#ig time to go cry with body checks in my notes!

[nightmare8-420]

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If im a healthy weight then why the fuck do I still look like this

[sleepynoons]

alhaitham x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: omegaverse (alpha!alhaitham + omega!reader), heat, knotting, massive massive MASSIVE breeding kink, impregnation kink, size kink, slight sadism/masochism (more masochism if anything), mentions of pain + hurt, marking + biting, fingering, squirting, unintentional edging (receiving), allusions to dubcon + objectification (but none of it actually), slight nipple play, implied marathon sex

notes: sighs,,, idk how i ended up convincing myself to write omegaverse,,, but i really had a lot of fun with this,,, anyway, i love being an alhaitham fucker, and i love it even more when he loses it and can't be his usual put-together self. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.

edit: 700+ notes?? y’all :((( i’m v touched and also cracking up lol omegaverse ig checks out - but tyssssm for all the love!! reminders that requests are still open (pls read my rules), and i’d love to have moots/anons!!!!

edit x2: 1,000+ notes... y'all... this is a massive milestone for me to hit - thank you so much for all the love on this lil drabble!! there's no amount of words that can describe how grateful i am, truly.

“ALHAITHAM, FASTER!”

you’re whining, sobbing, desperately begging your lover. anything will do – he can even just lie back and let you bounce up and down on his cock. but you’re only in such a frenzied, lucid state because of your heat. alhaitham, on the other hand, is a few weeks out from his next rut, which means he is able to think about what’s rationally best for you.

you’re infuriated. you need more. you need him to mount onto you, pounding and thrusting into you until you’re screaming for him to stop, and even then, he’ll continue to push you over the edge over and over again until you’re a sticky, fucked out doll. the fire in your belly is burning so passionately, and while you would say something snarky or sarcastic to rile alhaitham up, you can barely carry a thought and can only dig your fingernails into his biceps to convey your impatience.

your lover grunts at the piercing sensation and, through gritted teeth, says, “you just started your heat. rushing through it will only hurt you and lengthen your recovery process.”

you groan at his response, overtly dissatisfied and restless. alhaitham’s response is… it’s just so typical of him. he’s detail-oriented, almost scientific in the way he takes care of you. this isn’t your first heat with him, and he’s learned from prior experiences how to ensure your safety and comfort. in fact, the two of you now follow a procedure to prepare for your heat that consists of: gathering all of your favorite snacks and drinks; washing and prepping all of the pillows, clothes, and blankets you’ll need for your nest; and most importantly, figuring out a polite way of telling kaveh that he’s getting “sexiled.”

but this is overkill, you scream in your head. in missionary, alhaitham is going at a steady pace, but what he doesn’t know and can’t feel is that he’s edging you. he’s fanning the flames of your arousal yet never helping you reach the peak. he’s stimulating you at your most sensitive spots and parts, but it’s not enough for your release. he’s torturing you, and he can’t even tell.

“alhaitham,” you cry out for the nth time. “please, please, please! i can’t take it anymore! i just - i need your cock! i need to cum! please, please, i beg you, i promise you i’ll be fine! alhaitham!”

you’re breaking down into tears. by instinct, your body releases more of your scent, and somewhere beyond your crying, your lover takes a deep inhale.

while alhaitham isn’t in his rut, that doesn’t mean he can’t lose control. he hopes you know that he’s doing his best for you, that he’s holding onto the last shreds of his willpower because, if otherwise, he doesn’t know what will become of you. he’s so much bigger, stronger, sturdier than you are, towering over you in both size and strength. he can be painfully forceful, and inflicting pain upon you is the last thing he wants to do.

but you’re sobbing uncontrollably. you’re defenseless yet pleading him to take you roughly, to break in your pussy with his heavy, leaking cock. you want him to use his force to placate your insatiable heat. you need him to overpower you.

he releases a long, shuddering sigh. he attempts to rationalize, consider the potential repercussions of giving in. but he soon realizes he can’t think. your addicting, heady scent, combined with the beautiful sounds of your moans and whimpers, are rendering his mind empty.

it’s pointless. he growls, “you asked for this.”

one second you’re weeping, and the next all of the air inside you is knocked out by a sudden, harsh thrust from alhaitham. he’s going so fast and hard now, cock head brushing against your womb while his balls and knot slap against your asshole. you feel your toes curl at the feeling of being split apart, and your mouth parts to voice salacious moans.

this is what you wanted. you feel your body relax. you just have to take it, take his fat cock bullying your cunt open, take his harsh bites and teething at your nipples, take his seed until you’re filled to the brim. in your mind, all you can think is, you’re his, you’re alhaitham’s, he wants you. the omega in you croons happily, and you’re every bit as delighted as well.

alhaitham grips onto your wrists tightly as he shoves himself into your tight, sticky walls over and over again. at one point, he flips you over, commanding you to raise your ass up higher. as he holds onto your hips, he watches your ass bounce and jiggle as he pounds into you, and he wants to lick down the beautiful curve of your back. you’re doing your best to stifle your screams because somehow, your lover is reaching even deeper, and the scraping of your breasts against the bedsheets is driving you mad.

then, you feel one of alhaitham’s hands reach down, brushing against the fat of your thighs. it’s inching dangerously close to your throbbing clit, and heat rushes up to your face.

“wait, alhaitham, no –“ 

your lover pinches your yearning bud, and you scream. wetness gushing everywhere, you’re squirting and creaming, white cum staining your lover’s cock and leaking out of your pussy. your eyes roll back, and you’ve lost all ability to control your body, which is absolutely shaking as alhaitham continue to rub and flick at your clit as he tries to squeeze his knot into your fluttering hole.

“oh, archons! alhaitham! stop! no, no, it’s too much! it can’t fit!”

alhaitham, still teasing and toying with your pussy, leans over and snarls into your ear, “you were just saying you wanted more. now you can’t take it?”

you’re wailing. you feel as if you’re being ripped apart at the seams. but the thought of alhaitham’s knot is just too delicious to pass on, so you don’t complain anymore. you just accept the waves of pain and pleasure that crash over you as alhaitham finally locks his knot inside you and bites down on your neck.

your lover groans loudly, lost in his delirium as well. after a few more shallow grinds, he reaches his own high, and you feel rope after rope of his cum fill you up. alhaitham’s cum is so warm and gooey and thick that you’re drooling and slobbering over the pillows at being filled up so thoroughly – impregnated – with it.

even as he’s still cumming, alhaitham bites on the shell of your ear and commands, “keep up, because i’m not stopping anytime soon.”

you can only whimper and fist the blankets even tighter at his command, bracing yourself for the next round.

[pubbybutch]

i don’t know if this is a weird request but it’s also my first one.

but i had the idea of abby coming home from a long shift at work, and she finds reader trying to make themself cum?

it just popped into my head and i need it to come to life 🙏🙏

No anon cause I love this trope so much, thank you for trusting me with your first request (ur doing great sweetie!)

(Hope you don’t mind an AU btw <3)

Word Count: 1600 (technically not a drabble ig)

CW: Doctor AU, Abby is a sexy doctor, Strap usage (R! Receiving), AFAB reader, Feminine nicknames used, cowgirl position, tried to keep it race/ethnicity inclusive, mentions of Abby trying to keep you healthy and sleeping well.

No Minors, Men, or general Cunts.

If you see spelling mistakes, no you didn’t. 💚

Abby is tired. And pissed off. But mainly she’s tired, with sore feet and a pounding headache, not helped by the wind howling outside the car causing the rain to beat down heavily on the wind screen. From having to prevent a kid with a broken arm from crying a flood as he called his mom to stopping the blood pouring out of a woman’s intimate parts in the emergency department. It was a very long day.

After running into the house from her now parked car, she pushes the trainers off her feet and takes in the dark hallway, walking back into the kitchen she notices a plate of chilli chicken and rice with a little sticky note attached to the cling film covering the food, ‘gone to bed, eat before you come up <3’ .

She smiled at the note and placed the food in the microwave, yawning as she watched the orange glow and the spinning of the plate in the little metal box. Bed couldn’t come soon enough, but she definitely wasn’t going to face the wrath of a wife scorned by her not eating her delicious food. Made with love, by her love. The blonde was always a bit love struck when sleep deprived.

Inhaling the food and making the executive decision to leave the dishes until the morning, the blonde trudges up the stairs with her feet heavy and her head even heavier. It’s not until she gets to the top of the stairs does she hear the creaking of a bed and hushed whimpers coming from your shared bedroom. She pulls her phone from her pocket and checks the time, ‘00:37’. You should be fast asleep by now.

Peaking her head around the door, not even having to push it open due to you leaving it ajar, she captures what can only be described as a beautiful sight. Abbys pretty little wife lays there. With one of your hands pumping her fingers in and out of your sopping wet cunt with such force your breasts and tummy jiggle lightly with each movement. Your other hand draped over your eyes, shielding you from Abby’s piercing blue gaze. She stands there and watches, leaning against the door frame, enjoying the view and appreciating every little huff and moan leaving your lips.

Finally deciding you’d had enough fun, Abby clears her throat. You jump. Your hand pulls away from your cunt, a shiver running through you as your body yearns to be full again.

“Mrs Anderson,” Abby starts, “you couldn’t wait for me to come home, could you?” Despite her phrasing, it is not a question. It’s an order.

The blonde continues, “Did I not tell you that you were to catch up on sleep, Mrs Anderson?” She tilts her head this time, prompting you to answer. “Yes, Abby…”

“And did you follow the doctor’s orders, pumpkin?”

“No, Abby.” The heat rising up your neck and slithering across your cheeks is a dead give away to Abby as she takes your face in one of her hands, her long, thick thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your cheekbone.

“Since you’re already up, it must mean you’re not tired? Am I right, sweetheart?” The blonde releases you face and takes a step backwards to take all of you in once more.

“Abby I-”

She interrupts you, “Well. Im tired. I’ve had a very long day, sweetheart so if you want to get off, it’s on my terms, we got a deal?” As she speaks she shrugs off her undershirt and undoes the button on her jeans. She watches as you nod and reach out for her, arms outstretched and hands making little grabby motions to try and get her close again. Be grudgingly she steps forward and out of the jeans pooling around her ankles.

Abby is left in her boxer briefs and a white cotton bra as she wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you away from the center of the bed and dropping you on the edge of the mattress. Gripping your chin and pulling your face so that your gaze meets hers, she smirks down at you. “Stay there. Don’t move okay, baby?”

You nod and watch as she goes to the build in wardrobe, her broad shoulders flexing as a hand moves to take the elastic band from the end of her braid, as her hand reaches into the drawer looking for something.

With her hair loose and a harness in her hands Abby slides the leather straps over her hips and into place. Turning back to you, you’re able to see the cock she’s chosen. As she walks forward you come face to phallus with nine inches of dark purple silicone. “You wanna get it wet for me, baby?”

Instead of answering, you slip a hand around the harness and pull her close enough so you can take her length into your mouth. Abby smiles warmly as she watches you only managing to get about half way down the strap, her blue eyes creasing at the edges as you wrap your hand around what you can’t fit in and start rubbing along the shaft. The sight sends a low moan rumbling from Abby’s chest. With a pop, your mouth lets go of the blonde’s cock as she takes a step back and watches as a line of spit connecting the silicone to your bruised lips breaks.

Abby kisses your forehead and sits down on the bed beside you, a blink and you’ll miss it ‘good girl’ falls from her lips as she situates herself against the pillows at the head of the bed. Her finger makes a curling motion, calling you over. Sliding up to sit next her, a hand grips your hips, “Get on top, sweetheart.”

“Abby, I want you to be on top-”

“And I want to go to bed, but since you’re being a needy little brat and not waiting for me to come home before fucking yourself.” She gives your hips a squeeze and continues, “And not listening to me when I tell you that you need more sleep. So now, you’re going to get to cum, but on my grounds. On doctors orders. Okay, baby?”

You nod and move to get straddle Abby’s hips, only to have her reach up and yank you down by the nape of your neck. “I said ‘okay, baby?’ It wasn’t rhetorical.”

“Okay Abby.” She kisses you square on the the lips and let’s you climb up on to her hips, she leans back and watches as you line yourself up with her cock and lower yourself onto the plastic. A tight smirk graces the blonde’s face as she listens intently on the hasty breaths you give out as you become re-accustomed to the stretch that this particular dildo always gives you. As you move your hips up and down, mewls and pants come flooding from your mouth. That knotting tension that never truly left your abdomen from your solo session had returned with what can only be described as a vengeance.

Bouncing up and down on Abby’s cock, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer. Blue eyes scan your whole body, one large rough hand resting on your hip as it helps guide your movements, the other holding one of your tits squeezing the flesh and every so often tugging the hardened nipple as her thumb ran over the sensitive flesh.

Abby’s hips remain surprisingly still, despite your pleas and begging, her stance stays unwavering. This entire session was most definitely on her grounds. Though her body remains relaxed yet unmoving, Abby’s eyes are burning with intensity you can clearly see it, the bubbling want and desperation underneath the stoney exterior.

“Abby-” you huff, exhaustion hits as your desperate moans are met with nothing but raised eyebrows and the occasional ‘yes, princess’.

“I wanna cum, please can I?”

“You’re asking permission, baby? And without being told, oh sweetheart, you can cum anytime you want.”

Without another word your hips slam down against Abby’s, the strap hitting impossibly deep inside as you cum, you rest on top of her. Folding over, you find your head resting underneath your wife’s chin as thick fingers come to the back of your head and her short nails give gentle scratches to your scalp, relaxing you further into the blonde’s firm, broad chest.

Pulling yourself away from Abby and off of her hips you see a creamy ring coating the hilt of the strap as you pull away from your wife. A heat rises to your cheeks once more as Abby sits up properly in the bed and yanks you down into her arms. “Thank you, baby. You did so good.”

Snuggling into her side, you kiss her cheek and strong square jawline as she loosens and slides the harness from her hips.

