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wonderlandwalker · 4 months

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Cherished Moments | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: Finnick is trying to get you to relax and, well, it works maybe a bit too much.

Content Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff, small injury, lovesick Finnick, grumpy!reader x sunshine!Finnick, insinuations of violence, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Requested by Anon: I love your writing!!! What do you think a grumpy reader × sunshine finnick would be like? Love the back cat gf golden retriever bf trope haha and I feel like finnick would be obsessed with someone who was mean to everyone BUT him! Feel free to ignore if you don't feel inspired, I'll read everything you write anyway!!

A/N: Can someone pls let me know if they actually manage to find the request after I've posted them I have no clue if these are getting through. Ngl this one was a struggle for me but once I found the right idea it came pouring out. Do they even have darts in the Hunger Games universe? Well, they do now. Keep sending me requests I genuinely love doing them!!

“Come on, I know you can do it! I’ve seen you throw knives, this is pretty much the same thing, only smaller.” Finnick was trying to encourage you, but you weren’t easy to win over.

“I’m telling you, I can’t. This is just different. The darts are so much smaller and lighter, it throws me off balance.” You were at a party in District 13, well, calling it a party would be generous.

“Just try. I’ll help you come on. I promise it’ll be fun.” He couldn't hide his smile at your antics, but he also knew if anyone was able to convince you, it was him.

“Fine, but if something goes wrong it's on you.” You looked him in the eyes, and could see a spark of light inside them, and you wouldn't admit it, not with all the other people in the room, but it warmed your heart a little.

“It’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen” He asked you, and you almost scoffed at the question.

“I could hit someone, and then everyone will hate me even more than they already do”

“They don't hate you, they just don't know you the way I do.” Whenever someone would ask him what he saw in you, he would always be dumbfounded. Sure, you had a hard exterior, but when someone has gone through as much in their life as you did, were you really to blame? No, he didn't understand the question, because, to him, you were perfect. Whether you were sulking at breakfast for having to leave the bed or smiling at him because they were serving your favourite dish for dinner, he would take anything you gave him.

“Are you telling me that you, the victor of the 70th Hunger Games, are afraid of hurting someone with a tiny dart?” He was challenging you, and it was working.

“I'm not afraid, I just don't want anything to go wrong.” The way your voice softened around him made his heart beat faster for you and sometimes, he swore you knew and were doing it on purpose.

“You won’t, just throw it straight into the board.”

Finnick is standing behind you, grinning like he’s just won some sort of lottery while he guides your arm up for you, you can feel his breath on your neck before he whispers “Come on love, do it for me.” You’ve never been able to deny him, to your own annoyance at times, so you do as he says.

The dart flies through the air, and it doesn't hit the board, but it comes relatively close. So you throw a second dart and it hits the board, but you don’t manage to score any points just yet. As you throw another one, it manages to hit the board, but only for a little while before it falls to the floor. You throw your hands up in defeat before saying “See, told you I couldn't do it.” But Finnick hasn't given up, in you, he would never give up.

“That’s nonsense, you just have to try again, be patient.” He walks over to collect your darts and hands them back to you. He steps behind you again, guiding you into the right position before speaking.

“Just close your eyes, imagine you’re throwing them at Snow.” It makes you laugh and he can feel your muscles relax. He would always feel so proud of himself when he made you laugh, he didn't mind that you don't do it often, it would only feel like so much more of an achievement.

You do as he says, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath right before you throw the dart, hitting it right in the bullseye. You throw another, hitting the bullseye again. But you miss the board with the next one when Finnick leaves a small kiss on your shoulder, and your breath hitches. You can feel his body moving from behind you, and focus to throw another dart. It’s only when you hear an exclamation of pain coming from right in front of you that you snap open your eyes, you would recognize it anywhere. In front of you was Finnick, standing right next to the board with one of his hands clutched in the other, and when you take a closer look, you can see the dart that is stuck in the back of Finnick's hand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry are you okay.” He would never tell you this, but he doesn't even mind that it happened, seeing you being sweet on him so openly, it makes him forget anything even happened in the first place.

“I'm fine sweetheart.” there is a strain in his voice, and he knows you can hear it too from the way your brows furrow in regret. You knew he wasn't trying to be tough for you, no, you had moved past that years ago. he was trying to not make you worry, it was something he would always do no matter how much pain he was in. But you were worried, because in contrast to all those other times, this time it was your fault that he was hurt. It never phased you much when someone would get shot, it never phased you much as you heard the canons each night in the arena signalling another death, not in the way it phased other people, but this, this broke you.

“Finnick you are not fine, there is a fucking dart inside your hand and it's my fault.”

“Well, most people don’t throw a fourth dart sweetheart." He says, and he chuckles a little, but you don't hear it in your state of worry.

“I am so sorry I-” You were choking up over your guilt, and while he loved getting to see your raw emotions, this one he didn't enjoy.

“Hey, no, I'm sorry too, don't get yourself worked up over this. It's just a dart, I will be fine. Why don’t you go get me a first aid kit?” He really was fine, and he could have gotten it himself, but he knew how much you would get in your own head when you didn't have anything to do in these kinds of situations.

Once you come back and help patch him up, he looks up at you and you catch his gaze. A smile crosses his face in a way he knows his cheeks are going to hurt.

“Why are you smiling” you ask, confused at his glee in a situation like this.

“Because I know you care about me. You don’t always show it, and you don’t have to, because moments like these I’ll cherish forever.” His eyes are sparkling as he looks into yours, he swears he could just stand here and look at you for the rest of his life.

“Oh, would you shut up already” you tell him while swatting his hand away from your face and rolling your eyes.

“You can’t tell me to shut up, you threw a dart into my hand.” He’s still grinning like an idiot, and it's infecting you. One of the corners of your mouth lifts up, and it's subtle, but he catches it, how could he not with how intently he is watching you. You’re back to your old dynamic, but he loves it just as much.

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billlydear · 1 year

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Thank you! If you don’t like this idea I can always give another one🤠 pls ignore it if u don’t like it

giving dom Billys huge cock a handjob. You’re sleeping and hear him moaning in your ear, wanting attention. You both sit up from the bed and you ask him to be the little spoon, he reluctantly agrees since he wants relief. You give him a handjob from behind but, Eddies sleeping in the other room so he moans loud just enough for you to hear knowing how much it turns you on. But, in the end he cums so much with the loudest moan ever. You immediately cover his mouth in fear, turning him on so much as he’s the dom that his cum keeps going all over his stomach.

IMPROVISATION - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (MINORS DNI WITH SMUT)

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Since you've been dating Billy, you've become a heavy sleeper. He's not himself, or he didn't used to be, so your entire night was spent tossing and turning while he did the same. Eventually, when you got your own place and Billy no longer had to worry about Neil storming in, he slept through the night. As did you, and now you're able to get a full eight hours without getting elbowed or kicked or rolled on.

Apparently, you're not immune to grinding, though. Perhaps it's a combination of both the soft sunlight spilling through your curtains, pricking at your eyelashes, and Billy's arm over your stomach that wakes you, but when your eyes blink hazily open, lashes grating against your pillowcase, you feel his stiff hips against your backside.

"Billy," You groan, smashing your face into your pillow and flattening your nose, "Not now. M'tired."

"But- mmm," He moans, nose butting against the back of your ear. His breath is hot against your skin there, and he lets out a shaky exhale, rutting his hips against your ass once more.

"Come on," He rasps, teeth sliding against your soft earlobe ever-so-slightly, sending a zing of electricity down your spine, "Just a quickie, babe. You don't even have to do anything, I'll just be in and out."

You don't doubt that it would be quick. You can feel Billy's dick pressing hard and stiff into your ass, and you'd bet money that he's already oozing pre.

Still, you're not sure you're ready for that much this early in the morning. Your hand twitches where it's buried under the blankets and you clench your fist, warming up your fingers and turning in Billy's grasp.

There's not nearly as much friction for Billy to rut into now, but he takes it as an invitation. He rolls over top of you, grinding his hips down into your cunt, and it feels good, but you're still not eager to get too messy.

"Slow down," You laugh weakly, voice bleary and muddled with sleep, "Roll over, big guy."

"Hm?" Billy hums, lips already sucking against your jaw like a leech, "Whaddya mean?"

"Roll over," You repeat, snaking a hand under his side to push against his torso. He's not awake enough yet to react in time, and he slides off of you with an unceremonious thump.

"Babe," He groans, assuming you're denying him once more, "Come on, please? I know you're tired, but you don't even have to move."

"I don't want your dick in me this early!" You huff out a laugh, "Just turn over, Billy. I'll jerk you off."

His eyes light up and his teeth make their first visual appearance of the day in a lazy grin. He reaches for his boxers, fumbling to get them off quick, "Thanks, babe. 'Don't even need to turn, you can just do it here."

"Mm-mm," You shake your head, holding your hand by his bulge, "This is killer on the wrist. Just turn over, Billy, what, are you afraid of being little spoon?"

You've hit the nail on the head. Billy doesn't like turning his back to the door. You shudder to think of why, late nights spend staring at the door praying no one came through to hit him, back never fully turned in case of an attack. But you're offering a high reward for the risk he's taking; sex if he fights his fear.

"You can trust me," You urge, after seeing his eyes narrow slightly in contemplation. Logically, he knows he's safe with you. But old habits die hard, and he abhors the thought of facing away from the door. When you kiss his shoulder, the tan skin practically calling your name from right by your face, he relents, tension ebbing away.

"Fine," He grumbles, but you know he's just grumpy for show. He turns, and you're sure it feels odd to be laying on that hip, since he's always positioned differently.

It's like the second he's let his guard down, something has to prod it back up. You're mid-kiss to BIlly's toned back, lips molding to the curves and bulges of his muscles, when something moves in another room. You both stiffen, but Billy's turned over in a second, wide eyes staring at the door. You take a moment, think about whether you've left any precariously balanced items lying around, then-

"Eddie," You groan, and Billy heaves a sigh.

Eddie's on tour with his band, and on their SoCal stop, you'd invited him to stay a few nights. He's been happy to get a night in a room to himself, and his bandmates had been happy to have one less sweaty man around all the time. They love each other, of course, but touring is hard.

"S'just Eddie," You reaffirm, stroking a hand down Billy's chest now that he's facing you once more, "It's okay. 'Sounds like he just rolled over. Wanna keep going? We can be quiet."

