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samkerrworshipper · 11 months ago

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sugar baby | alexia putellas x reader

a big big big thank you to @codiemarin because this fic would not exist without her suggestions and ideas!!! also back from my hiatus (maybe) hope yall enjoy!

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni

This had become normal for you.

Every second night, instead of lying in the comfort of your own sheets or servicing clients in the club you used to work at, you were standing in the kitchen of your newest employer, plating up the takeout that had been chosen for tonight.

Sunday nights were take out nights, because it was typically Alexia’s game night, which meant she was starving by the time she was home and looking for a quick eat. Majority of the time, she was riding on an adrenaline high, which meant one thing, you were in for it.

Sunday’s had very quickly become your favourite night of the week for this reason, Sunday night had expectations, ones that Alexia was extremely specific about.

You were to have dinner done by the time she was home, you were to be wearing whatever lingerie she’d most recently bought for you, the shortest skirt in your wardrobe and your cunt and ass stuffed with the vibrator and butt plug that Alexia required you to wear in preparation before she got home.

Normally, being stuffed exhilarates you, it’s your favourite way to spend your afternoons in Alexia’s apartment, as you aimlessly clean and spend time on Alexia’s balcony reading in the Barcelona sun. Normally, she edges you for hours before she returns home, controlling the vibrator stuffed in your pussy with the app on her phone. Today though, she’s left you stuffed but with no stimulation. It’s equally exhilarating knowing that Alexia is giving you a bit of a break, knowing that it means she’s going to destroy you as soon as she walks through the door.

Alexia after a game is always your favourite version of Alexia, it’s like all of the control issues, the built up adrenaline and exhaustion somehow mix into a perfectly horny Alexia who always managed to make you feel good in all of the worst ways.

You swore that you didn’t hear the door open or Alexia’s footsteps making their way through her apartment, slowly approaching you, too focused on plating up the food and making it look less like it had been crammed into a plastic container and more like it was a home cooked meal. Chances were Alexia couldn’t care less, as long as everything was clean and put away by the time she got home and the food was good then none of it really mattered.

She snuck up on you, her hand gently placing itself on the back of your neck. You did your best not to scream in surprise, instead squealing as quietly as possible at the warm hand that was now pressed firmly against your mostly bare thigh.

Ale’s breath is also equally as warm against your neck, you can tell just by her grip and firmness that it’s been a tough game, a bad day for her standards.

You never check the scores on her matches for this exact reason, it meant that there was always some element of surprise as to how Alexia’s mood was going to be when she arrived home, if it was a good game, an easy game, then she tended to be a bit more mellowed out, floaty and happy on the adrenaline high she was coming off of, bad games however could result in many different versions of Alexia.

“Hola.”

Your voice is croaky, the sudden pressure on the nape of your neck making it harder to enunciate.

“Hola.”

Alexia’s voice is short and scrapy, like she’s been yelling for hours upon hours, which you suppose could be the case.

“Dinner is on the table, from Clarice’s.”

It’s a boutiquey mediterranean place that Alexia loves.

For you, it’s mind boggling that she’s willing to spend such an insane amount of money on food that is only half decent, you suppose, though when you have exorbitant amounts of money you might as well spend it.

“You’re eating with me.”

Alexia doesn’t wait for you to take in her words, she grabs onto the hair at the base of your neck and pulls you towards the dining table, dragging you with her.

You don’t normally eat with Alexia, preferring to talk with her after her games or prepare yourself how she wished for whatever the rest of the night was going to entail, tonight though she seemed to have other plans.

Instead of guiding you into one of the seats at the table like you’d expected though, Alexia took her own seat, before dragging you down to your knees below her.

The floor was hard on your bare knees, not that you actually minded.

Alexia kept her hand in your hair, locked down on a clump of roots at the lowest point of your hairline where your neck and hair met.

She didn’t have to say much, her spare hand tugging at the waistband of her shorts was enough of an indication of exactly what she was expecting you to eat.

Your hands replaced Alexia’s, nails digging into the elastic of her shorts and tugging them down her ass and thighs. You didn’t take your time, not when Alexia was clearly so worked up, you dragged them off of her until they were still pooled at her ankles.

Next you moved onto her panties, taking them off with the same intention as her shorts.

You didn’t waste any time staring at the clear wet patch on Alexia’s panties, or the scuffs and scratches up and down her knees and thighs that told you the game had been rougher than she was letting on.

Her knee was cold, you realised that when your shoulder brushed up against it, like she’d had an ice pack pressed to it until she’d walked into the apartment.

Once her panties were off, you took a second to admire her, spread out directly in front of you.

It was one of your favourite sights, quite possibly your number one.

You started at Alexia’s knee, pressing warm sloppy kisses to the skin on the inside, slowly making your way up to where she wanted you most.

Were you purposely teasing her?

maybe.

It didn’t take long, a couple of wet, rough kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh managing to be enough to earn you a harsh pull of your hair, jerking your head backwards so you were looking up at Alexia.

She has a fork in her hand, clearly enjoying her meal.

“Don’t test me, keep teasing me and you won’t like the consequences.”

Alexia’s voice is definite, if you disobey her then she’s going to punish you, it’s a clear outline of her expectations.

Normally, you’d put yourself right in the middle on the scale of brattiness and submission, maybe teetering a little bit further towards the bratty side.

You knew where to toe the line though.

Praise was something you craved, you didn’t necessarily like to be constantly in trouble, you liked to please people and the easiest way to do that was to obey.

So without much fuss, you gently pulled your head from Alexia’s grip, moving past her thighs and with slight hesitation giving her exactly what she wanted.

You started with one thick, broad stroke, directly through her heat.

She was soaked, like she’d been anticipating this her whole way home, which sent a shiver down your spine.

Alexia pushed you where she wanted, up to her clit, you got the message and started to suck, hard.

It was exactly how Alexia liked it, your teeth grazing her most sensitive place every so often, her hips jerking so slightly when you did.

You weren’t all that surprised when her hand reached from your hair to the place inbetween your shoulders, tapping until you correct your posture.

It was random things like that Alexia was a complete freak over, posture, cleanliness, little stupid things that you couldn’t have cared less about.

Yet for some reason, you found yourself adjusting to how Alexia wanted you, even if it meant your head was that much closer to hitting the bottom of the table and your back was now cramping. It was worth it if it meant that Alexia was more at ease and you could avoid punishment.

Alexia wasn’t a loud lover, on a good day the best you could get out of her was a groan or if it was a really good day then a moan, it wasn’t any surprise to you though if you couldn’t get anything out of her.

Alexia stayed silent, apart from the noises of her slowly making her way through the food you’d plated up for her.

You had become a master of Alexia’s body, it was necessary considering she was so quiet, you knew her tell tale signs and exactly when she was close and how to get her there.

It didn’t take long, it never really did after a game.

You were no scientist or professional as far as women's health went, but you assumed it had something to do with all of the hormones and energy that was built up, it put a person closer to the edge.

You weren’t surprised when Alexia’s thighs slowly began to tighten on either side of your head and her grip on your hair became so tight that you struggled to move against her.

Everything in Alexia’s body tensed up, she went rigid and then finally, without any show at all, she relaxed, her clit throbbing underneath your mouth and thighs relaxing on either side of your head.

As soon as she’d come you moved your mouth down from her clit, cautious of over stimulating her too early and instead moving down to her opening and cleaning up the mess that you’d made.

It might have just been the best dinner you’d ever had.

You keep your mouth on her, not wanting to displease her in any way.

As she’s finishing her food and you lazily kiss and lick her pussy you become progressively more aware of the pooling wet heat that has begun to settle into your panties and is slowly beginning to leak out across your thighs, you feel so full and yet so empty, craving to feel more than the motionless toys that you’ve been stuffed with for hours.

Almost as soon as Alexia is setting her fork down on her plate she’s pushing your head away from her, pushing you back until your ass is sitting on top of the backs of your heels.

“Clean up, I’ll be waiting in the bedroom.”

Before you can nod your head Alexia is already standing, walking off towards her bedroom and leaving you on your knees in front of the chair she’d previously occupied.

With sore knees and arousal dripping all over your face you stood up, collecting Alexia’s empty plate and walking unsteadily towards the sink and washing it off before stacking it into the dishwasher. You do the same with her cutlery before closing the dishwasher and putting away any other mess you’d made and making sure the kitchen was as you’d found it, if Alexia found anything out of place in the morning you knew she’d punish you for it, so you took time making sure every meticulous detail was correct.

Alexia kept her home as she kept herself, organised to an obsessive point, everything had a specific space or place that it had to occupy. She had a dish for the tv remote, an alphabetically sorted spice rack, every painting, picture and frame had to be centred and her wardrobe was sorted into so many different categories that you struggled to comprehend how a person could put together an outfit everyday without having an aneurysm.

Alexia loved it though, and for whatever reason she expected you to uphold her level of cleanliness.

Once you were certain that the room was exactly how Alexia liked it, you began walking towards Alexia’s bedroom, your favourite room in her apartment.

The door was half open, giving you a glance into the space before you stepped foot into the doorway.

The lights were dimmed and whilst you couldn’t see Alexia, you could see the items she’d left out on top of the bed spread and it had you quaking from the inside to out.

The anticipation of actually getting to see Alexia is enough to get you through the door, slowly pushing the door open and allowing yourself to step foot in the room.

It didn’t take long for you to find Alexia, she was standing in the doorway of her wardrobe, hands on her hips and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

She was stark naked, excluding the strap that was hanging from the space in between her legs.

The red dildo was one that you’d never seen before, and for that you were glad.

It looked far larger than anything you’d ever taken with Alexia, there were veins up and down the length of it and the girth alone was intimidating, the length though, the length was enough to make your eyes pop out of your skull.

Alexia looked as smug as ever, the cocky grin on her face and the way that her muscles bulged out just above the strap. Alexia’s got a good body, she knows it, everybody on earth who has a functioning brain knows it. It’s one of your guilty secrets that you get it all to yourself, that you get to see parts of her body that nobody else gets to. You’ve seen thousands of women, super models, athletes, people from all walks of life but you’re fairly certain that nobody would ever come close to Alexia Putellas.

It wasn’t just her body either, it was her demeanour, her aura, everything about her was attractive to you. She was a good person, but she was also a good fuck, the best sex you’d had in your life was with Alexia and you’d worked in a sex club for years. You can’t be taught experience or confidence, it’s something that you have or you don’t and Alexia was the best. You supposed she liked to be the best at everything, the best at football, the best at life, the best at sex. Her strive for perfection in all walks of life never deterred.

“Alexia.”

Alexia pouted at you, her hands anchored at her hips, giving you a full view of her full breasts and her rock hard nipples.

“That’s not what you call me.”

You bit down on your lip, the stickiness between your thighs only getting stickier.

“Daddy.”

Alexia’s smirk broadened, her teeth biting down into her lip.

“Yes baby?”

You felt your pussy quiver, your cheeks reddening.

“It’s to big.”

Alexia’s smirk faded in a matter of seconds, the blonde starting to take steps towards you.

“I don’t like that attitude baby girl, you’ll take what I give you unless you want to make me mad, and I don’t think you want that, hm?”

The condescending voice, the way her eyes looked down at you, the saunter in her steps. If you hadn’t already soaked your thong then it was now.

“Daddy, it’s huge.”

Alexia nodded, like you were telling her what day it was instead of talking about the appendage that was attached to her hips.

“Wanna say that again? Wanna make me mad? Wanna put me in an even worse mood than that game did, because I recall that your one job is to do the exact opposite.”

She’s right, you were quite literally employed by her as a means for her to manage her stress. It had started at the club you’d worked at, Alexia spending half of her week in the shitty mildewy basement of a run down sex club in Barcelona just to enjoy your company. Eventually she was spending more time paying for your time at the club than at her own home and that was when she made the decision to give you a proposition, one you’d accepted happily.

“No daddy.”

Alexia nods her head, taking the final step to bridge the gap between the two of you.

“That’s what I thought princesa, now how about you lie back on the bed for me, you know how I like you.”

You didn’t hesitate, brushing past Alexia and straight to her bed, climbing on top of the covers as gracefully as you could manage, trying to give Alexia a show as you crawled your way to the top of the bed. Once you made it to the pillows you flipped onto your back, opening your legs for Alexia and keeping still as she liked you.

Alexia peered down at you, admiring the clear wet patch that was embedded in your thong. It was a sight that she was equally as grateful for every time she got to see it, the evidence that you were just as needy and worked up as she was, that you were equally as desperate for her as she was for you.

“So wet princesa, is that all for me? Does your perfect little pretty cunt get worked up at the thought of me?”

She knows the answer, she only asks you to try and get a kick out of you, to rile you up and try and get you to brat back at her, you know her tricks and you know that it’s best to answer her with some kind of submissive variation.

“Yes daddy.”

Alexia moves her way around to the side of the bed, leaning over to reach for your chin, her index finger pointing it up so you’re looking at her eye-to-eye.

“You’ve been good today? Doing as I asked and not touching what belongs to me?”

You shake your head obediently, you’ve learnt from experience that disobeying Alexia is the worst possible thing you could do, for starters the woman always seems to find the truth anyways and she’s more creative than most with her punishment tactics.

“Yes daddy, I’m always good for you.”

Alexia smirks big and wide, her grip on your chin tightening.

“I’ll be the decider of that. What colour are you princesa?”

You take a big deep breath before answering Alexia, composing yourself to give her a proper answer.

“Green, daddy.”

Alexia nods, her fingers staying on your chin with a grip that you couldn’t even try to escape.

“How are you feeling about being tied up baby?”

You thought about the question for a few seconds.

“Fine, I’m green daddy, I’ll let you know if I don’t like anything.”

Alexia smiles, softer, less aggressively domineering.

“That’s what I like to hear, what are your rules?”

You almost roll your eyes, almost.

Alexia’s made you memorise them, you know them like you know the colour of your eyes and the surface of your palm.

“I know my rules daddy.”

Alexia’s soft smile reverts to the harsh line, the same one you’d been met with when she’d found you in the kitchen.

“I didn’t ask if you knew them, I asked you to tell me them. Don’t make me have to punish you when you’ve been so well behaved so far, what are your rules, slut?”

Alexia’s grip turns into a bruising hold, her finger tips digging into the skin of your chin bone.

“No touching myself without permission. No talking without permission unless I’m spoken to. No cumming without permission. Use my safewords if I want to stop at any time. No moving unless you tell me too. If you tell me to do something, do it.”

Alexia nods, climbing onto the bed beside you and hovering her face just inches above yours.

“There’s my good girl, you can be good if you want to, huh?”

Once again, you do your very best to shrug off the condescension in Alexia’s words, smiling at her and simply nodding your head.

“Yes daddy.”

Alexia leans down, pulling your bottom lip with her teeth before your lips even begin to meet hers. Everything about the kiss is as controlled as Alexia, she goes at her own pace, deepening it when and however she likes, eventually pushing her tongue into your mouth.

