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nvoirs · 1 year

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okay but imagine re4remake switch!reader and dom!leon oneshot that takes place after the mission, in which you had to help leon (as his partner) from the chain mechanism he was held captive in. back home, you both get a little tipsy and you decide to unknowingly tie him up to your bed BECAUSE YOU COULDNT GET THE SCENE OUT OF YOUR MIND??!!!!?? just imagine teasing him, not letting him cum and getting him so fucking worked up that he literally BREAKS the thing you tied him with AND GOES LITERALLY FERAL????????????? HELPDASBJA (THE REST IS GIVEN)

Never would you have thought this would happen. Having your fellow agent in your home, and a bonus because he was a little tipsy. His normally pale cheeks flushed pink, warmth spread through them. Leon was a silent type of drunk and honestly you didn’t expect anymore, he had his priorities straight.

But really all you could think about was that little scene back in Spain..

You hadn't gotten any intel from Leon for almost half an hour, and honestly you were getting worried. What if Luis had betrayed him? You couldn't really trust the man, he hadn't really proven himself trustworthy yet and you still had to find Ashley Graham.

Trudging through the outside of the castle, the air smelling of dirt and gunpowder made your stomach churn in disgust. You began walking down one of the endless looking corridors into the castle, the ruby coloured carpet stained brown with collected dirt over the years.

Walking past a certain room but reversing your steps, as you caught sight of two bodies trapped in chains a large mechanic hovering above.

“Leon?” You made your way inside hurriedly, grabbing the chain but immediately let go because your intrusive thoughts had broken through.

He had been bickering with Luis, a dead ganando lay near your feet, something glistening in the left pocket.

You grabbed the key and began to make work of the lock on Leon's wrists.

“I bet you've been in situations like this before.” Luis plastered a big grin on his face staring at Leon.

You inaudibly gasped, the key slipping from your fingers. A rosy blush began creeping up your cheeks, as you kept your head down quickly picking the key back up.

“Fuck sorry.” You mumbled, pushing your hair behind your ears and eventually unlocking the lock on Leon's wrists.

“It's alright, are you good? You seemed a bit startled after Luis decided to open his big mouth.” He looked at you concerned, like you were injured like some wounded lamb.

“No honest to God I'm fine Leon, I'm just happy you didn't die on me.” You awkwardly laughed, as he patted your shoulder.

All the while Luis's eyes dragged back and forth between the two of you, wow this senorita totally knew what he meant when he commented on Leon's sex life but of course he was oblivious.

After your mission was a success, and you brought the president's daughter back home safely you invited Leon around to your place for a celebration.

It was the biggest accomplishment you guys had pulled off as agents, and people would look and whisper how did they manage that? Holy shit only two of them?

You knew Leon wasn’t a party person but you reassured him it’ll only be the two of you. When you said those words over the phone your heart soared but you momentarily smacked yourself.

So now here you and Leon were tipsy, even though he definitely said he was going to stay sober, edging his cock to release a cumload for you.

“How does that feel Leon?” You cooed, one hand on your trusty vibrator the other on Leon’s cheek squishing his flesh between your thumb and index finger.

“Wanna ha- cum you bitch.” His breathing intensified, and he whined leaning back into your plush cushions, back plastered against the wall, hands tied to the headboard with the plastic toy handcuffs that you finally got to use.

“No way, bad boys who aren’t good don’t get to cum.” You tutted as you watched in awe as more precum was spilled from his slit before pulling the vibrator completely away knowing he was on edge.

Leon was so pretty. Prettiest you’ve ever seen, and you’d boast it to him if you didn’t have alcohol swimming around in your system. His tip was a natural blushed pink, angry and drooling with precum. Lengthy and curved to the left a little, a throbbing vein ran along one side and a small freckle dotted at the top. His light hair trailed from under his belly button to the base of his cock. You wanted to feel his heavy cock on your tongue but restrained yourself because when will there be another time you see Leon Kennedy this submissive?

“Fine shit- if you won’t let me go then I will.” He began tugging on the cuffs harshly shaking the bed frame, ignoring him and slipping off your top so you were just in your bra advancing closer to Leon.

“If you're a good boy I’ll let you suck me.” Revealing your bare tits and pinching your delicate nipples yourself you moaned in front of Leon making him halt.

“C’mere.” And you listened leaning in closer so Leon could take in the full picture of your ethereal beauty.

His face was practically squished against your boobs now, sticking out his tongue and kitten-licked one of your nipples knocking the breath out of your lungs. That’s when Leon latched his wet, warm mouth straight onto your bud, tweaking and nipping the other. Lost in the loving pleasure Leon was giving your tits you hadn’t realised he’d broken his restraints as he pushed you down back pressed against the mattress.

“Mmph Leon don’t stop.” You watched him unclasping the cuffs flinging them to the side.

“Oh princess, you're in for it now” He surveyed your coy expression.

You should have been scared at those words, but the adrenaline just pumped through your veins making you excited and aroused at his curt words. He grabbed the hem of the short skirt you were wearing and pulled it up so he could take a look at your white cotton panties on full display for his eyes. So innocently cute, but he knew better that you were nothing but. He poked his nose against your clothed cunt breathing in like a pervert that had you whining feeling the pressure of him against your nose.

“You're such a filthy whore y’know that?” You just mewled in return to Leon’s chidings, as he peeled back your underwear watching your glistening cunt in awe.

“Fuck I knew you wanted me.” Placing a finger on your wetness he stroked up and down languidly, watching you for a reaction.

You jerked up when you felt his finger apply pressure to your clit, your moaning intensified “Please Leon, want you to fuck me.” You lazily mumbled drunk of your mind and just let him do as he pleased.

“Don’t think I need to prep you.” His slurred words turned your mind hazy. “You're already practically dripping.”

Inserting a finger inside your heat stretching you out, coming up to your fervent mouth and indulging the taste of you. The relish of booze permeated on both of your tongues tasting it off of each other.

“Shit Leon! Feels mmh good!” Leon liked to tease normally but not right now, he was too drunk of his mind and wanted to be inside of you as soon as possible. You cried when your orgasm washed over you grabbing your bed sheets as hard as possible twisting in Leon’s grasp. His cock was pressed against your folds as he carried on devouring you roughly lips connected like a puzzle piece, a glob of your saliva slipping down your chin and making a mess on your chest.

“M’gonna fuck you stupid I swear.” He said Pumping his cock a few times. “Get on all fours now.”

Obliging straight away, you stuck your ass in the air giving Leon a view. You heard him curse and slap your ass groping your cheeks. Letting out a squeak you turned to watch him slide into your cunt in one swift movement, the pleasure washed over the both of you as you moaned for him to go faster. Listening to your pleas he sped up the pace spreading your ass cheeks wider so he could slip inside deeper inch by inch.

“Shit your tight baby, not been fucked by someone as big as me I can see.” His smug grin said it all, but you didn’t reply you physically couldn’t trying to keep your eyes open as Leon fucked the majority of alcohol out of your system. Your tits smacking against the fabric of your duvet, as you collapsed lower from the delicious fucking happening from the other side of your body.

The smacking of the bed frame was evident in the background, definitely leaving a massive mark on your white wall but at this point you didn’t really care. Your landlord probably would but that was something you could worry about another time, because right now you were getting the best sex of your life by none other than your very hot agent partner. He was so deep in your guts, when you realised you gasped a little from the penetration.

His eager fucking had you tumbling over the edge and before you knew it you were cumming tight around his cock. Your little whines made him slow his pace groaning about your pussy being the best thing he’s fucked, before he pulled out and cummed on the small of your back.

“You did so good, the best pussy I’ve had in a while and I’m still drunk but I was wondering.. do you want to go get dinner with me?”

No response from you had Leon worried, did you believe this was a mistake? You were half drunk after all, but he crawled over to your collapsed posture and could hear your soft breathing, you’d fallen asleep. Relaxing his shoulders Leon smiled, maybe dinner could wait.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 leon smut #re4 remake

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samoankpoper21 · 3 months

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JJK Men As You're Giving Birth

Gojo Satoru: This dude is the definition of a little shit I'm not even joking 🙄 he's taking pictures of you looking a hot mess for "memories" 🙄🖕🏽 "Okay hunn' ima need you to give me one big push." the doctor instructed. You took one big breath attempting to push when your concentration broke from your annoying husband's voice. "Pft! Hehehe. Babe, you should see your face." "Satoru," you seethed through gritted teeth. "Did you just take a picture of my face?" "Hehe. I'm going to put it as my lock screen." You squeezed his hand attempting to hurt him but you already knew it wouldn't have an affect on this man, after all he's the 'strongest'. "I swear to God Satoru this is all your fault!" you shrilled. "Eh? But you like it." "Just shut up!" you began squeezing his hand harder as the contractions picked up. "That's it hunn'," encouraged your doctor. "Keep breathing like that." You looked up to see your husband smirking and, blame it on the pregnancy, but you saw red. "Toru, keep smirking and I won't ever let you cum in me again." "Whoa now, don't say something so rash." " Toru!" "Oh look a head."

Kento Nanami: I swear this man is literally a god send 🥹 he will let you talk your shit because he knows and understands that it's not easy to carry another human, especially considering the constant pressure on your bladder, pain in your back, boobs, and legs. You squeezing his hand roughly was nothing in comparison to the pain you were feeling down below. Nanami leaned forward kissing your sweaty temple. "You're strong love, I know you can do this." "Nanami," you choked out. "It hurts." "I know love but you just have to give us one more push and he'll be out of there. Can you do it for me love? Hm?" You weakly nodded your head inhaling a large amount of air. You began to grunt and push, squeezing his hand again. What felt like an eternity of pushing finally ended when you heard your son's cry pierce the tense atmosphere. You instantly cried as you saw tufts of blonde hair, the umbilical chord still attached. Nanami leaned down planting another kiss to your temple. "You did so good love. I'm so proud of you."

Geto Suguru: Much like Nanami he would be a god send HOWEVER he's an empath so your feelings of pain/negativity may rub off on him 😅 It has been more than 5 hours since you were in labor and your daughter still did not want to come out. The doctor recommended that you lean forward on your bed while standing making the dilation process speed up. "Suguru," you exhaled. "Yes love?" "I can not with her." "What are you talking about?" "She ain't even here and she's already working my nerves." "Babe, don't say that." "I just...why isn't she coming out yet?!" "Baby, look at me." You looked up with tears in your eyes. He can't fault you for your frustrations, he's partially to blame too. Walking towards you he embraced you swaying side to side. "She'll come when she's ready and when she decides to I'll be right here."

Choso: This poor sweet lamb 😅 he's such a nervous wreck he low key doesn't know what to do with himself "Alright hunn' keep pushing, keep pushing!" instructed your doctor. You were squeezing the life out of Choso's hand but he didn't mind, as a mater of fact he was stuck. He saw a head come out and slowly after arms. "That's it! Keep pushing, keep pushing!" You took a huge breath and screamed, not fully registering that Choso was screaming along with you. The doctor didn't seem to mind, this was nothing new to her. She's seen all types of new expectant fathers so for one to be screaming with his wife wasn't an unusual sight. You paused, panting, glancing at your husband. He was panting too when your brain finally registered the low baritone screaming along with you belonged to him. "Pft. Baby was that you screaming along with me?" "Yes," he shyly replied. "Can you give me 2 more pushes hunn'? your doctor asked. You nodded your head, locked eyes with your husband; and as you began to push you both screamed at the top of your lungs.

Toji Fushiguro: Much like Satoru he's a little shit. Not only will he allow you to talk your shit but he'll talk shit back to you 🙄🖕🏽 "Give me one big push." the doctor gently instructed. You took a deep breath, held it, and pushed. Your were gripping Toji's hand for dear life and the motherfucker had the audacity to look bored. "What's with your face?!" "What the hell are you talkin' bout?" "I'm sorry that this isn't entertaining to you." you spat out. "You're making something out of nothing. Stop it." "Or what?" Toji leaned down expertly planting a kiss on your head while whispering, "You don't want to know the answer to that." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, the pressure from Toji's hand tightening around yours. Surprising him, you pulled him towards you by the nape of his sweater, wanting to laugh at how his eyes nearly bugged out of his head if it weren't for the pain. "Baby," you purred. "We're not fucking for a while." He smirked as a new wave of contractions coursed through you causing you to give a tiny push. "We'll see about that."