“Long day, doctor?” Your teasing brings a soft tired smile to Abby’s face as she lets herself yawn. “Like you wouldn’t believe, sweetheart.”

She turns to you, blue eyes staring into yours, deep icy pools that hold such love in them you can’t imagine them ever being cold, “I’m sorry if I was too pushy.”

You laugh and pull the covers up to surround the two of you, “Abigail. We have a safe word for a reason.”

“I know it’s just that-”

You shut her up with a kiss, and once you break it she seems to be content that you had enjoyed the evening, even before she got home. Content and with reassurance, Abby falls asleep and her little wife too.

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[zeruby16]

endless - sung hanbin

18+ MDNI

genre: smut, angst, romance

summary: after realizing you two only had one night left together before your wedding to your jerk of a fiancé, hanbin decides to fight for you one last time.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: afab! reader, dom hanbin; usage of pet names (angel); cursing; oral sex (receiving); fingering; penetration; unprotected sex (please use protection); cream pie; multiple mentions of infidelity; orgasm denial; slight praise kink; please let me know if i missed any

notes: i did not grammar check this, so please have mercy. this is my first time ever publishing anything, so happy publish day to me ig?? anyways, hope you enjoy this piece of filth!

REMINDER: 18+ MDNI

you sat on the bed of your hotel room in silence, allowing your thoughts to consume you.

you were going to get married tomorrow to a man you didn’t love anymore. you loved him, but he proceeded to break your heart multiple times. 

he broke it when he cheated on you with his secretary. he broke it when he publicly shamed you for being a successful business woman and called you greedy for money. he broke it when he flirted with your maid in front of your family. 

he wasn’t the man you fell in love with. he became this monster and you stayed with him. your parents needed this marriage for their company to survive. if you ran away and left him, your parents would be scrutinized and ridiculed. 

they told you multiple times, you didn’t have to go through with it, but you had to. you were forever indebted to your parents. they supported you through thick and thin, they raised you to the women you were today, and they loved you unconditionally. you weren’t going to ruin the one good thing they had even if your heart told you to.

the tears started to stream down your face as you accepted your fate. you had to go through with the marriage. you looked towards the beautiful white gown hanging in your closet. it was the perfect dress. you should feel eager to put it on and have the wedding of your dreams tomorrow, but all you wanted to do was cry your heart out.

you stayed in bed basking in your thoughts, letting your emotions out as much as you could before the ‘special day’. then, you heard a knock.

it wasn’t any knock, it was his knock.

sung hanbin.

your future husband’s best man. the most reliable friend he could ever ask for and the man you’ve been sleeping with to cure the pain you endure from your fiance. 

when he would cheat, hanbin was your shoulder to cry on. when he verbally attacked you, hanbin was your defender. if he ignored you, hanbin was the one who would give you his undivided attention. he was always there.

sung hanbin was the answer to all your problems, but you couldn’t marry him. he couldn’t be your knight and shining armor. 

you walked towards your door hesitantly as you acknowledged what could happen if you opened it. you placed your hand on the knob and twisted it open, finding the man of your dreams.

he was still dressed in the dress rehearsal attire. his hair was ruffled as if he had been agitated about something and his shirt sleeves were up to his elbows. 

you looked at him sincerely, wanting to convey how sorry you felt, yet how much you longed for him. 

for his touch, his presence, and his being.

you silently broke the promise you made to yourself and walked further into your room with the door open, welcoming hanbin inside. once you heard the door close, you turned around to see him visibly disheveled. 

“you’re actually going through with it?” 

“hanbin, i have to.”

he came closer towards your body and took your hands. his touch was soothing. he could heal any troubles you felt with it. 

“why can’t we run away? why can’t you leave him?” he caressed your fingers, specifically the one which showcased your engagement ring.

“you know why, it would ruin everything,” his eyebrows scrunched at your reasoning. you always knew what hanbin felt based on his eyes and he felt betrayed. why wouldn’t he?

“he’s going to ruin your life, y/n. he doesn’t deserve you,” you caressed his face gently.

“i know, but i need to do this for my family,” hanbin pulled away from your touch.

“no, you don’t even know the things he has said behind your back. he acts as if you’re a hassle when you’re not,” he ranted.

“h-he pretends as if he doesn’t have the most incredible woman in the world. he doesn’t realize how much you’re worth and if you marry him, it’ll be so much worse.”

the tears you had finished drying started to come out again, showing your vulnerability to hanbin. sometimes you wished you never fell for hanbin’s kindness because if you hadn’t you could avoid the heartbreak.

“i need to do this, hanbin. i have no other choice,” you pleaded, begging him to stop. the more he spoke, the more you actually wanted to give in. to his love, his touch, his everything.

“you have me,” he pulled your hands to his chest as you stared into his brown eyes deeply.

“we can’t, we’ve already--”

“we’ve what? loved each other? fucked each other? it doesn’t matter, you and i will never be satisfied unless we have each other completely,” he started to move the front pieces of your hair behind your ears.

you froze at the gesture. he knew the effect he had on you. he knew your body religiously. you were putty in his hands.

“hanbin, i get married tomorrow,” you nearly whimpered. you wanted him to ruin you. you wanted him to love you, hold you, comfort you, but you couldn’t give in.

“and?” he grabbed your face as he leaned in. you closed your eyes, trying to find a way to escape your desire for him. 

“look at me sweetheart,” he moved your chin up, allowing you to see the lust present in his eyes that stared directly at your lips.

“do you think he’ll fuck you like i do?” he started. 

you were going insane. you melted into his touch.

“does he know you scream my name every night?” he moved his hands from your face to your hips, starting to caress them lightly.

“does he think you touch yourself to the thought of him?” his fingers danced around the zipper of your dress. 

you couldn’t help but place your head against his as you started to breathe heavily. all you wanted to do was jump onto him and take him then and there.

“hanbin,” you breathed.

“yes, angel?” he acted as if he hadn’t been teasing you, finding the pressure points to have you under his control.

“please,”

“please what?”

“please fuck me.”

“there’s my girl,” he smirked before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

his lips molded into yours perfectly conveying everything unspoken between you two. he poured his soul into the kiss as if it was your last. you let yourself fall into his hold because it’s all you’ve ever wanted. he furthered the kiss as his tongue met yours and he kissed you hungrily, like he would never have enough.

he pulled away and started to kiss your open neck, leaving small bruises.

“this is all mine. he’ll never have the pleasure of seeing you like this,” he growled. you slightly pulled on his hair wanting him to mark you further, you would cover it anyways.

he kissed you feverishly as his hands found the zipper of your dress and he let the fabric fall to your feet to see your breasts uncovered. 

“did you want him to see you? did you want him to touch you like i do?” he teased toying with your nipples.

“no,” you moaned lightly at his touch.

“i wanted you.”

his lips neared your nipple and he took it fully into his mouth, biting it slightly. his mouth was relentless as he attacked your chest leaving small hints of purple everywhere. he wanted to show the world how you were his.

wanting to touch him, you started to unbutton his dress shirt and he tore it off immediately. you could feel his cock harden while you caressed his body up and down. you lightly palmed him as you unzipped his pants and touched his tip over his boxers, earning a groan from him.

he pulled your body closer to his as he moved you towards the edge of the bed. you fell back onto the mattress and pulled him down with you wanting him to continue worshiping your body. your back started to arch towards him while his lips neared the hem of your underwear. 

he touched your clothed core feeling the effects of his words and chuckled. hanbin in public was the sweetest person you knew, him in bed with you on the other hand was a different story.

“you’re soaking wet and i’ve barely started,”

“hanbin,” you moaned and he came up to you as his hands separated your legs.

“yes, love?”

“i need you,”

“where?”

“inside, please,”

“since you asked so kindly.”

he pulled down your underwear, allowing your core to feel the cool breeze of the room while he kissed your thighs. you whimpered continuously, begging him to touch you. your wish was granted when he placed his mouth onto your heat. 

you swallowed a moan, trying to conceal yourself from making any noise. his tongue brushed your clit relentlessly while he positioned your legs over his shoulders allowing him to kiss deeper. he was fucking you with his toungue and you were in bliss. 

“don’t hold your moans, i want to hear your sweet voice,” he teased. you still concealed your moans knowing the possibility of them being heard were high.

hanbin, wanting the opposite, pushed a finger into you and proceeded to take it out, repeating the action rapidly.

“hanbin!”

“atta girl, can you take another?”

“yes!” you screamed out.

you were feeling so much, but you needed more. you wanted all of him.

“when did my girl become so needy?” he pushed another finger into you, building up a knot in your stomach.

he fingered you endlessly and kissed your core making you moan his name like a prayer. your body was shivering at the stimulation you felt and hanbin sensed your climax coming. he kept going and pushed you near the edge until he pulled his fingers out.

you whimpered at the emptiness and looked towards him. he had all your juices on his face and placed his fingers into your mouth so you could taste them for yourself.

“i’m sorry angel, but wouldn’t you rather come with my cock?” he suggested. 

you sat up expectantly seeing him pull his pants down followed by his boxers. his member was hard to the point of his tip being red dripping with pre cum and you reached out to touch him.

you rubbed his tip and stroked him while he groaned. you looked up to see his eyes closed in pleasure as he bit his lip to hide his little moans. he pulled your hands off of him, making you whimper again.

your eyes followed him making his way to the bed placing himself behind you. he kissed the nape of your neck and lightly massaged your back.

“as much as i want you to ride me, can you get on all four for me darling?” you quickly placed your hands and knees on the mattress, looking forward and meeting his eyes through the mirror placed right in front of the bed. he grabbed your waist with both of his hands.

“i want you to see how much of a mess you are just for me,” he said, dragging his tip along your folds.

he teased your cunt with his tip until he slowly inserted himself, bottoming out. you loudly moaned as you adjusted and hanbin peppered your back with kisses.

“you alright angel?” his tone changed.

“yes,” you nodded with your eyebrows scrunched giving yourself time to take in all his length. he always filled you perfectly. 

“please move,” you begged as you placed your head onto the mattress, allowing hanbin to go deeper.

he thrusted slowly at first until he realized you were squirming for more. he fastened his pace and lightly pulled your hair to show your face in the mirror.

“look at me sweetheart, look at who’s making you lose yourself,” you looked at his face in the mirror seeing the satisfaction he felt having you to himself. his eyes pierced yours while he rammed into your spot at a rapid rate. 

“more!” you moaned, your eyes closed from all the pleasure he was giving you. your body needed more of him. 

he took one of his hands off of your waist and reached for your breasts, hugging them closer to his body so he could get you at a different angle. his pounding never stopped and you moaned his name as if it was the only word you knew.

your hands held his arm and he showered your neck with kisses as he played with one of your nipples. his other hand rubbed your clit mercilessly and you lost yourself in him. 

“you look so pretty like this, all fucked out for me,” he taunted his eyes meeting your in the mirror. you looked like a mess.

your hair was disheveled. your tears of pain and pleasure ran down your face with your mascara. your chest showed small bruises of his marks. you were at hanbin’s glory and you wanted it.

you screamed louder as you neared your climax. while focused on releasing the knot in your stomach, he placed one of his hands on top of yours fiddling with your fingers.

“hanbin, i’m so close,”

“i want you to look at me while you cum. can you do that for me angel?,” you nodded, finding his eyes once again and gasping at his quickened pace.

“oh my fuck, hanbin-” he grunted as you tightened around him, fucking you through your orgasm. he came inside of you right after and slowed down, panting near your ear as your breaths stilled.

“you’re amazing,” he kissed your head while slowly pulling out, his cum leaking out of you. you fell onto his chest exhausted, sitting upright. he moved his fingers towards your core, making sure nothing was left behind.

afterward, he laid you down on your back and brought warm towels to clean yourselves.

he laid down facing you, looking at your peaceful state. there was nothing bothering you at that moment, it was only you and him. 

you brought your hand to caress his face softly and noticed your finger was empty. he took your ring, but you could care less. the man you wanted wasn’t the man who gave you the ring.

“i had to,” he sighed into your touch.

“hanbin,”

“i know, but let us have this one night. please,” his forehead met with yours. you kissed him softly, wanting him to feel the love you had for him.

“i love you sung hanbin,” his eyes lit up. they suddenly sparkled, looking at you with admiration.

“i don’t think i will ever stop loving you and tonight i want to sleep in your arms knowing i got the chance to tell you.”

he hugged you and you nuzzled your face into his bare chest welcoming his warmth and comfort.

“i love you too angel and my love for you is endless,” he whispered. his breaths fell into the rhythm of your and you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

the sunlight woke you up.

it was your wedding day.

you found hanbin’s arm holding you while he slept peacefully. you looked at his face, remembering the outlines of it as if it was a map. tears started to form in your eyes as you pulled away from his hold and got out of bed. 

you found the pajamas you were meant to wear and put them on. your maid of honor, yunjin, had texted you about getting ready in her room. she had your shoes, makeup, and jewelry. the only thing you had to take was your wedding dress. 

hanbin placed your ring on the nightstand of your side. you grabbed it and placed it on your finger, acknowledging your fate. you unhooked your dress from the closest and held it gently in your arms.

you looked towards hanbin on the bed, tears streaming down your face as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

“thank you for loving me.”

walking away heartbroken, you quietly opened the door and closed it behind you, losing the love of your life as he cried knowing he lost you.

a/n: thank you for reading, sorry for any grammar mistakes

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[old-skyguy]

TMA fears as ASMR concepts

Disclaimer: I wrote this months ago in my notes app. This is not proofread in the *slightest*. So. It's gonna be shit. Lol. Enjoy, ig.

Also not canon compliant whatsoever so don't complain about that because I know.

-Michael Distortion: (POV: you're in the spiral) it's just 15 minutes of Michael whispering the same "baby sharchivist dododododo" tune and then him getting killed by Helen in the last minute.

-Nikola Orsinov does your skincare routine but it's just a direct parody of the Victor Van Dort does your Nails video where instead of the bts poster, the "blanket" is a black and white circus poster (see: Danny Stoker) that crumbles to ash when he puts it on. Also at the end she tries to do a "chemical peel" she found on "the internets". Michael comes in at the end and PRESIDENTIAL ALERT THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGG.