Billy nods warily; he knows there's no danger, he knows that even if Eddie hears you, the door's locked and he's not gonna come barging in, but he's still spooked, adrenaline lingering in his system.

He turns back over in bed, muscles tense once again as you press your face to his back. Slowly but surely, kiss by kiss, he mellows out, until you've pecked every available inch of his back and he's squirming in place.

"Babe," He breathes, voice gruff and heavy, "C'mon. 'Don't got all day, Eddie's gonna wake up soon."

"He sleeps 'till noon," You snort, pressing one last kiss to the space between Billy's shoulder blades, "You ready, baby?"

"Yeah," He pants, feeling your hand creep up his hip towards his achingly hard bulge, "Ah, fuck- babe, hurry up."

You finally stop teasing, and your hand cups Billy's clothed cock. He bucks into your hands immediately, nearly splitting his lip with how hard he bites it to keep himself quiet.

"Oh fuck," He grunts, keeping his voice just low enough so that Eddie can't hear, "Babe- ngh, yeah, just- just like that."

You give his bulge an affectionate squeeze, one that has Billy's face turning as he buries it in his pillow. It's the only way he's able to muffle his moans, and you carefully tug down the waistband of his boxers to let his cock spring free.

It's big, you know it is, but when you hear the smack as it bounces up to hit his stomach, your mouth waters. You can't wait to get your hands on it, so you don't. Your teeth grate against a bulge of muscle in Billy's back and you reach for the base of his cock, lifting your thumb to run through his tip and collect a smear of precum.

He hisses at the contact, and you're pleased to find that he's already leaked enough to coat half of his dick in slick, sticky pre. It makes your job easier, and you smear the portion that you'd collected over your palm to wrap it again around his base.

Pleasure courses through Billy's veins, hot and biting, as you stroke him. He's panting into his pillow, his hips tense as you pump your fist over his cock, and the higher up your hand travels on every jerk, the more the muscles in his stomach tighten.

When you run the length of your palm all the way up his sex, enough to close it off around the tip and squeeze ever-so-slightly, he lets out a muffled cry. It really sounds like a sob, and you kiss into his back again as an apology. He's extra sensitive in the mornings, you know that, and you've been teasing him thus far; it's no wonder he's almost ready to cum.

"Go on, Billy," You hum into his back, hand pumping steadily up and down his length, "You wanna cum, baby? Cum."

He lets out a guttural groan at your words, and you know he's closer than ever. He's bucking his hips into your palm now, ramming his cock through your fist as if you're not going fast enough. On the upstroke, his balls are hitting your fist, your pinky plunging against the heated skin as he thrusts into your grip.

"Come on," You urge, tongue snaking out to lick a fat, wet stripe up Billy's back as your other hand reaches out from under him and around his front, massaging gently at his balls, "Cum, Billy, cum on my hand."

That's what does it. He's marking you, when he rides your fist to completion and plunges the tip of his cock into the center of your palm, splattering it with white, sticky cum; it's a brand. He's painting your skin, and when his orgasm rips through him, a moan tears his throat apart.

It's loud, and without thinking, you cover his face with your palm. Of course, it's one that's covered in a tacky layer of his seed, and his eyes widen as his release is suddenly against his mouth.

He's not used to you taking control. Something about your palm flattening over his mouth, muffling his moan and shutting him up only makes him cum more, and with your hand out of the way, his stomach is the next target. His cock is still so hard, so stiff, that he splatters his torso, but neither of you can worry about cleanup now.

He's good at improvisation. His tongue darts out to press flat to your palm, licking his cum off of your skin. He's a good kisser, you should have known he'd be excellent no matter where he put his tongue, but the warm muscle snakes between your fingers and something under your belly stutters its approval.

Once his cum is cleared away, and all that covers your hand is a thin layer of spit, he turns. His cock is still out, half-hard because no matter how old he is, you think he'll always have the stamina of a horny teenage boy. He goes straight for your mouth, licking into it with a tongue tasting of his own seed.

Your morning breath is no match for Billy, and he's got the inside of your mouth painted with the taste of his cum in no time. He's a sloppy kisser, especially in the mornings, and each time his tongue slides against yours, that feeling below your stomach grows.

He's on top of you before you can process his movements, hands pawing eagerly, desperately against the hem of your pajama pants. He's mewling into your mouth like a man starved, grunting and groaning as he licks your tongue sloppy. He's a nanosecond away from tearing the fabric of your pajamas thread by thread to jam his stiff dick into your cunt, when you hear feet crossing the floor from your spare room to the hallway bathroom. You both freeze, and Billy reluctantly pulls away from your mouth to stare at the door.

You hear a loud, stuffy cough, and some of the arousal fades from your core. Then Eddie blows his nose, murmuring an, 'oh, god.' at whatever he'd managed to produce. Billy turns to you with a wrinkled nose, a grimace clear on his face as he slides off of you.

He's not hard anymore.

"Gross," You whisper, your sticky hand feeling a lot less sexy now. You're officially turned off, and you lay your head against Billy's shoulder while you wait for Eddie to get out of the bathroom.

Finally, his feet move again, and you wonder if you'll be able to get yourselves going again. Then there's a fist pounding against your door, and Billy's hand tightens around your waist.

"You guys are animals!" Eddie shouts through the wood, "Your bed is literally a foot away from mine! These walls are thin!"

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deanscherrypie69 · 7 months

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Taxi Cab B.B 🚕🗽

Pairings: TaxiDriver!Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ O N LY Sex as payment. Language. Cream pie. Not very many warnings. But if I’m missing any pls lmk!

Please do not repost my work anywhere else!!!! Expect for here or wattpad, you have been warned…

Authors Note: this may suck a little bit. This is my first fic in over like a year….? Or longer I’m not really sure!!! But please reblog and comment!!! I like seeing feedback!!! If you have any requests please don’t be afraid to send them in!! SEMI EDITED! Don’t come at me for any spelling mistakes😭💀

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It had been a cold rainy night in New York tonight. You thought it would've been a good idea to go out to a bar to get a few drinks for yourself, well maybe it was because your boyfriend had just broken up with you just an hour before.

You shiver in the ran as you try to get a taxi to go home, you had drank a little too much, but you didn't care. You used your jacket as an umbrella so your hair didn't get in the way.

"Taxi!" You scream once more. You groan when you watch the yellow car drive past you. "Fuck." You groan, reaching into your pants pocket you pull out your phone, tapping on the screen it doesn't light up.

Dead, just what you needed.

Shoving the phone back into your pocket you glance up and notice a taxi waiting in front of you on the street.

The passenger side window rolls down, revealing a man with dark black hair almost down to his shoulders.

"You need a ride?" He questions from the window.

You smile, "Yes thank you!" Holding onto the jacket that rested on top of your head, you rush to the taxi, opening the door you slide inside.

Shutting the door, you remove your jacket from your head and you put it on the seat next to you.

The man meets your eyes in the mirror. "Where to?" He questions.

You let out a long sigh, "Second street." You smile.

The man nods, and starts the engine.

You could fall asleep, the sound of the rain tapping against the car, and the wipers of the car silently hitting the car window.

But you were pulled out you thought when the man brakes the silence, "Why out so late?" He hums.

You shift in your spot, and glance at the clock it read 2am.

You must've lost track of time

"I didn't realize that it was that late." You say swallowing back a yawn. The man chuckles, he notices you looking out the window, and he had noticed the tight shirt you had on. It made your boobs look nice. He grunts and adjusts in his seat.

"Got anyone waiting for you at home?" He questions meeting your e/c in the mirror."

"No, my boyfriend recently broke up with me." You say looking down at your nails.

What kind of guy breaks up with a girl who looks like that. He thinks.

Looking up at the man you notice his eyes were focused on the road, "What's your name?" You hum.

"Bucky." He says meeting your eyes once more.

"Yours?" Bucky asks.

"Y/N."

"Nice to meet you Y/n." He hums.

The car comes to an abrupt stop, "Here we are." He says turning his body in his seat.

You smiling reaching into your coat pocket, "Shit." You mumble. You didn't have anything to pay him.

"I don't have any money." You softly say.

Bucky laughs, It's okay doll it's not the money i wan anyway." He hums looking you up and down, his eyes linger on your breasts. A cold chill runs down you spine once he looks away.

He turns on the car and begins to drive way from you apartment building.

"That was my stop." You quitly say.

"I'm going to get my payment." His growls.

Bucky pulls into a dark alley way. He shuts off the car. Opening the car door you watch him walk over to the backseat door.

He opens the door, he slides in. Closing the door the behind him. You noticed how it echoed off the alley you were in.

"So, about that payment." Bucky licks his lips eyeing you up and down, it was like he wanted to eat you.

"I- I don't have any money Bucky." You swallow hard, watching the mans eyes grow darker.

"I don't want your money." He says reaching over to touch your exposed shoulder. "I need you to be quite." He whispers he leans in closer. You could feel him breathing on your neck.

"Bucky-" You warn trying to get away, but you couldn't. You turn your body and you begin to tug on the handle do the door.

"It's locked." Bucky says.

"Please just let me go. I have money back at my place." You plead.

'No can do doll." He says grabbing your wrist. Pulling you close to him. 'now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. You choice."

You swallow hard. You didn't say anything back. You watch as Bucky tugs on your jeans, "Take em off." He grunts, you notice him sliding down the zipper of his jeans, he reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock.

You shimmy out of your jeans.

Bucky begins to stoke his cock, fast. The air was thick and hot his hair was sticking to his face, Once he notices you were out of your jeans he grabs your waits.

Making you sit on top of him, Your head was touching the top of the car.

Bucky reaches under you pulling your panties to the side, he drags to of his fingers down your folds. Causing a silent moan to fall from your lips

"Someone's wet." He growls He drags his cock through your lips, he lines it up with your hole. He grabs your hips to lower you down onto his cock.

A loud moan rips through your body. Causing you to lean forward, as Bucky begins to work his hips. You moan loudly. You drop your head into his neck.

Your eyes wander to the window right in front of you.

Watching as cars pass by the alley way. You wondered if anyone that passed by knew you were fucking your cab driver cause you didn't have any money.

You were sure that the car was rocking back in forth, but you didn't care his cock was filling you up. Almost sending you over the edge.

"You feel so fuckin good." He moans slapping your ass.

"Fuck." You moan biting you lip. You felt your orgasm approaching as he begins to thrust faster, "You gonna cum for me doll?" He questions grabbing you ass.

"Yes." You choke out a moan when you feel your orgasm wash over you.

