#its so messy but I really don't want to clean it up further

[luveline]

oooh! just had an idea!!! bombshell reader x spencer where he comes over to her apartment one day on the weekend to suprise her with breakfast/flowers bc they just started dating. however, bombshell is in sweats/no makeup/messy hair when she answers but when she sees its spencer, she FLIPS out/slams the door bc she doesnt want him to see her in that state. spencer, however, is confused ofc because he genuinely doesnt notice her outfit/lack of makeup and thinks she is gorgeous no matter what.

hope this is ok ♡ fem, 1.1k

The song starts slow and ends slower. You could picture Spencer listening to it, his head on your shoulder or yours on his, wired earphones shared between you. 

You grab a pencil to jot a quick post-it note so you'll remember, one knee on your desk chair. You don't want to sit down with the shower running in case you get distracted by your new photo frame.

You and Spencer took a photo to commemorate finally getting together. Or rather, Hotch did, standing behind the camera with an impossible mixture of fondness and disapproval. You look like a true couple with matching graphic t-shirts and beaming smiles, Spencer's arm over your shoulders and yours behind his back. You can't see it without staring; you use all your strength to ignore the photo, pulling your post-it from its pad and tacking the yellow square to your vanity. Tell Spencer about love song from Ocean Boulavard. 

The door to your apartment rings with a knock. If you weren't distracted in your losing don't-think-about-Spencer battle, you'd recognise the timid pattern of it. 

You've been expecting a parcel all weekend. 

"Coming!" you call, tugging a sweater over your vest top, plaid pyjama pants dragging against the floor as you make your way out of your bedroom and into the main living area. "Two seconds!" 

You give yourself a precursory glance in the mirror next to the door before you answer it. You'd never go out like this, but the delivery driver won't see you long. You're mostly clean and fully dressed, though your socks don't match. 

That's another thing to tell Spencer. He must be rubbing off on you. 

"Hello," you say cheerily, pulling the door open with a smile. 

"Hi," Spencer says, big brown eyes aglow at the sight of you, his hands full to bursting. There are enough things in his hands to hide his chest completely. 

You don't have a chance to decipher exactly what he's brought as you flinch behind the cover of the door, not cruel enough to close it in his face, but wanting to. "Spencer! What are you doing here?" 

"Well, you live here." 

His hand comes up tentatively near yours on the door. He doesn't push it further in or attempt to come inside. He might have, if you hadn't squeaked in warning, biting down on the soft inside of your cheek. 

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

"Everything is fine!" You squeeze your eyes closed, your pulse a hummingbird hammering between them. 

"Really?" Spencer asks, taking back his hand. "Can I–"

There's a shuffling sound like he might step forward, and that's the last straw, you're fully panicking as you slam it closed.

A too long silence. Your breath comes unnaturally quickly, your thoughts racing to match. I can't believe I just did that. Why did I do that? 

What do I do? 

"Spencer, I'm naked," you say. 

"You were definitely wearing clothes. What's wrong? I brought breakfast, I thought I'd surprise you. I texted you. When you didn't answer I figured maybe you were still sleeping after last night, but… now I'm thinking maybe I read that wrong."

"You didn't read it wrong! You can always come over!" you insist, looking around behind you as if you might suddenly find a full face of makeup hiding in your sideboard, or a fresh change of clothes hanging on the coat hooks. 

"Okay, so, can I come in?" 

You poke at the sore bit of skin in your cheek with a wince. "Spence, I'm not dressed. Like, I'm not ready. I look like a mess." 

"You looked beautiful. For the two seconds that I could see your face, at least." You breathe in uselessly. An answer doesn't present itself. Spencer offers some wisdom while you panic, but you aren't sure you want to hear it. "We're dating, right? So as much as you clearly don't want me to see you like this, it's gonna happen. Hopefully regularly?" He laughs lightly on the other side of the door. "Can I please come in?" 

Nerves gnaw at your fingers, uncomfortable pins and needles. "What if you don't like it as much?" you ask quietly. You're surprised he can hear you. 

"Do you trust me?"

What sort of question is that? This isn't about trust. This is about you, an image of yourself you hold and that you want others to share, it's why you dress as you do, why you wear your intricate hairstyles, and spend hours upon hours priming and primping.

You want to be pretty deeply, especially in Spencer's eyes. Do you trust him to find you pretty still, without all the extra effort? Pretty from the moment you wake up? 

You wait for the verdict as you open the door again. The handle clicks and lugs, the hinge whining as it swings inward. You step backward to allow him space, meeting Spencer's eyes with an insecurity that doesn't suit you.

He doesn't react at first. His hand tightens around the neck of a sprawling bouquet, wildflowers like a burst of colour against his chest, the long white body of a lily of the valley kissing the curve of his neck. He smells like powdered sugar donuts and the food truck they came from, the story of his obsession a remembered delight. I think of you every time I cross the square to the train station by my place. The warm vanilla smell reminds me of your perfume. But I'm usually already thinking of you. He's been bringing you donuts intermittently for months now. 

He finally smiles at you, all manner of morning warmth flooding the room with him. The sun at his heels, the silky brown colour of his hair, you look up as he steps close, as light silhouettes him, turns the silk to fluff. You can see every detail this close down to the baby flyaways, and he can see the same. 

"How could you think I wouldn't like this?" he asks. His words are hushed with earnestness but yards from hesitant. Spencer is unabashedly, genuinely enamoured with you. "You're so pretty. You always are." 

You beg him silently to hold your face, taking the flowers from his hand. He can read you from that small action alone, raising a deft hand to your cheek. 

You lean into his palm. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

[slaymybreathaway]

All I Wanted - Roderick Heffely x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 742

Masterlist

"Y/n come over," Rodrick said through the phone, his room was in the attic of the house so he didn't really have to whisper.

"Why? What's up?" y/n said as she sat on her at her desk, putting on eyeliner just for fun. Her room was in the attic, too.

"Don't you wanna see Greg's face when I trick him into thinking it's the first day of school?" he said. Y/n could sense his smirk through the phone.

"Yanno, I would love too but I just got into bed. Damn," she lied.

The girl could hear footsteps coming from the other side of the phone and then the sound of curtains opening. "Liar. You're a bad girlfriend," Rodrick said.

Y/n winced in defeat as she walked over to the window. She could see straight across, to the Heffley's house. Rodrick stood waving through the top window.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Rod," Y/n said with no expression.

The L/n's moved in last year and it wasn't long before the Oldest Heffely brother made his feelings for the Oldest l/n sister very clear.

Y/n made an effort to show little to none romantic intrest in the boy but somehow, he just wouldn't back off.

"If, I come over will you stop telling everyone that I'm your girlfriend?"

Y/n crossed her arms. She could see Rodricks's visible disappointment through the window.

"Alright, fine," he sighed.

Y/n hung up the phone and put on her shoes. She crept down the stairs slowly, trying not to wake her family.

When she got halfway down the stairs she heard a little voice. "Y-y/n," her little sister, Janie, spoke while rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Y/n walked up the stairs and picked up the three year old. The little girl clung to her like a koala. "Come on honey, let's go back to sleep. I'll buy you some ice-cream tomorrow afternoon. Does that sound good?"

Janie nodded, sleepily. The second her head hit the pillow, she started to snore.

"Phew," y/n whispered as she returned to her original mission.

She made it out of the house with no further obstacles and as he walked next door, she could she Rodrick standing at the porch.

"What took you so long?" he whispered.

"Little sister caught me. I bribed her with ice-cream," she whispered back and walked through the front door.

They walked up two sets of stairs to rodricks room that was... Surprisingly clean. "It's not a pigstye in here," y/n crossed her arms.

Rodrick raised an eyebrow. "Why would you think my room would be messy?" he asked.

Y/n walked to the bed. "I can see more from my window than you think," she shrugged.

♡

They sat on his bed, talking for a while. Rodrick was showing y/n his ideas for new Loaded Diaper songs.

"Yeah and there's this one. Which I really like but it's a duet and none of the other guys would like this kind of song so I might just keep that one for myself," he explained.

Y/n looked at him confusedly. "So you are able to tell everyone that I'm your girlfriend but you can't even ask me to duet a song with you?"

He looked over at her "Wait, you can sing?"

Y/n giggled and nodded.

"Alright cool. We have practice here every Friday after school so just come by," Rodrick smiled.

In that moment, y/n forgot what she had against the black haired boy.

♡

An hour had passed and they were still in the same place, only this time, they were listening to music off Rodrick's ipod through his earphones. Each of them had one earbud in.

'All I Wanted' by Paramore started playing. Rodrick cringed, its the most 'girly' song on his playlist. He looked over at y/n to see her opinions on it when he had realised that she had fallen asleep.

He had really grown to like this girl but the only way he knew how to show his emotions was to be painfully obvious. He wished that he worked differently but hey, would it have led to her in his bedroom?

Rodrick lay down beside y/n , putting his arm around her waist just as the chorus of the song kicked in.

All I wanted was you

#roderick heffley x reader #roderick heffley #roderick #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk rodrick #emo music #paramore #Spotify

[magicspace114]

New faces part 2

So... there was a demon passed out on your couch. Or alien.

Truthfully, all fear you had for this thing disappeared when it bleated like a goat and ran into a wall trying to escape you. You've determined the strange purple blood it leaked was not an acid that would eat your skin when it accidentally dripped onto your wrist past the gloves.

Now that you were close enough, you were starting to lean more to the alien option for this creature. It had some strange tech on it that you've never seen before.

For one, there was a stick attached to its leg that had strange buttons and lights on it. On pressing one, it gave you an electric shock so you assumed it was some kind of taser and put it somewhere this alien wouldn't reach it in case it tried to use it against you. Why it hadn't already, you were sure they were too in shock and concussed to try.

There was a small clip on its ear too that had a light green glow around the edge of it and bands around both its wrists made of some grey metal. There was a similar band around its neck that had a flashing yellow light on it.

"Is this how you spoke English earlier?"

The creature started to move but it didn't appear to be awake. It let out a small whine and its legs started pulling closer to its chest. It shivered too. You pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over the alien and tucked it around it. When that didn't appear to be enough, you pulled out a small electric heater and pointed it at the creature.

It sighed and relaxed, no longer shivering. It looked peaceful. You smiled at the creature. It looked rather cute and fluffy and if it weren't for the fact this was an unknown creature that was certainly terrified of you, you might have started cooing and fussing over it. You really needed a pet or something.

For now, you just decided to clean up while you waited for it to wake up. Your apartment wasn't messy but things had been knocked over when the creature ran away from you. You just had to straighten some things out and once that was done, you just sat down on a sofa across from the alien and waited, passing the time on your phone.

You didn't remember falling asleep but you certainly startled awake at the sound of rustling. The alien wasn't on the couch anymore but you heard noise from your kitchen. On getting there, you found it rooting through your cupboards desperately looking for something. You remembered the weapon you took off them.

"Uh, what are you doing?" You asked.

The creature bleated again and turned to you, eyes wide and startled. It blinked a couple times, breaths picking up before it reached for one of your kitchen knives. You immediately jumped in to stop them.

"No, no!" You said, pushing the block of knives further away from it and trapping its closest arm against the counter.

"Let me go! Let me go!" The creature yelped.

"Only if you don't try to attack me!"