"Why are you screaming? that's very rude, you know. Especially after I talked to your BOSS for you. And that was NOT an enjoyable experience. He's such a tool >:(("

"Spill the tea, archivist" "oh sorry, did you want some? Sorry ...too bad. You can't have this :33" "WHERE ARE MY MANNERS??" *sticks pinky finger out* "there! Much better"

-Jane Prentiss' GRWM but she doesn't have any other clothes so it's just "time for the fit check!!" *Camera cuts to her dress for one (1) second* then her makeup is just dirt, dirt, and "the worms love you."

-Simon Fairchild and Michael Crew giggle with each other while huddled together and whispering/gossiping and asking "should we do it, should we do it?" "Yeah yeah let's be bad" while shushing each other while occasionally interacting with the listener for 5 minutes and then the rest of the video is just them torturing them via the ocean (them holding you underwater for 2 minutes with muffled gurgling bubble noises accompanied by underwater ocean sounds and silent panicking), throwing you into the sky at extreme velocity (sounds of air blasting your eardrums for a solid 3 minutes before an airplane hits you full force and you fall back into the ocean...which is another whole minute of falling and panicking.), and then the rest of the video is just them laughing while basically using your limp, dazed body as a kite.

-Elias Bouchard beats you with a metal pipe ASMR.

-POV: Gerard Keay breaks into your house at 2:27 AM and ransacks it looking for a LEITNER "WHERE TF IS I- oh. You're awake..Hi." before leaving through the window but he can't make himself fit through so it's just a full minute of him struggling and awkwardly laughing while apologizing over and over. All this time, he's wearing so much eyeliner, he looks like Jeff the Killer. You point this out and he just goes "Oh! Thank you! :D"

-"Buried Alive ASMR: You Get Buried Alive. You are getting buried alive. Someone is burying you. Alive. It is peaceful." (Unnecessarily long, redundant title for what's just screaming that gets slowly muffled as the video goes on and more dirt is piled on top of you before you start to sound content and just. Go to sleep. At that point. Snoring.)

-The Vase eats your boyfriend in the other room. It's just sounds of porcelain and snoring and fleshy eating sounds with ear eating but it slowly progresses to sounds that make less and less sense until it's just the skeleton sound effects from Minecraft.

-POV spiders crawl all over you. They have covered your door in spiderwebs. You fall asleep crying but wake up to being choked to death via spiders crawling inside you and blocking your windpipe.

-Jared Hopworth, the Boneturner, turns your bones with sounds of squishy flesh moving around in the background. At the end, you get eaten by The Monster Pig™ and meat (lol) the body of the missing clown.

-You get sacrificed to The Desolation. Sounds of distant screaming is heard in the right ear while sounds of maniacal/pained laughter is heard in the left. Fire crackles throughout the woods.

-You are getting chased by something. You get stalked with a lot of tension at the beginning; sticks cracking, creepy giggling, devious sounds all around. Your breathing is uneasy, but then the sounds stop and you breathe a sigh of relief and go back to stoking your campfire. Something growls and finally says "evening" and starts counting down. From 5. You bolt away from your campsite downhill for 2 minutes breathing heavily and fast before you trip on a stick and tumble down the mountain getting hit by trees and sent over rocks. You're about to pass out, but then you hear sniffing and growling in your direction and you get back up with an "o shit" and hide in a tree. When the monster sniffs out your hiding spot, it can't reach you. The rest of the video is slightly muffled Gangnam Style.

-POV: Peter Lukas kidnaps you, throws you in a sack, and you are put on a ship to a deserted island. This part is just sounds of boards creaking and boat rocking sounds while you fall asleep to the sounds of Peter's VERY heavy snoring. You're both startled awake by distant "land ho!" And a very gruff Peter's voice talking to himself going "I'm up I'm up ugh". Rustling of the bag is heard while he picks you up and fumbles around with you. You're getting passed around and jostled a bunch. At one point he burns his toast. Sounds of intense crunching can be heard from this along with him saying "elgh" as if disgusted. Finally, he brings you to the deck and throws you overboard onto a deserted island (your bones break and you scream "MY LEGS") before you can hear him far away saying "alright, set sail, we're done here." You manage to get out of the bag (you are wincing, the drop heavily contorted your body) and the sun shines at you while birds squack above and the coast crashes onto the shore. You slowly lose your mind.

-POV you're in the War™ and get shot in the arm and fall into a cave with one of your comerades. You guys shakily and awkwardly attempt to make small talk as you both bleed out on top of several hundreds of other corpses. The Piper is heard in the distance getting louder. When he finally gets to you after taking your friend, you fall into a bottomless pit while he's up there yelling "OH FUCKING COME ONNNN." When you get out on the other side after a minute of silence with faint sounds of "I will remember you" plays quietly through the silence. When you get out, Mike and Simon are snickering before you cough up blood when they start bursting out in laughter being like "I'm sorry I'm SO sorry really but it's JUST. SO FUNNY."

-POV: Robert Montauk is preparing to kill you, sharpening his tools and humming and whatnot before Julia comes in and asks what her dad's doing. While he's distracted, you escape the shitily tied knots and run through pitch dark while he chases you with an axe. "COME BACK. COME BACCKKK. YOU FUCKER I NEED YOU. FUCKER." You run into a church. Manuela Dominguez tries to apprehend you. It doesn't work. "Where the hell's Fairchild when you need him?"

Robert bursts through the church and gets pissed at you for making him scream curse words that his daughter could hear. Throws the axe at you. He misses. Now you have a weapon. You charge at him but fall through another pitch black hole where none other than yours truly are on the other side of it laughing their ASSES off just DYING. "OK. OK Whooooo. We SWEAR that was the last of it hahaha" "haha yeah just some guys bonding over a good laugh, you understand."

-The End. Just. An end screen.

You're dropped into Season one Jon's office and they (annoyed) take your statement. Typing sounds are heard while you frantically go "then the old guy..a-nd then the other old guy then the 2 old men and. And. Worm lady. Skin. Chemical peel." As they mumble "uh huh, yeah. Heh, heard that one before. No go on, go on." When statement ends, you leave but stay at the door to eavesdrop while they skepticize like "this man needs some antispychotics and he needs them NOW. Ugh. My job is utter buffoonery. MAHTIN."

You turn to walk away but get ambushed by Elias Bouchard. The last sound of the video is just a metal pipe hitting you over the head.

[angeldarkrose]

“I’m sorry.”

You continuously said, “I’m sorry.” But that does absolutely nothing to me. That doesn’t fix anything, doesn’t even make a dent in the damage you did. How was that a good enough apology for what you did to me? Want to know why? Why is it not a good enough apology? Want to know what you did to me? Ig I should start with the notes I made back in June when nothing got through your head. Nobody who was in love should ever feel the way I did when making these notes on June 9th

Before that on May 29th I let my phone die just to get away from you for ten minutes. All I wanted to do was paint in peace and sadly the only thing I could do to get away from your begging was just that. Let it die. I shouldn’t have had to do that. But oh well. June 11th after those notes were made, I cried to my mom about how terrible I felt about myself. I felt disgusted (and I still do). I felt like the only reason you complimented me was so that I would get naked for you. You dragged me in with a nice guy act from the beginning of our time till the end of May. June showed your true colors but I stayed. I wish I could send you videos from May 17th when I was screaming with my best friend about how happy I was to talk to you. The first time we got off the phone, that smile didn’t leave my face for hours. Every time we got off the phone till you guessed it. June. June 22nd with me blacking out should’ve never happened. If you saw how I was, there should have been no pushing. I stayed up till 6am crying that morning while you slept.July 22 your effort slipped completely. What went from getting messages all the time, it went to only getting messages as you walked out the door. I no longer felt important. We had 2 good important conversations between these dates too. But I stayed because I felt too much love for you. July 24 as you saw on my snap story I was so happy. ANY time we talked that's what I looked like. Your voice was the light in my life, so was your laugh. I listened intently to you so I knew what you liked and how you felt at all times. Which is why when you told me a month later that I just wanted to feel included my heart shattered. I just wanted to know you. August 5th. The day my heart was the heaviest it’s ever felt. I was distant that night on the phone because I was going to block you that night when you fell asleep. But yet again I had too much love for you. So I stayed and dealt with everything. Just like you said I had to. I could’ve proved you wrong. You called me at like 3 am that day too and I thought that finally your effort would go back up. I was wrong. August 15th. The day I realized I was nothing but a sex body for you. After not talking for days no matter my mood it seemed like it’s all you wanted. I told you that. But it was blamed on me and your mental health. For months on end I put up with nothing but endless sexualization from you because I wanted you in my life no matter what. But I couldn’t stand to look at myself officially from that day on. August 19th I tried to fix us while you let us drown. My heart sank instead. I stayed through everything just for you to give up. I messaged you in mornings, at night, while riding attractions at theme parks (literally ON them. Riding them), walking around the parks, at lakes. Everywhere I could because I had the effort. I had your city on every widget on my phone. I checked the weather to make sure you were safe. I asked about your hobbies but got nothing but excuses and a stab in the heart back. Even after everything I stayed for you. I defended you to everyone who hated you. But I should’ve let them do what they wanted. I officially dislocated two of my fingers just to save you from the raft because I still believed you didn’t deserve it. Don’t get me wrong. We had manyyyyy great nights, laughs,calls and I’ll always remember them but they’ll be locked up. I don’t want them anymore. I appreciate every single gift I was given. I just wish I had more of your time than your money. You were all I wanted. You were enough for me. Now? As of the 31st I'm still stuck. You’re blocked officially from the 29th. I sobbed so hard I almost threw up after hitting that button. But it had to be done. That whole day it became clear on what happened. I was naive. And I still am. Will always be. People your age seen you for who you are but I couldn’t. But that’s okay. I can handle it now after the week of not being able to eat without throwing up and staying up 48 hours due to heartbreak. Yesterday. Goodness. Yesterday the 29th. I fell asleep at 5am didn’t wake

[thefeathereddragon]

Hey Tumblr. I dont post much on here but if you follow me on my other socials you know my sweet Monkey!

Well, this week, something triggered him to go into anaphylactic shock and the only vet that would see him was an hour out.. i didnt think to grab a charger and got there with 1% and directions there and back written all over my hand. The whole way there i kept my hand in his carrier, and he would put his forehead in my palm and cry whenever i had to take it away. As i passed Florida and North Carolina tags, i just sobbed. I certainly had a right to be stressed with a dying cat in my passenger seat but i knew to count my lucky stars that there was a vet to go to, that the roads were there to drive on, and so many other factors.

They kept him overnight. My baby wasnt doing good at all. His face was so swollen, his body was trying to seize as they took him back, and he wasnt able to come off of oxygen at all overnight. He was still breathing fast when i picked him up, but once we got in the car headed home he slowly but surely leveled out. He takes medicine like a champ and so far he’s been doing great- swelling all the way down, breathing normal, sleepy from meds, and maybe a little anxious (he’s been sleeping closer to us and hanging out closer) but things are looking up in that regard.

But it’s just my boyfriend working. We were able to put the expense on his credit card this time, but this year we’ve also spent $15k in car repairs, and had just started to recover from that when this happened. By next wednesday 10/16, we’ll have spent $3000 and we still arent 100% sure if he will have to go on medication for life or not. Im not asking for donations without giving back in return so ive been brainstorming on how i could help build ourselves back up and keep an emergency vet fund on me in case this happens again. But as it stands right now, if it happens again too soon, i may not be so fortunate and will have to make a gut-wrenching decision.

I know cats don’t live forever, but Monkey is only a year old. He came to me last September as a 3 week old kitten, who had been lost from mom for so long he was starving, dehydrated, and so weak. I had lost my 9 year old, Pixel, earlier that year, and my cousin Andy was murdered the same weekend he was born. When i first held him, i said the same thing my granddaddy said about me as an infant; “just like a Monkey!” cause i had long little toes and Monkey is a Polydactyl. In many ways, it feels like all three of them hand picked this cat for me, so he is very special to me.

So here is some of my art! Ive been working on improving and growing my skillset so I’d love to tackle animals/pet portraits, classic cars, landscapes/skies, etc but my forte as of late has definitely been more anime/cartoon style. If you feel led to donate or support me in any way, put a prompt in the notes or message me and i will get back to you asap. I’ll post some more examples soon or you can follow my IG/FBpage; thefeathereddragonart and if you’d like to see some extremely cute videos of Monkey, go check out my tiktok TheFeatheredDragon

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[interpolationz]

episode nine, final episode, over

genuinely nothing in the world could have prepared me for that

i'm in a state of shock

i have literally never sobbed like that over any type of fiction and that's saying a LOT

like i cry about fiction quite often really- but i don't cry like that unless it genuinely feels like the world is ending

what the fuckkkkkkkk did they do to me

okay.....THEYRE ALLOWED TO KILL THEM??

i totally called it with heimerdinger (not checking the spelling) that they could just throw anyone out now but i didn't BELIEVE IT??

one a totally separate note all of a sudden the characters all look like they belong in league, i can only guess why but i was very suddenly aware that this was league of legends. i think the fact they were all fighting together also distinctly looked like they were a team in a video game. plus the fact that they have their final designs which i imagine line up with league champions in general more.

i can say i'm still a bit miffed we didn't get to see the machine herald but i will take the emotional resolution anyway.

i think that was possibly the most emotionally satisfying pieces of media i've ever consumed. really genuinely impressive i'm running out of vocabulary for it.

most of the sobbing is credited towards viktor and jayce's confrontation, fucking gorgeous, everything.

ARE THEY DEAD- like narratively i can't imagine they're alive in any capacity, does mel know?? not that i particularly cared for her (romantic) relationship with jayce but like he just vanished on her.

also that whole confrontation was really gay. like REALLY. i love a good delusional take on characters who weren't written to be queer- but there just isn't a way to read that without acknowledging it surpasses normative relational boundaries. like they are soulmates, no matter how you think that's expressed, whatever that was is beyond most bonds.