It’s slower than you’d like, and with both of your holes still stuffed but unstimulated it’s ten times harder to endure, but you assume that’s Alexia’s doing, she’s trying to get you as riled up as possible, although you are unsure of her endgame.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face baby, I taste divine if I do say so myself.”

Alexia’s fingers begin to trail down your body, over the top of the lace that your breasts are confined to and straight down to the waistband of your panties, gently brushing over your hips before her hand dipped below the wet lace and swiped through your heat two times, collecting as much arousal as she could without touching any of the places that you were yearning for her the most.

Alexia’s hands are gone almost as quickly as they arrived, her hand creating a gap in between the kiss. Her fingers replace your lips, her index and middle finger being pushed into her mouth.

The way that Alexia sucks, nips and licks at her fingers is simply mesmerising, you're in a trance watching her.

“Such a fucking filthy slut, all wet from getting daddy off, huh? You taste magnificent, baby.”

The mixture of praise and degrading has your head spinning in circles, all of the different words mixing inside your head, sending you into that perfect headspace that Alexia always managed to drift you into.

“Open.”

Alexia’s fingers, now wet with her slobber, tapped at your chin and without any hesitation whatsoever you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Within seconds, Alexia was spitting into your mouth, directly onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow.”

You obey her once again, swallowing the spit on your tongue, faintly tasting your own arousal mixed in.

“How do you taste, baby?”

You focus on swallowing properly before answering Alexia.

“Horny, daddy.”

Alexia rolls her eyes before landing a sharp but playful slap to the inside of your thigh, plastering it with more wetness.

“Behave and maybe I’ll do something about it.”

Alexia’s lips don’t return to yours, instead they hover just far enough out of reach that you can’t connect yours with hers.

Alexia lifts herself up and off the mattress, walking over to the pile of different toys she’s left out on the bench at the foot of the bed and picking out a set of silk ties.

She walks back over to you, reaching for your wrists and knotting the silk around them before reaching up to the posts on each side of your bed and securing your wrists to them. Once she’s done she nods at you to check them, you move your wrists accordingly, testing her bonds.

They’re tight and methodically done, immobilising you how Alexia wishes, but they’re also loose enough that if you really tried you’d be able to escape them without much effort.

Once Alexia’s satisfied with her knotwork she walks back over to her pile, picking out a few items that she keeps hidden from you.

Alexia crawls her way back up the mattress, stop halfway up your body and opting to pull the sticky panties off of you, she peels them off of you, slowly tugging them down your hips until they’re sitting at your ankles. Alexia trails her fingers back up a long your legs, tracing little white lines across your skin with her nails as they made their way back up to the space that your panties had previously covered.

Alexia didn’t touch anything, instead she gently began to tug at the vibrator nestled deep inside of you, it’s lying painfully motionless inside of you and whilst you were more than happy to be filled up with something, it’s almost a relief having it removed.

“Such a good girl staying stretched out for daddy, hmm?”

You nod your head at Alexia, trying your hardest to keep your composure as she gently traces the tissue around your hole, never dipping inside though.

“Such a pretty little pussy, so perfect for daddy to stretch out and play with.”

You suck in a deep breath as Alexia’s hand comes down in a firm but quick slap, the pain flashing across your most sensitive areas.

Your back arches, a few months ago you would have been embarrassed that your body was seeking out that kind of contact but with Alexia that all changed, how could you feel embarrassed when she looked and talked about your body like it was created by God himself.

Her hand comes down again, this time more targeted towards your clit, it takes everything you have to turn the scream that was ready in your chest into a groan.

“Be as loud as you want, princesa, it’s not going to make me stop and it’s not going to make your body dislike what I’m doing to you.”

Alexia’s hand comes down again, the squelchy slap ringing out across the room, this time it’s more targeted directly at your stretched out hole. This time you let out something that sounds more like a ringed out scream, your vocal cords unable to truly suppress the extreme amounts of pain and pleasure that are being sent through the nerve receptors across your cunt.

Another two slaps fall in quick succession and by the end of both of them you’re groaning and moaning as much as your lungs will allow, hips chasing any contact you can possibly get or find.

“Such a little pain slut aren’t you, desperate for any kind of contact daddy will give you, you take it so well princesa.”

Alexia places gentle kisses across your hips and thighs, it’s nice, but it’s nowhere near what you want from her.

“Ale, please.”

Alexia’s lips move from your skin almost immediately, her head jerking up to look at you, her brows knitted in annoyance.

“It’s daddy to you, slut. The only noises I want to hear coming from your mouth are the sweet little sounds that you make when I’m touching you, understood?”

You nod your head, well aware that too much disobedience will earn you a very sore ass and no relief for the night.

Alexia reaches down to her pile at the end of the bed, picking up something that you don’t get a look at.

You find out quick enough, when you hear the whirring of a vibrator and seconds later it’s pressed directly against your sore and puffy clit.

Your body thrashes in reply almost immediately, it’s a painful overstimulation that your body was most definitely not ready for.

Your back arches and thighs clench, even though it’s clear that there is no escaping the forced contact, Alexia’s hand stays steady, pressing the vibrator down hard against your bud. Eventually, the vision blurring pain begins to subside, and your sent into the most unpleasurable slow lead up to your orgasm.

You were close nonetheless, and frighteningly aware that the chances of Alexia giving you an orgasm right now were slim and even if she did it was going to be possibly the least pleasurable one she could give you.

You didn’t need to wait long to find out, Alexia sensing your impending orgasm pulled away, giving you a chance to take a deep breath, a mere second.

A second long reprieve was all you got before she laid down another two quick slaps against your clit.

You screamed. As loud as your vocal cords would allow, you screamed. If the overstimulation before had been too much then now it was completely incomprehensible. There was an accumulation of sweat on your forehead similar to the pool of wetness accumulated between your thighs.

Alexia gave you another second to breathe, before the vibrator was pressed straight back against your clit, making you scream once again, your vision full of white as your body shook from the pure pain you were going through.

Alexia wasn’t wrong when she called you a pain slut, it was why she’d frequented you so much at the club, it was why she paid you so much for your company. Not a lot of people could take the amount of pain you were willing to, and still find it pleasurable, yet you loved every single second of it, or you loved the result that always came after taking some pain.

Alexia always made it worth your while, and she knew where your limit was.

“So perfect bebita, taking what I’m giving you, you’re so wet princesa.”

Alexia’s finger trailed down to your hole, briefly dipping inside and collecting some of the wetness. She smeared it across the flat part of your stomach, leaving a long trail of your arousal against your stomach.

“Can you feel that princesa? My little pain slut, hmm? Getting all soaked over me abusing your cunt. How’s it feel?”

It’s hard to talk and articulate what you’re feeling considering how much your body is being affected by the painful overstimulation Alexia is putting you through.

“Good daddy, so fucking good.”

Alexia smirks, silently proud of herself and silently just as proud of you.

“Mm, you reckon you can take another two for me baby? Another two edges and then you’ll get a reward, can you do it for daddy?”

You actually weren’t sure if you could, maybe another one, but two seemed like it could be teetering on the edge of too much. Alexia realised your apprehension before you managed to voice it, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Let’s try for another one and see how you feel, hmm? You’ve been so good for me princesa, if it’s too much let me know and we’ll stop or take a break.”

The soft Alexia fades as soon as you nod your head, the determination on your face returning, you didn’t want to disappoint Alexia and you didn’t want to tap out unless you were seriously struggling, so you tried to control yourself as much as possible and focus on the lesser sensations.

It didn’t take long for you to get close once again, once the pain subsided you were left with pure pleasure, pleasure that was almost as blinding as the pain that you had previously been experiencing.

As soon as it starts to be perfectly, consumingly good, the vibrator is taken from you and your overwhelmed with the pain of Alexia’s hand coming down on your pussy again. This time around she’s kind enough to spread her hit across your whole sex, instead of targeting your clit, the pain is there all the same though.

“What’s your colour, princesa?”

You take a few seconds to reply, focusing on taking a couple of deep breaths whilst you wait for the immediate pain to pass.

“Green, I’m green daddy.”

Alexia reaches up to press another soft kiss to your lips, her lips linger on top of yours.

“You feel like you can go for another one? I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

You take your time replying to her, enjoying the feeling of her lips pressed to yours and the vibrations that would spread across yours whenever she breathed.

“I can go again.”

You could feel Alexia’s lips perk up against yours, a smirk growing on her face.

She keeps her lips pressed to yours as she brings the vibrator back to your clit, making it a little bit more bearable.

Alexia’s lips stay connected to yours the whole time, the scream and moans being pushed straight against her lips as you work through the pain and pleasure coming straight from your core. As soon as you’ve begun to get closer to the edge, it’s gone and just like every other time, you’re hit with an overwhelming pain as Alexia’s hand comes down one final time.

Her lips leave yours as you groan and try to process the overstimulation that you can feel radiating across your lower half.

The pain is soothed by Alexia’s tongue, her lips and tongue flattening out across your puffy clit, it mellows out the pain slightly, but simultaneously begins to push you back towards the edge that you were so desperate to get over but also be away from.

Your hips cant up as a reflex, a reflex that is quickly put to rest as one of Alexia’s hands pushes down against your hips, keeping you pressed against the mattress.

“Stay still and let me clean you up princesa.”

Alexia’s tongue gently traced it’s way around your cunt, lapping at the wetness and getting as much of it on her tongue as possible. Her spare hand pushed it’s way underneath you, locating the forgotten butt plug nestled between your cheeks and gently tugging at it.

While her mouth doesn’t provide any real kind of pleasure, the tugging and twisting of the toy in your ass certainly does. Alexia’s been stretching you out for weeks, it’s been a slow process, but worth it, it’s elevated your experiences with her that extra bit, to the point where you could probably come solely from her playing with your ass. You’ve got no doubt that one day she’ll want to try it and when that day comes around you’ll be more than happy to oblige her, there was something so much more special and sacred about having her play with your ass in ways that nobody else had. You were no anal virgin, working at a sex club meant that you’d experimented more than the average person but never in the ways that Alexia managed to, even now that the two of you were months into your situation she still managed to surprise you by introducing new things.

Alexia didn’t wait for you to get to the edge, she needed you to stay conscious and she was fairly certain another edge might put you too far into subspace, to the point where you weren’t coherent enough for her to be using how she wanted to. Right now, you seemed to be floating in that perfectly obedient place where you typically fell after some proper exertion, compliant enough to do anything Alexia wanted. It was her favourite place to have you.

You mewled at Alexia as she pulled away, stripping off the rest of her clothes and leaving them in a neatly stacked pile at the foot of the bed before reaching for the strap she’d left on the edge of the bed and fastening it around her hips with practised ease. It was a new dildo that she had attached to the strap, larger than she’d had you take before, she was well aware that it might be a bit to big for you, but she was also excited to see if you were up for it.

Alexia crawled her way in between your legs, pressing the silicone cock flat against your stomach before pressing her lips to your neck, reaching behind you to take off the bra that was still attached to you. She keeps her lips attached to the skin across your chest, marking you up just how she liked to. Alexia loved the fact that you were all hers, hers to mark up, hers to order around, hers to come home to.

“Daddy, please.”

With the feeling of silicone pressed against your stomach and Alexia’s lips sucking deep purple marks along your collarbones, it was hard to not be insanely desperate, especially considering just how much she’d focused on working you up.

“I’ve got you princesa, daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

Alexia finishes with one last hickey before pushing herself up onto her elbows, giving herself a better view of you.

“Gonna give you your reward princesa, gonna make you feel so good.”

Alexia leans back, positioning herself in between your legs and lining herself up with you, slowly beginning to work her way in.

The groan that you let out as Alexia slowly starts to thrust the length into you. Simultaneously, as she’s slowly working her way in, she reaches down, tugging at the plug still slotted inbetween your cheeks.

It seems to be the right move, because your body practically melts from the mixed stimulation, making it that much easier for Alexia to ease her way in, your body pretty much opening up for her.

Just as she bottoms out, she tugs at the plug, pulling it out and replacing it with her fingers.

You moan in a way that Alexia’s never heard before, your whole body vibrates along with the moan, like your whole body is generating the sound.

It only spurs Alexia on.

Once she’s certain that you’re comfortable with the length and width of the strap, she starts to quicken her pace, rocking her hips against yours, her fingers following the same pace. Alexia nudges your legs just a bit further apart and a bit higher up, giving her a better angle to start properly fucking you.

Alexia is mesmerised by the feeling of being inside of you in two different places, she hadn’t planned this for tonight, but she’s so grateful that it happened because it feels different in all of the best ways.

She roughens her pace as you seemingly begin to get closer, your body jerking to meet Alexia for every single thrust.

“D-Daddy, fuck, please.”

Alexia quickens her pace, beginning to roughen her thrusts.

“Hold on for me baby, wait till I’m ready and we’ll come together.”

You bite down on your lip hard, the double penetration is making you feel things that you’ve never felt before and you feel like you're about to explode in more ways than one.

“Please daddy, need to come.”

Alexia nods her head, desperate to get herself to the edge so that she can ride it out with you.

“I know baby, just a little bit longer, daddy’s got you.”

Alexia leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw and pistoning her hips as hard as possible, getting enough friction against her clit for her own orgasm to begin to grow, the coil in her stomach beginning to tighten.

“Go ahead baby, come with daddy, I’ve got you.”

It doesn’t take long before you’re plummeting over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a semi-truck, quite literally.

You go boneless immediately, all the pent up pleasure and pain finally coursing it’s way throughout your veins and all the nerves inside of you lighting up like a christmas tree.

Alexia’s orgasm isn’t as strong but it hits her all the same, she pulls out slowly before collapsing on top of you, slotting her head into the crook of your neck and letting the both of you come down.

When your body stops shaking and your breathing evens out, Alexia lifts herself off of you, pulling the strap off of herself before lying down next to you and bringing you into her arms, allowing you to come down in her arms.

The skin to skin contact does wonders for you, sending you into a warm cloud of post sex happiness as you burrow your way into Alexia’s neck, trying your hardest to jump inside of her skin.

“Princesa.”

You try your hardest to ignore Alexia, opting to attach yourself to her.

“Princesa, c’mon you need to get up.”

Alexia doesn’t have the heart to actually try and lift you off of her, but she does have a brain that is telling her that there are things that need to be done before she can enjoy your company in her sheets.

“Princesa, go to the bathroom, I’ll fetch us both some water from the kitchen and then we can have cuddles, okay?”

You groan into Alexia’s neck, clearly displeased with her suggestion but also forcing yourself off of Alexia to do as she’s asked, knowing that it is the logical thing to do.

“I want cuddles when I get back, proper cuddles.”

Alexia rolls her eyes.

“I don’t pay you for cuddles.”

It’s lighthearted, a joke that has you even rolling your eyes.

“No but you probably should, I’m a pretty awesome cuddler.”