"Please," the creature whined in such a heart breaking tone, "please don't hurt me." They shrunk down now, crouching to the ground.

You regretted pinning them but it was for your own safety. You let go of their arm, putting your knives away in a high cabinet before stepping away from the alien and giving them space.

"I'm not going to hurt you," you said calmly, "I was just trying to defend myself. You don't need to fight me." You held your hands out in a placating manner, hands open to show they were empty.

The alien looked at them then back at you, "what do you want from me?"

"Nothing," you said, "I just want to know what you were doing in my home. I've never seen someone like you before."

"I- I didn't mean to intrude," the creature said, panic rising again "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your home. I- I promise- I-"

"Hey," you started, "just breathe. I'm not angry with you. I'm just confused. You're not in trouble. Just breathe."

The creature took in a few panicked breaths and didn't seem to believe you at all. They had curled themselves up into a tight ball, limbs pulled close to their body and head ducked down.

"How about we introduce each other?" You suggested, hoping that if you talked more, they'd unconsciously start slowing their breathing down. "I'll go first. Hi, I'm May. What's your name?"

"M-May?" The creature asked.

"Yup," you nodded with a smile, "do you have a name?"

"I- I'm uh-" the creature took a breath, deeper than their last few so you took it as a sign that the conversation was helping. "I'm Totobyc Maechislovic III."

You grimaced at the longer name but nodded. "Tot- To-" you winced more, "can I call you Toby?"

"Toby's not my name," the creature said.

"I know, it's just your name is very long and here, longer names tend to get shortened to help conversations flow. If you're not ok with the nickname, we can try another."

"Toby is fine," they nodded, seemingly relaxing now. "Was your name longer?"

"Well, a bit. Originally, my mother wanted to name me Mayflower but was thankfully talked out of it. I can't imagine all the bullying I would have got if I was actually called that." You let out a huff of breath.

Toby nodded slowly, careful to move at all. "Um, May? I had some things with me when I came here. Did you take them?"

"Well, I took your coat off so I could look for more injuries. There was also this long stick thing that gave me a shock. I was worried it was a weapon so I put it away."

Toby looked down at themselves, fiddling with the wrist bands on their arms. The bands looked rather tight on them, like they could cut off circulation but you didn't want to remove them in case they were some translator or even life support.

"Uh, Toby, are those bands part of your translator or something?" You pointed to them.

Toby flinched when you pointed and you quickly took your hand away. "Uh, n-no. They're uh... restraints."

"Restraints?"

"W-well, um..." Their shoulders tensed up again and their hands were waving around. They were panicking again.

"Easy," you said calmly, "if you don't want to talk about that now, it's ok. Just keep breathing. Stay calm."

"I can't stay calm!" Toby grabbed at his horns, "I'm stuck in an enclosed space with one of the deadliest creatures in the universe!"

"Deadliest creature in the universe? Me?" You chuckled in disbelief, "where did you get that from?"

"Thousands of years of history and research into your biology and social structures. There is talk that you once walked your prey to death!"

You rolled your eyes. You'd heard that one before. "Yeah, in the cavemen days, thousands of years ago. Many of us aren't even fit to walk a mile now, nevermind walk after a gazelle until it died."

"You've fought each other in huge global wars!"

"Yeah, that's a lot more recent," you muttered.

"And you're capable of surviving missing limbs and traumatic brain injuries!"

"I can't dispute with you there," you said, "but we also freak out over tiny, harmless insects, trip on air and enter a room only to forget why we went in there." You smiled when Toby just stared at you. They didn't seem so panicky now. They just blinked at you. "What you heard, we're capable of but it's not like we just do that on the regular. You're looking at extremes, not our mundane. We can be pretty clumsy sometimes." You chuckled.

Toby didn't say anything after that. They just watched you for a while, probably wondering if you were lying. They pulled their limbs close to them again but this time, it was less out of panic and more because they were shivering again.

"Stay there, I'll get you a blanket." You got up to leave. Toby stayed.

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[mgnifiqueyoo]

— "old friend."

requested by: @lluvjjun pairing: zb1 taerae x fem!reader song recommendation: hello (adele) lowercase is intended…

— a/n: so i'm back again with my second zb1 oneshot! (which is so angsty and honestly, pretty realistic this time btw but oh, well- luv me some angst T.T) and i just wanted to clarify that i'm a multi so y'all can always request for other groups as well such as p1harmony, xikers, boys planet trainees, etc. + also, u might really not care about how i felt about this oneshot but damn, i had tears in my eyes so i hope you all enjoy it! </3

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“... oh?”

opening the front door of your home after hearing a knock or two, you found yourself a little confused when you were met with your seatmate’s gaze. it was christmas eve and the simple dinner between you and your family had just ended, which meant you were returning to your normal life, asking yourself if santa could even give you what you wished for. — maybe a different way of living where you could afford anything you’ve laid your eyes on.

but even the elves would think that’s more impossible than riding a bunch of floating reindeers.

“merry christmas, i guess?” taerae chuckled, still holding out a neatly wrapped present in both of his hands. the box’s red cover shone under the dim light above the two of you as he continued to encourage you in taking it from him. 

you never expected anyone to give you a present, especially since you’ve never gotten one after your father passed away. “... what made you think of… doing that?” you shyly questioned his initial ideas about this as his eyes looked up at the ceiling, probably searching for an answer as he bit his bottom lip, his fingertips tapping across the sides of the box. “well… i saw the way you looked at chaehyun last week and i thought that maybe i could make your christmas a little better.”

“you didn’t have to-”

“oh, but i wanted to,” he butted in quickly, not letting you finish your way of denying the present as he even pushed it further, waiting for you to just take it. “and i really do want you to open this in front of me.”

“why? i mean, isn’t that weird? it’s the middle of the night,” you retaliated, making him chuckle as he didn’t seem convinced with your excuse. “... but if that makes you feel better, then i’ll do it.” 

you had no other reason for you to not take the gift as the anticipation slowly grew in you, tearing off the wrapping paper from the box. carefully, you lifted its lid as taerae’s eyes were soon fixated on the way your eyes widened at what’s inside of it. — it had a clutch-sized teddy bear; perfectly sewn to fit in your arms without it having to feel either too big or too small as you put down the box on the floor, holding the stuffed animal closer to you. 

"... so, how does he feel? how does mr. ted feel?" taerae's eyes glimmered in excitement, eager to know what you'd tell him about the teddy bear his own hands created. in return, you chuckled, tightening the way you hugged the toy. "he feels like christmas." you answered, smiling back at the boy in front of you as he stared at you with belief; with so much fondness that no one could ever explain in words.

"merry christmas, taerae."

and now, you're staring into the distance, disappointed at how messy your room is. it's been six years since you took that christmas gift. to this day, you still knew that specific christmas eve stood out from the rest.

because somebody actually thought of giving you at least one thing.

“mom, please, i don't really have the budget right now," you pleaded, gripping your phone tightly as you continued to still clean up your room. you're looking for something you could get money from. being a waitress at a local, small coffee shop is not quite the answer for situations like this. "... i'll call you back once i get paid, okay? i just have nothing at the moment."

while you're at seoul trying to survive in a shitty apartment, your family is left stuck with raging debts after your father died. — you could tell that it really wasn’t the best decision for him to not even give your mother a chance to work for the family; there was always an insecurity laying beneath his motifs.

and now, you don’t even know what to do. your mother had been asking you for extra cash and your sister had been switching odd jobs here and there. the most surprising thing was the fact that you were the “stable one” compared to the two. 

it’s disheartening to think of it.

a waitress being the stable one in the family.

“... ah, shit.” you muttered a curse, burying your face in your still dirty, unwashed palms in frustration. you were your family’s only chance in surviving such a poor life. 

heading towards the cabinets, you pulled out a few more boxes. it baffles you that you’ve been living here for two years already and you’ve never even finished arranging your belongings but that’s not so surprising. you didn’t even finish school. 

as all of the packed, still taped up boxes were taken out, you decided to look into them with questions circling your head. — what are the ones that’ll make everyone interested? which ones would make up for your rent? so many questions, so little time.

but while you took a few things out of the box, you were suddenly hit with a blast from the past; like a gust of lonely wind. 

he’s there.

mr. ted was still here with you.

you backed away from it, taking a better look at it from afar rather than too close. you could already feel your eyes itch just by seeing it, the allergies worsening the longer you stared at the now dusty, slightly gray care bear that used to be so full of life before. 

but it all had to end someday.

and it already did.

"... huh…" you tilted your head to the side, pulling it from the box. you almost couldn't remember how you kept it there, let alone how long it stayed there. nonetheless, it was a pity that two people from a memorable, almost a decade of friendship would just fade to dust… just like the ones that covered the bear’s golden fur in years.

you asked yourself, was the choice you made the right one? was it for the better, just like how you told yourself, your other friends, and most importantly, him? 

younger you would’ve stood by her choice.

but this is the present and you know that you’ve taken the wrong route.

puffing your cheeks out in frustration, you picked up your phone from the mattress of your bed, which felt so used and replaceable already but somehow, you couldn’t afford to change it. you’ve been sleeping on that bed since you were nine. people around you would advise that maybe spending a few cash wouldn’t hurt and sometimes, you thought they were right.

yet in the end of the day, you always tell yourself that you just can’t. — why? because you just had nothing. not even a shoulder to lean your head on. not anyone but yourself. and people with everything in their soft, soaped palms won’t get that! they can’t even bring themselves to realize that people like you are just trying to make living life feel a little less miserable.

now, you’re here.

you’re walking in circles, staring at nothing but the bright yet cracked screen of your old iPhone 5 as you read his name over and over while trying to come up with a choice. another choice that’d decide your fate. 

‘kim taerae… kim taerae? can i talk to kim taerae?’ your inner voice was almost as monotone as ever as you found yourself still lost in the sea of choices again. 

can you talk to kim taerae? that question can be answered easily: yes, you can. but here comes a much more difficult situation – should you talk to him after everything? you’re not even surprised that he has someone sitting next to him with a bright smile on her face, maybe as bright as his. an unfamiliar girl but an obvious message for you.

he’s moved on. 

good for him, right?

“can you promise me something?” taerae spoke, the uncertainty was in his voice as he seemed to be fearing the next few things you were about to tell him. it disturbed you. it was the first time he’s ever sounded so serious about something. 

something you’re not ready to find out. “friends will always keep each other’s promises,” you cluelessly said back, even smiling back at him so cheekily that taerae had a glimpse of hope. — that maybe everything will turn back to normal if things don’t go his way.

“i think i’m in love with you, y/n.”

you didn’t know what even was real and not. were these words really coming out of taerae’s mouth? did taerae, your best friend, just tell you that he thinks he’s in love with you?

and the first thing you asked yourself was how.

how did he even think that?

“i know it sounds crazy but,” taerae quickly gave an excuse for it as he approaches your hands with his, his thumb pressing against your soft palm. it almost convinced you into smiling back at him but all you did was stare, visibly terrified over what he just told you. “but it’s what i feel… it’s what i feel about you-”

“what?” you weren’t thinking straight that time. you weren’t sure if you liked him back or not but he was always important to you. always; to the point that you were scared of this happening as if you’d already expected it. “... i don’t get it, what do you mean?”

the second time you asked him, he just froze like radio static. your confusion started getting to him, haunting him with the single-worded response that he’d hate to hear from you – no. 

