hair, pushing you down further and setting a faster pace as she continued to fuck into your mouth. You could feel drool pooling in the corners of your mouth and a similar wetness collecting in your panties, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt for some relief. Your mouth sunk down to the base of the toy, pulling a gasp from Emily when the movement nudged it right against her clit. Pushing her cock deeper into your throat you slowly shook your head, shifting it back and fourth and she groaned softly, her hand tugging you off the toy by your hair.

“Are you really that needy tonight kitten?” She asked, a fire behind her eyes and you nodded, chest heaving as you panted for breath.

“Please daddy.”

“Well then get on the bed, hands and knees.” She tugged on your hair, letting it fall from her hands as you stood, watching hungrily as you presented yourself for her. “Always such a good pet, aren’t you.” You felt the bed dip behind you as she climbed onto it, her hands sliding up the back of your thighs, squeezing at the globe of your ass before a hand spanked you and you let out a gasp, feeling the tingle shift from where she’d hit you spark through your body before settling in your pussy. Emily let out a small chuckle, her hands toying with your panties, “yes… I do think you’d look rather spectacular with a tail plugging that pretty ass.” She spanked you again, “for next time I guess.”

“Please…” You whined, pressing your hips back toward her, letting out a moan as her thumb brushed over your tight hole, pressing ever so lightly.

“Don’t worry kitten, daddy will take care of you.”

Her fingers slipped into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside before she chuckled darkly, her eyes settling on the glistening between your legs. There was no doubt you’d been waiting for this all evening and were absolutely aching for her to fill you up, walls fluttering around nothing as you let out a little whimper. Her hands slid up the backs of your thighs once again, pulling your pussy lips apart so she could admire you, watching the way the soft light made your juices practically sparkle. You dropped down onto your elbows, back arching and she hummed in appreciation as the angle of her view changed to one where she could see more of you, her fingers coming up to toy with your cunt.

“My pretty girl.” She purred, her slicked fingers rubbing up your back before they curled under your collar, “shame we don’t have a leash for you. I know how much you like to be choked.”

“Oh god…” you moaned, your eyes practically rolling back into your head as she tugged at the leather, just imagining how much harder she could be pulling with the extra accessory.

“We’ll make a trip to the toy store this weekend.” Her hand moved to swat at your ass again, “get my pretty kitty whatever she wants.”

You let out a loud gasp when her body rocked forward, cock plunging into you until her hips were crashing into yours, your body shooting forward on the bed.

“Fuck!”

“You can take it.” She groaned, pulling her hips back to admire her cock slicked with your juices before it plunged back into your heat. “This’ll teach you, won’t it?” She set a fast and deep pace, each thrust of her hips driving you forward on the bed, the head of her cock brushing your g-spot, pulling louder and longer moans from you. “No more flirting with silly boys at parties.”

“N-no.” You moaned out, pussy clenching down around her as you began to claw at the bedspread, pleasure surging through your body, your skin already on fire as she continued to fuck you with ease.

“And who does my sweet kitten belong to?” She asked, giving a particularly hard thrust that drove you into the mattress.

“You daddy.”

“That’s my good pet.” Continuing to fuck deeper into you she leant over your body, leaving a handful of kisses across you bare skin. Your body shivered with each touch of her lips, thighs shaking as her hand found its way between them, gently pinching your clit before rubbing it in circles. “I know you’re close princess, you’ve been waiting too long for this. So good for daddy…”

“Fu-uck. Oh fuck!” Your eyes scrunched shut as you felt the coil getting tighter before, “harder!”

Your request was all Emily needed before her hips crashed into yours and you collapsed onto the bed, letting her fuck you into the mattress and her fingers rubbed harder at your throbbing nub. Only a minute later and the dam burst, cries of pleasure escaping your lips to bounce off the bedroom walls, the only accompanying sounds Emily’s pants and sopping sounds from your cunt as you reached your orgasm.