Alexia snorts, nodding her head, it’s true.

“Cuddles once you pee and drink some water, okay? I’ll even sleep in an extra hour for you, how does that sound?”

It’s an offer you’ve got no business denying.

“Meet you back in bed?”

Alexia nods her head, already making her way into the kitchen.

“I’ll meet you there.”

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anyways this fic was written in three different countries and i sooo can’t be fucked with editing it so sorry if you experienced the after math of that!!! love yall and hope you enjoyed this 🫶

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sirfrogsworth · 7 days ago

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I had no idea you're a professional photographer! I mostly follow your other blog for Corgis - if you posted your work there and I missed it, I apologize.

Your photography is AMAZING and thank you for sharing tips on light!

Bonus if you have time: when did you develop (haha!) interest for it and what's your favorite thing about this medium? ☆

Thank you. I have been trying to go back to my older work and edit things with my current skills and I have been posting that on occasion.

I also have an Instagram which is sort of like my current portfolio until I have the energy to create a proper website.

It's funny you mention corgis because Otis was the reason I got a proper camera. My followers helped me raise the money to get him and I felt like he belonged to everyone. So I wanted to make sure I took lots of photos of his shenanigans for people to enjoy. If they couldn't have a corgi of their own, I wanted them to live vicariously.

I never do anything halfway. I always go quite overboard. I filled my brain with everything I could possibly learn about photography so I could take the best possible photos of Otis.

In the process of doing that, I realized I loved the art form. So even though Otis isn't around anymore, I owe him for giving me this wonderful creative outlet.

I took a long hiatus from photography when my parents got sick and I had to take care of them. Even though I stopped taking photos, I would watch photography education to help me relax. And it felt a bit like that meme of the dude studying the blade. I was learning some very advanced stuff.

Once my parents both passed I found myself with a giant hole in my life. And photography called me once again. I was a bit rusty operating the camera for a day or two, but because I had continued my learning, it all came back pretty quick. And I realized I was orders of magnitude better at photography, lighting, and post processing than I used to be.

My first photoshoot after 7 years was of my aunt and uncle. I didn't have much in the way of lighting equipment (I sold it to help my family), so I bounced a little flash off one of those science fair trifold thingies.

These shots made me realize I definitely needed photography back in my life. I figured if I could do that with cardboard I found at Walmart, I would have great potential with proper equipment. So I'm in the process of building a new studio and getting some new gear so I can show off what I'm capable of now.

I ran into a little medical hiccup a few months ago which put everything on pause. While I'm recovering I'm not really able to take any photos. So I've decided to try and write some photography education and help others with their photographic journeys as best I can. And I am still continuing to learn and planning what I want to photograph when my health is in better shape.

I really want to do high quality animal portraiture. Not just cats and dogs. I want to find other exotic pets too. And I also want to do an art project where I help people take high quality photos of their parents. One of the things I was most grateful for after my folks died was the photos I took of them.

And also this one I took of my grandmother.

Having a really high quality photo of people you love is so important. And I don't think everyone realizes that. So I'm hoping I can help folks capture these important memories.

Oh, my favorite thing. I almost forgot. I would say it is the problem solving. Every photo is a new puzzle for me. Especially if I am working with artificial lighting and modifiers. I enjoy imagining a photo in my head and then going through the process, solving problems, and realizing what I imagined in real life. It's a great feeling.

This photo of my friend Ryan comes to mind. I just had this vision of someone reading in the middle of a forest. And so we dragged lights to my neighbors yard and I taped a flash inside the lampshade.

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freyito · 1 year ago

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴅᴏ

so sorry for the little mini hiatus! im finally allllll moved in and i think all i really needed was like. a clean space. refreshed my mind a bit, lol. can't promise i'll have a steady schedule cause im still working on my inbox, just dont wanna get anything done (after this) til i've finished my new masterlists... anyways! ideas been in my head forever, need to get it off my chest NOW

cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

⎯ Liu Kang

Liu Kang will come up with poetry ON THE SPOT. It's crazy scary how quick he is with it. He chooses something about you and just runs with it. How your eyes are just the most enticing color in the sunlight, just how beautiful you are in kombat...

⎯ Bi-Han

Bi-Han will place little notes around the house or on things he knows you use often. He'll place one on the cover of the book your currently reading, or even within the pages. Little love notes, mainly motivating you, praising you... but he'll write a simple 'I love you', too.

⎯ Kuai Liang

Specifically whenever it's colder, Kuai willpull you in for a hug, and make his body temperature increase. He'll do it under different circumstances sometimes, even to tease you. He likes to keep you close as his temperature steadily rises. Perfect for cold nights.

⎯ Johnny Cage

Footsies. Anytime you two are sitting across from each other, either at the dinner table, or at some fancy restaurant, Johnny's always tapping at your shins, your knee, anything. Brings you closer, in a way.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

Kenshi has a habit of placing his hand on your head, whenever he feels like it. He'll play with your hair, or scratch at your scalp. He likes the texture, but he also just enjoys messing with you a little bit.

⎯ Kung Lao

Tickling you. Always and forever. Kung Lao will take the most inopportune moments to taze your sides, find those soft bits of flesh that make you giggle in just the right way.

⎯ Raiden

Raiden will do the little heart thing with his hands (or fingers) from across the room when he can't be with you. Eventually, he'll even try to do it with his lightning. It's an uncontrollable variable, and it takes him so LONG to get ahold of it. But, when he finally gets it, he's all giddy.

⎯ Zeffeero

As much as Rain groans and complains that his magic shouldn't be used for mundane things or fun, sometimes he'll form water into little hearts or stars. All for you. But he'll do it away from you, and kind of side-eye you, to make sure your watching.

⎯ Tomas Vrbada

Smoke has a tendency to sway whenever you two hug. Specifically when it's a longer hug. He just finds the motion comforting! He'll hum a little as he does this, too. That hum starts small, but then it catches on, he'll hum the same tune to you before you fall asleep.

⎯ Baraka

Point. Why? Baraka doesn't know. But he kinda likes your reaction. You two have a little game where he'll point, and you'll pop up and look around, do the whole "who, me?" thing. It's like a displacement behavior for him. Secretly, he kind of just wants to place his whole hand on your face like a basketball. He won't. Too risky.

⎯ Geras

Since Geras is still kind of unfamiliar with mortal love, he'll bring you little vials of sand. Kind of like bottles of shelves you'd find in a souvenir shop? He also most definitely asks Liu Kang for help throughout your relationship. So, normally, you get sent little (they're not little actually, they're like 5-page essays) love letters via Liu Kang.

⎯ Syzoth

Syzoth will flick his tongue over your cheek unintentionally. He swears! He's not doing it on purpose! You'll be lying down, or just close in general, and boom! There's the tongue!

⎯ Havik

Havik does that thing where he'll pull you in with one arm around your shoulder and one on the side of your head, and shake you gently. He'll make a little "rah" sound, it's a whole thing. Sometimes he's just over-whelmed with the urge to do that.

⎯ Shao Kahn

Sometimes, whenever Shao passes by you, he'll take you by your hand, and spin you. He'll chuckle and go back to what he was doing. But sometimes, it turns into full blown dancing.

⎯ Shang Tsung

Shang loves passing winks to you. He'll do it when he's too busy, he doesn't even use it to imply something. He'll do that super corny thing where he over-exaggerates his face and winks at you a LOT.

⎯ Reiko

Whether Reiko's just sparring, or in a genuine match, he'll always dedicate it to you. Even if you're not there. He'll whisper something for you under his breath, then beat the shit out of his opponent. He also loves bragging about his achievements to you. Only you. A soldier MUST have some humility.

⎯ Takeda Takahashi

Takeda loves saying your name in a real stupid sing-song voice. Dragging it out, horribly, in such a cheesy manor. He'll bring his voice up all high pitch and even bring his hands up to his face.

⎯ Erron Black

As much as Erron tries to be smooth with it, he kinda fails at hiding the fact that he's doing this for you. He exaggerates his accent, he'll quote all sorts of westerns, and just play reaaaaal hard into the Cowboy part for you.

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shegetsburned · 10 months ago

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❝ somethin’ stupid like i love you ❞ w. shiu kong ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .

.nsfw.

• — content. shiu realizes he’s slowly falling for you and absolutely hates it. • — author’s note. coming back of hiatus with this! part of my fwb shiu content. feel free to send suggestions for this trope btw <3

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who genuinely thinks this whole thing is suspicious. it has never happened before. there’s no way he’s thinking about you this much. you must be playing a game he isn’t aware of.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who after a few months, made many more calls and asked for you more often than the usual one day a week. it has come to three to four days and even when you were busy he found ways to clear your schedule and have you all to himself.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who has gotten rougher and less patient when he fucks you. as soon as he steps through the door his hands are all over you and his warm breath covers your neck like he had been waiting all day to finally get a sample of your addicting scent.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who has a habit of “forgetting” his jacket or his pack of cigarettes at your place just to call you a few hours later to pass by and get his items back. little did you know it was just to see you some more.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who stays longer and doesn’t leave you as soon as he’s done. to your surprise, he stays until you fall asleep or sometimes when you’re lucky, shares a bath or a shower with you. nothing sexual, he just prefers to stay clean and helps you in the process.

you two have easy conversations about anything and everything without being scared of the other’s judgment. shiu likes to talk about anything as long as it doesn’t involve work and you love it when his deep chuckle resonates in your ears.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who has asked himself several times why he always needed to come back to you. he never realized how much he looked forward to these intimate moments which contradicted the whole accord you guys had made. this was supposed to be temporary and, now, he couldn’t go two days without the touch of your skin against his.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who begins to open up more about his work and clients. how uninteresting and full of cash they are, how good the pay is and how easy it is to fool scared millionaires. more importantly, he had told you in total confidence that he thought about quitting his job. it may have been easy money but it wasn’t the most morally fulfilling job.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who, for the first time, has stayed the night, sleeping in with you. you thought you’d awoke to an empty side of the bed, like always, but here he was, peacefully sleeping. needless to say, you had never seen him reveal this side of himself. he looked so comfortable, you were the one to leave first that morning.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who cursed himself for falling asleep in your bed, but it felt so good and he was so tired that his body had just given out. he made sure to gather everything before leaving in a hurry. no jacket or packs forgotten, only leaving his fresh and rich smell of smoke all over your apartment.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who was distracted at work. his thoughts diverged to his hands trailing your curves and your perfect lips he wanted to taste so badly. the feeling pierced his heart. did he actually miss you?

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who tried to dismiss his feelings by taking a small break from you and hooking up with different girls. despite his best efforts, nothing felt right when he was fucking them. he was quick and uninterested. it was so boring without you.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who, determined to not fall into your meaningless trap, has finally decided to give you one final call. he’d explain everything to you in person.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who got lost in time and ended up pussy drunk, between your legs, once again squeezing his soft tongue into your tight pussy. after all these sessions, he came to be the best at eating you out and knowing precisely how you wanted to be touched and handled.

“god- i fucking love you, [y/n].” he murmurs against your sloppy entrance, heavy breath itching at your skin and you can’t quite discern his sentence before panic finally sets in.

it comes out so easily out of his mouth, between two pants, like praise he had said over and over again. he doesn’t even notice, but you do. oh, yes you do.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who continues to place wet kisses on your inner thighs but you had stopped clenching the sheets to stare at him, eyes wide open. shiu was so strict about following the rules he had personally set, to maintain this kind of relationship and here he was saying that he loved you. what a fool.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who’s so mesmerized by your euphoric scent that he hasn’t yet become aware of the fact that he accidentally confessed to you. you can feel your heartbeat fasten and your pulse through your ears when he pronounces the words. your pink-tinted cheeks betray how flustered you are.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who brings you back to reality with a guttural groan as he dives back against your dripping folds, his nose pressing against your clit. his hands open up your legs more as you give out the meaningless fight and fall deeper into his delicious embrace.

“f-fuck.. wait- aaah- shiu..”

your mind’s hazy from the pleasure but you’re still thinking about his words. you wonder if it was only in the heat of the moment or a true confession he couldn’t have hidden much longer.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who had promised to never kiss you in fear of his emotions getting the best of him, but this night was different. your puffy pink lips were looking particularly pretty and captivating. he wasn’t one to break promises but his self-control was hanging on by a thread when he was so drunk over you. he moved upward, parting with your needy cunt to place a trail of light kisses along your chest, from your belly all the way to your neck.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who doesn’t hesitate further. his whole body’s covering yours when he leans into your neck, nibbling at the skin before capturing your lips in a hot and steamy kiss. he’s breathing the amount of air you have left, causing you to stop him abruptly, your fingers pushing his lips away. he’s taken aback, his eyes questioning yours with your skin still blocking his lips.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who looks perplex, like he missed an episode. what were you so tense all of a sudden? wasn’t he doing enough? you always loved the way he ate you out, so what’s changed? of course, he had forgotten about the kissing rule, but the flustered gaze you were wearing told him something else bothered you the most.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu whose gaze goes from your wet lips to your eyes. he knows what he did wrong but the memory of his confession is still blurry. delicately enough, he wraps his hand around your wrist to free his mouth. you whisper his name, panting, but he cuts you off almost immediately.

“don’t read too much into what i say when we’re fuckin’, angel.”

he’s trying to defend himself. truth is he was almost ashamed of slipping out to you like that. exposing his buried feelings to you made him want to disappear, especially considering the face you were wearing right now.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who’s reluctant to talk about it, he doesn’t want to talk about his feelings, he just wants to fuck you. had he forgotten why he came here in the first place? he had never gone this far with any of the girls he was fucking before and here he was, almost completely naked and so drunk over you that your pussy wasn’t enough for a taste. wasn’t he supposed to talk to you about terminating this affair?

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who was embarrassed to be so vulnerable when it came to you. he quickly regains his senses, moving away to give you enough space to sit up and wrap your sweating figure with the sheets.

“why are you so ashamed of it, shiu?”

he shakes his head frenetically. god. you didn’t understand anything did you? being obsessed with you wasn’t in any of his plans. he needed to get out of this situation quickly, otherwise he’d simply betray himself further.

“we can’t do this anymore. I’m ending our deal.” he says, skillfully putting his belt back with his clenched back muscles exposed to your sight.

his words were frustrating. was it your fault? was it you that he was so ashamed to love? “you were the one to break the rules, shiu.”

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who brushes it off, buttoning his white shirt back on. his hands travel inside his pockets, desperately searching for a cigarette. it was so annoying. it was so annoying that you could see right through him and that he had no power over it. he had no power over his feelings for you and it was infuriating.

˗ˏˋʚ fwb!shiu who refuses to explain any further. the last thing he said before leaving your place was that you didn’t have to expect anymore calls or texts from him.

what he didn’t say was that he wanted to stay so badly. he wanted, without shame, to tell you how you made him feel but his pride inevitably got the best of him and he left without another word, leaving you naked in your bed, wondering how the hell you were so hung up on such a confused man.