“it’s nothing.”

“taerae, i-”

“let’s just,” taerae cuts you off, tightening the strap of his backpack as his eyes dared to never look back at you ever again, “let’s just forget about all of this, okay?”

well, you tried.

but that day kept on repeating in your head that it was impossible to not at least think about it and from the looks of it, he felt the same. the distance between the two of you was just getting farther and farther until you couldn’t even remember each other’s birthdays. yet at the same time, you were always in each other’s minds with one wish.

wishing to be called by the other once.

“taerae!” you shouted from the crowds and he barely even heard you. the rest of your classmates were waving goodbye at him, excited for him to take in the trophy after an international talent competition, where everybody expected him to take home at least one gold medal from it.

and there was another call… and another.

oh?

and another as you watched him get into the bus, not even looking back at your direction. you told yourself that maybe he just didn’t hear you. maybe your voice just wasn’t loud enough. — in the end, at least you tried to patch things up even though you had no clue that it was the last time you’d ever see taerae in person.

“hey, maybe i shouldn’t!” you blurted out in the middle of your room, breathing deeply as you just couldn’t control yourself from scrolling down his posts; by now, he’s gotten five golden medals from differently, yearly major vocal competitions overseas. you could never say it in words or a bunch of facebook posts how proud you are of him.

you wished you were there with him, helping him accomplish these goals he once had pinned down on a bulletin board from third grade. you wished that you were the one who sat next to him, giving him a pep talk before he came up that stage to steal the show from every other singer around. 

you wished you’ve touched the skies that hovered above him.

but you were too far down.

forgotten.

“... oh, who am i kidding? he’s not gonna respond anyway. he’s too far up there now,” you told yourself, letting out a groan before jumping on your bed, torn between asking him how he’s been and just letting him live his new life; the life where you never existed at all. “god, this is all my fault…” regret was starting to take over again. it was like you couldn’t call a normal day “normal” if you hadn’t considered regretting anything. 

you could tell that your life was already a few steps away from being a complete failure… well, that was until you looked back at your phone.

widening your eyes, there was a flood of terror, humiliation, and regret (yet again) in our mind as several airy curses come out of your mouth. you weren’t sure if you should start throwing a fit or start planning in deleting your facebook account. — who uses facebook anymore these days, right? well… you.

and apparently, taerae as well.

“what the fuck? no!” you belted out as if you were a soprano, burying your face once again in your palms after seeing a blue thumb on one of taerae’s older posts. 

great job, y/n.

you just liked his post after six years of not even mentioning each other’s names.

“why… why did i do that?" this was the moment where you actually wanted to dig a hole in the ground, live in there, and never ever come back. — and well, in the real world, you can’t really do anything as extreme as that, which isn’t as embarrassing as the fact that you just accidentally liked one of your ex-best friend’s posts from last year. “ugh… i just hope he ignores it… god, this is the worst.”

ping!

you took in a deep breath, letting out a mixture of both a groan and a sigh as you accepted your fate; he saw it… and god, why did he even respond? 

and in just a span of ten minutes, that conversation ended. you knew deep inside that none of this was easy to take in. he’s already living his dream life, he’s got tons of people who’d support him no matter what, and he even has this perfect girlfriend who wanted to meet you for the sake of getting to know who taerae is… and who he used to be.

you clutched your phone close to your chest, laying on your back as you stared at the dull ceiling of your room. you wondered how your life turned into something like this. — why did the circumstances bring you down lower than before? why did it turn so different from taerae’s? what was holding you back?

even though you wouldn’t admit it, you always knew the answer.

and it was the fear of that big change that held you in your place.

“... maybe this is it,” you told yourself, sitting up from the bed as you stared at the dusty boxes that were still left unopened, “maybe it’s time for me to change things for the better.” saying those words felt like a foggy evening was clearing up as you took in one last deep breath, ready to face anything without having to look back.

this was it.

you’re ready for change.

#zb1 reactions #kim taerae #zb1 taerae #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone #zb1 drabbles #zb1 scenarios #zerobaseone drabbles #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone taerae #taerae #taerae imagines #kim taerae imagines #kim taerae scenarios #kim taerae drabbles #kim taerae reactions #taerae scenarios #taerae drabbles #taerae timestamps #taerae x reader #zb1 kim taerae #zerobaseone kim taerae #soulmates #kim taerae oneshot #zb1 oneshots #zerobaseone oneshots #mgnifiqueyoo

[sminiac]

its me 🦭 anon again!! i absolutely love what you wrote for my request oh my godd, especially keeho's. i can't stop thinking about how teasing he'd be now that you've talked about it, and the way his grip would be so tight tryna keep your legs apart😮‍💨i might babble on too much rn but the thought of cumming hard over his tongue already yet he doesn't even pull away at all. i got a feel he'd wanna overstimulate you further and suck even harder just to make you writhe beneath him. just bc he thinks you're so adorable when you can't push him away bc he's holding you down😵‍💫😵‍💫 he's just mumbling some excuse about how he wants to lick you clean of your release that's why he isn't done yet, . ..also feel like he really gets off on the way you're trying your best to keep your noises down so yall don't get caught, he loves seeing you so helplessly pleasured, knowing he's driving you so crazyy

jiung too🫣 the way you wrote for him seems so romantic i love it a lottt, imagine being spoiled by him fr. i absolutely love dedicated guys aagh. oh and morning head w him means a soft session of him eating you out so so cute, especially when he feels you tug lightly on his hair still so messy just from waking up yk. he's obsessed w ur moans bc he loves ur voice from when you've just woken up too🫠🫠i need a jiung rn

...actually im gonna admit im just a baby p1ece, i became a fan because i really can't stop listening to their new song , "killin it":''') i was wondering if you have any recommendations for like shows/series i could watch of piwon to get to know them better? like weekly reality shows of them if they have any, idk where to start :(

GIRL PLEASE. IF ANYTHING BABBLE MORE 🗣️

Overstim w Keeho? I’m actually so ???? The way he literally would try to come up with some fleeting excuse so he can keep himself nestled between your legs, it wouldn’t even completely make sense but you relent because he just looks so pretty and the slackness of your legs jolting with every suck of his lips followed by his tongue feels so good.

No shame in being new to piwon! None at all, just means you’re someone else who I can share my thoughts with :b

I think their ‘PLOG’ playlist would help with remembering their names and faces quite well, their voices too, just so they’re more distinct from each other, and so you can get a better feel of their personalities because it’s mainly the boys yapping, the videos are fairly short if you have a smaller attention span :b

I’d recommend watching their vlogs too! For example ‘P1HARMONY in WORLD’ on YouTube is really comforting and fun, especially so you can get a semi-familiarness with them outside of the more traditional curated section of their life, if that makes sense! Just because personally I love the rawness of the members just whipping out a camera and being silly without bright hot lights in their faces and a general wave they have to follow. ‘HARMONY CLIP’ is also a really good playlist, there’s a lot of comfort videos in there for me, it mainly consists of vlogs from their tours, bts of their mv’s, all that fun stuff, kind of similar to in world.

‘피원모하니’ playlist has all the professionally produced videos, ex: (SAESSAK HARMONY, HARMONY FOREST, LEGENDARY MOVE, HARMONY ADVENTURE) which I’m pretty sure consists of mini games and such? I myself haven’t even made it through all the videos :,)

Ahhh also their practice videos are really entertaining to watch, if you’re wanting to get into some of their more ‘dated’ discography! ‘BFF choreography video’ and ‘BIGBANG Dance practice kcon 2023’ are my favs!

I hope I’m of some help, and don’t worry about watching every single video they’ve ever released because there’s so many and it can seem overwhelming! Have fun <3

#🦭 anon #★ sai yaps ᵎᵎ

[hellmersy]

DBD Survivor Headcanons bc I have an addictive personality and this game has taken over my life.

Zarina and Haddie: Kindred spirits, Zarina exposes the truth people don't want to see and Haddie searches for the truth people don't even believe in. Zarina and Haddie don't exactly hit it off at first but over time they come to understand each other, Zarina opens up about her father and how she still misses him and Haddie tells Zarina about her mother and her abilities and they also kinda generally bond over being the only two Arabic speaking survivors. Occasionally they teach each other different phrases in Lebanese and Hindu respectively; and while there isn't much of a difference between the two languages there are a few slang terms the two use often that don't really translate into each other so they make a point to learn them because it's something to do other than die (lol). One time Zarina called Yun-Jin Lee a "prissy, selfish bitch face" in Arabic and Haddie utterly lost it at the befuddled look on the music producers face.

Mikaela: While other survivors are granted Auric Cells on occasion by The Entity and can manipulate them into a clean shirt and a better pair of boots, this process is time consuming and takes a lot of effort and energy. Mikaela however, seems to have a sixth sense for them and can basically pull them from thin air and form a single Cell into an entire outfit with barely any effort at all. The Entity was originally very displeased with the way this girl can manipulate its realm to her whims and frequently tormented her in her sleep between trials, this however only pushed Mikaela further into her studies of the realm. Eventually, The Entity sees this opportunity for that it is and has been slowly draining her abilities (the real reason for the boon: COH nerfs lol).

David: Often fights with the killers (contrary to popular belief the physically stronger Survivors like David, Yui, Chris, Jill, Leon, Tapp, Ash, Jeff, Jake, and (surprisingly) Claudette can actually do some damage to the smaller/more human Killers). It leads to him and these Survivors being tunneled out of the trial before the first generator is even finished more often than not. But in David's case it's a little more extreme as he seems to have become the most recent obsession for The Trickster, who often leaves him knocked to the ground and records his screams after using him as a living dart board, what makes it worse is that he also seems to enjoy David's attempts to fight back. Every time someone tries to comfort him after being tortured or take the agro during trials David simply shrugs them off/tells them to stay out of the way because if it isn't him it's someone else and he can't stand to watch others get hurt for his sake. He also views every mistake during a trial as an insurmountable loss and whenever someone dies he silently vows to do better, holding himself to a degree he knows he can't achieve but stubbornly tries to anyway.

Felix and Elodie: When Elodie subjected herself to the realm in order to save her own life she never expected to find Felix. She hadn't even known he was missing and, despite their history with The Pariahs and the messy way they cut contact after their parents disappeared, the two hugged and ugly cried into each others shoulders for a good hour before she could explain anything.

Claudette: Growing up as an autistic black girl in Toronto wasn't so bad until a group of boys followed her home from school and harassed her until she closed the door in their face (her mother was the one to dry her tears and teach her to throw a punch). Calling back the way survivors actually can hurt the killers; one time Claudette punched Ghostface so hard that it knocked his mask off, making her the only person in the realm to ever see his face and he has held a grudge ever since.

Nea and Jeff: Art bros, Jeff can relate to Nea's "no fucks given on the outside, silently scared on the inside" and sees a bit of himself in her. The two can often be found drawing near the campfire, silently enjoying each other's presence.

Dwight: As more survivors have come into the realm, as in people with actual leadership experience (i.e. Ash, Elodie, Zarina, Chris, Jill, Jonah and Haddie), he's sort of taken a backseat on the whole leader thing; but the others often ask for his opinion since he's been in the fog the longest and might have some insight to their newest plan.

