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PART 4 | AFTER FIVE YEARS

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Summary: Carlos Sainz finally met his son he had with her ex-wife, Y/N.

Warning: Angsty

AN: A little backstory about YN , a flashback from five years ago. Thank you guys. I appreciate all your comments. Let me know your reaction and if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love y'all!

It's done. You are now divorced. You are no longer Mrs. Sainz. You are sitting on the bed feeling empty, looking at the bedroom floor.

So what now?

You grabbed your phone on your side table and dialed your Mom's number. It took a few rings before your Mom picked it up.

“Mom, I'm going home.” Your mom didn’t say anything and hope you have a safe flight.

You didn’t wait for a second and immediately grabbed your luggage. You gently fold all your clothes and stuff them into your bag. You then went to the bathroom to grab your skin care products and other toiletries. After making sure that all your things are complete, you zipped and sealed your luggages. You saw the gold commitment in your ring finger and a shiny diamond one you got when you said yes.

“You two are way more expensive than filing a divorce,” You whispered and scoffed at yourself. You removed your necklace, then your rings, and made them as a pedant.

“Maybe, I can take you to an auction. Engagement and wedding ring from Carlos Sainz.” You let out a painful laugh before putting the necklace in your bag. Your finger feels strange without them, after wearing them for almost three years.

You put on the most casual outfit you can grab, a black trousers, white shirt, and a black cap. You also put on a face mask to hide your face. You don’t want any paparazzi following you at the airport. You just want to leave in peace and make a simple statement of your break up. Being questioned about what happened and explaining everything is the least thing that you wanna do. It feels like squeezing lime on your opened cut.

You arrived at the airport earlier than your scheduled flight. Gladly, there are only a few people in the vicinity. You sat down in the waiting area and unlocked your phone. You deleted Carlos' phone number and even blocked him in all of your social media accounts. Painful for you but you also deleted any contacts of his family, his father, mother, and even his siblings. You also unfollowed anything related to Formula 1. But you didn’t unfollow some of the drivers that you are close with.

After almost a day flight, you finally arrived. It feels great to be back in your home country. Your mom fetched you at the airport. She initiated some small talks on your way home but didn’t dare to mention anything about your divorce. She wants you, yourself to open up about it if you are comfortable to talk about the whole situation.

You proceed to your old room after getting out of the car. You and your mom brought your luggages in your room and began unpacking them. You opened your closet and saw your white coat hanging. It has your name with MD on it. “Emergency Medicine,” you whispered as you read what's on your coat. Warm tears started falling from your eyes.

“What did I do wrong, Mom? I gave up my career for him. I let this go to be with him. I chose another path of my life and tried to settle down, followed him to the other side of the world. How could he do this to me?” Your mom looked at you and stopped unpacking your bags. She is disheartened, staring at you sitting on the floor, hugging your knees. It is her first time seeing you cry and break down after everything that happened. She is actually worried about you as you didn’t show any tears when Carlos filed the divorcement papers, when you found out about your baby, and after everything. It’s like your emotions shut down. You were just filled with mixed feelings and couldn’t even process it as everything happened so fast.

She walks towards you and sits beside you. She didn't say anything, she knows that words are not what you need right now. You need ears, who can listen to you.

“I hate myself, Mom. I let myself be fooled by a man and I'm now fucking pregnant with his child. He doesn't even know, I'm having his own blood and genes. And I don't even know where to start with my life again. I have nothing left, Mom. I am such a mess,”

She can feel how broken you are. She hates seeing you cry and hate yourself for something you are not the one to blame.

“I sold all my properties in Madrid, even the coffee shop Mom. I can't go back there. I can't be in his hometown. I can't even bear the thought of breathing the same air he breathes. I can't Mom, I don't wanna.” Your voice is broken and so you are. Your words are nearly inaudible and your face is filled with glistening tears which can't seem to stop pouring. Your sorrow left you having difficulty catching your breath.

“He knows how cheating and lying was my last straw. He always knew that. He knows about Dad, what he did and how he left us, Mom. Why did he have to repeat the same history as he did? Why do I have to go through this again? Why do I keep catching men in my life kissing another woman? How can they put me in this position?” You are on the verge of hyperventilating from crying. Hence, your mom gently held your arms and made you face her eyes.

“Baby, look at me. Breathe, my love,” She started exhaling and inhaling with you to calm your nerves down and control the pace of your breathing.

“Mom, I don't know what to do. What should I do?” You asked her while she was wiping the tears on your cheeks.

“You don't have to do anything, my love. You don't need to know what you should do at the very moment. I just want you to take care of yourself. Just have a meal, take a shower, and rest. Mommy got you, okay? I always do.”

She pulled you into her arms to give you a safe space to cry. Her words gave you an inner peace, a reminder to take it slow. You don't need to know what the future holds for now.

“And stop saying you have nothing left. You have me, honey. You have this,” your mom said before putting her warm hand on your belly.

I have Cael. When I thought I had nothing left, I had him. He is the only one I can call my own.

YN'S Private Instagram Post

"my sunshine Sebastian Cael Sainz"

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AN: Should YN put the necklace in an auction? Just kidding. Please unhide your accounts guys, I can't tag you if its hidden huhu. Thank youuuu!

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#carlos sainz #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz x reader #formula one x you #formula 1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagines #afterfiveyears

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callme-holly · 3 months

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hiii! can u write headcannons for the greasers when you are on your period?

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 [𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝.]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - So sorry for my inconsistency when it comes to requests - I'm not working in any particular order but I will get to them all eventually! Anyway hope y'all enjoy and as always asks are still open for requests

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 901 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

Darry Curtis -

Darry would be so caring towards you, oh my lord.

If you need something, you best believe he is going to get it for you, among many other things.

If you’re suffering with bad cramps, he will gladly lay with you and hold you for as long as you need him to.

If the boys are bugging you in any way, shape or form, he is telling them to lay off and keeping you as far away from them as possible. He knows how annoying they can be first hand and the last thing you need right now is them all up in your face.

He will come home from work during his breaks just to check on you and make sure you have everything you need; heat pad, blankets, snacks, entertainment.

Sodapop Curtis -

Much like his brother, Soda is super caring and sweet.

He will go out and buy you everything you could possibly need; chocolate, medicine, you name it, babe, he’s getting it for you.

Will take hot baths and showers with you after work.

This boy will cuddle with you all day if that was what you wanted, hell, he’d take the day off work just to spend time taking care of you.

If you’ve got cramps, he feels super guilty. He hates seeing you in pain and hates knowing that he can’t help you even more.

Strongly believes that kisses will “cure” you and will shower you with attention until you’re feeling slightly better.

Ponyboy Curtis -

Pony doesn’t know much about periods other than the fact that you can get pretty damn moody.

He tries his hardest to understand what you’re going through, but eventually he freaks out and has to ask Darry for help.

If you need him to get you something, he will go into the store with the full intention of buying only the items you requested only to panic and buy almost every single product he could find.

If you’ve got bad cramps, he’ll do his best to make you feel better. He’ll do whatever you need him to do but, in the end, he’ll just lay down and read to you until you fall asleep.

Johnny Cade -

Johnny is the sweetest.

He gets so concerned about you and hates seeing you in any sort of pain/discomfort.

If you’re sad, he’s sad.

You want him to get you something? Medicine, chocolate, blankets? No problem, sweetheart, just sit tight and he’ll get it in no time at all.

If you’ve particularly irritable, he tends to stay out of the way for a little while. He doesn't wanna upset you and he also doesn’t wanna get yelled at by you.

He’ll cuddle with you for ages. When I tell you he isn’t letting go until you do, I mean it.

If you’ve got bad cramps, he’ll lay with you and rub your stomach until they pass.

He’s also not opposed to running you a warm bath if that’s what helps you.

Dallas Winston -

When I tell you this boy knows nothing about periods, I mean it. His knowledge is very limited; he knows you get pretty moody and that’s about it.

He’ll try to stay out of your way the best he can because when you’re on your period you kind of scare him.

Once you snapped at him for being a pain in the ass and he never tried to bug you again. Instead, he went to find the gang and was like “damn, women can be scary sometimes, man.”

He definitely showers with you but for all the wrong reasons.

If your cramps are particularly bad he’ll get you blankets and will sit with you until they pass.

Either that or he’ll panic and call Darry. He does not know how to deal with this shit.

Is definitely the type of person to say “can’t you just hold it?”

Steve Randle -

He’ll either take you to work with him or take the day off so that you’re not alone.

He’ll let you sit in his lap whilst he rubs your back and presses soft kisses to your lips and forehead.

He’s actually so sweet to you.

Will gladly feed you chocolate cake (he might steal a few bites too).

Much like Soda, he has no problem taking hot showers with you if that’s what helps you to relax.

He will bring back whatever you want from the DX, just ask him and he’ll get it for you.

If your cramps are particularly bad, he’ll just hold you until they pass. His comforting skills aren’t the greatest but he tries his best and we love him for it <333

Two-Bit Mathews -

He tries to stay out of your way if you’re particularly irritable. He learnt the hard way not to bug you when you’re on your period and he vowed never to tease you again.

He’ll cuddle up with you on the couch and you two will just watch TV together.

Much like Steve, he has no problem feeding you chocolate cake, although he might end up eating the vast majority of it.

Will pepper your face with kisses, claiming that it’s the only cure to your discomfort.

If your cramps are bad, he’ll get you a heat pack and will do anything in his will to make you feel better. It doesn’t matter how ridiculous your requests may be, he will do it for you.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

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demonvibez · 11 months

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Showering with Mammon

·Characters: Mammon x GN! Reader

·Word Count: 1800+

·Rating: Mature/Explicit ; Minors DNI

·Genre: Fluff, Smut

·Tags: fluff, mammon accidently walks in on reader, light punishment, smut, gender neutral sex, reader has GN body parts, mentions of fangs and marking, hand stuff, penetration

·A/N: this one was really cute fun to write! y'all know as our first, he would definitely be jumping at the chance to get into mc's shower! anyways, likes/comments/rb's are appreciated! lemme know which brother you'd wanna shower with next. ♡

You and the Avatar of Greed had been thick as thieves practically since the day you had dropped down into the Devildom and under his protection.