#—﹙🎐﹚𑣲 by yours truly﹒#shiu smut #jjk smut #shiu kong smut #shiu kong #jjk shiu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #shiu x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #shiu x y/n

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slamdunkhcs · 3 months ago

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THIS IS ANOTHER ONE I THOUGHT OF FOR A WHILE AND I HAD ROTTING IN THE DRAFTS.

deliquency in slam dunk

In Takehiko Inoue’s Slam Dunk, basketball is presented as more than just a game—it’s a lifeline for troubled characters with messy, complicated lives. While critics of the series often point to the delinquent behaviors of Shohoku’s players and their rivals as a flaw, this raw and unpolished aspect of the manga doesn’t detract from the story, but I would argue it actually strengthens it. By presenting characters whose struggles extend far beyond the court, Inoue makes Slam Dunk more than a sports manga. It is also a story about redemption, self-discovery, and the undeniable link between personal imperfection and growth.

As the protagonist of Slam Dunk, Hanamichi Sakuragi is the most obvious example of how delinquency shapes the story. Initially, his brash attitude and quick temper drove many of the manga’s early comedic and chaotic moments. But beneath his tough exterior lies a teenager desperate for recognition and validation. He is a self-proclaimed “genius” of basketball, yet he doesn’t even understand the game’s basic rules when he starts. This gap between his confidence and reality reflects his immaturity, rooted in years of rejection and a desperate need for validation. His initial scuffles with Rukawa, for example, are less about genuine rivalry and more about his inability to handle his emotions. But what sets Sakuragi apart is how basketball forces him to channel his delinquent tendencies into something productive. One turning point occurs when he resolves to work on his rebounds after being humiliated in front of the team. Though his stubbornness remains, it transforms into determination, epitomized in his declaration: “I will make 20 rebounds in the next game!” His growth as a player—and as a person—is tied to this process of refining, not erasing, his rebellious spirit.

His evolution from a reckless delinquent to a player who sacrifices everything for his team isn’t only a basketball success story. It’s a celebration of his personal transformation, one that feels earned because of where he started. Sakuragi’s rebound in the final moments against Sannoh is more than a display of his growth as a player, it’s a display of his journey from selfishness to selflessness, showing how basketball helped him confront and channel his rebellious energy.

Ryota Miyagi, meanwhile, represents a subtle, more subdued delinquency. His mistrust and quick temper stem from grief over his brother’s death and the loneliness that followed. While Sakuragi’s antics are public, Ryota’s pain is private, bubbling under the surface until basketball offers him an outlet. This emotional baggage nearly derails his basketball career when he returns to the team after a year-long hiatus. His initial fight with Sakuragi leads to one of his most vulnerable moments, where he admits: “I wanted to quit basketball… but I couldn’t let it go.” Basketball becomes Ryota’s way of healing, his means of reconnecting with others and reclaiming the confidence he lost. His journey is a more indirect form of redemption, one that emphasizes how delinquency often stems from pain rather than inherent malice. His connection with Ayako and his eventual leadership on the court also shows how the game becomes a way for him to rebuild his confidence and form genuine relationships.

Then there’s Hisashi Mitsui, whose journey is perhaps the most heartbreaking. His fall from middle school MVP to gang member is rooted in a relatable fear: the fear of being forgotten. And Mitsui’s breakdown in front of Coach Anzai, tearfully pleading, “Let me play basketball again,” is one of the manga’s most unforgettable moments because it lays bare the guilt and regret that fuel his delinquency. However, his return to basketball isn’t portrayed as a clean redemption but a slow, painful process of reconciliation—with his teammates, his own guilt, and the game itself. The beauty of Mitsui’s arc lies in its imperfection. He doesn’t instantly become the hero he once was. Instead, he struggles, and that struggle makes his eventual triumph all the more powerful.

We see throughout the series how he battles with his fitness, self-doubt, and the lingering consequences of his past, yet his pivotal three pointers in Shohoku’s games against Kainan and Sannoh prove that his resilience has paid off. Mitsui’s arc further demonstrates how delinquency in Slam Dunk is never glamorized—it’s contextualized as a response to pain, and basketball becomes his way forward.

Even the rival teams reflect this idea of delinquency as a double-edged sword, with both its destructive side and the humanity behind it. Toyotama’s players, with their trash talking and aggressive attitudes, show what happens when this rebellious energy is left unchecked. Minami’s violent foul on Rukawa during their match is reckless and brutal, and it showed how anger and impulsivity can poison the spirit of competition.

But Toyotama’s delinquency isn’t framed as pure villainy. It stems from their desperation to honor their former coach, who had been fired due to not producing “results”. After revealing this, their aggression on the court feels less like malice and more like a raw, unprocessed response to grief. They’re playing to prove something—not just to their opponents but to themselves. This makes their story more tragic than antagonistic, and that when left unchecked or unguided, delinquency can lead to self-destruction. Instead of finding redemption through this behavior, they fall further into chaos, ultimately harming the very legacy they’re trying to protect.

What makes Slam Dunk resonate is how these characters, flawed as they are, feel like people you could know—or even be. Their delinquency isn’t glorified, but rather, it’s contextualized. It’s a response to pain, loss, and insecurity, and basketball becomes the outlet through which they confront these struggles. This mirrors the lives of 1990s NBA players like Allen Iverson or Dennis Rodman, whose turbulent personal lives didn’t overshadow their greatness but instead added layers to their stories. Like Sakuragi or Mitsui, they weren’t perfect, but they didn’t need to be.

By incorporating delinquency into its characters and story, Slam Dunk gives us characters who aren’t just athletes but people—messy, flawed, and striving for something greater. It reminds us that greatness isn’t about being perfect. It’s about finding purpose, even in hardships and chaos. In that way, Slam Dunk doesn’t just tell a story about basketball. It tells a story about life.

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in-som-niyah · 5 months ago

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ok i’ve been having this thought for a while… since jason is so attentive what are some things he would do that makes reader’s life easier??? like i see him as such an acts of service man like if all else fails he will make sure you’re never out of your fav tea or something idk im sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭😭

"I Do, I Do, I Do"

A/N: digging myself out of a depressive episode with this one + this is my first fic after my long ass hiatus so pls be nice to me im trying

Attentive!Jason Todd will pay so much attention to you you would think he has a camera on you 24/7 and watching your every move.

Jason would remember the big things, like anniversaries and birthdays, but also days of the year when he knows you need the most support from him. If a parent/guardian/loved one died on a specific day/time of year he's attuned to your emotional needs and keeps up with your physical ones (like food and sleep) so you can focus on being ok again. (i am NOT projecting chat)

Jason would also remember the little things, like your favourite tiny spoon, the way you prefer spearmint to wintermint in gum and toothpaste, the way you compulsively brush your hair to the side when your bangs get too long, when it's time for you to leave a social situation. He's just always looking at you and around you to make sure you're happy and smiling when you wave back at him form across the room.

If you have health problems, Jason would never in his life let you run out of meds or whatever you need to combat your illness. The massage gun is always charged, heating pad always available, hot water bottles on standby, compression socks/arm bands at your disposal, everything. He doesn't wait for it to get bad either, he's picked up on your cues so well that he can almost predict a disaster before you do.

Speaking of prediction, he also knows that if you're not off work and in the apartment by a certain time, to start the laundry, dishes and order in/cook a quick dinner because he knows you'll come home a tense ball of stress and worry.

Jason who almost exclusively wears a specific type of softer fabric when you're around him because he loves it when you bury your face in his chest and rest your head on his bicep.

(For the short girlies) Jason who puts rubber corner protectors on the corners of your countertops and tables because you always bash your hips into them when you aren't paying attention.

Jason who does the laundry before you wake up in the morning and folds your clothes exactly the way you do because he knows you're particular about it & doesnt want you to stress about it in the morning.

Jason who puts gas in your car and repairs it himself or sends it to the bats to fix when he can't (he would never admit it though).

Jason who notices your favourite brands of food and makes sure they're always stocked (you're convinced it's witchcraft the way things don't run out)

Jason who just loves you. That's it. That's all. Just love. In any and all ways he can. All the time. In all conditions. In all situations. Patient. Loving. Kind.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason peter todd #red hood #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #dcu #jason todd comfort #red hood headcanon #dc red hood #the red hood #red hood imagine #red hood x you #dc robin

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speakergame · 1 year ago

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Progress Update - 3/4/24

Hello and happy March!

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? 😅 Well, I finally have some good news for you this time: I have some actual news!

I'm happy to be able to announce at last that an update is on its way! I’ve still got some assets to make and code cleanup and testing to finish, but I should finally have something to show you soon.

I’ll put a cut at the end of this and go into more detail about the what and why of what I’ve been working on during this long and unintended hiatus, but the tl;dr is that I hope to have an update out by the end of the month, and that said update will break any saves made in Chapter 4. Unfortunate, but unavoidable, since Chapter 4 had to be recoded from the beginning 😞

I just want to thank all of you once again for sticking with me through my extended silence! Especially to my patrons who’ve put up with me putting everything on pause month after month while I dealt with my real life shit, and to everyone who’s sent me kind and supportive messages to let me know Speaker hasn’t been forgotten. It really means a lot to me.

Okay, enough of that sappy shit! I’m gonna get back to work finishing this up 😁 I’ll put out another update later this month once I have a more definite release date.

Thank you all for reading! I hope you’re having a fantastic 2024 so far, and that the rest of the week treats you kindly. See y’all soon! 💙💙💙

(For those who want a more detailed breakdown on what’s been happening and what to expect, hit the readmore)

I won’t go into the personal life stuff I’ve been dealing with this past year that has slowed down my work, but as far as the actual game goes:

To put it simply, I just wasn’t happy with it. Some of it could be because of how many times I had to reread the same section while I was coding the scenes that would’ve taken place after the last update, but no matter how much I edited or rearranged it, I didn’t like how that scene turned out. There was something… formulaic that had been happening with the way I always laid out scenes, and a bit of stagnation in the story, character, and relationship development that bothered me.

So I rewrote it. And when I still didn’t like it, I rewrote it again. And I still didn’t like it. I thought about scrapping the whole thing on more than one occasion as I struggled to get out of the corner I’d written myself into.

Inspiration finally struck at the beginning of this year, thanks in part to another interactive novel I follow, and I really like the direction I’ve taken it now.

Instead of the RO split scenes happening where the last one left off, Speaker, Seer, and Gavin are gonna have a chat about Things™ to move the next story arc forward. Then Speaker will get some downtime, by themself at first and then in an extended scene split with the RO of their choosing.

All the Big Plot Things that were going to happen in Chapter 4 will be moved to Chapter 5 instead, and 4 will be a bit more of a filler episode. A deep breath before the plunge, as it were.

This split won’t just be a quick conversation/reaction from the RO, but a full on different direction for the rest of the chapter based on who you choose. Most of them will involve leaving the house; all of them will involve actual one-on-one time (or one-on-two time, as the case may be) away from the others. And though romance isn’t required, all of them will have the potential to really move the romance forward if you so choose. One or two might even have a lock-in choice (maybe. I’m not 100 percent on that, so don’t hold me to it)

These scenes won’t be in the next update, because they’re all very complex, but the update will definitely have the Seer chat and at least some of the by-yourself stuff. The update after will have the rest of the alone time stuff (including the clothes/body CC you’ve all been waiting for), and then the one after will start the RO scenes. I think.

I may actually split the RO scenes into separate updates, and let my darlings over at Patreon vote for the order they’re released. That way I can focus on one at a time instead of trying to split my attention six ways at once.

Okay, that’s enough rambling for me today. Time to get back to work! Still got a lot to get done before this is ready, but it’s so close now.

#speaker game #progress update #so happy to finally have some progress to update about XD #maybe I can finally start answering some asks again too and fully resurrect this poor blog

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thefandomsfervent · 11 days ago

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JayVik x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 26) -Rose Lake

Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.

Someone commented as a joke on Ao3 a while back that they hope the typical fanfiction author thing doesn’t happen to me but it did happen lol. I have a heart condition that got me real fucked up this past week and some other life things that prevented me from writing.

Admittedly I have lost steam with this story, it is one I still want to tell but I’m hitting a wall because of so many other ideas bouncing around! This is the end of part one while I work on maybe one - two other fics but I will return to this one. When I first started it I wanted it to span the whole show, i.e reader would be there for all parts of the show with very little canon divergence. I still want to do that but maybe not as in depth as I first imagined it. I feel like this will be a story I drop and pick up and come back to randomly once things are further established relationship wise between our three mains.

Long story short, I’ll be taking a quick hiatus of maybe a month or so with this story, coming back for regular updates to establish more of the relationship, another hiatus, then after that it will be tidbit chapters for large canon events in the show. Sort of a “and then this” kind of situation. Thank you guys so much for your patience and support. Keep an eye out for the other stories set for between now and March <3 stay safe and hydrated out there. This is the end of part 1, Hiatus officially starts now <3

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It was finally here. The day of the Gala. And what a joyous occasion it was to be at the Academy for days like today. When the people bustling about in the halls had smiles and were tittering with excitement. “Not a care in the world for personal space or expediency.” Some part of himself did truly enjoy the liveliness it brought to the faces of his peers. But another, more pressing and bitter, part of Viktor was growing more and more frustrated with how crowded the halls had become. Caterers, assistants, movers, florists, and more had joined the usual foot traffic.

This usually would not have been a problem. Perks of having a lab so deep into the Academy walls and a room that was close to it. But today was not just Gala day. It was return every overdue book day. It was talking with the council about more funding day. It was another day with another set of tasks to get done that only served to get in the way of things he actually wanted or needed to be doing. It was days like today where he did consider Heimerdinger’s offer for a Hextech assistant. Considering how quickly he and Jayce had warmed up to you he wondered if it wouldn’t be so bad, letting more people into their life, their dream. The kind thought interrupted by another person bumping into his side. A one-worded apology barely made it through the thrum of people and whoever it was wasn’t even visible to him by the time he looked up.

When he finally returns to the lab to drop off the edited list of things that the council wanted done before they could “consider” funding the next leg of the project, Viktor doesn’t immediately notice the change. How the lab is quieter and colder than usual. After taking a moment to settle he can feel it. The difference. And the thought comes back, about having more people, about how quickly they had warmed up to you. And how you had been warm to them. In this past year there had been two people that had started to change his perspective on connections. They didn’t entirely need to be for some gained profit, not that he truly ascribed

to that belief. But he did see many people in Piltover who did, felt like it was all he had met.