Bucky's cock twitches inside of you coating your walls with his cum.

"I love you." You mumble into his neck.

Bucky laughs, "You broke character." He groans pulling out of you. Causing a silent moan to fall from your mouth. "I know." You huff.

You slide off his waist and into the seat next to him. "Ex boyfriend huh?" Bucky looks down at your fucked out state, "Shut up." You playfully hit his arm.

"It's called 'acting' for a reason, smart ass." You grab your jeans off the floor of the car and begin to slide them on.

Bucky tucks himself back into his pants. "How'd you get this cab anyway?"

Bucky raises his eyebrow. "You don't wanna know, but I'll i'm gonna say is that the actual driver is knocked out in the trunk." He laughs.

"Bucky!" You squeal.

"You asked doll," Bucky exits the car, "You comin or not."

You laugh and follow suit.

- - - Bucky sets the cab driver in the front seat, he reaches over him to grab something out of the passenger seat, "Here." He closes the door to the taxi.

Bucky hands you an umbrella, "Thank you." Smirking Bucky grabs your hand, "We should totally do this again.."

You and Bucky begin to walk out of the alley way hand in hand, "Yea, but it's my turn, to pick.. and I want you to wear a ghostface mask."

"You gotta deal doll."

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misthogansnk · 5 months

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PLS PLS PLS IGNORE THAT MESSAGE THAT JUST SEND I ACCIDENTALLY TAP SEND WITHOUT COMMENTING IT IM REALLY SORRY

As I was going to type , Syzoth with a fem!reader who is not afraid of his true form and when seeing his form for the first time, she doesn’t show fear but gushes and giggles saying how cute he is because in her eyes she sees him as a cute reptilian 💚💚💚

Of course!! let's give Syzoth the love he deserves 🥹💚🦎

Remember that I am accepting requests for Syzoth x f.reader🐊🐊

Syzoth x f.Reader

(Fluff / Romantic)

My reflection in your gaze

Fear ran through every inch of his body, he had met Y/n as soon as he arrived on earth, before her he was an ordinary man, before her that was how he should be, he would not tolerate her eyes looking at him with contempt or horror, those eyes that so much healed his soul and brightened his day with their brilliance, they had to be protected from what now turned out to be the problem. His people despise his human form, but this time it was the other way around, on earth the monks feared him or looked at him strangely. It didn't take long for it to reach Y/n's ears that the boy who courted her, the one who made her fall in love, with whom she shared long talks, whose lips captivated when they touched hers in a passionate honey-flavored kiss; he was a shapeshifter. Maybe it was obvious, but she, y/n was very clueless, her recurring clumsiness generated sweetness in Syzoth, every occurrence, mistake or oversight of her beloved made her heart beat rapidly.

For her, her worst nightmare had arrived, but he would deny her, he would not show her, he would not lose her, not her... "Syzoth, come, show me"

"No, Y/n, you're not ready."

"I was born ready, my heart was born ready to see how sweet and tender you are in your natural form"

Syzoth looked down and sighed, should I take the risk? She would flee, along with her her hope of forming a new family and moving forward together along the paths of destiny.

"No, I will be horrible and geotesque in your eyes, I will extinguish that shine in your eyes and I will never forgive myself"

His beloved's response was a smile and a big hug "Oh my Syzoth, I love you just the way you are and nothing will scare me. Plus I saw you eat spiders, if that didn't scare me, nothing will scare me" after that Joke, the heart Syzoth gains courage, distances himself and transforms. Without saying a word he looks for the sparkle in the young woman's eyes, and comes across an open mouth of astonishment that tries to form a smile, without realizing that she is walking towards hers. "Don't come closer, are you afraid of me? Are you upset? Tell me something, I'm begging you."

The warmest gaze fell on Syzoth, even though he was too big, leaving Y/N tiny. She grabbed both of his cold, scaly cheeks and kissed him on the nose, leaving Syzoth speechless.

"You're a sweetheart, you're cute and look at that tail, oh my gods, I need to touch it."

"What? You don't dislike me?" After that question she kisses him again but this time on the cheek and hugs him.

"What does it matter if you are tattooed, if you are green and scaly, you are a Syzoth, my Syzoth, my lizard and I love you"

Trying to hold back tears as if it were a mission impossible, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against her chest.

“That your gaze accepts me is the best thing that has happened to me, my beloved.”

"Boyfriend in the morning, huggable lizard at night, you won the lottery!"

"It may be more fun than you imagine, my sweet love."

Out of nowhere a comforting but still surprising shiver runs up from her tail to her back, and/n was caressing the tip of her tail, with the curiosity of a child. Without a doubt, this revelation would leave more than a simple warm touch to his heart, now it was the beginning of everything...

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taeraeszn · 10 months

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Hiiiiii! How are you!❤️💫I hope you are well! I LOVE your ZB1 scenarios and would like to request an individual scenario for Hanbin! I would like to please request a suggestive fluffy one where he gets jealous because Yujin gets more attention from his afab foreigner s/o. If you can't that's OK! You can alter it if you'd like. I appreciate it! Thank you! Sending loads of love❤️xoxo

jealousy, jealousy - sung hanbin

characters: hanbin x afab!reader (ft. zb1)

description: hanbin gets jealous seeing his s/o giving more attention to his other members at the party

genre: fluff, tinge of angst lol

word count: 1.3K

warnings: suggestive writing at the end?? kissing/making out, food, lmk if i missed any!

a/n: hi luv! i decided to alter your request a bit if that's okay! i'm not sure how big the age gap is between my readers and yujin so i made the reader speak to the other members as well! btw this is afab reader, i realized that i haven't written something with an afab reader yet! if you guys prefer the gn!reader lmk :)

also be ready for more individual requests that will slowly roll out! (i alr have 2 ricky ones!), i'm happy to be writing individual ones for you guys so pls don't be afraid to send one in my inbox <3

sorry if this kinda sucks i was in a rush to finish it but wanted to publish it today

the party was absolutely packed to the brim. to celebrate the beginning of summer, hanbin decided to gather all his family and friends at his house, including you. he's been wanting you to meet his other members for a while and it was finally time that you got to.

you brushed out your hair and straightened it, as well as choosing an appealing dress. with some heels, you were out of the door. you informed hanbin that you'd be arriving soon and he was thrilled, sending you a bunch of hearts in response.

when you entered, you saw people hanging out in small groups talking amongst themselves. everyone had drinks in their hands and looked their best.

you tried to spot your boyfriend in the crowd and that's when you saw him. he was sitting in between yujin and matthew. matthew was playing uno with gyuvin and ricky while yujin and hanbin were having a conversation.

as if on time, he looked up and noticed you in the dress he bought out himself. he momentarily stopped then excused himself from the conversation, making his way towards you.

his hands naturally maneuvered around your body, "you look stunning tonight." he complimented. your cheeks heated up as you playfully hit his shoulder, "stop! well...thank you."

"i mean it!" he looked back at yujin who was now on his phone and then back at you, "want to meet the members?" you nodded and made your way to the couch they were hanging out at.

"guys! this is (name), my girlfriend." they greeted you and you sat next to yujin as you were squished between him and hanbin.

"hi noona." yujin greeted, "hanbin has told me a lot about you." he joked. hanbin sent him a dead glare but yujin seemed unfazed. you blinked, "like what?"

he smirked, turning to face you. "oh, i could go on forever but hanbin ALWAYS finds a way to bring you into every conversation. like yesterday we were talking about pizza and he kept mentioning how you like pepperoni on yours."

"hey!.." hanbin said to yujin, unable to finish it, "you know what? i'm getting something to eat. (name), you want something?" he touched your shoulder gently.

"oh i'll have the fried chicken!" he smiled taking your order then walking away to the line that was forming by the food. yujin joked, "he got flustered."

"yeah no kidding hanbin always is when we mention you." gyuvin added, still playing uno with matthew and ricky. ricky then announced that he had no cards left, claiming that he won. matthew and gyuvin whined about losing the game since they were "so close" to winning. ricky began organizing the cards for another game.

"really?" gyuvin chuckled, "yup. but then he gets thrilled to talk about you."

"hyung was bosting to us about how great you are and how happy he is that we could finally meet you." yujin added.

as hanbin was waiting for his turn in the line, he unintentionally searched for you in the crowd and found you speaking to his members happily. though he was wanting you to meet them, he felt another way, jealousy.

he poked hao's shoulder who was standing in front of him, "hyung? do you think (name) and the other members seem close?"

hao turned from the conversation he was having with jiwoong and looked at the scene. he shrugged, "they seem just like close friends to me." jiwoong nodded, "their still getting to know each other but already seem like they've known each other for years." he chuckled.

obviously the other members have no romantic feelings for you as they know hanbin is already in love with you, but seeing them laugh with you and you playfully nudging them made him slightly frown.

he quickly got your fried chicken and returned to be near you. the members all acted naïve, as if they weren't telling you about how hanbin is like at the dorms and exposing him.

"here's your chicken." he said, showing off his cat whiskers. you smiled, "thank you love."

as the night progressed, hanbin couldn't shake off the feeling he had earlier. the sense of jealousy remained strong; he was rarely like this and knew he shouldn't be acting this way because his friends were just getting to know you.

he found himself not wanting to interact with the other guests much and keeping to himself. whenever someone asked if he was fine, he shrugged it off as being tired.

as everyone slowly began leaving, only the zb1 members remained cleaning up the mess that was left after the party. while taerae and gunwook were grabbing the trash bags to clean up, hao and jiwoong were in the kitchen washing the dishes and putting the plates in their respective spots while the rest were in the living space.

hanbin noticed you still speaking to gyuvin on the couch and laughing hardly at a joke that gyuvin made. he decided to approach you two and sat down, "hey what's going on?"

you couldn't barely contain your laughter, "gyuvin was telling me how he caught you looking at a picture of me and kissing it." his eyes widened.

"WHAT?" gyuvin put his hands up, "it was too good not to tell."

hanbin shook his head while still embarrassed, but he wanted to speak to you privately and took this as a chance.

"(name)?" you looked up, finally calming down, "yeah?" he grabbed your hand and stood up.

"can we talk?" you nodded and excused yourself which gyuvin was okay with.

you two headed on the balcony where the wind was blowing softly. hanbin sighed and kept holding your hand.

"i'm not sure what happened to me but i couldn't help but feel a bit jealous seeing you laugh with some of the members. i know i was the one who invited you here to meet them but it made me wonder if i was able to make you laugh that much."

you understood how he felt, in the past you have felt that same way with hanbin's girl friend's. this was probably how he felt with you speaking to the zb1 members.