So it didn’t come to surprise anyone that Mammon had practically moved into your room after the two of you had forged a pact together.

He was so used to sharing the upstairs bathroom with five of his brothers, despite it always being crowded and disheveled after each of their uses.

He often kept a shower caddy full of various bath products given to him at the many modeling gigs he has worked - Shower Gels from Wersace, a custom hair care set from Goetia, and a plethora of skin care products from Majolish line the bottom of his tote.

Most days his routine is rather quick - wash hair, wash body, done. Some days, he likes to barricade the door and take his time to pamper himself.

So when Mammon starts spending more of his nights and days in your room, it is only natural that he also moves into your bathroom as well.

He ends up ditching the shower caddy, his bath products now lining the walls of your shower and the counter of your sink.

You have to scold him at first for always leaving wet towels and dirty clothes everywhere, but eventually the two of you fall into a routine.

You typically take your shower first, seeing as it is your bathroom after all, with Mammon taking his second to ensure you won't be late in the mornings.

Your system starts working perfectly, until one day a simple mishap changes everything between the two of you.

You were used to getting changed in the bathroom after you finished up your showers.

You were just stepping out of the shower, pulling a towel around your body when you suddenly hear Mammon shout out to you that he is going to grab something from his room real quick.

You don't reply to him, thinking he has left already. You don't hear any noise coming from your room, so you assume that you are all alone.

You drop your towel to the floor before walking towards the mirror by the sink, when all of the sudden, the door flies open and Mammon makes his way in without thinking.

"Hey, human! Did ya hear me or no- AHHHHHHHH!"

His eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor as a deep rose blush creeps across his face.

The image of your naked form seers itself into his memory as his brain short circuits between lust and denial.

He moves his head to look away, a hand flying up to shield his blush from your eyes, but his own eyes keep darting back to you as his heart pounds in his chest.

You expect him to say or do something, but he's frozen there.

Your voice calling out his name breaks the silence, his brain kicking back into gear before he starts blabbering.

"W-w-what are ya doin?! I didn't see nothin'! I'm goin' out! I'll be back later!" he said as he made his way out of your bathroom, not allowing you to get a single word in.

You could have sworn you saw him steal one last little sneak peek at you before slamming the door closed on his way out.

You should probably be mad about the sudden invasion of privacy, but you always thought Mammon was adorable, and the entire situation was beyond hilarious.

At first this encounter made things a bit awkward for the two of you - or more accurately, it made Mammon act a bit awkward around you - but it ultimately brought the two of you closer together.

One morning, when the two of you are pressed for time, Mammon comes up with a brilliant idea - the two of you should just shower together!

You were a bit hesitant at first, as sharing a shower together would be quite intimate - especially at such an early time in the morning.

"I mean, we share a bed anyway! Why wouldn't ya wanna shower with The Great Mammon!?! Come on an’ hurry up, we're gonna be late for breakfast!"

Your first shower together was, yet again, a bit awkward, both unsure of what to do with each other.

Cheeks painted crimson and eyes darting rapidly, Mammon was a nervous mess, which you can't help but to find adorable - you let out a giggle.

"H-hey! What're ya laughin' at?! I ain’t lookin’ at nothin’! You’re just a human, what even is there ta see,” he stammered as he tried to hide his face behind one of his trembling hands.

You shook your head as you picked up the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a dollop into your hand with a grin across your face.

"Oh, nothing," you say as you reach up and begin to work his hair into a lather, "this was all your idea, you know."

His blush deepens at the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp, his eyes fluttering closed at the gentleness of your touch.

After scrubbing his hair for a little while, Mammon finally began to relax, and the two of you washed each other under the shower’s cascade, with tender touches and loving smiles.

You both took so long in the shower together that Lucifer let himself into your room and was waiting as the two of you walked in wrapped in towels, hair damp.

You both ended up receiving an hour and a half long lecture from the Avatar of Pride himself while tied down to your chairs in the middle of his private study.

Despite Lucifer's objections, the two of you continued to grow closer, and your bath times with Mammon grew more and more intimate.

One evening, after a particularly long week at RAD, Mammon decides it is time for the two of you to unwind together with a nice bubble bath.

He brings some of the LED lights from his room, setting them up around the outer edge of the bathtub, along with a nice bottle of champagne from the human realm and a bath bomb he stole from Asmodeus.

With the soothing atmosphere surrounding you both, the sound of the gentle fizz of the bath bomb in the air, you couldn't help but to sink into the warm water, relaxing into Mammon's arms as you leaned against him, your back pressed against his beautifully tan chest.

The moment Mammon has his arms around you, his resolve shatters and he can't help the sudden wave of greed that is washing over him, his arms tightening around you and his lips instantly finding your neck.

He whispers your name as his hands roam your body, his fangs lightly nipping at your neck as he feels your chest.

"Mine…mine…all mine," you hear him chanting in hushed tones against your skin as he gently marks you, one of his hands starting to travel down past your waist.

He starts teasing your sex as he starts kissing his way up to your ear, sending electricity through your body and making you crave him more.

Your sudden greed for him only turns him on even more, his pace getting faster as he sucks on your neck, his cock growing increasingly hard as you grind against his lap.

As he continues to toy with your most sensitive spots, he can’t hold himself back any longer, slipping himself inside of you in one slow, smooth motion.

The tight, snug feeling of you around him as he sinks into you makes him feel indescribably amazing, his demon form popping out instantly.

Mammon starts the pace out nice and slow, his hips moving his impossibly hard cock in and out of you as you grind against him just as slowly, one of his hands still stimulating you as the other grips your hip, his rings lightly digging into your soft flesh.

He starts to massage you faster, his own thrusting getting quicker as both of your moans grow louder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sheer pleasure you’re feeling.

“S’right…cum for me, my human…wanna make ya feel good,” he moans into your ear as he continues through your orgasm, holding you down on his cock as he strokes you through your bliss.

He kisses your neck softly for a few moments as you catch your breath, before he picks you up and turns you around in his lap, sliding himself back into you once more with a moan.

His lips crash onto yours immediately as he wraps his arms around you, pouring passion into the kiss as he begins to bounce you on his cock.

Grabbing onto your ass, the pace continues to build again as the two of you exchange sloppy, greedy kisses, his wings wrapping around you to pull your bodies closer as the two of you lose yourselves in the moment - both of your hands grip at his scalp, one hand grabbing at his hair while the other grips one of his horns as the pleasure continues to build up inside of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are hitting your climax together, Mammon whisper-chanting sweetly against your lips as euphoria washes over you both.

“I love ya…I love ya…I love ya so damn much…”

You stayed there, cuddling in his arms and in his lap for a few minutes longer, until he noticed you shivering slightly as the water had gone cold.

He helped you to finish rinsing off before picking you up out of the bathtub and carrying you over to the sink counter, setting you down to go grab a towel to wrap you in.

After getting you dried off and dressing you in one of his black v-neck tees, he carries you over to your bed and sets you down before crawling under the covers with you, pulling you into a close snuggle.

His arms find their way around you as you rest your head against his chest, he tilts his head downward to press a kiss into the top of your head.

You let out a tired giggle, tilting your head up to steal a kiss from his lips, a huge smile on your face as you settle your cheek against his chest once again.

“I love you so much, my greedy demon. Sweet dreams,” you said with one last yawn as you drift off to sleep.

“I love ya too, treasure. I’ll always be here when ya wake up…” he whispered back to you, his own eyes growing heavy.

With his last final moments of wakefulness, Mammon couldn’t help but to think about how he was so damn lucky to find a treasure like you. You are worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom - and he is determined to never lose you.

- demonvibez ♡ - likes/reblogs appreciated - do not copy/repost! -

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ja3hwa · 4 months

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♡ 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 | 𝐎𝐭𝟖 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡

【Synopsis】 : What if a Mob Boss decides to adopt/date a hybrid?

-> Genre: Suggestive. Gore. Fluff.

Pairing: Ot8!Mafia Bosses x Hybrid!Readers

[Warnings] : Swearing. Criminal activity. Killing. Death. The reader is a bad ass, okay. Mention of abusive and past trauma. Russian reader for Yeosang. Black Reader for Yunho and Mingi cause uh duh, my mans love them so brown beautiful women. San's reader has vitiligo. Mention of blood. Mention of being horny and sexual activities. Puppy love. Sappy shit. All the boys are whipped. What can i say hehe.

Note: SURPRISE! I know you all most definitely have been wanting me to update with another part to the dilf Au or my vampire mini series, but rest assured. I am still writing both. But i whipped this together cause i needed a little break. The dilf au part is currently at 3.8k words, and it's gonna be a long part, let me tell y'all ahha. Thank you for being patient with me, and i promise you'll be seeing more stuff soon. But for now. Enjoy some hybrids.

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Hongjoong - Slow Loris

Now, these hybrids are some of the most cutest and more desirable. And Hongjoong would be the type to want someone cute, and kind but fucking dangerous. When he first met you, he was in awe with your sweet like beauty. Now innocent you looked. Down to your soft smile and floral outfit. It was only until he watched you get hit on by another low-level mob boss. It was then that he saw the real you. The way you sat on the disgusting man's lap, you had not spoken a word, nor opened your mouth to smile. But within a split second, you bit down on the man's neck. He’d groan thinking you were just playing rough. But when you pulled away that’s when his men knew something was very, very wrong. Your venom had gotten into his system faster than anyone could save him. He’d be dead in minutes and Hongjoong would be in love in seconds.

Seonghwa - English Lop

Seonghwa wanted to make sure the hybrid he got was perfect. But somehow, we are talking to Hongjoong for a couple of hours. He found himself in a local shelter for abandoned hybrids. And that’s where he found you. A very long-eared bunny. Your ears would fall past your shoulders, and you’d use them to cover your face. You were skittish, and Hwa found out that your type of breed was a product of human engineering. So you were bred to look like that, and you were a failed test. Seonghwa fell in love the moment he saw your big wide eyes. You were scared of the world and scared of humans. But Seonghwa was going to slowly teach you the joys you’d missed out on, and he was definitely going to find the men who hurt you and kill them for throwing you away. Cause you weren’t trash. You were just perfect.