JINX??? DEADDDD

WHATTTT

while i'm surprised other characters die it didn't feel completely impossible- but JINX?

i didn't know they were allowed to do that

absolutely adore her relationship with vi in the final episode, really felt balanced, they're not fixed, but it's a positive direction

this is stream of consciousness if you happen figured out so back to the boys

OH MY GOD whatttttt

okay i have to admit i really wanted to see jayce and viktor be like- bitter enemies for like a good at least six years before making up (if ever in canon) but i still can't deny that was beautiful and better than anything i could have imagined. i don't think it would really be possible to create such a satisfying ending with my preferences so ill acknowledge that the show made the right choice.

also

still mourning the lack of MACHINE. i was hoping we'd get to see victors final form not built by the arcane, but like, metalll. i know i love said this like five time already i dont care. the whole, hextech getting stripped away from him and rebuilding his body from metal was insane and im afraid now i have to confront im just also a fan of the admittedly distinct league of legends character.

MADDIE ohhhhh i nearly forgott

she was so cute, and yet, so- idk what happened there. it was bothering me that it seemed like we never saw her really act after caitlyn just...left her? but yeah ig that makes sense.

i'm going to start crying again if i try and remember what the actual quotes are but holy shit the things jayce says to viktor in this episode are CRAZY- like everything i've ever wanted a fictional character to say out loud wtfffffff

oh my godddd that scene makes me SICK

okay okay it's been twenty minutes i've been procrastinating now- i'll start act III

once again arcane live-blogging will be restricted to this thread and spoilers will be under read more cuts

good luck everyone 🫡

[wnderkoo]

“Let me get this straight.. you want me to break up with you for 24 hours so you can go barricade yourself in our bedroom and cry to Taylor Swift?”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, crack, not real angst but it's still there ig word count: 2.1k warnings: they’re really in love, jungkook best boyfriend, reader really goes thru it listening to this album, mentions of jake gllynhaal, spiderman far from home spoilers if u haven’t already seen it, did i mention that they’re really in love? alcohol consumption (like 2 beers) note: yes the title is also a TS song, because ‘i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover’ is literally jeon jungkook???

Your eyes flutter awake at the first inklings of sunlight that peek in through the bedroom window, the warm rays on your skin stirring you towards consciousness. With half a mind, you reach blindly for your phone to check the time, wincing at the brightness of the screen as you bring it to your face, squinting enough to see that it’s only 7:03am. 

What finally shakes you awake though, is the notification sitting at the top of the pile on your screen. Listen to Red (Taylor’s Version), out now! You blink a few times, wondering if you’re dreaming, but when you check the date beneath the time, November 12th, you realise that today is in fact, the re-release of one of Taylor Swift’s greatest albums of all time. You grin like a mad-woman, whisper screaming oh my god! as you scroll through the track-list.

You finally take notice of the arm draped over your waist and the warmth at your back, twisting and coming face to face with your sleeping lover. You smile, your body’s automatic response to seeing him. You reach up to place a kiss on Jungkook's pouty lips, sincerely apologising in advance for the day ahead.

His eyebrows furrow and the arm around your waist tightens, bringing you closer to him until your face is buried in the crook of his neck. You can't help but smile against his skin, your eyes falling closed as you let him fill your senses.

"Go back to sleep," He rasps, thumb rubbing back and forth on your hip as if to soothe you. You're already halfway there before Jungkook presses a gentle kiss to your hair, and it's all you need to tip over the precipice.

The next time you're awake, it's almost 10. By the time you shower and get ready for the day, Jungkook is up and making breakfast in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes greeting you as you step out of the bedroom.

"Good morning," Jungkook smiles, opening his arms to bring you into a hug. Your arms snake around his waist, face pressed against the cotton of his light grey tee as you murmur a good-morning in reply.

It's when the both of you are sat at the dining table, eating the pancakes Jungkook had cooked, when you decide to bring up your absurd proposition.

"Kook?" His head tips up at the sound of his name, face mid-way through a mouthful of pancakes. He swallows before replying, "Yeah?"

"Red came out today," You begin, not really sure how you were supposed to get this out. "I hate to break it to you babe, but red's been out for a while now.." You playfully roll your eyes with a smile, at least he's cute. "The Taylor Swift album, not the colour." you deadpan, shaking your head. Jungkook replies with an outstretched ohhh.

"And I need you to break up with me-" Jungkook's eyes widen, almost choking on his pancakes when he hears the sentence that comes out of your mouth. "Wait! Let me finish," You exclaim, wanting to laugh at his horrified expression. But something in your heart warms, knowing that would be his reaction if you ever said something like that- which you never would. You were adamantly in love with this man.

"Just for like a day, so I can listen to this album and pretend I'm heartbroken. It doesn't hit the same when you're in a loving relationship. Also! we're still dating, so don't you dare go out and start fucking random girls, cause then I really will be heartbroken." You look over at Jungkook, who seems to be processing your words with every slow chew.

"So let me get this straight.. you want me to break up with you for 24 hours so you can go barricade yourself in our bedroom and cry to Taylor Swift?"

"Yes." You say with a straight face, and Jungkook shakes his head incredulously.

"You're lucky I love you, you know," He says, chuckling at the way your eyes light up. "Are you serious? I didn't think you'd actually say yes," You can't help the smile that erupts on your face, jumping out of your chair and coming around the table to straddle Jungkook's lap. You hug him tight, and his arms automatically slide around your waist.

"As long as you're still mine at the end of the day, I don't care what you do." He says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear when you pull back to look down at him. "I love you," You sigh, kissing him softly. "I love you," He smiles when you both pull away.

"I can't believe I'm doing this shit." Jungkook sighs from where he stands in your shared bedroom.

"Shut up, you literally agreed to it." You roll your eyes, walking towards him to swat his arm. "I didn't think we'd be roleplaying!" He exclaims and you roll your eyes again.

"Just pretend to break up with me." You say, standing in front of him with your arms crossed. "Break my heart, go on Jeon." Jungkook blinks down at you for a moment. "Um, this isn't working out?" He says slowly. You roll your eyes, but nod at him to keep going.

"It was fun.. but I think we should see other people. I still love you a lot, and the memories we made will always be in my heart forever. I hope one day you find someone who treats you the way you deserve.." His hand comes up to tuck your hair behind your ear, for dramatic purposes. "Because you deserve the world, and I'm sorry I couldn't give you that."

"Goodbye, _____."

You stand rooted on the floor, and watch as he walks away, not turning back once before he closes the bedroom door behind him.

You immediately start crying, making a mental note to later ask Jungkook where the fuck he pulled that out of. Too many Kdramas, you think. Still crying, you shut the curtains, submerging the room in darkness, before curling up in bed and pressing play on your heartbreak anthem.

In the living room, Jungkook stands at the kitchen island, running a hand through his hair. He's about to go back into the bedroom to see if you're okay when he hears the music blaring through the walls. Shaking his head, he decides to be useful and get things done around the apartment, so at least after your fake break-up, you can come out into a clean and tidy home.

He’s mid-way through the dishes when the doorbell rings. Jungkook washes his hands, drying them with a tea-towel before heading towards the door. 

Jungkook takes one look at the male at his front door and shakes his head, moving to the side to let him in. “Did you just get dumped for a day too?” He asks, closing the door behind him. “She kicked me out of my own house!” Taehyung exclaims, toeing off his shoes before collapsing onto the couch. Jungkook laughs as he makes his way to the fridge, bringing out two beers and tipping off the caps. He hands one to Taehyung before leaning back against the couch. 

“To our crazy- beautiful, but crazy women,” Taehyung says in a toast, bringing his beer up. “Who we love to death nevertheless.” Jungkook adds before clinking his beer with Tae’s and chugging it down in 3 gulps. 

The rest of the after-noon is spent playing video-games and talking about how in love they had to be to put up with their girlfriend’s antics. They’re 100% tipsy, but Jungkook’s words are genuine when he says you’re the person he wants a future with. When the two of them somehow land on the topic of marriage, Jungkook says it in a heartbeat, that you’re the only one he’d ever want to marry. There truly was no one else.

Jungkook orders a pizza and after about 4 action movies, Taehyung finally decides to go home. The two grown men wish each other luck before saying goodbye.

Jungkook closes the front door behind him with a sigh. The music has been playing all day, and Jungkook has heard you scream (cry) the words ‘and you call me up again just to break me like a promise!’ at least 8 times. He starts to get genuinely worried, but knows you’d absolutely have his balls if he interrupted you, so he stays out of the bedroom. He eats dinner alone, missing your presence at the table more than he thought he would. 

Jungkook gets ready for bed in the bathroom down the hall, barely used, since there was an ensuite in your bedroom. The spare bedroom was turned into a recreation room, with your painting supplies on the desk by the window, and bookshelves lining the walls. Other abandoned hobbies lay around the room, and Jungkook smiles at them. You were always so outgoing, he loved that about you- he loved everything about you though. Jungkook fishes out a spare blanket from the storage cupboard and heads to his bed for the night. The couch is relatively comfortable, but nothing could ever compare to his own bed, with you in his arms. 

After an hour of mindlessly scrolling on his phone, Jungkook falls asleep to the soft hum of your music seeping through the walls.

You stir in your sleep, finding the usual warmth that cocoons you, missing. Your eyes open, and you turn on your side to find Jungkook’s side of the bed empty. You sit up, rubbing at your eyes, only to realise you had fallen asleep with your mascara still on. You had put it on earlier to maximise the effect of a breakup, letting it streak down your cheeks as you listened to All Too Well and watched the short film. A tub of ice-cream lay finished on your bedside table, and the music still played from the speaker beside it.

Your hazy state has you worrying if Jungkook had up and left, a tear escapes, running down your cheek, and before you know it you can’t stop them as they silently fall. You knew you were a handful, but Jungkook had never chastised you- telling you a million times he could handle you. But what if this had pushed him to the edge?

With tear stained cheeks and a quivering bottom lip, you slide out of bed, deciding to look for your lost lover. You don’t miss the plate of lasagna on the hallway table, next to your bedroom door. He had thought of you during dinner. The search doesn’t take long, when you step into the living room, sprawled out on the couch with a tiny blanket draped over him, your Jungkook slept peacefully. You breathe a sigh of relief that comes out as a whimper as you trembled towards the couch.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow when he feels a body slide onto him, clutching his sides tightly and crying into his neck. When your familiar scent registers, he’s wide awake and wrapping an arm around you, rubbing up and down your back soothingly. 

He sits up carefully, adjusting you on his lap to make sure you’re comfortable before he’s brushing the strands of hair, wet from your crying, away from your face. “I thought you left.” You sob miserably and Jungkook’s heart cracks. “I would never.” He murmurs, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “Stop crying now,” He whispers softly, thumb caressing your skin in the most loving way.

“I woke up alone,” You mumbled, the tears finally stopping. You aware you looked like a mess, eyes swollen from your crying earlier, plus the smudged mascara. But Jungkook didn’t seem to care at all, he never cared how you looked. 

“I thought you were still you know, going through our break-up” Jungkook grins, making you smile. “I’m over it,” You sigh, cupping his face in your cheeks. “Missed you too much,” Leaning down, you kiss him gently, having missed those lips since this morning. “I missed you too.” 

Jungkook moves you to lean against the couch, heating up some dinner for you before grabbing your makeup remover from the bathroom. Your heart clenches as he wipes the mascara from your eyes and cheeks  and brushes your hair. 

“I love you.” 

You smile behind a mouthful of delicious lasagna. “I love you, Jungkook.” He smiles. “Ew, chew don’t talk,” He grins when you roll your eyes. He thinks you’re too cute with stuffed cheeks, leaning forward to peck them. 

“You know, I also have a deep hatred for Jake Gyllenhaal..”

You stare dumb-founded at your boyfriend after the random statement, acceptable, but random. Jungkook had decided to search up the album himself, falling down the rabbit hole of the hating Jake Gyllenhaal agenda. 

“He revealed Spider-Man’s identity!” 

A grin breaks out on your face. This man. 

You truly love him so.

tysm for reading! i don't particularly know how i feel about this.. but i want to get more imagines and what not out onto my tumblr- also if you're looking for my jjk series Sheltered Hearts, i deleted that :/ i have no idea why, i just didn't like it?? it's still a saved draft on wattpad and I might edit it and post it in the future but we'll see

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just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm. 

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

[ronnie-azumane]

Rebound

Kuroo Tetsurou x female reader 18+

NSFW, IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT

Warning: mentions of breakup, cunnilingus, 1 photo taken (nature of which is slightly nonconsensual), aftercare

A/N: So, uhh, these past few months have been wack in regards to my love life. I went from breaking off an almost 2-year long distance relationship, to proclaiming that I’m gonna have a hoe phase on Tinder, to actually meeting a guy who I actually like (who knew I would have a successful Tinder relationship?!?!)…….. soooooooo

ALSO-- this is my first (serious) smut I've ever written. Please be kind.

ALSO ALSO-- if this gets enough love, I might make this concept into a full-blown fic

You did everything right. You made time for him. You gave him gifts. You sent him both a good morning and a goodnight text every day. You fulfilled his needs, even when it didn't necessarily benefit you.

Or so you thought.

If you didn't answer that butt-dial from him and heard the pants and moans coming from his end, you would have lived happily in ignorant bliss. If you didn't go to check on him to see if he was ok, you wouldn't be in the predicament you found yourself in currently.

Now you find yourself, wrapped in blankets, crying on his neighbor's couch.

Your boyfriend would always complain about his next door neighbor Tetsurou Kuroo, how he would be the reason your boyfriend got in trouble with loud music and smoking with the landlord. However, despite your boyfriend's hatred of him, you grew close to the rooster head, becoming proper friends and not the girl who apologizes after every night she gets a little loud. He didn't approve of this friendship, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

Now that he's your ex, there is absolutely nothing he could do about it.

