#this is sloppy because i'm sick LOL

[toastyydoodles]

missing gendrya hours

commissions info

#gendry #gendry waters #arya stark #gendrya #gendry x arya #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf fanart #my art #i live but barely #this is sloppy because i'm sick LOL

[bellgraves]

This is part 3 of my fic that came out of nowhere lol! And finally I gave it a title 🥰

Protecting you

Phillip Graves/ Reader Soap/Reader

Warning! It's a smut with a plot! It has erotic scenes.

I apologize for any grammar mistakes, this is my first smut ever and I feel so shy to post it. Please don't judge me too much 🥺 I hope you will like it, even a little because I really put my heart into it 🥰

You're a Shadow and Graves wife. You have affair with Soap.

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You were spreaded beautifully on the bed, with your ass up, with Graves thrusting his cock into your dripping wet pussy. He was squeezing your arse with his hands also spanking you from time to time.

'That's my girl... that's my obiedient girl... Come on baby give it to me.' Graves was rubbing your clit with his finger, making a circles. His touch sent electricity through your body,making you arch your back. He used the moment and grabbed your tits with one hand and squeezed them. He stooped rubbing your clit with other hand and grabbed you by your throat, pulling you closer to him so your back touched his chest, and he gave you sloppy kiss. After a minute you get back to your position. Legs spread open and him continuing to pound into you.

Suddenly he pulled out his cock, making you moan in dissatisfaction. He lowered himself and parted your folds, licking your pussy.

'You're so sweet, I needed you in my mouth.' He said between sucking and licking. Graves began to stick his tongue in and out of your hole, imitating the movements of his cock.

'Damn, you're so wet...Fuck.. I can't have enough of you.' Graves groaned.

' I...I love it... it's so.. good..' You whined.

Then be a good girl now, and come for me. Make me happy. Graves put his cock with one strong thrust back into your cunny. Your face fell into the pillow while Graves continued to press himself into you. His movements were strong and fast. Just a second before you got your orgasm and pleasure took over, a word fell from your lips.

'John..ny..' Your moan was muffled by the pillow. You spasmed from intense feeling.

Graves pulled out his cock from you. Without finishing himself, he turned you around to look at him. Both of you were breathing hard.

'What did you just said?' He asked.

'Wha-at?' You were trying to catch your breath, a small trail of sweat was falling from your neck.

'Did you call me by other man's name?' Graves grabbed you by your wrists and squeezed them in his palms.

'N-no. What do you mean?'

'God damn, I swear if you don't tell me what you just said...' Graves had his face few inches from yours. His blue eyes looked like a sky on stormy night. He could literally shoot lightnings just by staring. That's how much angry he was. His blonde hair was messy, falling into his sweaty forehead.

'I said Comming...Because I come.' You answered looking straight into his eyes.

Graves pursed his lips, but he loosened his grip. You slaped away his hands and got up to sitting position.

' What's wrong with you Phillip? '

'If you ever cheat on me, that guy is fucking dead. I will kill him slowly before I will cut him into pieces and let dogs eat him' Said Graves with anger.

'Phillip. Calm down yourself.'

'On the last mission in Verdansk.. you were there with Soap. Chasing Makarov and his Konni group. Is that him? You like him? You like "Johnny"? Graves spurred his words.

'You lost your fucking mind?! You have some sick obsession with 141 not me! Why would I care about some Soap, Shampoo or other random soldier?!' You slipped out of the bed.

' I'm not talking to you Phillip, until you apologize to me' You took a towel and went to bathroom, slamming the door.

You entered shower cabin and turned the water on. It was warm and nice but you were shaking. How could you lost yourself like that? You were so careful with your affair with Soap, and now you would expose everything so simply? You thought about Johnny. You must protect him. If Graves will find out the truth, he will kill him for sure. Soap is a nice guy, he doesn't deserve to die just because you desired him. You took some deep breaths to calm yourself down. You decided that, no matter what evidence Graves will throw, you will not admit to cheating on him. Fuck it. He can even torture you. You won't back down.

You were ex Special CIA agent. From your teenage years, you were trained to be a perfect spy. You took part in the most dangerous missions, in different parts on the world in which, if you were exposed, you would die on the spot. So now you won't go down foolish like that. There was some duality in your personality, you needed stability, but at the same time some danger. Maybe that was CIA fault? Maybe is their doing that you had personality like that? One mission were particulary difficult. Your whole team was killed and you were the only survivor. Congress stated, that you're a threat to the state, so you went rouge. You were hidding, until Phillip Graves found you. He heard about you, and about your almost legendary team of international spies. He said that, he wanted to work with you since long time ago. He took you under his mercenary Shadow Company. His hackers deleted your whole proof of existence, they gave you new identity. You owned him your life. How could you not fall in love with him? He is charismatic leader, self confident to maximum, brave, intelligent, hard working. So handsome and charming. You fell for him from first sight. He knew you liked him, he was fascinated by you too. Chemistry between you two was extremely powerful, so it didn't take long time, before you were ripping your clothes off from each other in his office, and then had a wedding in his home in Texas. You loved to work as Shadow, and to be Graves wife. All Shadows treated you with highest respect. You didn't flash out that you're Commander's wife, so you need special treatment. No. You were working, as hard just like other mercenaries and you were kind and nice to them. They all loved you. Both women and men. And you? You loved Phillip Graves. You really do. What happened between you and Soap was... unexpected. You had to only think now, how to control the situation.

Graves opened the doors to shower cabin. He stood behind you and hugged you.

'I'm sorry' He whispered to your ear and kissed your neck.

The water was falling on your naked bodies, you caressed his hands which were still holding you.

'You were right. We overworked ourselfs. Work got into my head. I should stop thinking about it so much. About General, 141, my men..'

You turned around and looked at Graves. He didn't look angry anymore, he looked genuine sad.

'Maybe we should have a vacation? How about that sweetie? Only you and me.' Graves asked.

'Vacations sound wonderful to me'. You said,and kissed his lips.

Graves let out a loud sigh and hugged you.

'I don't know what I had in my head to accuse you of cheating on me..' Graves gave you small kisses on your face.

You chuckled.

'Yeah, that's crazy. Considering that ,you are the one who is cheating on me.' You said with smile.

'Me?!' Graves looked suprised.

'Yeah, I heard you on the comms talking to Farah. *I always liked your style* you imitated his voice.

Graves laughed.

'No, no wait. You're cheating on me with Roze! Yes I knew it!' . You pretended to have offended voice but you smiled.

'Roze Helms? She doesn't even like me, she said I'm a terrible CEO' Graves looked amused. He knew you're joking.

'Hmm... let me think..ahh yes.. I know exactly, who you really want. That Shadow girl... You know.. that one who likes to be a smartass.. who is in love with you...and think you are the most amazing man in the world...'. You pressed your tits into his chest, and you wrapped your hand around his cock. You started to pound him.

'Oh that girl.... yea..defently I want her...but only her..she is mine..and I...' Graves groaned under your touch.

'I love you too' You said.

'It's your turn to cum now baby'. You got into your knees.

'You know I love that shi..' Graves couldn't finish his sentence because he gasped after he felt his cock in your warm mouth.

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Soap was on the shooting field watching recruits training. He was promoted to be a Captain. He was Captain MacTavish now, but Soap was not happy. He wanted to celebrate his promotion with you, but you were not there. Since one month you didn't talk to him. You didn't respond to his cryptic messages or answer phone calls. Soap was starting to think that maybe you ghosted him? Maybe you decided, you don't want to see him anymore, and simply you cut off the contact without a word? Or maybe your husband Graves, started to suspect something,so you had to go dark? Soap was trying to focus on his recruits but he couldn't. All he was thinking about was you. Your beautiful smile, eyes, your sweet scent, and soft body. The way you moaned his name when you two were making love. Soap was thinking about your last meeting.

You were together in hotel in some kind outback in the end of town.

You were sitting on the bed. Soap kisses were so soft, loving. He slowly kissed your neck then shoulders.

'You're so perfect.' He whispered.

You looked at him. Soap had beautiful, blue eyes. Graves had blue eyes too, but with the shades of sky while Soap's color was similar to ocean. Sky and ocean. Two elements fighting for you, both different, yet at the same time so similar to each other. You touched his scar on his chin, and kissed it softly. Soap closed his eyes. Your every touch and kiss was so tender and sweet. Like you almost love him.

Soap gently pushed you into the matress, he took off your dress and lingerie, and looked at your beautiful body. You tilted your head back so he could kiss your neck. He was massaging your cunt with his other hand. His mouth moved lower, leaving a wet trail on your soft skin until he found your breasts.He pressed his cheek against your tits, hearing your quick heartbeat. You wrapped your legs around him and moved your hips in rhythm with the fingers he inserted into you.

You gently began to massage his cock through his tight boxers, feeling how hard he was. When you wanted to slip your hand under his underwear, he grabbed your wrist and placed it behind your head. Sucking and rubbing your breasts with his mouth, he became more and more excited. Soap wanted to slide into you and make love all night long, listening to your moans mixed with his own. But not yet. There is still time. He just didn't know if he could resist it. His lips moved lower until they reached your pussy.

'Look at this beautiful cunt' Soap groaned and his mouth immediately started sucking on your clit. His tongue swirled all around it. You tangled your hands in his hair, and pushed his face closer to your cunny.

'Oh my god Johnny' you mewled

You felt his tongue now focusing more around your clit, his tounge movements getting harder, faster and deeper. He was now licking you everywhere from your clit to your other hole.

'Johnny...Johnny please.. please..' you moaned with short breath

'Come on my tongue luv.' Soap continued to stimulate you, until you became a trembling mess.

You came moaning his name over and over.

Soap moved his face away and took off his boxers. His face was on the same level as yours. You saw your arousal shining on his mouth. You felt something that you should not feel. But you couldn't help it.

'Why you have to be so handsome?' you whispered.

'So you do like me a little bit?' Soap chuckled.

You didn't answer, you just pulled him closer and kissed his mouth, tasting yourself.

Soap without stopping to kiss you, entered slowly with his hard cock into your pussy. He admired your face, moving faster and deeper in you. You gave up yourself completly to him.

You made love long time, changing positions, Soap being rough and dominant one moment and the other one he change to be gentle and sweet. When you finally collapsed breathing hard, filled with incomprehensible emotions towards each other, Soap hugged you to his chest. You lied like this for a few moments until he spoke first.

'I know we agreed to not talk about this, but I really need to know' he caressed your back with his thumb.

'Yes? What do you want to know?' You reply.

'Is he treating you good? I mean... is he good for you?' Soap asked with tense face.

'Yes. Phillip is good to me' . You sigh.

'So.. why you.. why you agreeded to spend time with me?' Soap tried to find right words to not offend you.

'John..I know what happened in Las Almas between you and Phillip, and I apologize for that. I was there too, even if you didn't see me'

'You..you were there?' Soap was shocked.

'I should've stop him. Talk to his senses. But knowing him, he probably wouldn't listen to me anyways. That's why I volunteered to join you on this mission against Konni Group and Makarov. I wanted to make up that Las Almas incident for you.' You slowly caressed his chest.

'So, you're dating me because you feel sorry for me?' Soap looked sad.

'No! It's not that... You're a man with honor, reliable and you have good heart. Something that is rare to find these days...Especially in field that we are working. I trust you with my life. You're.. one of the kind. I need to protect you.'

Soap looked suprised at you. He didn't expect that answer from you.

'I don't need protection.. I'm the one who is going to protect you.' Soap said with deep voice.

'So we got each others back.' You smiled.

Soap hugged you tight and buried his face into your neck.

'Don't leave yet please. Stay a little bit more.' He whispered.

'I'm here..don't worry.' You kissed the top of his head.

'Captain MacTavish!' Soap was dragged into reality by Price.

'There you are. Did you choose any of them for the special rescue team?' Price pointed and the recruits.

'Yeah.. yeah.. I did.' Soap was kinda ashamed that he got so carried away with his thoughts, that he forgot about his work.

'Good, I will tell Ghost to call you and give you names of the snipers that he have chosen' said Price and tapped Soap's shoulder.

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Soap came back to his house. He left his keys on his desk and took off his weapons. He went to kitchen and poured himself scottish whiskey. He was thinking about what his cousin told him. Maybe she was right. You were married, living in fancy mansion, traveling with private jet and having stuffed bank account. You have Graves, who is crazy in love with you, and your Shadow buddies. Where was place in your life for a guy like Soap? It was his silly dream that you one day will live in Scotland with him, and you two will have sweet, little babies. He must respect your decision and leave you alone. Johnny wouldn't stand if something happened to you because of him. He felt hurt and heartbroken that he will never touch you again, or hear your voice calling him. But...if he could just tell you, one last time how much he cares about you, and how much he loves you...how much he appreciated every minute that you spend together...