Ryomen Sukuna: He's trying to be the best supportive husband he can but much like Toji he's talking his shit: to you, the doctor, the staff 🙄 *le sigh* "You almost got it babes I just need one more really big push and he will be out of your way. Can you do that for me babes?" you nodded to your doctor. Sukuna stood there looking pissed. "How long does it take for a baby to come out?" "Kuna! Really?" "I'm just saying all you have to do is push." "All I have to do is push?" you incredulously asked. "All I have to do is push??!! Fuck you dawg! You wanna try pushing a big ass head out of a small hole?! No? Didn't think so! So shut the fuck up. I swear to gawd Kuna-" a wave of pain shot through you as you squeezed Sukuna's hand again. His eyebrow shot up as he slyly said, "I like that look on you, being in pain." Through gritted teeth you say, "Remind me to never let you cum inside of me again."

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anikasheep · 7 months

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SCENTS - The Older Brothers

MC is a sweet adorable sheep, yes.

Lucifer

Lucifer is the type who desperately wants your scent to stay on him but doesn't want anyone to find out. It's not that he doesn't want people to know, but he doesn't want them to get the wrong impression that the Avatar of Pride has become a human captive.

It's you who should smell like him. He owns you, not you.

But there was a part of Lucifer that kept convincing him that he should at least smell like you.

Little Lamb is special, if other demons smell the scent of Little Lamb from you, doesn't that mean that Little Lamb, a human being, is recognized by Lucifer? How many humans have been recognized by Lucifer, who is at the top of the power in the entire demon world? Don't you want to see the group of sorcerers and witches looking enviously at the lamb? Not to mention the fact that you can see Solomon's eyes holding back his jealousy, which is definitely something worth doing!

You'll use a laundry detergent that smells like lamb and sneak it into your locker, and then the next morning, with a troubled look on your face, ask if you've seen his uniform.

Or he'll use the fact that he's too busy as an excuse to ask you to help him put away his clothes. He knows you can't resist stealing his shirt or jacket and taking pictures of him in his room. There's a popular custom called boyfriend shirts and he'll let you have it!

He will adjust to the lamb's acceptance of physical contact, from kisses to hugs, to fixing your fringe, to tying your hair (this usually happens before a big party, and Lucifer won't hesitate to steal Asmo's place of work, believe me).

If he doesn't really like the physical contact mentioned above, he will inadvertently put his right hand around your wrist and gently rub his thumb on your wrist. Lucifer one day accidentally discovered that this behavior can make you relax, and then you will smell even better.

Lucifer's study has a blanket which only MC and himself could use, every time the sheep study with Lucifer to deal with the student body affairs will be draped in this blanket. Lucifer refused to let anyone but himself and the lamb touch it, and he would ask the lamb to take the blanket with him when he washed his clothes for various reasons. Don't ask too many questions, you KNEW WHY.

Mammon

Invade your room, what's yours is his, offer him all you've got, he craves all you've got, lamb.

You've all slept together. I don't think he'll ever not smell like you.

He holds the lamb in his sleep and keeps saying the lamb's name under his breath.

More than once, he suggests to the sheep that they can wear his jacket if they are cold.

He is a cuddle fiend and will get next to you whenever he gets the chance, and will let you hug him from behind if you are okay with it. Loves to put his face close to your neck and shoulders, with the tip of his nose brushing against the arteries in your neck.

This way he can smell you at the same time, and then feel the pulse of your life, as long as it is about you, he craves hopelessly.

He's proud of the fact that he smells like you. After all, you're his human, his lamb.

He likes to use the excuse of wanting to sleep or something like that and puts his face close to the inside of your elbow, where the body temperature is high and the smell of you is strong. ←Birds

They may steal your body lotion and remember to refill it, but if you want them to stop, tell them to stop:

“Mammon, you're old enough to use your own body wash.”

“Huh? Oh sure, I'm a great Mammon, human.”

“Do you like the smell?”

“Is it the smell that counts, no! No! Yes! The point is that you use this body wash and it smells good, you little twerp. Uh...damn it!”

If it's okay, let's try inviting him to buy the same kind of body wash next time.

Leviathan

To be honest, I think this otaku is one of the seven brothers who know the most about this kind of thing, but this otaku is really too shy, so his way will be as euphemistic as Lucifer's.

He will take advantage of the time when you are playing together in his room and put his tail on your wrist or ankle.

His tail will take advantage of the time you play together in his room to rest on your wrists or ankles, his tail can feel your smallest heartbeat and tremors, and for some reason, it can also feel your most real emotional reaction.

He can't easily turn into a demon at school, so he's used to putting his hand around your wrist when he's anxious.

If you're generous enough to give him a hug, Leviathan will hold you tightly like an octopus, hooking his arms around your waist, and if anyone dares to try and separate the two of you, you'll see Leviathan make a hissing sound like a snake warning off its enemies.

There is a HANA RURI blanket around you two, and it's a cold night in the Demon World, so be sure to stay close to Leviathan to keep warm.

If you see Leviathan wriggling around with a familiar towel, blushing and asking you to wash it with him, please indulge him in his little request, lamb!

May fantasize about a lot of slightly perverse situations, but he knows those things are not acceptable and he respects your wishes. So accordingly, he may collect a set of HANA RURI clothing peripherals for you, shirts, jackets, scarves, etc., looking forward to you to satisfy this nerd's COSPLAY wishes and his hidden small one.

#anika dream #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon x mc #obey me leviathan x mc

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writerof-thewoods · 8 months

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Hey!

would you be able to please do CG!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley from COD or CG!König headcanons? I rlly love ur posts btw!! :333

Oooh my bois <3 I most definitely can!! I'm sorry this took me so long 😭 I couldn't decide between either one, so I'm gonna both of them!! I hope you like them and tysm for the ask!

Caregiver! König Headcanons🖤

He definitely gives off enthusiastic dad vibes. Like he knows when to be serious and stuff, but just likes matching your energy/following your lead :D

This man is built like a HOUSE, so piggyback rides for the win. I highly doubt your feet touch the ground even once when he's around

Knows a ton of old stories and folktales (I mean he's from Austria, so it's not that far of a stretch) that he tells you! Whether it's just for fun or to put you to sleep, he just likes telling them since they remind him of when he was a kid

S O many petnames, both English and German, but mostly German. Mainly calls you mein Liebling (darling, my favorite), lämmchen (lamb), Bärchen (little bear), and Vögelchen (little bird)

Lets you put stickers on & play with his mask if you want! He'd even help you make your own so you could match

Takes you out on walks and sightseeing! He loves going outside with you and watching the birds, the rain, looking at clouds, just anything that has to do with nature

Overall, he's a very endearing and open cg. He's still anxious most of the time, but he works on it when you're around. (He'd definitely help you with your anxiety whenever he can) He wants you to feel happy and the first time you felt safe around him while regressed, he just about melted.

Caregiver! (Ghost) Simon Riley Headcanons 🖤

(Ohh boy, I have a t o n of ideas for Ghost. The man's been through so much, I swear.)

When he first found out you were an age regressor, he didn't really know how to react. He wasn't weirded out or anything, just nervous. (Considering how his father was, to say he freaked out over being a caregiver would be an understatement.) Aside from Price, he'd never had a stable or good paternal figure, so he's really going in blind not knowing what exactly to do. He's still trying though! He's just really afraid he'll do something wrong or he'll come off as too stern or like he doesn't care

Because of that, he's more of an older brother figure towards you. (Which makes sense since he is one canonically xD) He just doesn't know how to handle being a "dad" in a sense, but he still cares about you and has an "older person watching over you" sort of vibe.

It takes him a while, but once he starts getting used to it, he gets a little bit better at showing his emotions and being more open towards you. He has a huge soft spot for you and later on, other regressors in general because he understands it

Usually very silent (I personally hc him as being selectively mute :D). So whenever or if you're non-speaking, he gets along with you even more. It's not as hard for him to understand or help you because he's the same way <3 I could see him being like "Wow, well you're just like me then, aren't you? :D" and then excitedly signing to you

Too many dad jokes. He loves the look on your face when you laugh and tell him to stop. He thinks about it for a second, but then tells another one without a second thought. You can't stop it because he will n o t

He keeps both a nightlight and glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling for you. (And him as well since he doesn't like the dark, but he won't admit it)

He actually enjoys being this type of person because not only does it help you, but it helps him as well. It gives him something to care about and to get out of his own head. The guy loves you even if he doesn't say it out loud. And if he can give you a better childhood now, it's completely worth it <3

#sfw agere #fandom agere #agere headcanons #cod agere #agere asks #request answered!#requests are open!#cg! könig #cg! ghost #cg! simon riley #cod headcanons

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panoffrying · 1 month

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My Dr. Sozonius LORE Headcanons

✨Warning this is a bit long✨

Sozo is a character that has lived for a very long time. Whatever that mushroom was on their head not only influenced Sozo but kept them immortal. We know really nothing bout Sozos past so I made some headcanons for silly fun and for me to visualize who Sozo was and what his life may have looked like. I want to do my best to keep this as game accurate as possible, so there will be quotes from the game. The quotes are not at all in order! I kinda just bring up random Sozo quotes as I go. Also I apologize if this doesn't make sense or if I ramble (I get excited about certain topics)

thank you so much @7moonbird for going over and editing this for me, Love ya Pookie!

And so we start:

Sozonius was born in the days of the old faith. He was present the day the Bishops declared the genocide of the lambs and he actually played a big part in assisting the lambs survival. However, he almost got caught and had to stop helping the lambs to keep his family safe. He's never seen any of the bishops but his village was part of Darkwood and therefore under Bishop Leshy’s ruling.

VILLAGE

Sozonius village was mostly a colony of Carpenter Ants, there were a few other species living there too but it was mostly Carpenter Ants. I imagine there are different races of ants depending on the region they’re in; so there could be fire ants, pharaoh ants, and more! Most ants get along nicely and work together but sometimes other races of ants can be more temperamental and cause conflict between colonies. Carpenter ants are a more calm type of ants, they aren't aggressive but they are incredibly strong. Carpenters ants are known to live in trees; they hollow out trees to make their homes and they like to stay off the ground as much as possible in case of floods and other dangers.

In the colony they had their ruler, the “Queen,” who looked over the village and did queenly business (not gonna go too deep into it). Everyone had many different jobs, ants are hard workers and very strong. They made marvelous structures, farmed a lot of crops, and knew how to work together when there was a threat. Sozo’s village was one that many others would try making deals/trades with. I would talk more about his village but that's not why y’all are here lol.

Sozonius was a fellow damn near everyone in the village knew. He loved his work and he loved to talk about it to anyone that expressed that they wanted to listen. He was that guy that you could get stuck in a conversation with and struggle to end it. He liked to ramble about his work and kids. Other than that though he never really started conversations with others, he would keep to himself unless someone interacted with him.

And I could definitely see him having a science rival but nothing too bad lol.

FAMILY

“Where am I…? Where is… my family…?” are the words Sozo says when he turns back into Dr. Sozonius. I like to think he had a wife and two children. They didn’t have the best marriage but they made it work out for their two sons. His wife was a bit stubborn and very honest. She would say things before thinking which did cause issues, but Sozonius let it slide because he loved her so much and wanted a happy family for his sons.

Sozonius was a very funny dude. He made dad jokes all the damn time, his family would pretend to hate the jokes but in reality they did love them.

Sozo Dialogue “Now all Sozo can think about is mushrooms, mushrooms, MUSHROOMS… They don’t leave mush-room for anything else! Ha!”