"hanbin...i get it. but you need to remember that i'm with you for a reason. you make me happy, and you make me laugh. you make me feel like the luckiest girl ever whenever we're together. i'll always choose you as mine."

he looked down, smiling to himself. your words reminded him of why you two were together. it was then that you saw his cat whiskers again, meaning that he was happy.

"thank you love. you always know how to make me smile." hanbin pulled you close and pressed his lips onto yours softly. your hands rested on his chest and his wrapped around your waist.

he pulled a strand of hair behind your ear, resting his hand on your cheek. the kiss didn't stop as you were filled with the feeling of love, everything else seemed to faze out as you only focused on hanbin.

but it seemed that hanbin forgot to close the balcony door because he heard, "hey guys, hanbin hyung is kissing his girlfriend!" he could recognize that voice from anywhere to be park gunwook's, taerae was next to him giggling. you two rushed to pull away but a crowd already seemed to form.

"hey! hey! go back to cleaning it's still a mess!" he nagged, switching the conversation out of embrassment.

the members began hitting him playfully, joking of how "passionate" he looked.

"hanbin hyung, i never expected for you to kiss that passionately." gyuvin nonchalantly said while playing with a streamer that was on the floor.

"be quiet!" he exclaimed playfully, "yeah yeah we were kissing so what?"

you watched as the members continued poking fun at their leader but it reminded you just how much you appreciated hanbin as a partner. he was everything you needed. and nobody could take you away from him.

#zb1 #zerobase1 #zerobaseone #zb1 fluff #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 reactions #sung hanbin #sung hanbin scenarios #sung hanbin imagine #sung hanbin x reader #zb1 x reader

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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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this is my request omg a jjk ff with dubcon somnophilia, i want jk and oc to be like really close in their relationship bc it feels awkward if they’re not together lmao, mc is completely passed out having a wet dream and jk felt horny while hearing her sleepy moans then when she wakes up its bc jk is on top of her moaning😶‍🌫️ i don’t have that much creativity 😭 oooh and aftercare 🫶🏻

AND PLS PLS PLS LET JK BE WHINY AND NOT ASHAMED TO MOAN LOUDLY 😭😭 that’s like a kink of mine and i love it when they’re not ashamed

thank you smm love youu 🫶🏻

can it be like a bit long idk if i can choose a word count but at least can i FEEL the moment

JJK || Wet Dreams

warnings: smut (18+), somnophilia, dubcon, nicknames (non-sexual), vocal kink, fingering, top!jk, praise kink, soft fucking, marking, possessive!jk, begging, brief boob-touchin', unprotected sex* (don't do this), creampie

tags: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader

a/n: i have revised things here and there but i am satisfied with it now...mmm...enjoy. i love you too.

OMG OKAY so I think he'd initially be super panicked because-- he wouldn't know what to do but then he'd be like "hell, might as well..." because they had a previous convo about it....

...I'm catching your vibe. I know how to write this.

I get what you mean when you say you like it when guys aren't afraid to moan... and after they've been together for that long, I mean... *evil laugh* okay. I love my whiny boys.

"Hey babe--" you carefully pat Jungkook's chest while he's paying attention to the TV in your room. "Babe~"

Jungkook, with a slightly absent look on his face, shifts his focus to you. "Hm?" He hums.

"So you know that I really like it when we fuck when I'm tired," you start, rubbing slow circles on his torso with your palm.

"Mhmmm..." a smile peeks from his lips.

Your hands weave between his strands of hair, massaging him softly. He releases a soft moan.

"I have these wet dreams about you," you elaborate, your lips hovering over his as you articulate your fantasy. "I want them to be real."

Jungkook traces his fingers along your back and sighs, relaxing his body under you and admiring your touch.

"I want you to use me...whenever you need me," you continue, the vibration of your voice melting on his skin.

"I need you," he doesn't hesitate to respond. "More than anything, I love being inside of you," he speaks in your ear, practically whining for you.

A thrill send through your body. "I love having you inside me," you sigh, kissing him.

He deepens the kiss, desperately, but you're already half-asleep. So, in his arms, you rest.

For a few hours, you're tangled within one another in a deep sleep. Nothing disturbs you two, your breathing in unison with your bodies on top of one another.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb quietly. It's a little past midnight, and he's just woken up to a curious sound coming from you.

He doesn't recognize it at first, but as they get more intense, he realizes that you're moaning. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as you dream of your boyfriend. He knows you are, because you're quietly whimpering his name.

"Jungkook...Jungkook--" you gasp, weakly.

That goes straight to his dick. You must be dreaming about him. Intrigued, he moves around a bit.

Without disturbing you, he shifts positions so that he is over your peaceful-looking body.

His eyes watch your chest rise and fall with each breath, your lips slightly parted.

"Angel..." he calls you, his palm traveling to your jaw.

You lean against him unintentionally, your hips bucking. A far more intense moan floats from your mouth.

He bites his lip softly, blushing as his hands explore your gentle curves. You're so incredibly warm. He needs to be careful.

His gaze fall upon your panties, soaked through with your arousal. He experimentally glides his fingers inside you. You rise to the touch, fluttering around him.

Jungkook experimentally plays with your swollen clit, amazed at how drenched you are. He spreads it on your folds, wondering what exactly you're dreaming about that you're this wet.

"Jungkook,," you pout, unconsciously.

That's right. It's him. He places a gentle kiss on your lips. You're his and his only.

You gush around his fingers when he enters you, creating a lather of your juices around his digits.

Jungkook gasps. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight of it.

"Holy fuck that's a lot."

Without thought, he pulls out his cock and grinds it against your cunt, covering it in your arousal as loud, breathy groans spill from his mouth like sinful prayers.

He breaks out into a blissful smile. He hisses. "H--ahhh,"

His palms cup around your breasts, squeezing them lightly as his mouth obsesses over your sweet scent.

His tongue catches your skin between his lips, and he marks you, shamelessly and possessively. You're his to fuck and he won't ever let you forget it.

"So hot, so fucking hot..." he whines, his dick pushing up against your clit nicely. "Fuck~ fuck, Y/N,"

You take a labored breath in, holding on to his arms out of instinct.

He needs you, he needs you so bad. His mind spins as he plunges the crown of his cock into your heat. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Ahhh~ ahh~" he whimpers, his thighs shaking as he fills you to the brim with his dick.

Jungkook can't believe he's using you like this. It feels so incredibly right to take you in this state. You look so calm, yet you're experiencing something euphoric in you're dreams.

"Ohhh fuck~! Mmmh!" He cries, feeling you clench around him.

More than anything, he wants you to know just how good you're making his dick feel. He thrusts in messily, grabbing your thighs as your hot cunt clenches around him.

The smell of you, the taste of you, your touch, the sight of you, and the sound of you is enough to make him want to make every fiber of you scream with pleasure.

"Mmgh, mm-- mmm, mmgh, nngh, mmhhh~ mmh," he mews.

It's so good-- it's addictively good-- it's amazing. Whines spill from his mouth constantly as he chases his orgasm.

Your eyes carefully blink awake, and you're met with the sight of your boyfriend whimpering in desperation, his face in a panicked pleasure.

You're pulled in to his tangent, joining him in a passionate embrace.

You reach for him and kiss him, encouragingly, heatedly. You suck on his lip piercing, running your tongue over it a few times before breaking the kiss.

"Ohh~" he whines, between trembling moans. You're always finding new ways to play with him and it drives him crazy.

You wrap your legs around his thighs and pull him deeper into you so that you can feel his cock in your gut while you're still dazed.

"So fucking tight," he swallows. "Y/N, you're so good, you're so fucking good, I need to cum deep inside of you, please," he stutters. "Please. Please, Y/N,"

You meet his hands on your thighs and bring your hips forward. His eyes widen and lust overcomes him, you watch as it corrupts his every movement.

He kisses you, and kisses you again, and again.

Your eyes soften as you take his dick, only barely awake. His hold on you only strengthens as a result of the rigorous pace he's adopted.

A frustrated sigh leaves him as he bucks into your cunt haphazardly. His doe eyes flood with need. "Ngh~ ngh...ah--"

"Good, Kookie... that's my good boy," you praise, smiling shyly as you card your fingers through his soft, brown hair.

His sounds sharpen, sounding like pleas as he pounds into you absent-mindedly, your head between his hands. He places his forehead against yours, intimately.

His consistency pays off, and your orgasm overcomes you suddenly. You spasm, causing you to cling to him as his hips stutter to fill your cunt with his hot cum.

Jungkook spends a few moments gazing into your eyes and nuzzling you, kissing your neck and biting at your ear. "You looked so pretty~" he hums in your ear in a soft giggle.

You scratch his back with your nails, causing him to shiver.

"Ohhhh~" he groans. "More..." he asks.

"More? Here?" You scratch a little harder, near his shoulders.

"Mmm...mhmmm..." he thrums, kissing your face cutely. "I can't believe you're mine~" he says, his eyes full of stars.

"Oh, trust me, bunny...I can't either,"

Jungkook kisses your nose and lifts himself from you, careful with your sensitive body as he reaches for a hanging towel.

He hangs it over his shoulders and lifts you off the bed. "Bath time," he announces.

a/n: I hope this is long enough but I understand that all of my works are generally shorter 😅

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#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook established relationship #jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook hot #reqs #jungkook x reader fluff #bts fluff #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts au #bts jungkook #bts jungkook smut #jungkook bts fic #bts somnophilia

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reds-writings · 3 months

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snippet of the current fic that is kicking my ass rn pls send help:

Meanwhile, after hanging up on you Rust couldn’t help but bring a heavy hand to his tired eyes as he exhaled through his nose. Marty eyed him warily as he sat across from him in the depressing confines of the Texan's apartment.

“So you lied to her.”

Rust didn’t bother meeting the blonde’s disappointed look.

“You don’t think that might blow up in your face? She’s sharper than you may realize…ain’t some fragile thing who can’t handle her shit-”

“I don’t need her on this, Marty.” Rust tried remaining passive at the mention of you.

Things were becoming too complicated. A harsh consequence of his failure to keep his baneful desires in check. Giving in to such false hopes had him feeling more than weak and cheap the longer he had time to sit and think on it. To entertain such a notion with you was cruel to an extent he found himself severely uncomfortable with. It wouldn’t work. Not in this lifetime or perhaps any other that would exist in the infinite hell that was the universe. That's just how it was. If he backed away now perhaps he could still manage whatever little semblance of control he had left.