Emily’s thrusts slowed as your body shook beneath her, her hand disappearing from your clit, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your hips as she fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s my good girl.” She cooed, “always so pretty for me when she comes.”

You let out a whimper in acknowledgement, barely nodding your head and she chuckled, giving you one last hard thrust that you gasped at before she gently pulled out, watching your juices dribble onto the bedspread. She tossed the strap to the side to be dealt with later, crawling over you as her hands soothed across your skin, lips leaving feather light kisses up your spine until she was fully over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple that you practically purred at while she untangled the cat ear headband from your hair, gently placing it on the nightstand. She shoved the covers down, rolling onto her back and tucking you into her side as you started to catch your breath, fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin as she pulled the covers back up over the two of you.

Once your breathing was evened out you let out a soft sigh and she smiled, tilting your head up to kiss your lips before her fingers traced the pattern of the leather on your neck, the stone catching in the light.

“We are actually gonna go to the store, right?” You asked with a yawn burrowing deeper into her embrace and she laughed.

“I said, I’ll get you whatever you want kitten.”

“Good.” You grinned, eyes opening to look up at her, “not gonna lie, if I knew this was gonna awaken something in you I wouldn’t have waited until Halloween.”

Emily rolled her eyes, swatting at your ass through the blanket as you laughed, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. Her fingers traced the choker, pinching at the gem, “you like wearing this?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded.

“Should get you something more dainty for everyday wear.”

“I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” She pinched at your chin, “maybe that way you won’t forget whose pet you are again.”

“Definitely not.”

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kenobster · 11 months

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The thing about Anakin (in prequel trilogy movies) is that he actually is a really good person by default. He is a war hero for a reason; he cares so deeply and unconditionally. Sure, he's a little careless sometimes and a little impulsive. He makes mistakes and bad calls and sometimes he needs to get his hormones under fucking control. But overall, he's very much trying to do a good job. He listens to feedback, he asks for advice, and he apologizes and tries to improve when he realizes he's wrong.

Really, he only ever crosses unforgivable lines when two very specific criteria are met: (1) when the most sensitive points of his trauma are being put under an immense amount of pressure; (2) when his support system, for whatever reason, is absent.

And even when those two criteria are met, he still struggles not to cross those lines as hard as he can for as long he can--until he eventually just snaps under the pressure.

Example #1, the Sand People massacre. Long before going to Tatooine, Anakin’s trauma points were already under an extreme amount of pressure. He was having nightmares about his mom--reminding him of his childhood as a slave and of the slavery in which he’d left her behind. When Anakin does go to Tatooine, his support system consists solely of a girl whom he does like and does trust but whom he doesn’t know very well. Old wounds continue to reopen as he takes his first steps into Mos Epsa and speaks with Watto, a being who owned and abused him. Anakin has no reason whatsoever to think Watto isn’t the orchestrator of his mother’s torment. But does he kill, dismember, or otherwise attack Watto? No. He remains polite. So polite, in fact, that it’s unsettling.

When he hears about his mother's capture and torture from the Lars family, Anakin is, suffice to say, upset. To rescue her, he goes alone (no support system). Even with his mother actively being brutalized (trauma), Anakin does not arrive with the intention of violence. He does not massacre the entire village in an attempt to rescue her. His plan is clearly to sneak in unnoticed, grab her, and sneak out. Even after seeing her strung up, at no point does his plan seem to change… Until she dies. In that moment, his mom, the epitome of his failure to free all the slaves, has just taken her last breath. He is completely alone. His mom has practically been slaughtered. His mom. Thus, his trauma hits a breaking point, and his usual support system is out of sight.

He snaps.

It is his choice, yes, but it is the result of a decade of abuse and generational trauma. It is also very much a mistake/accident… In other words, it is not an example of his true values and beliefs; it is an example of their temporary absence.*

*Evidence supporting this is in the scene with the line “to be angry is to be human,” but that’s a subject that needs its own whole ass post. I’ll link it later if I ever write it.