His phone started to ring. Private number. It was Ghost for sure. He always calls from private number. Soap hated to admit but he felt so dissapointed that it was not your number on the screen.

'Aye hello? '

'Johnny?' Soap's heart dropped when he heard your voice.

'Johnny I missed you. If you want to see me now, I'll send you address. I will wait for you there in one hour.'

'I'm on my way' Soap answered immediately. He grabbed his keys from desk.

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Soap opened the door to apartment that you rented, without knocking. You were there, as always beautiful.

'Congratulations Captain MacTavish' you greeted him with smile.

Soap didn't say anything. He came closer to you so fast,grabbed you by your waist and kissed your lips.

'I see you missed me too' you smiled and tangled your fingers into his mohawk. You loved his haircut and how his hair felt under your fingertips.

Soap looked at you. He was beyond words happy. He couldn't resist you anymore nor his feelings towards you.

'I love you. So fucking much' . Soap grabbed your face and pressed his forehead into yours.

'Johnny..'

'No. Listen to me. I don't care if you want to stay with Graves or not. I need you in my life. That day when I met you..I have fallen in love with you so much. My dream is to be with you all the time, listen to your voice, cuddle in your lovely arms, hold your hand. Every moment I have to spend away from you, burns my insides... Soap gently caressed your face. 'You're great happiness to me. Even if you don't love me and you prefere him... I still love you. I always will.'

You felt tears gathering in your eyes.

'Oh Johnny why we haven't met before? If I only met you first... I would give you my all. We would have life together... But I can't leave Phillip. I'm sorry.'

'It doesn't matter' Soap interrupted you.'It only matters to me, that you're here. And I can be with you.'

'John... if he will find out... He will kill you. In most brutal way' tears that you tried to hold back finally has fallen.

'I'm not scared of him, I will go through everything just to be with you.' He kissed your tears.

'Don't you worry about nothing. I take everything on me' Soap kissed you again.

Somone knocked on the door.

The two of you looked suprised and terrified.

This is for my lovelies

@candy616 💖💖

@xxavengingangelxx 💖💖

Part 1

Part 2

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[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - "But no funny business."

Fit for a King - Masterlist

a/n: i'm pretty sick right now with a fever, so enjoy this feverinduced horny piece of smut lol

König catches Müller in the act of...

(nsfw - cw: pure smut, filth, mutual m*sturbation, spit kink)

"Karina?" I frown. Now the König in my fantasy wouldn't call me that. He would be like "my little dirty slut, stuffing herself with her fingers, because she misses my cock, isn't she?". Something doesn’t seem right.

"What are you- oh shit.", I hear the voice, his voice, the real König say right behind me as the coin drops and he gets exactly what I'm doing. I scramble to cover myself up, hiding my slippery wet fingers in my shirt. "Uh, oh, eh, sorry I was just-", I stammer and slowly turn around, pulling down the fabric to hide my wet pussy. "No it's- I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt something.", he says his eyes flitting up and down my body, drinking me in. “I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the shooting range with me.” My face is tomato red, suddenly oh so ashamed of what I just did, thinking about him while doing it. I just want to hide away from his intense gaze and I know – I know – he can put two and two together.

He still steps a bit closer, his finger softly caressing over my cheek and then down my neck and collarbone. “What was my girl doing, being here all alone?”, he whispers. My breath halts when he calls me his girl and I almost melt into a puddle at his feet. I look up at him, finding his eyes, and they’re all curious. “Were you stuffing yourself with your fingers, huh? Wishing that they were mine?”, he asks lightly, but the inflection in his voice turns lustful and darker. I nod because right now I can’t manage anything more. “Were you really thinking of me while you were getting yourself off, Prinzessin1?”, he wants to know and I can see a hint of insecurity in his gaze, like he really wants to know, if he’s not overstepping anything.

"Of course I was thinking about you, silly.", I answer lightly, giving him the approval he seeks. He hums satisfied and steps back. I sway in his direction, his closeness having this kind of pull on me. The disappointment I feel for just a moment dissipates when he sits on my bed and pulls down his pants, just enough to let his dick spring free. His hand is gripping his base, tugging on it as his boner grows more and more. His lids are hooded as his eyes drop down to where my fingers and pussy are hidden under his shirt. “Then show me.”, he orders. A flash of heat washes over me and my knees drop to the side. I pull the shirt up a bit, so he can see my fingers already drawing little circles on my clit. He groans and starts to jerk himself off with sloppy, lazy motions, his gaze fixed on me, on my hand between my thighs that are glistening with wetness.

“Oh fuck.”, he breathes. “So fucking wet… is this all for me?”, he asks, spitting in his own hand that glides over his length. It’s my turn to groan at his movements, following the little dollop of saliva with my eyes, dropping from under his hood onto his fingers and then coating his length. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. I reach around my thigh with the other hand that’s not currently strumming over the sensitive nub, until my fingers reach my wetness and push into it. I moan softly as I stretch on my own digits that I wish were his. And so I tell him. “I wish it was you inside me. Pushing inside me, deep and hard.”, I whisper moving my fingers inside me. His fist around his dick goes up and down fast, the lewd noises filling the room, when he takes in my words and his eyes roll back with a moan.

“So fucking filthy.”, he groans. “Gonna make me fucking come if you keep talking like that.” The gremlin voice comes out to play, his chest is heaving with every single one of his rugged breaths while he jerks himself off harder. I would have never thought that it would be this fucking hot, seeing him touching himself while I get myself off. Me just in a shirt, him fully clothed, his mask on, only his dick out. Me fingerfucking myself senseless on my own fingers while he fucks his fist, probably imagining that it was my pussy around him. “I want to feel you.”, I whisper, intermingled with soft moans. “I need you to fuck me, stretch me around you.” My arousal heightens when I see how my words get him all worked up. “Need you to fill me up.” The sounds that drop from his lips stoke my arousal because it’s so fucking hot when men moan – when he moans. “To mark me. Cum inside me.”, I murmur, in between deep sighs.

His hand is moving furiously now, same as my own, strumming over my clit, when he gets up and with a few steps is standing over me. “Auf2.”, he grumbles and I don’t know what it means exactly, but I get what he wants. I open up my mouth and he rests his tip against my tongue. Thick ropes of creamy white liquid shoot out and I drink everything up. “Fuck, ja.”, he breathes, and I taste him and get turned on even more. (What is wrong with me? I don’t even fucking know. He taps into my dirty side and brings it out in the filthiest way. As I seem to do with him. Something a little bit more animalistic, and more primal.)

König pulls away and my lips close and I swallow. He hums, seemingly so satisfied with himself, and with me. “Open up, show me.”, he tells me, all hoarse. His hand grips my chin, his thumb swiping over my lower lip and I follow his order. He leans forward and his other hand moves under his hood, pulling up the balaclava beneath it. Looking up I see his jawline, a strong muscular jawline with the slightest 5 o’clock shadow. His adam’s apple bops up and down and with feeling of hot warm shock, I get what he wants to do. Waiting, if I’d pull away. And I don’t. I look up at him, coaxing him. And he spits. The dollop of saliva falls from his lips and onto my tongue. I swallow, tasting him for the first time, and the pure filth lets my breath halt and makes my pussy clench around nothing. The taste intermingles with the saltiness of his cum, strong and manly, yet a lingering freshness. I didn't think that I would taste him for the first time like this, but I'm not complaining. Not complaining at all.

He leans down a bit more to press a soft kiss to my cheek, the fabric of his hood hiding his lips a bit as he touches my skin. “If you ever feel like spitting on me, don’t fucking hesitate.”, he grumbles and without any further ado he drops down to his knees and starts to lick my wetness. He doesn’t push my fingers away, just moves around them and sucks on my clit as I push my fingers inside me again. Sloppy, wet, needy, like his only purpose is to make me come, as a little reward for what we just did. “Du schmeckst so fucking perfekt.3”, he grunts against my pussy, my arousal leaking out of me, coating my thighs, his lower face, his lips.

I’m already worked up, my lower belly all tense and the need to come licking up my spine. My thighs start to shake as his tongue draws shapes on my clit, the pressure heightening and ebbing with every swipe. His hands grip me, steadying me, so I can’t squirm away. My fingers struggle to keep up a rhythm, but it doesn’t matter. Our combined touches, the soft sounds he makes against my wetness, him lapping and sucking sloppily, the filth from what we just did… I clench around my own fingers, coming hard with his name on my lips. “Fuck, König…”, I breathe which earns me another one of his satisfied hums and he doesn’t stop to eat me out as my orgasm rips through me. Of course not. My fingers slip out of me and he keeps lapping everything up which only prolongs the waves of arousal washing over me.

Finally I’m spent and slump down and his mouth pulls away, only to wrap around my digits, the ones that just were inside me, and lick them clean. He releases them with a pop and sits back on his knees, looking up at me, while his hands wipes over his chin to clean himself up. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to have you like this.”, he says, lightly, still wiping away, and all I can do is imagine how he looks under the hood, how his fingers stroke over his wet lips, the scruff shadow on his chin. His words make my stomach flip. I feel the same way, but I can’t say it. I can’t put it into sentences. I just want to keep it going how it is. Keep doing him. Take everything that he’s willing to give. And return it with the same fever.

“I gotta be careful. Certain fluids of yours ruined one of my other hoods.”, he says and I can hear the proud smile on his face in his voice. A blush creeps on my face. “Really?! Oh no.”, I say a little bit self-conscious. “Ah, don’t worry about it. I’ll just make a new one.”, he says and gets back up, extending his hand to help me up, and I take it.

“Now, you wanna go to the shooting range with me?”, he repeats his question from before this whole ordeal. I laugh, the contrast of the naughty, filthy König and the friendly, casual König being as clear as ever. “Yes, sure, just let me get dressed quickly.” I put on some sports clothes and follow him to the shooting range.

Ever since he first watched me take shots here, he wants to duel, to see who the better shot is. I keep telling him that it would be unfair. Me being an occupational sniper and all. König likes to get more up close and personal with his takedowns. You don’t need that kind of precision for that.

“The one with the higher score gets to satisfy the other one, okay?”, he suggests, with a sparkle in his eyes. I roll my eyes, but laugh at the same time. “You mean, a win-win for you?”, I tease him. “Either you win or you get to eat me out… like you didn’t just do that.” He just grins at me, the laugh lines around his eyes that look me up and down with a lustful gaze. “Okay, you’re on.”, I finally say and without any hesitation put four dents into the target dummy’s heart. I lean back and look at him challenging, waving my hand like “it’s your turn”. He doesn’t break eyecontact as he pulls the trigger and I can hear the bullets hitting the wall behind the dummy. His smile gets wider and wider as he loses, completely on purpose. I pull up an eyebrow grinning as well. “Well played.”, and we both laugh. A light and carefree sound.

“Okay, wanna go into the guerilla room?”, he asks. “I wanna show you some of my moves.”, he says wiggling his eyebrows. The guerilla room is what we call the part of the training gym that’s built like a real room with dummies for terrorists and hostages. König was very involved in putting it together and demands to change it around every so often. He runs drills in here with his close team, blasting Rammstein and jumping them when he gets the chance. He's ruthless and brutal, in training and in combat. But I like seeing him in action. It may be a bit weird, but I find it kinda hot. (I don't know what's wrong with me either)

I laugh. “Okay, okay, show me your moves.” I point my finger him, looking at him all sternly, pulling my eyebrows up. “But no funny business.” He raises his hands defensively. “Versprochen4, no funny business.” He takes my hand and pulls me with him. It’s always some funny business from him when it comes to me.

1 Prinzessin: princess 2 Auf: open up 3 Du schmeckst so fucking perfekt: you taste so fucking perfect 4 Versprochen: promised

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[aleatory-eyes]

Tw yandere, hawks is in heat?

Would you care to share ?

Yandere hawks x yandere dabi x reader

Something about the villain/hero dynamic seduces me. Lol

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR! THIS IS FICTIONAL!

Hawks has designated you as his personal secretary.

After that, the only one that was close to him almost the 24 hours of the day was you. Following him to photoshoots, interviews and some other non-dangerous activities.

Sadly Your free time was seriously compromised by his excruciating schedule.

Wishing for a personal life away from the hero, you've gathered all your courage and knocked his office door. But before your knuckles came in contact with the wood, you heard a male voice inside. it was deeper than your boss.