(Also, this next idea is inspired off of @kuphulwho headcanons for Sozo. I loved her ideas and I recommend y'all look at her headcanons too!) Aside from Sozonius being a mycologist he had a side hobby of art! He wasn't the best artist, but he was really talented with sketching plants/fungi, he liked to make art of anything that interested him. He most likely wrote an educational picture book about Fungi, there's probably an old copy of it somewhere.

This art hobby caught the interest of his two sons, and they also started to pursue art. Sozonius would take his free time teaching his sons how to draw plants and such. Sozonius would hang his kids' art everywhere in their house, it was like walking into an art museum haha.

JOB

Sozonius studied mycology which means he studied fungi. Sozonius knew fungi could benefit his society and he wanted to help educate others about the importance of fungi. Soon he learned enough of a new discovery of mushroom people, neither plant nor animal…Sozonius then made the decision to go on a solo mission to study the Mushroomo people.

THE MUSHROOMOS

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “My name is Dr. Sozonius. I was researching the Mushroomos that live in Spore Grotto… strange creatures, Neither animal nor plant…”

Sozonius went to Spore Grotto and at first, he studied the Mushroomo people from a distance setting up a campsite near the Mushroomo Village. When the Mushroomo people discovered Sozonius they welcomed him into their home, cheerful happy little things. Sozonius was given the chance to learn more about these strange creatures up close! How could he say no? Sozonius was welcomed into Spore Grotto and was treated like a god.

Sozonius asked the Mushroomos many questions, but getting any actual answers from them was difficult. The Mushroomos treated Sozonius like he was their most special guest, they danced and sang for Sozonius. They would mimic Sozonius and follow him around, making sure to do anything he asked of them. There would be many times when the Mushroomos would offer to feed Sozonius menticide mushrooms but Sozonius knew a lot about fungi and declined their offers. However, there seemed to be a special Ritual the Mushroomos took part in…

Sozonius had been in Spore Grotto for many weeks now, it was time for him to leave, he had studied enough and was ready to return home but the Mushroomos were surprisingly sad when he announced this. They wanted to show Sozonius a sacred ritual to them before he left, he wasn't aware of the menticide mushrooms being part of it…

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “They gave me Menticide Mushrooms, and then… that’s the last thing I remember…”

After Sozonius was tricked into eating menticide mushrooms and also gave Sozonius a crown, a crown that would grow into Sozoniuss mind, he shall be the Mushroomos leader… And the new Sozo was made. (literally just think of Ice Age 2 when the lil sloths take Sid to be their fire king, however they don't sacrifice him)

The mushroom on Sozos head is very powerful, it makes me wonder what it is exactly, it gives the person wearing it immortality, but also causes the user to go insane (don't forget that Sozo is also being fed menticide mushrooms) the mushroom crown kinda reminds me of Chemachs crown. It seems to have a mind of its own and a face. I feel like the Mushroomos for days straight made sure to give Sozo a diet of only menticide mushrooms to make him forget everything and to possibly power the mushroom crown. They would constantly tell Sozo that his mind would be open and free, that it would make him feel better, and Sozo being under the influence of the mushroom listened to them.

A Mushroomo Dialogue "Once you taste the Menticide Mushroom your mind will be opened."

As the years went by so did all the sanity Sozonius had left, but in some moments Sozonius seems to still be aware but not all there.

Sozo Dialogue “Sozo had friends... Followers... family... now Sozo has mushrooms..."

Sozo over time seems to start to dislike his followers and call them liars. He even becomes quite cruel to his followers. Yet he also mentions that he trusts the lamb and wants the lamb to protect him from his followers which makes me believe that Sozonius is somehow a little aware and fighting against the mushroom crown’s influence. He is mad at the Mushroomos for lying to him, tricking him, making him into who he is now.

Sozo Dialogue “No need to thanks Sozo. Build it at your Cult then come back to me. Sozo shall grant you one last gift. Sozo is always fair. Always repays this debts. Not like those LIARS out there."

"You did it! Now I know I can trust you... not like those nasty liars outside. They are always watching, always listening! Here take this. You are Sozo's best friend, you are Sozo's only friend."

"Sozo can trust you now, Sozo will pledge himself to you! You will protect me from those liars outside and bring Sozo mushrooms!"

(Also a side note that my gf brought to my attention last second lol! Apparently parasitic mushrooms rely on insects to spread. That is probably why they tricked Sozonius into staying and eating menticide mushrooms. Maybe it's been that long since they've seen an insect)

SOZOS IMPRISONMENT

So, this next little headcanon of mine is an interesting one and might be confusing to explain. Was Sozonius imprisoned within his own mind while under the control of the mushroom crown? If he was, I can see him being stuck in a sort of loop, imagining his family and friends. Think like Mabel's Bubble from ‘Gravity Falls’ weirdmageddon. Sozonius is trapped in a mental bubble, stuck in a false reality as the now mushroom-infected Sozo takes over his body and actions.

In Sozonius’s mental bubble he is in a place where trees are big, tall mushrooms and flowers are mushrooms, everywhere he turns its mushrooms. He knows something is wrong, everything is too strange, everyone he loves is there with him but is it real? It feels like he's living in a dream. Sozonius proceeds to talk to his friends and family as if they are actually there in which I noticed that Sozo will talk to the menticide mushrooms as if they are actual people.

Sozo Dialogue “Precious, perfect little mushrooms, Sozo is here now, Sozo will always be here…”

”Sozo is busy now… Sozo must commune with the ‘shrooms.”

As time passes more mushrooms grow in his mind prison, and they keep growing and growing until they start to grow on the people he loves. He knows something is happening, he's going mad, and he starts to search for an exit, he needs to escape this false reality that the mushroom crown has created for him.

He starts fighting the mushroom crown’s hold on him which causes him to regain some awareness. This is when a part of him realizes he’s been tricked, and he starts refusing everything the Mushroomos give him and becomes cruel to them. However, the lambs have never done him wrong before and the lamb (from the cult) begins to be the only person he can trust. At least until it becomes too much and well… we know Sozo’s fate.

SOZO’S REVIVAL

So Sozo doesn't get resurrected until all the bishops become mortal (at least in my playthrough)(I might change this to he was part of the cult before the bishops I’m not sure). So all the bishop siblings are in the cult and learning the ways of mortal stuff and Sozo appears around the same time, still the crazy Sozo we know and love. However, he’s still very addicted to the menticide mushrooms and both the Lamb and night workers have found Sozo digging through the mushroom crops like a lil racoon.

Based on the game, Sozo likes to run around the cult and do his own thing; he often looks very spaced out but the moment someone talks to him he starts spitting nonsense before yelling at them to go away. The only people Sozo will talk to are people that give Sozo what he wants, which is menticide mushrooms! If you do that for him he will talk your ear off with nonsense, in conversations with him he will often talk about his followers, them being liars and disgusting little creatures. One day though Sozo’s personality seems to change? He starts to tell the lamb,

“Sozo was just here, all alone, thinking about mushrooms... Uh, Sozo means Sozo's little Mushroomo followers!”

”Yes,, they must be so lost without Sozo. They love Sozo! Everyone loves Sozo - especially Lamb!”

“Without their great and beloved Sozo, Mushroomos must be so scared... YOU! You must save them! Save them and bring them to Sozo.”

”They will be trapped in Anura. They are always getting captured when they don't have their great Sozo to protect them. Rescue them and bring them to me.”

But when you bring the followers to Sozo he ends up eating them. At first glance you can assume it's just his addiction, in which it most certainly could be! He sees a big mushroom and he's like oooo~ delicious but there's also a possibility of this being Dr. Sozonius’s anger coming out. The whole fighting against the mushroom crown’s influence and realization that he’s been tricked. Maybe a mix of his addiction and anger for what they did to him? I’m not too sure if Sozo eating the Mushroomos was a problem before he joined the cult.

Of course, this addiction must be stopped so the lamb decides enough is enough and refuses to get more Mushroomos. This causes Sozo to dissent and, with little choice, the Lamb has to put him in rehab. I imagine it would’ve been a struggle getting Sozo to the prison without the Red Crown’s help. With the power of an ant that is Sozo’s size it's a miracle he didnt break that pillory while he was in it. Sozo just stayed silent and didn't fight; the person he had put his trust and hope in has imprisoned him. Sozo is a bit depressed at that moment.

After Sozo has been re-educated, released, and cured of his addiction the mushroom crown finally falls off his head. Which, like I said before, makes me wonder, was it being powered by the menticide mushrooms Sozo has been eating or is it something else?

But Dr. Sozonius talks about some stuff before saying,

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “I can’t help but feel that I have you to thank for… something. You have my loyalty, I will remain here and serve you. Please, take this!”

Sozonius was ready to live his life rather than reunite with his family in the afterlife. He wasn't expecting to be resurrected after dying in the cult from old age. But Sozonius gave the lamb their loyalty and promised to stay in the cult and serve them. The Lamb had been so kind as to give Sozonius an immortality necklace, the Lamb didn’t want Sozonius to go yet… and Sozo’s heart was too kind and soft. He will have to wait a bit longer to return home to his family, but maybe some good things will come out of staying longer~

Also! Who do we think Sozo was talking to?

A Mushroomo Dialogue "Who is Sozo talking to when he whispers in the dark...?"

Is he talking to himself? The mushrooms? Or the Fox?

#THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE #THANK YOU SO MUCH MOONBIRD #I hope yall like my idea of what Sozos story might be so sorry if I rambled a lot #hope yall like to read #my headcanons #cult of the lamb headcanons #cult of the lamb sozonius #cult of the lamb #sozo headcanons #cult of the lamb sozo #cotl sozo #cotl sozonius #cotl headcanons #sorry if it didn’t make sense😭#cotl dr sozonius #dr sozonius #the shattered crown AU

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Happy 1k!!!!! I haven’t been following your blog for a long time, but congrats!!

For the alphabet thing could you do T, U, V, and W for Baizhu? I don’t see a lot of asks for my sweet boy :(

-🍦

"you have summoned BAIZHU for the event . . ."

A/N : aaa baizhu ,, he is so terribly underrated. his release was so anticipated, then it just . . . fell off. my baby<3

✦ㅤㅤT = toys (does he own toys? does he use them? how often? on a partner or himself?)

"does he own toys?" do you know baizhu? he owns so many toys, from vibrators to dildos to a strap on he keeps especially for you to use on him; he's got a sybian, too, but that stays under his bed, kept away for the days you're with him . . . after all, a toy like that—it's difficult for his frail body to stay perched atop it without your help. the sybian is his favorite, easily, but it's a rare treat for him to indulge in. lubin' up the seat of it—from his amalgamation of lube that i know he has, ranging from the flavorless fragrance of violetgrass to the tasteful zaytun peach or sunsettia—, getting his sensitive cock settled on the jut of it and settling his cunt into the valley . . .

baizhu's the type of guy to rely solely on toys to get off, and he gets off pretty often at that. he doesn't usually use his own hands to bring himself off—it exerts far too much energy, and, besides, he tends to fall apart all shakey n' trembling before he can cum. while he may not masturbate everyday, it's plenty enough for him to be very familiar with his body, with the toys that make him feel best. (in other words, though, baizhu has definitely accidentally overstimulated himself. without you around, it's difficult for him to parse when—and how, even—to get the overwhelming stimulation for a toy off of him. he's so weak, post-orgasm, and on the days he ends up overstimulating himself more than usual—well. it's time for a jack-off break, isn't it?)