Steve: Since the Steve we have in DBD is the Steve from post-season one pre-season 2 of ST he's still pretty much all brovado that no one expects for him to keep up, but constantly surprises everyone by delivering. Someone gives this kid a flashlight and the killers literally just don't pick people up because they're that paranoid about him appearing out of thin air. Picking a survivor up under a pallet when Steve is in the trial? NO HOOK FOR YOU! The down side of this is that he kind of has an ego about it and when he messes up he gets real heated and it's an argument with David that starts this sort of rivals to besties arc where they get angry and wail on each other until they can't stand and then laugh about it after, Tapp (poor soul) tried to separate them one time and he got kicked in the balls for his troubles and Ash laughed so hard he choked. Steve's also been a little lonely since Nancy and Jonathan disappeared from the realm (I wasn't able to get them before the chapter was pulled so they're not in my game 😭) and he hopes they're both okay and are taking care of Dustin and the other kids for him.

#david king #mikaela reid #steve harrington #ash williams #haddie kaur #zarina kassir #dwight fairfield #claudette morel #felix richter #elodie rakoto #dbd headcanons #dbd survivor

[ludiharambasha]

Hey just want to firstly say that I'm sorry of you're getting any hate you don't deserve that over expressing an opinion, secondly I would just like to give me perspective of someone who from a former colonised country as the ending to the hunger games has some interesting parallels to my country's history post independence firstly even tho we got independence our country was destroyed we had our language our culture our social structure everything almost completely eradicated under colonialism for centuries and then a war of independence that killed and destroyed even more, the colonisers when they left obviously did everything in their power to make it as hard as possible for us to form a new country and people were so traumatised and left with nothing that it was immediately followed by a civil war over how to rule the country/how to get revenge on what had been done to us with family members and friends fighting turning on each other this obviously devastated the country even more so when the violence finally ended we ended up with a power hungry leader similar to our colonisers leaders which lead to several more decades of suffering that we are only starting to more away from so for me the ending demonstrated how difficult it is to rebuild after something as devastating as colonialism, oppression and war and how there will always be some power hungry asshole ready to exploit the situation which for me is important to acknowledge as formerly colonised countries often get called backwards or seen as lesser for having poverty civil wars corrupt leaders gang violence etc but its because of how hard it is to rebuild (again just my perspective not trying to take away from yours just wanted to share)

Thank you for a thoughtful ask. This one is prettly lengthy and messy, but I wanted to submit a response as soon as I could.

I am not trying to undermine what has happened in your country, but dictatorships enstated after armed conflicts vary from case to case depending on historical circumstance. The situation in my country is very different, as a country that has both been colonized and a country that has acted as a force of heinous crimes against humanity un the Yugoslav war on the other hand. The current president of my country has ruled here for more than 30 years, due to the backing from the West, as they benefit from Montenegro being a powerful drug cartel and a human trafficking hotspot. The thing is, the referendum for my country's independence from Serbia was led by Milo Đukanović, a man who is one of the leading people responsible for several crimes against humanity in the Yugoslav war. Europe has no qualms with him, or with Montenegro getting away without soiling its reputation in the world for its misdeeds, because the EU leaders and Đukanović are business partners.

The thing is, these faux-revolutionaries have one thing in common, and that is that they are capitalists, backed by other, more powerful capitalists. That is why Coin was not the right character to get this point across-she is not their equivalent, yet we are meant to read her as such. Coin and District 13 aren't just opportunists who used the situation, they organised the revolution. Without them, nothing happens. They played a huge part of the revolution's success. This does not mean that Coin is a good person in my book or has clean motives (she doesn't; and I don't think it really matters as I'll elaborate on further) but rather that she is an incongruent character created through a lack of understanding of how people she is supposed to mirror come to be and what their actions mean. Which is a shame, because I do believe that Collins is a competent writer, and President Coin is the only character that I can name off the top of my head whose characterization was weirdly contextualised for the readers to be coddled. This is where most of the people who replied to my post missed entirely what I was trying to say- Coin is a symptom of a writer from a certain background. There are other elements that are evidence of Collins' rather western perspective on revolution and rebellion, such as the sheer amount of people from Capitol aiding the revolution (which is not very realistic). Coin is a bad person who does morally dubious things, but that is entirely irrelevant- she is someone who challenges the western reader and their comfort. She is a force to be reckoned with, and someone who does not shy away from gruesome violence to return to the citizens of Capitol, to make an example out of them the same way they tried to do with her people. She is brutal and will stop at nothing to achieve her ambitions; this challenges the Western reader to question their fate-to ask themselves whether they deserve such a fate because of what they turned a blind eye on for decades, centuries. Narratives are meant to challenge and not coddle, and Katniss killing Coin is exactly that- coddling, reassuring the Western reader that of course they don't deserve any such thing to happen to them, regardless of how much harm they do and contribute to actively every single day. I am saddened by the fact that an incredibly interesting character concept is turned into a moralizing device that ultimately cheapens her characterization in order to follow a very hollow, stale red-scare narrative pattern. Instead of being an exploration of such circumstances, Suzanne opted for simply making her a "power hungry" propaganda character.

Not all revolutionary leaders are going to be positive for sure, but media like The Hunger Games, AtLA, Naruto, etc. (and I am a fan of Naruto, and also someone who greatly enjoyed The Hunger Games series, and I liked AtLA) created in first world countries perpetuate this standard of goodness for a "proper revolution" that is incredibly difficult to achieve, in turn creating anti-revolution propaganda. It is not a coincidence that up until recently the label "terrorist" stood next to the names Che Guevara and Gavrilo Princip on their Wikipedia pages- regardless of why you portray your antagonist revolutionary character to be bad, ALL revolutionists will be judged by this standard, as these narratives are part of a very old and ingrained propaganda machine. Real life revolutions are never perfect, they're messy and complicated, and a lot of the times revolutionists do morally dubious things out of justified anger; but fiction like this helps perpetuate this idea that revolutions have to be morally perfect in every regard to be valid, and the standard for said validity is set by the most immoral, selfish people who ignore their complicity in horrid systems that are worse than anything Suzanne Collins wrote about in The Hunger Games. It is almost impossible to pass this test of goodness, made by western suburbanite consumerist assholes who are also complicit in the crimes against humanity their countries commit every fucking day. It is hypocrisy at its finest. This discourse around Coin and Gale remind me a lot of the discourse around Sasuke Uchiha, a boy constantly judged for his moral "misdeeds" of... going against a fascist system and seeking justice for the genocide of his people? And he is consrantly being judged for stabbing Karin, trying to kidnap Killer B(who many forget is also a part if a fascist system and a war criminal) as if it compares to anything the Konoha adjacent characters have done at any point of the story. It is as silly as it is repulsive.

While I think The Hunger Games is a good introduction to leftist media, more people should advance from it. It is not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. But it is scary to me that a lot of ignorant people reared their heads at a half-baked post where i didn't go in depth into any of these issues. I don't know where they got their education from, that they cannot understand the simple concept of red-scare narrative. I hope that this will be one of the last responses I make on this.

P.S. Tublr is a hellsite. Lots of people attacked my integrity and called me unintelligent over a couple of posts they didn't even bother to read carefully. Great stuff. Glad that the neolibs exposed themselves though

#anon #this might be messy but i hope i got my message across

[lucygriefer]

Right now I should be taking a break from working on stuff that I'm making for a very big thing (not saying what it is cause I want to wait till its further along in development before saying what it is). I have an alarm set, specifically to make me stop at a certain time to have like an hour and thirty minute lunch break.

I am right now after finishing the sketch or line to this thing, am popping over here to type this out. And all I'm questioning right now is "... Out of all the times my mind wants to hyper fixate on this thing and attempt to get a huge amount of work done. Why does it always have to happen right before or during this small window of time I give myself to take a break and relax!?"

Like could my mind possibly do this at any other time? Maybe. Will it want to do it during this any other time? Possibly but most likely not all the time. Will it decide do this just as my lunch break alarm goes off and I'm about to get up for some food? Yes, yes it well.

And I'm all like... REALLY MIND! REALLY? You really decided to do this to me right now? And not like IDK maybe 2 hours sooner? Cause as soon as I get up and walk off to eat my lunch this hyper fixation will either be gone or not as strong as before. And when the hyper fixation is strong is when, for some reason, the best and even more stuff gets done.

No clue why my mind goes from "Oh we shouldn't use this sketch yet! Just look at it! The sketch to this item is so messy, the lines aren't straight, and you can't easily tell what that one thing is. Let's either redraw it or clean it up then move onto the sketch for the next item.".

But then when my mind does decide to start hyper fixating on these item sketches it's all like "Welp. That's not the cleanest. Lines are a bit messy and not completely straight, that one part there isn't completely easy to tell what it is but you at the very least get the jest of it. It's not too messy not too clean don't worry we don't need these to be perfect their only the sketches! Now that were done with this one. ONTO THE NEXT ITEM!"

IDK why my mind is like this, but that's just what it is. And I will and forever shall be stuck to deal with this. Welp time to stand and walk away so my mind can stop hyper fixating and I can eat my lunch! I hope everyone is having a wonderful day/night wherever you are and if your not I hope your day starts to get better.

#random #Random talk #completely random post #idk what else to tag

[percivalias]

First step of rebooting MW is giving Basil a palette + fashion sense that finally actually fit his character?? why did this take me so long

#original character #monkeywrench #mw: basil eaton #its so messy but I really don't want to clean it up further #listen I liked the TOS role color coding but #A) mw hasn't been tos for a really long time #and B) basil is just not a cool color kinda dude #I dunno what I'm gonna do for antonionow that I've stolen his shade of yellow though... #basil with green eyes feels. so weird. but I'll get used to it #pls send me asks about my ocs if you're at all interested I love talking abt them HDFGJKDF #teuthidraw

[bharatiya-naari-sab-pe-bhaari]

Severitus Edition: If Snape adopted Harry when he was a toddler

Severus Snape comes home after a tiring day at Hogwarts only to see the store he had been thinking to clear but was actually procrastinating for a week, was squeaky clean.

Snape: what the h----ipogriff's ti---talons! Who did this?

(McGonagall wasn't a least bit amused when Harry had said 'fuck' when she had come around for tea)

Harry: *shuffling his feet, trying to hide behind the messy overgrowth of his hair while looking at his guardian's shoes*

Snape: Harry... do you have any idea who did this? *quirking an eyebrow*

Harry: *ducking his head further in, drawing his little body inwards* I... I did.

Snape: But.. why? I didn't tell you so...

Harry: I.. I.. you looked a little upset sir yesterday and you hate messy things so... I.. I cleaned it....

Snape:

Harry:

Snape:

Harry: *feeling scared suddenly, panicking* I.. I am s...s..orr..y sss..sir.. I shouldn't... touch... your things...

Snape: *panicking as well* Harry.. Harry breathe! Its okay... I am not angry. I was just surprised... hey..

Harry: *trembling violently trying not to cry* I.. I am sorry sir.. please don't be angry... don't s...s..end.. me ba..ack t..to.. them sir. I..

Snape quickly kneeled in front of the four year old scrawny little creature and cupped his tear stained cheeks gently but firmly and forced him to look up at him.

Snape: I am not angry child. Harry.. look at me please...