There was also Heimerdinger, but as a Yordle the professor held lifetimes of knowledge and mannerisms that were indiscernible to most. But Jayce. But you. Had undeniably connected with him, had been kind. Perhaps that was just the kind of people that you were, and not because of him at all. Viktor knew how to play into charisma, how to snare people to get things done. Unfortunate games one had to play to make it anywhere really, Piltover and Zaun were not so different in that regard. Yet it was a game he did not like to play, it was tiring, and usually boring. Tonight’s gala would be full of that. Inventor’s older and younger than him from the Academy and elsewhere in this accursed city would be there. To flaunt themselves and their money and their oh so beloved progress. He had read the invitation, and despite it saying that it would be for the “brightest minds” of Piltover it would undoubtedly host too many prying eyes and greedy hands.

Jayce had agreed with him that they would keep talk of Hextech to a minimum tonight, they had the Council's approval and funding. Limited, but it was given to them nonetheless. Something that many would do anything to get. Tonight would be purely for mingling on Jayce’s part and good drinks and food for Viktor. Although, the idea of seeing you there too was quite the incentive. When you had said you wanted to go it hadn’t immediately changed his mind about it. But when Jayce had pulled him into bed that night with convincing hands and words he’d been shown a new perspective. In all your time there, they hadn’t seen much of you out of the lab. Didn’t know what you were like outside of their stuffy uniforms and your paint stained clothes.

He could admit to himself, and some nights to Jayce, that he did want to know more. To see more. Thoughts that not only bring heat under his skin but set his mind alight. You were good company, pleasant conversation, and had a driven core. These attributes may not seem like much to others meant a lot to him. Viktor doesn’t know when he made it to your station but he’s looking at your painting.

He had been told that it can take years to do large paintings. Information he had heard in passing and had heard directly from you. The layering and glossing and glazing could be quite the lengthy process. It was hard to believe that when he had seen you crank out swathes of color so quickly. Overtime he understood, had watched you rub out section after section, going over areas with the tiniest brush for “highlights” and it had been interesting to see another person’s process.

Viktor can see the care you had for your craft in every brush stroke here. The paint was thicker in some finalized spots, where you had continuously layered and where you had let your brush texture be visible. You had let him touch it once, a section that was dried. Had shown him how to let his fingers drag lightly over the canvas to feel every smooth swipe and bump. It was an early morning, where you had stayed late in a burst of inspiration on the flowers bordering it and Viktor had been sticking to his usual schedule. He smiles at the memory. You had been blushing so heavily, the heat coming off of your skin in waves. Stuttering over your words when he had grazed your hand one too many times. It was flattering to see the effect he had on you. Viktor was no stranger to people’s attraction, but yours was so sweet. As if you didn’t know what to do with it.

Something that he and Jayce had hoped to change tonight.

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Water rushed down your back as you lifted your arms to stretch under its heat. Scented soaps with their bubbled lathers rinsing off and pooling towards the drain. You watched as they swirled around it, eyes following a particularly big bubble before it popped. You had exfoliated, washed, shaved, lathered, rinsed, lathered, rinsed. If you didn’t get out now you’d be all pruney in the fingers, but the water was warm and you were avoiding getting ready. Despite all the nerves leading up to the Gala you were oddly calm today. Had cleaned and eaten and even folded laundry. But as soon as you started getting ready it was an odd dread that settled in your stomach. Excitement and anxiety always get confused the closer you got to whatever new event awaited you. Seems like today would be no different.

The handle squeaks as you shut off the water, heavy drops of it hitting the tub as it slows. It’s a deep breath you take, lungs filling with the steam of the bathroom. The air was thick but it helps to calm your nerves. Tonight would likely be no different from any other gathering you’d been to since moving from Zaun. People talking to other people, taking up space and wasting words to fluff up their feathers and boost egos. Usually it didn’t bother you too much, you could just as easily blend into the wall as you could talk to other party-goers. It’s just that this time it wasn’t an even playing field. You were no scientist or inventor. At every gallery opening, exhibition talk, and art presentation you were an artist amongst artists. You could talk technique, influence, and materials with anyone there. Not tonight.

You still weren’t sure if it was Mel’s doing that you were included in that invitation, hadn’t seen her to ask. Not that you would have. Doing so would imply that you took her parting words as if they had been directed to you. They had been. But admitting that your admiration of your other invitees was so obvious meant that they may have noticed it too. And that was not something you had the brain power to deal with right now. So you force your focus to be on getting ready. The towel is fluffy against your skin, still warm from when you had brought them inside from drying in the sun. You look to the window of your room, the sun still blazing that same ungodly summer heat. It makes you grateful that the Gala was set for the late evening, the sun would be setting just as people were to arrive. A strategic decision to not just curb the heat, but to make sure that all the gold filigree of the city, of the Academy, would be gleaming.

Architecture was design, and design was intentional. Functionality aside, beauty and aesthetics reigned supreme in displaying power. You wonder if that was something anyone else had noticed, or if it was a design feature meant to wow people from outside Piltover. Another deep breath in, and then a fast exhale. You wouldn’t need much time to get ready, but you still had to do it. Nerves or not. Lotions, perfume, creams, powders. A routine to follow and to distract you. This could be fun, getting ready. Getting yourself together. The clock ticks on in your room, a steady clicking that fades into the background while you work. Twisting portions of your hair and pinning them in place, embellishing with thin rounded golden leaves. Wires that could be hidden and bent into place. It was a set you had bought many years ago for one of your first galleries. A staple in your wardrobe for nights like these. It matched other jewelry you’ve acquired over the years, bracelets and earrings and necklaces that you wore interchangeably but very rarely in the hopes that you could sell them later on in life with little damage to them.

Tonight you chose long earrings, ones that dangled delicate berries down to your neck, almost to your shoulders. It had a matching necklace that you were able to weave some of the leaves around. The necklace was long and it pulled the eyes down to your chest. An expansive space of exposed skin, accentuated by the plunging neckline from your dress. A garnet red fabric, rich and soft against your skin. It crossed but opened in the back exposing your spine and dipped to your waist. It was a good dress, and had gotten you through a few different shows. The cut of it made it easy to reconfigure and reuse. You’d tailored it all sorts of ways in the past, adding and removing appliques and embellishments. Red filigree that clung around the edges where fabric met skin. It was a bit more form fitting than it was when you first bought it, age and time on both you and the dress. Despite the wear and tear you put it through, it held up. Quality fabric that took the needle and thread well, much different from the scraps you’d pieced together over and over again in Zaun.

There’s a tightness in your heart at that thought. What you’d give to be able to share this with the people that you had left there. Bitterness always visited these nights, that Piltover was a place that could have all this lavish life while Zaun had nothing. That you were part of Piltover now and fed into these ideals even if you didn’t agree with them. Bitterness and shame, staining your thoughts and your cheeks. Feelings that you have to tuck away for when the night is over. Being sad and nervous was a pitiful combination that you did not want lingering over your shoulder when you made it to the event hall. It’s all the way across the Academy, far from your provided room. Final touches and readjustments, further stalling the journey you’d have to make to get there. But eventually the clock face tells you it’s time to leave, hands pointing to numbers and urging you to the door. Uneasy clacking of your heels matches the heartbeat in your veins when you make it to the hallway.

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The music could be heard well before you made it to the corner that would take you to the grand entrance of the hall. Laughter and instruments moving through the air almost tangibly, getting louder with every step you take. When you round the corner the doors are wide open letting you see into the first room. Everyone dressed in finery, groups mingling in cloisters and people smoothly shifting from one space to another. In front of the open entryway is a collection of enforcers, two flanking either side of the doors. Making their own conversations with each other and the attendees making their way past the podium. A very tall man stands behind it, a large open book in front of him and a fake smile stretching his cheeks with that same placating blank look of customer service behind his eyes. It’s a short walk up to him, your eyes moving between the crowd ahead and the decorations set all around you.

“Welcome to the Innovator’s Gala,” his voice is smooth and charismatic, an energy that doesn’t reach the top half of his face. “Your name please?” You give it to him. He flips through a couple pages. A long pen tracing the length of the page before he finds yours. Tapping the pen to the page he waves you through. He barely gets through his goodbye to you before starting to greet the next guest “Have a lovely nigh- Welcome to the Innovator’s Gala.” With how many people already here, you wonder how long he’s been there. Saying the same script over and over again. One set of enforcers nods their heads in acknowledgment before continuing their conversation. You nod back as you walk through the doors.

There was no real plan for tonight. Just to get here and at some point find Jayce and Viktor. The problem, you’re realizing, is that you never set a meeting place or time. You had all three agreed to come, to make an appearance. That may be all that they do, at the very least it may be all that Viktor does. It was no secret that this was not how he liked to spend his evenings. It meant that you would just have to bide your time and hope to see them. You make your way deeper into the room, pillars were decorated in their usual gold but added to that were various lengths of draping cloth. It filtered the lingering light coming in from the ceiling-tall windows. Caterers weaving through the groups with trays of finger foods and cocktails, carefully balancing the weights on golden trays. You’re offered morsel after morsel as you try to move to the next room, trying to find where the music is.

A stage is set with several musicians, all playing their instruments. There are a few groups of people here. Some are at the tables and chairs set around the room’s border, some are coupled off closer to the center of the room swaying with the melody. You spy an open table, none of the seats were taken. It was early enough in the night that things weren’t too crowded, you could sit until things picked up. And you would have done that if a hand hadn’t dragged its way across your shoulders, quickly trailing down an arm to hold up your hand. You jump at the contact, going to pull away when a figure is in front of you.

“Beautiful night isn’t it? What brings you here?” It’s a person you don’t recognize, some man with his hair gelled back and his suit sleeves rolled up. You try to pull your hand back to respond but he keeps a slight grip, nothing too tight but uncomfortable. A second tug and your hand is free.

You keep your voice even, disinterested but polite. “An invitation, same as y-.”

“Hmm, a fellow inventor then? Brains and Beauty, stellar combination.” A line you are sure he has used many times before. Something in his smile isn’t threatening, but annoying. Your eyes narrow at the interruption.

“Not an inventor. Just here to-”

“To make connections then, an investor?” This night was going so well already, the familiar coiling of anger in your stomach. You try to step back and away, hoping to slip into the growing crowd but your back hits a warm wall.

“Persistent guy, aren’t you?” A voice you know speaks before you, big hands settling on your shoulders. “Little tip, if you’re trying to pick up a lady, let her finish her sentences.” You look up behind you, Jayce. The relief is immediate, a sigh and greeting following.

“Sorry man, didn’t realize she was taken.” He turns on his heel walking away, finding a group of women nearby. The annoyance festers up almost immediately at not only a lack of acknowledgement to you but also the quickness in how he stalks off to find anyone else. Those poor ladies. You must not be able to hide the disgust on your face because Jayce’s laugh shakes you. And the implication of that man’s statement sinks in. Your bare back to Jayce’s front, his hands on your shoulders rubbing those soothing circles, your head leaning against his chest as you look up at him. His usual charismatic smile beaming down to you, the little gap in his front teeth barely visible behind his full lips.

“Jayce, hi.” You peel away, trying to keep heat out of your face. Hard to do while maintaining eye contact. Harder to do when you feel the tips of his fingers drag gently on your skin as you turn to face him properly.

“Hi yourself, hope it was okay that I stepped in there.” He’s nodding behind you, his arms now pressed behind his back while he talks to you.

“Yes, well, I would have gotten to it if he’d let me speak.” You both give a soft chuckle at that. “But it certainly helped, thank you.” Your eyes dance around the room for a second before looking back at Jayce. He’s in a nice suit, white and gold, impossibly wide shoulders made wider by the cut of it. A red tie and textured black button up. Little hammer cufflinks, a detail that makes you smile before you note that he’s here alone. “Where’s Viktor? Did he change his mind?”

“Surprisingly, no. Actually he’s-” You go to follow his now raising arm, hand pointing behind you but Vitkor’s voice cuts in.

“It is good to see you. We were worried that it may be impossible if the night went on too long.”

He and Jayce had made it to the Gala maybe all of thirty minutes before you, weaving their own way through the rooms of the event hall. Had made the same path as you, going to the entertainment room to find seating and less conversation. Although, it seems that they were luckier than you in that regard. It was not like he didn’t see what that man saw in you. You looked terrific tonight, and your scanning eyes and turning head gave you a deer-like look. Eyes wide as you looked around you, all alone and in that tantalizing red. Gold tastefully accenting you to make you look like some of Piltover’s finest. He had already pointed Jayce in your direction before you’d been circled, watching with annoyed interest at how the scene played out before him.

Viktor won’t deny the feelings at seeing you be touched like that, not that it was necessarily his to feel yet. But just for you, at the indignation you had to feel when that man carelessly touched you, refused to let your hands go at first. At how you were continually interrupted. Though, it was amusing seeing Jayce pick up his pace trying to get over to you. And how it warmed his chest to see the two of you posed like that, you leaning into Jayce as though it was natural. He didn’t realize how flush your face was until he made his own way over. It was deliciously creeping down your neck, to your very exposed back. He can’t help the graze of a knuckle before unfurling his hand to press flat against your waist. Guising it as care, in part, it was.

“Are you alright?” You were warm, jumping at the contact, a small gasp making its way out before you could stop it. His hand was cold but tender, softly becoming flush against you. Viktor gives you a nonchalant smile, one that looks like it was meant to comfort. But Jayce catches his gaze, knows exactly what he’s doing. Eyes dipping to where he can see Viktor’s hand disappear behind you.

“Yes, thank you.” What was happening? What. Was. Happening. “You both look great, who knew the lab men had it in them.” You try to laugh but it is cut short when you feel Viktor’s hand trail up your spine, those lithe fingers pulling away. But not fully, fingertips barely grazing. A tingling feeling that makes you warmer in ways you don’t want to be feeling in this very public space. You take a small breath in to steel yourself. It lets you step away, to look at him and Jayce. Viktor’s in much darker attire, a deep brown vest instead of a suit top, a sleek form-fitting black button up below it. A jewel-toned red satin tie tucked into it. His cane was different, golden filigree starting from the handle and moving down. A cushion like handle where his hand rested, the same color as his tie.

“Could say the same about you, have a lot of these hidden away?” Was this flirting? Surely not. Was this just how they acted in places like this, when their focus wasn’t directly in front of them in the form of crystals and metals? Surely not.

You almost don’t register Jayce’s question, not when he’s moving his hands from behind him. Those powerful arms straining in the sleeves of his suit jacket. “None that you guys will be seeing.” It’s a joke, you’d let them see anything. A shameful thought that you try to push back. A little skin to skin contact and suddenly you have no restraint. You laugh when he feigns being hurt. “Have you been here long? Securing investments?” The look on Viktor’s face is answer enough. His lip curled back in unfiltered disgust at the thought. This time it’s Jayce who laughs, reaching to pat Viktor’s shoulder.

“Not tonight, tonight is about everything but that.” And he gives that smile again, so very bright and full of a kind of sweetness that lights his whole face. It’s a look that you see often, not really reserved for anyone but it’s hard to take the full power of it right at you. It makes you aware of how truly charming he is. Unwittingly or otherwise, Jayce could have any room eating out the palm of his hand. A contrast to the dark smooth energy that you caught from Viktor every now and again. The two of them here, being so careful looking out for you. And here you were, wanting to bask in their gazes. But not being able to truly enjoy it.