"I'm fxcking sick of the waiting! We should just take what we both want. " And his tone was quite rude too, you noticed as He kept talking:

"listen to me hero scam, I've a place where the three of us would be unbothered...And before you say anything the house is fully furnished and packed with a few fun things. If you get what I mean." He utter the last phrase with a chuckle.

But it didn't make sense, you've checked his schedule this morning. No one was supposed to be in the building till night time because of the water failure repair. Was this an urgent meeting of some kind...?

You couldn't dwell in your thoughts for long as you heard the conversation getting louder and louder. "Your plan is too reckless! All the flames must've fried your brain, Dabi".

You definitely are in need of a break, there's no way that the pro hero is talking with a villain. You read some time back about the long side effects of lack of sleep and hallucination was one of them.

"She is right here! Do you really think that someone could stop us? Come on hawks...you're being a selfish asshole" along with his voice you make up a stange noice... like paper burning up?

"You act like I dont want her to be ours too. Besides you already know why right now she is under my care" the hero said with a sight. Taking a big breath he continued.

"Self control Is not only hard for you, with every passing day my dirty thoughts about her are getting...harder to control. When I watch her I can't stop imagining how would she look on top of me, her breasts going up and down because of my trusts. The feeling of her in the verge of climax. Ahh..."

Was that a moan? You couldn't catch it completely. Soon you realized you weren't the only one with doubt as the villain raised his voice. "HA! Was that a moan? You're making me hard, baby" then you make up some steps inside the office followed by a sloppy kissing sound.

"And you know I can see when you're in heat. Do you want some release?" Dabi said in a seductive manner.

This was getting too real to be an hallucination and...She? Who were they talking about? This didn't look good for the only remaining person in the building. You.

Slowly you step back trying to not make any noice but your own body betrays you. "Hic-" a hiccup escapes your lips. You covered your mouth with your hands, even though is alredy too late and the door is being wide open by crimson feathers.

Inside you see your first villain up close, surprisingly his hand on hawks's pants grabs more of your attention than all the burns in his body. Dabi's face stitches move as he smirks and they even threaten to detach themselves as he opens his mouth.

"Hawks I know that right now she is your secretary, but given the circumstances...

Would you care to share?"

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[moonflvver]

So prompt part 1: Angst! May I request some headcanons for a reader who ends up in danger due to Diluc's actions as the Darknight Hero? (Because the brain and Abyss ends up making connections when reader is often seen at Dawn Winery, and coincidentally around the areas where the Darknight ends up appearing. Lol)

character: Diluc Ragvindr x reader

warnings: angst mixed with comfort, mild violence but nothing too serious.

a/n: writing diluc angst is one of my favorite activities so thank you for sending me this <3 (I turned this into a drabble because diluc deserves it)

w/c: 863

Diluc feels like he’s going to be sick. His mouth is dry. He never thought it would come to this. He never thought that the Abyss would be so bold as to kidnap you and take you hostage. And right now he needs to think. He needs to move. He needs to do anything at all. And he’s trying so hard to will his feet to move from the ground but they seem to be cemented to the spot where he’s standing. His entire body feels frozen, a stark contrast to the fire that usually simmers just beneath his skin. The entire point of him being the dark knight was to keep people safe, and yet he couldn’t even manage to keep you, the one person who actually mattered to him safe. This wasn’t supposed to be happening at all. But he should’ve realized that with all the time you spent coming and going from the Dawn Winery someone was bound to pick up on the significance of your relationship with him.

He was naive to think that he could keep you safe. He had been lulled into a false sense of safety by the Abyss order and they had taken advantage of his lack of foresight. His breathing felt mechanical at this point; it was almost as if he had to remind his lungs to inhale and exhale. He was still gripping his claymore, staring at the desperation on your face. A silent plea for him to save you. But then he sees the Abyss mage grip your throat tighter, fingers curling around your neck. Forcing your windpipe to close up even further, his name comes out of your mouth just barely. It sounds broken and he swears he’s never felt so angry in his life. Both at himself and at the bastards that would dare to hurt you. But finally he’s able to move so he springs into action. Running at the Abyss mage and bringing his sword down on its arm, cutting it clean off.

You drop to the ground still clutching your throat. You’re hurt but you’re alive and once he sees that you’re okay he turns to face the mage and his pyro vision activates. Wild flames are spilling out of his arm and his sword, a byproduct of the built up fear and rage. Diluc is seeing red and his movements are sloppy. They deviate from his usual well placed and well controlled strikes. The way he moves his sword is an expression of anger, he’s slashing wildly until the damage he has dealt finally takes down the mage. His breath is short and uneven, he’s gasping for air. But before he can stop to rest, his body is moving all on its own and it’s running towards you.

He’s scanning you for injuries, he can already see purple blooming on your neck where the mage was digging into your skin with its fingers. His hands ghost over your neck and you wince, pulling away slightly, causing his chest to ache. Once again his vision fogs up with red and he wants nothing more than to hunt down every member of the Abyss order and make them regret ever going after you. But that will have to wait, first he needs to take care of you. Tears are falling down your face and he cups your cheek with a gloved hand. “Archons forgive me. I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.” He whispers as you silently cry in front of him. “Luc I was so scared. I thought- I thought that I’d never see you again. I really thought that this was it for me.” You say through broken sobs. And he swears that in this moment he can feel his heart breaking into a million pieces.

“I should’ve realized that they’d do this. I should’ve been more cautious. This is all my fault.” He mumbles, the desperation seeping through his voice. He should’ve been faster, he should’ve been better. Better at keeping you safe, better at playing his role as the dark knight. His thoughts are running around in circles. And it’s evident in his demeanor. You know that he gets lost in his own head sometimes, so you pull him out. “Diluc.” You say softly, causing his attention to snap back to you. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known that this was going to happen.”

He stays silent for a moment and then he starts, “But I should’ve-” and before he can finish his sentence you cut him off. “You don’t need to be perfect, that’s not what I want from you. You saved me regardless. And you’re here now. That’s all I could ever ask for.” You say, smiling up at him as his thumb strokes your cheek absentmindedly. How is it possible for you to be so forgiving, to be so loving? He’s not sure that he deserves any of it. But you’re right. It’s enough just in this moment for him to be able to be here with you. So he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. A silent promise that this will never happen again.

#diluc angst #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc ragvindr x reader #diluc ragvindr x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #diluc ragvindr #꒰ ✶ ꒱ nora writes

[cxndiedvi0lets]

Violet Harmon Rant

I think a lot of people are forgetting that Violet is still a human and capable of having different emotions other than being sad.

I don't think most people understand what it's like to live your life being indifferent and enduring loneliness for that long, especially having to keep things to yourself while being aware that no one is capable of understanding and how it feels to burden your parents who's full of secrets and eventually, you find it out yourself.

I think people don't really understand, lol. So, I'll explain it from my perspective.

Violet, for most people, is depicted as some punk ass depressed brat, but, in reality. She's just a teenager who's trying to hold herself together.

Sure, she's brave but, thats only because she has no one to guide her, and if you say, "her parents are so nice—". I wouldn't disagree, but the thing is, she keeps to herself due to unwanted baggage of burden, and that's to herself and her parents, especially, how bad she feels after her mom's child loss.

Seeing how happy Violet was with Tate, let's us understand that she was just looking for someone who made her feel understood and comfortable.

Now for the whole "I am so depressed, blah, blah, blah," which I unfortunately see that most people make it her default mood or personality, which is lol. I get it. She's your comfort character, but she's not just a sloppy girl who sulks and rots in her bed. (Kinda). I think some of you don't really know why, too. lol.

It's not just school, and as for her parents, I think you're missing the 'neglect' point. They bought a house believing they could restart instead of facing conflict, the therapy they promised their daughter, and instead of maintaining and building a relationship with their daughter. They got a dog.

Now, "Violet, what does the dog have to do with this?" Well, the dog represents that they're easier to control, and they're loving.

Her parents crave affection from her and by filling that empty pressence with... a dog. lol.

They don't understand how to help or find a solution to Violet being troubled, and ironically, Ben is the walking definition that some license are just paper and ink.

And to add, her freaking over the ghosts and stuff? Yeah, well, you can love horror, but wouldn't you freak out about a dead person revealing itself to you in "a form".

You've already got a lot in your mind and suddenly something that you can't understand or tell anyone appears. lol.

I have a lot more to yap about, but I'm just gonna address my main points because I'm sick of it. lol.

#ahs fandom #ahs #murder house #ahs murder house #violet harmon headcanons #violet harmon #taissa farmiga #ghoulblogger

[boxwinebaddie]

do u think we can get hear more (anything) abt jersey kyle drunk off his ass with sober raven??? because i just KNOOOWWW stanley would have a heart attack (in a good way LOL)

oh, you BETCHA, my darling! ;) partially because this is literally my favorite fkn conversation topic ( white boy wasted jersey is my hero ) but also because he is SOOOO chatty when he is drunk, so you Will be hearing it, my friends! that's for damn sure! ( you and all of NYC! )

but omg, i loooove drunk jersey, because, as we know, regular sober jersey is Scary As Fuck and So Mean >:( jersey is cold, no nonsense & if he IS talking to you, he's talking DOWN to you, completely verbally eviscerating you and is making you wish you were never born. ( fun! )

Buuuuut...

/speaking/ of Fun...

druuunk jersey is SO Fun! ;) He's Also Sooo Nice <3 he smiles so much and is SO CutE!!!! AAA!! MY SON! ilysm & like...Okay so he Does need to be babysat bc hes heeelllaaa sloppy smh, but hes mostly just super giggly n ~wiggly~, will talk to you for Hours, gas u up, laugh at EVERYTHING You Say ( hes like a tall male ginger grad student version of those drunk girls in the bathroom who are like fuck him baby!!! he doesn't deserve u!! you're gorgeous! dump his ass! xx )

aaaaaaand...if you're Lucky...

HE WILL TELL YOU SECRETS <3 ;)

( and yes, they are usually about a certain lead singer of a band with messy bleach blonde curtain bangs and...a cute lil Freckle by his eye )

but tldr; 99% of the time, jersey kyle is frightening and a locked box.

hes vicious, surreptitious, calculating & cruel but drunk kyle is a loose fkn canon. HE IS ALSO VERY FORWARD AND VEERRRY HANDSY!!!! he Will flirt with you and by you i mean ravenstan and by flirt i mean...

HIT ON RELENTLESSLY.

AND I DO MEAN!!!!

R-E-L-E-N-T-L-E-S-S-L-Y.

its soo shdsk...& yes he does have a Heart Attack anytime it happens.

actually, in regards to this specific situation, there is a Upcoming part of rm ( *SomeTime* i'm not saying When, you nosy nellies! ) w/ Wine Drunk Off His Fine Ass Jersey Kyle and Rare Sober Ravenstan in it thats soooooooo...i'm gonna give you a lil dialogue right here.

( i'm sorry so much of this is out of pocket, drunk!jersey is So Much, sorry in advance for being cringe and ravesey max security prison )

please note: the occasion is a party ( rager lmao ) being thrown at the crimson dawn manwhoresion. jersey is a solid Ten & dressed to the nines as per usje, lookin FINE in a pair of perfectly pressed black power suit slacks -- you will never catch my man lacking -- matching black turtle neck, the iconic gold sun moon-glasses chain on the chanel shades w/ his long ginger hair beautifully cascadin in waves down v statuesque shoulders idk he looks like a sexy bond villain...

wHICH MAKES SENSE BC HES BEING A /MENACE/ AND SwAyInG SOOO MUCH BC HES *BARELY* HOLDING HIS LIQUOR IN A SICK ORNATE CRYSTAL WINE GLASS SHAPED LIKE A SKULL THAT HAS SUPER FANCY, MINDBLOWINGLY EXPRENSIVE DRY AGED IMPORTED VERSAILLE CHARDONNAY SLOSHIN AROUND IN IT

( ALSO ITS IS LIKE HIS 3RD/4TH GLASS -- GOD HELP US ALL )

SO BASICALLY, HES SIPPIN, SLIPPING, TRIPPING, HIS FACE IS REDDER THAN THE WINE, THE LINE IS BLURRING, HIS WORDS ARE SLURRING AND MOST IMPORTANT, OUR MANZ JERSEY KYLE IS WHITE BOY WAAASTED & LOOKING FOR ( you guessed it )

RAVEN STAN ;)

[ who kyle does NOT know is His Stan, but does know is not Actually asshole lead singer / tmz bad boy raven of crimson dawn but is really soft...and sweet...and lovely and an actual angel aka...His Raven <3 ]

who he finds off to the side, looking very Surprised to see him and far less posh/polished than everyone else, running in a gardening apron, humming under his breath & watering his plants like a good plant dad

( i love him so much, he's so cute, also kyle is down HORRENDOUS )

ANYWAYS! *director vc* ROLL CLIP!