"So you walked in and saw him banging his coworker?" Tetsurou asked, placing a glass of cold water into your hand. Your body shook as you lifted the glass up to your lips to take a sip. You then set the glass down on the side table.

"Yes, and it was the one he told me not to worry about." you stuttered. You didn't care much for that coworker. She always seemed to weasel her way into your relationship. Date nights were cut short by her calling your [now ex] boyfriend to help her with a problem. He always seemed to be texting or calling her, and when you would ask why, he would just say 'work' and close his phone so you couldn't see. You would express your concern, but he would assure you that he only had eyes for you.

What bullshit.

Your wails of agony have since subsided to small sniffles. Your breathing was still rapid and without control, but for the most part you were calming down.

Then your phone went off, sounding a text tone that you had specifically saved for your now ex boyfriend.

As you reach for your phone, Tetsurou grabs a hold of it.

"Gimmie that," you whine.

"Password," Tetsurou demands.

"W-what? I'm not just gonna give-"

"Password!" Tetsurou demands even louder. Sighing, you tell him your password and he unlocks your phone. He reads over the text your ex sent you, talking about how you didn't know the whole story and scoffs. He taps on your phone a bit and gently tosses it on the couch cushion next to you as she sits himself down.

"Blocked him for you. He was going on about how you don't know the whole story and that this was the first and only time he messed up. Newsflash, I'm his neighbor, and the girl he has been with the last few weeks definitely wasn't you."

"Oh," you sniffle. So your suspicions were correct. This had been going on for quite a bit. "If you knew, why didn't you tell me earlier?" you asked Tetsurou.

"Well, honestly, I just put the pieces together this morning," Tetsurou replies. The walls are thin, so he could hear every gasp and moan that happened on the other side. He figured it was you, since you were his girlfriend after all. He would just turn on a show and watch it to tune out the love making on the other side of the wall. However, when he didn't receive the usual sorry note under the door that you would write, he knew something was up. The amount of times he would have to turn on his show wasn't going down, but the amount of the little notes he received was.

"You know, I don't think he ever loved me," you say, turning away from Tetsurou. "I honestly think he only liked the idea of me." The waterworks started to flow again.

"I tried so hard, you know? I know he didn't treat me the best, but I stuck with it because I thought he truly loved me," you sob into your hands. You smash your palms into your eyes as you cry out, as if you are trying to stop the tears coming out of your eyes. But they don't stop. If anything, they start to flow out faster.

"What did I do wrong?"

As soon as that question escaped your lips, Tetsurou pulled you into his lap and pressed you head against his chest. You cried even harder, balling his tear-soaked t-shirt in your clenched fists. He ran his nails across your scalp, lightly scratching it in an attempt to calm you down. Usually you would tell him to stop so as to not mess up your hair, but hair was the last thing on your mind at the moment. His other hand was rubbing your back, grounding you from the emotions racking your body at the moment.

"You did nothing wrong," he whispered over and over again in your ear, repeating until you calmed back down. He reached across from you and grabbed the glass of cold water and placed you off of his lap.

"Please drink up, I think you cried half of your water weight in the past 30 minutes alone," he joked, earning a small giggle from you. "I hate to leave you alone, but I'm going to change real fast and get you some bubble tea from that place down the street you like. Sound like a plan?" He asked, earning a nod from you.

With that, he stood up and left to go change and get some tea. You sat back on the couch and watched the door close shut. Now you were alone.

You had been in his apartment a couple times before, but now you were truly looking around at his décor. He didn't have much hanging on his walls, but he had a few pictures here and there. One was of his old volleyball team from high school. He stood in the middle with his red number 1 jersey sticking out for all to see that he was the captain.

Another picture he had on the wall was a picture of a small girl in his arms. After recalling a couple of conversations the two of you had, you remembered that he did have an older sister who had a daughter of her own. His niece.

Her short black hair was sticking up into two little pigtails, each decorated with a small pink bow. Her fluffy pink dress contrasted beautifully with the black dress shirt Tetsurou was wearing. Both of their smiles reached their ears.

He looked pretty good.

You sit there thinking, realizing only now that Tetsurou, the 'nasty neighbor' of your ex boyfriend, your friend, was pretty attractive. How come he didn't have a girlfriend of his own? Did he maybe swing the other way? You shook that thought out of your head when you remembered the stories he would tell of his high school sweetheart.

What happened to her?

While you're lost in thought, you don't hear the front door opening up.

"Here!" Tetsurou shouts, scaring the living daylights out of you. In one hand he's holding two cups of tea with the little tapioca balls at the bottom, and in the other are two straws. You sigh in relief as he sits down next to you, handing you your tea and straw.

"Tetsurou, what ever happened to that girl you dated in high school?" you ask as you stab the straw through the plastic.

"Oh, Alisa? It wasn't too brutal. Our futures were going in different directions and we just fell out of love," he shrugged as you sipped some tea and a few balls of tapioca.

The silence is deafening. Every time you glance at him, you shutter. 'How did I not see how hot he is earlier?' you scold to yourself.

The longer you look at him, the more you get worked up. Your eyes travel downwards to his neck. His Adams apple is sticking out, not too much, but just the perfect amount. They continue downward to his arms, which are framed beautifully by the cotton t-shirt he's wearing. His veins twist across his muscular arm and down to his hands.

Oh god his hands! The roughness of the veins popping out contrast with the smooth, even coloring of his skin. light callouses dot his palms, but for the most part, his hands are soft. perfect for caressing-

Not paying attention, you start to choke on a tapioca pearl. Coughing and wheezing, and with a little help from Tetsurou, you get it out of your windpipe. You pull the straw a little higher to avoid any more tapioca at the moment to catch your breath.

"You alright?" Tetsurou asks, and you nod a little too frantically. He squints his eyes and stares at you for a little bit, seeking confirmation that you're actually ok and not lying to him. Pursing your lips together in a sort-of smile, he takes that as the confirmation he needs and moves back to his drink.

The way he sips on the straw, how his soft, supple lips form around the straw and suck. The way the tea he's drinking dribbles down his chin just a little bit. The way he moves his thumb over his chin to wipe it up.

It shouldn't be getting you this worked up.

"So, is there anything you want to do now?" Tetsurou asked, reaching for the remote as if to imply that they should watch something on the TV. The way his arm flexes as he reaches across you.

You can't take it anymore.

"I want you to fuck me!" you blurt. As soon as the words left your lips, your hands shot up to cover your mouth.

Now it is his turn to choke on his tea. He drops the remote and it breaks apart on the wooden floor. Your hands migrate from your mouth to cover your face. This has to be the most embarrassing moment in your life.

"W-what?" Tetsurou asked, finally catching his breath. You keep your hands on your face, as if they are glued in place. The last thing you want is to look at him, much less in the eye.

"Ju-just ignore what I said! It's not important!" you frantically wave your hands around, hoping maybe they can help you fly away from the current situation.

Alas, you are merely human, and must suffer through the consequences of your actions.

Frantically, you shoot up from your seat, mumbling a string of farewells as you walk toward the door. However, you do not make it far, as you find your hand encapsulated in Tetsurou's as he yanks you back onto your spot on the couch.

"You can't just leave after saying something like that," Tetsurou mumbles. His ears are burning bright red while his cheeks are dusting a soft pink.

"Don't worry about it, I'll just download tinder and relive my frustrations there," you stutter, trying to stand up. However, under Tetsurou's grip and stare, your attempts are rendered futile. Fully realizing the situation, you sigh and throw your head back against the back of the couch.

"Fine," you mumble, blushing, "sorry for making you uncomfortable, I definitely did not mean to say that out loud."

Silence.

Unsure of what to do, you start to explain yourself.

"I'm just so frustrated, and I just wanted to... you know... get him back, like an eye for an eye type of deal," yo ramble on.

Tetsurou dropped his head into the palms of his hands, nodding his head left and right.

"And while you were gone, I kinda realized how attractive you were and i-"

"I never said I wouldn't, did I?" Tetsurou asked, not lifting his face out of his hands.

With that statement, the air is sucked out of your lungs. Your heart beats faster in your chest, while simultaneously wrapping itself tight within your body.

"No, uh, you don't have t-"

""Honestly, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to... for a while now," Tetsurou admitted, "So I'll do it, my only rule being that we won't go all the way today."

You press your fists into your plush thighs. "Why not? You literally just admitted that you were attracted to me," you ask.

"Because I don't want to give myself false hope."

"Why would fucking give y-" you tried to ask before Tetsurou interrupted your interruption.

"You just broke up with your long time boyfriend, a messy break-up I may add. Your emotions are all over the place. I really like you, (y/n), I just don't want to be your rebound. I want to be with you because you truly like me, not to get back at your shitty ex next door." He let out, like a breath held underwater.

"Oh," you whisper. He made a great point. What were your intentions right now? Was this all a ploy to get revenge on your ex? Did you actually like Tetsurou that way?

Did it really matter?

"So what?" you ask, stunning Tetsurou into silence.

Tetsurou swallows the lump in his throat and asks you to clarify.

"Well, there is a mutual attraction, and we both clearly want this, why don't we just go for it and see what happens?" you ask.

The pause is long and silent. Tetsurou’s eyes were looking everywhere but at you. Did he actually want this? Yes, but in this way? He took a glance in your direction and saw you still staring down at your tea, swiveling the ice around in circles.

You were definitely a sight for sore eyes in Tetsurou’s ever so humble opinion. The way your face was tinted the slightest red color made his heart melt. He would never forgive his neighbor for what he did to you, making your larger than life personality look small and meek.

Overwhelmed with feelings of both attraction and adoration, he simply couldn’t help himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t do this, but after all this time of him secretly crushing on her from a distance, he just couldn’t hold out anymore.

He grabbed your face and turned it toward him, crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss became more feverish as the seconds passed. A simple peck turned into moments of locking lips, trying to taste each other.

His lips were thin, however soft, with the slight sting of mint chapstick tingling your tongue. You decided to take initiative and slipped your tongue out to taste his bottom lip. He took the signal and included his tongue in the dance, the two muscles stroking together as he grasped the hair on the back of your head and pulled you closer.

As the make-out session continued, the two of you started to position yourselves on the couch; you lying against the armrest and him balancing himself on top of you. Once in this position, his hands started to wander across your body.

Every curve of yours was not left without attention. His hands traveled from behind your head to your chest, from your chest to down your stomach, from your stomach to your thighs, and finally spread your thighs apart to gain access to your covered core, where you wanted to feel his hands the most.

His kisses started trailing south to the crook of your neck, moving from kissing to sucking as he started to rub your clothed slit. An airy gasp escaped your lips, enjoying all the sensations you were feeling at the moment. Once he was satisfied by the purple bruise left just above your collarbone, he started to sit up, causing you to whine from the loss of contact.

Your whining soon stopped however when you noticed him grabbing at your shorts, working to pull them down. As he started to pull down, your breath got caught in your throat, causing it to be held in. Flinging your shorts and panties behind him, he gently kissed your thigh and asked, “Do you still want this, you seem a little tense?”

“Yes!” you gasp a little too fast. His breath was so warm against your wet pussy, teasing you to the point of no return.

“Ok, you have to let me know if you get too overwhelmed or want to stop at any point,” he says before diving down. You are about to acknowledge him until a heavy gasp escapes your lips before you can give your confirmation.

Tetsurou didn’t hesitate going down on you. He simply couldn’t wait any longer. Simply pumping his fist wasn’t doing it for him anymore.

He started to kiss, flick, and suck at your clit, making you breathe harder with the rising pleasure. His movements were soft and light, but they were shaking your very core. He grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders, giving him more access.

His movement was simple, something you could easily replicate with your fingers and maybe a quality toy, but that didn’t change how it was working on you. Your heavy breaths turned into soft whimpers as the pleasure began to bubble up.

You were progressing nicely, but Kuroo didn’t think it was progressing fast enough. To remedy his frustrations, he rubbed his fingers against your wetness, slicking it up to start thrusting into you.

The anticipation of his fingers slipping into you made your whimpers louder. He switched up his mouth to sucking your clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue and slowly inserted a finger. He pressed the pad of his finger against the ceiling and started to thrust in and out, rubbing against the entirety of your g-spot softly.

This new sensation had you bucking your hips and bubbling over with pleasure, pretty much ripping the orgasm out of you. Tetsurou smiled as you rode out your orgasm, moaning and whimpering small vowel sounds.

The orgasm was nice, but Tetsurou knows you can be louder, he's definitely heard you get louder at least.

Before you can fully recover from your high, his lips reattach to your clit and insert two fingers into you. The moan that escaped your lips was loud and almost pornographic. He smirked, knowing your shit ex next store most likely heard it.

Although, he knew that the fun this round was only just beginning.

Instead of thrusting his fingers in and out, he started to press his fingers up against you, as if he was motioning for you to come here.

The new motion of his fingers mixed with his lips sucking and tongue flicking at your clit was causing you to sprint to the edge way too fast. You couldn’t hold back your moans by control alone, so you bit the back of your hand in an attempt to suppress the noise.

Tetsurou was having none of that today. Using his other hand, he rips your arm away from you, silently implying that he wants to hear how loud you were being.

You try to ground yourself by grasping the armrest behind you, although that doesn’t do much to stop yourself from the orgasm that's rising far too quickly.

Your moans are getting louder and louder as you get closer and closer. Tetsurou has you teetering on the edge as his movement gets faster and faster. Soon your coil snaps and you find yourself cumming harder than you ever have before.

You thrash your head side to side as your hips buck up toward his fingers. He removes his lips and fingers and starts to quickly rub his fingers back and forth on your clit as you ride out your orgasm, extending the peak longer than what you're used to.

As you start to once again come down from your high, you hear soft chuckling coming from Tetsurou. You look up to find his shirt soaking wet.

“Di-did i-i do that?” You ask, afraid of the answer.