Tonight was not the night for self-pity. As Jayce had said, tonight is about everything but that. “Well, why don’t I grab us some drinks and we can enjoy the music then.” You turn to the next room where the drink table had been when you feel an arm hook beneath yours. Viktor is by your side.

“You’ll need a guide back to our table. Besides, we -eh, wouldn’t want you to get caught again.” His voice is low and close to your ear, for you to hear over the growing cacophony of people. And nothing else. It takes everything in you to face him, ignoring how close his face is to yours when you turn.

“Didn’t realize I needed a chaperone tonight.” You had no idea what you were doing, this was completely out of your element. They were your friends. Every moment of tonight was a lovely sort of torture you would think of often.

“In that dress you’ll need a lot more than a chaperone. You look exquisite.” A new voice joins the conversation and Viktor pulls away.

“Mel! I didn’t think I’d get to see you tonight.” It’s a wide smile you give her. She was in a beautiful ivory pantsuit, perfectly cinched in all the right places, elongating all her limbs for powerful elegance. Long sheer paneling on her shoulders that would billow behind her with every step, that were currently settling by her legs. They fluttered with every step of the people around her, as if the air itself wanted to curl and caress around her. She was an artist like you, and you know that every decision she made tonight was to exude power and allure. And it was working.

“I hope you boys don’t mind if I steal her for a moment.” She extends a hand towards you, like a goddess beckoning a follower. “She’ll be back safe and sound, I assure you.” Viktor is giving her a polite smile, but the lines around his eyes are tight. Jayce is nodding along to both you and Mel when you give him and Viktor a wave. Mel’s hand is soft in yours as she pulls you away. They wait until both of your backs disappear into the crowd before speaking.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you Vik.” He tucks a piece of Viktor’s hair behind an ear, letting his hand linger on the side of his neck.

“Morbid curiosity is more like it. I think that she could just as easily sweep Y/N off her feet as either of us if we aren’t careful.”

“You worry too much.” Jayce is laughing as he tries to get both of them back to their table.

“And you are too easy to please. I bet you would love to see the two of them together.” Viktor takes Jayce’s arm in his as he walks forward. A teasing lilt and glow in his eyes.

“And you wouldn’t?” He leans in at that, having to stoop his head down to reach Viktor’s ear. “Two gorgeous women together doesn’t do anything to that brilliant mind of yours?” He makes sure that his lips brush the shell, delighted at the slight change in grip he feels on his forearm.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” But it will pull a smile out from him as they sit and await your return.

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“Where is Elora?” You’d reached the drink table awhile ago, trying to ignore all the new attention that was being directed to you in Mel Medarda’s presence. Gazes that looked at you both with all sorts of intentions.

“She isn’t always by my side you know.” A small airy laugh as Mel grabs a glass of some amber liquid. A drink that was likely strong and expensive. “But she is around here somewhere, enjoying the festivities I’m sure.” She waves her hand at that, fingers wiggling around her glass. “Have you had the opportunity to speak to them about advertising?”

“Yes! No? Well-”, she cocks her brow at that. “I brought it up to them, that if they needed anything in that regard to let me know. Which they agree to, but I don’t think-”

“Good, that’s good.” Her voice like honey and she smiles at you. Under her gaze anyone could feel small or grand, her will could make either happen instantly. “We’ll keep that in mind as they continue their progress. Speaking of which,” she pauses to hand you a glass of your own.

“Oh I don’t think-” it’s not that you don’t drink, but tonight you needed to be aware of yourself. Self-control was already slipping as it was and now that people had seen you with a Councilor you didn’t want to be caught lacking in any way.

“And here I thought you being here meant that you weren’t afraid of a challenge.” She’s teasing, you can tell that much. That she wouldn’t make you take a drink. Still, you find your fingers wrapping around the offered glass. You could just hold onto it, pass it off to Viktor or Jayce when you got to their table.

“I didn’t realize that there was one.”

“Don’t play coy now, you’ve encountered enough wolves tonight to know that being here is a statement on its own.” Mel nods to someone passing by, raising her hand and smiling to another.

You laugh, “It was one overzealous guy.” You reach to grab another glass, a champagne for Jayce.

“You’re very sweet, but he’s not who I’m talking about.” Green eyes gleaming over the rim of her glass as she takes a sip. The recognition she’s looking for in your face must not appear because her eyes widen in understanding. Then narrow in amusement.

“Careful dear, or they’ll eat you alive tonight.” She reaches out, perfectly manicured hand patting your cheek. She grins at your immediate flush. “If they don't, someone will surely try to stake a claim. You’re ripe for the picking.” Her thumb brushes over the apple of your cheek before pulling away. She trades her empty drink for a whiskey glass and gestures for you to move. “Why don’t we head back, don’t want to keep them waiting too long do we?”

The walk back to your table is too quick, not enough to process all that has happened tonight. If one more out-of-reach attractive person touched you flirtatiously you were going to explode actually. And you are certain that whatever blush Mel had inspired is only brighter when you make it there. Still, you made it back. Placing both of the drinks you’re holding onto the table you seat yourself.

“Lovely company as always, you all have a fun night.” She places the whiskey by Viktor before turning.

“Not joining us?” Jayce asks, a look over her shoulder in his direction.

“Wouldn’t want to interrupt any plans.” Her knowing eyes shift to you, and you want to sink into yourself. And with that she leaves the three of you. The clink of glasses pulls your attention, and you see Jayce and Viktor raising their glasses together, prompting you to do the same. Jayce says some cheer as the three glasses come together, it’s barely audible over the rush in your ears and the music behind you. It was going to be a long night.

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thanks again for all the love and patience this story has gotten, it has inspired me to write more. And I do want to write more for this story, it'll just be a minute.

#personal pigments #arcane #viktor arcane #fanfiction #viktor league of legends #viktor lol #fanfic #x reader #jayvik #jayce talis #jayvikmel #jayvik x reader #jayvik x you

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neobunnydoy · 13 days ago

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Leaving so soon? | Kim Doyoung (M)

pairing idol! kim doyoung x fem! reader

genre and content established relationship, angst, fluff, suggested smut mdni, mentions of enlistment (sorry)

word count 3k

author’s note hi this is my first ever fic, tbh I had a very vivid dream about this last night and I just had to write it down into a fic lmao

A notification lit up your phone screen.

Are you done with work? Can you come over?

It was Doyoung. A simple text, yet it made your heart flutter. After more than a year together, you’d grown used to nights like this. Quiet evenings tangled up in each other’s presence, routines blending seamlessly. Sleepovers were your norm now, your drawer in his room half-filled with spare clothes and his toothbrush standing next to yours at your place.

Tonight felt no different. You left the office with a smile, your steps light as you made your way to his apartment. It was your routine . You’d swing by after work, and you’d catch up about your days before falling asleep side by side. It was a rhythm you loved, the simple act of ending your day with him.

“Hey, I’m here,” you called out, letting yourself in. The lights were dim, a soft glow from the hallway leading you to his room. When you stepped inside, you found him sitting on his bed, his back to the door, shoulders slightly hunched.

You smiled, tossing your bag to the chair by the window. “Already washed up? You beat me to it tonight.”

He turned, his face lighting up with that familiar smile that always made your heart skip. “Yeah… figured I’d get it out of the way. Long day?”

“Ugh, don’t even get me started. But it’s better now,” you teased, moving over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. His skin was warm, freshly scrubbed, his hair damp and curling slightly at the ends. “I’ll be quick. Wait up for me?”

He nodded, his eyes lingering on you, a softness in his gaze.

When you returned, drying your hair with a towel, you found him still sitting there, in the same spot. His shoulders tense, fingers twisting together.

The room felt colder somehow, the air heavy with an unspoken tension you hadn’t noticed before. You stopped mid-step, your heart thudding a little harder. “Doyoung, you okay?”

His head snapped up, and for a split second, there was a flash of pain before he quickly masked it. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and when he spoke, his voice was low, tight. “I… I need to tell you something.”

Your pulse quickened. You knew him too well. Knew that look, that tension. But you couldn’t place it. Not yet.

You took a step closer and sat next to him on the bed, your fingers tightening around the towel in your hands. “What is it?”

He hesitated, his eyes dropping to the floor. Not making eye contact with you. His lips parted, then closed again. His fingers twisted together, knuckles turning white. “I’m enlisting,” he finally said, his voice cracking.

For a moment, the words didn’t register. They just hung in the air, foreign and weightless. Then, like a punch to the gut, the realization settled in.

You knew it was coming. He was twenty-nine; time was ticking. You’d talked about it in passing, shared jokes about writing him cheesy love letters and sending care packages. But you never thought it would be now.

“In two months.”

Your chest tightened. That’s it. Two months. Eight weeks. Sixty days. The time you had left together. Doyoung still couldn’t look at you and you were stuck staring at the top of his head, unable to process the information.

Doyoung looked up at your face that was clearly deep in thought. His eyes were already glistening, his shoulders trembling just slightly. He turned to you and opened his mouth, a choked sound escaping before he could control it.

“I’m sorry. I wanted more time. I thought we… we could have more time. A project got canceled. Management thinks it’s better if I go now instead of making fans wait through a long hiatus. This way… they’ll have something to look forward to when I get back. So it feels less sudden.

I… I didn’t want to leave you like this…”

Now it was you who couldn’t look him in the eyes. His hands were trying to reach out to you, but he was hesitant, not able to read your reaction. He ended up grabbing the bedsheet, knuckles turning white as he tried to swallow his emotions.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Your mind was a blur, a flurry of thoughts and emotions, each one crashing into the next. You wanted to tell him you understood. That you weren’t angry. But the words were stuck, tangled up in your throat.

And as you sat there, frozen in place, you looked up at him and watched his face crumble, his shoulders caving in, his hands trembling. He looked so small, so vulnerable. So unlike the man you knew.

The silence grew heavy, tension wrapping around the room like a vise. Doyoung’s face fell, his eyes glossy. “Say something… please.” His voice wavered, raw and pleading.

“I should’ve pushed it to the last minute… spent more time with you. But they said this was better. I’m sorry, I really am.” His tears are dropping on his cheeks. In that moment, you realized how hard this was for him, too.

You took a deep breath, and scooted over to close the distance between you. Your hand reached out to cover his, your fingers curling around his trembling ones. “It’s okay,” you whispered, your voice soft but steady. “I understand.”

“I don’t blame you. It’s not like you can help it, right?”

“But I could’ve…” He looked down, tears falling down his face. “I could’ve stayed a little longer.”

You laughed softly “You’re the one leaving, but you’re the one crying.”

Doyoung’s shoulders shook, a choked laugh slipping out before more tears started falling. You reached out, cupping his face, wiping his tears away with your thumbs. “It’s okay. Two months is a long time. And even after that, It’s not like we’ll never see each other again. You’ll have free time to come home. To your family, to me.

It’ll be like when you go on tour. Actually, maybe even better.” you said with a lighthearted laugh.

His brows furrowed, guilt evident in his gaze. “I hate this. I hate leaving you.”

You smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Then don’t. Not yet. You’re here now.”

His breath hitched, and he kissed you back, desperate and tender. His lips moved against yours, pouring every unspoken word into the contact. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were intense, flickering with resolve. “Move in with me.”

You blinked, stunned. “What?”

“Move in with me,” he repeated, his voice firmer. “I don’t want to waste the time we have left. I want to wake up with you, fall asleep with you, every single day until I leave. I don’t want to spend another night apart.”

You laughed, surprised by the suddenness of it. “Are you serious?”. He must be joking, right?

His jaw tightened. “Why not? Do you not want to live with me?”. You’re suprised to see the hurt flash in his eyes. Oh, he is serious.

“It’s not that,” you rushed. “It’s just… you’re leaving in two months. Moving in isn’t going to change that.

He pulled away, his shoulders stiffening. “So, you don’t want to?”

“That’s not what I said!” You reached out, but he was already standing, walking away. “Doyoung — ”

“I need a drink.” His voice was flat, his steps brisk as he disappeared into the kitchen.

You sat there, stunned and frustrated, your heart heavy. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but you couldn’t just say yes to something so huge without thinking it through.

It wasn’t just about spending nights together anymore, it was about sharing a life. You sighed, standing up and walking to the kitchen. You found him leaning against the counter, head bowed, fingers wrapped around a glass of water.

“Doyoung…”

He didn’t look at you. “I thought… I thought you wanted to be with me.”

You closed the distance, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your forehead against his back. “I do. That’s why I don’t want to rush this. You don’t have to prove anything by asking me to move in.”

He turned around, his eyes red-rimmed but determined. “I’m not trying to prove anything. I just… I don’t want to regret not spending every second with you while I can.”

You let out a small sigh, shaking your head. “But our places are close,” you insist. “You haven’t even been to my new apartment since I moved. My company got me a new place while you were on tour. It’s closer than my last one. And even that wasn’t far.”

He doesn’t respond immediately, still holding onto whatever grudge he has left. The silence makes you more determined. “You know what? Let’s go right now. I’ll prove it to you.”

His eyes flicker with hesitation. Do you really have to beg him? at this point you don’t know what else to say. You don’t know how to make it better.

But before you decided on your next argument, he nods.

“Fine.”

You both take the elevator down. The air is thick with unspoken words. You exchange glances in the reflection of the elevator doors, but neither of you speaks.

The doors open, and you step out. The surroundings are too bright. You realize you’re in the lobby, not the basement.

“Wait,” you turn to him confused, only to then realize he didn’t even bring his keys.

“Didn’t you bring your car keys?”

He shrugs. “If it’s close, let’s walk.”

You scoff. “Okay, yeah, it’s close, but walking will still take a while. Why waste time?”. Was he trying to prove a point here? you know he’s mad but you didn’t think he was going to force you to walk to your apartment in the middle of the night.

Doyoung is still sulking, but his voice is softer when he replies, “I want to spend time with you. We don’t get to take walks together that much anymore.”

Your lips twitch into a small smile. Oh, that’s why. You felt kinda bad thinking he was being mean trying to force you to walk to your place to prove his point.

But turns out even when he’s upset, he still manages to say the cutest things. “Fine. Let’s walk.”

The city is quiet, only the occasional distant sound of traffic filling the silence. You walk side by side, but not holding hands like you usually do. You steal glances at him, but he keeps looking straight ahead.

Truth is, it’s taking everything in him to not look at you. You look beautiful in the soft glow of the streetlights, and it’s been a while since you last did something as simple as this together. But he’s still too proud, too caught up in his emotions to reach out first.

Then you both hear laughter.

A couple, comes into view entering the street you’re on. Their hands intertwined, playfully nudging each other. They’re around your age, maybe a little younger.

The young man pretends to be upset, and what you assume to be his girlfriend laughs before running off pretending to be more upset that he’s upset with her. He catches up to her and effortlessly lifting her off the ground as she shrieks in surprise, her giggles filling the air.