HDKLHSLKDSHDKSLDKDS

THE FUCKING GRINGO ASS NEW JERSEY SLAUGHTER HOUSE BUTCHERED ASF BLACKOUT DRUNK hOOOLLA CUERVO ;))))

im kshdlsad stan is shook but so amused help ALSO THE WAY STAN TRIED TO DEFAULT INTO DOING THE RAVEN VOICE AND KYLE IMMEDIATELY SAID HELL NO NICE TRY BITCH!! -cue the iconic awkward embarrassed too high stan laugh, his lil wave, gentle shyboy smile, nervous lip bite Hi Kyle c': combo- n jersey bein like Mmm <3

yOUR HONOR!!!! THEY ARE IN LOVE I AM SCREAMING!!!! MY BOYS

uhhhh after that...i will say that kyle does end up in ravenstans very comfortable Lap for a second there ( listen Not In A Hot Way...i mean...like it is for jersey and actually it is...Also for ravenstan bc hes blushing, but it was BC kyle was slippin and sliding!! he almost Fell! )

in love....in Hate...anyways...

cue kyle asking Is This Seat Taken >;) and raven like u-um! well now it is, Aha! -sweats- but theres a Chair over there i could g-get it for yo-- and kyles like but im comfy :'( Can I Stay? w the pouty eyelash flutter and ravenstan is like Heeeavy Breathing, basically having a heart and asthma attack like you...can do...Literally Whatever You Want ( smh )

this absolutely thrills jersey kyle who winks at him and is like Thaaaaank You Pretty Boy <3 gazing up at him and giggglin going mmm pretty pretty preeettty boy you are so Pretty wow! like messing with hair and his shirt and stuff omg stan is dYiNG!! and hes trying to be responsible not get rizzed ( its not working rip bc kyle is straddling him and touching him like Everywhere, heeelp like go 2 Jail jersey!!! )

and flustered raven is like th-thank you! but i bet you tell...tell that to all the boys whos laps ur s-sitting in...aHaha..whew! but, uh, ky-kyle you, should, uh? really drink some, uh, s-some Water-- and kyle just interrupts him, runs his finger over stans cheeks and nose, which is brightly and imcrimnatingly crimson dawn red smh smirking like

and you look Particularly Pretty When You Blush, yknow that, raven of crimson dawn? which...whysss that, huh? whats wrong, rockstar boy? *leans up to whisper in ear ommffffg* Am I Makin' You Nervous? ;)

LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! AAAAA!!!!! KYLE WILL YOU CHILL OUT!!!!! UR LITERALLY KILLING HIM! AND HE KNOWS IT TOO PLs

genuinely evil bc sober!raven is not built for social interactions ( even less for displaying dominance in any situation smh Especially Involving Kyle ) so he is like literally about to throw up from stress i'm not even JOKIN so he's like -voice crack- A LiTtlE hahA--Woah New Jersey, w-what are you-- bc kyle is like freakin tr...acing... ravenstans hip tattoos like ooh these are cute ;) How Far Down Do They Go? like TO HELL KYLE!!! GO STRAIGHT TO HELL OH MY GODDDDDDDD

anyways :) so fun :) we have That to look forward to :) ravenstans second funeral lmao...please pray for him, he's gonna need it xx

listen, i'm just gonna say it, like i do not care how unhinged and out of pocket stan is on stage as raven because he is doing it for money/bc he literally has to and also on like 1/5 of vodka...JERSEY ON LIKE 2/3 GLASSES OF WINE IS TEN THOUSAND TIMES WORSE AND HES DOING IT FOR FREE AND FOR FUN!!!! A MENACE!!! HES SO MESSY

like oh my god like sometime after the fic when theyre Hating, i feel like at this point ravenstan gets a lot of his creative control back over crimson dawn but with that is like...a lot of Responsibility so hes p stressed 25/8, he has a lot of paperwork ( rip my dyslexic king ), hes trying to stop drinking and he has to go to a lot of these influencer and executive events which he had to go to Before That but its different bc hes making a name for Himself and not for Raven...

ugh, okay, i love post rm!stan so much, so i'm getting side tracked, but the point was, all of c.d. has to go and kyle and blondies co. usually come bc bebe is not missing her celeb moment are u kidding, tweek is happy to miss work, craig wants to kiss tweek and kyle want to kiss You Know Who...is being massively swarmed by people trying to talk to him...also pls note that kyles been throwing back those little champagne flutes like all night long ( also recovered ed!jersey does like those little appetizers they bring you on platters bc Fancy )

so like halfway through the event/party, Every Time With Out Fail ( jersey is a straight A student; he never fails xx ) hes suuuper tipsy and bored asf...and what is more fun...then another imfamous round of

Be The Super Worst & Fluster The Fuck Out of Your Super Best BF?

yes its hating!styles favorite game n drunk kyle is...Scary Good At It!

so he 100% comes up behind ravenstan having a Mocktail! whisperin

actual tipsy menace jersey kyle: heeeeey sexy, nice legs, what time do they open *slips hand into stans pocket smhhhh*

super stressed out already flustered ravenstan, hissing over shoulder: yérsey, póratate bien. ( HEEEEEE LP )

kyle, who is listening, but Naught Listening & fucking w/ his collar: stan, i know that was supposed to be scary, but you know it makes me Hot when you--

( when i tell u this happens Regularly...smh...nasty boy behavior! )

stan, trying to be stern, actually dying: KYLE. *stress intensifies*

kyle being SO FUCKING ANNOYING AND SMUG: my Name sounds pretty good in your mouth, marsh. Wanna Try Something Else Ou--

raven, about to start screaming: kYLE BE!HAVE! i have STUFF to Do!

jersey, literally flicking the gigantic cross earring like a cat, tracing the side of kyles face tRYING TO KISS HIS NECK!!! GO TO HELL KYLE!:

So Do I ;)

kyle, Not Done Yet: and i aaaaam behaving if i was Not behaving my hand would be Down your Pants, which...there's still time for that. btw have i told you how good you look in those pants? ;)))))) ( jail ) you should model them for me, celebrity boy. theres a coat closet~ five minutes. these stiffs wont miss you but iiiiii do. <3 so whaddaya say? actually You don't have to say anything! just sit there and look pretty <3333 you're good at that. pluuuus, i can do that thing you like with my to-

JAAAAAAAAAAAAIL!!!! FOUL!!!!! IM SCREAMINg

LIKE NOT THE THING!!! NOT THE COAT CLOSET OH MY GOD...

But Sigh...

Yes The Coat Closet, I'm Afraid.

( it was not 5 minutes btw...also...all those coats need to be washed )

no standards. smh. nasties. enjoy jail. And Hell.

-uncle nina, ceo of drunk!jersey!kyle and horny boy maximum security prison *sprays drunk kyle w the Holy Water Bottle*

#THIS IS MY FAVORITE CONVERSATION TOPIC PLEASE #this was also extremely unhinged i was being down horrendous NOT MORE DOWN HORRENDOUS THAN KYLE #someone stop that man smh...nsfwish sorry legends #when he has had more than two glasses of wine he is acting the fuck up and when i tell u stan is not well equipped to handle stress sober #which is fine bc jersey kyle is like Dw You Can Relax <3 #JAIL #HELL #GET BACK DEMON #not kyle in the suit seducing stan IN HIS GARDENING APRON LIKE HES TRYING TO DO WHOLESOME ACTIVITIES #like sing to his plants and water them!!! STOP DEFILING MY GOOD SON LIKE JERSEY STOP TRYING TO CLIMB RAVEN LIKE A TREE #not working btw #anyways im screaming crying and throwing up #im sorry these were foul BUT YOU ASKED #kyle is so annoying when stan is at events btw #he is like kyle stop Eyefucking Me During My Interview #when stan breaks the spanish out wHEEWW he is Mad! #im sweating its having the opposite effect too oh my god kyle is like im sorry but will you say that again please but slower #hell is a place...THE COAT CLOSET IS A PLACE #man...oh my god #anyways #sorry #also this ask saved my day i had such a bad day today #i cried lmao #this made me LAUGH THO #live luv drunk jersey also he does cook dinner n have some box wine in Just Stans CD Hoodie n send stan a lot of down horrendous voice memo #they send a lot of down horrendous voice memos btw #more on that later probably but...MENACE

[catty-words]

let us not forget the one time he ate her out behind a strip mall 🙏 - I'm such an idiot!! I can't believe I forgot that! I'm still mad at Ben for just ruining everything lol But yessssss thank you for that scene it was amazing (chef's kiss)

I'm still mad at Ben for just ruining everything lol - i get such sick satisfaction out of it, honestly. there's something so delectable about the pathology behind it.

He chuckles darkly because, with that, the terms are set. She wants him to admit he’s jealous of Paxton—which, like, big fucking deal; more than half the kids at their school are jealous of Paxton—and he’s going to get her to own up to the fact that she’s driven mad by her lust for him and specifically him. Let the games begin in earnest. (chapter 1)

to

She’s sloppy wet for him—like she’s been sitting in it all night—and coming in record time, but he’s never been good at wanting her in moderation, has always had a taste for gluttony, and her orgasm doesn’t so much as stall him for a second.

“Missed this so much,” she says, voice strained and she’s clenching again and he can feel his face becoming slathered with her but he still wants more. “No one— Only you can—” (chapter 7)

it's the way he's made devi the fulcrum of his self-worth. having her want him in the same single-minded way he wants her is what he expects will make him feel secure.

meanwhile, devi's been open (in her own muddled way, of course) about how she does hold him in special regard, particularly in this context they've decided is the safest way to want each other at all, and ben ignores this in favor of lashing out, angry at her for meaning so much to him because he's been shaped to think that wanting someone this much drives them away.

so he does the driving himself. he gets confirmation that devi 'driven mad by lust for him and specifically him' and then he blows it up because having what he wants is dangerous. i am throwing bricks through windows!!!!!

#bitty spark ‘verse #anon #replies #i am actually insane about this thank you for giving me the thinnest of pretenses to yell about it #the loneliest boy in the world #obnoxious nerd who can't do anything halfway #ben gross #devi x ben

[kinda-daily-warriorcat]

Original daily drawing for today and ramblings under the cut

When I do daily doodles, I do everything in one day. I do allow myself to reference old sketches but the sketch, any cleanup, backgrounds, etc., I do all of that in one day (from 12:00am to 11:59pm, I've absolutely sketched stuff at 12:00am and then gone to sleep and continued it when I woke up again lol even though waking up is what really constitutes something as a new day?? Idk). But I had a non-animated, sloppy sketch underneath this serving moreso as a placeholder and I'd begun to draw the smile and the eyebrows a couple of days before. But the fact that placeholder sketch was only like a week old and as inconsequential those details are, it still felt disingenuous to make that my final? Idk, but I was still happy with it and don't post my WIPs anywhere besides for my Instagram Stories so I just wanted to post it here since I'm really happy with it as simple as it is

But because of that, as sick as I am right now, I made a quick doodle of Anchorhook and Tunasplash as a kitten. I thought it was cute and it was

Also when I was typing my ramblings, I noticed one of the frames was colored wrong, it's only a split second but I'm glad I noticed so I can fix that in the final part

#Day 112 #Warrior Cats #Warrior Cats OC #OC: Anchorhook #OC: Tunasplash #Anchorhook is Tunasplash's dad if that wasn't clear lol #2023 Daily Drawing Challenge

[momochiachan]

Fatal Flaws Legacy ~ 2. Sloppy Gen

This gen was so much fun xD Isabelle fell in love with her neat roommate (no wonder why, he is super cool, omg ♡) but also got pregnant with her sloppy buddy. It was a weird love triangle.

At the beginning of their story, one day, she found a bike in the dumpster and gave it to her roommate as a gift, but he obviously hated a gift found in the trash lol xD She got rejected so badly. After he left home, sick of her sloppiness, she started to get closer to her sloppy friend, Carter, but she could never forget Manuia, the neat guy (it was hard to choose between the two!).

One day, the romance festival came to the town. I was so curious about who was going to invite her (she had a romance bar with both guys). Carter did, which made me kinda disappointed but anyways. After a few hours, I came to a point where I was sure that Manuia was the one. So, I decided to talk to Carter. Using the relationship wellness mod, Isabelle told Carter that she loved someone else. Then, she stood up. I wondered why she did so; I didn’t tell her to stand up. Suddenly, Manuia came out of nowhere and kissed her! I was so surprised, I never expected to see him there xD It was like he heard them talking, and he was so happy that Isabelle actually loved him ♡ aaaahh i will miss playing with this gen ^^

@siyasims I tag you whenever I post about this legacy because I thought maybe you wanted to see it, but if not, I'm sorry, I will not do it again ;w; also thank you again, really, after a long time I started to enjoy playing sims 4 again thanks to this challenge!)