Harry: *staring up at the Potions master with wide green tear filled eyes which looked rather large on his small face*

Snape: *a sudden pang in the middle of his 'empty' chest* Harry really.. I am not angry. In fact I am so.. happy. I am touched that you wanted to make me happy.

Harry: *making eyes wider in disbelief as if that was possible* B..but.. you are really not mad..? I..

Snape: of course I am not mad. What on Earth will I be mad for?

Harry was looking at him with such awe that it something strange to his stomach. And then he saw the shift in the emotion inside those bright verdant eyes to pure... adulation. Severus drew in a sharp breath and did the only thing he could think of.

He picked up the toddler from the ground in one smooth fluid move and hugged him tightly. He felt Harry's legs wrap around his torso instinctively and his little arms went around his neck as he clung to him like a baby koala.

Severus sighed mentally and ducked his face to bury it inside his ward's hair and inhaled a lungful of his baby shampoo feeling the knot tightened around his non existent heart loosen for the first time. He felt Harry bury his face in the crook of his neck and breathe erratically. Severus sighed mentally again and plopped on the armchair by the hearth taking his charge along with him.

He rubbed little circles on Harry's back which helped him relax his strained muscles considerably.

Snape: Harry...? *softly*

Harry: hmmm....

Snape: Thank you for cleaning the store for me but... you don't have to work for me to make me happy or satisfied child.

Harry's tiny frame stiffened in his arms automatically as if waiting for Snape to land the blow on him. But was only treated to long fingers threading through his messy curls carefully.

Snape: You don't have to do anything. Just be as you are... and I will be happy.

Harry: *small sniffle* h..how? I don't understand. Why me j..just b..being will m..make you ha..ppy?

Snape chuckled softly which came out more melancholic than he had intended it to be. Harry felt a gentle kiss being pressed on the top of his head.

Snape: Because you are enough to make me happy...

#severus snape #harry potter fandom #snape fandom #pro severus snape #prosnape #snape love #headcanon #severus snape fic #severitus #harry potter au #sev being a dad #prone to tiny panic attacks frequently #harry being harry

[hbprophetie]

EDIT: THE ENHANCED VERSION IS HERE 🤗❄

First - what is coming is a work in progress, and it's really rought,

Secondly - I post it nonethless, as..."Merry Christmas" ❄

(You have to read it from right to left. You owe it to my too japanised brain, I'm really sorry I just noticed afterwards that I wrote it as if it was a manga....)

25.12.1981, Hogwarts grounds.

It's a bit angsty, yet comforting. Hope you'll enjoy this little messy wip.

Snape and Dumbledore just had an important conversation. I'm not a very good writter for dialogues, so what it was all about is very much up to you.

As the wizarding world painfully mends its wounds in the aftermath of the first war, Severus struggles to recover from the loss of Lily.

I have always liked to imagine how this period of Snape's life could have been like. I have tons of little thoughts and ideas that I would love to put on paper someday. I imagine it may have been an horribly hard time to get through. And it's interesting that Lily's murder happened only a few weeks before winter, which is both a season of silence and solitude, where days get colder and shorter and noises are covered by the snow, but also a moment of reunion and happiness with its celebrations - a mean for some to enlighten the darkness, especially in the aftermath of such cruel times. All of it gives me a lot of perspectives to wonder about. What a strange era it must have been for the wizarding word - so much peoples and families broken, so much to reconstruct. A time of sadness and mourning, yet hope for a brighter future.

I decided to go with a comforting Dumbledore for this snippet. I always consider different interpretations of his character when it comes to his behaviour towards Severus at this state of the story. I don't know how and if such a scene would take place in canon. Many find Dumbledore cruel in "The Prince's tale". All in all, Dumbledore still has a soul and Snape is obviously on edge and suffers from deep emotional grief. I simply don't think Dumbledore would outrightly ignore anyone who would be in such a state.

As for Snape, I don't really think he would display such vulnerability and indulge himself in crying in front of Dumbledore in any other circomstances, but he undoubtly was pretty depressed at the time. He surely wears his hood and his hair messy, black strands jumping in front of his eyes to conceal the turmoil, but he would certainly struggle to fight the tears if Dumbledore's words cut right to his soul.

I'm sorry that I couldn't clean up the whole thing on time - but I wanted to post it for Christmas. I focused a lot on the expressions instead of delivering very well constructed characters and backgrounds.

I'll put further work on it after Christmas and deliver a more polished version. Do not hesitate to give me your thoughts, I'm still not sure of how I want it to finally turn out. For now, I hope you'll like it.

And I wish a merry Christmas to anyone who will read those words, whoever you are and however you spend this day. ♡ A very, merry Christmas, my fellow Snape fans. ❄

#severus snape #harry potter fanart #harry potter #pro snape #snape community #fanart #snape fandom #snolidays2021 #snapecelebration2021 #albus dumbledore #snape and dumbledore #hogwarts #wip #winter #christmas #merry christmas

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Put On A Show

(This isn't what she looks like in this fic but it is the ✨I'm gonna make you see the stars vibe✨)

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word Count: 3,569

Includes: lil bit of public teasing, thigh grinding, edging, gagging on fingers, praise, strap on, overstimulation and oral

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

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Being an Avenger taught you to handle a lot of difficult situations.

You knew how to take down a state of the art quinjet in a minute. You could survive on an unknown planet. You had played a significant part in tracking down and rounding up the last Hydra agents.

And yet no one had ever prepared you to be stuck in a room with a hundred arrogant business men who were desperately trying to impress you with what they thought was power.

You were certain you could have better conversations with a caveman.

You weren't a superspy like Natasha. You couldn't fake interest, put on a realistic smile and pretend to enjoy yourself like she could.

You weren't Tony who genuinely enjoyed himself at those kind of parties and thrived at being the center of attention.

And you weren't Carol who didn't need either of those things. If she didn't want to talk to someone, she wouldn't. It only took one of her looks to make any of the leaches hurry away. She didn't have to worry about the repercussions of doing so because there weren't any. Non of the guests would ever be willing to admit they were intimidated by a woman.

Not that you were jealous of what Carol had. Carol wasn't the kind of person you wanted to be, but she sure as hell was the kind of person you wanted to be with. And that woman was one of a kind.

The distraction of the Captain was definetly not helping you keep your cool. She wore a tight fitting dark blue suit that you had been struggling to stop yourself staring at ever since you had first seen it. Her hair was hanging loose at her shoulders and had become messy from the amount of times she had run her slim hand through it. That alone had your mind reeling of what other ways you could get it to look like that.

You had been lucky so far, everytime you stole a glance at the Captain and her attire she happened to be in convosation with someone else. Although that meant you two hadn't exchanged a single word that night.

Thankfully, you had soon learnt that half of the guests never actually noticed if you zoned out, perfectly content to continue rambling about themselves. While others could zone out themselves as they talked...while they stared at your chest and feuling your urge to smack them.

You were in a dress that you hadn't bought and were far from comfortable in around these people. A thin glass of champagne was clutched firmly in your hand and you predicted it would shatter by the end of the night. You had lost count of how many you had downed with your back turned, stopping once you felt lightheaded.

You had regretted it at first, but you became internally grateful you had saved your heightened senses when you felt a familiar hand rest on your lower back.

Training almost everyday with the blonde Captain had familiarised you with her firm grip and reassuring touch. It was the only kind of contact you had gotten from her until that moment and you treasured it greatly, praying Carol hadn't noticed your slight faulted at the knees.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal this one." Carol stated in a very unafraid tone as her hand pressed into you more. You wanted to melt into her touch.

The man you had been not-really-listening to (because you could not for the life of you remember anyone's name) opened his mouth to speak and probably try to get Carol to stay, was ignored by the blonde who was already guiding you away with her hand.

Of course you didn't protest, throwing a party over it in your head while the butterflies in your stomach danced along to the music. You didn't even realise Carol was leading you to the bar, too focused on the fact her hand never left your back as she walked beside you without a word.

You did however, realise when you almost walked into the bar stall before gracefully (that's what you told yourself) sliding onto the stool. Carol sat down next to you and said something to the bartender you didn't hear or really care about.

When she did look back at you her gaze was piecing along with her usual confident aura. Anyone who pulled off a suit the way Carol did had every right to some arrogance, especially as it somehow made her even more attractive.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before." Carol said with a knowing smile.

"I don't think you'll be seeing me in one ever again." You respond as you glance anywhere but Carol, unable to hold her intense gaze.

"I'll have to treasure the memory even more then. You look beautiful." Carol compliments and watches you blush.

"You clean up pretty nicely yourself, Captain."

You don't fail to notice the way her jaw tightens slightly at the title, but she's quick to pass it off when the bartender places two bottles down on the counter.

You realise you're still holding your champagne so you put it on the side to swap it with small bottle of beer, already taking a sip to have something to do instead of figiting under Carol's gaze.

"I didn't need you to say it, you know? You undressing me with your eyes was telling enough." You choked slightly on your drink the moment those words left her lips, embarrassment shooting down every last butterfly in your stomach.

"I-I wasn't- it was an accident- I mean! I- um..." Carol watched you ramble with an amused grin and took a sip of her beer herself.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and your fight or flight instincts kicking in.

"I was enjoying the attention." Carol smirked as she moved closer to you so the faint smell of her expensive perfume overtook your senses.

You had been so sure the whole night that Carol hadn't noticed what you were doing. You thought you had gotten away with it all. Natasha's tips on concealing emotions and thoughts were clearly paying off on Carol more than you.

"And its not like it's the first time." Carol almost whispered as her voice dropped in a way that went straight to your core.

The Captain placed a gentle but firm hand on your bare knee as she studied you. Her brown eyes flickered across your face while your own y/e/c eyes stayed fixed on hers.

"Is this a test?" You whispered under your breath.

"Perhaps." She whispered back as her fingers stroked your bare skin slowly. "I'm sure I could test you some other ways though." Her hand was along your thigh now. You desperetly wanted to grab it and pull it up further but you had to remember you were in a room full of very important people.

Carol noticed you glance around the room and must have known what you were thinking because she smirked slightly before withdrawing her hand and standing up from the stall.

"Come." She ordered. You felt goosebumps across your whole body and hoped it wouldn't be the last time you heard her say that tonight.

You restrained yourself to waiting a few seconds before following Carol in the most subtle way you could manage when you wanted to sprint over to her side.

You weren't really aware of where Carol was leading you, but once you rounded the corner away from the party you sped up to close the distance between you both.

After rounding a few corners of the complicated hallway you realised you had lost sight of the Captain. Just as you were about to risk calling out her name a strong hand gripped your forearm and pulled you out of the corridor and into Carol's arms.

Her lips were on yours instantly. She had you backed into a wall before you could comprehend any of what was happened but her kiss was so eager you returned it without any thought.

The blonde's lips were unbelievably soft. They felt perfect against your own as you tried to match her pace.

Her hands were cupping your face with surprising gentleness so you wrapped your hands around her neck to pull her impossibly closer, accidently pulling on a few strands and earning a low groan from her.

She bit down on your lip harshly, making you moan audibly until you were muffled by her tongue invading your mouth.

You could taste the beer both of you had barely started and something else that was strikingly Carol. It was intoxicating and you didn't want it to end.