✦ㅤㅤU = unfair (how much he likes to tease)

oh my godddddd ,, he is the ultimate tease, both intentionally and not. he loves petting you in the spots that really get you goin'—from brushing his fingertips lightly across the exposed nape of your neck to your sensitive wrists, he's got you wrapped around his finger with nothing more than his look and gentle touch. he's a doctor, for chrissake: he knows where to touch you to get the most visceral reactions !

and as for unintentional, just look at his outfit. he doesn't hide the softness of his body at all; in the day-to-day, his soft stomach stays exposed, his waist bare for your hands to grab. and, with how sensitive he is, goosebumps almost always erupt across his skin when you do it; it's simply ravishing. the delicate way his hair falls, too, all graceful and braided up, is tantalizing—and baizhu doesn't even think of the things his somehow thick yet wispy bangs do to your heart (and your dick) when he brushes himself in the morning. every inch of him is perfect.

baizhu loves to tease because he loves your reactions. he may intend to tease, or he may not; but at the end of the day, he knows your reaction, and he knows when you're keyed up. maybe it's just the fact that he's so beautiful that he's so effortlessly teasing: he's not so dissimilar from a soft lamb. he's all lamb-like in the flutter of his eyelashes, in the vulnerability he gives to you so readily ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა

✦ㅤㅤV = volume (how loud he is, what sounds does he make, etc.)

though he's far from silent—a pretty symphony of gasps, whimpers . . . he's not very loud. he's just naturally that way, too; he never has to push himself to be quiet in intimate scenarios, he just is. quiet, however, is not silence. he never muffles himself, even as your fingers nudge up against that lil' bump in his cunt, even as you lick across his cock. his lips will smack against nothing, the wet sound of his tongue n' spit echoing around your head with each barely-there plea. it's like his vocal chords are shredded, like this, but i wouldn't have it any other way.

✦ㅤㅤW = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

BAIZHU IS THE TEMPLATE FOR A PILLOW PRINCESS !! this man never lifts a finger when he's with a partner, with you, and it's so mmmm . . . it's partially from trust, the way he can give himself up to you entirely, but it's also another form of a tease. he lies in wait for you, all pretty eyes and submissive moans and sensitive body—it's hard not to cave into his desires. he thrives with a service top—not one he has to dominate, but one he can trust to dominate him, instead, with nothing but gentle pleasure. he thrives underneath someone else, another person to maneuver him willy-nilly. you, however, will need to assure him that you enjoy this play; let him know that his pleasure is most important, here in your bed.

really, he's just so used to being treated like glass because people think he will break; but with you, he's treated like glass because he is yours, the apple of your eye and life who you dare not to harm. baizhu deserves the absolute world—of pleasure, that is.

hhhh it's kinda unrelated but i can't stop thinking about pressing up against baizhu's back, keeping him nice n' snug on that sybian of his . . . nnnn this may become a future drabble (⁠*⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠*⁠)

5 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

#ㅤ✦【 EVENT 】#mmmmm i love him. i love him so terribly #alphabet #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub baizhu #baizhu smut #dom reader

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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Lamb Two the Slaughter

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x reader (NO STUCKY) established dark!steve rogers x reader

warnings: NONCON. DUBCON. smut. piv sex. unprotected sex. oral (f receiving). mention of bdsm. pussy slapping. steve watching.

summary: bucky’s turn.

since y’all wanted a part two of lamb to the slaughter with bucky, here u go… slay

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“So when am I gonna have a turn?“ Bucky asks with a wicked smile, eyes never leaving your ass that looks delectable in your mini dress.

You always had the cutest secretary outfits. A mini white dress over a yellow blouse. Black stockings under a mini black skirt are Bucky’s favourite in particular. Steve likes when you wear the white stockings.

Steve scoffs, similarly, eyes never leaving your ass while you stand at the printer, waiting for the papers Steve had asked you to fetch him.

Despite being seperate by a many glass walls, the men still keep their voices to a low mutter, “You fuckin’ wish. Get your own agent.”

Bucky tsks annoyingly, “None of them are like her.”

“Guess I’m the lucky one then.” Steve simply shrugs, going back to typing on his computer- just about ready to send Bucky a document they need to go over- the reason Bucky was here in the first place, believe it or not, not just to ogle at your ass.

“Maybe,” Bucky sighs, adjusting his pants slightly to relieve himself of their tightness as he continues to stare at you. He then turns to Steve after a moment, a sly smile gracing his face once more “So then I guess that means I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Steve scoffs again, hardly flinching at Bucky’s lowkey threat, “If you think she’ll do anything you say without me around, you’re delusional.” He shakes his head.

Bucky shrugs, leaning back in his chair as he takes one final look at you by the printer, bending over to reach the bottom compartment to pull out some more paper to refill it with. Your tits nearly spill out of your blouse a little from the gap you’ve left unbuttoned.

Fucking minx. And Steve has you all to himself?

“I’ll take it.” Bucky shrugs.

Now that was just unfair.

Bucky’s behaviour that day had left Steve feeling all weird. Jealous was definitely one emotion he was feeling.

Although, Bucky was his best friend and he trusted him with his life, there was just something about letting Bucky ruin you that didn’t entirely sit right with Steve. Because that’s exactly what would happen. Bucky would ruin you. Not like Steve hasn’t already- but at least Steve is soft with you.

Steve knows for a fact that Bucky would not be as tender.

And so, Steve did his best to keep you away from Bucky. For now, anytime he had a message to give Bucky, he’d do it himself. He kept you close by at most times or had you closely monitored via FRIDAY.

And when you weren’t working with him, he was keeping an eye on Bucky’s whereabouts instead. When you had a weaponry session, Steve even attended with the excuse of supervising because of a recent “incident”. There was no such incident. And Steve didn’t miss the way Bucky had to hold back from wrestling his best friend to the ground for cockblocking him.

But, despite this, Steve’s best was just not good enough.

You perk up at your desk as you hear the abrupt turning of the door handle and stare wide eyed at your boss as he enters through the door.

Steve offers you a sweet smile as he greets one of his favourite sights- you at your desk, “Hey, Sweetheart.” He beams, walking straight past you and over to his own desk where he needs to pick up a few things before his meeting with Tony.

You struggle to greet him in return, swallowing thickly before finally mustering a weak, “Morning, Steve,”

Steve furrows his brows softly as he turns to face you. You smile painfully at him, brows furrowing slightly as your fingers dig into the keys of your keyboard, “Is everything okay?” He asks worriedly, genuinely concerned since it looks like you’re about close to crying.

You take a moment to respond as you search Steve’s features for God knows what… perhaps knowing. When you feel a soft squeeze around your thigh, you jump slightly and clear your throat, “J-Just dandy.” You offer a fake smile as you go back to fake typing. The half written email now turning into a keyboard smash as you type nonsense.

Steve nods once, looking back down at his desk momentarily as he gathers his thoughts. Compiling his papers, he straightens them out before holding them firmly in his hand, willing his grip not to tear the pages on two.

“Sargent Barnes didn’t happen to come by, did he?” He asks on his way towards the door. You could’ve cried as he prolonged his stay.

Another squeeze of your thigh and you’re hiccuping, “Not that I know of.” You shake your head.

“Okay.” Steve nods finally, making a step closer to the door before he’s stopping again, “Are sure you’re okay?” You stare up at him with furrowed brows, feigning confusion but really you’re just in pain. Steve continues, stepping closer to your desk and you tense up, heart rate quickening, “If he’s said something to you or done something to you, you know you can tell me, right?” You nod briskly, trying to act as casual as possible. Steve then brings his hand up under your chin and you stop breathing for a moment as he leans in closer. One look down to your lap and you’re done for. You softly shut your eyes as his lips near yours, softly pecking the flesh of your lips a few times before retreating, “Good girl.” He praises and you have to hold the moan. He pulls away without a clue, finally nearing the door to his office, “Alright, I have a meeting, I’ll be back in time for lunch.”

You nod, “Have fun.” You muster finally as he disappears out of his office, shutting his office door behind him.

A pop off of your clit brings you back to your painstaking reality and you let out a small whimper that was at the back of your throat.

“Very good girl.” The brunette reiterates from between your thighs, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of you and his chin dripping with your arousal.

Meanwhile, right outside of the door, Steve doesn’t even need to have his ear pressed against his door to hear the lewd activities occurring right behind it. He knew the second he walked into the office and smelt his best friends cologne, mixed with your sweet slick, exactly what was going on.

“Fuckin’ punk.” He mutters, adjusting his raging hard on through his slacks before he’s storming off towards the conference room to have his meeting with Tony.

“Please,” You beg, “Steve won’t be happy if he finds out-“ No matter how good it felt, to have a man like Bucky between your thighs, underneath your skirt under your desk, devouring you like it was his last meal- you couldn’t help the guilt that settled deep within your stomach.

You betrayed Steve. What will he think of you? He’s obviously known Bucky a lot longer than he’s known you… it’s Bucky’s word over yours.

Bucky laughs against your clit, the action vibrating deep to your core and you try not to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Maybe if you hide your pleasure, he’ll stop… or at least Steve will somehow find out you didn’t enjoy it and thus, it wasn’t your fault.

But that’s precisely the problem.

You love it. It was taking absolutely every muscle in your body not to let out small sounds of pleasure as Steve roamed his office just before. It seemed almost that Bucky started licking, sucking and pumping much harder since Steve had entered.

Your thighs squeeze around Bucky’s head as he dives in once more. You’re just grateful Bucky had quietened the sloppy noises he was eliciting once Steve had walked in and you prayed and prayed to whatever God existed that Steve hadn’t heard anything with his great hearing.

Now that Steve is gone, you uncontrollably bring your hands down to Bucky’s hair. With your skirt now hiked up against your hips, you’re allowed easier access to his head whereas before, he had hidden himself underneath the fabric to conceal himself from Steve.

You whimper softly as his tongue laps mercilessly against your folds and his fingers pump in and out of you faster and faster.

Steve never went this fast. Hell, Steve hardly ever did both at the same time- a part of you wasn’t even sure that was possible but Bucky was quick to prove yourself wrong.

You really thought nothing of his entrance to Steve’s office. You smiled warmly up at him, letting him know that Steve wasn’t in at the moment despite it being obvious because of his lack of presence at his own desk.

But Bucky just smiled softly. And again, you thought nothing of it, but now it was all starting to make sense.

“Oh, that’s not a problem dolly.” He sweetly said, nearing your desk, “Guess that just means I get you all to myself.” He joked and you laughed innocently… stupidly.

He sat atop your small desk and you looked up at him expectantly. You couldn’t quite understand what it was he wanted from you if Steve wasn’t here. But if he simply just wanted to talk, then that was okay.

“He’s not overworkin’ you in here is he?” He asks light-heartedly and you huff a small laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” You blush, “He would never.” Steve treats you great… more than great. There are many benefits to working for Steve- but you couldn’t tell Bucky that. Even if he is Steve’s best friend, he can’t know about that…

“Well since you have so much free time, maybe you could start helping me out.” He picks up a random pen from your desk and starts fiddling with it, tapping it against your desk.

You stutter, “I’d have to ask Steve-“

 “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He cuts you off, “Steve and I share things all the time.”

You suppose that’s true. And plus, what could Bucky possibly ask you to do? Print out a few worksheets, help set up the obstacles and weapons for the other agents sessions? Easy peez.

“Okay,” You say tentatively though, “But if I get in trouble, I’m blaming you.” You joke as you raise a brow at him, smile breaking through your facade.

Bucky just blushes, raising his hands in defence, “I’ll happily take it.” You both share a small laugh then. But once it dies down, he’s pursing his lips, tilting his head. You’re too honed in on the doodles on your little notepad in front of you to pay any mind to it though. “Are you busy right now?” He asks and you scoff.

“Yeah, super busy right now.” You smile down at your page full of doodles.

“Well, then I have a job for you.” He says, hardly missing a beat. You look up at him, expecting him to still be seated atop your desk, but he’s standing now. You perk up, more attentive as he rounds the desk. You instinctively push your desk chair out a little as he gets closer to you- but that’s exactly what he wanted.

Your heart picked up a little as he neared and increased tenfold when he rested his hands on the arms of your chair, practically caging you in.

You could only smile nervously as you adjusted to his close proximity. The silence was killing you and his stare was even worse.

“W-What would you like me to do?” You ask, waiting for instruction.

He sighs comfortably as he slowly gets to his knees. You furrow your brows down at him as he moves his hands down to either of your thighs. You tense up almost immediately. You’re naive, sure, but you know for a fact that he shouldn’t be touching you there- so close to your-

“Just sit there and look pretty.”