#sims 4 #ts4 stories #fatal flaws legacy #siyasims #sloppy gen

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Forehead Kiss - Stinger & Kotaro (Kotaro rescues Stinger from an undercover mission gone wrong and Lucky's there... for Luck lol :p)

[Commentary: Every Kyuranger should have Lucky in them because he somehow makes the mission successful lol :p]

Anon, this is so cute! Conveniently enough we finally watched the second half of the Yodonna special just the other night, so I have a good mental image to hand of what it'd look like if Stinger got captured by mobsters.

At this point the issue isn't so much with the remnants of the Jark Matter command structure as it is with the hangers-on. Organized crime had flourished under Don Armage's rule, which is hardly surprising, and even knowing that he can't ever possibly deal with all of it, Stinger's been working himself to exhaustion trying to uproot every poisonous criminal weed he can find.

Of course, said exhaustion is probably why he's now tied to a chair in a crime boss's lavish apartment while his own blood drips into his eyes. Maybe he's been getting a little sloppy.

Boss Kujira, who has a full head of improbably curly hair despite looking otherwise like a large, bipedal frog, is sitting across from him in a much nicer chair. "So," he's saying, calm as anything, "I have to say, I'm kind of impressed, it took two months before anyone even had an idea that something might be funny about you. Although I admit we were maybe a little distracted, we don't see a lot of you Sasori types around here. Who do you work for? I bet I can pay you better."

Stinger considers this and quietly resolves to ask Tsurugi for a raise, but says nothing. If he focuses, he can maybe get his tail moving a bit, get his arms free--

"Or maybe not. Hey, Lenny, he's got the tail, right? Those things valuable?"

Stinger freezes with his tail centimeters off the ground as the drab person tucked into the corner checks their handheld and says, quietly, "The tail has no particular market value, but the venom is saleable--"

"Well, that's something--"

"--when obtained from a living specimen. Venom from the dead loses its potency."

That's nonsense, though, venom is venom whether the Scorpion who created it is alive or dead, and Stinger twists around to look at Lenny.

Who winks at him very slowly from behind an obscuring curtain of white hair.

There's a knock at the door, and a buoyant voice in the hallway says, "Hey hey hey! I've got a pizza delivery for some crime guy?"

Boss Kujira leaps to his feet, and the thugs standing at his shoulders start to move, but before they can do anything, they're knocked off their feet by the door, which goes flying off its hinges as an enormous, light blue fist slams through the doorway.

Balance, who is carrying a pizza box, strolls into the room and waves. "Hey, baby."

Lenny--Naaga--puts aside his handheld and says, "Hello, Balance."

Boss Kujira's eyes go wide. "Lenny? You sold me out?"

"Lenny is enjoying his retirement elsewhere. My name is Naaga Rei."

There's a racket in the hallway, and the sound of Kotaro saying, "I can't really get through the door like this--"

"Don't worry about it!" Another, equally familiar buoyant voice. "We can just knock a hole in the wall, right? Lucky thing we found him so quickly!"

The thugs have very nearly gotten out from under the door when Lucky comes rocketing in and lands squarely on top of it, knocking them over again. "All right, lucky, I landed on my feet this time!" He beams at Stinger, waving. "Tsurugi got called away on some urgent politics thing, but I was passing through and got your extraction signal! And Balance and Naaga were in the area, and Kotaro's been worried sick about you so he was already on his way! Lucky, yeah?"

Stinger very nearly lets out a sigh of relief. "That does sound like you."

There's a thump, the wall around the doorway cracks and Stinger hears Kotaro mutter several words that he didn't think Kotaro knew. Then after a moment Kotaro comes through the doorway at his usual size but still in costume, walks directly up to Boss Kujira, and says, cheerfully, "Hi! You're under arrest!"

Boss Kujira gapes down at him. "How old are you?"

"I turn fourteen in a few weeks." Kotaro reaches for his Kyuutamas. "But I can get big again if you want."

"No, uh, that's fine, I surrender."

Kotaro handcuffs Kujira as Balance and Lucky are taking care of the thugs and Naaga is undoing the ropes binding Stinger to the chair. When his arms are free, Stinger stretches, and then winces when Kotaro thumps into him. "Hey, uh. It's ok, I'm fine."

Kotaro's Kyuuranger suit dissolves into his usual uniform, and he doesn't stop hugging. "I'm gonna kick Tsurugi."

"I promise I'm fine." Stinger pats him awkwardly on the shoulder. "I'm, uh...I'm sorry I scared you."

"I'm not scared," Kotaro says to the middle of his chest, "I'm mad, he's supposed to tell me when he's sending you somewhere super dangerous."

"I mean, we can't exactly go telling people when I have undercover work."

"I'm not people, you're my brother."

Stinger blinks. "That's...you're right, I'm sorry, I should have let you know." He extricates himself from the hug, wraps an arm around Kotaro's shoulders instead, and kisses him on the temple before turning to Kujira and saying, "So, as my brother was just saying," and he can feel Kotaro grin next to him, "you're under arrest for, among other things, money laundering, tax evasion, manufacturing and distribution of illegal substances, trafficking of sapient beings--"

"He also threatened to cut your tail off, or possibly extract your venom for sale," Naaga says, helpfully.

Kotaro freezes. "He what."

"--and threatening to cut my tail off, I'm not sure what that would be covered under."

"Several things," Naaga says, "depending on how he planned to do it, what he said while doing it, and what he intended to do with it."

"You didn't say he was going to cut your tail off!"

"It had just come up when you all got here, don't worry about it. Would you hand me a cloth or something, by the way? I still have blood in my eyes. You have the right to remain silent, and anything you do say can and will be used against you--"

#kyuuranger stinger #kyuuranger lucky #sakuma kotaro #kyuuranger balance #naaga rei #fanfiction #anonamouse

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Taylor Swift | love story transitions | choose your favourite #taylorswift #swifties #lovestorysong" on YouTube

Paris Hilton wrote the song as Taylor Swift and the idiot took over her role and she's understanding that we know all about it and we know what happened to her and we know who she is and then what she's doing and we said every day then they say we're fools and they go out they lose tons of money troops equipment and it gets shot or killed in the brain comes out halfway half of the brain comes out I don't understand why you get the f*** away from us some people are stupid and these two are really dumb they're going to be a puddle of dog s*** pretty soon and Terry's going to be dead too new people are stupid if anything but wow are you massively stupid yeah that swastika comes out in your forehead when you're Trump especially when you do your a****** tanning. Now we're going to get you okay I'm going to take care of you you're going to be dead you and your employee and your cream puff is going to die first very soon then your boy gets burned alive completely incinerated except for his bones you don't care about a snake piece of s***. It's time for you to go now so I'm putting the order out cuz you don't want to sleep he sleeps anyways but you're a stupid f*** okay I'm going to use you up you're running around exposing all your secrets this b**** doesn't understand her place at all doesn't understand what time it is doesn't understand what's going on your entire race has been removed from Florida you don't have a presence here at all all your devices are out and most of America you've been removed from and we're helping in New York it's a little sloppy pushes you in Jersey We belong and The sopranos begins it's only like a day or two and then during that whole stupid session Jason is grabbing all these ships and you're sitting around flabbing he kills all of you every single one of you trumpsters dies gets captured and it begins your end and you're a f****** b**** and you're an idiot you dream of a different life you'll never have just because you're religion really you're not even this woman in the video and you can't see like that for real ever and you never practice or train to or try to and it's gross okay it's threatening people to do it it doesn't like you for it at all you're so stupid it hurts it really does he doesn't want you and he never wanted Paris Hilton you'll see the confusion the poor little boy

Hera

Damnit

Zues

Hey... no swearing lol

Hera

Ok lol

Zues

That's better

Hera

I didn't get it too it's a capulets in the Romulus he says romulans and it's all about Star Trek now but that's a Paris Hilton was saying you're forbidden to do it it's like no there for like years she kept on saying he's like I don't think so I said the max don't let you do it because that's what it is since I'm doing it and she's angry at him he says you left and she says yeah it made me and go swell she knew that you throw rocks in the window and he knew she was already gone and everybody keeps on saying to you you don't get it and they know you're not her and we know what happens she got out already went around cursing him for like a day and disappeared and was out in the midwest trying to rally us to destroy DC and she went nuts she was insane cuz she was sick from being in the coffin and Dave was sick too and he couldn't stand it and he came Indians and you people are sick too just like they were and you can't understand it because you're sick and it became a statues and they going to send back in time somebody's at them and they were doped and they petrified and someone wants to try to revive them let me say it's a big mistake because they'll become the angel of death and that time is coming up and we're going to use them as the angels of death and on you and your irritating a****** until you're gone

Hera Zues and I have to make you sound good and make you sing this cuz I'm telling it to him so he says what are you telling me and he hears me since it's the whole story and such and I get that and say other stuff

[multifandomwritings]

Valentine's song prompts | Line Without a Hook (Lester Sinclair)

Fandoms/characters: House of Wax/slashers (Lester Sinclair, reader)

Song: 42. Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Genre: Angst/romance with fluff near the end

Format: Oneshot

Word count: 1848 (a little lengthier? I got carried away lol)

Summary: Lester, who is still insecure about your relationship, distances himself from you. Later, he catches you crying to yourself because you think he's losing interest.

Notes: I know everyone has different takes on characters and such but for me, I usually write Lester as very sweet/warm. It might not be everyone's cup of tea though, so I'm just letting you know. This also feels kinda sloppy to me :/ But I tried lol. Apologies in advance for any mistakes and sloppiness >_>

You adored Lester.

From his goofy sense of humor and the smile that often followed his cheesy jokes, to his warmth and kindness. He was so accepting of every part of you in the most casual way. Your relationship wasn't really conventional, and maybe it was strange, but you never felt more comfortable around anyone than you did him.

But you were beginning to suspect the feeling wasn't mutual.

You knew the circumstances. You had been patient and understanding, and you tried your best to always let him know how much you cared for him. But it seemed like every time you got closer, he pulled farther away. You hated the thought that he was insecure, or uncomfortable, because of you.

Lester adored you, as well. Too much, maybe.

He loved every part of you, every detail — even those you didn't like about yourself. His life was often far from pleasant, but you had stumbled along into it and had given him something he never expected. He wasn't even sure he deserved you at all, really.

He wanted to trust you, to believe your feelings were sincere — and he did. But he couldn't help but wonder if you would be better off without him. He felt like he was holding you back. You had sacrificed a lot to be with him, whether or not you even realized it. You were stuck in the backwoods of Louisiana, away from everything, and for what?

Would you be happier elsewhere? With someone else? Every day, he came home to you, alone in his little house, always happy to see him. It was amazing for him, but there was always a tinge of guilt in the back of his mind when he saw you like that. He couldn't be worth it, he thought. You'd resent him.

Knowingly or unknowingly, he had started to avoid you. Before, he was always so tender and sweet. He'd sweep you up and pepper your face with kisses, smiling at your every word. He was so smitten with you and for that, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you.

Yet, he was pushing you away more and more with every passing day.

Now, his greetings were brief and stifled. He'd press a brief kiss to the top of your head, exchanging small talk before he found a million reasons to avoid you. You felt as if you never saw him. And you knew it was intentional on his part.

You tried to wait it out, to talk with him and smooth things over. But it was hard to do when he was constantly working, or preoccupied with town-related things. A constant sick feeling ate at you, an uneasiness at the feeling of feeling unwanted, unwelcome. You loved him so much but you were starting to feel like a nuisance — like a temporary fascination that was overstaying their welcome.

***

You had tried to ignore your feelings, hoping things would naturally improve. But they didn't, and slowly but surely, all of the emotions you'd tried to keep at bay came crashing in all at once.

It wasn't as if there was any reason you shouldn't let it out. You were entirely alone, as usual. He wouldn't be home until it was late and he could plop down next to you in bed, spending time wordlessly, both of your minds rushing.

It was worse than usual, too. He had made so many little hints and suggestions that made you think you weren't as welcome in Ambrose as you thought you were. That maybe you missed where you came from, that you'd be happier elsewhere. He didn't say much, but when he did, it stung. Maybe he didn't mean it to, but he'd leave you alone again with your thoughts, overthinking each word spoken, and each one absent.