Doyoung stops in his tracks, watching them.

That used to be you and him. You both realize, in that moment, how silly this argument is. How limited your time together is.

You slow down your steps until you halt beside him. Glancing at him trying to read his expression. Is he thinking what you’re thinking? But to you, he’s staring at the couple with an unreadable expression.

You break the silence. “We take a left here.”

Doyoung clears his throat. “Okay.”

You continue walking. You expect him to say something, but he doesn’t. Maybe it has to be you.

You start telling him about the event your office held last night. A big music festival. As one of the project managers, you were running around all night.

“I wore these new sneakers I got at the mall, turns out they’re a tad bit smaller than I thought. I ended up with blisters all over the back of my foot. Remind me not to buy that size again, please” you laugh trying to keep the conversation light.

Doyoung’s head snaps toward you. “Your feet hurt? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You smile softly. “You said you wanted to walk with me.”

He stops walking. You stop too.

Without a word, he crouches down in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Get on.”

You let out a laugh. “I don’t think you can carry me. My apartment is not far — ”

“Get on,” he insists.

Shaking your head but smiling, you climb onto his back. He lifts you effortlessly, and you snuggle into him. He can’t help but smile, though you can’t see it.

You start talking again, reminiscing the festival you talked about earlier. “You know during the event, I tripped over come cables. My boss said I nearly took out the whole sound system.”

He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Again? You need to be more careful at work.”

“At least I don’t do it on stage in front of million of fans.”

“I have never tripped on stage.”

“Yeah but you ate a confetti during a ballad.”

He pouts, looking away to hide his embarrassment. “You’re mean.”

“But you like me anyway,” you tease.

His cheeks turn even pinker, and he mumbles, “Yeah… unfortunately.”

You giggle, your arms tightening around him. He adjusts his hold on you, his heart feeling lighter. Somehow, the tension disappears. It’s like the argument never happened. Like his departure isn’t looming over you.

By the time you reach your apartment, he lets you down gently.

“See? Not that far,” you say.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, staring at you. His gaze softens.

A comfortable silent falls between you. Not like the one before. Evident that both your hearts feel lighter now, more accepting and understanding of each other.

After a beat, he sighs. “I’m sorry. I just… I felt like I needed to hold onto something. The thought of being apart again, it just got to me.”

You fix a strand of his hair, running your fingers through it and cupping his cheeks. He leans in to your touch and closes his eyers.

“I didn’t realize how much it was weighing on you. I was so caught up in my own head, thinking you were just trying to force things. But you weren’t… were you?” you say softly.

He shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips. “No. I just wanted to feel close to you. Like… if I could wake up next to you every day, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much when I have to leave.”

Your heart tightens at his words, and you put your arms around his shoulders. Closing the distance between you while he puts his arms around your waist.

“But I shouldn’t have pushed so hard. I know you like your space. I got scared… that maybe you didn’t want me around as much as I wanted to be there.”

“Hey. That’s not it. I want you around… so much it scares me sometimes. But moving in together… I don’t want it to be because we’re scared of being apart. I want it to be because we’re ready. Both of us.”

His eyes search yours, a hint of relief softening his features. “You’re right. We shouldn’t rush it just because of my schedule. I don’t want us to feel pressured. When we do move in together, I want it to be perfect… because it’s the right time, not because I’m afraid of saying goodbye.”

You nod, glad that you finally reached a mutual understanding.

He steps closer, lips meeting yours, slow, sweet, full of unspoken words. Between kisses, you mumble, “So… you staying over?”

He smirks against your lips. “Obviously.”

“I don’t have any of your stuff here yet, you know.”

He pulls you closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I’m not going to wear anything anyway.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, before you can come up with a retort, his lips are on yours again, deeper this time, more desperate. His hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging just enough to elicit a low groan from him.

You fumble with the keys, the two of you stumbling through the doorway, lips never breaking contact. The door closes behind you with a thud as his hands explore your back, pressing you against the wall.

His kisses trail down your jawline, his breath hot against your skin. You shiver, your body arching toward him. “Doyoung…” you whisper, his name barely audible.

His mouth finds yours again, more urgent this time. You can feel the tension, the need to make the most of the time you have left. His fingers tangle with yours, pinning your hands above your head as his lips continue their assault, leaving you breathless.

You barely make it to the couch before he’s on you again, his weight pressing you down, his body fitting perfectly against yours. His fingers dance along your sides, igniting sparks everywhere they touch.

“I hate how good you are at this,” you murmur between kisses, your voice shaking.

He chuckles, his lips brushing yours. “Good. Then you’ll miss me more.”

You pull him closer, refusing to think about the goodbye waiting for you both. For now, it’s just you and him, tangled up in each other, no distance, no farewells. Just the two of you and the promise of the night ahead.

#kim doyoung #doyoung fanfic #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct x y/n #doyoung x reader #doyoung x y/n #nct fanfic

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partycatty · 9 months ago

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was requested to write interviewer!reader by this lovely post so here we are. @super-ssimp

johnny cage > interview

you, a reporter, have some questions for the hollywood heartbreaker. he just can't seem to focus on your questions.

notes: heheheheeggeheegehehegeh he's so fine in the gif i'm gonna shit everywhere

[ masterlist ]

• a box-office smash hit dropped after a long quiet period from hit star johnny cage, back stronger than ever with a movie that blew audiences away with its storytelling and casting. you had to squeeze in an interview with the director, cage himself. you were a part of a big company, front lining with interviews and now face to face with probably one of the most attractive men you'd ever worked with.

• johnny sat in his chair across from you, adjusting his hips ever so slightly in his seat as he holds intense eye contact with you. you return the stare, as hard as it is while a makeup specialist tidied up the powder on your brow.

• "you look great, doll," he's quick to charm, pointing a finger with a grin. "don't sweat this. you'll be fine."

• "i know i'll be," you return his affirmations with your own confidence, a beaming grin on your features that makes his breath hitch. "i've been in this job for nine years, mr. cage. we just haven't met."

• "what.. a.. shame," his voice is teasing, somehow his flirtations come off as honey smooth rather than sleazy. you scoff playfully, earning a laugh from the both of you. two assistants clip microphones to your tops, testing them quickly and hearing a full go-ahead to begin the interview.

• "i'm here with johnny cage, director of the new smash hit 'mortal kombat,'" your voice is smooth, experienced. "i suppose my first question is; what inspired such a story? it's unlike anything we've seen in films."

• the question seemingly didn't register at first, his faraway gaze blocking his thoughts. realizing his flaw, johnny snaps into celebrity mode, "oh, hrm — the ideas that came to me were because of a massive arc in my life. uh — without getting too into it, i was at a low point in the last year, running myself into the dirt. something changed and i wanted to be the new, young, and pretty one behind the camera for once rather than in front of it. i spent the entire summer writing and consulting some friends of mine and we were able to pull this film together based on our relationships and experiences. you won't see anything else like it because there isn't anything else like it. i was inspired by my life, and there is no other johnny cage in this timeline than the one you're talkin' to."

• you nod and agree, face hot at the way his expression lights up with passion as he walks you through his process. "right, and this was after a long hiatus, was it not? there were, rumors, so to speak—"

• "my divorce?" he cuts you off with a glint in his eye as he toys with his ring. "no need to dance around it, i suppose. yeah, different life paths, but i'm a changed man. single and ready to mingle as soon as me and my team crank out some projects we've had in the works."

• "so you confirm yourself to be single? confirming the rumors?" you clarify, leaning forward in interest — whether it was for your own or for the public's, you wouldn't disclose.

• "why?" his question catches you off guard. johnny rests a hand on his chin, tilting his head as he squints. a large grin creeps up onto his lips. "you interested?"

• you tense up, nervously giggling as your eyes dart around the small production team who is trying equally as hard to not laugh at your position. you were trained and professional and yet this man turned you into a blushing mess for all cameras to see. "that's not my question, mr. cage—"

• "—johnny," he interrupts you, pose unmoving. "the pretty ones get to call me johnny."

• what was he getting at? your notecards feel unreadable and your brain's fuzzing from the sudden attention. he was a pretty man, that much was sure, but was he really flirting with you or pushing his behavior for attention? it was hard to tell, his affections were dizzying enough.

• he chuckles at your blank, sweaty stare, your lips opening and closing like the dumbest fish in the tank. you'd been hit on before by interviewees but johnny took the cake without a doubt, from his veiny arms to his touchable hair, all the way to his tight, round—

• "earth to interviewer," johnny's teasing fingers wiggled in your face, grounding you back to the rickety wooden chair and blinding lights. "too much, or not enough?"

• "neither," you lazily protest as you come to. "just didn't... expect all of that." the interview proceeds as normal, with johnny's clicks and compliments littered to keep you flustered right when you regained your composure. it must've been a game to him, how long you're heated over a simple compliment. but it wasn't the compliment necessarily, it was the person giving them.

• it wraps up just as quickly as it started, and the production was being wrapped up the moment you delivered your outro. johnny's suspiciously large, dreamy grin was plastered onto his face for a strangely long amount of time.

• "it was nice working with you," you try to be cordial, it's hard when that smug look is looking back at you, like he's planning something. before you could stick around to figure it out, you spin on your heel with a beet-red blush on your cheeks.

• johnny visibly startles at your sudden turn, reaching forward to grab your wrist before you could fully face away. he flinches at himself and his abruptness, too eager to give away his desperation for just a little more time. he pulls away, scratching his neck.

• "sorry, doll," he gestures toward your wrist, a confused frown on your lips burying his ego for a moment. "just... hey, listen."

• "i'm listening," you cock a brow, stomach flipping at the out-of-script interaction.

• "me and you," he starts with a groaning sigh, struggling to find the words you stole from his throat from one look. "just us two. no cameras, no questions, no divorce — wait —" his slip-up makes you giggle. "no, no, really. lets go out sometime. gimme a shot, whatdya say?"

• "out?" your tone is teasing, a smirk of your own forming on your lips. "you flatter a lowly reporter."

• "you're not lowly," his voice drops down, more serious with a heartfelt smile. "you... make it hard to focus." he's silent for a moment before jumping into his playful attitude. "pick a different career, you're distracting me! but seriously, dinner? movie? not one of mine, i swear!"

• "only if you swear," you grin up at him, feeling far more human with johnny than you had in the interview.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader

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soul-rillo · 6 months ago

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Quick Content Update

Hi all! Just wanted to give you a little heads up that fic updates might be slightly slower than usual. The reason for this is an exciting one: I'm focusing on getting part one of a human radiostatic comic out. If you're a fan of mafia AUs and Shugo Chara, I think you'll greatly enjoy it!

The next fic chapter due is for You, My Everything, which is currently at 1.2k words as of writing this post. After that is Of Candied Pine and Cherried Smoke, then An Untimely Distraction—the order I've been typically writing in. I know it seems like a long wait between chapters but please understand I'm trying to consistently update three fics!

The animatics have been on pause for a bit. I suspect I'm a little burnt out (as I usually get from animatics). I also have a bad habit of jumping from project to project. Oops.

Anyway, I hope you guys can bear with me for delayed fic updates. I'm still working on the chapters here and there so they're not on hiatus or anything drastic like that.

#rillotalks

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the-scarlet-witch-22 · 10 months ago

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Love and Liabilities: Chapter Four (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

Summary: As you prepare for the impending trial and attempt to find ways to relieve your stress, the biggest stressor in your life has a funny way of showing up when you least expect it.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Lawyer!Agatha is back after a little hiatus! This is a bit of a shorter chapter to get me back into writing after a few months. I’m hoping to be updating a bit more regularly but I’m (sadly) growing even more busy & stressed, so I promise to do the best I can! As always I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think. My asks/dm’s are always open!

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Present Day

The whooshing of the wind in your ears combined with the cool air filling your lungs fueled you to increase your pacing as you ran through the deserted park. It had been nearly a week since you reunited with Agatha, and your brain had been hellbent on torturing you ever since. Nothing could take your mind off the infuriating attorney, not even work. You had spent the past few days pouring over every word in the various documents Agatha presented during the pretrial conference, hoping to find something, anything really, to solidify your case.

It was times like this when you missed working in corporate law. Although you had only been a junior attorney at Stark & Strange, you had unlimited access to paralegals and attorneys at your disposal. Unfortunately, working for the government meant not only taking a significant pay cut, but also limiting your outsourcing. You didn’t regret your decision to leave the firm, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the perks.

Since burying yourself in piles of work proved useless, your only real escape from Agatha came from running. The familiar burning sensation began to fill your lungs as your body begged for a break, but you forced yourself to continue. Your legs felt heavier than when you first started, and as you rounded the corner of the trail you had to work twice as hard to not slow down. Even though you were growing tired, the rush of endorphins was a welcome change from the haunting memory of searing blue eyes burning holes into your own.

Agatha would be far too pleased to learn how much of your time and energy was being wasted trying to forget her. However, being the soul sucking succubus she was, you wouldn’t be surprised if she was already aware of the pain she was causing. A swell of anger suddenly overtook you, a feeling you had long grown familiar with when thinking of her, and you used it to finish the final stretch of your run. The thudding of your feet on the pavement along with the loud thumping of your heartbeat acting as a painful reminder of the woman you so desperately wanted to rid yourself of.

Swirls of scarlet, orange, and yellow painted the Manhattan skyline as the sun gradually rose over the city, and the quiet beeping of your phone from your back pocket signaled the end of your run. Nearing the end of the trail, you slowed your pace down to a steady walk, allowing yourself to do some breathing exercises in the process whilst checking your email. It was early enough in the morning that there wasn’t much for you to go through, but you knew it was bound to be yet another busy day.

You had timed your run to give yourself just enough time to head back to your apartment to get ready for the day and get to the office before the rest of your colleagues. The stress of the looming trial was becoming overwhelming, and you had to be prepared for whatever chaos Agatha would inevitably throw at you. Unfortunately that meant you were working nearly double the amount of hours than normal.

Luckily you were able to take a quick shower, find clean clothes in the back of your closet, and managed to get to work before anyone else had arrived. You would hopefully have an hour or two to yourself before you were eventually interrupted, and you intended to use every last possible second you could. As you strolled the corridor, you were tempted to stop to make yourself a coffee, but decided to get settled before adding caffeine to this situation.

Absentmindedly dropping your bag to the floor after you entered your office, you refocused your attention on reading a memo that one of your colleagues had left for you. Making mental notes of what needed to be addressed, you turned to open the blinds when you stopped dead in your tracks at what was in front of you.

Agatha Harkness sat in an armchair in the corner of your office, an amused expression painting her face. You nearly fell over at the sight of her, how did she get in here? The door was locked when you had arrived, wasn’t it?

Agatha, unaware of your current inner ramblings, took a sip of her coffee before repositioning herself, recrossing her legs as she gave you a disappointed look. “Your lack of situational awareness is truly astonishing. I could have been a murderer.”