“Don’t need her on this or don’t want her on this? There’s a mighty big difference, buddy.” Marty didn’t know about the recent developments between you two but it was clear he was becoming aware that something was afoot. The pair stared at each other long and hard.

“This is a two-man job. No need for added weight.” Rust broke first, taking a long drag at the cigarette pinched between his nimble fingers.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself. This is her case too and I don’t appreciate you havin’ me be part of some lie-”

“I can remind you that you haven’t had much of a problem with lyin’ as of late-”

“Oi, don’t get all judgy with me just cause you’re scared of somethin’ you ain’t got the emotional bandwidth to fuckin’ handle on your own. Y/n’s a smart girl. Strong. It would be unwise of you to underestimate her abilities because of some holdup you’ve maybe got-”

“Marty.” Was Rust’s final warning. The steeliness of it had the blonde’s hands going up in mock surrender. If Rust didn’t want to unpack his growingly obvious partialness towards you then he wouldn’t bother. It’s not like he was much in the mood to help out the pissy curmudgeon he called a partner with his advances towards you. Marty saw you something similar to that of a little sister. He wasn’t sold on the idea of romance, if Rust were even capable of the notion, happening between you both. Your heart was too big for the likes of Rust in his opinion and he didn’t want to see you put in the monumental effort of caring for the hopeless loner only to be sorely disappointed in return.

i hope to have this out by the end of this week or the beginning of next! i've found myself in a bit of a writing rut but we push forward nonetheless. my requests/inbox are open so don't be afraid to message me!

#rust cohle x reader #rust cohle #reds-writings #sneak peek #snippet #rust cohle imagine #true detective imagine #true detective season 1 #true detective #marty hart

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sweets3rial · 3 months

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v <3 - 19 - she/her - sweets3rial on all platforms - my ao3 - my masterlist - taglist

~ hello! my name is v and this is my second acc on tumblr so some fics may look familiar :3!

~ i am a big leon fanatic so most of my fics will be about him but i do write for other fandoms so never be afraid to pop in and request a fic of your fav (check under cut for more of my favs)

~ though if you are to send a request, i do not condone the following :

non-con r@pe, incest, body fluid kinks (iykyk)

~ i do write cnc scenarios (somnophillia, etc.)! pls let me know if you're uncomfortable with that!!

~ if my fics contain any dark content, there will be a warning ahead of time but if any of my fics bother you or make you feel uncomfortable please let me know!

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tlou and twd (the game)

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moondwellerthatdwells · 2 months

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I want to make this actually readable(may have mistakes because i dont have autocorrect on)

Hello tumblers I am Dweller i would like to be called Dweller

But i can also be Blu or Keith actually, Dweller just fits my theme more.

Pronouns: dont care, she her he him they them it micheal jackson batman literally anything, aroace!!! Because its fun!!!

I do Disnep content, though I dont like most Disnep content, i only like their 3-seasons-shows-that-was-cancelled-too-early content(i pirated them on illegal websites)

Oh also I have ONE!!!(1) Oc that im brave enough to show and make screenshot edits out of. If its not obvious already then yes i am very weird person

And caution, I am miner, I play minecraft and afraid of monsters (IM UNDERAGE dirty old men do not go near I will call police!!!!!!1!!!1!1!1)

Favorite tangled character: Varian, obviously, he's the air I breathe and the sunlight for my crops, I'm obsessed, it's getting unhealthy

Favorite ow house character: Hunter, obviously, he's my PATHETIC loser boy, I'd eat him and not spit out the bones, those bones aint his anyway

Favorite svtfoe character: Tom, obviously, have you spot the pattern yet? (Sad emo teen boys)

Disclaimer:

Bad weirdos do not interact, get out of my house and take nothing with you!!

My tumblr glitched and now I can't reply, but I read every single reply and appreciates them and will hang them on my fridge if I can don't worry

I dont like proships, get them out of my house

I dont like Varian×Cassandra/eugene/rapunzel/literally any adults. Because i headcanon them as found siblings teehee(shippers are cool with me unless you ship them while one of them is not adult)

Honestly I don't like any ships with an adult and a minor involved, eh

Vat7k enjoyer, i would beg disnep kissing their feet to greenlit the novel

I may be too weird, please kick my head if i get too scary when talking, i dont like to be scary i really like happy people pls be happy

The way i talk and write is a little strange maybe, im more comfortable talking this way

Not diagnosed of anything, because im pretty sure we dont have that in my country(my parents would send me into a mental hospital)

FAV TANGLED SHIPS:

NEW DREAMS NEW DREAMS NEW DREAMS NEW DREAMS (i love them so much)

Varian × a flask of explosives

Requests are now open again, yay

(Read the disclaimer first i am begging you hugging your knees soaking your jeans with my eye water🙆‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

Asks are open :] yay

(Last update: april 16th)

#mom the dweller is howling again #rapunzels tangled adventure #tts #introduction #uhhhhhh #intro post

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unforgettwble-sumii · 1 year

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• Masterlist — ₊‧.°.⋆🫧

🔴 A little reminder that I mostly write for fem and gn readers. 🫰🏻

⚪ Current master list, I will be adding more oneshots/fanfics once I'm finished with the others ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

⚪ Fluff - ☁️

Angst - ⚡

Smut - 🍷(pls be mindful when requesting smut)

Personal favs - 🪷

⚪ Characters I write for:

• Wednesday [ Wednesday 2022 ]

> SOFT SPOT ⚡☁️

⭐ You are tired and want cuddles.

> BLUFF ଓ ˖˚⊹ ☁️

⭐ The reader trying to hide her feelings from Wednesday, in fear of rejection. However, little does she know that her one and only true love reciprocates her feelings.

> GO TO SLEEP, AMOR ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅☆ ☁️

⭐ It's 11 p.m and you're still on your phone reading a fanfic about your favorite fictional character.

> SICK ｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ˎˊ˗ ☁️🪷

⭐ After running out in the rain like a crazy maniac without a raincoat or at least something to cover you, you got sick. As expected. Wednesday volunteered to nurse/aid you back to normal. Thing being with you to keep you company and help you as well.

> YOU'RE MINE, CARA MIA 🕸️📌 ⚡☁️

⭐ It seems like Xavier has been flirting with you, And you were maybe a little to oblivious to see it since Xavier has always been this nice to everyone, or at least that's what you think.

> BLACK DAHLIA'S ️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ☁️

⭐ You and Wednesday have been dating for a month, she knows everything about you. At least that's what she thinks. There's one thing about you that even Wednesday doesn't know.

> SWEET SWEET JEALOUSY 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ⚡☁️

⭐ Jealous Wednesday scenarios.

> SICKNESS CALLED LOVE ✧ ☁️

⭐ To her dismay, Wednesday had fallen into a loop hole of 'unwanted' feelings.

> SHINING FROM AFAR ੈ✩‧˚ ☁️

⭐ You wished she would just look at you, give you all her attention, her affection. You sought for her warmth even if she barely gave you any.

> MY HAVEN ☆ ☁️

⭐ When Wednesday becomes unsure with her feelings, you come at the right time to comfort her.

> DATE NIGHT ☁️🪷

⭐ A lovely date night with Wednesday.

• Amber Freeman [ Scream ]

> KISS ME ☁️

⭐ Amber gives you an accidental kiss infront of your friends.

• Leviathan [ Obey me shall we date! ]

⚪ Celebrities I write for:

• Jenna Ortega

a/n:

Oof, Ik that I don't have that much works but I promise that I'll post even more content. Just give me some time /ᐠ > ˕ <マ

Oh! And don't be afraid to send me prompts or requests! ﾐ・◦・🎀 ﾐ

That's all, thankyouu luv u all xoxo!!! ♡ - unforgettwble-sumii

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#wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader #wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday x female reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday imagines #obey me one shot #leviathan smut #obey me shall we date #send requests #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader

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frootietoots · 4 months

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PLUMMIE INTRO TIME !!! 🌈✨️

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hi there !! i'm Plum, and this is my NONSEXUAL, SFW, PRIVATE vore blog !!! i mainly use this acct to share my voreesque interests and art, but i also might tend to go off topic from time to time simply bc i wld like for folks to know the lore behind the characters i post here :-]

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goodnitedrdead · 1 year

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winter falls

Colonel Carrillo x Reader

Summary: winter blows again, and time has flown by. Colonel Carrillo never thought he'd be fearing the solitude that came with the season. Just as he thought he was about to fall apart, you rush in to keep him together. To help scare away the tormenting thoughts that were haunting him, you decided to take him out for a walk surrounded by the bright Christmas lights that adorned the local plaza.

Word Count: 5.8k (not bad for a girl with no talent)

Warnings: Carrillo lives. Slight/mild PTSD from the night Escobar shot him. Talks about divorce. Intrusive thoughts. Lonely holiday time. Talks about religion. Emotional infidelity, I guess? Lots of feelings. Fluff. Angst with an... okay ending?

Author's Note: don't let the kpop icon scare you, ok? pls be kind to me this is the second fic I've ever written, I'd really appreciate the feedback. ALSO, I am absolutely in love with the colonel. Inspiration for this came from the song Winter Falls by Stray Kids. I recommend looking up the lyric translation because I tried to include them through the fic, but it's not required. THANK YOU FOR READING!!! IT MEANS A LOT TO ME. MWAH TO ALL THOSE WHO WILL READ THIS <3 also, i cross posted this on ao3 in case y'all would like to follow me there, I know sometimes Tumblr tends to be... mean.

IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS FOR THE COLONEL PLS SEND THEM MY WAY.

Colonel Carrillo didn’t fear many things. Hell, he didn’t even fear death itself. But recently, as the nights got longer and the temperatures started to drop, he started to know fear. The thing that embarrassed him the most was that it was an intangible fear. It wasn’t the bullets that flew left and right past him as he was in the streets of Colombia. It wasn’t the sicarios that etched the notorious Colonel’s name in their minds, hiding in the shadows waiting to pounce and take his life. It wasn’t the blood, nor the warzone he lived in day in and day out. No, it wasn’t any of that. Horacio Carrillo was afraid of desolation.

He thought he’d have more time to get used to it. As he awoke one day from being in a coma for who knows how long, he found his wife by his side. He felt a sense of relief, there was somebody there to greet him back to the realm of the living. There was someone who yearned for his existence. Someone that prayed for his return. Someone that needed him.