The friction Carol sparked when she pressed one of her muscular thighs between your bare legs was sinfully blissful. You moaned into Carol's mouth when you felt her very deliberately press against your heat and apply a teasing amount of pressure to your throbbing clit.

"Carol." You whispered her name like a chant. She smirked against you as she turned her attention to you jaw then neck, nipping and sucking at the skin exposed to her. You arched your neck to give her more access and felt your breathing become laboured.

This probably wasn't helped by Carol's hand on your bare thigh, gripping the skin in a much firmer way than she had at the bar and venturing further up.

Her hand disappeared beneath your dress in no time, massaging every inch of skin she came across.

You couldn't help it. Her warm lips, her strong hands and invasive thigh made you feel lightheaded and you couldn't stop your instincts of grinding yourself on Carol's thigh.

You desperatly sought more friction that your Captain's thigh could produce. What started as small rotations of your hips soon turned into full on desperate grinding. Your thin panties were soaked and clung to your skin, you were sure you were going to leave patches on Carol's expensive suit trousers but both of you were far from caring.

You could feel Carol continue to smirk into your neck with each mewl that left your lips. She grabbed your hands and pinned them against the wall above your head and that somehow made you needier.

The beautiful friction against your clit was one that had you moaning Carol's name continuously. It didn't take long for the familiar coil to tighten in your power abdomen and making your movements increasingly erratic.

You bucked against your Captain as you sought you sweet release only to have it pulled away from you.

Carol stepped away with a shit eating grin as she watched you struggle to hold yourself against the wall and give her a confused look.

"Why?" Was all you could manage, embarrassingly out of breath.

"Because I can." She smirked. "Did you want to cum, baby? Do you want to feel your release?"

"Please." You said shamelessly as you gave her a pleading look from your vulnerable position.

"Then be a good girl and bend over that desk for me."

You hadn't even noticed you were in an office, too busy trying to get yourself off on Carol's thigh than take in your surroundings. You didn't hesitate to place your hands on the far side of the desk and bend yourself over it so your ass was out for Carol. You glanced behind you to see Carol smirking as she took in your appearance in the new position.

She stalked towards you and placed a hand on the back of your thigh while the other pushed your back down further into the table. Her hand trailed up under your dress before she ran her fingers over the material covering your ass. Her movements were slow and teasing, trying to enhance your desperation to a place you wouldn't come back from that night.

Her slim fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties and gradually pulled them down, subsequently allowing her fingers to brush over your ass.

Once the thin material dropped to your feet Carol had you spread your legs for her as far as you could while she lifted your dress over your hips.

You guessed she really did like the dress.

Your pussy pulled around nothing as it was exposed to the cold air of the room and Carol's teasing fingers ghosting over your skin.

"Eyes front." She said as she stood back. It was hard to resist the urge to turn around and look when you could hear Carol undoing her belt buckle.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan when the blonde brushed the silicone against your folds. You were both shocked and aroused at the discovery that the Captain had been packing all night. You wanted her more at the thought that she had planned this.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt two slim fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth to allow Carol to slip her fingers in and tried not to moan around them at the heated gesture.

You sucked eagerly on Carol's fingers in an attempt to please her and hope it would give you some preparation for the girthy strap. It wouldn't.

You were caught off guard again when Carol continued to push her fingers forward, further than you were expecting at first then more than you could take. You gagged around her fingers and heard a chuckle from your sadistic Captain.

"Good girl." She whispered against your ear before biting down softly.

You were so caught up in the praise you almost forgot about the strap until Carol nudged it between your lips. You tried to grip onto the table more as she slowly pushed the head into your soaking pussy and moaned around her fingers still tickling the back of your throat.

You were extremely unprepared to take something that size, but that only spurred Carol on more and added to your arousal that had your lower lips slick for the strap to ease into you.

Once Carol was half way she paused when you started breathing heavily through your nose as you continued to suck her fingers. But the break was short and without any warning, the Captain thrust the rest of the girthy toy into your cunt.

You moaned around her fingers and pressed your head further into the desk. Carol barely gave you a chance to adjust to the filling of being so full. You're reminded of her impatient nature when she pulls the silicone toy out to the hilt before snapping her hips back against you and causing the strap to burry itself deep inside you again.

You knew Carol was strong and you had seen her doing hip thrusts in the gym before, but you had never imagined the force she would be able to muster when slamming the fake cock into you over and over.

Carol eventually took her fingers away from your mouth and wiped your saliva along the side of your neck before gripping it in her hands, threatening to cut off your breathing and blood flow.

Her pace never faulted. It brought you an intense amount of pleasure everytime that had you stumbling over your words.

'Carol...please...it's- I...so good." Was all you were able to say.

Her name fell from your lips over and over as your cunt clenched around the invading toy. It never failed to hit the hilt of your pussy and brushes against your most pleasurable spot, every movement made it brush some incredible nerve.

You moaned louder as you tried to fuck yourself back on her strap. You were so close to your orgasm and it had already been set up to be the best fuck you ever had so you were so desperate to finally reach it.

"Are you gonna cum for your Captain?" Carol asked as her thighs continued to slap against your own.

"Yes Captain! Please...I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me." She husks as she brings you over the edge and flying through your orgasm. You completely slump against the desk and Carol fucks you through your high.

White blanks appear in your vision but you're too out of it to care.

You're moaning, almost screaming, in the pleasure that's overwhelming you and you don't realise how sensitive you are until Carol continues to pound the strap into you.

"Carol..." You whine at her perfect pace. She's still going so hard, so fast, and fuck she's so deep inside you.

The vigor of her first fucking already had your pussy overworked and sensitive, and yet you can't stop yourself from incoherently begging her not to stop.

"Please Captain! Don...don't stop...so good- so good!" You cry out as another orgasm crashes over you.

You're shuddering now but still swimming in pleasure. You can't stop yourself from bucking yourself back against her.

Carol holds your hips down firmly as she thrusts the strap into your overworked cunt. They're less coordinated this time, more about establishing the control Carol has over you.

You can't form any words this time. The only sounds in the room is Carol's thighs slapping against yours, your whorish moans and the thick strap fucking your leaking pussy. You were vaguely aware of the audible sounds of your pussy before you break into your third earth shattering orgasm.

You're completly limp against the desk and trying your best to breathe normally.

Your pussy is throbbing and pulsing around the strap that Carol very slowly eases out of you and leaves you feeling extremly empty and sore. You know you're gonna be feeling it the next day.

"I don't think I can stand." You finally muttered weakly, not trusting your legs to even attempt to let go of the desk beneath you.

"You don't need to. Get on your knees." Carol ordered from behind you. You shivered at her words and tried to take a moment to compose yourself but the blonde was apparently growing impatient...again.

She held your hips with an iron grip and flipped you onto your back to see her towering over you. You used your arms to help you into a sitting position on the edge of the table before falling down onto you knees infront of your Captain.

Your knees ached from landing on the hard floor but you were much more focused on the smirk playing on Carol's soft lips.

"So obedient, such a good girl for me." Carol cooed as she ran her fingers through your hair and pulled you towards her now strapless core. You could see her pink folds glistening in arousal and you wanted nothing more than to taste her.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum, baby." Carol instructed.

You wasted no time. You licked an eager strip through the blonde's folds and moaned against her as you collected her wetness on your tongue. She was so sweet and you were instantly addicted.

You did this a few more times, pushing your tongue further between her folds everytime until you couldn't hold off anymore.

You gripped the back of Carol's thighs and sunk your tongue between her folds. The moan she gave in response made your stomach flip and swell with pride. It was like discovering a new song you wanted to listen to on repeat.

You retracted your tongue and began sucking softly on Carol's wet folds to taste as much of her wetness as your could. You then switched your attention to her throbbing clit and sucked it harshly into your mouth.

"Fuck so good! You've got such a good mouth." Carol praised continuously as you pulled out all of your tricks in hopes of pleasing her.

You kept alternating between fucking her with your tongue as deeply as you could to taking her neglected bud in your mouth. Your efforts soon paid off.

Carol grinded herself against your mouth as she cursed and praised you amongst moans. She was gripping your hair so tightly you couldn't help but moan into her, aiding her pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck!" She gasped out as you sucked as harshly as you could on her clit.

Her bundle of nerves pulsed in your mouth and you could feel her cunt clenching around nothing as she came with a cry of your name.

She sounded so good when she came. You wanted to hear it again, to see her. But once Carol had finished her high and you had lapped up every last bit of her white liquid she pushed you back gently.

She sat back on the dest as she regained her steady breathing and tapped her lap as she smiled at you.

You had just about enough strength mustered in your legs to allow you to stand up from your position and sit on Carol's lap.

She wrapped an arm around your waist and cupped your cheek with her hand to pull you in for a kiss. She smiled against you as she tasted herself on your lips and kissed you longingly.

"You were everything I dreamed you would be, baby. You did so good for me." You blushed under her praise and buried your head in the crook of her neck in exhaustion but mainly comfort.

Neither of you had any intentions to return to the party after that.

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[bluecookies02]

Alpha!Overhaul x Reader-give you pups

/NSFW/

summary: he has hands shush. We gonna pretend that scene never happened. Anyways...been sick for a few days and had the urge to have my insides misplaced...but ~gently~

warnings: A/B/O dynamics, breeding, heat, and all that stuff.

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Kai always thought of Omegas as something so unsanitary and messy, his nose scrunching up each time they would be mentioned in any conversation or included in missions.

Yet eventually he wounded up with an Omega on his sleeve and in his bed at night.

They've been dating for a while, previously being close friends until Kai picked up on the way his breath would hitch when she would walk past him, his heart rate picking up only slightly and a low instinctive rumble coiling in his throat.

It took him a while to court you, inviting you to his office more times than necessary, his gloved hand "accidentally" brushing against yours as he pointed at some details on the building plan. Sometimes, too many times for it to be an accident, he would offer you his coffee, insisting that you look exhausted and tired. The thought of you putting your lips somewhere his mouth has been made him grip the table for a split second before continuing his pointless meeting.

One day he would bring you on a mission with him, pretending to not have an organized place to stay for his negotiations with the league.

He wouldn't believe his actions at first, feeling weirded out by the fact that nothing repulsed him that much as long as you were with him.

You would end up hidden in the woods in a relatively secluded cave, the cold air biting at your skin as the wind blew from the outside.

You would keep your distance, giving him his space until you found yourself snuggled inside of his coat, his warm gloved hand draped over your shoulder.

You knew him for a long time and it was obvious to you what he's been doing, yet you still yearned for more confirmation.

"Kai..." your voice would be calm and gentle, looking up at him as your breath ghosted over his mask.

He would slowly reach his arm up, tugging at the elastic and finally placing the mask in his lap.

Your breath would hitch in your throat as you leaned in slowly, looking for any sign of disgust on his face.

When none came you placed your lips softly against his, his eyes closing as he let out a long sigh of relief.

"It doesn't feel bad." he would mumble, his gloved hand cupping your chin as he deepened the kiss.

So by default, it took him a while to get used to being touched. Experiencing hugs and hand holding for the first time in his life.

You always paid close attention to being hygienic more than necessary, brushing your teeth and taking constant showers in extreme quantities, afraid of him being disgusted by you in the slightest.

While Kai did appreciate that, he began craving your natural smell and taste, your clothes dry cleaned almost every week, making it extremely hard for him to go through his ruts with your clothes against his nose.