“If you’re referring to the squirting, yes, you just did. Hard,” Kuroo smirks, causing your already flushed face to burst even more red in embarrassment. Instinctively, you hide your face behind your hands, as if you could magically disappear if you couldn’t see him.

“Pretty hot,” he mutters to himself before beginning to suckle on your inner thigh, allowing you to completely come down before going back at it. Beyond your blissful sighs, Tetsurou heard your phone buzzing in the background.

Blocked Number.

An evil smirk came to his face as a sinister idea popped into his mind. While you were blissfully unaware of your phone buzzing, Tetsurou opened your phone and unblocked your ex, just to see if he was reacting to the pretty sounds you were making.

And reacted, he did.

Countless messages flooded your phone after Tetsurou unblocked his number, with messages ranging from ‘come back, let’s talk baby,’ to ‘you better not be with Kuroo right now.’ The final message read, “I know that’s you at Kuroo’s apartment, you fucking bitch.”

“Tetsurou, what are you doing?” you ask, finally in grip with reality.

“Just giving your ex a bit of a show,” he replied, diving right back in.

Breathlessly, you grasp his bed head, trying to get a grip on your once again slipping reality. In the heat of the moment, he pushed your thighs down to each side, revealing your flushed pussy. While flicking his tongue on your clit once again, he snapped a selfie. In the frame was his face, smirking with his tongue out flicking your clit. To make the picture even better, your manicured hands were in view, gripping his hair in pleasure.

Perfect for a porn twitter account.

Tetsurou typed out ‘your loss, pal,’ and sent the text, blocked your ex’s number once again, and tossed your phone to the side, getting back to work, soon bringing you to your third and final orgasm.

After cleaning you up and bringing you a glass of water, Tetsurou snuggled up to you under a cozy blanket. As your endorphins went down, the pure dread of what your ex did came back.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N), do you regret what we did?” Tetsurou asked, the expression of pure concern expressed on his face.

“No, I’m just angry about this whole thing! Three years gone!” you shutter, trying to hold back tears. Tetsurou held you tighter.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he whispered, brushing your hair out of your face.

For the next ten minutes, you were crying into his chest as he rubbed you back and whispered soothing words.

As you calm down and sip your water, Tetsurou breaks the silence saying, “We need to talk about what just happened and what we are.”

You don’t reply, instead, you stare off to the side past Tetsurou’s shoulder.

“I kinda like you, but I’m not sure,” you meekly reply.

“Understandable. I want you to sleep on the idea of us. After you think of it, I want you to call me. Then we can get dinner.”

Space is what she needs, and space is what Tetsurou is willing to give her.

“Sounds great, but can I stay a little longer?” you ask, nuzzling seemingly closer into his warmth.

“Stay as long as you need, sweetie.”

[orbitvenus]

this post is inspired by this reblog of mine <33 check it if you want to!!

Pairing: timeskip!Tendou x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff and drabble

Warning: grammar errors, its uhhh cheesy ig, bland dialogues because I suck at them, ooc??? and maybe some swearing

I hope this won't plop😭 also someone help me how to describe other gestures besides the forehead kisses,knuckle kisses and hugs that I always include in my writings

You and Tendou have been together for a long time. When he asked you to join and live with him in Paris, you immediately said yes knowing you'll be fine with him even though you have to leave your home country behind. Moving to another country is pretty tough at first, but slowly the two of you began to adjust and create a routine.

Now, you and tendou are about to celebrate your anniversary. He asked you to dress up prettily. You asked why he just smiled and said this anniversary is much special so its important. You raised your eyebrows as if every anniversary you had with him wasn't special. To you all the anniversaries you had were always special, each one is unique filled with happy memories and for this year you still look forward to what he had prepared.

He told you he will be picking you up later while he will be doing some business. He pulled you close to him and nuzzled his head to your neck like a cat which made you chuckle.

'Keep safe okay.'

'Yes yes no worries babe.' He spoke, muffled because he's still nuzzled on your neck.

He pulled away and looked at you lovingly before leaving. You stood there dumbfounded until the door is shut. He always looks at you with adoration that you never fail to send back at him but you noticed that his behavior today is....quiet weird. You decided to shrug it off.

You took a shower and stepped out to go to your bedroom. In your bed is a box with a note that came none other than from Satori.

'wear this for me.'

-satori♡

You smiled and opened the lid of the box. You pulled out the dress and admired it. Realizing it was the dress you mentioned to him that you've been dying to get. You felt fuzzy and warm with your heart fluttering in your chest realizing he remembered it and got it for you. You made a mental note for yourself to repay him. Snapping out of your daze, you hurriedly dressed up yourself as you saw the clock nearing to the time where Satori promised you to pick you up.

You were still trying to wear your shoes when you heard knocks behind your apartment's door. After finally wearing your shoes, you turned the doorknob and met your boyfriend all dressed up as you.

'There's my baby, I knew it would look perfect on you.'

His words always make you blush even though you two are no longer teenagers.

'Thanks you too.'

You walked near him and fixed his collar, inhaling his perfume as you come closer. You rested your hands on his chest. Taking a look at his form, he looks handsome as ever.

'Babe if you kept staring at me I will definitely melt.'

He teasingly commented. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and grabbed his hand to leave even if you don't have any idea where he will take you.

'Lets go now, don't want us to be late yeah?'

You were met with the breeze coming from the sea while walking, hands in hands with Tendou. Looking around the place is quiet with only the two of you walking towards a boat. The boat is decorated with flowers and battery operated candles we don't want any incidents to happen don't we. Tendou was first to step inside the small boat and held out his hand.

'Hop in my lady~'

He said it while looking at your eyes and grinning. You took it and stepped in with him while he's keeping the boat steady.

'Careful..careful okay there'

You got in and he gestured you to sit down. You sat opposite of your boyfriend and beside you is a picnic basket with wine and two wine glasses along with some food inside. Satori pushed the boat so it will move further to the sea and began rowing. While he was rowing you took the time to admire everything including him. He's still pretty muscular even if he already quitted volleyball but he continued to maintain his physique by exercising from time to time. The sun is beginning to set, casting the skies a beautiful orange glow.

Satori stopped rowing the boat and looked at you. Seeing that awe struck expression in your face, he knew he succeeded again. You felt his eyes on you and faced your body towards him.

'So....where did you learn how to row?'

'One of the locals who rents boats taught me how, to be honest I thought it was gonna be easy but I was wrong.'

You laughed lightly and continued to chat with him. While talking you two also started to drink the wine and eat the food that was prepared on a small table he brought out.

The amount of happiness you felt at this moment will never compare when you celebrated your first anniversary together. You continued laughing with Tendou when a latern caught your attention. You stopped and observed. Satori also kept quiet to observe you to see how you will react to his surprise.

It already got dark, luckily the candles and the street lamps are kept the place illuminated. That later changed when the laterns began to come out and light up the sky. Your eyes followed the laterns. At that moment it was so beautiful, you don't know if its a coincidence or part of your boyfriends plan.

You felt as if you were in the scene from Tangled. You were far too amazed to even notice your boyfriend. While you were excitedly admiring what he prepared, he took his time to prepare himself on the question he's been dying to tell you.

He knew it's about time for you to know when he was sleeping beside you one night.

He was just staring at the ceiling and he can't sleep while you were peacefully sleeping on top of him. He looked at you and realized after all you two have been through you still stuck with him. He remembered how you listened and comforted him from his insecurities. How you greeted him with a hug everytime he returns home from work. He even remembered how you kept practicing to cook for him. He remembered how he met you and how you got together with him. Everything, you're always there with him. He doesn't want to let you go and felt that he needs to confirm that you and him will be with each other forever.

He looked at the calendar besides him and saw your anniversary date. He thought about it and realized he had enough money to buy you the ring you wanted. Funny how it seems the universe is inclined with his intentions. He will have to start planning to propose to you but first he needs his sleep while keeping his arms around you.

'Y/n...'

'Hmmm?'

You responded but still enraptured by floating lanterns. He coughed and caught your attention.

'I know it was a big decision when I asked you back then to come with me here in Paris. I was prepared to hear your rejection back then but your excited yes shocked me a little.......'

He continued to say what he had always wanted to say to you. You started to tear up feeling overwhelmed by his confession. Somehow this scenario feels oddly similar to his first confession to you and hit you with nostalgia.

'Now I wanted to ask you to um...'

He felt flustered and his heart beating. He sighed before continuing and brought out a small box out of his pocket. He placed it on his palm and slowly opened it. Now is the time to ask the big question.

'Y/n L/n will you marry-'

'Yes!'

You happily interrupted him and threw your arms around him, burying your face to his neck to avoid seeing you in tears. Tendou is shocked and happy at the same time now that you said yes, you still have to wear the ring which you haven't done yet. He was about to take your hands and slid it on your finger when you hugged him.

He patted your back and smiled also starting to feel his tears build up when he realized you were crying.

'Hey- come on now I don't want to see you crying.'

He shushed you softly. You calmed down and backed off. You were still wiping your tears off you cheeks with your other hand when he slid the ring on your finger. You kept rubbing until you peeked your eyes open and saw the ring.

The tears began to build up again and you cried. Thinking what you did to deserve such man like him, he surprised you too much today you can't help but feel overflowing joy and love. You try to form words but the hiccups are preventing you and trying your best to wipe off the endless tears from your eyes.

Your attempt to dry them off fail until you felt Satori your now fiancé, use his handkerchief to help you. You finally looked at him through blurry eyes and saw how he was also crying while looking at you. Your hand reached out to his face to dry his tears.

He held your hand on his face and brought it near his lips to kiss your ring. His gesture made you cry harder.

'Damn it Satori! Stop making me cry you dummy.'

You finally spoke again. You made him laugh and stop his tears. Tendou tried to help you clear the tears from your cheeks again until its gone.

When you two both calmed down, he pressed his forehead against yours and connected his lips to yours while both of his hands are cupping each sides of your face. The kiss made you feel like fireworks soaring in the sky. He stopped and murmured against your lips.

'I love you so so much, thank you for being with me and loving me I promise to cherish you for eternity my paradise.'

'I love you so much too Satori...more than you would ever know.'

He let out laugh from your words. His laugh made you feel giddy. His yours and you are his officially.

'You know babe our setting really reminds me of that scene from Tangled.'

'Well...where did you think I got the inspiration from?'

Notes:duck im tired im also on low battery bye now- I have to rush the ending because I was at like....5% 😭😭😭 anyway thank you for reading!! Feel free to like and reblog if you like it <33

content by @dreamingkita pls do not repost or plagiarize or else I will hunt you❗

[fluffquinn]

Ghostly Companion

* Although the fc is an idol, DO NOT SHIP IDOLS! it is weird and uncomfy, they are real ppl, not characters *

Pairing: Ghost! Minho x OC

Warnings: eventual smut, mild haunting, minho kinda teasing, more tba ig

W.C: 586

a/n: i finally reuploaded this lol, sorry for the wait. I am not stealing, my og account is @luv-quinn

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Seina had never spent more than 3 weeks away from her parents, and now, she was living on her own. God, she was terrified. Her parents had coddled her for most of her life, and still did whenever they talked to, or saw, her. It was nice to have the freedom of living on her own, but being taken care of was great as well. 

So now, Seina was standing outside her new apartment, arms holding two boxes. She gave a side-eye to the rusted numbers on the wooden door as she put the boxes down, patting her body down in search of her cross-body bag. Finding it at her hip, she opened up the small pink bag to find her keys. Slotting the keys into the lock, she let herself into her apartment, letting go of the keys so the door swung open. Moving her boxes in, she placed them in the small entrance hallway, shutting the door behind her. 

"Alright, let's start unpacking!", she said out loud, knowing full well that no one else was there.

Or so she thought.

After unpacking all her boxed things, Seina looked out the window, checking for the moving truck that held all her furniture in it. Staring out the window, she felt a cold breeze go over her spine, making her shiver. Looking around the room, she noted that the ac was off, as it was winter, making her frown. Turning back to the window, she noticed that the moving truck was now parked in the building's driveway. Seina just chalked the strange breeze up to a faulty window or ac. 

Unlocking her door, she rushed downstairs to help the movers with her stuff. 

After a good few hours of more unpacking, Seina paid the movers and thanked them for their help. Stepping back into her new home, she looked around at how much nicer the somewhat small place looked with furniture in it. Settling down on the couch, she pulled out her phone, ordering a pizza from the nearby store before grabbing the remote, and turning on some random soap opera. Scrolling through her Instagram feed, she jumped when the doorbell rang.

"Finally! I'm coming!", she yelled out, grabbing her wallet and opening the door. Paying for the pizza, she thanked the young delivery boy and sat down again, setting the pizza box on the mahogany coffee table in front of her. Alas, it was only a matter of time before Seina got invested in the soap opera playing, downing half of the pizza, and now crying as her favorite couple broke up for the third time in a season. 

"Nooo, not again! You're supposed to be soulmates!", she cried, mascara leaving evident tracks on her rosy cheeks. Turning to bury her face in the pillow, she only took a few minutes, but she was out like a light, tv still playing the dramatic scenes she obsessed over. She didn't feel the cold touch on her cheek, somehow wiping away the mascara on her cheeks and under her eyes. Instead of waking up, she just snuggled further into her pink cat-eared pillow. 

A soft male laugh sounded out through the room, making the sleeping girl unconsciously smile.

"Goodnight, strange girl. Sweet dreams."

[melloian]

My wild au idea...

so i got a new art program. so i imagine this fake au idea.. so imma share it lmao. remember this is an imagination (and am still working on reboot au) and not some au or something. Alright let’s just get this cringe over went Remember this guy?

remember this kid?

now imagine them as an main character...yup..