That feeling was short-lived as he woke one day and noticed she was gone. Divorce papers waiting on the table by his side, along with a long letter explaining her decision.

Days, weeks, months passed as he went through numerous sessions of physical therapy. He felt a broken man. A once fearsome and lethal man… and now just a man trying to learn simple tasks like if he were a child.

When Escobar shot him, the news of Colonel Horacio Carrillo’s death spread like wildfire. However, thanks to Trujillo, one of the few survivors of the ambush that day, he was rushed to the hospital. Fortunately, the bullets had missed all the important parts of him. Of course there was damage, but little by little, thanks to the help of the doctors, nurses, therapists and everyone in between, the Colonel was able to make it.

Oh how he wished he would’ve been left to die.

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He was raised a catholic man. His family never missed mass on Sundays, no matter how much anyone protested. He’ll admit, there were times when he hated it. He doubted the existence of God. He doubted the existence of la Virgen. He doubted the existence of any omnipotent presence because if anyone in this universe existed, men like Escobar would be brought to justice.

As he laid on the cold concrete that day, he recited a prayer. A simple prayer, asking for forgiveness for his sins and whatnot. To be completely honest he didn’t even believe the words that he was saying. The overwhelming taste of blood in his mouth bothered him, and kept interrupting his prayer. Now, as the devil himself stood above him, he started to see his life flash before him. Once again, death itself didn’t scare him. He was ready to welcome it, in fact. Unfortunately he couldn’t even focus on that when someone else was occupying his mind. He felt a bit guilty, to be honest. He thought of his wife, Juliana. He thought of his children. He thought of the pain they’d have to endure because of his death. He thought of his mother. How his dear mother would grieve the death of his son. She would always voice her worries to him, but he always reassured her that nothing would ever happen to him. Until Escobar happened, then Horacio started to keep quiet. His reassurances to his whole family turned into nothing but silence. He kept thinking of his family, and he wished that was the extent of who he kept thinking.

That wasn’t the case.

You kept invading his mind like poison. In fact, that’s exactly how you slowly started to infiltrate his every thought. It was one of the biggest mistakes of his life, accepting you into the Search Bloc team. From the very first moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he had broken his sacred vows. He never did anything to you, he kept the relationship professional. Actually, he tried his best to avoid having any ties to you, but due to the nature of your job, it was almost impossible. No matter what he did, no matter where he turned, no matter where he went you always followed. It was as if a snake bit him, and little by little you started to take over every part of him. The poison coursed through his bloodstream, intoxicating him as it spread to every inch of his very being .

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The last few months leading up to his ‘death,’ he spent it at the office. It was during those months where Juliana started to doubt their marriage. Long hours away from home, the pressure and torment that rested upon Horacio’s shoulders, the way Escobar was draining him little by little started to affect Juliana. She didn’t know when this was going to come to an end. If there was even an end. What about when Escobar was caught? Who will follow? She will know no peace next to Horacio. Their children will know no peace next to their father. Not anymore.

He’d once promised her it wouldn’t always be like this. But unfortunately, she knew that promise would not be fulfilled.

So when she received news that he was caught up in an ambush, she felt life escape her. She regretted ever thinking that. But, as the months passed and she was informed that her husband had made it after all, she felt a tightness in her chest.

When she saw him there, almost lifeless, she begged God for forgiveness. She begged God for forgiveness for what she had in mind. It’s not that she didn’t love him, no that wasn’t the case at all. But she did not want to live in a constant state of fear. She did not want to get caught up in the war that followed him. So when he woke one day, she allowed herself a few days to feel out her emotions. But, seeing as how close he had come to dying, she came to a conclusion. She had to put herself first. She had to put her children first… and that’s what she did. She had no time to think as she placed the divorce papers on the table next to his bed. She reached into her purse, pulled out the letter that she hoped he’d read, and rested it on top of the papers that were about to end it all. Slowly, she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Disculpame, cariño.

Now, as the nights got longer and the winds grew colder, he found himself in the position he feared the most. Horacio Carrillo was alone.

The fact that it was nearing Christmas was worse. He always thought he’d have more time to get used to it. But it was one of those things that he shoved to the back of his mind as he tried to get himself back together. It caught up to him though, and now there was nothing he could do to make peace with solitude.

The war had been won, to an extent. Escobar was dead. The Cali godfathers were a distant threat. Colombia was starting to get well acquainted with peace. The Americans were still infiltrating his life. That was starting to become the norm for him.

He was definitely not sure why they had wanted him back. After he was discharged from the hospital and he was able to walk again and become a fraction of what he used to be, he was offered the same position. The same position, minus the physical aspect. Now, he had to hide behind his office and bark orders at men and wait for reports of how stakeouts and raids went. This isn’t how he wanted to live.

It was starting to get late. The building was starting to empty out quickly as the weekend before Christmas arrived. Carrillo looked out his office to find you on your desk. Murphy sat atop the files you had laid out on the table, throwing a ball of paper into the air before catching it and repeating the same motions. You sat on your chair, a smile adorning your face as you talked about nonsense with Murphy, Peña, and Trujillo. Carrillo felt a ping of jealousy sting him. He wished he would have that same smile directed towards him. He wished that smile was reserved for him and him only.

See, from the moment you joined the team you became a huge distraction for the Colonel. Your bright eyes, full of wonder and curiosity. Your smile, radiant as the sun and contagious to everyone around you. Your laugh, oh how your laugh was music to his ears. Your hair, the way it framed your beautiful face and left a haunting yet comforting trail of your scent as you walked past him. The way you were friendly with everyone around you and provided everyone that crossed your path with a sense of comfort. The unforgiving way you lit up any room you walked in to.

You were transferred to Colombia from Juarez. You had arrived at the same time, if not a bit after Agent Murphy. Unlike Steve and Javier, you were not a pain in his ass. Carrillo felt a tad bit of hostility towards the gringos, but never to you. Well, you weren’t really considered one to him. He’d come to learn that you were born and partly raised in Mexico, you became an American citizen when you were a teenager. He thought that must’ve been hard for you, leaving your home country and trading it for one that was so… hostile. Carrillo always thought America was like a wild bull, untamable and stubborn. That was one of the many things he’d come to admire about you: the way you’d easily adjust to the situation around you, no matter what it was.

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Outside the church, you leaned on your forearms against the side of the car, aimlessly tracing the letters on the hood of the beat up police car. Steve leaned with his back against the bumper of the car while Peña and Carrillo questioned where Javier’s informant was. Helena, you recalled Javier sharing her name with the Colonel. You listened to their conversation in Spanish, and you assumed it was because they were trying to hide something from Steve and yourself.

You didn’t really care if they were trying to hide something. You understood every word they were saying, though they did not have a clue you were fluent in the language. Steve, however…

You felt so bad for the poor man. A white man in a foreign country, with no concept or knowledge of the language, much less the culture. You felt the need to approach him and inform him of the conversation he was excluded from, but you stopped yourself when you heard the men start to question your presence.

“¿y la chica?”

“No, ella se queda con Murphy. Será mucho para ella,” you heard Javier say. Carrillo asked Javier about you, and Peña, most likely thinking you were some sort of fragile porcelain doll, told him you were to stay with Steve. Asshole, you thought to yourself. You looked at both of the men, and heard Javier say, “you two stay here and see if she comes back, okay?”

With that you saw as they both got onto a truck and left, leaving you and Murphy to stare at each other in confusion.

Time passed and you two decided to get acquainted with one another. You learned Steve was born in Tennessee but grew up in West Virginia. He told you all about his career, how he ended up in Colombia, and the love of his life who waited for him back at the house. You smiled at the way he talked about her. You didn’t really believe in true love, but the way Steve was expressing himself about Connie? You might start to actually believe it.

The church bells started to toll, and Steve let out a yawn. He excused himself for a moment before he walked to the driver’s side of the car. With a soft knock on the windshield, he approached the officer that sat at the wheel.

“Any news on the radio?” Steve asked.

“¿Le digo?” The soldier asked his partner.

“No. Acuérdese lo que dijo Carrillo,” The soldier replied to his partner, eyeing Steve cautiously.

“Perdón, pero yo no hablo inglés,” The soldier on the driver seat told Steve. An apologetic smile on his face.

Steve sighed. With a frustrated huff he walked back next to you and leaned against the car.

“Nothing yet. Can’t believe they left us behind just like that,” Steve told you while he pulled a cigarette out of the pocket of his jacket.

“There’s something they don't want us to know. Carrillo’s men clearly have instructions to not share any information with either of us. Might want to start questioning who we got as partners,” you told him.

As you lit the cigarette Steve offered you, you noticed how he looked at you confused.

“What makes you say that?” He asked you.

You shrugged and exhaled the smoke from your cigarette slowly, “I understood what they were saying. One of Carrillo’s men said to remember what he’d told them. That sounds like they’re withholding their whereabouts.”

Steve let out a chuckle. “You know Spanish? How come you never said anything?”

You smirked and shrugged again, “Nobody ever asked. My superiors know, that’s what matters.”

“Remind me to keep you around me as a translator then,” Steve smiled at you.

“Oh honey, I am more than just a translator.”

And that’s how Steve learned about your past. Where you were born, where you came from, what got you to this place. From that moment on, you made an agreement with Murphy that you’d help him with the language. Maybe not with the teaching, but letting him know what those around him would say.

So long as he didn’t tell Peña or Carrillo that you knew Spanish. You wanted to see how far this little game could go.

Carrillo’s men eventually called the both of you and took you to where Peña and the Colonel were. Steve got out of the car frustrated, immediately asking where Peña was. When you saw he stormed towards both men, you got out of the car. You gave a brief ‘thank you’ to the men that drove you there and tried to catch up with Steve.

When you got there you heard Steve and Javier speaking about Helena. How she was and if she was gonna be okay. As you listened and looked between the both of them, you felt a strong pair of eyes on you. You shifted your gaze and found the Colonel looking at you. You weren’t gonna deny it, his stare was overwhelming. If he would’ve been any other man, or any other person you worked with, you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. However, the fact that they both left you behind on purpose stirred frustration within you.

You stared back at him, no intention of backing down from this silent challenge. You thought it might’ve been a meaningless action, but you hoped it got the message across. You weren’t going to give in. Not to him. Not to anybody. There was a reason you were sent down here, and you were here to stay as long as they needed you.