Yeosang - Pallas cat

Yeosang wasn’t looking for a hybrid at the time he met you. But when he was having a meeting with some businessmen for a shipment log, you’d stroll in with a grumpy expression and fluffy tail all frizzed up and swaying annoyingly. Your thick Russian accent would catch him by surprise, and he would never admit it, but he loved the way words slipped off your tongue, and if he could, he would listen to you speak for hours. He knew your type of hybrid breed was naturally aggressive and dangerous. So when one of the men tried to boss you around, you easily just pistol-whipped him cause you could. He would make sure to get your number at the end of that day, and later, you found he was the only human you’d tolerate being around.

Yunho - Rottweiler

We all know for a fact that if this man was a hybrid he’d be a golden retriever. End of story. He holds the sun in his eyes and a constant pip in his step and even though he is supposed to be this big scary mob boss. Behind closed doors with his friends and family, he is just this lovable giant. And when he met you, it wasn’t he that went after you. But the other way around. He was at this bar, and some girls that he had no interest in were disturbing his alone wolf fun. He came to his friend's bar to get away from the clingy, whoring women that slither their way into the underworld scene. They were all the same and it bored him. And no matter how many times he told them to fuck off. They would not listen. And that is where you came in. Normally you wouldn’t get caught dead in a night club but your friend, a local street cat, needed some…fun as she put it. And you were her guard dog. She ditched you after 5 minutes, leaving with some guy that she said ‘He's so fuckable’. that’s when you saw Yunho being cornered by the snakes. You jumped into action, standing in between the girls and him, and successfully scared them away with your rage-filled swaying tail, straight pulled back ears, and snarling teeth.. They ran off quicker than a mouse. Yunho said thank you about a million times that night, immediately in love with your beauty. Your beautiful dark skin. The way your hair was slight patches of browns, blonds, and blacks with loose curls falling in front of your face. He was instantly taken by you, and like a golden retriever, developed puppy love.

San - Raccoon

Now, San did not want a hybrid. He never actually wanted one. The idea of having a creature to look after and don’t get started on people falling in love with them. He didn’t understand the fascination for them. Until he met you. Your mismatched nubbed ears, big almost pitch-black eyes, and faint patterns on your beautiful patching of dark and skin skin.. Your little bookshop became a place he would sneak off to when he got too stressed or just simply needed to see your cute little face. It would take him months to work up the courage to speak to you. And oh, the way your face would light you and your little ears would twitch whenever he was around…. Oh, yeah. He understood now.

Mingi - Spotted Deer

Mingi’s jaw would be on the floor when he first saw you. Your beautiful amber coloured skin with white creamy dots to complement. You were a walking goddess in Mingi’s eye. And the way your tight curled hair was up in a braid that held up a stunning crown that matched your sleek but classy dress. Yunho had dragged him to a hybrid pageant show cause he wanted to see what kind of hybrids Mingi would be interested in. And let's just say he was not going to leave the venue until he met you and got your number.

Wooyoung - Red Fox

Even though red foxes are common, they are one of the desirable in the hybrid trafficking rings since they are very breedable. Wooyoung and a sub-unit of men, a part of his organization, sought out these rings to help save hybrids, and that’s where he met you. Little, shy, scared you. The colour in your fur was almost gone, and there was no spark, no life in your eyes. It took months until you opened up, and then some more just for you to crack a smile. Your playfulness and cheekiness started to come out. You would run around, screaming, laughing, being chased by him. The life in your eyes was back, your smile growing and growing every day. And his love for you grew just the same.

Jongho - Red Panda

He was on an undercover sting for the last four nights. Sitting on the same street, waiting for some bastard low life that was crushing some of the operations Jongho was working on. And through these four days, he saw you every night. At the same time, on the dot going for a night walk. He was curious why such a cute little fluffy ball hybrid would be out at such an hour. Every night, too? What were you looking for? Were you just going for a walk for fun? It wasn’t until he saw the low life he was trying to catch grab you and pull you into a nearby alley. Jongho was out of his car and in the alley in seconds. But what he saw wasn’t the horrific image that flashed in his head. No, it was much more. Your sharp teeth covered in blood, dripping down and staining your clean clothing. Your fur is frizzy and puffed up. There was anger in your eyes. And Jongho knew two things. One, He was oddly horny about you killing someone twice your size and two, never, ever, get on your bad side. Luckily, he has never been in a direct line of your rage…. Wooyoung wasn’t so lucky.

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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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ZB1 : falling asleep on them ㅡ hyung line version

ZB1!hyung line x gn!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : maybe some suggestives sentences for hao's part??? one bed trope for hao's. mention of quitting school to become a stripper in hanbin's... yeah that's pretty much it

note : I'VE NEVER WROTE FOR JIWOONG BEFORE CAN YOU BELIEVE IT????? i'm anxious i hope i did it right 🫡 if you guys liked the hyung line version i might do it for the rest of the members... peace 👅‼️

• Jiwoong

"and... cut! good job guys, we're all getting a break. come back in 15 minutes!"

after the announcement of the producer, it seems like everyone on the set started breathing again. it was your debut movie. you used to act before, mostly in web dramas, but this was your first role ever in such a big project and the movie was already very anticipated by the public. your co-star, jiwoong, was used to those long days of just filming, but you were absolutly not. you, and the whole production crew as well, was now filming for 12 hours, and acting for so long was actually more tiring than it seems to be.

the scene you were filming before the break was outdoors, at night, in a park that the production crew privatized so no one could disturb the filming. the night temperature started to bite the tip of your fingers and made you shiver. you were sitting alone on a bench when jiwoong came to you with a smile. he went to take your coat from the staff, and also thought of taking a blanket for you. without a word, he helped you wearing your coat before wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. you smiled back to him.

you guys were working together on this movie for months now, and you were confortable enough to let your head rest on his shoulder when he sat next to you.

"thank you for the blanket" you mumbled.

"you looked like you were about to turn into an ice cube'' he joked. he couldn't help but keep a smile on his face when you softly laughed to his remark, a sweet melody to his ears. little by little, a calming silence fell over the two of you. jiwoong lips were still curved upwards to the feeling of you curled up to him, and he couldn't help but look to your face after a few minutes. your eyes were closed and your breathing was calmer than it was previously. when he realized you fell asleep on him, a pinkish color appeared on his cheeks, and no one could tell if it was because of you or because of the cold.

gently, his hand went to take yours as he tried not to wake you up.

this moment, caught on camera by the staff who was filming the behind the scene, quickly made you and jiwoong the talk of town and brought more hype to the upcoming movie...

• Zhang hao

"well, i'm gonna have to warn you, i naturally cuddle things when i sleep. if it ever happens, don't think i have a crush on you or anything. okay? it's my nature, it's just how i work, so please-"

"oh my god, hao could you please just shut up!"

you shoved your face under your pillow to let him know he was pissing you off. hao sighed.

"i'm simply warning you..."

"okay and i'm also warning you, if you ever cuddle me i'll probably strangle you. that's my nature, it's just how i work." you said, using his own words.

"that's some weird and agressive way of working but okay..."

for as long as you could remember, hao and you were rivals. don't ask me in what field you guys are competing, because at this point, y'all are turning everything into a competition. and this is literally how you ended up that night, in the same bed.

you both took music as your major in college, and a school trip was organized for the best students. when you arrived to the hotel, the teachers simply gave you the keys to the room that were reserved for you, and let you choose the ones you wanted. they warned you that there was one that have to be shared, but zhang hao and you were not listening at this point. why? you wanted the third room, but he wanted it as well. it started a fight between you two, while the rest of your classmates simply chose the room they wanted. that's how you ended up having to share a room with him. with one bed.

now, you were both lying down on the back, looking at the ceiling. an awkward silence settled in the room, as you were too tensed to sleep properly. zhang hao, on the other half, didn't care. he decided to lay comfortably to sleep.

"are you not going to sleep?" he asked.

"i don't trust you enough to close my eyes."

"don't worry about it, i'm not doing anything without your consent."

"..."

"n-not that i'm willing to do anything with you even if you wanted to! i don't have a crush on you or anything..."

"you probably said you don't have a crush on me five times this evening, that's suspicious.."

"shut up."

surpringly, you listened to him and didn't fight back. the silence came back again, and zhang hao's were closed as he started to doze off. surprisingly, you called his name, and he could sense that you hesitated before doing so. he simply hummed, letting you know he was listening to you.

"don't you think the room is cold?" you said in a small voice he was not used to hear.

"do you?" he asked back, thinking the temperature of the room was good enough.

"yeah..."

he looked at you, inspecting your face despite the darkness in the room. you didn't seem to be lying. hao frowned his eyebrows.

"are you really cold?"

"why would i lie about being cold?? look" you put your hand on his neck, making him jump back.

"take your icy hands off me??" he said, offended.

"see?? i'm cold!"

an idea crossed zhang hao's mind. he coughed to clear his voice, not looking at you.

"well, people usually say my body is warm..."

"and...?"

"if you're really cold, i can let you use my body... okay, no, this sounds really weird, what i wanted to say was-"

"i get it! don't freak out like this."

once again, zhang hao sighed. but this time, you did it with him. with hesitation, you went closer to him. your arm held his waist as he was laying on his back, and you rested your head on his chest. he didn't even realize that he stopped breathing when your body became so close to his own. zhang hao doesn't have a crush on you. but there was no other way he could explain the feeling he felt in his chest when you snuggled up to him after you fell asleep on his chest.

• Hanbin

"maybe i should quit school and become a stripper..."

"i wouldn't shame you for that to be honest."

your best friend, hanbin, put down your order on the table. you immediatly took a sip from the drink, a sigh of relief leaving your lips.

"if it wasn't for your coffee, i think i would've die studying."

"i'm glad if it helps."

hanbin looked around. today, his mother's cafe was emptier than usual. you were the only customer here, actually. he took the occasion and sat next to you.

"maybe you should take a break now? you've been working on this for hours now. drink this at least, and go back to studying after."

"you're right. plus, it sucks that you're here but i don't get to hang out with you."

hanbin shyly smiled at the last sentence. you were totally oblivious to the heart eyes your friend was sending to you, focused on drinking your coffee. stray strands of hair were falling before your eyes and hanbin couldn't help but find you cute.

"should i tie your hair for you?"