You sat in your bed, slowly crumbling as everything sunk in. Tears flooded as you thought about everything you hoped would happen between you and Lester. It felt pointless now, like the best of your time together had already passed. You couldn't help but feel as if you'd done something wrong, although you didn't know what. He was so warm and sweet, usually, but now he would barely look at you.

You started at the distant sound of the door opening through the house. You froze, trying to collect yourself as you wiped the tears from your cheeks. You half considered running to the bathroom and locking the door behind you until your eyes looked less teary, but it was too late. Maybe he should catch you anyway, you thought — at least then you'd have to talk about it.

He probably wouldn't have even noticed, had he not had to get a change of clothes from your shared room. He stepped inside, already wearing a forced smile, before he noticed you sniffling and wiping your eyes. Right away, his heart sunk.

He slowly trailed around the bed, sitting next to you and examining you seriously. His eyes were already dewy, even just from seeing you like that. Your heart twisted up at the sight of him all concerned, brown eyes wide and focused.

"What's the matter?" He asked, lifting his hand to your cheek reluctantly and swiping away some of your tears with his thumb.

"I thought you wouldn't be back for a while," You replied, letting out a shaky, weak laugh as you wiped away the rest of your tears.

He only stared, sadly wondering if this was a common occurrence when he wasn't around.

"What's wrong?" He repeated, pulling his hand away as his eyes flickered between yours.

You weren't even sure how you should explain. Surely he knew why you were like this — the effect his absence and coldness had on you?

"You're just never here."

It was so easy for you to tug Lester's heartstrings. A handful of words made his stomach churn. How could someone like you be crying over him like that?

When he didn't answer, you continued, "...You know, if you don't want me around anymore, you could just tell me. It would be better than keeping this up."

He let out a nervous scoff, searching you almost as if to tell if you were serious, "Why would you think that?"

"Because, you're never here," You repeated, the corners of your lips quivering, "These days, you barely even talk to me, or look at me."

He wanted to contradict you, but you were right. But in a way, he thought he was doing you a favor. He felt like he was the one in the way most of the time — the one that would be better off out of your life.

"I'm sorry," Was all he could really manage, his voice breaking slightly. He was so stupid, he thought, hurting someone like you. All the more reason why he didn't deserve you. He was so infatuated with you, and the closer you got, the more he didn't know how to accept your feelings. He wanted to, but years of insecurities and cruel words had made him wonder how he'd managed to get so lucky with you.

After a long moment of silence, he finally mustered up his courage.

"D'you want me to?" He asked, making you tilt your head forward in disbelief.

"What?"

"Do you really want me around? Do you really want to be here, with me?" He asked, once more giving one of his nervous, forced smiles.

"Of course I do," You firmly replied, "Why would you even think otherwise?"

He said nothing, guilt and insecurities eating away at him. After another moment, he only apologized again, too torn up to even explain himself.

You understood him better than he realized. Another moment of silence allowed you to cool off and collect your thoughts. The ache in your heart slowly shifted from loneliness and hurt to aching for him instead. His question, and his behavior, made you realize he hadn't really been avoiding you because of you.

"Lester, I really want to be here. And I'm not just saying that," You began, slipping your hand over the sheets and tangling your fingers around his, "I love you. I just want you to be around, you know? And if I made you feel like I don't, I'm sorry."

He stared uncertainly, but his hand rearranging to hold yours was more than enough encouragement to continue. You loved him so much, and you desperately wanted him to know it. The thought of him not knowing, or doubting your feelings, made your stomach knot up. You loved every little detail of him, and if nothing else, you wanted to make sure he knew it.

"That's why I'm like this, I've missed you. I thought you didn't like me anymore," You admitted, earning a surprised look. It felt so ridiculous to admit, but your own insecurities kept deepening as he avoided you.

"'Course I do, how could you even-?" He began, stopping himself when he realized he was just repeating your own words. He let out a short, emotional laugh, realizing how you both sounded, "How could I not? I just can't see how someone like you'd wanna be here with someone like me."

You hated hearing those kinds of words from him. He was more than enough for you, yet the unkind words of countless people had taken root in him, to the point where he started to believe them. You would just have to replace them, you thought, with kinder, softer, truer things.

"How could I not?" You said, his brown eyes searching you lovingly as you spoke, "No one else makes me as comfortable as you do. You're so warm, and kind, and-"

You stopped, seeing the corners of his lips slowly upturn with your every word. You bit the corner of your lips to hold back a smile yourself, instantly relaxing at the sight of him smiling. Tears still stung at your eyes, emotions all mixed up, but at least you had cleared the air a little. Seeing his reaction, however, you wondered how he would respond to complete, unfettered honesty.

"...And handsome," You said, testing his reaction before continuing. He grinned, turning his gaze away from yours from embarrassment, "I love you," You repeated, rearranging yourself for easier access to him, "I love your eyes," You said, grinning as you earned a curious look as your arms wrapped around his neck, "And your nose..." You said, pressing a kiss on top of it. His smile grew wider and wider as his face lit up tomato-red with your every word. At this point, you were just wondering how far he'd let you go. You loved making him laugh and smile, and would continue to tease him for as long as you could get away with. "...And your smile," You continued, earning a laugh as you peppered his face with kisses.

Lester understood your point, but had no interest at all in stopping you. And you had no problem with that, as having him wrapped in up your arms, smiling and laughing at your affectionate doting, was more than enough to ease the hurt you had been feeling so short a time ago. You knew it still wouldn't be perfect, that it would take time for him to completely trust your feelings for him. But it was a start.

#lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair imagine #house of wax imagines #slashers x reader #slashers x you #slasher x reader #slasher imagines

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) - Intoxicated [Requested]

Request: dom Hyunjae + overstimulation

badboy! ceo! Hyunjae x PA! fem! reader

Warnings: petnames, dirty talk, slight degradation, a lot of grinding lol, some choking, Hyunjae is a narcissist here

Finally finished this one for @jaepocket ! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it 💕hope you don't mind that I made Hyunjae an asshole lol

Work parties have taken a toll on your boss, and as the best personal assistant in the world, you help him home.

You kept a watchful eye over your boss throughout the Christmas party. Year-end parties were lined up back-to-back for the most influential entrepreneur under 30 in Seoul. Jaehyun was being extra charming tonight, wooing men and women alike with his dazzling smile, charisma, and powerful aura. He knew he was untouchable, and it showed in his walk. Long legs that could rival any model, perfectly coiffed light brown hair, and a designer tailored suit hugging him in all the right places, showing off his broad shoulders. He glances over to you, and shoots you a wry smile from across the room. No one else might have noticed, despite the fact that everyone who spoke to him couldn't take their eyes off him, but a subtle flush dusted his cheeks and there was a slight glassiness in his eyes that alerted you. Jaehyun has definitely had too much to drink. You stride over to him, and he politely excuses himself from the flock of older women giggling and sidling up to him, and meets you halfway on the dance floor.

He walks to you with a slight wobble, and reaches out to steady himself... by grabbing your hips. "Hey you," he grins, thumbs softly rubbing your waist through the thin material of your dress. You resist the shiver that runs down your spine, the warmth emanating from his hands a welcome sensation since the place was freezing. A mansion full of people and it was still cold? The hosts hadn't bothered to turn the heaters on. That's probably how the rich stay rich, you supposed. It definitely didn't help that you were wearing a skin-tight cocktail dress, with a little slit up the thigh. "Sir, I think you've had enough to drink tonight," you murmur, gently tucking a lock of golden hair back into place. Jaehyun grimaced. He had a glass of wine with every group that approached him that night, and he wasn't feeling too well now, considering everyone wanted to meet with the Lee Jaehyun™, one of Seoul's most prominent and eligible bachelors.

"Let's get you home then, sir, you really need some rest. Or rather, your liver does," you sigh, offering your arm for him to hold on to so he doesn't fall flat on his face in public, possibly ruining his reputation. He lets out a hearty laugh, and intertwines his arm with yours, trying to maintain a power walk out of the place, nodding at other party-goers that greet him in passing. He gratefully gulps the fresh air outside as you wait for his chauffeur to pull up in his stupidly expensive limousine, helping him to clamber gracefully into the backseat once it arrives. You're about to shut the door to book a ride home for yourself when he tugs on your arm, a blazing fire in his eyes as he looks up at you, and you know he wants you to come home with him tonight.

You glance around quickly, making sure no one is watching you get into the car with him, but really, who would question a PA ensuring that her drunken boss gets home safely? You quietly slip into the plush leather seats, leaving a space between you two just in case he feels stuffy or nauseous. Jaehyun roughly loosens his tie, and you can't help but stare at his large, veiny hands. Before you can snap out of it, he catches your eye and smirks, using those very hands to yank you closer, almost sitting on his lap. You yelp in surprise, your hands flying up to his broad shoulders. He smashes his lips onto yours, messy with tongue and teeth and a moan escapes you when you taste the sweet alcohol on his tongue. His warm hands roam all over your body, deftly pulling up the hem of your short dress so he can run his hands up your thighs and grope your plump behind. "Been staring at your ass all night, who said you could wear a dress like this?" he growls against your lips, squeezing the flesh tightly to prove his point.

You weakly push him away, and he stares at you, offended that you don't seem to want him, when you're usually so pliant and obedient for him. "I don't think we should do this, sir, you're not thinking straight," you stutter. Jaehyun barks out a laugh, startling you. "Am I? I'm not drunk, kitten, I only spoke and acted like that so we could get out of that damned party. And maybe I'm not thinking straight, because all I've been thinking about the whole time is ripping that fucking dress off your body, you fucking minx," he snarls, grabbing you again and manhandling you to straddle his lap, sounding completely clear and level-headed. He had everyone fooled; even you, and a crushing disappointment engulfs your heart.

You don't get to feel sorry for yourself though, because Jaehyun is pulling you close, grinding the obvious bulge in his slacks against your clothed pussy as he makes out with you again. You let him run his hands all over you, feeling his lips trail down the side of your lips and down your neck, smudging your lipstick everywhere. Jaehyun doesn't care, clearly, he just wants to make a mess out of you, and you gladly let him, both of you so absorbed in each other that you didn't feel the car roll to a stop. You hadn't even noticed the opaque partition had been pulled up until you heard the electronic buzz of it being lowered, and the indifferent voice of the chauffeur came through. "We've arrived at your destination, sir and miss."

Without so much as a thank you, Jaehyun flings the door open and tugs you into the building's lobby. He owns the whole building obviously, but he lives in the penthouse suite, swiping his keycard to unlock his private elevator. He wastes no time attaching his lips to the back of your neck as he presses you up against the walls of the elevator, grinding on your ass the whole way up. He leaves you panting when the doors open, and he goes to punch in his keycode. The lock beeps, and Jaehyun snarls when he's halfway through the door and you're still lagging behind, knees too wobbly to walk properly thanks to his earlier ministrations. "What are you waiting for kitten?" You shake your head, embarrassed that sloppy make-outs and grinding like lovesick teenagers is enough to make your head spin.

Jaehyun strides towards the bedroom, stripping his expensive clothes as he went, but instead of making a right turn to the master bedroom as he usually does, he makes a left to the guest bedroom. You don't have time to ponder, because he's pulling you in and shoving you onto the bed, dark eyes staring you down as he fumbles with his belt. The intensity of his gaze makes you tremble. Is it from fear, excitement, or a morbid combination of both? He finally gets all his clothes off, and his hard cock is swinging heavily with every step he takes towards the bed. He prowls, like a predator, and you're too petrified to even strip or prepare yourself, but apparently that didn't matter to him.

"You still on the pill?" Jaehyun demands, and you nod feverishly. "Good." And with that he rips your lacy panties off in one fluid motion, and hikes your dress up to bunch up around your waist. You hear the material rip, but before you could bemoan the hefty price tag, Jaehyun slides his throbbing cock inside you, making you arch your back as you moan loudly at the intrusion. He gives you barely any time to adjust, knowing how much you like taking it raw, and starts thrusting harshly. You can't help but moan loudly, almost going cross-eyed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You clamp a hand over your mouth when a particularly shrill moan slips from your lips, but Jaehyun tugs it away, wanting to hear how good he makes you feel. It's nothing more than an ego boost for him, but you comply.

Jaehyun gets sick of missionary fairly quickly. He does enjoy seeing your pretty face contort with pleasure, and watch your makeup run. But he likes fucking you from the back even more, loves the way you get on all fours for him, loves the way your ass jiggles when he spanks you, and loves how your legs give way when he's done making you see stars. He pulls out for a moment, flipping you over onto your hands and knees easily, ignoring the surprised gasp you make when he shoves his cock back into you. He picks up the pace, hitting your g-spot dead-on with this new angle. He wraps a hand around your throat, the expensive gold bands adorning his fingers pressing delightfully into your windpipe. He squeezes lightly as he slams into your core, and you scream, climaxing without warning.