Eventually Carrillo lowered his gaze. He’d never admit it but he felt small in your presence. Your gaze was soft. Stern, but somehow tender. And that’s what made him uncomfortable. You weren’t just looking at him. You were looking at him. Through him. That made him uncomfortable. That was the moment when he knew you weren’t just going to be another member of the team. And he’d start to regret laying his eyes on you, for it was going to be impossible to get you out of his mind.

“You left me behind on purpose,” Murphy exclaimed to Javier.

“Look, man–” Javier started to explain. More than likely it was gonna be some bullshit excuse as to why he abandoned you both.

“If we’re gonna be partners, I don’t get left behind. We don’t get left behind. We didn’t come all the way down here, Peña, to sit on the fucking sidelines.”

Javier looked at Steve and then to you. You gave him a simple nod, signifying that you completely agreed with your companion. You didn’t come here to waste your time.

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It was late. Nearing midnight. Yet, Colonel Carrillo sat still in his office. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall became louder each time. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to go home. He couldn’t even call it home anymore. The empty structure that held so many memories, so much warmth and love now turned into an unwelcoming and haunted place. The ghost of the memories he shared with his family.

His mind started to betray him. He thought of the man he used to be. The collected, composed, and stoic Colonel Horacio Carrillo. Leader of the Search Bloc. Escobar’s nightmare.

Now? A broken man with broken dreams.

He felt the walls he built around himself start to crack.

It’s not like he did it on purpose, as a military man it was more of a requirement. And he wasn’t always like this.

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. Keep it together, Horacio. He thought to himself. The rampage of his ongoing self-sabotaging thoughts were interrupted by a series of laughs that came from outside his office. He stood up and walked towards the door, he stopped in his tracks when he found you shoving Agent Peña away from you. The laughter that came out of you was angelical to him.

Peña, Murphy, and Trujillo looked up at the Colonel, and immediately quieted down. At the sudden change in atmosphere, you turned and followed their gaze and found none other than the Colonel looking at all of you.

“Carrillo, we were just going to go out for some drinks. Care to join us?” Asked Murphy.

The Colonel politely declined the offer but wished them a good time. He saw as all three men walked away, waving their goodbyes to you. You turned to settle back into your chair and looked up at the Colonel.

“You’re not going to join them?” He asked you curiously.

“No, I’m okay. Not really in the mood to join them. I spend enough time with them as it is,” you smiled at him.

He couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that engulfed him at seeing you smile directly at him.

He nodded.

“Shouldn’t you be going home, then?” He asked you once again.

You shook your head. Sure, it could be the weekend and all but you knew if you went home it’d just be a long episode of absolute boredom. Maybe you’d consider joining your friends for a drink.

“Very well then,” he said to you. With a small turn he went back into his office and sat on his chair.

Fuck. He thought. Had you really just smiled at him? He felt like an idiot. He felt like a teenage boy all over again when their crush would spare a glance at their direction. Keep it together, Horacio. For fuck’s sake.

He didn’t know long he stayed that way. His face burrowed in his hands. His elbows deeply planted on the surface of his desk. His tormenting thoughts were back.

Good for nothing. You couldn't even take down Escobar, yourself. The whole nation calls you a hero but that’s not who you actually are. Murderer. Colonel Martinez is ten times better a man than you are, pendejo. You should've died that day. Trujillo should've left you to die--

His body gently started to shake as he remembered Pablo looming above his body. Darkness started to surround him. The agonizing piercing pain of the first bullet Pablo shot at his body. He remembers he didn’t even make a sound when the bullet entered him. He couldn’t give Escobar the satisfaction.

A knock at his door snapped him out of it.

He looked up to find you, eyes full of concern for him.

“Everything okay, Colonel?” you asked him. Your tone barely above a whisper.

He stayed silent as he averted his eyes to his lap. He tried to breathe, but he felt as if he were frozen, under the ice. No matter how hard he hit the layer of ice he was trapped under, it wouldn’t break and he was about to drown. He tried taking another breath, but the oxygen wouldn’t reach his lungs. He slowly started to get pulled deeper and deeper into the depths of the unforgiving arctic, not knowing if he’d ever make it back.

He suddenly felt tears stain his cheeks. The cracks of the walls started to get bigger and bigger, and he knew he was at his breaking point.

At the sight of the poor man before you, you rushed to his side. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what was acceptable to do. Surely your eyes were playing tricks with you. The rigid man you always knew was shattering before you. So you did what you’d never thought you’d ever do.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him.

Every single moment after that kept coming as a surprise for you.

You held him tightly as he sobbed in your arms. His body shook with every gasp he took. You’re not sure how you both ended up on the floor, but the fact of the matter was that he was still in your arms. You were awkwardly sitting with one leg tucked underneath you and the other extended to the side to accommodate the Colonel’s body into yours. You started to stroke his hair and run your fingers through it absentmindedly. Wondering what had brought him to this point.

Whatever it was you wished you could take it all away. Truth be told you had developed feelings for the man that seemed to not have any. You loved the way he carried himself. Always so full of confidence. You particularly loved that he was such an ass. All because you knew he wasn’t really like that. It was all a show. You just knew there was a playful and gentle man behind the mask of what was Colonel Horacio Carrillo. You knew there was a man worth loving.

You also knew he was married before, so you kept your distance. Always tried keeping it professional. But you’d be a damn liar if you said you wouldn’t go out of your way to make sure the Colonel noticed you. Not in a cringe way, you were slightly younger than him, so you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. Plus, he was married. You weren’t about to become a home wrecker, but the feelings you developed for him weren’t harming anyone but yourself. You could live with that.

You weren’t an idiot either. You’d sometimes notice the way his gaze would linger on you a little bit longer than other people. The way sometimes he’d use a softer tone with you. The way he’d, although very rarely, would give you the smallest of smiles. This would cause you to go home at the end of the night and smile to yourself like a teenage girl while you attempted to sleep. Maybe it was all in your head, but it made going to work worthwhile.

As the Colonel slowly came back to his senses, he started to pull himself away from you. He gave you an apologetic look that shattered your heart. It’s okay, you wanted to tell him, I got you.

“I am sorry, agent. I do not know what came over me,” he said as he wiped his nose. Gosh, he felt so stupid. A broken man that was falling apart in the arms of the person who was not supposed to see this side of him.

“No se disculpe, coronel. No hay por qué pedir perdón,” you told him with the softest tone you could muster. You were saying the truth though, there was absolutely no reason for him to apologize. He had done nothing wrong.

Carrillo had once heard that people expressed their feelings better in a different language than their mother tongue. This was due to the fact another language served as a distraction from their actual feelings. So although you were both fluent in Spanish, he felt safer communicating with you in english. If he would’ve been within his five senses, he would’ve started questioning you about the language you replied to him in.

Horacio took a deep breath and felt the oxygen reach his lungs this time. Your scent filled his system and he felt like he had broken through the ice that trapped him. His head was above the water now.

You both stayed sitting on the floor, at this point you decided to cross your legs and get into a more comfortable position across from him. He sat with his back against the drawers of his desk, his feet planted on the floor and his knees bent. He ran his hands up and down the expanse of his legs slowly, as if he were trying to comfort himself.

“I am going to be honest with you, agent. I have not been well. I know there’s been… talk. About me, about what happened to me after Escobar, about my life,” he sighed and tried to think of the point he wanted to make, if there was even one. Truth be told, if you had already seen him cry, hell, what else could he lose by sharing a bit of what was on his mind. “My wife left me after I woke up from… the aftermath. I do not blame her, I hold no negative feelings towards her. But I have found myself in a position that I did not prepare for. The days get shorter and the nights get longer..”

You gave him a small nod to indicate that you were listening to him. Gosh, you could listen to him even if there were a million people around you talking all at once. Only him.

“... Time has passed and everyone except me has changed. I–I am lonely to the point of pain,” he continued. His voice is slow and soft, but the unsteadiness in it was hard to miss.

You took in a deep breath and looked around you, trying to find the right words to say. Trying to find the perfect words for him, because you truly believed if this man asked you for the world right now, you’d find a way to get him the damn universe.

“I can’t say I understand what you’re going through, Colonel–”

“Horacio,” he interrupted you, “please call me Horacio.”

You gave him a gentle smile before continuing, “Horacio. I can’t say I understand what you’re going through because I have never gone through that myself. However, I can understand your loneliness. But the thing is,” you threaded lightly, because you still didn’t know what was acceptable in this situation, “you don’t have to be. Look, I know it’s hard and all but you somewhat have a second family here. Agent Peña, Agent Murphy, your soldiers… me.”

Horacio Carrillo felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as you looked at him. Truly looked at him. Your own intense eyes focusing on his own. He felt you were a storm. A storm with the darkest of skies and the heaviest of rains that could somehow lullaby him into the most relaxing sleep of his life.

“Did Martinez… was he a good leader?” he asked, tears once again threatening to fill his eyes.

You let out a soft laugh and looked at your legs. Was he questioning the leadership style of Colonel Martinez because he was… insecure? Was Colonel Horacio Carrillo, the daring leader everyone came to know, insecure? Was he really comparing himself to Martinez?

“Colonel Martinez was good. A very respectable man. But,” you looked back up to him and scooted a bit closer to him, “he wasn’t you. I don’t think there’s any man in the world that would be able to fill your shoes.” You weren’t referring to the previous Colonel’s leadership style. No, this was personal.

He scoffed softly and rolled his eyes. He didn’t mean to do this in a rude way, but he felt you were just saying this out of pity.

“I am just a fraction of the man Hugo Martinez is,” he said coldly.

“This isn’t about who’s a bigger or better man, Horacio. Sure, under Martinez’s leadership we were able to bring down Pablo. But at the end of the day, you were the one that haunted Escobar’s dreams. You led one of Colombia’s most important unit. Colonel Martinez continued what you started,” you grabbed his face in your hands and let your thumbs stroke his cheeks. The rough feeling of the stubble that was beginning to grow under your fingers. “Did you hear that? What you, Horacio Carrillo, started.”

“I did terrible things that he never even had to do,” he protested.

“We all did, my dear. But we all did what we had to do in order to survive.”

My dear. That alone blew away the brewing tempest that was forming his mind. He nodded in your hands and swallowed the tightness he felt in his throat.

You pulled your hands away from his face and stood up, extending one of your hands to him to pull him back to his feet. He wanted to chuckle at that. You, smaller than him in size, wanted to bring him back to his feet. He ended up taking your hand but didn’t put any of his weight on you as he rose to stand.