And finally, it happened, your heat taking over you while you were locked in your own room, small whimpers leaving your throat as you struggled to not scream for your Alpha.

He would smell you from miles away, your scent piling up and luring him into your room. His cock instantly straining against his boxers.

He would lock the door behind him, drinking in your body sprawled on the bed, your hand kneading at your panties as you rubbed your thighs together.

You would immediately snap your eyes to his form, jumping to your feet and trying to rush to your bathroom to clean up, tears of embarrassment pricking at your eyes almost instantly.

He towered over you, locking you in place after throwing you back on your bed.

"I think I made it pretty clear that you're the only thing I find absolutely, wholeheartedly pure...therefore everything about you is perfect, the way you smell the way you look and the way you...taste" his mask was long forgotten and his gloves off as soon as he opened your door seconds ago.

His tongue swiped over your neck, your trembling form making him frown.

"What's the matter? Am I not doing something right?" you would whine against him, your hips bucking up to meet his and your neck pressing against his teeth.

"Oh...Are you sure about that 'mega?" he would question, leaving a chaste kiss at your neck before gliding down your body, the question not really reaching your need driven mind. You took off your own clothes hours before, the warmth on your skin being almost unbearable that you even considered getting some ice from your fridge and laying on it.

Kai's hand would grip at your hips, his tongue lolling out to lick a long stripe over the cotton material of your panties, the cloth already soaked from your slick. His lips wrapped around the material, sucking on the tasty fabric as a few drops of liquid coated his tongue. He'll definitely make use of them in the future, stuffing your pretty mouth with your own sweat and cum, because you've definitely came in them a few times already.

He would then slip them off of your legs before returning to your cunt. As soon as he slid his tongue between your folds, your hips bucked up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his head as you tried to push him closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, racking your nails in his scalp as he slurped at your hole.

He would let you ride his face, slick coating his chin as you gushed over his mouth. He craved it, his brain barely functioning properly from the lack of oxygen. He would lap at your cunt , his nails digging into your thighs as he tried to squeeze them tighter around his head, eyes closed and mind focused on engraving your taste and scent into his brain.

You throbbed against his lips, glancing down to look at him, his hips gliding against the mattress in time with your thrusts, his bulge threatening to spill over his pants, a particular wet spot prominent at the place his tip would be.

"Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate" seemed to be the only word you managed to choke out before throwing your head back and cumming on your boyfriend's tongue, tears pricking at your eyes as your cunt still ached in need.

He made quick work of his pants and the coat, pressing his forehead against yours as he took a deep breath.

"I don't think I'll be able to stop myself once I fill you up, so please say something now before I sink my teeth into that soft skin of yours." His cock twitched against your entrance, patiently waiting for your reply as he dipped his head in the crook of your neck, breath ghosting over the mating spot.

You nodded eagerly, baring your neck even further and gripping at his shoulders with great force.

"Mate~" you would breathlessly mumble as he pushed into you, stretching your walls and bottoming out in one deep thrust.

Soon enough you would struggle to hold onto him, his hips ruthlessly slamming against yours as he pushed your legs further and further apart.

He fit so perfectly into you, every ridge and vein prodding at exactly the right places as he sunk into your sloppy cunt. Bending you to his will as he plowed in and out of your tight hole, the sinful sound of your pussy gripping around him each time he stuffed you full sending into a frenzy.

His thrusts were frantic and desperate, his wolf finally getting what it craved for so long.

He was so close to cumming, so close to marking you inside and out, the thought of making you full with his pups clouding his mind, thinking about the way your tummy would bulge up as he filled you up with his seed over and over and ove-

You cried out when you felt his teeth sink into your neck, his hips stilling as he pulled your frame on his cock, holding you tight as warm spurts of cum filled your insides, his knot painfully stretching you out as it inflated and locked itself in its place.

His eyes were hooded as he watched you with adoration, your jaw slack and your tongue poking out of your mouth as you struggled to catch your breath.

His hand would reach for your mouth, swiping away the drool that pooled at the corner of it.

He would collapse on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows just slightly so he wouldn't squish you with his weight. He would then take note of the way every curve of your body looked when relaxed, grasping the chance to kiss and lick at any spot his mouth could reach, the salty flavor melting on his tongue before he swiped it over your bloody neck.

Soothing the bite, he licked over the new mating mark on your flesh, a swell of pride dancing in his chest.

As the both of you relaxed agains each other, your chuckle pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Do you really want to try for pups?"

He did not say that outloud. Did he? He didn't...He did...

He looked at your belly, imagining it round with his children, bearing small versions of you. He wanted another chance, ready to try and make up for everything he's done, although he knew that maybe he'll never do enough for that to come true.

"I think so...Do you?" you nodded, cupping his face with your hands.

"Well then mister we'll have to do this over and over again since I'm currently on the pill"

A grin broke on his face, giving a teasing thrust, making you whine.

"I'm good to go 'mega"

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[sainadazai]

"I Missed you sex" with Bokuto

As you sat outside your home in the patio chair that hardly cushioned you, waiting for the sound of his boisterous laughter, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been a whole week since he’d been away, and boy, no one ever told you how much you could miss someone. This had been the worst week of your life, because you hadn’t even prepared for the feeling of going to sleep without him, you never thought you’d have to. 

Now, of course, Kou was always a volleyball player, he left for small trips here and there throughout your relationship, but you’d gotten together after he sustained a sports injury, and was sent on hiatus. Never had you ever been more proud of being an athletic trainer and physical therapist than the day you met him. With his pouty face and casted up leg. Yet somehow the whole time he was with you that day was spent laughing hysterically. 

For the year and a half you’d been together, he hadn’t been to one traveling tournament, only practices and local games. He was always home by nine. So it's obvious how the past week had gone, but now it was finally over and you could sleep next to him again, touch those broad muscles and lay across his wide chest. You could kiss all over him, and feel the ecstasy that is his touch. 

Car revving is what makes your eyes focus in again, and you almost start to tear up when through the passenger window you can see his white hair poking up in all directions, a smile on his face as he barely focuses on driving, opting to stare straight into your eyes with the excitement of a child. 

He steps out of the car as you begin standing to go meet him, both of you are running at each other before you know it, interlocking all your limbs in a messy and aggressive hug. Legs wrap around his waist and when he finally feels that contact he’s been missing all week, he almost melts. 

“Hey..” you whisper, laughing a bit through it.

“Hey, Hey..” he speaks back, head tucked into your neck, loving that the two of you can greet each other that way again. 

“H-” you go to speak again, but he cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 

“Don't ruin it.” His hands squeeze at your waist, and his presence makes you break out in a giddy smile, the same one he’s wearing. 

“Love ya.” 

“Love ya. Oh! Did you clean our room while I was gone, because I so totally was gonna do it before I left, but then poof! I was on a plane and I was like Oh. My. God. Y/n is gonna be so mad, Im sorry ba-” 

“I did, c’mon Kou let's go inside..” you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. 

The two of you are happy. So pleased just to see each other again that you don't mention the underlying thoughts, and feelings. How having those hands around your waist, feeling how he is so big and towers over you, it made you dripping wet for him. How your breasts shoved right up against him, and that tiny little tank top you were wearing made him want to mark you up all over. The way you walked up the steps to your shared bedroom in those loose sweat shorts was causing him to drool, just at the sway of your hips. 

Koutarou and you didn't really have bedroom rules, there was a safeword just in case, but otherwise sex was simply recreational, it was about being close to eachother. So you weren’t afraid to pounce on him the second the bed came into your line of sight. 

Stripping your shirt off in the middle of the hall to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard both from him, and the cold air outside, then jumping on him. Your lips met his as he grasped your thighs and he bucked his hips subconsciously into you. 

The two of you just needed to feel each other, after a week of no form of touch from anyone, the only way to satiate the craving was to get as close to him as possible. You wanted him in you and on top of you, all around you if possible, everywhere. While he mostly associates touch with love, sex being the most intimate form of that, the more passion he puts into it is representative of how much he fucking loves you. Every part of you. The pleasure is just an added bonus. 

Thus it’s not unexpected when he slams you against the wall just by the open bedroom door, using it to push the two of you further together. Your back arches in contact with it and he uses that space to slit his hand in the dip of your back. 

Thick and wet kisses make their way from your mouth to your neck as his other hand grasps your left breast. He squeezes it in pulses, matching the in and out motion of his kiss, sliding his thumb over your nipple with each movement. A groan of his name falls from your wet lips when you first feel his hips grinding into yours, the much needed friction being given to you in just the right way. You could even feel how with each kiss and touch he was growing harder beneath those grey sweatpants. 

His low cut tank top exposed the sides of his chest, so you snuck your hands around and under to feel his flexing pecs, one making its way to his shoulder for grip. 

When he pulls away from your neck he speaks, “Fuck, missed you so much baby, missed your taste,” before he’s back to eating up every inch of you. You feel a bit of a shock when he jumps a bit you position you higher against the wall, latching his mouth to your unattended breast, sucking your nipple in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, before popping off. 

“Missed all of you..” 

You moan at the warmth of his mouth on your nipple, loving the way he fucking worships you. “Miss you too, Kou- fuck- so much.” 

The sound of his name unsteadily rolling off your tongue sets him off, he needs more of this, more of you. So the man seats his hands under your ass, still kissing all over your breasts, and walks the two of you into the room. 

He even giggles as he falls over you onto the bed, the contact on your back is soft, the bed you love, but only when he is here, doing things like this to you. Contact is lost for a mere second while he rises to throw his shirt to the side, you take the time to rush off your shorts and undies. No one ever looked at your naked form the way Kou does, it's like he’s finally seen heaven, his eyes roam over you not like you're a piece of meat, but more so a delicate dessert for him to savour. 

“God your perfect, everyone must be so fucking jealous of me,” 

“Trust me, they are ~” you rouse, hoping to get a bit of jealousy out of him, because he is already towering over you like the giant he is, may as well seal your fate. It's not that you want to have rough sex, more so you need an excuse for the small tears gathering in your eyes, just at the fact that you can feel him now.

You never thought you’d cry over something like this but you missed him so fucking much, words don't even begin to explain, that's why you two do this first. Words aren't enough, but this way, the both of you can show eachother how much you needed the other when they were gone. You can give each other pleasures that only you hold the keys too, and make them feel things they only feel for you. 

Heat shoots straight to your center when you look up to see him in front of you bare, cock hard and ready as he stands there like a greek god, posed and all. 

“Anyone jealous of what you get, then?” he asks, not because he doesnt fucking know they are, but because he loves seeing you confient, that's what he always gets from that question. 

Both of your arms stretch up to reach for him, wrapping loosely around his muscular neck, “Oh yeah, but you know your mine,” you smirk, glad to be so sure he was always faithful when he was gone. You never had to fear for that. 

“Damn right I am.” Kou mumbles before connecting your lips, using one hand to run down the side of your stomach down to your clit, then continuing to the gap of your legs, spreading you wider for him. The tips of his fingers trace your leg up and down gently, sending shivers through you, and making you moan into his mouth. Then, one finger slides through your folds to gain access to your hole. It smooths over the damp flesh for a bit, before sinking deep into you, the stretch feels heavenly, but he knows friction is what gets you. 