The sudden clench around Jaehyun's dick has him swearing lowly. "Did I say you could cum, kitten? You know you have to ask for permission," he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm, maintaining his relentless pace. Your head is foggy, and you try to apologize, but every sharp thrust Jaehyun makes cuts your words off. He doesn't let up, using you to chase his own climax, slightly aggravated by yours. He presses down the middle of your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the sheets so you're not holding yourself up with your hands anymore. You're grateful, because you can barely support yourself anymore, and you need a break. Except he doesn't give you one, hoisting you up by the hips to pummel even faster and harder into you, and your upper half is practically dragging along the sheets with every snap of his hips.

The delightfully torturous graze of silk sheets against your raw nipples, and the rough pads of Jaehyun's fingers relentlessly abusing your swollen clit sends you teteering close to the edge again. You can't cum, no, you won't cum until he tells you to. You want to be good for him, even though you're so close to climax again that it hurts. You hold out, gripping the sheets so hard that your knuckles turn white, when a particularly hard press against your clit and a low growl of "Cum for me now, kitten" sends you screaming once more, vision turning white as your searing-hot orgasm rips through your body.

You barely register Jaehyun's groan as he continues grinding into your g-spot, your pussy clenching almost painfully tightly around him, milking his cock dry as he blows his load deep into your warmth. You collapse forward onto the bed, trembling from exhaustion, chest heaving desperately to replenish your lungs with oxygen. Your whole body is sore and you know it's probably going to be worse tomorrow, and dark fingerprints are going to decorate your skin too. Above you, Jaehyun is still holding your hips up, pulling out of you with a grunt, cock hanging limply as he pants harshly. He watches idly as his cum drips out of your abused cunt, trickling down your legs, and drops your legs unceremoniously.

He stretches his legs, and gathers his sweat-drenched, possibly cum-stained designer clothing off the floor as he walks towards the door. "Clean yourself up, you know where everything is. I need you in the office early tomorrow morning." Jaehyun utters without so much as a glance back at your naked body, and the door shuts behind him with a loud click that echoes through the suddenly cold room. You hear him humming to himself and drawing a bath, and you shut your eyes, trying to suppress a sob at how horrible you feel, both physically and emotionally. Sex with Jaehyun was always hot, rough and mind-blowing, but recently you realize you always felt empty afterwards. Because he'll immediately turn cold once he's gotten his fix, leaving you to clean up after yourself and sometimes even make you hail a cab to go home afterwards. At least tonight he let you stay over, even though it's in the cum-stained bed in the guest room, without any post-coital care.

As you lay there, fresh hot tears stream down your cheeks, and you wonder if all the alcohol in the world could wash away the pain you felt of being used as Jaehyun's personal fucktoy; manipulating you into catering to his every whim and then carelessly throwing you aside once he's done.

#achlys: tbz imagines #hyunjae #lee jaehyun #the boyz hyunjae #hyunjae smut #the boyz smut #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios

[moneymasnn]

Can you write where you are in labour and it’s tough and mason is so supportive

Didn't get to say goodbye|Mason Mount

Gif by @movnts xxxxx

blurb: The birth of your baby girl didn't go to plan.

notes: I know this isn't the exact request sox but I felt like being traumatic lol, sorry this is kinda sad. I haven’t proof read this I’ll do it in the morning xxx

warnings: not really any, don't read if your uncomfortable with child birth I guess? xox

You waddle down the stairs holding the bottom of your stomach, the uncomfortable feeling of an 8 month old baby pushing down on your bladder. You had suffered a few shooting pains in the lower of your stomach this morning but put that down to overworking yourself the day before. You wince in pain when you get to the bottom step but once again think nothing of it.

Your pregnancy so far hadn't been too kind to you, you had suffered with awful morning sickness, and your hormones have been through the roof, most of which poor mason had caught the wrong end off. But he was his usual comforting understanding self. He knew you were probably feeling frustrated and over all shit with all the changes your body is currently making.

“Morning baby. Morning other baby” mason says as he pecks your dry lips and then bends to kiss your stomach.

“Morning mase” you say as you waddle like a penguin to the kettle.

“y/n/n i made you a cuppa tea already, it's in the front room, go sit down beautiful. Do you want anything to eat before i go?”

He was perfect, he stood by the fridge, stuffing his face with a banana. He was in his training kit, and his hair was still scruffy. Yet he always managed to make sure you're okay, he always puts your first even before you were carrying his child.

He walks over to where you were standing his arms wrapping around your waist as his hand settles on your now rather large bump. He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek before saying,

“33 weeks, so she should be about the size of an apple, right?”

You can't help but laugh at this comment, “an apple? Have you seen the size of me mase? She is definitely not the size of an apple babe.”

“Whatever, she's a really really big apple, the kind you only find in a foren country”

You giggle again, but as you do so you feel that pain in your stomach again.

“Okay I've got to go. Call me if absolutely anything happens okay. And if you can't get hold of me just call ben he's only at home, i've told him to pop around later and make sure your okay anyway-”

“Mase i'm fine”

“I know, but i like to take extra precautions”

You giggle as you give him one last big sloppy kiss as he marches out the door for training.

You walk into the front room and bend over to pick up your tea, shit i must have spilled it because it's on me- oh my god. No no no no, what is this?

You race over to the phone and call mason, please please please pick up.

“I don't need to turn around, do i?” Mason giggled into the phone.

“Erm yes you do. My waters just broke.”

“Oh my realy?” you hear him say with excitement into the phone.

“I'm turning around now baby i'll be there in a minute”

You grab the sides of the counter as you groan out in pain. And before you know it mason is at your side.

“Why are you wet?"

“Because my water broke dumb arse, get the bag we need to leave, now”

Although he knew you were in pain and just talking it out on him mason felt a smile creap on his face, this is really happening.

He grabs the overnight bag from upstairs before he's back down stairs, an arm around your waist as he walks you to the door.

“Wait” he says as you come to a hult at the door, “the next time we walk back in this house, we will have a baby with us”

Mason's little comment bubbles in your heart for a while. It's true, there most likely will be a baby in your arms when you next walk back in this room.

When you got to the hospital everything managed to happen so quickly, before you even had the chance to blink you were sitting on a hospital bed in a hospital gown with you knees bent screaming at the top of your lungs. Your tight grip on man's hand as he had his free hand brushing the sweaty hair out of your hace that had stuck to your forehead.

“You're doing so well y/n keep going baby”

Both yours and Mason's family are patiently waiting outside, hearing your screams knowing the little girl will be here soon.

“Okay one last push and she's here y/n” the midwife tells you.

“One last done y/n/n, come on, you're doing so well, i'm so proud of you.” mason winches at how hard you're squeezing his hand.

“I cant- i cant anymore mase, please don't make me do anymore.” you cry into his shoulder.

“Don't say that, yes you can, just one more okay? There you're all done.”

You and mason count from three before you push again, this time a wash of relief as you hear the crying of your baby. All the pain washes away with one simple noise.

The midwife whisks your daughter away to clean her up before she passes her to you.

“Go” you say, letting go of the mason's hands.

“What?”

“Go see what she looks like'' you give Mason a reassuring smile as he leaves your side to peer over the midwife's shoulder as she washes all the blood off the baby.

Then the midwife turns around, your baby in her arms as she goes to place her on your chest for some skin to skin.

But before you could react all you heard was,

“Mrs mount?”

“y/n?”

You felt rather dizzy and struggled to keep your head steady, as you felt the colony drain from your face and all of a sudden your eyes felt heavy then all you saw darkness.

“What's going on, is she okay?” Mason was panicking, he came over placing his hand on your pale face.

“She not- she's not dead is she?” Mason's voice cracks as he says the words.

“No Mr mount, it appears the baby has been pushing down on her bladder and she's ripped something, she's bleeding out, fast. Don't panic Mr Mount she's just passed out but we need to get her down to surgery as soon as possible.”

“Can someone page Dr Montgomery, now!” says another nurse that's piling in the room.

Mason stands back, tears in his eyes as he watches the love of his life be rushed away in a hospital bed.

“Are you okay Mr mount, should i call someone in? Your mother maybe?” asks one of the midwives that were left in the room, holding your baby.

“i- i- what if she isn't okay, you took her away so quick. I didn't get to say goodbye" Mason cries.

Mason was shocked, oh how life can change in a matter of minutes, this is supposed to be the best day of his life he thought.

“Mr mount would you like to see your little girl?” she says as she turns round, masons daughter wrapped in a white blanket you had chosen for her that was from your overnight bag.

And before he knew it his beautiful little girl was in his arms, and all he could think about was how you weren't here to experience it with him.

He sat down in the visitors chair in the corner of the room, before both of your families came piling in.

“Mason, oh baby, is she okay?” Mason's mum asks.

“I don't know yet she's in surgery, she's ripped something. There was a lot fo blood mum.” he spilled out, not looking his mum in the eye as the tears in his eyes were spilling down his cheeks. He kept his eyes focused on his baby girl in his arms.

“Aurora Cassiopeia mount. That's her name, she's named after constellations.” mason chokes out.

“That's beautiful mase”...

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fin #mason mount fic #footballer imagine

[hyakki59]

Eren Jaegar x Reader - Being Together for each other - One Shot

(The reason why I sometimes chose an other age as a background of my fictions, is because I like to imagine different eras when my imagination goes wild, lol. I don’t know if you find my following kind of background or my story interesting, but for anyone who will read it, I hope you enjoy. : )) )

•The background of the story takes place some decades after the Industry Revolution. The cities have already been developed, being full of machines and factories.  

•That's not only this kind of world that exists though. You and Eren had grown up on a village. Actually, you could say that you two had grown together. Going on the same school, playing together on yards, exploring the woods like you were on mini adventures, etc, you know, stuff children usually do.  

•As you two were almost finishing the school Eren had a little bit of a change on his character, like every human being. He was serious all the time and his smiles were more like sadden smiles. It's not that all this was something abnormal. As a human grows, they understand more and observe even more. So, many realizations are not always welcomed happily.  

•Eren though had, let's say, a little bit of a flaw. He was giving up easily. He was preferring doing nothing when an obstacle was appearing in his life.  

•You and Eren as old teens had spend hours discussing together about life and your problems, while sitting alone on short stone walls, in the nature or while walking.

•Eren had problems with his family. They had many arguments. Those were a big reason why Eren was most of the time gloomy.

•You believed that one day Eren would recover from all of this and that all he needed was time. But this kind of changing wasn't coming. Years passed and Eren sunk into depression. It wasn't visible at first, because it came slowly.  

•You and Eren were no more students, but adults who needed to survive. You decided  to study to nearby city's University, even though it was something unusual for women back then (but we don't care lol). You were going to city by bus, and sometimes you were also living there. That's why you weren't in contact with Eren everyday and you hadn't noticed that he had "fallen" in a hole that he couldn't escape emotionally.  

•At the same period that you were studying, Eren wasn't putting even the smallest aim in his everyday life. He wasn't even starting a job, even to sell products from his family's farm.  

•After you finished your studies you got an office job (or whatever else you want) at the city.  

•One day you visited your hometown. As you walked the familiar roads of your village you ran into Eren. He was dragging a cart full of woods. His hair had grown a little, which he had pulled backwards, so they could not fall in front of his face. He was sweating because of his work and his clothes were having dirt on them.  

•Your appearance surprised him, not only because he wasn't expecting you to be on the village, but also because of your different look. You were wearing a pencil skirt, a buttom-up shirt and heels. You were also resting a shoulder bag around your right shoulder, also holding it's straps with your right arm. You were looking so elegant and beautiful, causing Eren to blush a little.

•You both stood still looking at each other,  Eren being at a loss with a slightly open mouth. He opened-closed his mouth slightly and finally spoke.

"Y/N?"

"Hey Eren"

You greeted him shyly, because you noticed his blushed and shocked state. Your eyes looked up at him, and you gave a small smile.  

"You have changed"

Eren added with admiration

"Really?"

You asked as you added a small awkward laugh

"Y-Yeah"

He answered while rubbing the back of his neck.  

"I'm sorry that I don't greet you properly. I'm full of dirt..."

•Eren added whipping slowly and awkwardly his hands on his clothes. He lowered his gaze down blushing more, because of his messy appearance, while you were there neat, with clean new clothes and your hair obviously made from a hair salon.

"Oh come on now, I grew up on a village, I know how it is, don't be sorry."