"i wish, but i didn't take hair ties with me..."

hanbin simply showed you his wrist, with a hair tie around. he always carry one with him in case you needed it. "you're amazing", you said as you turned back to let him tie your hair. gently, he made sure to tie every strands that were disturbing you, and made sure he could see your pretty face properly.

"all done" he grinned. you locked your arm with him, snuggling closer to him and letting your head on his shoulder.

"thank you. for everything."

"i know you would have done the same for me", hanbin mumbled, a bit shy despite being used to this kind of the skinship. with his free hand, he took yours to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it. "is it okay if we stay like this for a bit? since there is no customers..."

"hm, don't worry. i'm focused on you anyways."

you whispered another 'thank you' to your friend, not aware of the racing heart you caused inside his chest. the sight of you slowly falling asleep on you was so endearing, that when a new customer finally came in, he simply apologized to them and said they were closed.

#zerobaseonefics #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 hyung line #sung hanbin #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 reactions #zb1 fluff

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juniefruit · 5 months

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*-producer bf chan-*

Just some thoughts I had, there's not really order to any of these bullet points. :) y'all I don't proofread these-

Word count: 550

Producer chan definitely writes songs with you in mind. He’ll call you into his apartment studio so he can show you what he’s working on (he needs validation) and also to ask if you approve, even though you say anything he makes sounds godly. You two met because of your jobs in media production. Since you both have similar backgrounds, he values you and feels like you help him to be the best version of himself.

When it’s a stay-at-home kind of day, he wears his favorite oversized hoodie and comfy sweatpants. Back hugs all. day. Sometimes you have to physically block him from going into his studio on his day off. Or, drag him out by his rolling chair when he needs to take a break. Poor boy overworks himself to the point of exhaustion, he usually can’t stay awake for more than 40 minutes if you guys are all bundled up on the couch. You don’t mind though, he could fall asleep on the kitchen floor and you wouldn’t dare disturb him.

His favorite place for date night is a dimly lit high-end restaurant, followed by a walk along the riverside, or an outdoor mall illuminated with string lights. You hold hands, the weather is a bit chilly as it’s already dark out. You two are the ultimate night owls given the right circumstances. You think he looks so good in formal attire, and he can say the same for you. Truly a power couple.

Being skilled in any type of media content means you’re always surrounded by it in public. He can’t help but notice certain melodies or beats that play and point them out to you. You think it’s absolutely adorable when he goes on little rants about the most niche producer things or pet peeves.

If you don’t have anything on your schedule, you’ll come to the recording studio with him and just chill out. You’ll say hi to the boys, mainly chat with han and changbin while chan is busy. You’ll sneak out of the studio behind chans back, and come back with some coffees or treats for the group. The group teasingly calls you mom.

He’s big on physical touch and words of affirmation. If you’re not the best with words, then he knows how meaningful even the lightest touch can be. You both give and take from eachother in order to fulfill your own needs; it’s a very mentally beneficial relationship.

Berry!!!!!! Berry loves crashing on the couch/bed with you guys. You all become a big tangled pile of limbs by the end of the show/movie. One of the smaller things you’ve learned to enjoy is going on walks together with Berry. It’s one way to convince Chan to take a break from work, too.

Your apartment is adorned with various vintage records/vinyls, a guitar, and just various music inspired decor. You rarely use the big overhead light, since it gives off doctor’s office vibes. Instead, you opt for sunlight from the big patio windows during the day, and warm lamp lights throughout the apartment after dark.

P.S: The thing I love about chan the most is how he’s always at the back of the group to make sure everyone’s there/safe. If that isn’t the GREENEST flag!!!

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #bang chan #bang chan x reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids oneshot #stray kids bang chan #stray kids drabbles #stray kids blurbs #christopher bang

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borderlandsresearcher · 4 months

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MK1 Girlies x Reader:

What She Smells Like 🪷

WOMEN LOVERS COME GET Y'ALL FOOD!!!

CW: suggestive, mentions of polyamory, gn reader, not proofread.

(A/N @ the bottom)

Kitana

-lotus flower, cherry blossom, rose

* Kitana's fragrance is a comforting mixture of various native Edenian plants, as she spends most of her free time frolicking in the palace gardens. Every night she is greeted with a warm, steaming bath, littered with petals from her favourite flower. She loves nothing more than soaking in the essences of her homeland, feeling connected to both herself and nature.

* When she's on duty serving her sister, the leather from her armour overwhelmingly distracts from her natural scent. She found a way to kombat this by leaving small flowers in her pockets and spritzing on the perfume she made between each break.

* When you're not around, she misses your scent more than anything. She'll steal one of your shirts and cuddle with it until she falls asleep. She has gotten too used to you being around, and it devastates her everytime you leave.

* Because of this, you leave behind a bottle of your perfume for Kitana each time you know you will be gone for a long period of time. She is slightly embarrassed when she finds out you know about her habits, but is grateful for your thoughtfulness.

Mileena

-dark cherry

* Smells like you/Tanya let's be honest

* She tries her best to maintain a consistent scent by using various products, ranging from perfumes to body creams to lip gloss!

* Her scent may be a little overwhelming at times, but with the amount of running around she does it tends to wear off throughout the day.

* She sweats quite often, especially during training. Neither you or Tanya seem to mind, expressing that you both love her no matter how smelly she is after training 😆

Sindel

-lavender, sage

* She bathes in various flowers, similar to Kitana.

* During the mourning period of her late husband, she would burn many plants in his honour. She did this so often that the smoke would rub off on her, following her throughout the day.

* When she's feeling down, she allows her daughters to braid flowers into her hair, the aroma complimenting her feminine aura.

* Just like Kitana , she craves your scent whenever you aren't around.

* When Jerrod returns as Ermac, she is overjoyed. She now gets to revel in the warmth of her lovers, appreciating each of your unique scents.

Li Mei

-lavender

* Li Mei learned all of her beauty tips from Sindel, including proper perfume application.

* Sindel gifted her with a vial of lavender perfume from her personal collection for her to sneak into the Umgadi inner sanctum, although she never used it ...

* That was until she was disgraced, and she deeply missed the smell of her empress. She wore it as frequently as possible, and as she climbed her way up the ranks to First Constable, she was able to afford as many bottles of liquid lavender as she desired.

* To you, it was simply the scent she enjoyed. But to her, it was a reminder to whom she serves, and the memories she had lost along the way.

Tanya

-Almond, vanilla, coconut

*The Umgadi are strict on cleanliness, but not so much on luxuries such as perfumes or scented creams. It borders on the line of vanity, which they frown upon. Fortunately, Edenian women tend to value their hair above any other beauty aspect, a trend indirectly started by Empress Sindel.

*The Umgadi embrace this tradition, and allow for the sisters to indulge in frequent haircare, as long as it does not distract from their duties.

*Tanya takes advantage of this. She not only wants to look, but to smell good for both you and Mileena. She works scented oils into her hair, perhaps a bit more than what she actually needs, but anything to make an impression on her lovers. And if you're lucky enough to get some alone time together, she'll let you do it for her, as well as returning the favour.

*Begins to smell like you/Mileena if she's around you long enough.

Ashrah

-dragons blood, rose

* Demons emit a strong musk depending on their mood.

* When she's happy, she'll smell of dragons blood and roses, which is the one you are most accustomed to, seeing as your presence brings her joy.

* When sad, she smells of rain and moss. It is your least favourite scent for this reason...

* When she's lustful, she'll smell of cinnamon and other spices. You and Syzoth are the only ones to have witnessed such a scent.

Nitara

-blood orange, amber

* Despite what you may think, Vaternians care quite a bit about the way they smell, as they are always seeking a potential mate.

* Although, these scents will usually consist of things that attract their own kind, such as human blood.

* But for you? She goes the extra mile. Bathing herself with citrus, spending the few coins she has on exotic Sun Do spices to rub into her clothes, and even changing her diet to animal blood as to not attract others. You are the only mate she desires.

Khameleon

-Tea tree, peppermint, coconut

* Like Tanya, she takes advantage of this loophole. Before she met you, she never really paid attention to how she smelled. The only requirement was that she was clean and presentable in the eyes of the royal family.

* When the two of you started seeing each other, she started to notice little things she normally wouldn't in other people. Your scent, the way you breathe, the way your heart beats fast when she lay on your chest during those rare private moments-- she noticed it all.

* All she wanted was for you to see her the way she sees you, so she goes to Tanya for advice. Now, the girls pamper their hair together, giving each other knowing looks as they do so.

🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

A/N: Hope this was alright, lemme know your thoughts and whether you agree with my choices or not!!! I am open to constructive criticism :)

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respectthepetty · 5 months

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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 8

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Also, I know way more than I intended because of comments and reblogs on previous posts, so I'm in the know now.

Kim looking at Kenta's face right before the elevator closed is the only thing keeping me from losing it. If Kentana doesn't save Kimberly, what is the point of this?! What is the point of Kentana?!

Are y'all a couple now? Y'all are starting to color and outfit coordinate, and it feels very gay.

I don't know what to do with these two.

I'm pretty sure I'm just not seeing pink on Pete, which means he has connections to the red, and Way refuses to stay blue, so I'm sure he is still planning some corrupt red nonsense.

JUST BE BLUE! Just be in love with each other. Accept his love, Waymond!

I never thought I'd write this, but be like Jeffrey, Waymond. Turn blue. Commit to the blue. Fall in love!

Look at him! No matter what connection he has to the red, he is beating the allegations. Peter is a GOOD MAN! If Waymond doesn't fall in love with him, somebody else will. Guaranteed.

Not going to read too much into that red stripe at the top of the room, but this is a red's room. Is this Kimberly's?! Why is there so much blood?!

When you take people's superpowers, yet have no idea how to use the superpowers. Apparently, Babe without superpowers is still better than everyone else. At least Charles is no longer a lying blue.

I think Big Red knows something is different with Babe, and even though Jeffrey still has that damn red bag . . . IS THAT WAYMOND?! No, Waymond, no! Do NOT work with Big Red. You have Peter RIGHT THERE! Quit your bullshit, Waymond!

WTF, Kentana?! If I have to pick between you two, I pick Peter. No contest. Kimberly, Peter, and Alan above everyone else. Kentana, you better stop it! You are still on my shit list!

