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eviesaurusrex · 25 days ago

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May I request any touch starved prompt between Bucky and reader? Thank you in advance!

summary: after a two week mission away from home and with barely any contact, Bucky craves touch and comfort from his girlfriend above anything else

word count: 1.4k

warnings: pure fluff, mentions of exhaustion, mentions of anxiety when you squint, so many pet names, touch-starved!Bucky, short mention of Bucky’s scars and his past insecurities

author’s note: my first (new) request in a while—I’m super excited ^-^ I really hope you like with what I came up with, dear anon! The dividers are made by @strangergraphics <3

Ever since she had gotten her brooding super soldier up to the new tech of this century and successfully explained how to share a location through Find me, YN always knew when he arrived back at the compound and had his personal phone back on him. It helped her breathe a little easier seeing his small icon—a picture she had taken of him during one of their many trips across the East Coast—move across the map again, promising her worry-drenched mind that he was all right and back in one piece.

So, it wasn’t surprising or unusual for YN to sit at home and wait for her boyfriend to return while the sun slowly set behind the windows of their quaint, cozy apartment in a historic brownstone. She threw a quick glance at the opened app on her phone and watched Bucky’s smiling face speed down the FDR Drive along the East River, and being content with knowing he’d be home in a matter of minutes, YN rose to check up on dinner, softly sizzling in the kitchen and boiling another pot of tea. They had their small rituals after each and every mission or a particular horrifying day at work, and she wanted to be prepared when Bucky finally got up the stairs, and she would hear the thud of his boots.

Giggling softly along the episode of Golden Girls that played on the TV in the background, she stirred the pasta in the pan, adding a sprinkle of pepper and a handful of basil leaves into the bubbling sauce when a pair of strong arms enveloped her waist from behind, making her shriek. For a second, she went entirely still, muscles locking and the bamboo spoon ready to be used as a weapon until her mind caught up. The sensation of those arms was utterly familiar, the scent surrounding her now loved beyond measure, and the warmth seeping into her back a constant reminder of who was finally back home.

“Sorry, doll,” Bucky whispered, his face immediately nuzzling the crook of her neck, his warm breath fanning across her sensitive skin. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” YN smiled at that, and after putting the spoon back onto the cutting board next to the stove, she turned in his arms and cupped his face, foreheads touching softly. “Hi,” she smiled up at him, both thumbs caressing his cheeks. The soldier let out a deep sigh, shoulders immediately relaxing, and the tension dissipating from his body. “Hi,” he mumbled in return, eyes bright but heavy-lidded from the exhaustion living inside him after two weeks away, kissing her lips softly in greeting. “Smells delicious, sweetheart.“ YN grinned at that, and her cheeks turned warm at the praise. “It’s almost ready if you’re hungry, love.”

Bucky’s eyes looked over her shoulder and observed the bubbling pasta sauce, the sizzling chicken, and decided his basic human needs had to wait for a while. She picked up on it when his hand turned off the stove and placed the lids on both pans before he gathered YN easily in his arms and walked them to the couch. He put her down gently, as if she was made out of glass and would easily break if not handled with the utmost love and care, and without having second thoughts, the buff super soldier and former Winter Soldier dropped between her parted legs stomach first, and resting his head heavily on her chest, right above her beating heart.

“I gather food has to wait?” YN smiled softly at the brunet in her arms, her fingers starting to comb through his soft strands she had cut for him in their bathroom a few months ago, scratching his scalp just the way he liked it, eliciting a moaning sigh out of him. “Just need you close, honey, s’all,” Bucky whispered into the fabric of her daisy-sprinkled shirt, and his eyes closed in utter contentment and blissful relaxation, soaking in how she made him feel every day since they ran into one another. “Whatever you want, James.” She would have an eye on the time and would feed him if she had to before they’d wander into bed, knowing the man on top of her well enough to suspect that he had lived on protein bars and oatmeal since the team’s departure to Mexico fifteen days ago.

Bucky hummed softly when YN started caressing his neck, slowly kneading the tension and strain out of his muscles there, nuzzling his face closer to her neck after pressing a kiss atop her beating heart. “I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart. Always dreamed of you and coming back home.” Her heart clenched in the best possible way at his whispered confession, at the showcase of his vulnerability, he only ever allowed to come out in her presence, knowing she would never judge him for it or think less of him. YN kissed his forehead lovingly with her eyes closed to revel in his soothing scent that was a mix of cedar, cinnamon, and orange—the three main ingredients of his favorite soap—and something that was just inherently Bucky, it made for something addictive.

He groaned at the feeling and, without missing a beat, nudged her chin with his nose, asking wordlessly for more forehead kisses she was willing to provide. “Missed you too, baby.” It was a whisper ghosting over his skin when she kissed his forehead yet again. “You’re okay, though, right? No injuries?” She had to ask to soothe her anxious mind, trying to let her hands run across his body to check for herself, but Bucky nodded heavy-headed and cuddled closer, wrapping his strong arms tightly around her body and holding her just as closely as she did.

“Not even a scratch, doll,” he reassured her once more. He littered her neck with several feather-light kisses, moaning softly and quietly at the overpowering scent of her fading perfume and the deodorant she had to have used over the course of the day, fogging his mind and pulling him deeper into the relaxing state he only ever could achieve right here within this very walls, in the very arms that held I’m close to the soft and perfect body of his best girl. He could ravage her right this instant, but his body and mind were too exhausted to muster the strength to bring her into their bed, and instead, he cuddled closer, almost trying to crawl into her embrace, into her body.

The soft whirring sound of his vibranium arm was the only sound next to the TV and their soft breathing, and he felt YN’s fingers at his left shoulder where metal met flesh. Once, he had thought he was ugly because of the raised and bumpy flesh that had never formed perfect, even scars, and it had taken a while until Bucky was okay with being shirtless around her, but now? He knew this woman loved him just the way he was—and that was okay. More than that. The scars were part of him, and he had accepted it, knowing that now, he fought for the good in this world. He fought for her. For their future together.

“Want me to help take it off, make yourself more comfortable, love?” Her fingers still lingered on the jarring cut between soft flesh and hard, unyielding vibranium she had grown used to over the time they had shared so far. She had grown to love the intricate scars, always reminding Bucky of his beauty whenever she kissed them one at a time, and even now she bent her head to press a lingering kiss to the mountains and valleys covered by the soft fabric of his black t-shirt. “s’all right, doll. Jus’ wanna stay right where I am if that’s okay with you.” The barely there request was muttered into the skin at her neck, and humming softly in agreement, YN let their legs entangle and pulled the plush blanket they had found at their favorite Target down a couple of blocks over their bodies wrapped around each other, sighing herself at the coziness of it all.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Bucky mumbled with his head now switching sides, and he soon was nuzzled back into the crook of her neck, arms tightening their hold around her as if he might fear she’d slip away. A silly thought, really. As if she would exchange this for anything in the world. Kissing the crown of his head, she smiled into the dark brown strands. “Nothing to thank me for, darling,” she whispered in return, and closing her eyes, YN started to caress his broad back, softly drawing indecipherable shapes and forms into the fabric of his shirt until Bucky’s breathing grew deeper and longer; a soft snoring filling the cozy living room.

Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a like, a comment, and a reblog. It would mean the world to me <3

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bokunoheros · 7 months ago

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˚࿔ BODILY FORCE | KINKTOBER 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

🪲 authors note:// hi guys… sorry this is shameful, happy kinktober! also, this is my first time participating in kinktober fr fr… dear anon that requested this, i hope i have fed you well.

topics discussed and warnings:// BDSM RELATION SHIPS, overstimulation, forced orgasm, obviously smut, aftercare, readers gender is not specified but i do use female anatomical terms and clothing descriptions, i use pet names too much, hand jobs, use of a fleshlight lol, gagging, crying during sex, praise, come eating, sub!izuku, softdom!reader, this is prohero!izuku btw, MOMMY/MAMA KINK, sorry not sorry!

word count:// 800 something

ᯓ heed the warnings laid before you, your media consumption is your responsibility! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

every WORD under this cut is R-RATED— respect my wishes upon interacting.

𝜗𝜚 edited and proof read by the lovely calius .ᐟ xoxo

✎ᝰ He’s so desperate to touch you, to keep a hand on your thigh so he doesn’t feel like he’s constantly falling. “Ah-uh,” you gently reprimand him as he tries to reach for your thigh. Izuku winces at your voice, rolling his head back into the pillow as he balls his fists into the sheets.

“Fuck,” he whines, writhing under your relentless pace.

“Watch your mouth,” you hum at him, squeezing your hand around his base. He chokes out the most pitiful sob before he slaps his hand over his mouth. Silly boy.

You start to slow down your pace, slowly dragging the toy over his head before going back down. You can visibly watch his stomach flip, and he jerks his head up, lips parted as he watches you. Repeating these motions a few times as he watches, you slowly remove the toy from him, his poor cock slipping out with a twitch. Izuku winced, whining as you pulled away.

“Mm, no…” he reached out, but you were quick to pull away.

“Tsk-Tsk,” you suck your teeth, watching him retreat back. “Be patient, Izuku,” you cooed, flicking his bruised cock-head with your finger. He flinched, his muscular thighs tightening at the impact.

“I—I’m trying,” your sweet boy stuttered, “You're just so pretty, mama.”

You stuck out your bottom lip, “I know.” You sigh, lifting a hand to pet his cheek and Izuku melts into your palm, breathing deeply through his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut.

You ran your fingers over his tough chest, pinching one of his nipples with your long nails. He jerks, his eyes busting open as you roll his nipple between your fingers. Discarding the fleshlight towards the end of the bed, you straddle one of his strong thighs, leaning in to lick and tease at his nipples. He mewls under you, panting heavily through his mouth.

With one hand, you snake back between his legs, gently pumping his cock. Izuku tenses, but relaxes as you keep a gentle pace. You tease his head between your skilled fingers, the way you use your thumb to press gently onto his urethra driving him to tears as he shakes under you.

“Please, mommy,” he sobs, sniffling as tears begin to stain his cheeks. “Please let me come, please?” Your submissive begs, gritting his teeth as you fist the head of his swollen cock in your palm. “I’ve been so good, please please please—“ he cries your name like a mantra, writhing under you.

“Go on, cum for mama,” you whisper into his ear, keeping your utterly relentless pace against his cock alive. Izuku grits his teeth, moaning and crying, barely able to choke out two simple words:

“Cummminggggh— mama!” He tenses up, arching his back and throwing his head to the sky as he unraveled, shooting messy strands of his cum up his chest. You slowed down, watching as his cock spilled and spilled until the dribbling came to a stop.

Pausing your pumps, you kissed up his pecs, to his neck, and to his cheeks. Licking up his tears, his body relaxed in your false sense of security—

You were quick to lose your empathy for his strangled cock, as you started to palm-fuck him with the same pace as before. Your sub jerks up with a strangled cry:

“W—Wait! I can’t, not again mama—” He starts, before he’s inevitably snuffed out by you shoving four of your fingers into his mouth. Your sub gags around your fingers as you push them further into the back of his mouth, holding his tongue down as your digits tickle his esophagus. His knuckles turn white as he holds onto the sheets below him, struggling to contain his movements as you overwhelm his nervous system by milking another orgasm out of him. With one last tug of his bruised dick, he cums again, his body seizing as his cock expelled one last long rope of semen up his abdomen. You snatched your fingers out of his mouth, watching him gasp for breath like a fish out of water, coughing and drooling while he comes down from his forced high.

“There you go, atta boy…” you coo, wiping your drenched fingers on your bare thigh. You lean closer to his face as he takes deep breaths, grabbing at his skin as he does. “Are you okay?”

Izuku nods, choking out soft words, “I—I’m such a good boy, right mama?” you chuckle at his words as he drunkenly gazes up at you, using your index finger to gather up some of his semen on your finger, making him lick it off. “You’re my goodest boy, baby.” You lay down beside him, pulling him towards you, resting his head on your arm. You pet his hair, and rub his back, whispering praises in his ear.