The sudden curl of Bucky’s fingers cause you to gasp, clenching hard around his digits as they hit a spot only Steve had ever reached. Well, to be fair, Steve was the only person to ever give you such pleasure.

But you would be lying if you said what Bucky was doing to you didn’t feel good.

You can’t help but push Bucky’s head further against your core. He has no complaints as he suckles and flicks your clit with his skilful tongue.

You feel the familiar pressure building up in your stomach and alarm bells go off inside your head. But you don’t want it to stop.

God, you don’t want it to stop.

Your thighs loosen their grip around Bucky’s head as you let him devour you. His fingers no longer feel like blades and his tongue no longer a parasite. The guilt in the back of your mind slowly being eaten away by the pleasure overtaking all of your senses.

And Bucky does the same thing Steve does. He speeds up so fast you can’t believe it could get any faster and at the right moment too.

Your moans start turning silent as you arch your back off your chair. Your legs come up against your arm rests, allowing Bucky the utmost access to your flower.

Before your mind can curse you for referring to it as what only Steve was allowed to call it, you’re cumming. The elastic band that had been stretching inside of you finally snaps, a final lick of Bucky’s tongue and a curl of his fingers has you trembling around him, leaking out onto his tongue.

Your breath quivers as you stare down at the sight below you. Bucky laps up your juices, slowly pulling his fingers out of your weeping hole. He then moves onto his fingers, licking a few of them clean before he eyes you.

You’re honestly still in a state of shock, unbelieving that it all happened- wondering if its all just a figment of your imagination. Sure, you’ve stared a few times at Bucky, heart quickening whenever he’d handle you the way he did in training. But you’ve never thought about this.

It just felt wrong. Especially with Steve- oh, Steve-

Without warning, Bucky’s soaked fingers intrude past your plump lips. You whimper, unexpectedly around them as he plunges them further. You don’t gag, but you should’ve.

Oh, you should’ve. Why did you not? Bucky questions internally. Until he realises- remembers, really who he’s dealing with. And so, he can’t help the smile that breaks out onto his face at the thought. The sole idea that Steve has already trained you and your pretty little throat so well to take all of him.

Bucky’s eyes are enough to instruct you what you need to do to his fingers. You tentatively lick them clean, staring up at him in persistent fear. You feel as if one wrong move and he’ll do much worse than taste you. But you also have a feeling that is coming either way. Perhaps if you’re good, he’ll be gentle?

“Good girl,” He coos, relishing in the sight before finally pulling his fingers out.

You intake a much needed breath of air after having much of it robbed from you. You swallow thickly too, the residue you had cleaned off of Bucky’s fingers, a mixture of his saliva and your cum.

As you timidly stare at Bucky, you gasp sharply as he leans down and presses a final kiss to your clit. It’s overstimulating, but you hope it’s a kiss goodbye as he stands to his full height now.

When his hands begin to reach for his fly, however, your breath quivers. You start to shake your head, but before you can even beg no, he’s whipping his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and jerking it slightly.

You avert your gaze to stare up at him now rather than the terrifyingly large phallic before you. But as you gaze up at him, you’re not entirely sure that was the right decision as he smiles down at you sickeningly.

One of his hands comes down to prod at your chin, cupping it in his warm hand as he forces you to hold your stare up at him, “You better text Steve and tell him you’re too full for lunch.” He says and you furrow your brows curiously, letting out a small noise of confusion, “‘Cause I’m not gonna stop until I’m overflowin’ out of ya’.”

The second Tony had adjourned the meeting, Steve almost teleported to his office. He was lucky that Tony didn’t keep him back- but nevertheless everyone was a little surprised that he hadn’t stayed back regardless. He was the first person out the door- hardly kept it open for Natasha as he made a beeline for his office.

And he could already hear it.

He could faintly hear it in the conference room, everything. But it was quiet enough to drown out as he genuinely tried to regain focus. He just kept hearing muttering and a whimper every now and then that made his heart pick up.

So help Bucky if you’re hurt in any way.

As he gets closer and closer, he slows his steps so as to not look so suspicious. He makes sure no one is around when he opens his door. You know, because it wouldn’t exactly be the best thing to see- Steve’s secretary and agent being dicked down in his office by Bucky.

Outside of the door, his hand almost crushes the doorknob in his hand as he listens closely.

You blinked up at clock on Steves wall, right above the door and whimpered. It’s a little past 12… Steve is bound to be back any moment now. You squeeze your eyes shut, squeezing Bucky’s arm that you had been holding onto for dear life, “Steve’s… gonna walk in-“ You say so weakly you don’t even know if he hears you.

Bucky just laughs, hips never relenting, “Let him walk in.” He says and you softly gasp, “Let him see what a little slut you really are.” He brings a hand down to spank at your clit and you cry out- the pain and pleasure too much.

As if on cue, the door to Steve’s office had opened. If it weren’t for the small bit of light that flickered through the room momentarily, you wouldn’t have noticed, for you were too plagued with not losing yourself completely that any external noise fell on deaf ears.

Bucky’s hips stutter, but they never stop. Not even as he stares back at his best friend stood by the door.

Steve had entered the second he heard the slap, thinking the absolute worse. When he entered, and saw no possible way for Bucky to have slapped your cheek- both hands gripping either your thigh or hip tightly, he relaxed a little.

But there was no relaxing in this situation. Not when you truly had his best friends cock buried deep inside you.

Your gaze fixates on Steve, trying to speak. Trying to explain yet with no words eliciting. You offer pleading eyes, trying to convince him its not your fault. But you can’t read his features in return. He looks angry, but not as angry as you thought he’d be. If anything, he looks mostly jealous.

Your legs are spread open- almost far enough to cover the span of Steve’s desk as Bucky has you perched over the edge, scattered over all of the papers that had been neatly organised by yourself. Your dress is merely hiked up over your hips and from the angle Bucky has you- Steve has a view of everything.

“Just in time for the final showcase.” Bucky smirks, picking up the pace of his hips again and pounding back into your already bruised and battered flesh. Steve seethes as you almost lose focus on him from Bucky’s poundings. Your eyes fall hooded and your chest rises and falls much deeper now. But you keep you remain staring at Steve, though you’re unsure why or what even to do. “You really weren’t joking about this one.” Bucky breathes, a small smile gracing his lips as he runs his hand through his hair. He focuses his attention back to you and your breath hitches as he addresses you, “Show Stevie what I taught you.”

Your eyes widen and you gulp nervously, hand twitching. You look from Bucky to Steve and watch as Steve slowly nods his head once. What?

You gasp softly, but continue to watch as Steve’s eyes soften over and a much more comforting expression washes over him- almost encouraging you. Encouraging you to do as Bucky says.

You then look back at Bucky as you remove your hand from his arm. Looking back at Steve, you move your hand closer and closer until you reach your clit.

Steve’s eyes darken as he watches you begin a slow motion of your fingers, rubbing back and forth on your swollen, little clit.

By the looks of it, your pussy flutters around Bucky’s cock, as Bucky grunts softly. Steve knew the feeling all too well.

But, as Steve eyes his best friend’s cock that disappears inside of you, he sees red. His blood boils underneath his skin.

No fucking condom.

Clenching the folder tightly in his hand- so tight that his knuckles turn white, he mutters, “Don’t cum in her.”

Bucky stares down at his bare cock, before groaning, “But that’s no fun.” He whines, looking back at Steve, who’s far from joking or changing his mind. Bucky then sighs, figuring its the least he could do for Steve after doing everything else he did today, “Fine.” He mutters back.

Bucky grabs a firm hold on both of your thighs, fixing them around his waist before he’s absolutely taking over and pile-driving into your pussy.

You cry, hardly able to continue rubbing your clit as he pounds into you.

Bucky smiles at your weakness and takes over for you- putting up a front for Steve. Sure, he’ll take care of you- only when Steve is watching, of course. Perhaps if Steve wasn’t here and Bucky had you all to himself he would’ve bent you over his leg and spanked you silly for being such a dumb little slut.

The new angle Bucky places you in has him hitting further than he could ever before. And it’s far too much for you to handle. You throw your head back, fisting the wooden edge of Steve’s desk with one hand, with your weak hand still ghosting over your clit.

Bucky soon replaces your hand, pushing your limp one out of the way and using his own to rub at a much faster pace. His metal arm is cold against your skin, but you’re hardly concerned about it’s temperature as he rubs at a speed far beyond your comprehension. You’re not sure if it’s a result of his prosthetic or simply his strength- but Steve has never gone this fast before. Bucky’s fingers across your button feel like they’re vibrating, they’re rubbing so hard and fast.

When you gain the courage to look back over at Steve, he’s a few steps closer- sitting at the edge of your desk, arms folded across his big chest.

He’s just watching. Watching you get destroyed on his best friends cock.

You unknowingly clench when you look at Steve, driving Bucky further and further towards his edge. Bucky can’t even find it in himself to be angry that you’re probably thinking about Steve or wishing that he was Steve instead, because your sweet little pussy is all he could ever ask for.

Steve’s ear twitch at the sound of Bucky’s grunts and the fact that he’s still buried deep inside you, “Bucky.” Steve warns, threatens more like as Bucky almost cums inside of you because the second Steve speaks, Bucky is pulling out and jerking his cock over your core.

You bounce your eyes from one man to another. As Steve holds a scolding look on his face, and as Bucky harshly pulls out his cock and holds it over your cunt, it’s all so much for you.

His hand that’s still rubbing on your clit speeding up one final notch sending you over the edge just in time for Bucky’s first spurts of cum to land over your cunt.

You let out the loudest whimper of the day, back arching and eyes falling shut as the dam finally breaks. Your chest falls slowly as your head lolls against your shoulder- your mouth falling open out of pure exhaustion and need for more oxygen.

Bucky uncontrollably tunnels his vision on the thick dollops of cum that now rest over your pussy, mouth watering at the sight alone. He goes feral honestly, which is why he can’t control himself when he brings his metal fingers to clean up a puddle off of your skin and shove it into your mouth.

Much like Steve, you’re taken aback by it, but do your best to obey as Steve stands and in two big strides is pulling Bucky’s hand out of your mouth, “Alright, enough.” He pushes Bucky’s shoulder playfully- to which the brunette just sighs as he stumbles back into one of Steve’s armchairs in front of his desk, hard cock still out.

Once Bucky’s body is no longer between your legs, you immediately squeeze them together, concealing yourself as Steve approaches.

You dip your head nervously, avoiding his gaze slightly as you try and sit up straight.

He plucks a few tissues from the box on the corner of his desk before he delicately moves your legs bag apart. You honestly flinched at his touch, your mind convincing you that even though Steve had watched the whole time, had encouraged both you and Bucky and only stepped in when Bucky was about to go against his wishes, you still felt like he was mad. Or what you did was wrong. Because… well, it was. No matter if Steve approved or not, it was wrong.

“I’m sorry.” You find yourself mumbling, eyes cautiously raking up his frame, guilt ridden inside of them.

Steve halts his actions as he takes you in, before shaking his head and cleaning you up with the tissue, “It’s okay.” He wipes away Bucky’s cum from your cunt, gentle around your clit, knowing how sensitive it would be, “Remember when I told you that this would be our little secret?” He suddenly asks and you nod, “And I told you not to touch or let anyone else touch you? Only me?”