Hold up! Do you two know each other? Like biblically? What is this tension? What are these looks? Why does this feel very personal? I ain't mad at it, but Kentana still needs to save Kimberly!

Jeffrey, why would you go there in that red and blue flannel shirt?! That won't save you, buddy!

Kentana, the ONLY thing that will redeem you is saving Kimberly. I didn't like Jeffrey, but now he is matching with Alan, so they are in love, and you can't break Alan's heart! You are just fucking up left and right today, and I hope you get punched in the throat before this episode is over.

KIMBERLY IS DYING! And y'all are about to have sex in the blue after tending wounds which is pointless because you have superpowers that will heal you!!!!!! Y'all continue to amaze me by the lack of priorities. Save Kim Possible!

Why is this shot in the mirror? Why is there a barrier between you two? This is odd. More lies?

Who takes a shot like that?! A KILLER! Barbara, get it together! This isn't an episode of Dead Friend Forever, and you are no longer a red.

Everything about this scene is ridiculous. Charles in blue. SONIC in blue. North and Waymond in black. AND EVERYONE IS DRINKING RED SODA! This not looking good for the blues. Whatever they are talking about, the reds already won.

Barbara continues to be touchy-feely with Waymond. Why can't he just let Waymond brood in peace? Barbara knows Waymond loves him, yet gives Waymond no space. Go tend to your boyfriend's fake injuries, Barbara! Waymond is working with Big Red and not falling in love with Peter, yet you have me feeling bad for him, Barbara. I should hate Waymond! BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE YOU WON'T LEAVE HIM BE!

These two have to be sleeping together. Cooking Crush had the Chicken Bite product placement too and Prem and Ten definitely want each other in that show, so North and Sonic have to want each other too, yes? Yes. Now why are they watching Whiny Winifred while flirting IN THE BLUE?! They finally are both wearing blue at the same time. Thank, Baby Jesus.

I was worried seeing Waymond in the red doorway, but he has Charles and Barbara. But they aren't saving Kimberly. Why does nobody care about Kimberly?!

The kid is blue. Is he the insider informant? He is a child!

Why are there so many red kids in the world? Big Red, why do you need an army?! Overthrow your shitty kidnappers with your superpowers, kids! REVOLT! Sí se puede

KIMBERLY!

North and Sonic are going to save Kimberly! They are finally in the blue and saving my favorite red! I never doubted them!

WHAT THE FUCK?! THEY DIDN'T SAVE KIMBERLY?!

Southwest Airlines and Vegas' Hedgehog did NOT save Kimberly! Kentana watched as Kimberly got taken, then had the audacity to have chemistry with Peter. Jeffrey walked right into the reds like that was gonna save him instead of saving Kimberly! Whiny Winifred kicked Kimberly. Waymond is working with Big Red and not saving Kimberly. Charles and Barbara CANNOT prioritize and are talking to a blue kid and giggling at each other instead of rescuing Kimberly.

AND BARBARA IS FIGHTING PETER NEXT WEEK!

These men need to get their shit together! The ONLY things that needed to happened this episode were 1) SAVE KIMBERLY and 2) ACCEPT PETER'S LOVE! Neither happened. Honestly, Kentana and Waymond could die and leave Kimberly and Peter to be the power couple of Alan's company. They both wear too much black, and unlike Barbara, they aren't the title character, so either commit to the blue Waymond or Kentana, or else I'm gonna start thinking y'all are disposable.

#SAVE KIMBERLY #pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 8 #I'm so upset #all I care about right now is Kimberly!#SAVE HIM!#And quit fighting Peter‚ Barbara!

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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months

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Okay, okay, imagine how nice it'd be to help Hobie relax.

Like he came back from a hard job cause of the spidey society, he's tired, worn out, on the brink of sleep. You help him calm down, run a bath for him, undress him, bathe him, take special care of his hair, massage him. Making sure to pepper kisses along his skin, anything to help him relax. Once the two of you are out, you dress him, help him with his hair products, and get him in bed. (Hc he likes hearing your heart to go to sleep), but while he's sleeping, Miguel calls, and you shut him down, threatening him to give Hobie a break. Once y'all wake up HOURS later, you make him breakfast like pancakes and such. Just a nice domestic moment to help Hobie cause man is probably up all the time, working, fighting, all that. He just needs lots of love.

I love this anon.

Relax

Hobie sighed when he opened the door, mumbling something under his breath and he looked up to see you on the couch with a wide smile.

You ran up to him, giving him a hug and kissing him, he smiled slightly and closed the door with his shoes, and kissed you back.

“Hi, love.” He mumbled, he sounded tired, exhausted even.

“Hi. You okay?” You asked, and looked him up and down.

“I’m fine. Jus’ tired.” He said, still smiling slightly at you and wiping his eyes. He took off his shoes and you frowned slightly.

“Hobes, what do you say I run you a bath?”

“I’d love to, but I’m probably just gonna go to sleep.”

“While you’re all sweaty and gross?”

He stayed silent for a minute and laughed quietly, nodding.

“Okay.” He said quietly, you smiled and you both went into the bathroom.

Hobie thought that he felt like a child like this, having you run a bath all for him, and undress him. He held his arms up as you took his shirt off, him taking off all his jewelry.

But he didn’t mind it, he found it… nice almost.

He slowly got in, his eyes begging to be shut at this point.

You put the oil onto his scalp with careful fingers, then moisturizing his hair. His head was thrown back onto the edge of the bathtub, eyes shut.

You smiled at him for a little bit, letting him relax before tellling him to sit back up for a second.

He did so, and you put the body wash onto your hands, washing as much as his body as you could.

Once you were done you started to massage him, making his once tense shoulders now relax a bit.

You pressed a few kisses onto his skin, his shoulders and neck while your hands worked his body.

His body relaxed under your touch, he trusted you with his whole body, with his whole life.

After that, you both left, he dried himself and picked out clothes, which you helped him in.

He simply just chose to wear comfortable pajama pants, with no shirt because he found it comfy. He kissed you again and you both laid down.

“Thank you. I love you.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, faced so his head was on your chest.

You smiled. “Of course. I love you.”

He started to fall asleep, and you almost did before a loud beeping woke you up, You looked at Hobie who was still sound asleep.

You then looked at his watch. “Hobie, I need you to-“ Miguel paused when he saw you, and Hobie sleeping, face hidden in your chest.

“It’s like 2 am. Give him a break.” You rolled your eyes, narrowing them at Miguel who just sighed and disappeared.

He started to stir and you quickly wrapped his arms back around you, and went back to sleep.

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In the morning, he wasn’t woken up until he heard something going on in the kitchen. He slowly opened his eyes to not see you next to him.

He called out your name. “Yeah?”

He stayed silent, and he got up quickly. He looked around the now clean room and stepped outside.

“Hey.” He mumbled, putting his arms around you, kissing your neck as you made him pancakes, which made you smile.

“Hi. You sleep okay?”

“Thanks to you.” He said against your skin, lips still on your neck.

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Tag list:

Hobie- @enviinotes @rayis-psychotic @korizzybee @animechick555 @stupid-ninja @rreasonablydumbb @xxqueen-of-horrorrxx @spidypunkk @criodzasn

@techta @1eonk @chipstermation6 @whosace16 @ @l-pandamatic-l

@spider-phoenix @zebralover @my-melo-gf @wiz-te-ria @tzuyuzzs @luvsaluv @mxkn

@deputy-videogamer @666kpopfan @jared-oranges @likelilac @jjkclub

@kitty-kei @blaxk-widow @hoesindifferentshows @lavsluvsu @lampylamperson @notbluees @sp0kyzz @arlipooh @freeingrebels @ken-zah @blustalker @cursedbitchboy @romanoffswoman

@chaoticevilbakugo @hobiebrainrot @anonima-2 @melda0m3

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider man across the spider verse

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pedge-stuff · 11 months

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it's not that kind of cold shower (pedro x gn/m!reader)

a/n: POLL RESULTS ARE IN... and this was the result! would y'all still be interested in a "pedro takes care of sick reader" fic, too?

(this story specifically comes at the request of two anons, who requested bathing/showering while sick, and emetophobia. I don't have much experience on the latter, so I apologize if it's incorrect??)

you knowwwwww it had to be the Dieter pic, tho.

as always, same vague universe as “marked.” drop a line if you have a sug.

summary: 2am on the bathroom floor.

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You wake up alone.

This doesn’t register, at first. You roll over, running a hand over your face as you blearily open your eyes. You’ve gotten used to having a bed to yourself, with Pedro’s current production schedule. (Although the dogs always end up migrating from the foot of the bed in the middle of the night.)

Except, the bed beside you is still a little warm. Pedro is home— has been home, for two days now. He took a car straight from the Disney lot to LAX, and was on a flight to JFK about three hours after the voice work for Mando wrapped. Something about “needing to see his boy,” which he swore was Edgar, with a wink and a kiss blown over Facetime.

The room is dark, still, and quiet. But as you sit up, a sliver of light becomes noticeable under the crack of the bathroom door. You blink the last dredges of sleep away, waiting for him to finish his middle-of-the-night pee. It’s nice, having him here. Waking up beside him always kinda feels like a luxury; you savor it while you have it. His next job— some stupid commercial for a game on an app? He explained it twice but neither of you really understand it— doesn’t start until the end of the month. If you fall asleep before he finishes peeing, you’ll miss an opportunity to fall asleep wrapped around him. These are sacred in their scarcity, at the moment.

Except, the toilet never flushes. After a few long moments, you swing your legs over the side of the bed.

A quiet knock yields nothing. Frowning, you gently push the door open.

Knees to his chest, head propped backwards on the edge of the tub, Pedro is lying on the bathroom floor. His eyes are squeezed shut against the fluorescents.

“Baby,” you whisper, “Pedge, what’s going on?” You kneel down, rubbing a gentle thumb over his kneecap. He’s just in a t-shirt and boxers, the cold tile leaving his exposed calves littered with pinprick goosebumps.

Without opening his eyes, Pedro grimaces. “I dunno,” he says quietly, in a rasp that makes you wince. “Woke up feeling like this.”

“Nauseous?”

The muscle of his jaw twitches. “Hate throwing up.”