“My sweet little boy,” you call to him, placing sweet kisses to his temple as you stroke the cheek opposite of your kisses. “Has mommy worn you out?”

“Mm… no,” Izuku lies, melting into your palm as he starts to drift off in your arms. You chuckle, petting his chest.

“Shhh, darling.”

THANK YOU FOR READING! if you wish to see more of me, ₊⊹

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ohburgee · 2 months ago

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(Climbs out of the window for the third time)

Ok, I actually had an idea for another request. Spouse & Killer!Reader x 007n7 scenario, except you don't remember him due to head trauma before getting forsaken, and then, have a "John Doe moment" when you meet each other and fall in love with 7n7 all over again. (Because in canon, John Doe would fall in love with Jane all over again if he met her again, LOL) (Also, you probably take care of c00lkid outside of rounds despite questioning why this kid calls you his parent)

(Throws myself out of window... For the third time)

-- Window Anon (because it's funny to me to be called that)

Oh my this is so beautiful idea scenario, and first time writing 007n7 :] Well here your requests you been waiting for thank you for your cute angst request. Sorry for sudden gone I was just got busy on my college stuffs :'> Also the italics on first one is from 7n7 and the two rest is from you.

Another round, another fight for survival.

007n7 is exhausted from playing this deadly game, but he has no choice, he must survive and help the other survivors. As he works alongside Builderman to repair a generator, he suddenly feels a chilling sensation, as if someone is watching them. His instincts scream at him.

"Watch out!" 7n7 warns Builderman.

Just as the words leave his mouth, a blade slashes through the air. Thankfully, both of them manage to dodge just in time, dropping low to the ground. 7n7 quickly glances up and sees the attacker, it's you.

You're gripping a blade, your expression twisted with rage, eyes locked onto Builderman. You move in to strike again, but suddenly, You hesitate.

Your gaze lands on 7n7, and something inside you shifts. Memories begin to flicker in your mind, struggling to surface.

"I want you. I want to be with you."

7n7 sees you clutch your head as if in pain, confusion flashing across your face. He doesn't waste the moment. "Run!" he shouts at Builderman, and the two take off in opposite directions.

Shaking off your thoughts, you snap back to the chase, your instincts driving you forward. You pursue them across the map, weaving through obstacles. Builderman disappears into one path while 7n7 takes another, unknowingly separating himself.

7n7 pushes forward as fast as he can, but in his rush, he stumbles over scattered debris. When he looks up, he sees you sprinting toward him.

Thinking fast, he activates his cloning ability. In an instant, two identical versions of himself break off in different directions. You pause, momentarily confused, before chasing after the clone.

7n7 lets out a breath of relief, until the pain hits.

A sharp sting blooms in his shoulder, and he collapses to one knee. He grits his teeth and yanks the blade out, blood seeping through his clothes. Then, heavy footsteps approach.

Jason.

7n7 exhales, closing his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable. But the final strike never comes.

Instead, he hears the sound of metal clashing against metal. His eyes snap open, you're standing in front of him, blocking Jason’s attack.

"I'm going to protect you no matter what. Even if I bleed to death, I'll protect you."

7n7 stares, wide-eyed and bewildered. You keep your stance firm, eyes locked onto Jason, ready to strike if he moves any closer.

"Go!" you yell.

He hesitates but obeys, scrambling to his feet and running. Jason watches him escape, then turns to you. "You're letting a survivor go?" he questions, unimpressed.

You quickly convince him to focus on hunting the others instead. After a tense moment, Jason relents, walking away.

When you turn back, 7n7 is still there, staring at you.

"7n7, my dear, I'll always be here with you."

He stops in his tracks, caught in your gaze.

He knows why you act this way. You always lose your memories due to the curse placed upon you when you were turned into a killer.

And yet, despite that, you never attack him.

From the moment he learned of your fate, 7n7 never once resented you. He never hated you. Because no matter what, you are still his wife, His beloved wife.

The day he lost you shattered his heart into pieces. But every round, you prove something to him. Even though you are a killer, you don't harm him. You just watch, then disappear into the darkness.

And that alone gives 7n7 hope. Hope that somewhere, deep inside, you’re still there.

Hope that you still remember him.

Hope that one day, he’ll have you back.

Bonus Scene

Outside the game, in the resting area, you are slumped over a table, head resting on your arms. Exhaustion weighs on your body from the endless chases.

Something pokes your hand. You ignore it.

Then it happens again. And again.

With a tired sigh, you crack your eyes open, only to find a small red looking child staring up at you.

"Can I sit beside you?" he asks, looking at you like a lost puppy.

You sigh again but nod.

He immediately sits beside you, his eyes never leaving you. Then, without warning, he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly.

You gasp, sitting up in shock. "Wha—?"

You swear, this kid has been following you, clinging to you, talking only to you. He keeps insisting that you have a responsibility to take care of him.

You exhale heavily but, after a moment, place a gentle hand on his back.

His warmth seeps into you, and for the first time in a long while, a small smile tugs at your lips.

A tiny bit of comfort isn’t so bad.

#007n7 x reader #007n7 forsaken #forsaken x reader #forsaken #c00lkidd #c00lk1dd forsaken #gee request

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pitchsidestories · 7 months ago

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for the girls II Kika Nazareth x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1347

a/n: dear readers, this is for the girls..and for the anon who asked if we'd write another Kika fanfic. 💜❤️

“Chicas, you haven’t. told us about your Portugal trip yet!”, Mapi clicked her tongue disapprovingly.

It was the dinner night after a big game at the team’s favourite restaurant. Far away from the buzzy and touristy La Rambla, in one of the less busy neighbourhoods where you football players could eat and yap in peace. In this minute the candles were lit by the waiters and turned everything into a warm glow.

“True, did you two enjoy it? Were you girls surfing? The water must be cold by now.”, Ellie mused with a dreamy look in her blue eyes.

“We did. And it was amazing.”, Kika affirmed.

“Yes, we’ll go there again over the Christmas break. The waves were the best I’ve ever ride on.”, you enthused thrilled.

“You two went surfing?!”, Alexia gasped outraged by your recklessness.

“Yeah?”, the Portuguese forward cleared her throat nervously.

“It was super fun, Ale.”, you replied nonchalantly, slightly annoyed by the older Spaniards mothering, for some time her overprotective side always came through when it came to you.

“Can’t you do something less dangerous?”, Alexia sighed.

“We had everything in control.”, you tried to assure the midfielder.

“Still. In the middle of the season.”, she pouted.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t spend too much time on the water anyway.”, Kika intervened, smiling cheekily, holding your hand in hers.

“Kika.”, you exclaimed blushing deeply.

“That’s too much information.”, Mapi chuckled amused.

“Wait, what?!”, Alexia asked shocked.

“Stop acting like a mum.”, the Portuguese laughed.

“You’re lucky I’m not.”, your captain said through clenched teeth.

In your mind you reminisced about your trip to Portugal which felt like ages ago but was only a week prior. How could you explain to Alexia that every day spent with Kika felt as fresh as a summer’s day no matter the actual weather?

“I was faster than you, Kika!”, you grinned triumphantly, your feet had reached the sea water before your teammates.

“You started early!”, she shook her head heavy breathing.

“Lies.”, you countered smiling innocently.

“It’s true.”, the brunette insisted smirking.

“Whatever.”, you shrugged. What you didn’t plan was to get lost into your friends’ brown eyes. They’re so beautiful you thought to yourself.

“You know that friends don’t look at each other like this?”, Kika observed.

“Looking like what?”, you asked biting your lips anxiously.

“The way you look at me right now.”, the forward replied earnestly.

“I.. sorry.. I think.. I forgot something at the beach.”, you mumbled.

“Y/n..”

“Do you need something as well?”, you turned your head around to look into her eyes.

“No.”, she denied.

You nodded slowly: “Okay.“

“Okay.“, she replied.

There was nothing else to say so you waded out of the water, forcing your heart to stop hammering against your chest.

Kika joined you a bit later, both of you laying on your beach towels and letting the sun dry the water off your skin.

She never mentioned it again and as the day went on, you started to wonder if you had imagined the conversation you had earlier.

You stayed out at the beach to watch the sunset together but once night started to fall, the temperatures dropped and a slight breeze rolled in from the sea. Kika and you found shelter in the van you rented. It was just big enough for the two of you with a twin mattress in the back and a makeshift kitchen where you prepared a quick dinner for the two of you.

Parked a bit away from the actual beach, you had a perfect view at the waves but without heating, the van cooled down as quickly as the outside temperature.

“It’s getting kind of cold… Do you want me to get another blanket?”, you asked Kika who was, like you, sitting on the mattress with a thin blanket wrapped around herself.

“Uhm… sure.“, she nodded.

Wordlessly, you got up and pulled out another blanket.

“Here you go.“

“Come here, we can share this one.“, Kika decided as she unfolded it and gently placed it over both of your legs once you sat back down.

“Thanks. Who thought it would be this cold in our van at night?”, you asked while sucking in a breath.

Kika laughed: “Definitely not me.“

“Me neither. But now we know.“, you joined the laughter, shaking your head about how unprepared you both were.

“We do. Are you still cold?”, Kika asked while her eyes searched your face.

Your grip tightened around the edges of your blanket, a desperate attempt to keep your hands from shivering: “No…“

Kika clearly looked right through your lie. “Move over.“, she demanded.

You did as you were told while the football player moved closer, pulling you into her.

You cheeks started to burn which you chalked up to Kikas body heat.

“Why are you so hot?”, you laughed.

“I’m Portuguese.“, she replied plainly, shrugging.

“Of course.“

“That must be it.“, she grinned.

“Appreciate the heat though.“, you answered, finally laying down. Kika did the same, never letting go of you.

For the shortest moment, you thought you would both fall asleep until you could feel the football player stir close to you. Her chest was so close to yours that you could essentially feel her rapid heartbeat against your ribcage.

“Why are you so nervous? Can’t you sleep?“

“I..no. There’s something else I’d like to do.”, Kika admitted quietly in the dark.

“What’d you like to do?”, you asked her nervously.

“I’d like to kiss you.”, the forward confessed.

“What about the being friends talk from earlier?”, you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what about we stop being friends and start dating.”, she suggested boldly.

“You mean like Marta and Caro, Mapi and Ingrid.”, you began listing the couples in the team with your fingers.

“Yes.”

“I like that. So, you didn’t mind when I glanced at you earlier.”, you realized.

“No, not at all.”, Kika insisted.

“I want to kiss you too.”, you smiled sheepishly at her.

“When what are you waiting for.”, the brunette chuckled.

You didn’t need more than this, you left a featherlight kiss on her lips. “Do you want more?”, you gave her a challenging look.

“Please.”, she responded promptly. Now it was Kika who entangled you in a kiss. The Portuguese tasted like never-ending summer; the warmth spread through your whole body chasing the cold away.

“Wait, so you’re together now?”, Keira’s question brought you back to the present evening.

“Jep, we’re.”, Kika confirmed with a proud grin on her lips.

“If you hurt y/n, Kika…”, Alexia warned her.

“Stop, Ale. You’re neither my mami nor my big sister.”, you interrupted the captain annoyed.

“I promise I’ll not hurt her. I couldn’t be happier.”, your girlfriend declared solemnly.

“Good.”, the blonde nodded satisfied.

“You can calm down now.”, you rolled your eyes at her.

“We should order another round of drinks.”, Mapi suggested enthusiastically.

“Sounds like a good idea.” Kika waited until everyone had a newly filled glass in their hands to toast. “Cheers to the power of love and friendship.”

“To another Barca couple.”, the defender from Zaragoza added smirking.

“You look like a proud aunt.”, Ingrid observed smiling.

“I feel like one.”, Mapi acknowledged, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

The rest of the evening was a joyful time with teammates who become friends and some of them lovers.