“Come with me. Let’s go think of something else,” you smiled brightly up at him. A full smile that reached your eyes and hinted at a bit of mischief that somehow put him at ease.

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You had convinced him to climb in your car without saying where you were taking him. He didn’t mind though, he trusted you with his life. You’d been by his side during some of the most dangerous moments of his life, what would make him think you’d want to hurt him.

Nearing your destination, you instructed him to close his eyes. He obeyed without having to ask him twice. He was starting to come to the realization that he quite enjoyed following your commands. His mind started to wonder to more pleasant situations as you drove. How would it feel for you to give him simple domestic commands? For you to tell him to do the dishes… to let you cook in peace… to give you one more kiss before he left for work. He snapped out of it before his mind decided to wander off too far. He felt the car come to a complete stop and heard you change gears to park.

“Keep them closed, okay?” you instructed him once again and he gave you a nod, the smallest hint of a smile starting to form on his face.

You got out of the driver’s seat and rushed to his side to open the door. You told him he could come out and held the door open for him as he undid his seatbelt and got out slowly. Once he was completely out of the car, you closed the door and took a deep breath.

“Alright, should I cover your eyes or guide you with my hands?”

He raised an eyebrow and started to grow suspicious. What could you possibly be hiding from him? He wasn’t going to give up the chance to have close contact with you though, even if it was just the feeling of his hand in yours.

He didn’t reply, instead he just extended his hand out to you. You smiled to yourself at the motion, immediately reaching out to hold his hand before you started to walk forward at a careful pace so he wouldn’t trip.

Horacio had lived most, if not all, of his life in Colombia. The cold weather didn’t faze him, hell, he was in the military and they had to endure rigid temperatures as part of their training. However, today in particular was cold. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had unconsciously lowered his defenses while he was with you, but the cold was starting to get to him. Even with his jacket on, he still felt the chill in the air as you guided him through wherever it was you took him to. His mind going haywire between the stark difference of the crisp weather and your warm hand holding his.

He heard the distant sound of children laughing, families calling out for their kids, conversations here and there, cars passing by. His suspicion grew by the second as he followed you, his eyes still closed when you came to a stop.

“Okay Horacio, you can open your eyes now.”

At your command, he opened his eyes and looked around, his sight trying to adjust to the environment around him. You’d taken him to a local plaza, a tourist-y area adorned and decorated with Christmas lights on every surface. There were lights wrapped around the trunks of the trees, lights hanging from the branches that swayed with the wind, lights resting on top of some small and well-kept bushes, lights that paved the way to the different directions of the plaza. Colorful lights everywhere.

“Ta-da!” you exclaimed, a bright smile on your face as you looked at him, waiting for a reaction.

He tried to take it all in, kept looking around before focusing on you. He saw the way you smiled at him, a hopeful expression in your eyes almost as if asking, do you like it?

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before taking a deep breath. He didn’t have time to think before he wrapped his arms around you this time, his lips resting against the soft skin of your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your skin. A million words he wanted to say but couldn’t. Thank you for not letting me fall apart. Thank you for not letting me drown.

You closed your eyes as you returned the embrace. Wishing that, somehow, you could make him feel the love (that you’d been trying to bury deep down) through this simple act. Wishing that, maybe one day, you’d be able to tell him that if he were drowning you’d drain the whole ocean for him. Only for him.

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Jang Hanseo (Vincenzo) A-Z | SFW

Pairing: Jang Hanseo x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Hello 👋👋 If it's not a bother for you can I pls request a-z alphabet for Jang Han Seo and Jang Han Seok from Vincenzo with female reader? You don't have to if you can't. Thank you anyways ❤️❤️

A/n: i will always write and create content when ever i have the time. please look forward to the second part of your request next week!

A - Attractive: What do they find attractive about each other?

Physically you are just a goddess in Hanseo’s eyes. I think he finds the most comfort and attraction in your hands though. They way they fit perfectly in his and hold his face while you look into his eyes. Godsend. Your kindness and empathic nature is also a huge attraction, especially when his brother is, well, who he is. For you, similarly, man is gorgeous, but it’s his smile, you’d kill for that smile. And his ability to be effortlessly funny. You can’t tell me this man’s himboness isn’t attractive, even if it worries you to no end.

B - Baby: Do they want a family?

Yes, but not under the circumstance he is currently in. In a world where his brother isn’t a threat to your wellbeing and safety, or your children, absolutely yes. But he’s afraid that the second it becomes clear how much you mean to him, that he wants a family with you, his brother will forcefully remove you from the picture, because you will only make things messy. That or he’ll use you and your kids as leverage to get him to the dirty work. While Hanseok is alive, the answer is no.

C - Comfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

In all honesty, he’s crying with you. If you are down or having a panic attack, he’s down and having a panic attack. When I say you’re the adult in this relationship I mean it. But he does try. He’s very clueless about what to do, but he tries. And he gets the hang of it, eventually, wordlessly holding you, rubbing your back and whispering how much he loves you.

D - Dates: What are dates with him like?

Dates are rare. Again, he doesn’t want you on his brother’s radar. But when you go out, they’re very homey and calm. More often than not, they happen at his home. Typically the two of you try and cook together (more like you cook and he is banned from touching anything lest he gets hurt or blows up the kitchen) and end up watching some movie or a tv show. But regardless, you never leave feeling anything less than loved.

E - Equal: Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Sub. You are the adult. You wear the pants. Outside the bedroom. Inside is a different story. Don’t get me wrong though. As meek as he may seem, he has his moments where he does woo you by being much more dominant than usual. That one time he did the doorway lean. He may have ended up falling and splitting his eyebrow open, but he looked hot.

F - Feelings: When did they know they were in love?

The minute he knew was when he realized he wanted to be a better person for you. He wanted to be a good man. Live for you. He wanted to somehow start a completely different life where you would be safe and not out of harm's way by his side. This realization makes it apparent that he is in love with you. You realized you were in love with him when you found yourself worrying about his well-being when you hadn’t heard from him in a long period of time. The thought of his brother taking something out on him, scared you to death and you found yourself willing to take his place instead.

G - Gratitude: How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

As grateful as he can be. He grew up in a rather wealthy family so his gratitude comes mainly from the little things you do that he didn’t grow accustomed to having. The way you’ll send him a quick text just saying the most mundane thing that happens to be delivered when he really needs it the most. Or how you’ll take over doing something when he has too much on his plate without asking or saying a word. You do your best to take care of him in ways that he would never expect from anyone.

H - Honesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has a lot of secrets. A lot. And he keeps them from you for the sake of your safety. He doesn’t want you involved in anything that poses a threat to your life. He does try to share the things that don’t fall into that category with you as often as he can, but sometimes even those are too dangerous to tell you. And it pains him to keep them from you, but he finds comfort in knowing that to some extent, if anything happens, you will at least be safe.

I - Inspiration: Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He does try to be a better person because of you. He doesn’t want anything that he’s done to follow him for much longer. He wants to be an upstanding citizen. To have a chance to leave all of this behind and have a normal life.

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yes. He most certainly does get jealous very easily. He loves having all of your attention on him, and when it’s not he gets incredibly pouty. He withdraws a bit when jealous but in doing so he draws your attention to him because he’s almost never silent. And there he is looking like a sad puppy who’s been rejected by his owner.

K - Kiss: Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Kisses are surprisingly deep and intimate. He is always kissing you like it could be the last time he’ll get a chance to do it, because in his mind, it could very well be the last time. I do think he’d had a number of ladies by his side so he certainly knows what he’s doing when kissing you but he’s scared because it’s you. In his eyes you’re so strong, yet delicate that he doesn’t exactly know what to do. His mind is blank the first few times.

L - Love Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

He confesses to you indirectly. Hanseok unfortunately finds out about your existence and true to Hanseo’s fear uses you as leverage. No one, and I mean no one, has ever seen Hanseo on his knees begging as much as he is to leave you out of it. To let you go and not hurt you. Because…“I love her!”

M - Marriage: Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Again, similar to the baby entry, yes but not under these circumstances. He can’t let you get hurt or caught up in this mess. Even if you are found out, he still fears that it will only get worse the more you get involved with him. If he does work up the courage, which at some point he does, he proposes to you completely out of the blue. As for marriage life, he does his best to keep you out of everything, again. He wants to be a protector and provider. And will do his best to live up to that.

N - Nicknames: What do they call their s/o?

Him: Baby, Sweetheart, I feel like he would use some cringy nickname just because too

You: Himbo, Hanny, Dummy, also probably something cringier

O - On Cloud Nine: What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s pretty obvious because he tries so hard to make it not obvious. He’s jittery and there’s not hiding the smile on his face when you text him, or how his voice changes when he’s on the phone with you. Hanseo strikes me as the type of guy who would be very physically affectionate with you. He’s like a puppy who wants to be be in direct contact with his owner all the time.

P - PDA: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Def not upfront (need I say why?). He doesn’t brag or even bring you up at all. He wants you to be a secret (we all know why at this point). Behind closed doors when it’s just you two though, man praises you beyond belief (I can only think of the scene from Queen Charlotte, “Oh you are beautiful. My wife is beautiful.”). Kisses you like there’s no tomorrow behind closed doors too.

Q - Quirks: Something you do that he loves

You hum when you get carried away doing something. He loves that.

R - Romance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I would say pretty romantic on more special occasions, but very cliche. If something would make you happy, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

S - Support: Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in so much (as do you), and he will help you get to where you want to be as best as he can. From the sidelines or directly, depending on your own wishes.

T - Thrill: Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He’s not afraid to spice things up, but he does like a good routine…but if it makes things spicy…😏

U - Understanding: How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

As understanding as you can expect someone to be. He can’t always empathize because he genuinely sometimes just can’t relate because you both grew up in completely different circumstances, but when he can, trust that he is there for you.

V - Value: How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Considering how much I have talked about him wanting to keep you out of harm's way and off his brother’s radar, I think it’s pretty clear just how much he values you.

W - Whole: How do they feel about you being in their life?

Man is worried to death about you being in it, but he can’t see his life without you in it. He wants you there, but he feels selfish for doing so.

X - Xylophone: What is your song?

Maybe it’s because this song is currently stuck in my head, but Work Song by Hozier

Y - Yearning: How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Not very well. Separation anxiety because he could easily think something happened to you because of him. He’s constantly trying to get in contact with you just to be sure that you’re safe (until you aren’t).

Z - Zeal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

If it means keeping you safe and by his side, regardless of what may become of him, yes.

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