Example #2, the Jedi massacre. There are so many posts on the subject already that I'm not going to spend time detailing every single instance in which Palpatine isolates Anakin or manipulates Anakin into isolating himself. But a brief overview: sowing distrust in the Jedi Council, creating a narrative of deceit around the Jedi Order, orchestrating events to get Obi-Wan dead/offworld, and associating the dark side of the Force with Padme’s presence (via suggestions that only a Sith Lord can save her). With that, Anakin's entire support system is crippled. Unlike in AOTC, he is surrounded by loved ones, yes, but they can’t help him. By Palpatine's design, Anakin eventually bars each of them from entry.

Meanwhile, Palpatine is putting his trauma under extreme pressure and manipulating the shit out of him. Starting on the Invisible Hand itself, when Palpatine encourages Anakin to kill Dooku.* The movie explicitly connects this scene to the sand people massacre, which immediately establishes an awakening of old trauma. Wounds reopen, and Palpatine presses on them and he presses on them and he presses on them. Padme’s looming death becomes the symbol of his past trauma (of what he failed to protect and what he did as a result). And through Palpatine’s misinformation campaign, the Jedi become the perpetrators of this trauma, rather than the support system.

*For reasons beyond the scope of this post, I do not consider Count Dooku's murder to be an example of Anakin crossing an unforgivable line. I consider it to be an example of Anakin making a bad call. Even so, one could easily argue that his support system was absent and that his pressure points were being targeted in this scene, too. But I find that argument uninteresting because it doesn't apply imo.

Still, Anakin resists. Still, he tries again and again to retain his ideals. He seeks advice from Yoda. He listens to Obi-Wan's feedback and apologizes. He opens up to Padme. He initially rejects Sith Lord Palpatine. He tries to do the right thing by telling Mace Windu and letting the Council handle things. Because that's who he is--that's his true nature. Anakin is alone in the Council chambers (no support system) when Palpatine taunts him with Padme's inevitable death (trauma). And still, he resists. He races to Palpatine's office, but does he immediately kill, dismember, or otherwise attack Mace Windu? No. Even as Palpatine continues to press on his trauma (“I have the power to save the one you love!”), Anakin tries to reason with Mace. However much he is rationalizing the truth to his benefit, he is still trying to get out of this trap. He even admits the core of it in the end: “I need him!” Even then, even when Mace rightly goes for the killing blow, Anakin is still resisting! He attacks, he dismembers, but he doesn't kill. He makes an impulsive, ill-thought-out, almost reflexive decision (supported by the horror in the line “What have I done?!”). It’s as if Palpatine has shoved him right up against that unforgivable line, and Anakin is using his last inch of space to not teeter over it.

Then Palpatine kills Mace Windu. In his mind, Anakin has nothing left after that. In his mind, he is responsible for getting Mace killed (trauma), and he doesn’t see how the Jedi can possibly forgive him (no support system). In his mind, his wife is dying (trauma), and he is alone in the presence of his abuser (no support system).

He snaps.

Unlike in AOTC, this does not happen by accident. These events were deliberately and continuously manufactured by a Sith Lord with an agenda. Palpatine directs Anakin’s explosion onto the Jedi Order, where Anakin compounds upon his trauma with more murder and more death. He becomes isolated to Palpatine's manipulations by killing (or enraging) his entire support system.

Afterward, Palpatine has all of the fuel he needs to make Anakin snap and snap and snap, over and over, for a very long time.

Who is to blame is such a boring, irrelevant question when we have such a fascinating character. The prequel trilogy gives us a complicated villain who is simultaneously the executor of such horrific violence and also the boy who wanted to free all the slaves. A villain who kills a part of himself every time he kills another. A villain who is so horrifically victimized even whilst he commits his terrible crimes. And because it's fiction (aka the victims of his actions are narrative elements, not people), I'm allowed to feel unashamedly devastated for him. I’m allowed to see the truth: that Darth Vader is only the suit he wears. The mask concealing the good person underneath. The Jedi Order was Anakin’s family, too, and you should feel sorry that he lost them. You should feel sorry for the way he is abused in ROTS. Darth Vader doesn’t represent who Anakin is or what he believes, and blame is irrelevant to this truth.