“And that’s a wrap.”, your girlfriend confirmed once she took a mirror selfie which had the whole team in it.

Slowly each of the women went down a different road which would lead them home so by the end of your walk it was only Kika and you walking hand in hand through the streets which were lit by the lamplights.

“That was nice.”, you hummed.

“Agreed, come on time to go home, meu amor.”, she replied. At the end of the road, you both knew that your place was waiting for you.

“I’m coming.”, you told her, almost running now, because you couldn’t wait to be in the four walls you called your home now with the woman you loved.

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whore4gwen · 8 months ago

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Can I request a Smut with Alcina and reader where reader was actually sent to eliminate Alcina but then Alcina kinda like catches and hate fucks her? Only consensual ofc but something akin to enemies to lovers?

🐰-anon

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙･ﾟ･｡

A/N: I LOVE this idea omg?? I’m so incredibly sorry for how long it actually took me to write this. With my classes starting up again, I’ve been so overwhelmed and busy.

This may not be exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

Tags: Enemies to lovers dynamic, talks of death & torture, teasing, blood, fear play (?), praise kink, submissive/ dominant dynamics, top Alcina, bottom reader, unwanted yearning, delusions, fingering, degradation if you squint, hand riding, daddy Alcina vibes, ambiguous ending, I think that’s it lmk if I missed any!!

Word count: 2.4K

I apologize for any grammar mistakes, as of current it’s unedited, but I’m so tired so I’ll do it later tomorrow.

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You had one mission. One seemingly normal, manageable mission.

All you needed to do was observe her, and gather as much information as you could about her.

Alcina Dimitrescu.

That name did wonders. It almost excited you as much as it infuriated you. The damn nerve of that woman was what drove you so impossibly close to the edge.

Her heated gaze burnt into the back of your mind. Gold ripples clouds your vision.

You didn’t have time for this. Any of it really. Chris, along with several other BSSA members would be there any day to take them out. Every monstrosity they call ‘family’.

In the four short weeks at Castle Dimitrescu, you unintentionally became Alcina’s head maiden.

How you managed to accomplish that was beyond you. It did make you wonder. You hadn’t exactly done anything in particular to acquire such a position from the mistress of the castle. Your mind buzzed with possibilities. Was she onto you? No. Of course she wasn’t, she couldn’t be, could she?

With shaky hands, you took a deep breath trying to further compose yourself. The portable tray in your hands suddenly feels like a ton of bricks.

The lady was expecting her afternoon tea and isn’t too keen on waiting. Her patience grew weary by the moment.

Slowly you brought your right hand and gently knocked on the brooding wood that distinguishes right from wrong, safe and dangerous.

A muffled “Come in,” filled the unorthodox silence. Leisurely you opened the door, making sure to keep your eyes lowered as you approached the ornate vanity, and set down the tray.

Lady Dimitrescu’s predatory gaze burned holes as she watched you intently. Seemingly lost in her trance, she doesn’t realize when you’re standing right in front of her, tea cup in hand.

“Lady Dimitrescu?” you said questioningly, curious where her mind might be.

“Yes, sorry, dear. Thank you.” She replies quickly, taking the seemingly hand painted tea cup. A faint metallic smell infiltrated the small space between you. It was no secret what the lady of the castle preferred in her afternoon tea. Regardless, a shiver ran down your spine at the mere thought of who that could be.

“Is that all my lady?” You asked as you made your way back to the vanity to retrieve the silver tray.

“Actually, there is something I wanted to discuss with you.” She said slowly. “That is, if you don’t mind.”

As if you even have a choice in the matter. Alcina Dimitrescu, always playing with her food. Utterly ridiculous.

“Something makes me think it’s not really up for debate, is it?” You ask knowingly, growing a bit bold.

“Perhaps. Perhaps not.” She responds teasingly, while smirking. Vague as ever.

Even though she’s a ruthless vile woman, whos committed several dozen atrocities, you have to admit, she’s painfully attractive

Beauty and confidence radiate off her, making her all the more alluring. The air around her is absolutely intoxicating. You know it’s wrong, but you just can’t help yourself.

Tirelessly, you try to derail your mind that convinces you, you need more, that you need her..

Each and every humaneless act she’s committed plays before your eyes, yet the image of a broken woman stuck in her own mortality alway wins.

“Well, I hope I can acquire whatever you desire to know.” You reply plainly.

She eyes you almost cautiously. Observing you shamelessly. Her heated gaze makes you all too aware of the situation you’re in. The danger, the unknown, the claws of a monster.

Red paints your vision. For a moment, you feel you might just lose consciousness. A terrible feeling churning in your gut. This could go one of two ways. Either you talk and she miraculously lets you go or you talk and she uses your blood as wall decorum. One option seeming more likely than the other.

“Oh don’t play coy with me, darling. I have a brain, you know.” She says suddenly breaking the silence. “I must admit though, you do have a good facade. Dare I even say, you almost fooled me.”

Option two then.

Your heart beated rapidly at the confrontation. A dull ringing sounded in your ears. This is as close to death as you ever want to get. If you make it out alive, Chris will never hear the end of this.

You opened your mouth to speak, but just as fast as it opened, it shut. You were genuinely at a loss of words. She’s a clever woman, sure, but how did she know? Or even better, how long has she known? And if awhile, why hasn’t she sent you to the cellar?

Your impending doom hung above your head as your mind scrambled to find any sort of excuse, or anything really to get yourself out of this situation, with all your limbs intact.

“Don’t go all shy now, pet.” Lady Dimitrescu says as she leans closer, filling the gap between the two of you.

Pet? Your brain nearly short circuited at the nickname. “I.. I..” You mumbled lamley, still trying to formulate a coherent sentence. Unfortunately, there really wasn’t anything you could say or do to protect yourself. All you could do now was draw your inevitable death out for as long as you can.

“You know, I considered killing you when I found out. Or maybe sending you to the cellar to be my daughter's newest plaything.” Lady Dimitrescu says lowly. “But..” she drags out slowly, anticipation and fear consuming you as you waited for what she would say next.

“But?..” You repeated slowly, wondering what else she could possibly say.

You subconsciously leaned forward slightly, hanging on each and every word that spilled from her crimson lips. Exactly as she wanted. Eagerness coursed through your body like electricity.

“But, I thought something better. After all, it would be a shame to dispose of such beauty.” She finally responded, once again leaving suspense in the air.

Like a pole nailed to the ground, you were so impossibly still; you even forgot to blink. What exactly did she mean by that, you thought to yourself.

Lady Dimtrescu throws her head back in laughter at the apparent confusion painted along your face.

“Come here, now.” She demanded, no longer laughing as she was momentarily.

Quickly, deciding to keep your head as long as you could, you were standing in front of Lady Dimitrescu in seconds.

“Good.” She praised with a fond smile, and by the Gods, was she a sight to see.

“Now then, I’m going to tell you exactly how this is going to go. Do you understand me?” She asked authoritatively, leaving no room for retort.

While maintaining eye contact, you haphazardly nodded your head in understanding.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You’re going to have to do much better than that. Use your words like the big girl you are.” She responded.

Nervously, you swallowed the lump residing in your throat, “Y-yes, Lady Dimitrescu.” you whispered.

“Good girl.” She praised in return.

Her affirmation made your head fuzzy and core ache with want. There was absolutely no way this was happening right now. Whatever happened to her being the enemy?

Smirking, she grabbed the side of your face and ran her pale, slender finger down the expanse of your jaw, hooking two fingers under your chin and forcing your eyes to meet.

Your skin felt hot. Feverishly so, almost like you were lit on fire. Her burning gaze keeps you trapped in a fevernet daze. There’s no going back now, not even if you really wanted to.

“How about we play a little game?” She asked slyly.

A game? What kind of game? One wear she ruthlessly tears my head off? Or maybe chases me around the castle for sport? I’m not sure I'd like to play any ‘game’ with her, you thought to yourself.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked cautiously, but curiously.

For a moment, she was silent. Her eyes tracing your figure up and down. It was hard to read her, she had an impressive poker face, but as the lady of the castle you didn’t expect anything less. Alcina was a force of nature, which was what made her so incredibly dangerous.

A beat.

The palpable silence was consuming.

Then suddenly Lady Dimitrescu raised her hand and firmly patted her curvy thigh, “Sit.” she said indifferently.

Strangely, you’re more scared of sitting on her thigh than her slicing you into millions of bits and pieces. There was absolutely no way you were about to sit on Alcina Dimitrescu’s thigh.

Wide eyed, you stared at Lady Dimitrescu astounded. You almost couldn’t believe what was happening, no, you couldn’t believe it. Surly, this is some sick and twisted dream your mind conjured to torture you. You weren’t exactly into her, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least morbidly curious about her.

“I don’t like repeating myself, dear.” She said mockingly, your distress clearly fueling her. She wasn’t quite sure yet, but something reeled her in. She was almost certain had you been anyone else you’d be long gone by now. But this was different, you were different.

Slowly but surely you made your way to the large pristine chair, and hoisted yourself onto the expanse of her leg. Embarrassed, you faced away from her and diverted your gaze to the floor.

Expertly, Lady Dimitrescu wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you flush against her front. Heat burns your cheeks at the quick action.

“Much better.” She purred in your ear as she slowly licked the shell.

Heat went straight to your core as you tried to close your thighs. You couldn’t help but squirm at the feeling of her hot breath down your neck.

Her hand drew lazy patterns on your leg as she slowly bought her hand up to where you desperately wanted her.

“Do you want it?’ She asked in a hushed voice as if she didn’t already know the answer.

Yes. Of course you wanted it, even if it was against your better judgment. Figuratively and literally, you undeniably fucked. There was no way in hell you’d be able to tell Chris about this. You’d most likely lose your job and any shred of dignity you have after this.

A groan slipped past your lips, “yes.”

“Yes what? What do you want?” She replied teasingly. She wanted to poke and prod till you burst. She knew exactly what buttons to push to evoke a reaction.

Your brain fogged with indescribable want. The neurons in your brain failing to cooperate and make any logical response.

“You.” you said needily, almost like a whine. Oh how pathetic you looked. She hadn’t even done anything and you were already ever so desperate for her. She loved it, craved it even.

So submissive, so compliant.

“What do you want me to do, darling?” She asked in response. Of course she knew, but how amusing would it be to make you voice it to her?

“Anything, just do anything, please.” You begged while clenching your thighs once again. You were sure your core was absolutely dripping by now.

“Begging are we?” She asked rhetorically. You could practically hear her shit eating smile.

How she loved it when you begged. The sound was addicting to put it plainly. She could definitely get used to hearing it.

Finally, she brought her hand all the way up your thigh to your aching center. Her slender finger rubbing your folds through the fabric of your underwear.

You gasped at the sudden contact as you pushed yourself closer to her.

“Oh my, you’re absolutely drenched.” She teased. “Is this all for me?” She asked breathily in your ear, just as before,

All you could do was nod in response., your mind too taken with the way her fingers felt against you.

Seemingly tired of the foreplay, Lady Dimitrescu pushed the side of your black lacy thong to the side, exposing your glistening core. A chill ran down your spine at the sudden change in temperature.

“Absolutely beautiful, darling.” She praised as she ran her middle finger through your folds. A low moan erupted from your chest at the notion.

“More, I need more..” You begged, feeling yourself grow impatient.

A smirk plastered on her face as Lady Dimitrescu had a borderline evil idea. “As you wish.” She replied as she quickly plunged two fingers into your soaping core.

You threw your head back onto her shoulder at the rough treatment moaning loudly. Her pace was bruising, but the stretch was undeniably delicious. There was something so attractive about Lady Dimitrescu man handling you.

As she continued,your moans were near pornographic. You were sure anyone in the castle knew what the lady was up to. Not that you care all that much, but it’s still a bit embarrassing.