Adrenaline continued to course through your body as your heart thumped loudly in your chest. Taking a deep breath, you ignored her sarcastic remarks as you leaned against your desk, attempting to calm down.

“What-what the hell are you doing in here?” You spluttered out, unsuccessfully trying to regain your composure.

The attorney frowned, as if that was an absurd question. “This is your office, is it not? I wasn’t sure at first, but the withering plants were a bit of a giveaway.”

Typical Agatha. They weren’t dying, were they? You made a mental note to ask your paralegal to water them a bit more.

Ignoring the jab, you took another deep breath, your body still on edge. “Do I even want to know how you got in here?”

Taking a moment to think over your words, she shook her head. “No. Now drink your coffee before the ice melts.”

It was then that you noticed the untouched cup of iced coffee on the edge of your desk. Narrowing your eyes at it, you gave her a suspicious glance. “How do I know you didn’t poison it?”

Agatha rolled her eyes, as if that was the most ridiculous thing to ask her and she didn’t just break into your office. “Honestly, dear. You’re far too paranoid this early in the morning. Drink. We both know how irritable you are without caffeine.”

When you refrained from grabbing the cup, Agatha huffed, her stormy blue eyes swirling in annoyance as she rose from her seat. Taking a step towards you until your legs were nearly touching, she snatched the cup, the silence in the room disrupted by the clanking sound of the ice swirling in the cup. Hovering over you, she used her free hand to grab yours, the soft feel of her touch briefly taking you back to a time where it would have been more welcomed.

Your breath hitched as the rich, musky scent of her expensive perfume washed over you, and you fought the temptation to look into her eyes. How many times had you found yourself in this exact same position with her, you mused lightly as your brain attempted to regain its ability to function. Agatha’s fingers intertwined with yours, as she leaned in even closer, her lips grazing your jawline and you closed your eyes, fighting against the urge to lean into her touch.

Clearing your throat, you shook your head. “No. This can’t happen again.”

Agatha pulled back, her eyebrows slightly raised. “What can’t happen again?”

Giving her a pointed look, you tried to ignore the feel of her fingers still interwoven with your own. “I don’t think we need to relive that mistake, do we?”

“Oh I don’t know about that,” Agatha replied, swishing the cup of iced coffee as she lifted it up. “I seem to recall you rather enjoying yourself during that mistake, or was that someone else who pulled me into a closet and jumped me?”

“I did not jump you! You’re the one who came onto me,” you hissed as your irritation grew exponentially.

“Easy, tiger,” Agatha teased, raising the cup until the straw was nearly touching your lips. “I see the caffeine withdrawal is already kicking in.”

“Agatha…” you trailed off, ignoring your brain protesting that this would hurt even more than your last encounter.

Dropping your hand, Agatha gently cupped your jaw, tilting your head upwards until you were forced to meet her eyes.

“Sip,” Agatha murmured, raising the cup once more to your lips.

Her words were soft, but you both knew it wasn’t a request as much as a command. A part of you knew this was a mistake, that you couldn’t give into her yet again after being strong for so long. But then you looked into her eyes and found yourself getting lost in the fiery intensity she always seemed to carry. Logic and reason held no weight against the pleasure that was being at the mercy of Agatha Harkness.

Wrapping your lips around the straw, you lightly sucked, savoring the creamy, cold taste of the iced coffee on your tongue. Agatha’s eyes darkened at the sight; using one hand to brush your hair behind your shoulders while the other remained glued to your jaw, fingers brushing lightly against your skin.

“Good girl,” Agatha quietly praised, running her fingers through your hair, tugging lightly at the loose strands.

As you released the straw from your mouth, Agatha set the cup down, tightening her grip on your hair before capturing your lips in a kiss. Her lips were warm and gentle against your own, but it wasn’t long before she began nipping on your lower lip, biting down harder when you let out a whine. Moving forward, she pressed herself fully against you, while you instinctively wrapped your arms around her waist. Her tongue expertly sought out your own, and it felt like she was trying to get every drop of coffee from your mouth.

Panting, you were the first to break the kiss, tilting your head as Agatha proceeded to pepper persistent kisses down your jawline, each leaving you more breathless than the last.

“Agatha…” you whimpered, the last bit of self control slipping away even as you tried to hold onto it. “We can’t do this again.”

The attorney chuckled softly against your skin, tickling you ever so slightly in the process. She took a moment to look up at you then, with her ever blue eyes hazy with want and perfectly swollen red lips, and you remembered a moment in time where this had been easier. It was almost too easy to forget the pain of the past when she looked at you in that special way; as if she saved those intimate, sweet glances just for you. You used to believe you were able to bring out a different side of her than the rest of the world saw; that you understood who she was at her core.

Having her here now made the whole situation even worse than you previously remembered. It complicated things, and if there was one thing you hated more than anything, it was unnecessary complications. You found it difficult to remember the seemingly obvious reasons why you left her all those years ago when she was standing within your reach; the light that once dimmed in her eyes was once again ablaze. Gone were the demons of the past, in its place was the woman you had once fallen in love with.

Unfortunately, you were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard chatter from the hallway; your colleagues had arrived for the day. Agatha’s head tilted at the sound, and the moment was broken as she took a step back.

Clearing her throat, she folded her arms across her chest. “I was hoping you had given more thought to dropping the case, that’s why I dropped by.”

Annoyance took over any feelings of longing that had been threatening to emerge, and you frowned. “You do realize that this could be perceived as intimidation, right? That on top of trespassing could mean you potentially lose any upper hand in this trial that you believe you possess.”

Agatha fully cackled, which only served to enrage you further. She picked up a few files that she must have previously set on the desk. “You always were so full of pride and ambition, dear. I’m not surprised to see it still has a hand in clouding your judgment. It’s a pity. I always thought you had a lot of potential.”

Flabbergasted, you shook your head. You should have known better. Only Agatha would be capable of attempting to manipulate you over your shared past to better serve her motive. Shoving past her, you finally opened the blinds to your office, the once sunny morning replaced with dark gray skies as rain furiously poured down. As you turned around to tell Agatha to get out, you were unsurprised to find she was already gone. Typical.

Settling down at your desk, you opened your laptop and started going through your checklist for the day when you noticed something on the edge of your desk; a file folder. You quickly realized Agatha must have left it behind by accident, which was strange; it wasn’t like her to do something like that. It was unclear what drove you to opening the file, but looking back you’d blame it on your own morbid curiosity. Inside there were over a dozen pages of what appeared to be hospital records for two people, one being Wanda Maximoff.

As you settled in to read, your eyes drifted to the neglected iced coffee. A part of you wanted to throw it away, but the caffeine driven side of your brain led you to grab it. After all, it would be a shame to let it go to waste.

Flipping the page over as you sipped, you paused as you actually tasted the coffee for the first time without distraction.

This is your exact coffee order. Iced coffee, extra ice, one pump of vanilla and a splash of oatmilk. After all of these years she still remembered, remembered it perfectly.

You weren’t sure why you hated that as much as you did, but it burns in your mind as you keep reading and drinking, trying to wash her taste out of your mouth.

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strongheartneteyam · 1 year ago

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I wet you like water but she stained you like blood.

Chapter 4

Pairing: widowed!dilf!Jake Sully x younger!female!human reader

CW: jealous-in-an-unhealthy-way-Jake, Jake and y/n verbally fight because of complicated feelings, angst!!, heated make out session, possessive Jake, TRIGGER WARNING for Jake being toxic and unreasonable, Jake apologizes afterwards bc he's good after all, Daddy kink (nothing explicit but still the kink is there)

So… after this fic being on an incredibly long hiatus, I'm back with another chapter. I had this in my Google Docs for way too long but I was not sure if I wanted the story to go this way but I guess I do. I'm extremely insecure about this chapter, so, please, leave me your opinion about it. Love you guys <3

Not proofread. I'm sick n sleepy. Sorry :(

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You know I'm good at keeping secrets, you know that you're my weakness and I'll always repeat it

If I could hold onto the feeling back before your words lost their meaning

There's no need for apologies 'cause, honestly, fuck your honesty, I'm done

Think you like the insanity

I'm the casualty of your dreams 'cause I'm not the one

casualty of your dreams (Maggie Lindemann)

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Rumor had it there was a human girl that worked in the lab being all lovey-dovey with an Omatikaya young guy. They had gotten it from the fact that you were just talking to and smiling at an Omatikaya male you had met in one of your walks in the woods to collect samples. You had just found out the na'vi could be as fond of gossiping as humans… Great. As the word runs fast as the wind on the Pandora planet, three days after you finally see Jake again. He had been gone for 3 whole days, not even paying a quick visit to the lab to see you for some minutes, really early in the morning, - like he always used to do - when he was already awake to do some Olo'eyktan tasks and you were up with your face buried in science books about extraterrestrial flowers and herbs, a cup of hot black coffee on the table, right next to your hand for easy access, as you survived only because of the caffeine, having to wake up so early almost every day. Sometimes being a xenobotanist truly sucked...

"Who's that Omatikaya boy you were seen with? People are saying you were all over each other." Jake spit, rage and jealousy burning his insides, bursting like a bomb inside of the cold, filled with cold air coming from the air conditioner room you were in, sitting down, taking notes with an electronic pen in your tablet about the herb samples you were conducting a research about.

There were microscopes, high tech computers, Pandoran plants samples and xenobiology books all around.

"What?!" You said, startled by his sudden, noisy appearance.

"Don't pretend you have no clue! You were there, y/n." Jake says, a cold smirk filled with anger adorning his face, the feeling of his heart being crashed and bruised even stronger than when he first heard the news harassing him

"What the hell, Jake?!" You say loudly, mad at him "why are you being so rude to me?!" Your heart was beating fast inside your chest cavity. You couldn't believe Jake was treating you that way. "Why did you burst into the room like that, without even knocking on the door, like you usually do?! You scared the shit out of me!"

"Won't you just answer my question already?!" Jake said, in a cutting tone

That was the last straw. You had enough.

You swiftly stood up from the high chair you were sitting on and came closer to Jake, looking up at his usually yellow bright eyes that were now tainted with a dark atmosphere, like a rainy grey cloud was around him, his 9 feet something frame towering over you, but you were so damn angry that you didn't feel a single bit of fear, even knowing he was incredibly mad and seemed out his damn mind and you knew that he could even kill you so goddamn easily if he wanted to. Not that you thought he did. You could never see Jake doing something so horrible, especially to you. It was just a fact: he was ridiculously stronger than you. His height and his muscles, plus the fact he had military training and so much experience at war, making him a dangerous adversary right now. You thanked any Higher Force that existed in the Universe that you were sure and confident Jake would never hurt you physically.

But he was hurting you in another way, a very detrimental one: he was hurting your feelings. Hurting your feelings good.

"No, Jake Sully. I won't answer you until you stop being such a goddamn jerk." You said, a serious, stern expression in your heated with anger face as you stared at his eyes

He looked you dead in the eyes and breathed heavy though his nose, supporting his back against the wall, his body inclined back, his huge toned but a little fleshy arms crossed in front of his chest. He calmed down a little and was waiting for you to talk.

"Thank you!" You spit, rolling your eyes at him "I was, yes, talking to an Omatikaya boy. But that was all. He was really nice and we were just having a good time. Nothing happened. I even told him that I had someone. Didn't say who it was, though. I don't know if he was interested in me. I'm not that good at noticing these things."

"Hah, so he was flirting with you! I knew it!!" Jake was lost in his jealousy. You didn't recognize the man in front of you

"Jake!! Are we gonna do this all over again?!" You were getting way too mad at his attitude

Jake tilted his head to the side, furrowed his lips, eyes on yours, scorching your very soul.

"Why can't I be mad? He was messing with what's mine." He stated, fierce.

"Ahaha" You laughed sarcastically

"Unbelievable…" You thought

"So, you don't make our relationship official, you don't let your family or anyone in Pandora know, everybody thinks you just like to talk to me about sciencey stuff, Norm might be the only one that suspects of something, in my opinion , but he minds his own business and respects our friendship - with me and with you - way too much to go around gossiping to people about the fact you always come way too often to the lab and spends a lot of time alone in rooms with me, and you have the audacity of acting like a mad man when an Omatikaya guy, who has no damn clue you're dating me, seems interested in me?! Is that the way you're gonna act, Sully?! Really?!"

Jake still stared at you, angered.

"Yes." He said, in a low, calm tone. But you could feel his cold demeanor coming towards you. He was still angry and still though he was right.

You chuckled faintly, your face tainted with disbelief "Manchild." You said, looking into his eyes.

Jake sighed heavily, spent some seconds with his head down, seeming to be thinking about something and then, he came closer to you, his eyes softer this time, that anger flying away slowly.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I'm being childish. I'm way older than you are. I should be the mature one here."

You looked at him, eyes still distrustful, but you gave in and calmed your nerves down too.

Jake looked at you with puppy adorable eyes, the way he used to look at Neytiri when they were young. Even after so many years, he still had that cute look in his eyes when he was sorry, or pleading for something or when he just wanted to show his true feelings to someone he had romantic feelings for. He wasn't the romantic type, but he showed his love through actions, through acts of service, quality time, physical touch, and, through looking at the person he loved - in this case, "the person he liked", you thought - that way. His eyes said everything his mouth couldn't say.

"Please, forgive me, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you this much. I was foolish, I was letting my heart guide me. That's not good, sometimes." He sighed, upset with himself "it's just that... you mean so much to me. I don't wanna lose you to someone else. Someone younger, who doesn't have a whole lot of baggage like I do, someone who can make you happier than I can."

You breathed through your nose, your chest felt tight, filled with anxiety and tension

"You will never lose me, Jake. Never. Don't worry about it." You looked at his pleading amber eyes, forgiving him "My heart is yours. You're always there. Everywhere I look, you're there. I listen to love songs from Earth thinking about you. Why are you so insecure?"

"No reason... I just... You're so precious to me. I need you so much. So much."

You gazed into his eyes, started to tip toe, trying to reach his mouth. It was stupid, you knew the height difference wouldn't let that happen, but, you were following your instinct to physically show him how much you loved him. That you were his and never wished to belong to anybody else.

Jake noticed what you wanted to do and took you in his arms, sweeping you off your feet, his arms beneath your thighs and initiated the kiss himself. Jake held onto your thighs tightly and strongly. He kissed you like a starving man finally getting some food. His tongue wildly touching yours, licking it, sucking on it. His lips bruising yours, leaving your mouth reddened afterwards.

His big blue hands moved from your thighs to hold onto your butt, carefully to not let you fall from his arms, as you were up in the air and could get hurt if you fell.

"Nobody can touch you. Or kiss you. Or fuck you. Only I can. Do you understand, sweetheart?" Jake spoke, almost whispering, out of breath because of the heated kiss

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. My good girl. Only mine." Jake praised you

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