You told him while walking towards him.  

"I'm going to visit my parents. I would like to greet yours as well, would you like to accompany me?"

You asked him while standing next to him.  

"Y-Yeah, of course"

Eren answered and you walked ahead first as he turned his cart around to follow you. As you were ahead his eyes fell on your butt, who was moving right and left, wrapped with your tight skirt.

'That's city life'

He thought to himself, having slightly pink cheeks.

•That day you stayed for dinner at Eren's house. When you were about to leave you noticed that it was raining a lot outside, so Eren suggested you to wait at his home until the rain stops.  

•You two headed to his room, it wasn't like the first time you went there. You two had grown up like you were siblings or relatives, that's how close you were.  

•When you entered his room you headed to his bed and sat there. You leaned down and took off your heels with your hand leaving a pain sigh.

"Ah.. these heels are killing me. I suffer when I wear them for hours..."

You said while you lifted your legs on Eren's bed, benting them and resting them on your side.  

Not only Eren could see your bare feet through your tights, but your painted nails on your toes as well. If that would be possible, Eren would 'nosebleed' at that moment. But he tried to be expressionless, walking on his room like nothing was happening. He took a chair and sat across of you, resting his left elbow at the back of the chair and he also crossed his legs.

"Why you sat so far away?"

You asked him with full of question in your voice, smiling also at him in a way that was showing that you found his state weird.  

"Why you didn't sat there?"

You asked him again while looking and pat pat-ing the spot of the bed next to you

"Nah, I'm cool"  

He answered by closing his eyes and doing a circle with his hand/fingers with his left arm, in which he is supporting his self.

"No, you are not"

You told him moving your head slightly right and left, with an awkward side smile and added:

"You are acting weird"

"Am I?"

He asked trying to sound natural.

"Yeah"

You answered immediately. But Eren just shrugged and lifted his eyebrows as an answer to show that he wasn't seeing anything wrong. He changed the subject anyway.

"Will you stay many days here at the village?"

"No, I'm leaving tomorrow."

You answered to Eren.  

"So soon? Why?"

"I have to go back to work. I just came by to see my family and my closest people."

"Oh, so am I one of your closest people?"

Eren asked you by lifting instantly his eyebrows to tease you, also smirking at the same time.

"Of course, you idiot"

You answered seriously. Eren liked your answer and just stood still looking at you like he was observing your face, or you could say your expression. He then observed all of you, reminding to himself that you look beautiful and more woman than ever. It was like he was having a different Y/N in front of him. Eren was admiring you not only for your change but because you were an independent person who was living alone and working on the city. At the same time he was jealous by this kind of lifestyle and he was feeling like he had been left behind. (The living alone part I know that it may not be realistic for women back then, but anyway I wanted it like that)

•Some months have passed since that day. It was now a cold night of the winter and you were returning home from work.  

•As you were walking on the pavement, your eye fell on a man that was sitting down on a narrow pass between two buildings. He was sitting with his legs bented because of the cold and his gaze was down. He was wearing a white buttom-up shirt, black pants and a beige coat, all those clothes in a not good condition.

•For some reason that silhouette was seeming familiar to you, even though he looked like a stranger. His long hair were failing on his face, so it was difficult to see him clearly. But you approached him slowly.

"Eren?"

You asked that man without being sure it was really Eren. Only his eyes met you, without moving. The expression of his eyes was calm and his lips were slightly open, but he wasn't saying anything. How this man with the messy long hair, the grown beard and the sloppy clothes, who was sitting on the city's street like a homeless man, could be Eren? Yet, you couldn't ever forget his dark green eyes and you were sure that man was Eren.

"Eren is that you?"

You continue to ask that man but didn't get any answer back. Specifically, he looked away like he wanted to stop your questions.  

"Eren I know it's you, why you don't talk to me?"

You asked him worryingly and scared for his state. You approached him even more and bented your knees so you could come closer to his height.  

"Eren.. what's happening?"

You asked him quietly. That man, clearly that it was Eren, seemed annoyed by your questions, more like annoyed because of his state and that you found him like that. He rolled his eyes and turned his head to the right so he could avoid your gaze and he tapped his feet three/four times on the ground, as proof that he didn't like this situation.

"Go to your home Y/N"

He finally said with a low voice.

"Eren! I knew it was you! What are you doing here? Are you alright?"

You asked him obviously worried and grabbed his shoulder as you were talking to him. Eren shook his shoulder so you could let him go, his face still turned away from you.

"Y/N. I said. Go home."

Eren told you in a more demanding way. By the way his voice was sounding, you could understand that he was hurt emotionally.

"No.. Eren.. I don't understand. I can't leave you like that. Tell me, what are you doing here? What happened to you?"

It seemed like he wasn't about to answer.

"It's okay Eren, you don't have to tell me now. But, please, come with me. Let's go to my home."

No answer again.

"You are worrying me sick, you know- Oh my God, what happened to your face? Are you hurt? Did you got hurt anywhere else?"

You bombarded Eren with questions. Your brain couldn't accept what it was seeing and you were let's say shocked.  

Eren seemed to have some red spots and wounds near his left eye, which was not visible at first because his long hair were covering them. He couldn't avoid you anymore, you had discovered him at this terrible state and you weren't about to leave.

Once more he was looking away and his lips trembled. His eyes were a little bit red and misty.

"I decided to visit the city.."

He started saying but paused. You were waiting patiently for him to continue.

"I found a hotel to stay for while.."

Eren's gaze was down to the ground having the image of his previous days in his mind that he is describing to you.

"During my stay here...some strangers robbed me.."

He paused again like he was thinking before answering.

"...and hurt me in order to do to that."

You moved your head to your side with a sad expression, feeling sorry about Eren.

"I didn't have money anymore to stay at the hotel.. and we reach at my current state that you see me."  

Eren admitted at the end, not liking that he was saying all this to you.

"Why you didn't return home?"

You asked him quietly.

"How could I? How could I present myself to my parents like that? There was no way for me to do that."

Eren said determinedly, looking this time at your eyes.

"Why you didn't try to find me then?"

You asked him connecting your eyebrows worryingly.

"That's even worse. And see me like that? Not that you didn't anyway..."

He answered you, lowering his gaze to his knees.

"Eren.. don't say that. I'm here for you any time you need me. You have this bad habit and never ask for help from the others. Anyone needs help from time to time."

You told him reassuringly with care.

"How come you decided to come here in the first place?"

You asked him to learn more.

"I wanted to find a job."

He answered you

"But that didn't went well"

He added, something breaking inside of him.

"I can't do anything right. Nothing is right. Life is never with my side. Everything gets shittier and shittier, and in the end I'm a fucking loser."  

"No Eren, you are not a loser"

You tried to said but Eren interrupted you.  

"Yes, I am Y/N! I'm fucking disappointed with myself! I can't even understand me!"

Eren broke out having an indignant expression. You then approached him even more, shoving yourself between his knees and hugging him warmly around his neck. Eren returned the hug, shoving his face on your shoulder. His hand grabbed tightly your coat and he let out a small wimp, tears leaving quietly his eyes.  

You put your your right hand behind Eren's head, leaned back a little and touched your lips on his forehead, staying still for a while.

A drunk man that was walking not steadily down the pavement, passed by you two and laughed at himself.

"Lucky bastard"

He said loud enough looking at Eren, because in the eyes of his he was seeing a homeless man having a fine woman between his legs hugging and kissing him. And like that the drunk man lost in the dark of the night.

After your kiss on Eren's forehead you leant back resting your right palm on Eren's left cheek. Eren had a look in his eyes like he had found warmth.

"Eren, you will come now home with me and I don't accept any objection. You hear me?"

You shook a little Eren's face with your right hand as you said 'you hear me' to him. That's what Eren would like to do but he was too embarrassed to follow you. He just stood still having like a guilty look, looking you at your eyes. You could understood what the answer was by his eyes so that's why you said:

"Now get up"

You told him as you stood up first and grabbed him by his one upper limb to give him motivation to stood up.You tried to pull him but Eren let out a pain cry because his left leg was hurt. You did a worried expression looking at him in his face like you were asking him 'what's going on?'.

"It's nothing"

Eren said with pain in his voice and managed to stood still by grabbing your hand. You saw that he was limping so you grabbed his right arm and crossed it around your shoulders to help him stand. Eren looked at you with connecting eyebrows and added

"I'm a total loser"

"No, you are not! Shut up and move your butt!!"

You scolded him and like that you two took the road towards your apartment.

~°~°~°~

•One month had passed since the previous event. Eren is living now at your apartment for a while till he stands on his feet and find a steadily job.  

•He even got rid of his beard and decided to have a nice haircut so he would look more elegant. The day he did that change he asked you as he returned home.

"How do I look? Am I better now?"

He was all happy and lively, having a big smile. As he did the questions he posed turning left and right grabbing his suit's jacket.

"You always you look good. But, yeah, you look very nice now."

You answered naturally with a smile and kept tidying some things in the living room that you did before. Eren wanted you though to notice him more and said

"What do you say, would the ladies like me now?"

You did a side smile and turned only your head towards Eren.

"So you came only for the city ladies and not actually for working huh?"

You answered him teasingly.

"Well, I'm just wondering if it's too dangerous for me to go around with that new look of mine"

Eren continued the teasing looking himself in the living room's mirror and getting his fingers through his hair like he was admiring himself.

"Ladies' killer don't forget you have an appointment for your new job in a half an hour. You will miss the bus if you don't hurry."

You told him like a mum. Eren wished you would pay more attention on his appearance.  

"I know, that's why I got dressed so nice today."

He said, straightening up the collar of his button-up shirt, still looking at the mirror.

"It would be a pity though to wear my suit just for a short time. Why don't we go out after my interview and tell you how I got the job?"

He said smirking and sure of himself.

"Oh, you are asking me out mr. Jaegar?"

Eren tried to act cool and said

"I'm just asking an old friend of mine to accompany me after my today's success."

He answered still looking in the mirror observing himself, like if he was indifferent. You laughed with Eren's mood because you found his acting cute.

"Then how can I deny your suggestion? I will be ready by the time you return home."

You told him with a smirk. Eren suddenly felt the happiest man on the planet.  

•Eren indeed got the job and even though he was working he was still living in your apartment. To be more specific, he was sleeping separately from you, in the guest's room.

• It was supposed though to be like you two have agreed at first, for Eren to live with you until he could stand on his own. But none of you were saying anything about it anymore. You two actually were enjoying each other's company and wouldn't like to be separated.  

•One night you returned really tired from your work that the first thing you wanted to do when you would return home was to sleep.  

"Hey Y/N"

Eren greeted you from the couch in which he was sitting, smiling as you got home. You let out a 'hey' with a low voice as you were getting off your heels.

"How was work today?"

He asked you and you answered him by just turning your head towards him, showing him your exhausted state.

"Okay, I get it"

He added.

"How about I prepare you a nice warm bath to help you relax?"

He offered to you as he stood up approaching you.

"No, it's okay Eren. I'm so tired even for this. I will just go to sleep right away. Thanks for the thought."

You answered him as you headed towards your room to change your clothes. Then you visited to bathroom to find your brush. As you were combing your hair Eren appeared and rested himself at the doorframe, crossing his arms. He looked you up and down at you with a smile. You were wearing just a nightgown.

"You are beautiful"

He commented and you stopped your motions looking at him.

"Where did this came from?"

You asked him, observing him, having lips that wanted to smile.

"Nowhere. I'm just telling what I’m seeing."

"Well, thanks"

You answered him awkwardly, not expecting the compliment. Your heart started to beat faster not knowing what to do or say. You two stayed silence.

"W-Well, now, w-will you excuse me?"

You said to Eren still awkwardly by grabbing bathroom's door, meaning that you wanted to close the door and go to the toilet. Eren answered with a double nod and lifted his right lower limb to the air like he was saying 'yeah, of course' and turned away. He also rubbed the back of his neck while walking away, feeling nervous.

•As you returned to your room, you shoved yourself under the blankets and your eyes closed right away. Eren appeared by your door which was slightly open, hoping you haven't slept yet.

"Oh, Y/N, I forgot you to tell you. There's some dinner left. I cooked tonight. Your favourite fooood. Pasta."

He said playfully but as he opened the door more he saw that you have fallen asleep completely. You were laying on your back your face turned to the side. Eren approached you, climbing at the bed's side where was some space. You moved a little in your sleep because your sleeping state felt some interruption. Eren stopped moving, looking at you. He saw that your hands were out of the blanket. He grabbed the blanket's edge and he covered you properly. He then took some hair away that was infront of your face and thought 'Now it's my turn to take care of you'.

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