Your hips jerked up into her hand as she used her palm to apply more pressure on your swollen clit. You felt euphoric. There was nothing in the world you could compare to the way Lady Dimitrescu was making you feel. Even if she did kill you when she was finished, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” She asked while prepping kisses down your neck.

You moaned in response, not being able to form a coherent response.

“Good girl.” She uttered whilst kissing your cheek. “You’re doing so good for me, darling.” She encouraged.

“Come undone for me, show me how much of a needy whore you are for me.” She said as she curled her fingers into your sweet spot.

As if her plethora of praise wasn’t enough, she was so precise, so experienced with her fingers.

With one final thrust, you came all over her fingers. Your juices running down her hand, and ruining your underwear.

She finished with a few slow thrusts while you rode out your high. Once your breath evened out, she skillfully removed her fingers from your core.

“You did wonderfully.” She praised once again while placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

This Lady Dimitrescu was foreign. Incomprehensible even. And yet, for some reason, you adored her this way. Soft spoken and light, she almost seemed human, almost.

What’s to come after this is completely beyond you, all you can do is pray it’ll all come full circle.

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A Whole New World

Hi guys, long time no see.

This is a new story from an ask I had ages ago, but it's finally here. I hope you will like it dear anon and sorry for the time I took to write this.

Please enjoy and let me all think what you think about this one ♥

TW : Breakup, depression

Mapi is almost jumping around while waiting for you in Barcelona’s airport. Ingrid is next to her, smiling softly at her girlfriend’s eagerness. But to be honest, the brunette is almost as impatient as your big sister.

It’s the first time you come home after leaving Spain for three years. And you are coming back for good this time, choosing to go to Barcelona instead of going back to Zaragoza, the city where you were born and raised.

Barcelona has a lot of big advantages. There is the sun, your sister and her girlfriend that you like very much, it’s easy to find a job and more important than anything else, you don’t have any risk of bumping into your ex-girlfriend.

Your ex-girlfriend is the reason for your departure from Zaragoza three years ago. You were together for three years when you caught her cheating, casually sleeping with someone else in your bed.

You left without looking back, taking an opportunity given by a French university. You made your degree there and now that you are finished you don’t have any reason to stay in France. Sure, you made friends, but you have to admit that you miss your family and your country. And you decided that your ex doesn’t matter anymore so you don’t have to hide from her anymore.

When she heard that you might come back to Spain, Mapi ran around Barcelona to find a flat which would be perfect for you. She was able to find one, not far away from hers. You weren’t sure that it was a hazard, but you don’t mind. You love your sister deeply and you are proud of her.

When Mapi finally spots you, Ingrid doesn’t have time to catch her before she throws herself in your arms. You have to let go of your suitcases to catch her, but the gesture only makes you laugh.

“Ew, Maria” you whine for the teasing, wiping your cheek after she kissed you several times.

You have since rested her on the ground to greet your sister-in-law. You are a little higher than Mapi, but not as much as Ingrid. Ingrid hugs you warmly and you smile at her. You are happy to be here.

“Okay, vamos! We settled your things during the week, and we took the help of our teammates to assemble your new furniture, I can’t wait for you to see them!”

“Maria, I told you not to do that” you sigh, uneasy at the idea of people you don’t even know working for you.

“Meh, don't worry, they don’t mind. You still can offer them pizza the next time you see them! In fact, we are playing tomorrow, you will come right? It won’t be a very enthusiastic game to be honest, we will play against the second last from last season but – “

“Let her breath, Kjærlighet” Ingrid intervenes, smiling gently at your sister.

“Send me the time and I will come” you nod while Maria takes her breath again.

You roll fondly your eyes when she lets go a happy squeak and makes a little victory dance.

Ona smiles with amusement, looking at Mapi explaining to every single of their teammates that you are back from France after three years and that you are settling in Barcelona. It would be hard to miss the affection she seems to have for you. No one seems to be tired of hearing her talking about you, all of them understanding how much it means for her.

Yesterday Mapi and Ingrid invited you to have lunch with them, before you were finally able to go rest in your flat. And you have to say that Mapi and her teammates did an amazing job. Everything seems perfect and well-constructed. At least nothing broke when you used them.

You came at the time she told you in the stadium, looking around expectantly. You didn’t come here for three years and there are way more people than before. You are happy for your sister though, even if you never came back to Spain, you watched every of her games.

“Y/N?”

You frown, turning around in the direction of the voice. No one is supposed to know you here. But you relax as soon as you recognize Alexia’s mother. Eli Putellas is almost as known as her daughter after all.

“Alexia told me you probably would be here. Were you going to enter the stadium?”

You only nod shyly for an answer, but Eli doesn’t seem to mind. She takes you by your arm and drags you inside, talking your ear off about anything and everything. But once again, you don’t mind. There is a motherly warmth radiating from her and it’s very comforting.

Only several minutes after, you finally find yourself in the stadium, in the family part. Eli presents you Aitana’s parents, the Pina’s family, Cata’s girlfriend and the Batlle. You are soon joined by Alexia’s sister and uncle, and you have a beer in your hand when Mapi comes at the beginning of the stands to talk to you.

“I see that you are settling in well” she laughs, looking at your glass.

“I don’t really know how it happened” you smile, shrugging.

Your sister laughs and squeezes your cheek with affection, making you shush her hand away. Maria wanted to present you to her team now, but she’s soon called by her coach so it will be for later.

Later being after the game, when you wait for her and Ingrid in the VIP room. You chose a coca and not a glass of champagne to wait for your sister, not really used to drinking a lot of alcohol. The beer you had earlier was enough to make you a little tipsy for a good part of the game.

You hear Maria coming inside before you spot her, making you smile. Alexia and a few of her teammates are following her, but it’s curiously not the noisier one that you spot at first. You know who she is because you watched her play with amazement earlier.

Ona is standing a little behind the others, still looking at you with curiosity while Mapi makes the presentations to the others.

Ona didn’t know what she was expecting, but not someone who seems quiet and shy like you. You are the total opposite to your big sister, where Mapi has more labrador energy, you are definitely the black cat. But somehow your energies seem to match perfectly.

“And this is Ona” Mapi says. “If your bed gives up at any point, it’s hers and Jana’s fault”

You blush when your gazes cross and turn your eyes on Jana after that, who is standing next to Ona. Your sister continues talking, completely obvious to the perk of electricity Ona and you both felt at this moment.

Ingrid did notice, though.

Later that night, Maria took you to the bar where the team went to celebrate their first win of the season. Some of their partners came too, but you are the only family addition.

Some of them ask you several questions to get to know you better, but Ona never asks you anything. You keep having some eye contact with her, but one of you always turns their eyes pretty quickly.

“I always assumed that being expansive was a León thing, but it’s seeming not” Patri says at one point.

“How do you want that poor girl being able to say the littlest thing when your sister is Mapi León?” Cata teases back.

You smile at that, but Mapi rolls her eyes in an excessive gesture.

“She’s the sweetest and cutest creature you will ever see. But stay away from her with your excessive gayness, all of you please.”

“Maria” you whisper.

“Talking about excessive gayness” Caroline says absentmindedly “Someone is trying to hit on Ingrid.”

“What?!”

Without five seconds, Mapi turns around, spots Ingrid and runs towards her. Ingrid is actually really talking with someone who seems a little too interested in her, but your sister is soon next to her.

“Someone wants something to drink?” Cata asks, taking your attention back.

You shake your head while others give their answers. With Patri and Pina standing up at the same time to go dancing and Jana going with Cata to help her, it’s only Ona, Caroline and Marta around the table. Caroline and Marta being very occupied with each other, you naturally turn to Ona.

The brunette smiles at you and you smile back, for the first time not turning your eyes somewhere else. You have looked at her all night long from the corner of your eyes, and you have to say that Ona is just beautiful. She doesn’t have to do a lot of things to be breathtaking, to be honest.

“So… I heard you just finished your paper to be a teacher?” Ona says after several moments of silence.

“Yes” you smile softly. “I just found a job too”

“That’s nice. What will you teach?”

“Oh, nothing very interesting” you say, slightly blushing. “I will have the primero de primaria, so it will be pretty basic”

“Basic?” Ona chuckles. “Being in charge of twenty children has nothing to do with being basic.”

You think it’s at this precise moment that you fell in love with her. You’ve heard so many things about your job being easy or fun, even in your family, that it’s a wonderful surprise.

“Don’t you like kids?” you ask curiously, playing with your straw and the end of your drink.

“I do, it’s always fun when we go see them in la Masia. But we have at least ten adults to supervise them and when Alexia is with us, we don’t have a lot to say for them to do what we want. They listen to her easily.”

Ona laughs again and you smile, loving that sound coming out from her. You don’t know why you are relieved to hear that. Maybe because not liking kids is a total red flag for you? It would have been very disappointing for you.

You are sadly not able to continue this conversation because Cata and Jana are back with the drinks, making the others come back. You smile when you see that Mapi has a possessive arm wrapped around Ingrid’s waist. You keep exchanging glances with Ona, smiling at each other every time now.

At the end of the night, you weren’t able to talk to her again or even ask for her number. You were already following her on Instagram, but you can’t help but feel your heart race when you see the notification coming when you are showered and in your bed, a little later.

ona.batlle started following you.

“So… I was wondering…” Mapi says, with the delicacy of an elephant “Have you got someone in mind those days?”

You were watching TV with her and Ingrid, after they invited you to have dinner with them. You weren’t waiting for this question at all to be honest, you made it very clear after your breakup that you didn’t want to be in a relationship at all.

Even if a certain brunette might have changed your mind since then.

“Why?” you frown at your sister.

You haven’t said anything about the long discussions you have with Ona, either by text or phone. Ona told you at your very first Instagram conversation that Mapi seriously threatens all her teammates about not being romantically involved with you. Way more seriously than what she did in the bar that night.

Nothing really happened with Ona, you were just talking for now. You went to grab a coffee with her several times in the morning, but you aren’t even sure that it counts for a date.

But Mapi only shrugs, looking at the TV again. Bagheera has been dead asleep on your legs since the beginning of the movie making it difficult for you to grab your phone. Which is frustrating because you know that Ona must have finished her things now and that she probably texted you already.

But you love Bagheera, and you don’t want to hurt Mapi’s precious cat.

“In any case she will have to pass the Sister check. If she doesn’t, you aren’t authorized to see her again.”

You roll your eyes, wondering silently if Ona would pass the Sister check. Ona is sweet and kind, but she’s Mapi’s friend. You wiggle on the couch, a little uneasy. You are pretty sure that Mapi will react badly if something really happens between Ona and you.

“Leave her alone” Ingrid smiles.

You sometimes have the impression that the brunette reads easier in you than your sister. You perfectly see her soft smirk while she looks at you from the corner of her eyes, but you keep looking straight in front of you.

Bagheera follows her when she gets up to go to the kitchen, probably hoping to have a treat. You take advantage of it to grab your phone, smiling softly when you see that Ona wrote to you.

From Ona 🤍 When are you leaving Mapi’s house?

From You I don’t know. Maybe at the end of the movie, why?

From Ona 🤍 Would you come at my house for a last drink? ☺️

From You With pleasure. ☺️ But haven’t you a game tomorrow?

From Ona 🤍 Si 🤷‍♀️ But I’m not starting it

You smile and finally accept, after asking one more time if she’s sure that it’s a good idea. You know that she has to get to sleep early to be rested enough for the game, it’s better for concentration and to avoid any injury. And the last thing you want is an injury for Ona.

At the end of the movie, under the pretext to let them rest, you say goodbye to Ingrid and Mapi, thanking them for the dinner. Your sister hugs you tightly, asking you one more time if you will be here tomorrow. You answer yes, of course, without saying that you are coming to see Ona too.

You are at Ona’s flat twenty minutes later, softly knocking on her door. You smile when you hear Coco barking on the other side, before Ona comes to open the door.

“Hi” you smile when she opens the door wider to let you enter.