You blink up at him, slowly remembering the conversation word for word, “… O-Or Sargent Barnes if I’m lucky.” You quote him. A part of that speech that had flown over your head in the moment, but is making so much sense now as you look over at Bucky tucking himself into his pants blissfully.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, reaching for your hands softly to wipe them clean from your own slick, “Well, he got a little… impatient.” He says, placing emphasis on the word ‘impatient’ as he gives Bucky a once over. Steve turns back to you, pulling your dress down from your hips. He was about to question where your panties were, but knowing Bucky as he did, he had a faint idea of where they were. Meanwhile, you’re stuck in your own little world, processing all of Steve’s words. He knew this whole time… it was always going to happen, eventually at least and Steve was totally okay with it. Steve noticed the far off look on your face, so he brings a hand up to cup your cheek and pull you back to him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, I thought it might be a nice surprise.” You smile softly- it was definitely a surprise! Not exactly a nice one. “He’ll take care of you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken as you make brisk contact with them. Yeah, he’ll take good care of you. Only when you deserve it, of course. Which, Bucky isn’t sure you always do- maybe to Steve standards, but certainly not to Bucky’s.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader

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platypies · 24 days

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my cult of the lamb modern au because this idea has been cooking in my brain for the past week

excuse my rambles this is probably gonna be extremely unorganized and random but I DONT CARE RAAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥

also i just learned how to do one of those break things so my ramblings are under the break

narinder is a single dad to baal and aym, he adopted the twins when they were about three years old. i didn't think too much about jobs he could have and stuff so idk. he's been no contact with his siblings for a few years at this point after an incident (don't worry they'll all make up at some point)

in this au, the lamb's name is agnus. their friends just call them their last name, lambert (it's silly i know). agnus grew up in the south (southern accent lamb is real trust) and moved up north right before high school. they were pretty popular in high school had a huuuge crush on narinder (who was not at all popular for his reputation of being a dick and probably starting fights) all four years. they end up becoming an elementary school teacher, and imagine their surprise when on parent-teacher conference night, their old high school crush walks in after not seeing him for more than 10 years after graduation.

the bishops are all biological siblings (half-siblings, since they're all different species) they all got the tall genes though, except for leshy. they're also all autistic. i don't make the rules here (yes i do)

shamura is probably a lawyer? (cause... knowledge and stuff??? idk.) they're definitely the type of sibling to bring up embarrassing childhood memories and keep photo albums of their siblings to show and embarrass them with lol. they also still text narinder every holiday/birthday to wish him well, even though he never replies. they definitely worry about and miss their baby brother

kallamar is a doctor. don't rlly have much to say about him but narinder definitely still freaks him out. i also like to think he took up painting or something art related as a hobby as some kind of way to destress with his anxiety and everything

heket is a professional chef. she probably scares little kids on the street with her rbf. absolutely has anger issues too. actually, think of gordon ramsay if he was a lesbian and a frog. there she is. also didn't have too much to say about her either oops

leshy probably does something plant related? not too sure yet. anyways like i said, he's the only one who didn't inherit the bishop tall genes. his siblings ABSOLUTELY make fun of him for it. also, i imagine his first word was 'fuck', because at that point narinder realized if he said a word enough times at his baby brother, he would probably repeat it. shamura was less than happy with this.

anyways those are kind of my little thoughts on this au i MIGHT write about it sometime if i get the plot in order idk

if anyone has any thoughts feel free to share them i'd love to hear them

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl leshy #cotl lamb #cotl aym #cotl baal #aym and baal #narilamb #shamura #kallamar #narinder #heket #leshy

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kanmom51 · 11 months

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The terms JK has used to describe JM

You don't realize there are so many terms JK used to describe JM until you start digging. I tried. I honestly did. To bunch them all together into one post. But I 100% know that I've missed something, forgot something on the way. So, I apologize in advance for that.

But then, I went to all the trouble to create this post, so what am I apologizing for?

Lol.

Just know there is probably more that I missed (and probably the most obvious I should have remembered off the batt - shame on me).

Let's get started, why don't we?

Nice

This is a term JK used to describe JM multiple times.

JK 15 June 2015:

Well, damn.

What do I do with this one?

I like JM's personality - he's nice, he treats me well.

I find JM attractive - his eyes are really beautiful when he smiles (not pretty, not beautiful, but "really beautiful" was his choice of words).

I find JM charming - no one can match his charm among the members.

If I were a girl I would want to date JM.

In one go we have:

Nice

Attractive

His eyes really beautiful when he smiles.

Charming.

And to top it up, we have A declaration of intent.

Charming

Well, just look above you, we have the charming.

But also:

Cute

This one is one we get on repeat.

And you know what? No wonder it is, given cute IS JK'S TYPE.

So, what has JK found cute about JM?

His toes.

His pinky

His sneezes.

His existence.

Gave JM the cute award.

Here you will find many more JM cute mentions:

And yep, there we go again.

And because we established JK's type is CUTE, then let's enjoy this too, why don't we?

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Pretty

Pretty eyes:

Notice the use of the term REALLY both times he talks about JM's eyes? Really beautiful and really pretty are the terms he used.

Very pretty.

Pretty. Period.

Sexy

Sexy expression.

and this:

Which until this day I do not understand how he got away with.

"Ohhh! Jimin's sexy."

Exclamation mark of course.

Black swan JM sexy (oh, and elegant too):

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And let's go out with a bang, why don't we?

Extremely sexy.

No. It wasn't enough to say that JM is sexy. Nope. He's extremely sexy!! Listen to JK. He definitley knows.

His final looks ranking

Now, you see, JK used to have to do these in the early years. Have to because he was asked to in interviews and shows. And in the early years he was a little/big shit, and used to rank JM last. I do think he had his reasons for it (didn't want to show his crush, didn't want to rank the older hyungs last, JM was the one he was closest with and it was easier for him to maybe apologize later on or maybe he thought he could make it up to him later), but whatever they were, what he did was inexcusable, because he really hurt JM by doing this (you clearly see it in the last ranking he was asked to do in 2014). Sadly, I'm not sure he was mature enough to understand it yet. In early 2015 he was asked about it, why he ranks JM last? Is JM really unattractive in his opinion? And his immediate answer was no. That he did it for laughs. Again, not understanding how hurtful it was.

But you see, JK didn't think JM wasn't good looking. Quite the opposite. He even said it, just not loud enough, not where it had more of an impact (I mean, look at how those clips circulate and fans really do believe this is what JK thought back in the day while he obviously did not).

Do you see what I see?

"In BTS Jimin Park's role is being #1 in looks".

Peeps, this is way backsies in 2015!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what JK thought about JM, not those stupid rankings where he thought he was there to entertain the audience delivering JM as the sacrificial lamb, maybe thinking JM's over the top reactions would be entertaining (outwards, cause he too thought he was there to entertain the audience and in the meantime was hurt to the core).

Before I move on to JK's final ranking in 2019, his "making things right for all to see and hear", I want to us to look a little more at that description JK wrote way back in 2015. You still see the hesitation not to give him a too outstanding mark in looks (he ranks him #1 in BTS but only gives him a 50 out of 100 mark). This could be him not wanting to show his crush or not wanting it to go to JM's head, lol. With the way JK was behaving, at times having to scrape his tongue off the floor and others having to adjust the jewels, I would say that in his head that mark was way higher than a 50, lol.

JM's charm points: eye smile, strong body, thighs (man has a thing for thighs too, we know that).

But our boy, he grew up. He matured. He understood. And he wanted to set things straight. Because to him, 2019 JK, JM ranked no. 1 in looks (surprise surprise) not on paper, but bringing it up as a question he 'happened' to pick, out loud. No real ranking was going on, it was only important for him for everyone to know that JM was #1.

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Cute, sexy, lovely

Just for funsies. The lethal combination.

Always no. 1 to him

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Now, this one is so much bigger than people give it. The way JK talks to JM, media room, all media outlets there, mid a sort of interview, there is a reason JM was trying to flee the scene, lol. JK calling him Jimin-ah like that, and following with "where you going?". This is his hyung, his elder, it's just not done, and most definitley not in the surroundings they were in. So yes, this one is big. JK dropping the honorifics calling him Jimin-ah, using a term of affection, and following it with "you're always no. 1 to me."

Handsome

he doesn't really use that term too much when it comes to JM.

But he did use it once that I can think of:

Maybe because it's a little detached, less personal. While pretty, especially a man calling another man pretty, that feels more personal. Pretty is not a term usually used to call a man, even more so by another man. This was back in 2015 and from the interaction we can see that JM was definitley not used to JK complimenting him. He got so flustered and felt there was an ulterior motive, which there was to start with, but definitley not after the success of JK's mission after the first time he called JM and got the "thank you" he was supposed to get.

Anyway, I can't for the life of me (getting old maybe) cannot think of another occasion, especially a later one, where JK calls JM handsome.

A fallen angel

Shameless:

When asked what he liked about JM who is sitting next to you, JK's answer was:

Not a description but when asked what part of JM's body is his favorite, JK's reply was:

His whole body.

This man is totally smitten.

And just incase after all of this you still don't think JK is head over heals for JM, I give you exhibit 20,171,108:

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#jikook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #terms jk used to describe jm #jk calling jm cute #jk calling jm sexy #jk calling jm pretty #Youtube

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cialovesklopp · 1 year

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — realizing that one is actually in love is a process being done with your best friends

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 6.2k

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — actually don't know why this chapter was so difficult to write so i hope it turned out fine. it's kind of a filler chapter but only preparing you for what's about to come also wanna thank my bestie @cl16version for helping me write this chapter, don't think i would have finished without her

mon amour — masterlist

every relationship is built on love and trust. both so different and yet, deep down, are based on the same fundament.

the history of love and its different types went back decades; maybe even centuries. in definition, english literature has found it to be a simple feeling of deep affection and intimacy. but it was also the same english literary, that had given the word « love » a much important, higher meaning.

shakespeare’s romeo and juliet had opened the world to different types of love, erasing the standard of the typical love scenarios known to the world and making place for the difficult and painful ones. but whether it was the most powerful one, had never been known to humans.

were feelings of hatred and disdain turned into passionate feelings stronger than the love, built up on years of friendship? the affection that grew after years of true care for each other? the true kind of love could not find its veritable definition. the connection based on the free will of two people somehow defied physics when it was analyzed deeply.

but trust was not any easier. in fact it turned out to be even harder because how could one person be able to trust another person blindly? when one doesn’t even trust himself, how would one be able to trust another human, with the same flaws as itself?

for amara, love had always been somewhat suspicious to her. the idea of sharing herself to another person, letting that person into the deepest parts of her did not seem very appealing to her. she could never truly let go of her. if you wanted to love her, you had to satisfy yourself with the 90% she allowed you to have. and yet, even with her carefulness and high-alert to it, she had trusted and given 95% of herself.

she couldn’t trust anymore — how could she? not when the additional five percent she had allowed evan to have, had been used against her. he had humiliated her before breaking her heart. the stepping and trashing of it did not help her very much. but the trust she had given away and it had been misused, she would always cry after it.

evan and her had lived in completely different worlds and yet a whisper of media and suddenly they found themselves on the same platform. maybe if she never had gone to that beauty event, he wouldn’t have talked to her. and her so-called friends could have never pushed her to seek after him if they hadn’t been captured by the press. the moment she would have tasted the poison of him — the moment she should read the articles of him and her instead of crushing on him — she would’ve spit him out and left his radar at the first chance she would have got.

she had been naive back then. a child thrown into the celebrity world with no one to guide her, fresh meat for the hungry wolves, just waiting for a weak lamb to stumble upon them. it was clear that he had used her — the young rising star, being thrown into the industry without any knowledge — it was easy to use her. to amara, evan represented the false friend, the crisis of her faith when she had not been sure whether to even accept his invitation.

amara had seen the red flags and deliberately chosen to ignore them — her first mistake. she knew she should have left him when he had started downgrading her but she stayed — her second mistake. another door had opened when she had met his parents and they had undermined her, racist side marks the entire evening and she had taken them all and yet she had stayed. another mistake. there had been so many signs that she had chosen to ignore — simply, because he had made her feel loved, desired. and the bullet had hit her when her safety bubble had burst.

it had never been clear to her what had been her motive. why she couldn’t have just gone on her way instead of blushing and attire his attention. evan had never made it worth staying, amara realized as she looked back even though deep down she knew the reason. why she had never left.

evan had always given her enough to make her stay, ignore the bright red flags and issues he had. she had been young, a fresh adult with no experiences on love. he had realized quickly, he had enough good to make her stay through the bad. to never even question a leave. she endured cheating scandals because he knew how to win her back, he knew how to make the bad outweigh the good for a moment before all began again.