Because support systems matter. They matter to people who have gone through trauma. Yes, sometimes they are even the ONLY difference between the choice to do good and the choice to do bad. Sometimes, all that is necessary to prevent a heinous crime is to help them before they snap. I think people are uncomfortable with Anakin because that kind of helplessness is a really hard thing to admit. It's not fun to realize that you could have made similar choices if you had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong person. Research has shown people greatly prefer to attribute their accomplishments to their own actions and choices in life. It makes sense. The realization that external factors may have played a role in everything we take pride in is scary--but this fear leads us to the bias that we could never become Darth Vader. Even if we were raised as a slave, even if our loved ones were taken from us, even if our sense of reality was being manipulated and distorted--somehow we would not be broken. We would remain Anakin Skywalker.

It's a comforting fantasy for people who have done nothing wrong.

As someone who is human, someone who has made mistakes and bad calls and who regrets the times I might have crossed lines, I find a lot more comfort in the message George Lucas provides. The prequel trilogy is a story about the harm someone (anyone) can do if they're not careful. Anakin becomes Darth Vader not because he’s innately evil but rather because he’s under extreme pressure and no one is able to help him. In contrast, the original trilogy offers compassion and an opportunity for self-forgiveness. Darth Vader chooses to become Anakin simply because one person looked at what he'd done and said, "Stop. This isn't you." In the face of how helpless and dangerous every one of us can be, I find Anakin’s story to be really meaningful, and I wish more of us appreciated it.

#anakin #anakin & palpatine #anakin skywalker #pro anakin #pro jedi #i'm using that tag because i think i've made it clear palpatine is the orchestrator of this #which is something anti-jedi posts don't do #mine #discourse #kenobster opinions

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kaidoreunion · 8 months

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yandere android foxy: “playmate”

content warnings: android (humanoid-robot) foxy, robot x human relationships, stalking, yandere, kidnapping, GN reader

Two months ago, they promised you that the job would be relatively easy and straightforward, that it was completely safe and effortless, that it would be easy money. Two months ago, you were promised a forever job, with high pay and minimum effort.

“Oh, yeah, this one’s a breeze.” He’d said. “Watch the animatronics, make sure they stay in place and don’t get stolen or something, and keep the place clean. Basically, sit in your chair and watch the cameras, yeah?”

What he failed to tell you was that the animatronics, or androids, rather, weren’t just some stationary object that followed basic lines of code. No, he conveniently forgot to bring up that they had minds of their owns, that they’d taken lives that were swept under the rug by corporate, that they were capable of violence, emotion, causing tragedy and suffering.

Your mind is in shambles as you stare at the security camera footage, eyes squinting to get a better look at what should certainly be your mind playing tricks on you. But, as you rub your eyes, it becomes clear that what you’re seeing isn’t a trick at all.

Foxy, residing in Pirate Cove, one of the main attractions in the Pizzaplex, isn’t in his typical position. Instead, he’s casually walking toward the camera that’s pointed at him, making your heart race with each slow step he takes.

He tilts his head and leans in, the camera shaking as he reaches for it, tapping the lens with a hooked hand before the reception cuts out, leaving his area on your security cameras as a static screen.

You don’t have time to reflect, because shortly after, there’s a tapping at the left side door of your office. Naturally, you flinch and get to your feet, sliding a hand over the desk in search of anything to defend yourself. You grab on to a security baton, one of the few things this crummy job had given you, and hold it at your side defensively.

It’s fruitless, because when he wants to get in, he does so effortlessly. He slams his hooked hand against the glass window of the door, reaching down to unlock the door for himself. He pushes the door open and walks in, brushing the glass off his hook.