“Hi”

After some awkward seconds, you go to hug her. You smile when she hugs you back, passing her arms around your waist. Ona is smaller than you, but you like it.

“I took you something”

You show her the chocolate box you took on your way, not wanting to come here without anything to give her. Ona smiles and takes the box, looking at it with real happiness.

“Chocolate. Thanks, really”

You smile at her again and follow her to the living room. The things you would do for that smile. Coco is already here, looking at you from his pillow with his tail waving happily.

“Hi boy” you great him

While Ona is taking something for you to drink, you go to salute Coco correctly, scratching him behind his ear.

You like being here. Ona’s flat is warm, cosy and friendly. Coco is a great company too. You like the neighbourhood and of course you like passing time with Ona. She’s great company too, you must admit. You would probably still come to her home if she was living in a creepy part of the city.

Seated on the couch, you listen to Ona talking about her day with attention. You try to memorize everything she’s saying to you, her favourite food or whatever can help you to know more about her. You answer her questions too, not really understanding what can interest her in your everyday life when she’s a professional football player, but her questions and her interest seem genuine.

“It’s getting late” you say when you see her hiding a yawn behind her hand. “I should go”

Ona frowns, looking by the window. From now on, the night was here for a very long time. You can see that she’s conflicted about something, like if she was measuring the pros and cons about what she was going to say.

“Like you said it’s late” Ona finally begins slowly. “I’d be worried to know you out at such an hour. Maybe you can sleep here? I’ll leave you my bed and I can share some clothes for you to sleep in, I have some extra-large shirts. They will fit you perfectly.”

“I accept the invitation, but there is no way that I push you out of your bed. You have a game tomorrow. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Ona tries to make you change your mind, but without any success. After finally admitting that, she takes you to the bathroom to give you a toothbrush and everything you will need to be prepared to go to bed. During this time, she prepares the couch for you to sleep on.

When you come back into the living room with Ona’s shirt, the couch is settled and looks comfier than ever.

“Do you need something else?” Ona asks softly.

“No thank you”

You give her a smile and scratch your neck nervously, not really knowing what to say. Thankfully, Ona finally makes Coco go to her bedroom so you can sleep peacefully, before kissing your cheek goodnight.

“Sleep tight” she says

“You too” you mumble.

You don’t know if she sees your red cheeks, but if she does, she doesn’t say anything about it. Your cheek is still tickling when you lie under the covers. Everything smells like Ona, and you like it very much.

But after more than an hour of turning on the couch without sleeping, you end up sitting on it. Your thoughts are spinning in your head without stopping, and most of them are turned towards Ona.

The feelings you have for her are really getting hard to ignore or to fight against. But you are scared to be hurt one more time, even if Ona seems to be the sweetest girl ever. She’s cute, funny, clever, very beautiful and really kind too. She’s perfect.

Sighing softly, you quietly went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, hoping that the cold beverage will help you to calm down. You don’t want to wake Ona either, like you said several times today, she has a game tomorrow.

But just when you are going to go back to the living room, you almost have a heart attack. But the silhouette is only Ona, who seems to think that your reaction is pretty funny.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you ask.

“No, don’t worry” she smiles softly. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?” you ask, tilting your head.

Ona shrugs, biting her bottom lip but without stopping looking at you. Her gaze is really mesmerizing, sometimes you get shy under her gaze, but you can’t look away. Your eyes are drawn by her own, like two magnets.

“I just have a lot on my mind lately” Ona finally answers.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You like Ona, so of course, you don’t want her to be hurt or sad. If you can help with anything, you will do it no matter what it is. You briefly wonder if this is related to her job or the team, or her family? But you don’t have time to wonder very much about it, because after only a beam of silence, Ona talks again.

“I can show you if you want”

“Of course”

You look at her curiously and it’s only now that you realise how close you both have been. You see some hesitation in Ona’s eyes for a few seconds, before she takes a little step to be even closer to you than before. You can feel the fabric of her pj’s against you, before feeling her lips settle with infinite delicacy on yours.

The kiss doesn’t last long and soon after Ona’s eyes are looking for yours, in a mix of awe, hesitation and maybe a little of fear?

“That is what I have in mind lately” she whispers, her eyes still deep in yours. “I like you, a lot. But I know you have been hurt before and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, so there is no pressure. I just can’t hide it to you anymore. I really like you, Y/N.”

You look at her when she cups your chin while talking, needing several seconds to restart your brain. Ona is patient though, looking at you softly while waiting for your answer.

“I really like you too” you blush. “But like you said, I’ll probably need time and taking things slowly”

“It’s okay” Ona smiles, her thumb still stroking your chin. “We will take it slow, and you’ll be the one setting the pace. I just need you to talk to me if you don’t feel comfortable about anything, is that okay?”

“More than okay” you smile.

You feel warm inside and not only because Ona just kissed you. She’s probably the most understanding person in the world. You talked about the end of your relationship with her, and she explained to you how her former relationships ended too. You feel safe with her to be honest. But you don’t want to rush things and be hurt at the end again.

“Can I kiss you again?” Ona asks, almost shyly.

“You don’t have to ask to do that” you smirk.

She grins back and leans again, kissing you a little more confidently this time. Her hand on your neck, your hands go almost instinctively around her waist.

“You still need some sleep” you point out after several times.

Ona finally listens to you and goes to sleep. The only difference is that she takes you with her in bed, finally letting Coco have the couch for tonight.

Ona kept her promise and let you drive the beginning of your relationship. She still asked you out for several dates and you really had a great time. You chose places where you knew that you wouldn’t have any risks to cross her teammates’ pace or worse, your sister.

Because Mapi still doesn’t know about your relationship with Ona. Ona and you know how protective Mapi is. She doesn’t want you to get hurt again and probably doesn’t want you to leave Spain again. She invites you a lot to come to her house, scared that you are feeling lonely in Barcelona.

You made some friends at work, but it’s true that you find it hard to make some friends in a city as big as Barcelona. But you are happy like this, you don’t need a lot of friends to be good. You have your sister and Ingrid, some friends and of course Ona. You try to manage moments with her and others with your sister. You don’t want her to be suspicious about anything so you can’t refuse her proposition to hang out every time. Especially because she gets curious when you say that you already have plans.

“So, who is the girl you are dating?” Ingrid casually asks while you are chopping some onions for the diner.

You are currently in her kitchen, while Mapi is yapping in the living room with Alexia and Olga. And one of Olga’s friends that you are pretty sure Maria is trying to set you with.

You almost cut your fingers at that question, abruptly turning your face towards Ingrid. She’s smiling, seeming amused by your reaction.

“What are you talking about?” you babble, looking at her with teary eyes because of those damn onions.

“Please. I know that look, you have the same as Maria’s when she made a misbehaved”

You bite your lip, nervously going back to your onions. Ingrid is a nice girl, and you have total confidence in her. But you don’t want to talk to her to finally ask her not to talk about it to Mapi. You don’t want to create secrets between the two. You don’t want to be a burden and cause a fight between them if Maria learns that Ingrid knew.

“I don’t want to be intrusive. But you seem happy lately. You have a spark in your eyes and a smile that I’ve never seen before”

At that, you raise your eyes on Ingrid again. Your relationship with your ex ends almost at the same time as Mapi and Ingrid started dating. She probably never saw you really happy until today. That information makes you smile softly, your thoughts going straight to Ona. She does make you happy.

“I am” you say, carefully chopping the onions again before stroking your eyes. Bad idea. “I couldn’t have asked for someone better. She’s so understanding and sweet, you know?”

Ingrid nods, still smiling and gives you a tissue you accept gladly. You don’t add how beautiful and sexy you find Ona though; it probably would be inappropriate.

“I’m glad for you. Will we meet her soon?”

“I don’t know” you sigh, dropping the tissue in the trash. “I don’t want Mapi to freak out and ruin everything”

“Your sister’s a lot, but she just wants you to be happy”

“I know” you sigh.

You hear someone walking to you and by the sound of it you realise that it can only be Mapi.

“How are my two-favourite people?” she asks happily before looking at you in horror. “Why are you crying? What’s happening?”

“I’m just cutting onions, Maria” you roll your eyes.

“Oh.”

She then switches to something else, talking about some random cheese she once ate in Italy, and while she’s talking your ears off you exchange a look with Ingrid. Mapi is a lot, but you wouldn’t want another sister. You don’t know how you are supposed to talk to her about you and Ona, though.

Later that evening, you are at Ona’s place, half lying on her while watching Netflix. You are almost purring with satisfaction, Ona’s nails scratching your head while you are snuggling against her under a big fluffy plaid. Her skin is warm and soft against yours.

“We have a weekend free next week because we are playing on Friday night” Ona says at one point.

You whine when she stops her fingers, making her chuckle. At the beginning of your relationship, she couldn’t have guessed how cuddly you can be. She secretly loves it, though.

“Maybe we can go somewhere?” Ona asks.

“Where do you want to go?” you ask curiously, tilting your head to look at her.

“I don’t care, as long as I am with you”

“You’re so cheesy” you grin

Ona uses her hand which isn’t in your hair to pinch your ribs, making you yelp. Ona may have discovered your needy side since you started dating, but you discovered a teasy and almost cocky side in her. You like it, to be honest. She makes you laugh a lot.

“You like it though” Ona points

“I do”

Why would you even try to lie to her? You feel safe and comfy. And happy. You are half in awe, looking at her, while she talks about the different possibilities you have for this weekend. To be honest, you don’t care where you are either, as long as you are with her.

You finally chose to go to Sitges, a city near Barcelona. Ona manages to convince you to choose the room with a jacuzzi on the balcony and once you are in the hotel you must admit that you are glad about that choice.

The room is great, the view amazing and you have a wonderful time there. Mapi and Ingrid weren’t in Barcelona during this time too, so you don’t even need to find an excuse for your absence. And Alexia being Bagheera’s nanny, everything went perfectly great.

You are a little sad to be back in Barcelona two days later, you have to admit. Ona and you are in your honeymoon phase and if you could pass all your days stick to her, you would.

You are only separated during the day when you are working, to be honest. At night and in the morning, you are at one of your places, usually Ona’s because she has Coco to take care of. You sometimes go to walk him alone when Ona’s training sessions are late, and you have a good bond with the dog too.

Bagheera doesn’t seem to like your new smell though, she looks at you with disdain when you come to Mapi’s after one of those walks. Thank God, your sister doesn’t have the same sense of smell.

Three weeks after that, you and Ona had your first kiss three months before. Like from time to time, Mapi proposed to you to come to one of their team bonding. It is at a quiet bar this time, far away from the last one where you needed to shout to be heard.

You are sandwiched between your sister and Kika, both of them yapping happily about everything and anything. Ona is seated in front of you, on the other side of the table. It’s easy like this to exchange some glances, usually with a soft smile.

“So, did Mapi try to set you up with someone else those last days?” Cata asks casually at some point.

You tense a little bit at the question. Not because Ona doesn’t know it, you always tell her everything and you usually have a good laugh about your sister’s propositions. You don’t know why she seems so sure that you like blondes more than brunettes. But you didn’t know that Mapi talked about it to her teammates.

“Uh. She invited one of Olga’s friends last time” you admit.

You see Alexia retains a smile and Mapi seems a little uneasy. Apparently, she seems to understand that this kind of thing can make you a little weird.

“You’re not going to have any more friends to ask for single friends to introduce to your sister” Cata points.

“Maybe she won’t need it anymore” Ingrid says casually.

You cross Ona’s gaze again. You told her about Ingrid’s suspicion and the fact that you didn’t tell her she was wrong. But you know too that she didn’t say anything to Mapi, but now you wonder if she guess that your girlfriend is Ona too.

“What?!” Mapi asks, turning herself in your direction.

“I’ve met someone” you say after taking a deep breath.

There is a silence during which Mapi looks at you as if you had expressed the wish to become a nun. Everyone else is silent and Mapi looks at you with wide eyes. You don’t remember the last time when your big sister went silent for so long.