“I know, love, I’m sorry.” You bring your hand upwards, carding a few fingers through his hair before palming his forehead. Alarmed, you brush it with the back of your hand, as well. “You’re really burning up, Pedro, Jesus.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows reflexively, but says nothing. Then swallows again.

You reach for the closed lid of the toilet, before returning to your feet. “If you need to throw up, throw up. You’ll feel better afterwards.”

Busying yourself with filling a glass by the sink, you purposefully don’t look, attempting to give him some privacy. But he doesn’t move. Barely lifts his head up, when you offer the water. A sheen of sweat glistens on hollow of his throat, and the collar of his sleep shirt (yours, actually— some soft old 5k thing he always reaches for) is damp.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Thought I escaped the curse this time.”

The curse, of course, being your nickname for the way his body absolutely freaks out at the panic of having downtime. Without fail, every time he gets a break, he’s down with something— at best a cold, at worst, what was eventually dubbed the “shittiest Christmas present ever” last year. It’s like his immune system decides it’s on vacation, as well. You’ve started planning around it, blocking off the first few days he’s home just in case. After two days, though, it really seemed like he was in the clear.

Your train of thought is interrupted by the sounds of a grown man gagging. All you can do is kneel behind him, rubbing a hand softly down the length of his back. The muscles flex and tremble beneath as Pedro coughs and coughs. Any part of you that might have been grossed out, is eclipsed by concern. You can feel the heat of the fever through the thin cotton of his t-shirt.

When he finishes, you flush without looking while he reassumes his position against the tub. “M’sorry,” he says, after a sip of water. “Go back to sleep, I’m good.”

“Don’t apologize, and don’t be dumb.” You press a kiss to his shoulder before resting your cheek there for a moment. “You gonna puke again?”

His jaw clenches again. “I don’t think so?”

Abruptly, Pedro sits up, and you tense in anticipation of another round of heaving. Instead he reaches back, grabbing the collar of his shirt to tug it over his head. Lacking his usual gusto, he tosses it towards the hamper in the opposite corner of the bathroom, and misses spectacularly.

“I won’t tell the Lakers,” you tease, “if they call to offer a job.”

Pedro huffs a quiet laugh. “Snitches get stitches.”

“Real tough threat from the man on the bathroom floor.”

He pouts. “You have to nice to me, I puked. I could be on my death bed.”

You press another kiss to his shoulder; the skin is clammy. “America’s Peepaw Pedro Pascal Found Dead at 47, In Bathroom Like Elvis But Way Less Cool. Turn to A7 for story.”

“Now who sounds old! Who reads celebrity death announcements in tabloid magazines anymore?” The joking puts you at ease, a little. He is less green in the gills than he was when you found him, although the tops of his cheeks are still flushed with fever. It seems like he has to convince himself to reopen his eyes after every blink; his eyelids rest at half-mast.

“Mm. You got me there, I guess. Do you feel okay enough to go back to bed?”

Pedro runs a hand across his chest. “Think I might need to rinse off first.”

He braces himself on the edge of the tub, and you reach out a hand to steady him as he slowly rises to his feet. If his knees audibly crack, well, you didn’t hear anything.

Pulling off your own sleep shirt (his, also stolen; some old Fleetwood Mac shirt that hangs to your fingertips), you tuck it into the towel rack, and move to turn the shower on.

“What are you doing?” The invalid has paused changing with his boxers halfway down, in a way that would be so fucking funny if it wasn’t equally, achingly endearing.

“You are leaning on the counter to stand up right now. I’m not gonna let you slip and fall to your actual death in the shower.”

He looks down at his own hand in betrayal as you adjust the water to an acceptable lukewarm— not so cold as to be unbearable, but cool enough that it might take the edge off the fever. Pedro frowns mournfully as you step out of your own boxers.

You roll your eyes. “We will do this again when you can enjoy it.”

The shower is plenty big enough for the two of you, and you position yourself behind him, legs splayed, arms wrapped around his waist. Cheek smushed between his shoulder blades, close enough to let the warmth of his skin deflect the chill of the water.

It’s not really a shower for washing. Moreso a “stand under the water until you feel human again” type of rinse. But you twist anyways for the body wash Pedro likes, when you are sure he isn’t about to faint into the glass door. He sighs as you rub the gel across his shoulders, reaching around to wash the sweat from his chest and stomach. It does something to you, having him here— within arm’s reach, pliable, soft with sleep. Comfortable beside you.

You stay there awhile, letting the water wash over you, until you feel him sway, ever so slightly.

“Love,” you say softly.

“Mm?”

“Are you falling asleep?”

Pedro reaches blindly for the handle, twisting until the spray subsides. You place a kiss to the wet center of his back. Revel, one last time, in the feeling of his body against yours, before you hand him his towel.

There is a coordinated, albeit wearily measured, return to bed. Pedro foregoes a new shirt, choosing instead to fall face-first on top of the rumpled duvet. You track down some Tylenol PM, with fingers crossed that maybe this is just a 12-hour thing. But, just in case, the bathroom waste basket is also placed beside the bed.

Finally, you slip beneath the comforter, maneuvering your patient until he is at least partially covered as well. And then, in turn, allow him to manipulate you into precisely the position he wants to be held: your face tucks into the damp, curling hair at the base of his neck, arm wrapped snug around the middle of his torso, legs entangled.

In the morning, you’ll deal with the next hurdle. Hopefully not the next hurl. But for now, you sleep.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader

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ctitan98official · 5 months

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Y/N in a production of Romeo and Juliet

(Fun fact: I wrote this back in 2022 before Resident Lover came out! I predicted it, y'all... But my shitpost is a little different than RL canon)

Y/N: *Playing Romeo* But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is, uhhh…wait, I got it! It is, um…

Y/N: *Whispers* Shit, what does this fucker say next?

Audience: *Offended and some people laughing, most notably Karl*

Karl: *Cracking up, elbows Alcina* I thought you said this was Shakespeare, but this is actually funny!

Alcina: *Smacks Karl’s elbow away* Shut up. You’re a stupid piece of shit and no one will ever love you.

Karl: Damn. Short, sweet and to the point…

Bela: *The director, frantically whispers to Y/N* It is the east and Juliette is the sun!

Y/N: *Can’t really hear her* Sit in your seat ‘cause Juliette wants to drink rum!

Karl: *Howling in the background*

Bela: *Growls and motions to Daniela to start*

Dani: *Playing Juliette* O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy-

Y/N: *Interrupts her, waving their hands* Dani, I’m right here! Hey!

Karl: *Wheezes and falls backwards in his chair causing a scene*

Bela: Cass, close the curtains. This was a mistake…

Cass: *Abruptly drops the curtain and crushes Y/N with it*

Audience: *Grumbling and annoyed*

Sal: *Over a speaker* Thank you joining us. This has been a Mother Miranda production… No refunds.

*A fucking riot breaks out*

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident lover

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moonkisseddelight · 2 years

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PAC: A Comforting Letter

*This is an intuition based reading.And it's also a letter from me to y'all incase y'all had a rough/bad day,week or month🥹 Sending love and abundance 💗✨

PILE 1🫧

Hey love💕

How are you doing, i know you feel like giving up sometimes or feel like nothing is going your way...But trust me, everything is going to fall in place and everything is going to go your way. Have patience my love, because the universe has the best in store for you. Your heart and your intentions are always good and blessings are on their way... So hold on tight and know that this too shall pass and happy bright days are on their way. Don't worry too much and try practising meditation 🥰

Love you,

XOXO 😘

PILE 2💙

Hey sweetie 💫

Are you exhausted and feeling burnt out and also feel like taking a break, then this pile is just for you. Tbh, all of us have been there too and ik it just gets hard sometimes. My dear reader, believe it or not, you're so hardworking and the amount of dedication you have towards the things you do is just so admirable 🥺, there's actually no harm if you sit back for once and rest a bit because your body,mind and soul are all begging for it, so please listen to them. Trust me sweetheart, your efficiency and productivity soo admirable and if you think your not matching some unrealistic expectations of people or even yourself, then please stop, cuz it's not true. Your already doing more than what you usually do. So,please take care of yourself and i suggest y'all to start journalling or even picking up a hobby to relax☺️

Lot's of love,

XOXO 😘

#enhypen tarot #tarot community #kpop tarot #pick an image #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #pick a card reading #daily tarot #tarot reading #tarot of the day #comfort reads #letters #fyp2022 #law of manifestation #bts tarot #stray kids tarot

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vqrtualheartss · 10 months

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ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ| (Yes that is my name)

I'm getting a lil' emotional cz like, my page is growing?? Again, I love y'all for it and like thank you so so much and I promise to get started on atmv3 as soon as I can

I've been seeing these all around so I'm giving them a try

Might turn these into stories

There's are what the title says, plus character pairings

Online Dating AU |

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 On facetime with Miles you told him "I love you" for the first time thinking he wouldn't hear because he was playing CoD until you saw him try to physically wipe the smile of his face with it returning wider each time. He was stuttering trying to say it back after he realized you were looking directly at the screen smiling. (He was basically talking gibberish until he gave in and said it in Spanish). —Bonus, you didn't understand the Spanish so he tried saying it in English and was still stuttering so he used Spanglish—

(💜) "yo love you también- I mean tienes todo mi corazón- Yo estaba tratando de decir I love you"

(💜) Had a 3 hour long call with you two doing hair but kept going offtrack arguing which hair products were better for 4c, eventually he admitted that he just wanted to hear you talk

(💜) Drew a big ass portrait of you in Brooklyn but decided against showing you over the phone promising himself that he has to show you in person one day. It took him days to perfect with him being The Prowler and all

(💜) Visiting unknowingly, Rio caught him singing Spanish love songs to you and teased him about it.

Break up AU |

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 His friends practically begged you to speak to him because he's been out of it in studies, on the court etc. Turned into having that deep talk and you both sobbing, holding each other. Or making out who knows

(💜) "Why are you here ?" x "I didn't know where else to go"

(💜) There were multiple times where you caught each other staring, the tension wasn't anything rough or edgy though, more like unfinished business.