“Mighty fine security you’ve got yerself there.” He comments slyly, raising his head and meeting your eyes. You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at the sight of his narrowed eyes, one covered by an eyepatch, and the scratches on his body from being out of commission for so long. “Yer’ always just strain’ at those monitors with a tired look, nice to see a new expression on ya.”

“What the hell?” You murmur, gripping the baton. Foxy’s eyes dart to the weapon in your hand, then back to your face.

“Why so panicked? I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He raises his hands, or lack there of, in protest. “Been outta commission for a time now, y’know? Been watching ya watch those cameras the last month, looked rightly bored.”

You scan his metallic face for signs of malice or instability, but find nothing. You relax your grip and posture, but stay on your guard.

“How would you know? You stay in that… tent… thing.”

“Ah! Me Pirate’s Cove, that there is!” He exclaims, suddenly proud of himself. “Yer right, can’t see much there, but word spreads. Cute security guard don’t go unnoticed, given the old men we usually get ‘round here.”

You hesitate, unsure how to interpret the compliment. “Word spreads… with who?”

“Yer a bit slow, aren’t’cha? ‘S alright. We animatronics ain’t just props, y’know. Chica’s real keen on ya.” He chuckles, but you hear the insincerity in his tone. He takes a step towards you, and you instinctively take one backwards. “Yer shift ends at 6?”

“Yeah…” You trail off, tightening your grip on the baton once again.

He looks up at the clock on the wall. “‘S about 5.”

“I—“

He swiftly takes your wrist, pulling you toward his cold, yet shockingly soft, body. “Ya went home early?”

“What? I’m still here.”

“That’s not what this note says.” He grins a golden toothed smile, sticking a sticky note to the desk and lifting you, slinging you over his shoulder effortlessly.

“Fuck! Foxy, put me down!”

“Can’t hear ya, darlin’! What do ya say we get you some sweets to keep you calm?”

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere foxy

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decadentfantasy · 6 months

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Could you do MK11 Fujin, MK1 Earthrealmers (plus Syzoth and Lord Liu Kang) with a DJ/music producer reader?

𝑴𝑲1 𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑫𝑱/𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑬𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Syzoth, Liu Kang, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Raiden, Kung Lao

𝑻𝑾: brief mentions of alcohol

𝑨/𝑵: i'm sorry i took so long to answer, i've been so busy with school and it's completely drained me </3 i promise i'll be active again very soon

❥︎ 𝑺𝒀𝒁𝑶𝑻𝑯

❥︎ Being from Outworld, Syzoth is obviously unfamiliar with your line of work. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like it, quite the contrary in fact: as I've mentioned before dance in Outworld is considered a sacred art, and such appreciatetion is extended in regards of music as well. At every important celebration there are musicians and singers, in charge of entertaining the guests all evening. In Syzoth's eyes, what you do is very similar if not the same thing exactly, you just use different means.

❥︎ If you have one of those neon DJ consoles, Syzoth is going to be enamored by it. Reptiles have four color receptors in their eyes, one more than humans, so what he sees is far more vivid than what you see.

❥︎ Accessing the club you work in isn't a problem for him, after all he can turn invisible and walk right past the bouncers. He watches you from above, clinging to the ceiling, and sees the bustling sea of people surrounding the small stage you play on, colorful lights hitting the shimmering glitter on your face. It's the most beautiful and happy he ever saw you.

❥︎ 𝑳𝑰𝑼 𝑲𝑨𝑵𝑮

❥︎ I think it's important to mention Liu Kang lived in the '90s (his Friendship in MK11 is literally him dancing under a disco ball), he's a big fan of disco and pop music. And, despite that not exactly being your genre, he grows fond of it very quickly. After all it's your passion, it's only fair he interests himself in it at least a little.