“When?” she finally whispers.

“It has been three months, a little bit more since we are together” you admit, almost shyly.

She seems under the shock of this news for a little bit more time before talking again.

“But… Why didn’t you tell me?”

You bite your bottom lip softly, trying to understand your sister’s feelings. She doesn’t seem mad for now; you hope she won’t be at some point.

“No one knows” you answer, looking quickly at Ingrid who is smiling softly. “We just wanted to keep things between us to make things at our rhythm, you know?”

“Okay, but how am I supposed to know if she’s good enough for you?”

Mapi is frowning now, and you can’t help but smile. She always protected you since you were little, you really couldn’t have asked for a better big sister. She shows you since the beginning that being you is enough.

“You don’t have to” you smile, still a little bit uneasy at the idea of talking about it in front of everyone, including your very girlfriend.

“How is she?”

You roll your eyes after hearing your sister’s tone. She seems severe and concentrated, her brow more furrowed than ever.

“She’s cute, she’s very respectful, she’s kind, sweet, funny, romantic… She’s special” you add, your cheeks becoming redder.

“Maybe we can let the León talk alone” Alexia finally intervenes.

There is a mumble of approval before they all leave. You catch Ona’s eyes when she stands up, smiling at her softly. You understand easily that she doesn’t know if you want her here or not, but for now it’s maybe better if you stay alone with your sister.

You take a deep breath before turning towards Mapi again.

“Are you mad?” you ask.

“I don’t think so” she answers slowly, like if she was thinking about it while talking. “I just wanted to protect you. I don’t want you to suffer like you did three years ago and more selfishly I don’t want you to run away again. I missed you too much.”

You take advantage of your position to nudge her shoulder with yours. You understand her, of course. If the things were reversed, you would probably do the same things.

“I understand. But I promise that you don’t need to be worried like this. She’s very nice and… You will have a good time together if she comes to a family celebration” you smirk.

“Why? Do I know her?”

You bite your lip again and your eyes go without you really wanting it in Ona’s direction. She’s standing a few meters away from you, looking from time to time in your direction too.

“Kinda” you mumble.

You turn your eyes again on Mapi, just to see your sister observing at her turn where you were looking for several seconds before. You can almost see the wheels turning in her brain while she’s looking at her friends.

Cata, Olga and Alexia, Patri, Ingrid, Ona, Jana…

“Wait… Ona?”

“I… Yes”

You never have been a good liar anyway, why would you try today? Plus, you are sure about your relationship with Ona, even if three months seems a short time for some people.

“Ona Batlle Pascual, come here, now!”

You jump when your sister raises her voice, smacking her on her shoulder.

“Quiet Maria Pilar, gosh” you scold her.

During this time, Ona came to the table again, Ingrid following her even if she chooses to stand unlike Ona who sits in front of Mapi and you. Ona and you share a look, only for several seconds. You are nervous, but Ona seems strangely relaxed.

“I thought I told all of you to stay away from my sister” Mapi says, arching an eyebrow, her arms crossed on her chest.

You roll your eyes but don’t say anything. Ona shrugs before answering.

“I know. I just can’t help it, Mapi. Your sister said that I’m special, but I think she’s the special one. What we have is special”

You bite your lip, your eyes now turned towards Mapi. Your sister hasn’t taken her eyes away from Ona for a single second. The good thing is that she knows Ona. She knows how respectful she is, she knows how close to her family she is and that she won’t hurt anyone or anything.

“I swear to God, if you ever hurt her…”

“It won’t happen” Ona says calmly.

It seems enough for Mapi who nods at this. You can feel her body relax next to you and Ingrid sent a wink to you before stepping in.

“Okay, can I have my girlfriend for a dance now?” the Norwegian asks, taking Mapi by the hand.

Several seconds after and they were gone, somewhere on the dancefloor. You turn your eyes once again towards Ona, who was already smiling at you.

“Care to get out of here? We can deal with all the questions of everyone later”

“Sounds perfect to me” you smile back at her.

Just like Ingrid several seconds ago, Ona stands up to take your hand. The only difference is that she drags you out, not to go dancing. But you like it better like this. You take an Uber to go home, and you are looking at the sky by the windows when you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket.

From Maria ♥ You better be home before midnight or I’ll tell mom and dad

From You Fuck off, Maria Pilar.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso fanfics #ona batlle #ona batlle imagine #woso one shot #ona battle #ona batlle x reader

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notyourhetloki · 9 months ago

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Can I request Wade and Logan/reader breeding kink? 👉👈 both of them too excited about it and competitive? (Can you make reader gender neutral (he/him or they/them or trans ftm (he/him), you can use any terms for genitals and stuff it's ok)

into it (Logan x Reader x Wade)

Reader: he/him (ftm)

/NSFW Logan x Reader x Wade/

A/N: Fuuck I had so much fun writing this, anon! It's a bit short but it's pure porn so I hope you still end up satisfied lol (also sorry about the random gif, I couldn't find a more suiting one lmao). Anyway, hope you like it! xoxo

Tags: ftm reader (reader has a vagina), breeding kink, creampie, they both fuck you, Wade being a fucking joke, Logan is not having it, piv sex (unprotected), porn without plot.

Word Count: 908

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As soon as you walked through the front door, they were all up in your personal space. Wade and Logan promptly started to take your clothes off, not exactly caring about being gentle.

"Boys! Calm down, there's plenty of me for the both of you!" You tried appeasing, but to no avail.

"And yet is nearly not enough." Groaned Logan, ripping your underwear off with his bare hands. You gasped as his fingers immediately found your sex, rubbing your clit while Wade kissed your neck.

"Sorry about that, doll. We'll buy you another one." Wade whispered into your ear, taking you by the hand and convincing Logan to continue things in the bedroom.

You were basically thrown onto the bed, naked and vulnerable and super turned on. You could already see their hard bulges before they started to take their own clothes off.

"On all fours for us." Ordered Logan, and you gladly obliged. "Attaboy..."

After all their clothes were out, Logan started positioning himself behind you until you heard Wade complain.

"Wait a minute, mutton chops! Why do you think you get to go first?" Wade pointed out.

"Because I can and I will." Logan retorted impatiently, giving your ass a light squeeze.

"Nuh-uh! That ain't fair! I propose a rock-paper-scissors to sort things out, nothing fairer than that." Said Wade holding a closed fist out.

"Fucking hell, fine!" Logan agreed and quickly started the game. They finished the round and Logan played scissors, while Wade played paper.

"Best out of three?" Begged Wade, but the other man didn't care for it.

"Fuck off." Logan pushed Wade aside and started positioning himself again, putting the tip of his cock at your entrance.

You were really wet, so it didn't hurt when he slammed into you. You were full, stuffed to the brim, and you thought it couldn't get any better than that... until Logan began thrusting into you, hitting a sweet spot inside that made you cry out in pleasure.

"Let us hear those sweet sounds you make, boy." Logan said while fucking you. He breathed loudly, grunting and grabbing you at the hips with enough force to bruise. The sounds you made together were obscene, and that turned Wade on even more.

"Gosh... fuck him silly, Wolvie." Wade was jacking himself off, looking closely at Logan's dick in and out of you. "Cum inside him..."

Logan groaned again, more urgent than before. A sudden thought took over him, and he needed to let it out. "I'm gonna breed you, (y/n). I'm gonna fill you up so good... fuck, fill you up with my seed."

"Goddamn!" Said a surprised Wade, not expecting the other man to be so earnest. "That's so fucking dirty... I love it."

"Ah, yes! Please..." You moaned, feeling energy and heat through your whole body. You were being used by him, your body only an object... it turned you on so damn much.

Logan's thrusts began to get even more rough, he was fucking you hard and the sounds he made were animalistic. Soon he turned erratic, his hips faltering in the rhythm he had set. You knew he was close.

He came with a loud grunt, holding you for dear life. Breathing deeply through his gritted teeth, Logan recovered and slowly took his member out of you. A bit of cum dripped from your entrance, and Wade observed everything with a delighted expression.

"I bet I can cum even more in his pussy..." He whispered mostly to himself, but you both heard him.

"You wanna bet, bub?" Said Logan with a satisfied smile on his face. What doesn't a good fuck does to one man's humor?

"Hell yeah, peanut." Wade soon replaced the other man's position and unlike Logan, asked for your approval. "You alright, gorgeous?"

"Y-Yeah... please, give it to me." You moaned as you felt his cock entering you, stuffing you up again.

Wade was a bit gentler with his hands, grabbing you thoughtfully at the places you weren't bruised. But his rhythm... he was still a beast.

"Fuuuck, you feel so good, pretty boy." He moaned, not stopping for a second.

"Hmm, Wade... Logan... ah!" You couldn't stop making noises and calling out for them, dumb with the feeling of being full.

"Good job, sugar... you're being so good for us." Said Logan while standing beside you, watching as Wade pounded into you with great enthusiasm.

"Shit, I'm close... I'll cum inside your pretty cunt, (y/n)." Wade gripped you even harder and finally slammed his hips into you, his climax followed by a deep moan.

He took a few breaths and slowly came back to earth, removing himself from you with a pop. Even more cum oozed from inside you, a beautiful and sexy sight for the both of them.

"As my partner here mentioned earlier... consider yourself 'bred'." Wade taunted, giving a final slap on your ass and retreating himself to put an arm over Logan's shoulder. "Sooo... about that bet, what is my prize?"

You laughed as you laid on your back to watch them both, exhausted but completely satisfied.

Logan suddenly grabbed Wade by his balls, looking him in the eyes. "You get to keep all of your blood inside your body today, sounds good?"

Wade responded in a higher octave, nodding his head and still holding Logan's shoulders. "Ouchie! So rough!" Logan let him go, but Wade only got closer. "You're lucky I'm into it."

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hello-gloomy · 3 months ago

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I know you are currently writing a fanfic of Stanley Snyder and will do Xeno next so I won't rush you or anything you could just put this aside and come back to it later.

Stanley Snyder x reader

Where reader is senku's bio older sister of a few years and has some mental issues due to seeing their parents die in front of them soon after senku was born and she didn't have much of an emotional relationship with senku but deep down she really loves him very much. Reader leaves Japan when senku is in middle school to pursue her ballet career in America where she was petrified. She woke up because she was somehow conscious during the 3400 years. She was found and taken to xeno and she tries to prove herself useful to them so not to get killed and somewhere along the way she has taken Stanley's interest. And the rest is up to you 😅. But also add the reunion of the two siblings where reader cries that senku isn't a stone and senku realizing he missed his sister(angst/comfort)

Add smut if you want that's all up to you🫰

-thanksssss🫶🫶

AHGSSGSHHSHSHS, how elegant, my dear anon!

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Never Again

Stanley Snyder x Fem!Reader

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Description: Finding Senku was the one thing that kept you awake while being trapped in stone. When finally awoken, you expect to see your younger sibling, but to your surprise, you find a much rougher situation entirely.

Warnings: Violence, loss of family, PTSD, anxiety, inadequate descriptions of ballet, smut, Dubocon, spanking, threats of violence against the reader, slight BDSM mild Dom/Sub dynamics, power imbalance, kinda toxic relationship ngl. Probably OOC. SPOILERS FOR THE MANGA AND SEASON 4!!

A/N: I'm so proud to be writing my first ask truly; I just wanna thank everyone for bringing me here today(lmao), but in all seriousness, I hope u enjoy! (later note: sorry this took so long; I was debating on the spicy stuff and the ending)

Words: 2,662

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After the accident with your parents, you hated ships; even looking at one made you sick, and the fact that they got on for someone else's sake and not even for yours or your brothers hurt you even more. So, when Byakuya came along, he was happy to take you and Senku in. It made you wary of his kindness, how he could leave for something else, thinking about you and Senku last, leaving you alone in the world again.