Alright time to explain ig The boy and sandboy fused in body because of hawkmoth's glitch. The boy first witnessed this when he got scared of something else. He slowly turned blue. He screamed and cried loud because of course he didn't know what was happening, eventually turning into sandboy and terrorizing the city again. He then realizes everytime he gets scared he turns into sandboy. He proceeds to think the movie gave him strange powers (and not hawkmoth..well not in this fake au of course). Since he knows sandboy is evil, he came up idea to trick sandboy into doing something good. His plan was to put himself in danger on purpose (by an villain) in order to make sandboy think the villain is trying to attack him. The boy is only doing this in order for sandboy to no longer attack paris. Now to explain hawkmoth's situation, hawkmoth accidentally cracked the miraculous when he fall down (in a high tower awhile fighting the other day). He didn't know he did until he saw nooroo acting strange. But he didn't care so he proceeds to do it which led to the glitch. It affected his heart causing to become weak. However he doesn't care, he says himself that he would continue to use the butterfly miraculous, even if it costs his life at the end (he really just want his wife back so bad smh.) Gabriel gets the same symptoms as his wife which worries adrien.

Back to the boi himself.

in this imagination/fake au He just a friendly, energetic kid who like to play. He pretty much known as well-behaved kid. He sometimes curious about things.

He likes making new friends.

However he can get scared easily leading him to get nightmares. (he also easily cry too.)

He doesn't like mean people. (in this "fake" au, his age is 6) Sandboy himself

Sandboy here acts completely different here.. i mean he stills says "tHe SaNdBoY jUsT cHECkEd In. NoW nIghTmArEs CaN bEgIn" but only when using his powers. but he still different Sandboy is much more rude and more of an brat but still confident. He makes fun of people especially the villains he targets (he makes them furious on purpose). He's not scared of nothing, even if he saw lovecraftian horror or something, he wouldn't flinch. If he doesn't get his way, he will attempt fake cry so the person can feel sorry for him. (if that doesn't work he just will instantly use his power) Even though he rude and a brat, he can sometimes be helpful and nice. (he still acts like a child too.) Abilities: It would be epically lame if sandboy still have the same 1 power (rip chat noir). (and fook the sandman myth) He gains more abilities as time goes on and more fighting he does. Default power (just for reminder): He able to zap people and make their nightmares reality Gained powers list (in order): He will later be able to put people to sleep which would gave them nightmares Similar power to wishmaker expect its not childhood dreams. It just wishes in general, he able to grant them but he can either twist it for evil or grant the wish properly. He able to imprison people inside their own dream. he can now summon things out of his own dream or make it reality (can be past or present). he can bring people fears to life too (is not the same as nightmares just for clarification) Telekinesis He can go to sleep and can enter astral form. He can enter people's dream and warps it if he wants too or just watch. (he also have oneiricpotence awhile in dream) He can create an alternative dream universe and teleport people in it (he have oneiricpotence here too).

stronk kid Weakness: i made this so i wouldn't make him an absolute god machine All his powers works best at night. If use it in day, it would fail or it would work but it will go absolutely wrong. The only powers that don't suffer this is telekinesis and wish power. (sleeping power would work in afternoon and night) He can't keep using dream warper, alt dream, or dream imprisonment or else he becomes sick. (and when he's sick, his powers don't work properly{ he also gets dizzy})

He can't be astral for a long time, he will eventually snap back to his body. he still as fragile as an child.

Notes: He summons his pillow instead of being with him already.

Never of them wanted to be heroes in the first place.

Sandboy's hair only glows when its dark. Sandboy would change back to boy when all negative feelings are gone. For Nathalie in this au aswell, she pretty much don't want hawkmoth keep using his miraculous before he ends up in a coma. Eventually, Gabriel gets too sick and Nathalie takes his place. Nathalie attempts to fix both peacock and butterfly miraculous to continue his goal. She becomes Penumbra.

However, before she became penumbra, she was also effected with the glitch from Gabriel causing her to have catalyst stay in her aswell. Unlike the boy, she still have her own personality as catalyst and can use her power without transforming. idk why but its probably to make her dangerous. But Gabriel finally knew how the kid could transform to sandboy (he was wondering how he was transforming to his akumanzation form he given him) before he passed out (after he was defeated as scarlet moth.) So when gabriel got too sick, her goal was to find out more about that boy. Recurring characters

Even though chat noir and ladybug is still in the story, but they wouldn't have much focus.

Unlike in the original, ladybug or chat noir doesn't know sandboy's true identity but still thinks he a running akumanzation. however they don't attack him because he helping with the other villains. They confused if he an enemy or ally tho {why not both}. (they do thank him for defeating certain villains) They still have same personality and attitude. Other shit ig: This fake au takes place in season 2. The ep sandboy is no longer near heroes day ep, it would just be swapped with collector. Sandboy becomes less rude and bratty later on. Most fights would take place at night Sandboy had to learn hand to hand combat to be useful without using his night powers. There is no romance involved what so ever. Even though Nathalie fixes the butterfly miraculous, it wouldn't fix the glitch that happens to both her and the boy. She have to find something else in order to do that. Season 4 is were Gabriel's sickness gets worse and Nathalie takes his place. The boy would have 2 friends with him but its not manon or chris. The boy would be given a name. The boy would later find out how to change to sandboy without having to make himself scared. Remember this an fake au and this all came from my imagination/head. It just an idea. anyways see ya imma continue my own au now.

[coredrill]

thots on roman holiday, spoilers for the whole book below!!!

oh my GOD sjjdbdnemakfjen the line on page 17 “you have a unique grasp of socioeconomics” is SO ROMAN FBSBSBDBSJAIDLD. i love it

INVISIBILITY CLOAKS???????

v funny that when roman is considering where to go after leaving mistral, he shoots down vacuo first. obviously he’s gonna wind up in vale bc Plot, but it just feels like the writer going I AM NOT WRITING ANOTHER BOOK IN THE GODDAMN DESERT lmao

interesting note abt beacon tuition on page 92. i wonder if this is actually canon for a few reasons:

how tf would ren and nora afford TUITION????

i wonder if the other huntsman academies have tuition??? like atlas i could see doing it and haven too. maybe not shade but idk.

does this mean scholarships are a thing??? is ruby on scholarship???? what even constitutes a scholarship on remnant????

idk they probably didn’t think this deep abt this joke line but IM GONNA lmao

y’all some of these names…brick??? mortar???? bisque????? burgundy???? roch szalt???????? KANDI FLOSS??????? that last one is peak stripper name meme ansjdbfnnebehd. this is just like in btd when they had to name a team fondue 😭😭😭😭 i think they’re officially running out of colors 😂😂😂

THE EMBLEM OF NEO’S BOARDING SCHOOL IS A TRIPLE SPIRAL?????? the gurren lagann of it all……………

very funny that both neo and roman poison people with sleeping pills. hashtag just bestie things <3

pg146 “to listen to their body and what it was telling them about their feelings (gag)” ASPEC NEO RISE!!!!!!!!!!

ok i May be stupid but i thought everyone had a semblance???? bc semblance comes from aura, and everyone has aura??? maybe it’s just people without activated aura who wouldn’t have a semblance (so like if pyrrha had never unlocked his, jaune would’ve never discovered his semblance???? idk) but i’m also fairly certain roman has an activated aura????

very fond of roman meeting neo and understanding her very easily. platonic soulmatism i think.

ok wait actually i kinda wanna elaborate. LOVE that roman’s whole schtick is that he’s had to look out only for himself his whole life and he doesn’t wanna be a babysitter while neo is SICK of being babysat and so they work well together. ALSO LOVE that BECAUSE roman’s had to look out for himself his whole life, he’s good enough at reading body language and filling in the blanks to know what neo’s saying even without words.

also. hang on. OKAY. so neo gave roman his hat and roman gave neo her umbrella and neo made them BOTH outfits. BUT THEN ROMAN DIES and all neo has LEFT is the HAT SHE GAVE HIM and she goes to HIS OLD BOSS to help herself get revenge AND ONLY THEN DOES SHE CHANGE OUTIFTS????? BITCH??????? CHECK OUT HOW HARD I CAN APPARENTLY CRY OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP

(okay note on the previous bullet after actually finishing: not the same hat :( and also how did neo convince lil miss malachite to help her when she nearly blew her up??? money ig lmao)

i’m literally obsessed with this being a ya book so roman and neo can’t steal alcohol or drugs, they gotta steal COFFEE 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 LIKE. ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

also in love with how (just like every other rwby friendship!!!!) there isn’t any pointless drama. they trust & love each other and that’s that!!!! like roman’s told that neo sold him out, and despite that being consistent with the rest of his life, he knows that’s not consistent with NEO and sees that she’s come to rescue him so there’s no petty drama around it!!! bc he TRUSTS HER!!!!!

pg268 “neo blinked back tears and hugged roman. ‘hey. don’t wrinkle the suit.’ but he put a hand on her head and over her shoulder, and that felt more like home than that house and her parents had in a long time.” HELLO????? HELL LOOOOO?????? bro i am CRYING i’m gonna SUE

tbh i was really worried they wouldn’t get to hug in this book BUT THEY DID!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY WTFFFFFF

pg269 “her father threw up his hands. ‘do you know what she wants to say?’ he asked roman. ‘i do, actually.’ roman looked at her fondly. ‘i’m surprised you don’t.’” IM LOSING MY MINDDDDDD THATS LOVE!!!!!!!

pg270 “roman cleared his throat. ‘her name is neo.’” ALSKDJJREJNENFHCISOMENRJDIS BITCH

pg300 “he stopped walking. ‘while you get away. she’s mainly interested in me. drop this disguise and i’ll distract her. you get out of here. and never look back.’ she shook her head defiantly. he tried to pull his hand free, but she only held on more tightly.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PAGE THREE HUNDRED AND SEVEN SHE KISSES HIM ON THE CHEEK AJDJFJEJENDNJDN KSIDOEOSPSKEJEHEBE. F THE POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP WINS AGAIN

okay okay so now that i’m finished here are my Actual thoughts alskcjejenbrhdisk:

i wish! that more of the book! was focused on roman & neo together and their friendship!! like i get that the first half was important bc they needed to show Just How Alone they both were before each other. but i would’ve gladly traded some of the beginning stuff for just a little more time with the two of them together. like maybe condense some of that and give us a few more anecdotes from their time training together?? just to show the development from wary partners to ride-or-die a little more. but idk. because the first half of the book felt a little slow for me but as soon as i got to the back half i could NOT put it down!!!!!!!!

i owe this writer (& the rwby writers ofc) my heart and soul and also probably my spleen. first cfvy, now roman & neo???? taking characters i didn’t have any strong feelings about but giving them personality and history and love and making ME love them???? AND WRITING FRIENDS/FAMILY SO WELL???? bro. BRO. i’m losing my MIND

ALSO. very excited for neo’s role in v9 now. and will also probably cry.

like. it would’ve been so easy for them to make roman & neo romantic. especially since there’s only like a 4 year age gap. but they DIDNT they let those two BE EACH OTHERS FIRST PRIORITY AND CLOSEST FRIEND AS FRIENDS AND I AM SO ECSTATIC ABT IT HOLY SHIT

[lesbian-deadpool]

Happy Little Accidents

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 3,601

Warnings: “Orphaned” children, implied child abuse, crying, slight angst, that’s it ig.

Request: Nope.

Summary: You bring a child home, temporarily. But what happens when you bond with them?

A/N: I didn’t mean for this to happen. But here it is. Disclaimer!: I don’t know how the adoption process, or anything like that works. Especially in America.

Ko-Fi

(Not my GIF)

***

"Hey."

"Hey," Natasha greeted you happily. But not long after, the smile that adorned her face fell, at your state.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" She rushed forward, but you stopped her from touching you or getting any closer.

"D. Don't."

"What? Y/N what's going on? You're scaring me," Natasha spoke honestly, the worry and anxiety sky-rocketing inside of her, coming out through her voice.

"I..." you started, no knowing how to say the words. So instead, Natasha watched as you disappeared around the corner of your shared bedroom doorway.

Only for Natasha to gasp when you returned with sad eyes and a small child in your arms. No more than two.

"What happened?" she finally came the full distance to you, placing one of her hands against your ribs, the other coming up to rub lightly against the child's shoulder. "I thought it was just a normal intel mission?"

"It. It was," you stuttered, trying to keep the tears at bay, "But." You swallowed and took a deep, shaky breath. Natasha's hand that was on your ribs moved to rub comfortingly into your arm, pity in her eyes at what the mission had put you through. Even if she didn't know what had happened just yet. "But, they were doing experiments there" you whispered.

She gasped again, looking up at the child that sat on your arm, their head shaved and tucked into your neck, watching the red-head with cautious eyes. Before Natasha's eyes returned to yours when you started talking again.

"So, we just grabbed all the kids and ran."

"All? You mean there was more than one?" You nodded. "How many?"

"I don't know," you uttered, "Like fifty? Sixty? There was too many to count."

"Oh, God," Natasha breathed, tears starting to prickle against her eyes.

"We. We called adoption agencies, foster homes, orphanages. Anywhere that could take them. But still, after all that, they couldn't take them all. Tony took two home, Steve and Bucky took one, Clint even took one. And well...-"

"No. No, don't. I understand, Honey. I would have done the same thing. So, don't you even dare try to apologise."

"What do we do, Nat?" A few tears finally escaped your eyes, at your whispered question.

"I don't know." Natasha shook her head. "But we'll figure it out."

She wiped away a tear from your cheek, as a little hand came up to do the same on the other side of your face. You turned, smiling through your tears at the small child watching you intently.

"Hi." You sniffled. "Don't worry, I'm okay now."

Natasha began rubbing their back, trying to comfort them, just like she did to you not too long ago.

God. She had such a big heart.

To say you grew "heart-eyes" for her at that moment, would be nothing but accurate. Even more so when she began talking to the child now looking at her.

"Hello, Dear. Are you okay? You don't need to be afraid now, we're not going to let anything bad happen to you, while you're with us," Natasha promised. Surprise done in her eyes when the child suddenly reached out for Natasha, leaning forward and out of your arms, as if to make their point clearer.

The red-head plucked them from your arms, cradling them to her body, the child's small head, resting against Natasha's shoulder sleepily.