❥︎ He likes to sit in on your recordings, especially if there are lyrics. Despite appreciating your music, he prefers the sound of your voice: he finds it sweet, caressing his ears softly. He could listen to you singing for days on end.

❥︎ Over the eons he's become increasingly good at sneaking around unnoticed, so he often goes to see you when he's not particularly busy and it's one of your quieter evenings (as quiet as a DJ can be). He doesn't want to disturb you so he just stands back, watching you from afar as you enjoy making people dance under the bright lights.

❥︎ 𝑱𝑶𝑯𝑵𝑵𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑮𝑬

❥︎ As a person who works in cinematic productions, Johnny deals with music producers all the time, so it's suffice to say he's not easily impressed. But, from the first time he heard you, he was hooked to you and your music. He doesn't know what it is, it could be the basses or the echoey vibe it has, but he loves the atmosphere it sets.

❥︎ He hired you on the stop after he saw you perform for the first performance, in his mind there's no other producer that can compete with your work. He has you compose and play the soundtrack for all of his movies, and some of your songs become hits thanks to him! Not to mention he brings you to a lot of his interviews and other occasions, increasing your popularity tremendously.

❥︎ When you're not busy composing, you still perform at one of the most exclusive nightclubs in Hollywood. And you better believe Johnny will attend every time he can! If he has to black out drunk, he'll do it with your music on, slowly growing to become white noise as he passes out.

❥︎ 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰

❥︎ He goes to nightclubs regularly, more out of habit than anything. He generally doesn't pay attention to the music that plays, huddled away in his VIP, but it's different when you play. He sees it in the way you move, the way you sing along to your own music: you pour so much passion into your job, he finds it contagious.

❥︎ Kenshi likes your more upbeat music, the fast-paced, bass-boosted kind. He's always been a fan of the more energetic genres, specifically synth-pop. He teaches you some Japanese words and phrases to use as lyrics, after a bit of coaxing he even relents and lets you record him for some of your pieces (much similarly to Lady Gaga's bodyguard in "Government Hooker").

❥︎ He doesn't tell you, but when you perform he takes it upon himself to look out for you. He knows how easily these events can escalate into violence, especially if there's alcohol available. He stands just behind you, watching over you from the shadows. And if nothing happens it's even better: he gets to just bask in the lovely atmosphere you create.

❥︎ 𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵

❥︎ Raiden isn't that big on clubs and nightlife in general, he's a very calm person who enjoys calm places. Still, the only time Kung Lao manages to convince him he gets to see you perform and instantly feels more comfortable in what he otherwise would find to be a suffocating atmosphere.

❥︎ He asks you to play privately for him often, in the comfort of your bedroom or living room. Truthfully, he enjoys looking at you as you play more than listening to the music itself: you look so relaxed even as your hands move so quickly over your console, a sequence that seems to be engraved in your memory from how effortlessly and fluidly you carry it out.

❥︎ While he doesn't attend many of your performances, he uses the lo-fi compilation you composed for him to do basically everything when you're not around, namely cook and meditate. He makes him feel like you're right there at all times, it brings him great comfort.

❥︎ 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑨𝑶

❥︎ While he can't exactly be described as a party animal, Kung Lao is still much more socially active than Raiden. Before your relationship developed to this point he was your biggest fan, doing his best to attend each and every one of your performances. He even got his t-shirt signed once, and it's the one he insists you wear when you sleep over at his place. Call him cheesy, but for him that was the fateful moment your lives crossed.

❥︎ If you were up to teach him, he'd love to learn how to play your console. It looks so complicated and cool with all its buttons, switches and levers, he has so much fun messing with them! Though he gets the worst jumpscares sometimes, making you laugh until your belly hurts. He almost doesn't mind.

❥︎ Even after you start dating he's still your biggest fan, maybe even more so than before. He's the type of boyfriend to brag about you to all of his friends, he's just so proud of you he can't keep it to himself! He especially enjoys helping you with your make-up before you go up on stage, it's an excuse to smother your face in kisses.

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