He signed you up for dancing lessons while encouraging Senku with his interest in science. 'To help with the anxiety,' he said with a smile; it made you scowl. But after the first few, it became like walking to you, like breathing a field of flowers, every step calming you, the music flowing into a dance with you.

You won a scholarship to America with your dances when your brother and adoptive father found out; the latter excitedly encouraged you to go on the trip; you told him to drop the matter entirely as you weren't leaving Senku by himself. (Or Byakuya, but you would say that to him.)

"Don't wait up for me, " he told you one morning, with a passionate glaze over his eyes. He gave you a tight side hug before walking off.

When you woke up, the stone encasing you crumbling off, you inhaled profoundly and quickly looked around yourself. A blanket was put around you, and some clothes and shoes were dropped before you. You look up to see two men in front of you, one with blonde hair and the other with white. The blonde was currently smoking.

"Looks like a few thousand years past." You told them tersely, shuffling the blanket and putting on the clothes while still keeping yourself covered. The one smoking let out a quiet snerk while the platinum let his lips twitch at your comment.

"You catch on fast; that will be useful in our current situation." He let his metal claws click together behind his back. You dropped the blanket after putting on your clothes, moving to put on your shoes next. You held eye contact with them, showing them you were still listening. He gave you a rundown on the current state of society and the earth, thinking logically. It seemed like you didn't have much of a choice but to help them or risk being killed or worse.

"Any special skills to speak of?" Stanley, the blonde, asks, butting in on the doctor's speech. You rise to the tip of one foot before lifting your foot close to your head, then drop it down to do a few pirouettes, ending the last spin with your left foot pointed outwards and with a bow. Stanley gives a low whistle, and the doctor claps gently at your display.

"I do ballet, know basic hand-to-hand combat and martial arts." You list off, hoping that will buy you a bit of gain for at least manual labor or some sick entertainment for the two of them.

"She can go to your team, Stan." Dr. Xeno says with a wave of his clawed hand while walking away, leaving the two of you alone. He stomps out the last of his cigarette before motioning you to follow him; you follow behind him with a foot of distance between the two of you as you walk, getting a better look at him and his apparel while you have the opportunity: a tight black catsuit, spiked boots, a gun holster. It's nice to know America still loves their gun rights.

"You can come closer, " he says, eyeing you over his shoulder. You try not to flinch at his sudden jibe, walking up side to side with him now, avoiding his gaze.

"I won't bite. Not unless you want me to, that is." He tells you with a smirk, you give him a look, and he chuckles at that. Stanley shows you around the entirety of the operations they have set up, introducing you to everyone and showing you where things are and how to find him or Dr. Xeno. He shows you where you sleep and lets you settle in. The next few weeks, you spend training with Stanley and people trying to befriend you, learning how to use a firearm properly, flying a plane, and going out on scouting missions. And before you know it, a year and a half passes by, and you are attached at the hip to Stanley.

"Could you dance for me?" he asks you one night while the two clean firearms together, relaxing uniquely for two of you. You scrunch up your face while looking at him, and he raises one of his eyebrows.

"It's too cramped, " you say bluntly. He puts down the weapon he was cleaning, grabs yours, and puts it back, holding your hand and taking you outside. Walking with each other, he leads the two of you to a clearing you recognize, which gives you another dirty look; he gives a little shrug and let's go to move and sit down on a rock, letting the grassy night be your stage. You walk out to the open area, trying to think of another excuse to give.

"There's no music."

"Want me to sing for you?" He teases. You roll your eyes before thinking of a simple song and dance you remember to show him. Twisting and jumping, spinning and bowing your legs, as you hum to yourself a part of Swan Lake. Opening your eyes as you come to an end, you see a sparkle in Stan's eyes as he watches you, and finally, you come to an end, and you give him a curtsy while smiling at his interest. He claps as he walks over to you, and you reward him with a slightly bigger grin. He stops before you, and it feels like the air stills between you; he raises his hand to your face before you get interrupted.

"Stanley, I need you and Y/N to go scouting." Stanley sighs as he moves to respond to Xeno's demands. You walk ahead of him and head back to weapon storage to gear up.

The small group of what looked like teenagers stopped to investigate the ground, picking corn kernels. They had what looked like an armored car and a motorboat with them; it looked like something Senku would have built if he had been here.

"Want the first hunt?" Stanley's voice crackles in your ear; given the go-ahead, you attack first. You hit the tallest teen first, swiping him off his feet; the boy in yellow starts firing his arrows while the girl with greenhorns swipes at you; you sweep your leg across and launch her into a tree nearby, making her cry out, the girl in blue lunges at you and the previous tall teen gets up to attack you. Seeing you surrounded, he fires off the machine gun at the group, knowing that you dodge just fine.

"Everyone back to the boat." The voice that yelled that out made you freeze and look up to see where it was. Hoping it was just your head, the white and green hair you saw made your heart seize in your chest. You felt dizzy and wobbled a bit while trying to catch your balance. In your frozen state, a bullet whizzed by and got a little of your arm; you let out a hiss before jumping back into the trees for cover. The group took off, and you and Stanley regrouped.

"You alright?" He asked while he fired up the plane. You gave him a nod, and he spared a glance at you.

"Stay here just in case." You wanted to argue with him, but his hard stare made you drop it; you gave a sad 'Yes, sir' before he took off after them. You fix your arm before hopping along the trees, following his flight path. You lose sight of him momentarily, and in that short moment, you see his plane heading downwards into the forest, hearing a deafening crash and a scatter of birds and smoke. By the time you make it to the crash site, the teen has already beat you to it. You go up a bit higher in the trees and hear a laugh that catches your throat. It was him, Senku, and of course, he was laughing over his victory, and you let out a soft chuckle at his excitement. It makes your heart ache and scream. Seeing him surrounded by so many friends and still finding happiness is such a tense situation.

"Fall back for now." His voice fills your ears, reminding you of whose side you're on. You meet up with him later and see he acquired one of your brother's friends. The boy, Gen, as you've come to find out, makes a face at you before returning to neutrality. They finish questioning and showing him around, and you finally take the chance to ask him about your sibling.

"How is he?" These are the first words out of your mouth to him when you are alone.

"How old is he now?" He tells you to slow down and answer all your questions when he tells you that Senku is now twenty and doing well and about all his progress in Japan. You let out a long-winded sigh before hugging the magician, squeezing him tightly. He squeaks in surprise before returning it.

"Thank you. Thank you for taking care of my baby brother." You finish your conversation with Gen before leading him back to everyone else and sneaking off when you are sure no one will follow you. You leap through the trees and make your way to where Senku and his ship are; not wanting to cause panic amongst the others in his group, you find the right moment to pull him off to the side where he'll be alone for you to talk to him. He panics before he sees your face and freezes at the sight of you; his eyes are widened and sparkle at your face. You cup the side of his face and look over him; he does look older, more mature, like a true leader. You give him a small smile before flicking him in the head.

"For someone so smart, I think you would plan better for when you're attacked." He chuckles and hits you lightly in the arm before tightly embracing you.

"I missed hearing you." He mumbles into your suit; you hold him tightly, silently communicating that you feel the same. You cut the hug short and inform him that his friend is okay and what Dr. Xeno's plan for him is. You feel slightly bad for betraying them, but you would always put your brother first. You give a bit further of a run down on things inside the American colony before telling him you must leave before they start looking for you.

"Where are you? Xe wants us to go scouting." Your heart jumps to your throat; you tell Senku one last goodbye before leaving the ship and heading out into the woods.

"I'm just stalking where the kids are to get a count of them." You lie, hoping that he won't read too deep into it. He lets out a hum in response before the line goes dead. You leap among the trees again before something heavy crashes into your back, giving you a harsh descent into the forest floor; you let out a cry from the pain before getting abruptly cut off by the gloved hand around your throat. It's Stanley, and he looks pissed; he squeezes your throat, and you claw at his hands in response.

"Fraternizing with the enemy, are we?" He grits out with a quiet rage; he releases your throat before moving to trap your upper body under his legs; you cough at the sudden rush of air to your lungs and flail your legs a bit.

"No matter. I'll gladly remind you of which side you're on." He informs you darkly; you stutter out apologies while he hushes you. He rubs one hand along your chest while the other holds your face. You close your eyes while still kicking your legs, turning your face away; he strikes you across the cheek, and that makes your eyes snap open. He forcefully unzips your suit and moves your hand along your bra before he rips the fabric off and slaps your chest. You cry, getting a sick sense of enjoyment from his harsh slaps. He hits you a few more times while he holds your face roughly while kissing you. Asking if you like it when he hits you, the rest of your dignity leaves you, and you tell him yes while reciprocating his kisses. He hauls you off the forest floor into his lap, ripping off the rest of your top and moving on to your shorts.

"Keep looking at me." He commands you, and you obey. He grasps and ties your hands before moving you onto all fours. He rakes his hands down your back, ultimately reaching your ass and slapping it harshly. You whine at the abuse, and he hits you a few more times while groaning to himself at your noises.

"Who do you belong to?" He questions.

"You." You mumble to him pitifully, face pressed against the ground, exposed to the cold air. He slaps your backside again before telling you to repeat yourself.

"Good girl." You whimper at his praise and hear his zipper moving and the sound of a metal belt buckle. The warmth between his legs presses against your exposed sex, and you moan out to him; he leans over your back, one arm pressed against the ground beside your head, the other on your hip as he guides himself into you slowly. When he's fully sheathed, he hardly gives you any time to adjust before fucking you slow and harshly. You simper at his treatment, and he mouths at your ear, grunting quietly to you.

"Doing so good." He tells you, and you respond with a soft 'yes.' He picks up the pace, and your volume increases; you clench around him, and he moves the hand on your hip to between your legs to rub at your clit. You give him a loud wail at his rough circles with his fingers.

"Until we deal with that group properly, you will not be out of my sight." He grits out and grabs a fist full of your hair, making you look at him; slowing his thrusts, you keen out a yes to him, hoping that will make him pick up his pace again; you were so close.

"Yes, what?" He commands.

"Yes, sir!" you shout; he gives you what you so desperately, picking up his pace again. You jerk your head back against his shoulder and finish, him falling not too far behind. He rides out the last waves of pleasure before stopping. He shifts into a sitting position with you on his lap, he pulls out, and some of him drips out from between your legs. He continues to kiss you for a bit before speaking again.

"Do something like that again, and I'll make sure you won't dance for a month." He whispers in your ear cruelly; you only nod, accepting the situation, having lost the motivation to fight. He holds you closely while cleaning you up, whispering praises into your ear and petting your hair. Maybe it was a good thing you ended up on this side of the battle, and you could even convince Stanley to have mercy on your brother. He covers you up and fixes himself after removing your restraints and carries you back to the colony. Safe and subdued in his arms, you pass out from the exhaustion of the situation; in your last conscious thoughts, you can only hope for the safety of your brother.

#x reader #dr stone senku #dr xeno #dr. stone #dr stone #dr stone x reader #dr stone x you #dr stone stanley #stanley snyder x reader #stanley snyder #dr stone xeno

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Omg Carina hi!!! Congrats on 2k!!! It’s 🧸 anon here (she/her) and you’re so cool for doing this event for us🫶🏻

Like you I’m also studying, last year of nursing if it matters lol, so I completely forgot to check if you answered my request and I just now saw that you did so I’m gonna go read it now! I’m so excited to get my Carina fix🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

I’ll add to the celebration - comment on “You occupy my every thought”? Don’t have anything specific I’m just such a sucker for sunshine/grumpy tropes hehe

Also if you’d like maybe comment on the 14k Remus fic? I forgot its name I’m so sorry but the way you wrote Remus made my heart swoon and it was the first ever fic I read of yours so it’s kind of sentimental too🙃

Side note thank you for sharing so much of your personal life with us it makes me personally feel really connected to the writer and it makes sense why your writing really is poetry🥰 again thank you!!

hi my darling! no, thank YOU for participating in my event<33 and for actually enjoying my yapping lmao, i appreciate you sm! last year of nursing is roughhhh, so feel free to just drop by whenever you're free. my blog will always be here for when you need it 🫂 now, i have already more or less commented on "you occupy my every thought" with these headcanons, but i would love to do the remus one!