in the end, she celebrated his love and he tolerated it.

she regretted a lot of thing but mostly, the loss of her innocent adult years. where memories used to be things that made her smile and not emotions that could be used as weapon. every touch he had left on her had turned out to be a scar, ugly and dark, carving her for life. she had not planned on trusting again.

and then life introduced her to kylian.

he somehow made the idea of love less disgusting. showed her the kind type of love that also existed. that next to painful and unstable it could also be reassuring and calming. still it wasn’t sufficient for an “us”. and kylian was left, picking up the pieces.

the longer she stayed in her relationship, the smaller the pieces got, her heart breaking so many times, some pieces would never be found again. but kylian had found a solution — he would fill the gaps with love. and somehow it was working and she found herself falling again, the easy part of love.

their relationship was blooming like the first flower fighting her way through after decades of ice growing over its ground. he broke the high walls that had built around her, had formed a security wall. a new bond had been created between them, building and strengthening over their deepness and the easiness of being vulnerable in front of each other.

that they knew where they were standing with each other, made it even easier for amara. she could be open with kylian, there were no overthinkings with him, no contemplating. her relationship with kylian allowed her to be her own true self.

and the changes of it were quickly recognisable, with smiles becoming more and more frequent. gloomy eyes were replaced with bright grins and her eyes were slowly starting to regain their twinkle back, the origin of her success and career.

with kylian waiting for amara to get her trust and confidence back, the singer started to open up more, go back to her old sunshine-self as she had been known as. the balance in her life was restoring, equalizing her career and private life again. and amara could go back to living in bliss, actually experiencing the innocent feeling of amore, she had not been allowed to feel during her time with evan.

she was falling hard like a plane flying straight-down to the ground. the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding her heart, becoming more and more each second she passed with the french striker. the realization had struck her at night, as she had worked on her song, hitting her with the speed of lighting: she was undeniably in love with him.

she was swimming in a sea of emotions, with no shore or land in sight. her eyes viewed kylian in a different light now — he wasn’t the charming footballer anymore, with easygoing and playful character. instead he had upgraded to the man, who had giving her inspiration again. her muse and for amara, this held higher significance than anything else.

how she had ever lived without him, she didn’t know. how could she have made all these days in Paris without the air in her apartment spreading the scent of love and comfort, the certain safety that looked everywhere whenever he was there. she cherished every second spent in his presence, treasuring each moment as if it were a precious gem.

Amara had given kylian everything. she was willing to repeat her mistake, let him have a part of her she had never given away before. all the times she stood in front of the mirror and since the entry of his life, all of sudden she saw herself different. as if she had never seen herself before.

and kylian knew she was scared. he was aware she was hoping to be spared of all this, the process of falling in love again, afraid of all those dark feelings returning from her previous failed relationship. but she wasn’t alone in her feelings. deep down, he was scared too, angst sometimes lurking in his mind as he thought about her and their growing relationship. but just as quickly as those feelings came, they were gone again and it all started to make sense to him again — he would take the leap of faith anytime again.

they would never admit to each other just how much the other meant to them — both afraid to overstep boundaries.

it was the reason why kylian would never know how much it meant to her when he would hold her, press tiny kisses on her temple when they sat down to watch a movie. how it was able to change the way she saw herself when he complimented her. she was willing to give herself to him if he accepted the part of her, she had never let loose before.

and amara would never know, she was the reason, he was being himself again. she would never hold the knowledge that the night they had met, had been for him to grow out of his misery after his own failed relationship. how her messages transferred smiles onto his faces that even his teammates started to grow suspicious.

a certain vulnerability loomed over them, their hearts exposed to the other. and that same vulnerability was covered with soft smiles, silent confessions of love, glimpses into the depths of each others’ souls. love had the power to transform, to shape and create. it was able to bury insecurities, flaws, hatred… love had the power to give new beginnings to old things.

especially in her case, love had given her something so important, it had given her inspiration, a new muse for her music. kylian fitted her in every way possible. even more because he loved her just because she — in his eyes. in his eyes she wasn’t amara imani, and he had fallen in love with her plain self, with her just being amara.

she didn’t need to be more to make his world lighten up, her laugh was enough. and she didn’t need to wear makeup to be the most beautiful girl in the room — she could wear a potato bag and still win miss universe in his opinion.

sometimes even the simplest of loves were the most beautiful ones. the one, where one could see how trust and love were built around moments spent with each other, finding your soulmate, best friend in your loved one. world’s could never describe how this was an entire different feeling from just falling in love. and loving every part, every flaw and still seeing beauty was another different thing.

even to herself, amara couldn’t explain why kylian’s laugh attracted her so much. it could have been his body, after all he was built very well, his face, his status — but no, for amara the most attractive thing on kylian was his smile.

she started to drown out, not even listening anymore but just memorizing his smile to the finest detail. the way, kylian couldn’t help but to laugh before even recounting what had happened that made him burst into laughter like this. she gazed at him with so much love in her eyes, adoration, fondness. his giggles filled the air, tearing all of amara’s attention to them as he recounted with animated gestures. the last thing she remembered was that something funny at training session had happened today but what exactly it was, she didn’t know. by then she had already completely spaced out, staring at kylian instead and his smile.

the time passed with amara and kylian are still lost in each other’s company. they both enjoyed the moments where they did not have to wear a mask, could be completely themselves. they were only amara and kylian with each. two normal persons, trying to navigate their way through life. but of course, they couldn’t escape it forever, time and responsibilities always caught up.

glancing at the clock, she gasped when she saw how late it already was. truthfully, for their standards, it wasn’t really late but she knew kylian had an away match tomorrow and couldn’t afford to be tired there.

“kylian,” she began softly, nudging the french forwards’ shoulder, “it’s late. you need to go.”

“are you trying to get rid of me?” he retorted jokingly, grinning at her.

she rolled her eyes, amusement clear on her face, “never. but you have an away match and i kind of don’t fancy you being benched.”

he gasped, putting a hand on his heart dramatically. “omg, you actually care for me.” he exclaimed, his grin spreading wider when she lightly slapped him neck this time. “but are you actually going to watch my match this weekend?”

“you’re acting as if i haven’t watched your last two matches.” she replied sarcastically.

kylian waved dismissively, “yeah but we lost those. and i’m really sure we’re going to win this one. and, i don’t mean to brag, but i kind of am a big deal so it should be really entertaining.”

amara bursted out laughing, placing a hand in front of her mouth to stop her but it was useless. “sure…,” she trailed off, a mocking tone distinguishable in her voice. “it’s not like i have anything better to do this weekend, no of course not. i can already feel how excited i am to watch you run after a ball for one and a half hours.”

“glad to know this is how you feel about me,” kylian replied, his face scrunching up which made amara laugh even more.

“you should start selling tickets just for people to watch you, not the team but just you.” amara suggested, “it’ll be called the donatello experience, after all you do kind of look like him. but the wish version.” she added, squirming when kylian suddenly started to tickle her.

her laughter rang through the entire apartment, her begs going down in laughs as kylian tickled her all over. it was perfect. this moment was everything her and even were not and for the first time in a long time. amara was not thinking about her worries, the only thing on her mind was kylian - her kylian. she knew that god was a woman, but her favorite angel was definitely kylian.

“you think it’s an insult, i take it as a compliment,” he stated proudly and amara raised her eyebrows, an incredulous expression on her face at his words. “but you know, you’re kind of right. i should definitely start the mbappé experience. i mean after all, who wouldn’t want to see this beauty,” he let a hand run down his face, posing extravagantly which started another small laugh flash of amara.

“people would start reclaiming their money if they spent it to watch you fall every twenty minutes. but what’s money when you can watch the imperialistic, majestic, phenomenal kylian mbappé try to score goals, right?”

“ha ha,” he replied dryly, glaring at the singer in front of him. “aren’t you funny?”

amara smirked, mischievous glint in her eyes, “i know i am. you don’t have to remind me.”

“and people say, i have a big ego,” kylian muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for amara to hear, “they clearly haven’t met you.”

“your ego is bigger than france itself,” amara retorted, “i’m just trying to match your energy.”

“glad we’re on the same page.”

“of course we are. if it wasn’t for me, who would remind you of your frequent moments of mediocrity and knock you off your high horse?” amara explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “i’ll be here, sitting on my couch, cheering you on as i watch you miss a penalty by a mile.”

instead of answering with another sarcastic comment, the french striker stood up and pulled off the blue psg-hoodie he was wearing. amara’s eyes widened as she spotted his abs, clearly visible through the tight white shirt he was wearing beneath. he threw it into amara’s lap without another word, the smell of his cologne immediately picked up by her nose.

“you’re giving me your hoodie? what for? i can easily order myself a psg jersey,” she questioned, looking at him confused.

he shrugged dismissively again, “faut que je encourage mon plus grand supporter, tu ne trouve pas? without whose words, i probably wouldn’t have scored my incoming hattrick.” — don’t you think?

she pulled the sweatshirt closer to her chest and put it on, laughing as she saw how big it was on her body. “aww, thank you. you thought of me. to how many girls have you already given this?”

“none,” kylian replied deadpan, nodding in affirmation when amara raised her eyebrows. “you’re the first.”

“i feel honored, thank you so much. maybe, i’ll sell it on ebay.” she said cheerfully and threw a last glance at the time on her phone. “kylian, you really need to go now if you don’t plan on warming the bench tomorrow.”

he held his hands up in surrender. “d’accord, je m’en vais déjà.” — okay, i’m already leaving

kylian lifted himself up from the sofa, reaching for his belongings. amara quickly put on some slippers and accompanied him to the door, in a way it felt like this was a death march. as if amara would never see him again, which was quite the opposite in reality. they had spent the whole day together, yet it felt like it wasn’t enough. to the two of them not even forever could fill their need for one another, and with kylian going away for a match. their need to be close to each other had never been stronger.

they stood at the door, looking at each other, their regards completely enamored. his hand brushed gently against hers, surroundings entirely drowning out. for some reason, this goodbye felt different. the usual warmth was discernible in his eyes, the smell of his cologne filled the air, intensified this time because of his hoodie that was gracing her body, a comfortable atmosphere laid around them. and yet, neither moved. they were caught in their moment.

it reminded amara of their first meeting, the morning after. when they had been at his apartment and she was in kylian’s position. they would have stayed there too for hours if her phone hadn’t rang. but this time, there were no distractions. it was just the two of them, waiting for the other to make a move and yet neither of the two wanted to disrupt the moment.

he contemplated in his head, mind running high — was this the moment he had longed for? when she would finally make a step forward instead of her three steps back each time something like this happened? all he wanted to do at the moment was to take her head into his palms and press his lips on hers. but he also knew that it wouldn’t be fair towards her.

she needed the time to heal and move forward from her insecurities, her doubts about love. and he had sworn to himself several times to give it to her. he could wait for years, it would be okay. she was the only woman in his thoughts at the moment. they didn’t need to rush. for him, it was the most obvious thing that he liked her in every kind of way. they could be in a room full of diamonds and yet she would still shine the brightest.

he leaned down, close enough to hear amara’s heart beat pound quickly, his lips brushing her skin swiftly as he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. for a second everything stood still, the earth stopped in its tracks. and it was just them, as the innocent gesture made them both freeze. was it the wrong decision? maybe. was it too soon? maybe. but all kylian could say was he did not regret it.

the kiss did not leave them unbothered. the sensation of his touch, his skin on hers sent shivers down her spine, the spot where he had kissed her burning with heat. and yet she felt a bit of disappointment. a part of her had thought it would have been more, longed for more.

and kylian somehow sensed it. he could feel her bit of disappointment that was going through her. he placed her hands in his, smiling at her fondly, so much love in his gesture, “i know you’re disappointed. but i did not want our first kiss to be a goodbye kiss. i promised myself, i would make our first kiss unforgettable and wait till you’re ready for us.”

as he spoke, how could she be mad at him? when he was that considerate of her feelings; when he was able to read her like an open book? she looked up at him, eyes reflecting every of her emotions that she currently felt and a smile broke out on her lips.