"Are they a boy or a girl?" she asked you.

You shrugged.

"I don't know. All of the looked practically the same. Buzzed hair, stained white clothes... all sad and scared..." you said sadly, "All but their hair and skin colours."

"My God," Natasha whispered. Looking down, taking note of the child's stained clothes. Noticing just how dirty the child seemed to be.

"Well," she started, "Looks like we definitely need to give this little one a bath."

You smiled nodding along with Natasha, following her into the bathroom when she told you too.

***

Bath time was quite successful, considering you had to bathe a small child.

Who turned out to be a girl.

You had dressed her in one of your soft t-shirts, considering you owned none that were her size. The green one that Natasha always seemed to steal from you. -Not that she didn't take all of your clothes- The red-head choosing that one for the little girl to hear, herself. Which only brought a bright smile to your face.

The t-shirt covered her like a dress. The hem, trailing along the floor, as she looked up at you and Natasha. Who were giggling at how cute she looked.

She raised her arms up for one of you to pick her up, which Natasha jumped at the chance. Picking the small girl up, and raising her high above her head, spinning around while making aeroplane noises. Causing the small child to laugh loudly.

The feeling that filled you, as you watched the scene before you, one that was close to something you regularly felt for Natasha. Which could only be best described as "heart-eyes".

But this was different.

It was something new.

But it was, in no way, unwelcome.

Now, here you were.

Resting in bed, with the girl in between Natasha and yourself. You, scrolling through your phone, as the tv played mindlessly in the background. While Natasha lay on her side, the relaxing haze of sleep washing throughout her body, but just not enough for her to fall into dreamland. The same could not be said for the child in between the two of you.

The girl snoozed softly against the cosy bed-sheets, you assumed this was probably the best sleep she's ever had. Which saddened you to your core. You glanced down, seeing that she was still in the same position as she was the last time you checked. On her stomach, facing you, her lips puckered and slightly parted, releasing little breaths against the mattress. You smiled at the sight. Natasha's hand still rubbing against her back.

Your smile widened as you remembered how Natasha had tried to remove her hand from the sleeping girls back, only to get a sleepy groan of disdain when she did. Quickly moving he hand back to the girls back so that she wouldn't wake up, nor be upset. The whole interaction making you chuckle inwardly, and for Natasha to throw a sift glare at you, with a smile on her face.

After the second time of trying, and getting the same reaction back, Natasha just gave up on trying to remove her hand. Placing a light kiss to the back of the child's head.

You saw this and smiled, sadness showing through it.

"Don't get too attached," you had said, "We don't know how long this will last."

"I know," she replied, but you knew she was thinking and feeling a lot inside, but wasn't ready to talk about it. So, you left it.

You were pulled from your memories by your girlfriend, asking you a question.

"What do we call her?"

She hadn't even opened her eyes, and you could tell, she was just on the edge of sleep.

"I don't know," you replied, "We'll figure it out."

After that, you turned your phone off, moving to switch your bedside lamp off, too. Letting the TV play, filling the room with varying different glows, as the story arc progressed.

Leaning down, you pressed a short kiss to Natasha's lips, feeling her returning it lightly, just as you were pulling away.

Man. She really was sleepy.

You then moved to peck the sleeping girls head, smile tugging at Natasha's lips when she heard the small peck. Before you settled down, humming into your soft pillow, ready for some well-needed sleep.

***

Days had passed since that first night, you had brought the girl home, to yours and Natasha's shared apartment.

The girl who you had decided to, temporarily, call Hope. Just until someone came for her.

Tony and Bruce had run tests on her- Just like they did with all the children, you all saved that day. You and Natasha, never leaving the same room as they did so. Never even leaving her side, if you could help it.

The men had deducted that Hope, was one year and eight months old. Within the one year and six months to just turned two years, that all of the other children were.

They told you that she was a very healthy little girl. Just as healthy as the rest. Them all being practically the same, only slightly more resilient than any other child their age.

From the data and intel you managed to require from the base, you had discovered that the children were some sort of "test-tube babies". Used to make HYDRA a, basically, infinite source of soldiers.

The thought that in fifteen or so years, you could have been on the battlefield. Fighting against the child that now sat upon your lap, munching away at some apple slices. That you- Or the red-head, humming away in the kitchen, as she washed the pots in the sink, could have killed her, and you wouldn't have ever known. Filled you with such horror. Such heartache.

But you were thankful.

Thankful that you had saved her- And all of the other children before that could ever happen.

Thankful that you had sent multiple teams back to that base, to gather all of the information that was in there. Then blowing the place to smithereens, before HYDRA could ever get their hands on it. That they would never be able to do this again. And if they did. Then it would take years just to get back to the point of even testing that the equipment worked.

And those were things you could, truly, be thankful for.

You looked over your shoulder, as Natasha came walking back into the room, smiling brightly at you and the girl in your lap.

Bending over the arm of the chair to get a better look at Hope, she asks the girl peering up at her, "You enjoying those, Hope? They yummy-yummy?"

The girl nods her head, not really understanding what Natasha said, but nodded along anyway. Because of the red-heads enthusiasm.

You assumed because of her situation that she didn't really understand much of what you were saying. Well, less than a regular child her age. And for that same reason, is why she didn't talk. Because she didn't know how too. It's not like you and Natasha haven't tried. You have. A lot. And in many different languages. But still, nothing.

However, you let her take her time. It would happen eventually.

You just hoped you got to see it.

"Yeah," you said in that same tone, "You gonna thank her? It's one of the only things she can make! Chopped up apples."

Natasha squinted her eyes at you in a playful glare, before pushing your head to the side, and away from looking at her. Then moving back down, to talk with the child on your lap.

"Can you say 'apple'?" she asked, picking up one of the thinly cut slices of the girl's snack. Holding it in between both of their faces. "'Apple'?"

The child said nothing. Only reaching out for the pice of fruit Natasha held up to her in demonstration. Whilst chewing on the slice of apple, in her other tiny hand.

Natasha bowed her head, shaking it, as she sighed in amusement.

"Can you say 'shut up'?" you asked, getting the girl to look up at you, while she ate.

"Go on," you egged her on, "Tell her. Tell her to 'shut up'. Go on, do it," you continued, gesturing to Natasha with your finger.

"Is she silly?" Natasha asked, gaining the girl's attention, once again, and a bright smile in return, "Am I gonna kick her ass late? Yes, I am!"

"Wait, baby. No."

"Too late."

***

Watching a grown-ass man roaring and pretending to be a "Tony-Saurus-Rex", as four children happily ran around the room, trying to escape his dreaded "tickle claws". Had to be one of the purest things the world could ever see, hands down.

Morgan, Elijah, Phoebe -the two children that Tony had brought back to his home-, and Hope, having the time of their little lives.

The fearsome "Tony-Saurus-Rex" had scheduled this play date, saying that Hope had to be around children more her age and that he had done the same with Steve and Bucky's temporary child. Considering Clint already had kids for the girl he took home to play with. And who were you to say no and leave Hope out of all the fun?

Natasha sat by your side on the small love seat. Her palm holding her chin as her elbow rested on the arm of the chair.

You could clearly see how much Natasha love this. It was plain as day.

And you felt the exact same.

You loved this. You loved it all.

God, this was gonna hurt like hell.

You were dreading what was to come in the next few days.

However, you were pulled from your thoughts by the little girl, you have quickly come to adore, came barrelling into yours and Natasha's legs. Squealing as Tony ran towards her, before getting distracted, and deciding to chase after another running child.

"Hey, sweety!" You smiled.

"Was he gonna get ya?" Natasha asked while you both helped the little girl up, for her to sit in between you.

The girl panted in between you, watching as Tony continued playing with the other kids. Just as she looked about ready to join in again, Pepper called out from the kitchen.

"Okay, come on! It's snack time!"

"Snack time?" Tony popped up from his hunched "Tony-Saurus-Rex" form. Effectively showing the kids that his dreaded, dinosaur, alter-ego was now safely tucked away. And now there was only a genius, grown man, excited about snacks, left in its wake.

"Wow, you are such a child," you said to the man.

Before Tony could remark his, undoubtedly sarcastic, reply to you. Pepper spoke up again.

"Come on. There's snacks for you guys, too."

"We get snacks?" you straightened in your seat.

"Oh, you call Tony, a child," Natasha said while standing, picking up the girl that was sat in between you both, and placing her on her hip. Begining to make her way towards the kitchen, watching you over her shoulder.

"I want snacks," was all that you could say in defence.

***

The day finally arrived.

The day you and Natasha were both dreading.

The day you had to say goodbye to Hope.

The care-worker had just arrived, and you flashed her a sad, tight-lipped smile. Welcoming her into your home. Introducing her to the little girl, sat contently watching cartoons, on Natasha's lap.

The diaper bag was packed, along with a duffel, holding all of the stuff Natasha and yourself bought for her. The car-seat by the bags. You didn't get much. Knowing that it wouldn't last and that the care-worker couldn't take it all with her, so there wasn't any point.

And maybe. Just maybe. You hoped that it would hurt you less when you eventually had to say goodbye to the little girl.

Less things there, to remind you of her.

Less things to get rid of that would only remind you of her more.

You could tell that Natasha was on the verge of tears when the care-worker introduced herself. Which only solidified your decision to be the "strong one". You had to be that for Natasha, right now. You had to be her rock.

Time had passed by so quick.

Too quick.

The care-worker, Mrs Penelope Keith, was getting ready to leave. Hope's diaper bag and the duffel securely over her shoulder. She had already Taken the car-seat down to the car.

Now all that was left was for you to say goodbye.

"You be good, okay?" Natasha told the little girl, who was confused by the feelings in the room, unknown to anything that was going on. But she still used her little hands to try and wipe Natasha's tears away, as she did with you, that first night you brought her home and she saw the red-head do that for you, "You be the big strong girl I know you are. And know I'll always love you, okay?"

Natasha sniffled harshly, wiping the wetness from her tears, from under her nose. Moving away, so that you could say goodbye, too.

With your girlfriend standing behind you, you lowered yourself to be able to look at the girl properly.

"Hi, sweety. I know you're confused. And I know you're gonna miss us- And trust me, we're gonna miss you too. So much."

You had to keep reminding yourself that this is what you had to do.

You couldn't raise a child.

"You go live your life, okay? And when you do. Don't let anyone tell you what you can or can't do with it."

Except you were raising a child.

"I love you, kiddo."

And you liked it.

"We really should be going now," Mrs Keith said, bending down to pick up the girl, who stood on wobbly legs.

Natasha rushed forward, taking one last chance to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, my sweet little one," she said, cradling Hope's small, chubby, little cheeks, between her fingers. Pressing a love-filled kiss to her forehead.

You bent over slightly, once Natasha came to a stand by your side. Hand's holding the tops of the girl's arms, just staring straight into her eyes. Unable to say anything more than you already had, you just moved to press a kiss just as loving, into the same place Natasha had.

You stepped back finally, wrapping an arm around Natasha's shoulders. Pulling her into your side as she cried softly. Both of you moving to follow Mrs Keith and Hope through the door. To watch them leave your lives forever.

You paused in the hallway, just outside your apartment door. Watching sadly, as they walked away from you.

You weren't able to decipher- Or even understand, the mass-amount of emotions swirling around inside of you.

All you knew was that they hurt you worse than getting shot.

And it increased by the second when Hope turned her head back to peer at you and Natasha, over Mrs Keith's shoulder. The discomfort, showing on her face, clear as day.

She didn't understand what was happening, but she didn't like it.

She didn't like it, one bit.

Your heart ached worse than it did before when you saw the tears quickly fill her eyes, and she reached out over the care-workers shoulder, for you both, as she whimpered.

"Baby," Natasha whispered to you tearfully.

"I know." You tugged her closer to your side, squeezing her shoulder gently, "I know."

If you thought your heart broke before, it was nothing compared to what happened next.

When Hope started crying. No. Bawling.

Oh, God. You couldn't do this.

But you had too.

It was for the best.

But the best for who...?

Not for you and Natasha.

And certainly not for little Hope.

You wondered why this hurt you so much. You had promised yourself that you wouldn't get attached. Stopped yourself from getting too attached to the little girl you rescued and brought home.

That you cared so much for.

And now. Here you were.

Holding a weeping Natasha close to your body, so she wouldn't run over and take Hope from Mrs Keith's arms.

So, that she wouldn't have to let the little girl go again.

Just as Mrs Keith was about to start descending the stairs, only solidifying your final goodbyes to the child.

Something you thought you'd never get to witness, happened.

"Mommy!" Hope cried out, reaching for her red-headed mother.

Natasha Sobbed out, and you were gobsmacked. The tears you had been trying so hard to keep at bay, flowing freely down your cheeks.

And you knew what you had to do.

You loosened your hold on Natasha. Letting the love of your life run out of your arms, and to her little girl.

Mrs Keith stopped walking, as soon as she heard the quick footsteps behind her. Allowing Natasha to pull the child from her grasp, cradling her to her body. Just like she did that first night you brought her home.

Natasha span around to face you, her eyes red, and tears streaming down her face, as you continued to stride over to the small group.

"Y/N, I can't do this," she breathed, almost begging you, "I. I can't. I can't. Y/N-"

"I know. I know," you said, pulling the two crying girls into your arms, just thankful that Hope's cried were subsiding, now that she was in Natasha's arms. "I know." Looking deep into her emerald eyes, you finally confessed what you had been feeling all along, "I can't do this either, baby.”

Natasha sniffed wetly, then pressed her face into your chest.

You both knew that you had no other option. You had to let her go.

It wasn't like Mrs Keith could leave a child, who wasn't legally yours, nor did you have the conformation to foster -as of right now, you hadn't thought you needed to bother. Now you realise how wrong you were-. So, she couldn't leave Hope in your care. That just wasn't how it worked.

But with both of your girls in your arms, you knew that you would do whatever it took to bring Hope home.

To bring your little girl- Your daughter. Back home.

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