(💜) Both found each other getting wasted trying to forget about one another, when confronted about it y'all had that gaze set upon the other waiting to see who'd make the first move you want to. (Kinda like a Lil Tjay and Rubi Rose moment)

(💜) Made up an excuse that he came for his stuff just so he could see you. (He left them there btw)

(💜) Over the phone he had that honeyed laughter saying " Tesoro, you're not my ex if we're gonna come back to each other? Aún te amo y sé que tú también"

ִ ࣪𖤐 (Y/N) x e42 Miles Tropes

(☁️) Laughs at kids falling x Covers mouth if they do it in broad daylight (vice versa could work too)

(☁️) "I'd never let my girl out like that" — "My wife can do whatever she wants I have a glock"

(☁️) Brat x "Yell at me again and I'll give you a real reason to scream"

(☁️) "I hate my hair today" x "I really don't care. You still look beautiful and I'm trying to not kiss you senseless right now"

(☁️) "Are you making a hickey on me??" x "How else are people supposed to know what's mine?"

(☁️)"I'm nothing special" x "You're special to me"

(☁️) "I don't think I'll be able to give you what you want right now", "It's a good thing we have forever"

(☁️) "I'm so fucked up all I want is you" "I love you too"

I'm so sorry it's short, I needed something to keep my page alive, I have like 3 stories I want to write and have not started one. lol

#Spotify #black tumblr #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles x reader #black reader #miles morales #flowers #earth 42 miles fluff #fluff #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miles gonzalo morales #dae #vqrtualheartss

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heavenlymarie0 · 9 months

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MDNI!! SHOO GO DO SOME HOMEWORK OR READ A CHILD APPROPRIATE BOOK!!

slight exhibition, soft dom aki and sorta kei, childhood friends, usage of princess and slut like once, afab(mentions female parts) no i didn’t read through, see bottom for more stuff

xoxo happy reading

“why do you have to take what’s mine kei!”

“cause it’s fun to see you get mad”

tsukishima kei, has been your best friend, predestined way before you were born. When your parents met the tsukishima’s they immediately became close, basically considering one another family. A few years later akiteru was born, then kei, and then just a few months later you. life as the youngest had its pros and cons. you and kei walked together everyday, ever since primary school so that means no ever bothered you. but, that didn’t stop kei from messing with you….

“your edges are a lopsided”

“kei…go somewhere and leave me alone, unless you learn to do hair don’t comment on mine”

“i’m just trying to help, also your glasses are smudged”

you side eye him with extreme distaste.

but there was one pro that you loved the most about this relationship with the boys, and that was aki. you have been smitten with him ever since you could see colors, he is the complete opposite of kei, laughing at all your terrible corny jokes, watching movies with you, letting you practice your braiding.

“OW Y/N CHRIST THAT’S TOO TIGHT!!”

“aki don’t wine! i’m almost done, hand me the braiding gel please”

You loved the boys in different ways but still equally, y'all would always spend one weekend a month together. even when everyone went to college. it definitely wasn’t hard, being that you and kei were roommates. when your parents found out y’all were both interested in going to sendai city they were able to arrange you both to be roommates. which was the biggest mistake ever.

“KEI!! how many times do i have to tell you?!? KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY STUFF”

“I didn’t touch your stuff Y/N and even if i did who cares, it’s just a couple hair products”

“oh really!!! well next time i order my stuff you can swipe your card so you can see how expensive they are”

“whatever. just cleanup, niichan will be here soon”

the three of you are all sitting watching a movie, kei on the ground using the couch as a pillow, and you and aki cuddling. cuddling with aki is so normal to all of you since you’ve been doing it forever. but tonight was different.

everyone falls asleep, but you feel your throat getting dry and also want some more comfortable clothes. you walk into the room and put on some shorts and the oversized t-shirt you stole from kei a couple days ago. walking back towards the kitchen you try reaching for a cup on the top shelf, but you feel something warm behind you. immediately you noticed it had to be kei, since aki is a little shorter

“k-kei…what are you doing?”

“Y/N why do you prefer niichan over me?”

kei says while his hand roams your plump waist, softly rubbing every part of it, admiring it.

“is it ok for me to touch you like this?”

“yes..it feels mhm~ really nice”

your head falling onto his chest, sinking into his warm touch that now surrounds you. You turn around to make eye contact with him. As you open your mouth to ask him what’s this all about, his soft lips meet with yours. His hand placement draws you closer, worried that you would slip away. He needed this moment to last forever.

He breaks the kiss trying to give you a chance to breathe. His eyes glaze over as he looks at the girl he’s been in love with forever.

“wh-why did you do that kei…”

“wow your slower than I thought, as big as your head is you have a small brain Y/N”

you roll your eyes at this comment, but kei bends down, making close contact with the shell of your ear, immediately it gets hot.

“i want you.”

you look up, mouth wide open, staring at the large boy in front of you. the only thing in your mind is how great he’d feel, touching and worshiping your body.

“take me then kei.”

almost running out of the kitchen he drags you inside his room. you’ve been inside it multiple times since you steal his stuff practically everyday, but this time you felt more nervous and anxious. he pulls you around the side of his bed, pushing you back so you fall. while you lay there his soft hands begin to pull up the shirt to exposed you stomach

“you complain about me taking you stuff only to walk around in my shirt.”

he smirks looking up at you, only to start kissing your stomach. he pulls the shirt even further and makes his way to your chest. his lips opening and latching onto them. a small moan exits your mouth, to which he responds with a bite on your nipple.

“fuck! ow kei what the hell you dick”

“if you’re gonna moan, it needs to be loud enough for niichan to hear.”

“you’re so sadistic mhm~”

before you could finish your sentence, kei interrupting you by rubbing his hand on your wet clothed cunt.

“did niichan make you this wet or was it the way i was holding you?”

the blonde hair boy asks while he pulls down your shorts revealing your pretty pussy.

“no panties? nice choice”

licking a soft line up to your clit, he begins to swirl his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Your hands fall down to reach his slightly curly blonde locks, pulling him closer. He removes his hands from your thighs, only to hold yours back.

“ahh~ kei please”

“sorry but hands off my love”

his gentle slow licks speed up. unable to hold back anymore your voice echoes off the wall.

“mmm yes kei right there”

his glasses starting to fog up from the heat of your body, he removes them and places them on you. you look so cute, face all flushed, his glasses on you, and desperate for the pleasure he’s giving you.

“hey Y/N, look at me ok.”

trying to reposition yourself on your elbows. you notice how truly handsome the boy in front of you is, especially as ravages you. tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead causing his hair to stick to his face. his long fingers hold on to you so tightly. you were so focused on his charm you didn’t notice the slight flood of light entering from the door. but kei did.

“looks like we have a guest”

your eyes instantly shoot towards the door, as you begin to reach your climax and feel the twisting in your stomach.

“AKI!”

your eyes see white and your body twitches. aki mesmerized by the way you lay on the bed. heavily breathing, bonnet slipping off, just a mess.

“oh no Y/N seems you woke up niichan, and you’ve also caused him a slight problem”

you look down to see the hard on aki has. motioning for him to come over to you, mustering up the strength to move, you crawl over to him and slowly pull down his plaid pajama pants. he looks down at you, the girl he grew up with. tugging down his boxer you are surprised by aki’s dick. it’s not long but it’s extremely veiny, with a blush pink tip, and an impressive amount of girth. your mind begins to wonder what the other brother’s looks like. but before you could even look at it while you were distracted he had begun rubbing it on your wet cunt, teasing your clit and entrance. trying to turn around aki grabs your head pushing himself all the way into your mouth and kei pushes himself into you at the same time.

“wow Y/N it’s like this slutty pussy of yours was made for me!”

aki lets out a soft moan as your mouth vibrates in response to kei’s lewd remark.

“mm you look so pretty Y/N my little princess”

as if in unison both blondes began slowly thrust into you. feeling full in both holes, your moans rise in volume but muffled by aki dick. focusing on kei pushing in and out of you manage to imagine what it looks like. kei’s isn’t as girthy but definitely long! it feels as if he‘s in your stomach with every thrust. the slow hard thrust turning fast, almost completely unable make sense of anything. you let the two boys use your body. trying to reach your climax you feel kei stop.

“mhm kei why did you stop~” your words slurred.

“don’t cum until I say so…both of you”

you look up at aki face, similar in confusion to yours, but you both nod anyway and continue.

eventually you reach the same highness you felt earlier.

“I guess you wanna mphm~ cum huh slut?”

“does our little princess wanna cum?”

PT. 2?!?!

THIS IS MY FIRST WRITING SO PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!! I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM….but don’t be a bitch <33

#tsukishima x reader smut #haikyuu #tsukishima kei #tsukishima akiteru #haikyu smut

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carbonfiction · 2 years

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Love me tender

A/n: This last week I've come to the conclusion that, for some unknown reason, writing fluff is so so difficult for me, or maybe its just me and my lack of experience lmfao. This is a little out of my comfort zone but it just felt like something i needed to express ig? Plus, it felt appropriate to share today with it being his birthday! So happy Birthday Aus, you beautiful,gentle and dedicated sweetheart! Anways! I hope y'all enjoy and that its not too unbearably cheesy or trash. Ps, theres more regular filth content comin soon!

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Words: 976

Summary: set around canne film festival. Theres no words to describe the pride you feel after seeing the product of Austins dedication to his role in Elvis.

Warnings: honestly this is just tooth rotting softness, boyfriend!Austin is my beloved, a few mentions of being overwhelmed? Shoddy fluff writing but Again it’s just a massive love fest.

There's nothing that makes you feel as content as Austin's presence.

It's been a day of excitement, filled with love and happiness. Your sure tonight has been the proudest you've ever been of another person.

There are no words to describe the pride you feel after seeing the product of Austin's dedication. Let alone bearing witness to the ovation of his peers and Elvis's family.

It doesn't seem to sink in, even as you Sit atop a blanket on a hiking trail, both still in your finery, looking over a lit-up Canne. Or as he does something as mundane and gentle as plucking a chocolate-coated strawberry from a gift box before bringing it to your lips. It had made you smile, the sweet berry and bitter darkness of his favourite chocolate swirling over your tongue and down your throat.

The world around you both is dark, save for the dotted lights of lanterns strategically placed around the area. It's a breathtaking light show, You, Austin, and a picnic spread.

In truth, it’s everything you both need after the stress of the day.