“will you wait forever?”

“if you want me too, i will.”

“you’re too good for me, ky,” amara muttered, still playing with the footballer’s hands.

he shook his head, her smile mirroring on his face, “not too good. just perfect.” he leaned his back towards the wall, watching their reflection in the mirror. “he didn’t deserve you. he never did.”

as they slowly, with lots of reluctance let go of each other’s hands, another atmosphere built up. they didn’t have to say anything, they knew what they thought. next to the warmth and love filling the air, there was also a sense of safety. they felt safe with each other. she wasn’t just amara anymore, the person he fell in love with and wanted to show her his love. she had changed into amara, the person he felt safe with that he loved.

the first time they had been in this situation, the roles were reversed and he had to hold on to the hope of it all, that they would meet again. that she wouldn’t push him back, and she hadn’t. so even though she had never been his, he had lived for her. given things up for her because his sense of amore had been so innocent, so hopeful that their faiths would intertwine.

“so… i can count on you cheering me on from your couch?”

she nodded firmly, “no place i would rather be at that time,” she replied in the same cheerful tone, her soft smile still decorating her face. “by the way, it wouldn’t have been a goodbye kiss,” she added as kylian stepped through the door, her words making the french forward stop and turn around.

“well, this isn’t a goodbye, cherié,” he responded, “just a, see you soon.”

both were grinning widely when amara closed the door behind her. a cocktail of emotions rushed through her, her mind replaying the past few minutes in her head over and over. her hand reached for her cheek, the touch of his lips on her cheek still recent. even as she sat down on the couch, her mind still thought back to the moment they had shared at the door, their step forward.

even kylian couldn’t wipe the smile of his face as he made his way home. he ignored the questionable look from his chauffeur, his mind still thinking back to the moment that had just happened. the soft and gentle kiss he had left on her cheek held much more significance. it was a symbol for their step forward.

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AMARA: i kind of miss you guys scratch that, i actually miss you so much

LIYAH: this bitch drunk again?

r u drunk again? you’re only emotional when you’re drunk

AMARA: can’t a girl miss her besties

GRACE: nah, she’s definitely drunk we literally talk to each other over the phone every day in case you forgot, i’m your pr-manager

AMARA: choke i’m not drunk i just miss seeing you, it’s been weeks

GRACE: aww, we miss seeing your beautiful face too

GRACE: but she’s kind of right, it’s actually been kind of long since we all saw each other

AMARA: paris is lonely without y’all next girls night out is on me

LIYAH: we’re sorry not everybody can go into hiding immediately

AMARA: acting as if i did this on purpose anyway i’m bored by the way, did you see the article about e*an and his girlfriend at the MTV awards?

LIYAH. i thought we agreed not to talk about this asshole anymore BUT LIKE SAME AND THE WAY THEY’RE SAYING, YOUR THE ONE LEFT BEHIND

GRACE: we can always sue them if you want this was more than just talking about henderson and his new trophy girlfriend they woke up and chose violence

AMARA: it’s the part where they say ‘i pale in comparison to her’ like, i’m sorry my job is not to just sit still and look pretty

LIYAH: that nepo baby has probably never worked even lifted a finger to work for something

GRACE: don’t worry i’ll take care of it and e*an will definitely eat his words “not truly working between us” THAT BITCH

AMARA: his text messages say different but who cares?

GRACE: do me the favour though and don’t go on social media rn, it’s shitty there

LIYAH: gracey’s kind of right, it does look bad at the moment AMARA: dw wasn’t planning to anyway, i’m over it already so liyah, how was fashion week?

LIYAH: great lots of free alcohol and great clothes

AMARA: where was it again?

LIYAH: in the south of france monaco = lots of casinos and alcohol

GRACE: speaking of monaco…

LIYAH: yesssss

AMARA: liyahhhhhhhh

LIYAH: amaraaaaaaaa

AMARA: WHAT’S THIS GRACE JUST SEND ME PRIVATELY? YOU HAVE A NEW MAN? YOU BAGGED CHARLES LECLERC!!!!

GRACE: AND SHE PROBABLY WOULDN’T HAVE TOLD US IF WE DIDN'T ASK AFTER FASHION WEEK

LIYAH: guys….

AMARA:

THIS YOU?

LIYAH: i didn’t know it spread this quick but let me add, his ferrari collection>>>>> and he feeds me pasta everyday

GRACE:

SPILL BITCH

AMARA: yess, we wanna know the deeds how did this shit happen

LIYAH: well, i was supposed to go on blind date but asshole never showed up charles ordered me a bottle of wine and joined me later than, apparently he saw me being sad

GRACE: omgggg

one night stand??

LIYAH: nahhh we went on a few days before he popped the question and he’s literally amazing skilled everywhere

AMARA: damn, girl not even james made you swoon like that

GRACE: she deep in

LIYAH: james could have never let’s not disrespect charles like that james would have never let me drive his pista

AMARA:

PISTA? A FERRARI PISTA

LIYAH: he has a customized one

AMARA:

JEALOUSSSS (don’t you dare quote my song now)

GRACE: but like, how’s it going?

LIYAH: he’s so charming and cute and perfect. i feel like every adjective i try to use does not fit, it’s too good. and his smile — his smile is adorable. especially with his dimples. impossible not to fall for him.”

AMARA:

WE NEED TO MEET HIM ASAP

GRACE: he got our girl down bad

AMARA: she’s actually in love

LIYAH: but like jokes aside, i really like him like him and me are

there are no situationships, no toxic exes it’s perfection — well, more like he’s perfection and brings out the best in me

AMARA: she’s in love let’s hope he doesn’t screw it up like james did.

GRACE: if he does, ferrari red won’t be the only one he’s seeing

AMARA: but we can’t wait to meet him in person

LIYAH: how about we stop talking about my man and focus on the reason, amara’s hyped again

GRACE: YES CAUSE WHY IS THIS BITCH CALLING ME AT TWO O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING

LIYAH: AND DON’T EVEN TRY TO DENY IT WE’VE KNOWN YOU FOR YEARS

GRACE: SPILL THE BEANS

AMARA: don’t know what you’re talking about there’s no one

LIYAH: at least try to sound convincing

we’re your best friends your soul sisters

GRACE: by definition it’s our job to pry into your life

LIYAH: TELL US, WHO GOT YOU DOWN

AMARA: fine so there’s this guy, kylian and we met here

LIYAH: SHE ACTUALLY HAS A MAN

GRACE:

AMARA: not gonna lie my heart is going crazy for him like he is kind of perfect

GRACE: OMGGG WHAT HAS THIS BITCH BEEN KEEPING FROM US

LIYAH: SPILL what’s he like?

AMARA: he’s incredibly talented firstly and his smile could literally light up a room

LIYAH: IT’S GETTING GOOD

AMARA: idk how to describe but like we just click, we don’t have to say anything but immediately understand each other and he’s actually making me laugh and keeps up with my sarcasm

GRACE:

LIYAH: SHE IS DOWN BAD

GRACE: does he know you feel bout him that way?

AMARA: he knows like, we both know that we have feelings but i told him, i’m not ready and he understands that said, he was willing to wait for me

GRACE: KEEP HIM

LIYAH: HE’S PERFECT

GRACE: what does he even look like?

AMARA:

LIYAH: WHO IS THAT? WAIT I THINK I KNOW HIM

GRACE: DAMN AMARA WHAT THE HELL BITCH HOW COULD YOU KEEP HIM FROM US

LIYAH: HE’S THAT PLAYER FROM PSG RIGHT? THE FRENCH STRIKER SCORED THREE GOALS IN THE WC FINAL??

GRACE: A FOOTBALL PLAYER? AMARA??? INCOMING FACETIME CALL:

giggling, amara accepted the call quickly, her smile widening as she stared at her two best friends. her laugh intensified, looking at liyah’s serious face.

“usually, i am the first to veto football players but if he’s anything like what you told us,” liyah trailed off excitingly, “if you don’t go for him, i will personally smack the shit out of you.” liyah threatened jokingly, “that man literally has you smiling like the cheshire cat and—”

“is that his hoodie?” grace cut her off, pointing at the navy blue sweatshirt on amara’s body. their eyes immediately spotted the small number seven, engraved at the top corner of the shirt.

she looked away shyly, nodding and instantly laughing at the shocked faces of her friends. “he gave it to me, sort of support. said that, if i can’t come to his matches, then at least i’ll be supporting him through my phone.”she explained, smiling brightly.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” grace questioned her incredulously, while liyah was still looking for words to describe the behavior of their friend. “HE IS DOWN FOR YOU.”

“girls, it’s not that easy. i like him, i truly do but things are not the same for me as they were for you and charles.” amara muttered, her smile shining less. “i can’t just go for him.”

their expressions were soft, a certain fondness for their best friend recognizable as they looked at her. liyah spoke first, “if this is because of evan, i can promise you, it’s not going to be like that the next time. this time, we’re here and not those fake, backstabbing snakes. and the moment we see a red flag in kylian, we’ll make sure he never ever plays football again.”

she sighed heavily, hands running frustratingly over her face. “i am a mess at the moment. i can’t even step outside because of this stupid scandal. and he’s kylian, france’s golden boy. he doesn’t deserve to be dragged down because of me.” she confessed, a heavy weight falling off her shoulders.

“amara, the last thing you need to do is think of yourself as a burden.” grace told her in a scolding tone, “kylian is old enough to choose whom he wants to associate himself with. and if chose you, that’s because he likes you. you literally said that he was willing to wait till you were ready to move forward.”

“men like them only come once in a lifetime,” liyah added to support grace’s statement. “and sometimes you just have to trust. don’t take this as me pushing you to get into a relationship but we want you to figure it out. you’re the only one who knows when you’re ready or not and neither your reputation nor your career are going to change that. it’s just you.”

“is it even a good idea for two celebrities to date? i don’t need a repeat of what happened with evan. this thing escalates again and i’m done,” she explained worriedly. “i am trying to rise from the ashes. i can do it once but if this fails, i can’t do it twice. and the risk of it is too high for me.”

amara jumped when suddenly a pillow was thrown towards the camera, rolling her eyes lightly at liyah’s antics. she was known for her way of always overdramatizing everything.

this time was no different.

“mar, honestly i don’t really know if kylian is the right guy. the only thing I know though is that he cares. and maybe he’s not the right person. but at least you’ll have tried.” grace assured her, smiling softly at her while liyah held her thumbs up. “sometimes you have to kiss several frogs to find your prince.”

“you’ve got no idea how thankful i am for this,” she replied thankfully, accepting grace’s advice. “truly do not know where i would be without you two.”

standing up from the sofa, she rummaged through her notebooks till she found the one she had opened recently and wrote her newest song down. she brought it back to her place, sitting down again and listening to her two best friends talk as she edited her lyrics. she must have spaced out very quickly since suddenly, a high pitched scream was heard through her phone.

“OMG, SHE’S WRITING!” liyah exclaimed, making amara look up in shock. she was met with a gleeful expression on liyah’s face, looking at the camera and a similar looking one on grace. “NEW MUSIC IS COMING!”

grace shook her head at liyah even though they were used to it by now. “is that the project you told me about? the one from two o’clock in the morning?”

amara gave a nod and smiled at the excitement in her friends’ faces. “songwriting is on again, i guess.”

“you said, you were taking a pause.”

“no, i was just in a slump because of my mediocre second album,” amara objected quickly, “but now i’m high on motivation again and i’m keen on beating those critics and haters, who called me forgettable.”

“is the song already finished?” grace asked her curiously. “do you want me to arrange something for recording or?”

amara closed the small notebook, placing it on the table in front of her. “no, i want to write several ones before i even think of going to the studio. like i said, this time i need to exceed. not just reach my expectation but exceed them. and i’m going to do that.”

“damn, where’s the inspiration coming from?” liyah exclaimed.

amara smirked, mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. “he gave it to me.”

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