The finger inside you quickly begins thrusting in and out, angled so that it rubs on the underside of your hole on it's way out, and thrusts into your g-spot on re-entry. The movement has your body writhing. His lips are marking up your entire chest, taking turns on each breast and moaning against your skin. 

He could do just this forever, he loves the way your walls get wetter and wetter around his finger, and the cute face you make when he inserts another. He know how big he is, you've had to tell him before in the past so that he understand how much you need this prep. 

It's never an issue, though, because Kou loves pleasing you, gets off on it even. Sometimes he wonders if just watching you make those pretty faces and noises could make him cum. Not that he wants to today, because as much as he loves pleasing you, he misses the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

The feeling of your body beneath him, or on top of him, anywhere as long as he can feel the pulse of your cunt around him. 

"Baby please!! Please let me put it in, need to feel you" He whines, having made himself painfully hard just imagining being that close to you again. 

Little did he know how much you needed him to fill you up, wanted him to tower over you with his broad frame and pound into you. Wanted him to show you how badly he needed you, how he couldn't even get off without you anymore. 

"Oh God, just hurry up I need you, Kou." 

He takes the way your wriggling beneath him as a sign that you were close, he was too, embarrassingly so. Thus he hissed as he grabbed hold of his veiny and flushed cock to line it up with your cunt. 

The second he felt just a hint of uts warmth he groaned and rested all of his weight on his hips, not even noticing how he was practically prying you open. 

His eyes are closed to take in the feeling he missed so much, until he here's a whimper, and feels your arms wrap around him strongly. 

"What baby, are you okay? Is this okay?" He is so kind you even let out a chuckle at him. 

"Feels so so good, I didn't even know i could miss someone as much as i missed you- ahh" 

Your words were sweet and he desperately wanted to hear more but with the way you were pulsing around him, he couldn't focus, he needed to get it all out before his mind would come down from the haze of pleasure. 

His thrusting was deep and slow, each movement pushing your whole body further up on the bed. His face was wrinkled up in concentration, but he made sure to focus on how your boobs bounced up and down with his strokes, and the way your mouth fell open with loud screams of his name. 

The pleasure and heat in the room were ever-growing, sweat starting to form on both of your torsos. Until finally a wave of pleasure ripped through you and you weren't sure whether to curl away from the feeling or move as close as possible to it. 

"Cuming-" 

"Me too-" he grasped the white blanket beneath you harshly as he came inside you. The warmth of his cum reminding you of how he was yours and you were his and this was home.

"You're never leaving for that long again." 

"Eh, I'm not sure, I mean if the sex is like that every time…" 

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[mooniefics]

— the hands that beckon me

pairing : zeke jaeger / reader

word count : 1.9k

tags : emotional hurt / comfort, relationship discussion, pillow talk, insecure zeke :(

summary : zeke is finally home, on a brief layover from the war, and you both finally get around to having that tough discussion you've been putting off for far too long.

— originally posted 1 / 21 / 21 on ao3 —

"what do you do while i'm gone?"

your skin was still hot from being pressed over his when he asked, thrumming with a warmth you hadn't felt yet craved so deeply for months. you turned to face him from your place on your back in bed, pressing into his side, peering curiously at his profile. you'd missed seeing him like this, out of his ironed, pristine uniform, hair messy from your fingers running through it, sharp features warmed with the flush of passion, unobscured by his glasses, eyes and voice sleepy and relaxed rather than alert and tight with self-awareness.

"what do you mean?" your reply was soft, almost playful to counter his matter-of-fact delivery, reaching out to draw your fingers across his firm, bare chest.

"i mean what keeps you busy? what do you do for fun?"

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the war with the mid-east allied forces had been dragging on for just about two years now, and there seemed to be no end in sight, but after the marleyan army managed to snatch a victory from the jaws of defeat on foreign soil, the news came to your internment zone that the soldiers would be returning on a brief layover as the countries' political leaders decided whether or not they'd be willing to smooth things over in a more peaceful manner.

this afternoon you had been there at the gates with his grandparents, barely able to stand still beside them as all three of you waited wordlessly with baited breath, balancing up on your tiptoes, straining to peek over the crowd to catch a glimpse of him. while others were stood by with looks of unmasked dread—men with clenched jaws and stiff shoulders, women with tears brimming their eyes, children tugging at sleeves and already crying with impatience—you felt an uncontainable joy. it was humbling to look around at all the panicked faces, to remember that not every family had the luxury of your confidence, the almost guaranteed certainty that the one you loved would return. but you couldn't help the blinding smile that broke out across your face as he ambled through the crowd, tired, well-kept, but looking warmly down at you and his family.

you had let him to greet them first, they were his blood relatives after all, but only after he'd finished giving his grandmother a tight hug and exchanging affectionate words did you allow yourself to throw your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder and breathing in his rich scent of gunpowder, pine, just a faint hint of cigarettes, melting easily into his strong embrace. you and zeke had wandered back alongside the older couple to their home, sharing a calm, easy dinner where zeke relayed what information he could to them about the status of the ongoing battle, but you were just itching to have some time to yourself with him.

you'd spent hours cleaning your quaint little home a few streets down, agonizing over every little detail despite how you knew he didn't mind whatever state it was in, just that you were there. and as soon as you'd both said your friendly goodbyes and made it through the door of your home, he was pulling you along to the bedroom, legs having memorized the path of weaving through the living room and kitchen and down the hall to the door on the left.

he was impatient, as he always was when he was tugging you out of your clothes, but sensual all in the same when he pressed his lips onto yours, murmured soft, longing words in your ear, hands squeezing and grabbing, reacquainting themselves with your soft figure. you both didn't last long—how could you when you were so eager—but felt satisfied all the time after everything was said and done, lowering back onto the mattress, flushed and panting, a faint sheen of sweat shimmering over your skin. his question just now had puzzled you. it was simple, but you knew it hid something deeper, he'd never asked something of that nature in all the time he'd been coming back and going away.

"well.. not much really. i go to work at the jewelry shop, have tea with your grandmother on thursdays, wander around the market if i feel up to it, help mary from down the street with her boys if she needs it."

you faltered at the mention of her, not remembering whether you'd seen her husband when you'd met with zeke at the entrance to the zone. you forced yourself not to frown. how selfish of you, you didn't even bother to check on her before you allowed yourself to be whisked away for the night.

he seemed to notice your sudden dismay, wrapping a comforting arm around you as he spoke, "you mean aksoy?" you nodded. "he made it back on the train alright. drunk off his ass, but alive."

you breathed a small sigh of relief, offering up a small smile at him. "good to hear."

and though his lips curled back in a similar expression, it didn't quite reach his eyes, and you only felt further perturbed by how his gaze briefly flickered elsewhere. "why do you ask?" you prompted, fingers trailing up his neck to rest at his jaw, gently turning him to face you again.

"just curious, is all.."

you could sense that he was lying, but about what you didn't quite know. "come on, zeke, we've known each other since we were kids. you don't think i know when you're hiding something?"

he hummed, the corners of his eyes creasing as an easy, genuine grin graced his features. "i apologize for underestimating your lie detecting skills."

you couldn't help but giggle softly at his words, thumb stroking over his warm cheek, body fitting perfectly against his. he was really here. finally, after all this waiting, he had come back to you, even if only for a few weeks that would surely fly past in an instant.

"i don't really know how to say this.." he seemed uncharacteristically sheepish, grey eyes traversing over your face, onto a far wall of the room, then up to the ceiling for a brief moment before it finally wandered back to you, "i guess you could say it started with me feeling a bit guilty, leaving you here all by yourself."

"i can bear the wait, you know that. as long as i know that i'll get to see you." for now, came the silent addendum.

he had three years left, barely a quarter remaining in his term, but you didn't broach the topic, and he seemed just as content putting off the discussion as you were. your relationship was easy, in a sense. there was never any squabbling over when the two of you would move in, or when he would retire from his position and settle down, milestones such as marriage and children were never issues. but there were days where you wished they were, though you'd never admit it.

just like how you'd never admit to the warm burn of envy that sparked to life when a man came into the shop you worked at searching for a ring for his partner, a spark that inevitably gave way to a cool emptiness settling deep into your chest, swallowing up your heart and balling an uncomfortable lump in your throat by the time you'd helped him choose out just the perfect jewel and sent him on his way.

"i know that, but," he swallowed, licking his lips, "sometimes i'm afraid that you're getting bored."

"bored?" the word felt strangely odd on your tongue, your own eyes blinking at him.

"bored." he reaffirmed, frowning slightly as he continued, "you see other people your age—our age—every day, don't you? when you go to the market, when you're at work, hell, even when you're spending time with your friends, you see people with lives, with structure." you knew the exact words that were coming next, but the impact of them hurt all the same. "people who don't have the thought of how time is running out hanging over their head."

it was you who turned away this time, feeling your lower lip tremble, eyes suddenly watering despite how you wished not to cry. all those complicated feelings you'd pushed down in favor of relishing in your feigned ignorance, of pretending that zeke was just a normal soldier with normal duties who was just lucky enough to come back each time. you'd always politely brushed your friends off when they'd pestered you of the absence of a ring on your finger, asking when you'd have children of your own rather than always being there to help them take care of theirs, you swept their concerns aside with a rehearsed smile because you didn't want to come to terms with the fact that you wanted those things for yourself.

the pill of zeke's looming mortality was hard enough to swallow on its own, all without mentioning how the love you shared was so rich yet so fleeting, fruitful yet futile all at once. you had no words to offer him, but your silence seemed to be enough of a reply, a forlorn, almost remorseful look settling over his handsome features.

"perhaps— perhaps you should search for someone else." you felt your stomach knot and twist, sorrow bubbling up like a geyser from below, biting at your cheek as to not let your shaky breaths spill from your mouth, "you're beautiful, it would really be no trouble at all for you to find someone—someone who can give you a good life. a fulfilling life."

"but.. there's still time left, isn't there?" your voice was quiet, thick with restrained tears, "there's still time for us."

"it isn't fair to you."

"it wouldn't be fair to you either if i left now." your brows knitting together, expression strained as you felt warmth trickle down your face, dripping down your chin onto his shoulder. "do you want me to leave?"

he looked away, hesitating just enough to make more droplets bead at your lashes before he shook his head, drawing a crooked finger across your cheek to catch a few stray tears. again, that disdain at your own selfishness came. he was worried for you, ruminating own his own impending death, trying to soften the blow of it for you at the expense of his own happiness, yet all you could do was cry at the thought of parting with him in any voluntary way.

"you're the one i want." you whispered, sniffling, "i knew what i was getting into at the start of all this, the things that i would miss, the things i would have to give up on, but they can wait. i can't be without you, not if i know that i can spend a single moment longer like this, loving you."

the sun had sank low in the sky, light abandoning the two of you in the dark of your room, alone with your shared, trembling breaths, his frown and distant eyes, your tears and imploring gaze. you felt weary in many ways as you allowed yourself to settle back onto his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his arm tightening its grasp around you, holding you close, a silent plea to stay just as you were.

he didn't speak, not another word of uncertainty exchanged, but you knew that he understood. he was here, and as long as that was the case you would always wait, keep turning down the hands that beckoned you, rescind your domestic desires for the sake of clinging to this one rare, importunate, lovely thing you had—clinging to him.

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