Even now as you glance over, everything around you seems inconsequential, compared to him. Still clad in his tux, with a guitar strewn across his lap, Austin looks a picture. Handsome and gentle all in one as he strums away, voice gently serenading you through the chords of love me tender.

Love me tender, love me true,

All my dreams fulfilled,

For my darling I love you,

And I always will,

A wave of emotion spills over you as he plays, remembering the call that had Kickstarted the events of the last few years. Your head resting on top of Austin's thumping heart as Baz dramatically delivered "are you ready to fly, Mr Presley?"

Love me tender, love me long,

Take me to your heart,

For it's there that I belong,

And we'll never part,

And yet, despite the repetitive nature, you'd listened to him practice his lines, prepare his scenes and talk your ears off as he studied Elvis's iconic southern drawl. You'd even helped him dye his hair black. But never once did you grow tired of your boyfriend's obsession, not with the way his eyes would light up as he learnt something new about the king.

Love me tender, love me dear,

Tell me you are mine,

I'll be yours through all the years,

'Til the end of time.

Tears spring to your eyes, clouding the sight in front of you and for a brief moment, you are thankful that Austin's so focused on the song.

That is until he hears a muffled sob break from you.

Immediately, he puts the instrument down on the blanket, shuffling forward until his warm hands are on your cheeks. Thumbs catching the few free-falling tears. Concern laces his voice as he speaks "Oh darlin' girl, what's the matter? What're the tears for hm?"

"Nothing Aus, m' just overwhelmed" you reach his eyes, still sniffling.

Confusion covers his features for a moment before he speaks again. "Overwhelmed? Talk to me Darlin, s'okay, I got you"

a few softer sobs rack your chest at his response, your boyfriend ever being the understanding sweetheart. You can't explain it but your sure he has to be an angel sent from above. And my god are you thankful.

Reaching a hand up, your palm rests on his cheek, heart skipping a beat at the way he looks at you. "I- i just can't believe you're all mine Aus, l-love you so much a-an I'm so so proud of you. Feel so lucky to have you baby"

You just wished you knew how to pour all of the love you had for Austin into your stuttered words. You loved this man more than anyone else and he was, without doubt, the most important part of your life.

Austin's eyes soften more, an adorably bashful pink tink covering his cheeks all the way down to his neck. And Within seconds of the words tumbling out of your lips, he has you pulled into his lap, his arms encasing you to his chest. Having always been a shy kid at heart, rather than endure your overwhelming endearment his face lands in the crook of your neck. The smile on his face presses softly onto your skin. your words rendering him speechless.

So you hold him close to you, one hand gently playing with the hair at the base of his neck. The other strokes up and down his suit-clad back, just as he does for you.

Moments pass, just embracing each other, as your sobs turn to gentle, barely noticeable hiccups. And when Austin's head does finally lift from placing kisses along your neck he just stares, completely awestruck.

God, we both look like first-time lovesick teenagers, you think humorously.

The air around you both is silent, swirling with feelings and emotion in such a magnitude that it's vocally inexpressible. Meanwhile, Austin's fingers tangle with yours, his lips plant soft kisses from your temples down to your cheeks and then finally, your lips.

It seems to take him a moment to find the words before he's speaking softly, words trembling on his tongue. "You know, i- I should be thanking you. f-for everything. You put up with me obsessin, day and night, over and over an I- I just can’t tell ya how much it means, that you stuck by my side a-an that you cheer me on. You love me like nothin else in the world matters, i- I just know I Couldnt'a done this crazy ride withoutcha by my side Darlin”

Despite his thankfulness, there’s no need for any verbal response. Instead, you simply wrap your arms tighter around his body. Forever just needing to hold him, love him, tenderly.

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New DickRae fanfic y'all! A dark adventure of a Talon and a witch into the world of curses and demons, doused in humor and topped with the usual disturbing themes we cannot get enough of.

Excerpt from chapter 1:

Dick’s hand came into a tensed pause halfway through the slice, the tautness that had claimed his biceps and muscles prevented it from continuing any further. His irises shrank beneath the cowl as alarms sounded in his brain, clenching his chest and crushing down onto his heart, which would definitely enter frenzy mode if it hadn’t lost all the beats years ago. A slump formed in his throat, and Dick himself had a hard time swallowing it.

The darkness enveloping them was shifting, pulsing, the shadows seemed to coil and recoil around him, releasing a heavy tension that licked at his skin.

Something had arrived, prowling in the night where he couldn’t see, their gaze trained on his back, painting a target there.

If gooseflesh could prickle his skin, they certainly would break out from the core of him right about now. If he could sweat, his own perspiration could amass into a pool for him to dive in.

He had built quite a knowledge of what aura different species might radiate through the assignments from the Court, the air that wandered about them, all the aspects of their various emotions that could invade the air for his trained instincts and augmented senses to discern. He could tell where and when danger might strike to backtrack out of harm’s way at the last minute. A crucial ability forged in desperate time to keep his head fixed on his neck.

Animals, regular people, irregular people, metahumans, aliens, lab-researched abominations, what sparked his alert signals did not fall under known categories.

This presence, whatever it was, couldn't be from the mortal plane. He had no intel and no information as for what it was capable of, or its danger levels.

The shadows in this vicinity pulsated again, the pace strong and uncontrollable, and Dick couldn’t resist an illusory shudder that rake through his spine - marrow and bones - when tendrils of pure blackness ascended from the floor, billowing and swirling in a grotesque dance as though welcoming the birth of an unfathomable creature from the underworld. His clenched fists were as tight as the heavy pressure hammering his chest, enough for him to almost believe that life had sparked within his heart, the two polars of fight-or-flight instincts hollering into his ears.

His teeth bared as he withdrew the blades from their compartment. He had come so far to step back and quit…

The shadows coiled and undulated, shrinking, expanding, then assuming the form of... a woman?

She twirled her way out of the darkness, standing a safe distance across from him. The trailing indigo cloak she shrouded herself in didn't give away much useful information regarding her identity, but her feminine figure was vaguely visible the moment its loose fabric fluttered in the light breeze of the night. That was how he manage to confirm her gender.

Dick couldn't get a good look at her face or expression, for they were concealed by the hood of her cloak, casting a shield of enigma over her. For a second, he was convinced that the Court had switched tactics and employed a new plan in their mass-production of psychotic undead killers, because she was no different from them all. Her complexion was an unhealthy pale gray, and no emotions were flickering in the violet pools that were her eyes.

But her delicate features weren’t disfigured by criss-crossing black veins - a characteristic shared by all Talons operating and surviving on the electrum alloy the Court invented and branded. Dick noticed the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath the cloak - which went to show that she hadn’t been morphed by their ideals for a practical bodyguard. Then there was also the fact that she seemed concerningly diminutive, missing all the minimum requirements the Court upheld with consistency regarding the physique of their elite assassins.

She appeared unable to harm a fly, but Dick wasn't going to let such hoax lure him into her trap. The tension that strained his muscles was gnawing at his inside, he knew by intuition that the woman before him wasn’t to be underestimated.

The air around her betrayed her nature. Demonic . Chaotic . The pressure from her alone could drown him in unending madness if she desired.

He needed a plan.

Right then, the woman bolted.

All the muscles in his body went rigid with readiness in an attempt to calculate her attacks, one of his legs had already pressed into the ground to create momentum. His unblinking eyes set on her, the amber they held flared into a flame…

Only to find her swerving in the direction of the fallen Talon, and crouched down next to him.

A trembling gasp left her, and Dick’s lips pursed as his ears picked up the barely inaudible sound. Was there some sort of connection between her and the human Halloween pumpkin he left there? Was she his secret lover? Was the Court so sick of Dick’s existence and partnered with forces unknown to ensure his elimination?

Was she about to subject him to a rain of fury?

Could he last through it?

Dick brandished his blades with a swift swing of his hand, teeth grinding as he reeled all the wayward thoughts into the furthest corner of his mind. This was no time for meaningless questions.

The woman didn’t spare him a second glance. Her small, pallid hand slid into her cloak to procure an item he couldn’t see. A bomb? An instrument invented from another world’s technology that could snap his head in an instant? A pocket enclosure of a monster which she intended to unleash upon him?

Dick’s thoughts raced in his head, poring over and sieving the information he had managed to gather as he worked on a counter-attack.

She looked no match for him in terms of physical strength, it wouldn’t be so complicated to sever her spinal cord and have death come for her before she hit the ground. But he needed to take her ability into account, which he was in the dark about…

She lifted the device to her lips…

The clutch on the handle of his blade tightened. He couldn’t discern or read this woman, and the unknown was gripping his brain, squeezing out alert signals in all directions…

The situation doesn't look very promising.

She talked, her low voice was gravel-like, with no cadence, inhuman like a Talon, grating on his already frayed nerves.

Was that… a spell? A magic user?

“Raven calling the Titans. I found a person in critical condition. He suffered several heavy mutilations that required immediate medical intervention. Prepare the infirmary, I’m teleporting him back to the Tower.”

A Titan… This should be…

Huh

Huh?

A what?

The Talons that were approved for field work had limited emotional capabilities, and moments of surprise were a rarity for Dick ever since his conversion. That didn’t change the fact that right now, he was in a stupor, he looked stupid with both arms raised gripping two sharp items that he apparently didn’t need, the unnecessary train of thoughts weaving through his mind had burned an unnecessary hole in his brain for no usable reason. Oh, and he definitely needed a reality check, fast.

The woman - or Raven, as she called herself - turned to face him one last time, a snarl dominating her expression. The shadow swirled in waves from the floor again, crashing into her and his prey, sweeping them out of his sight in one swish.

Dick was left alone on the rooftop, again surrounded by the darkness, both arms still raised with a disarray of thoughts to rearrange in his head, and a rising sense of awkwardness to grapple with.

So, a Titan.

The amount of evil she exuded was ten times what he could manage in a rage, and she was a Titan?

Weren’t them like, well, children and adolescents aspiring to be crimefighters? With no hand-on experience and more often than not have to run back to the big guys crying?

And that… Raven was made a Titan?

Dick could no longer stop the incredibility that had started to display itself in full force across his features.

Was screwed recruitment a common theme lately?

Wait.

Even the heroes ran out of budget?

Wait. WAIT!

Fuck, she brought the Talon with her. What was he supposed to resend to the Court?

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