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i will COMMENT on "It's Nice To Have A Friend" with remus lupin

carina's 2k celebration

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In this fic, you're Remus' childhood best friend, his favourite person on the planet, and your romance reads very much like two people who are perfectly intertwined and destined for each other

So, after the fic fades to black, I can't really see anything but an endgame fairytale ending

Remus writing home to Hope and Lyall, who have known you since you were a kid and befriended Remus despite his obvious differences:

Dear Mam and Tad,

This may not come as a surprise to you – as it seems it has not been for anyone but me – but if it does, I sincerely hope it is a pleasant one.

I am writing to let you know that Y/N and I's friendship has officially become something more and I am happy to call her my partner.

You remained attached at each other's side for the precious few months you had left at Hogwarts – this time without a spec of anxiety or guilt

I will say, it took a while for you to school all guilt out of Remus though, as his former guilt for daring fall in love with you occasionally transformed into guilt for "letting you love a halfbreed"

But you did what you did best – you kissed it away

You were far from above cradling Remus in your arms until he melted into you, whispering sweet nothings into his hairline

There was a lot of:

"I have loved you unequivocally more or less my whole life, cariad. I am not about to change that now."

"Would you love me any less if I changed? If I became a lycanthrope or a vampire or sick or poor?" "You know I wouldn't."

"Shhh, none of that. None of that, my sweet boy."

"You're just Remus to me."

Because of his particular situation, Remus had to become closer with certain members of Hogwarts staff than most other students would – particularly Pomfrey, Dumbledore and McGonagall

And I believe all of them would often share looks at how obvious the love blooming between these young students was

I have always had a particular moment in mind for when Pomfrey first noticed your connection in second year

It was the first time Remus got injured enough during a full moon to stay at the infirmary overnight, at a time where none of his dormmates knew

You, on the other hand...

Pomfrey opened the door to her office chambers right by the entrance to the infirmary at the frantic knocking. A sigh was already brewing on her lips at whatever piece of work must be waiting for her outside the wooden door this early.

She flung it open only to nearly hit your reddened, almost teary face.

"Madam Pomfrey," you squeaked in that youngin voice it seems all students spouted at that age. "Is Remus here?"

The concern was evident on your face, etched into your every furrow that were much deeper than a child should have. "I'm afraid I cannot answer that, Miss L/N," she said, not without sympathy. Patient confidentiality and all.

"Please," you whispered. "I know he's here, it was a full moon. Please can I go see him."

Unable to do anything else in the face of such youthful misery, and having heard in passing from Dumbledore before that "the Ravenclaw girl knows", she merely gestured in the direction of Remus' overnight bed.

A "thank you!" had barely made it past your lips before you walked away so quickly it could rival someone running – a loophole you had already found to the "no running in the halls" rule, surely.

Pomfrey followed to see you fling yourself to the floor beside Remus' bed, not even sparing the time to drag one of the nearby chairs closer to sit more comfortably. Your knees were on the cold floor, your hands scrambling to find his laying limp and bandaged on the white linen, but when you did, your touch turned almost painfully gentle.

"Rem? Remmy, cariad, it's me. Hi, hi, it's me." Your voice was soft, a gentle waking of the boy who should technically still be sleeping. It was clear you couldn't help yourself.

Remus' heavy eyelids fluttered open and the look in them once they found you, soft and at home, a stark contrast to how she found him the night before, struck Pomfrey right in the chest.

Oh, she had thought. This is going to be one of the lovestories I remember.

Thus, when she saw you two walking hand in hand as you passed the infirmary one of the last months of your 7th year, smiling widely and waving at her, she felt nothing short of contentment and warmth

Finally

Similarly with McGonagall and Dumbledore:

At the end of breakfast, there was nothing left to do but discreetly watch the students as they began preparing for the rest of their days, gaining an overview of what the dynamics were like at the moment and if they were all alright.

McGonagall's eyes were gliding over the Gryffindor table, not at all deterred by the splotch of blue that represented you in the midst of Potter and Co. She had grown more than used to you as an honorary member.

What did catch her attention, though, was when you got up and out of your seat, hoisting your bag over your shoulder to head off to a class you didn't share with the rest of them – right before you left, Remus caught your hand and pulled you down to him for a sweet kiss.

Not the forehead kisses she had seen before, not to the hand. No, he was smiling against your lips.

She arched an amused brow at the scene, glancing sideways to look at Dumbledore who was smiling into his plate.

"Yes," he said simply. "I saw."

She had to hide her smile behind her glass as she brought it up to drink. A silent toast.

All three of them would be invited to the wedding �� which I don't think would be too far off after graduation

I imagine you got married the same year as Marlene and Dorcas; a big year of love for your friendgroup

Make no mistake, Sirius would be officiating it

This moment is definitely referenced in Remus' vows to you during the wedding:

“Should I ask you formally to be my girlfriend, or are we just skipping straight to marriage?” he whispered against your lips.

Remus felt almost wolfish when you barked a loud laugh, throwing your head back and tightening your hold on him instinctively. “I think girlfriend’s enough for now, yeah cariad?”

“If you insist.” He kissed you through his grin, realising that this was all he wanted to do now.

"I suggested it already the first day we became official, and even that was too late – I have always been yours and it is my utmost honour to have you always be mine."

Not a single dry eye in the room

James would specifically be crying into Hope's arms

Which Sirius would laugh at until he was a few more drinks in, at which point he would do the same with Effie

(Lily took pictures of both instances with her muggle camera, and they were some of the first in the wedding album)

Should there be an Order of the Phoenix (with a happy ending for all), you and Remus would act as the parental couple beside James, Sirius and Lily

And if you eventually make Remus secure enough in himself and his lycanthropy that he would dare have some puppies? Well, the more the merrier with this lot

The cheesiest, loveliest happily ever after you could desire 🤍

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hello hello! This is my first time doing this but uhh could you make a yandere Jing Yuan where reader is his spouse but disappears out of fucking nowhere (Did reader get isekai'd to Teyvat or something) for damn centuries— No matter how much time has passed, he is still waiting, and waiting, and waiting... And yea, and then reader randomly gets back on a tuesday afternoon who looks absolutely fucking tired btw

"I'm back my homie"

"Yippeee :3 I missed you!!"

Sorry if my English is bad, it's my 2nd language. Also have a great day!

CW: Yandere Themes, Non-Sexual Intimacy

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I love this idea Anon! I think that it genuinely works fantastically with Jing Yuan's character as a sort of inciting incident for his more possessive tendencies to emerge. Before you disappear, there are some glimpses of it: how he keeps you close to his chest at all times everywhere, from the bustling streets of Aurum Alley to the soothing sheets of the bed you share with him.

The scene was set so serenely. Lan THEMSELVES would have been enticed to lower THEIR bow and take in the fresh air. It was one of Jing Yuan's rare days of rest, when he could indulge in your presence more than he already did. A picnic in a garden, what could be more peaceful? Perhaps it was the way the air stilled when you simply snapped out of existence. There was no time for tearful goodbyes, no last words or final kisses. It was as though every atom in your body simply phased away, defying any natural principles. Jing Yuan wasn't able to even conceptualize it. The moment wasn't tragedy. Tragedy tightened the heartstrings so grief could play a mournful song. He knew tragedy well: Baiheng, Dan Feng, Yingxing, Jingliu, tragedy after tragedy.

But this feeling was not that. Instead, he felt his love—vast and radiant and bright—beginning to collapse upon itself. Without a center, it was simply a force pulling inward, until inward was outward and back again; eventually, every other feeling was lost in the implosion.

He tried to flee from its pull, reasoning that if he could find the center of his love again, it would restabilize. Fleets of Cloud Knights scoured the site of the disappearance, members of the Intelligentsia Guild were contacted. Jing Yuan even personally discussed the matter with several members of the Genius Society, desperate for any sort of purchase. Some explanation, however vague or improbable. Some way.

Try as he might, every road led back into that cool, weightless oblivion. He allowed himself to sink into a pool of it as the world went on. The Xianzhou Luofu needed its General, and this was nothing new. It was simply another loss, and after so many, they began to lose their meaning. It was as though Jing Yuan sat in a small glass tank. Each time he lost someone dear to his heart, the tank filled up to a certain point with water. By this point, he had already been drowning in desolation. But when you had wormed your way into his life, suddenly the walls had begun to crack. In little trickling streams, all his grief began to leave him. When you disappeared, the glass reformed, the tank refilled. Escape was impossible, he conjectured. This was his burden to carry as a Xianzhou General.

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Years later, Jing Yuan still can't sleep in his own bed. The sheets, once a delicate dark red, have now begun to go grey with how much dust they are collecting. His home has become a mausoleum of your spirit, a museum of the last remaining marks of your existence. A book on the table. A half-empty cup of coffee. The bedsheets are pushed back in such a way that if Jing Yuan tries hard enough, he can conjure your image, sleepily clambering out of bed. The mental hologram lurches to the bathroom; after a few minutes, they walk back out. Some days you would climb back into bed, other days you would start cooking breakfast.

He performs this ritual every night before going to bed on the couch, and tries to remember every detail as exact as possible. But memories only fade. They are ephemeral, like autumn leaves and evening light. Their existence can be prolonged, but never immortalized.

In the middle of the night, Jing Yuan stirs.

"...Yuan?"

"Jing Yuan? Why are you sleeping on the couch?"

You. For a moment, the realization is so powerful, of such high dimensionality, it doesn't fully register in Jing Yuan's mind. He can only comprehend sections and slices of it. You're here. You're here with him.

The rest of the night is spent on the couch, as you hold Jing Yuan close. He stays awake for hours, afraid that he might lose you again if he falls asleep. When he wakes up with you by his side, the tank shatters. But the hole in his heart remains. It cannot return to its original state, cannot expand outwards; it can only draw its center inwards, and keep it there.

For the first few days, you understand why Jing Yuan is so protective, why he doesn't let you leave him for even a moment. You have no recollection of suddenly disappearing. Your mind fabricated events: after your picnic, you went home and fell asleep. Then you woke up in the middle of the night. If you had lost Jing Yuan for years, you would certainly be clingy.

But time leaks by quicker and quicker, like a dam slowly breaching, before you realize it's been months and you've hardly left your home. You've gone on a few walks, but those have been only on sparse streets. Though, with the way Jing Yuan clutches you so tightly, you'd think you're in the middle of a battleground.

When you pose the question to Jing Yuan, he only smiles and waves off your concerns. He assumed that with how long you've been gone, you needed some time to get reacclimated to life. You remind him that to you, there was no period between your disappearance and reappearance. Jing Yuan hums and draws you closer, placing a hand on your cheek. His thumb reaches up to your lip, gently brushing against it.

"I understand, dearest. But in any case, you must understand how...alarming the situation was for me. I simply fear I may lose you again and wish to keep you safe. Will you let me do that, my love?"

Suddenly, you find your question ricocheting straight back to you. Jing Yuan's hand squeezes gently, his eyes gazing at you with such placid fondness. But beneath the static surface, you can see the turbulence in his soul. There is something different about your husband, something deeply wrong. What is challenging is that you can't find any loose threads in Jing Yuan's logic. You understand how difficult it must have been for him. That doesn't mean his overprotectiveness is right either.

Even so, you find yourself acquiescing.

"Good," Jing Yuan praises. His other hand reaches against your back, pushing you into him. "I'm glad you agree with me. I would hate to have to make you understand." Despite how his voice coos like a sparrow, his eyes are as sharp as a hawk's, ready to swoop down and catch its prey.

And so the days continue to pass by in an unchanging domesticity. Jing Yuan takes you on more walks and gives you more freedom, but despite how far you wander, you can always feel the gravity of his love, pulling you back into his orbit.

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