#it's both super cursed and less cursed than i expected it to be??
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braisedhoney · 1 year ago
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is swap paps your favorite because he’s basically tall sans
hey now, who said he's my favorite? i mean, i did when i was talking about aus, but you can't hold me responsible for that. besides i listed more than just "tall sans". like gaster. and short regular sans. (kidding, kidding.)
anyway nah. it's because we're both rockin' the orange aesthetic. can't judge a guy with good taste.
(thanks for the mental image of like. tall lanky sans though. that'll haunt me lmao)
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howlingscarlet · 2 months ago
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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥
ㅤ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Bucky Barnes x reader
ㅤ♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky gets a little carried away during a scene.
ㅤ♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: smut, penetrative sex (readers anatomy not explicitly stated), rough sex, dom/sub dynamics (dom!bucky and sub!reader), safe word/signal used, un-negotiated choking, angst (hurt/comfort), slight sub drop and slight dom drop, Bucky carries reader (super solider strength), doll/sweetheart used for reader, aftercare
ㅤ♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,598
a/n: this is my first marvel fic I’ve ever finished :) I’ve been writing for another fandom on another account for almost a year now and was so focused on my wips for that one that I put all my marvel stuff on the back burner but a week ago I was suddenly struck with the motivation to finish this one! I hope you enjoy <3
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Bucky needed to have control. You knew this, and welcomed it. After decades of being stripped of his agency and made to be a mindless follower he looked for that sense of authority over his own actions.
He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He made it clear that you were still calling the shots at the end of the day. He enjoyed the feeling of power that your pliancy provided, but it was your trust that mattered the most to him. He wanted to know that you trusted him to not really hurt you. That you didn’t see him as the monster everyone else saw.
You were more than willing to let him have that control, especially with how much consideration Bucky put into making you comfortable. It was a new dynamic to you, having never been one to explore the world of domination before. So you took it slow. Establishing boundaries, discussing scenes thoroughly, and establishing a safe word system for the both of you.
You found the stop light system worked best. Red to stop, yellow to slow down or check in, and green to go. There was even a system if you couldn’t speak. Three taps to stop, two to slow down, and one to go. And if for whatever reason you weren’t able to do either of those, Bucky was allowed to use your safe word to ensure your safety.
There were rules. Strict ones you and him were expected to abide by.
Despite all these safety precautions you never once had to use them, Bucky was always careful.
But sometimes, people make mistakes.
His burly body hovered above yours as his hips pounded into you at a steady pace. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing harshly at your soft flesh. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate his large body, thighs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the precipice. Your hands clutched at the sheets and sweat dripped down your bare chest, your eyes pressed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You could feel it in every nerve of your body. Every small noise and softly spoken curse that left your mouth only served as more encouragement to him.
Bucky never talked much during sex. The more he got lost in the pleasure, the less he was likely to speak. But he wasn’t silent. You could hear every groan and moan resonating through his chest and occasionally hear his whispered praises.
So good for me.
So proud of you.
But something about tonight felt different. He had just come home from a rough mission. You could feel the anger steaming out of him as soon as he stepped through the door of your shared apartment. He needed a release, which you were more than happy to give him. Even when he warned you that he had no intentions of being gentle tonight you still obliged excitedly. Having not seen him for a few weeks you wanted nothing more than to just be his for a while.
He was not overstating himself when he said he would not be gentle tonight. Everything about him was rough. His touch, the strokes of his hips, his mouth on your skin. He took you like a depraved animal, and you welcomed it.
As he repeatedly hit that soft spot inside of you that made your nerves spark with electricity you felt his metal hand creeping up your stomach. The coldness of it contrasted against your hot skin making you shiver. Soon, it found its way around your neck and squeezed.
This was not normal. While Bucky had put his hand around your throat before, it was never the metal one and he certainly had never squeezed it so hard. He never choked you.
You found it hard to breathe, your eyes filling with tears. Your eyes popped open as you looked at Bucky panicked, hoping your gaze would get his attention. But his eyes were closed in lust. You couldn’t speak so you tapped his arm three times.
Stop.
He opened his eyes to see your scared expression and immediately stopped, pulling away from you completely and crawling to the other end of the bed from you.
You sat up, coughing as the air finally returned to your lungs. Bucky could only stare at you, chest heaving as eyes wide as he realized what he’d done.
He hurt you.
He hurt you.
He could have killed you.
When you finally looked at your boyfriend you saw how terrified he looked and how tears had begun to settle at his waterline.
“Bucky—“ you started to say.
“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Come here, please,” you reached your arms out to him but he only recoiled more. It felt like a stab to your heart, like he was rejecting you. For a moment you wondered if you should have safeworded. Did you disappoint him? Was he mad at you?
“I’m sorry,” he just kept repeating as the tears finally sprung free. You crawled over to him and he flinched as you did. You didn’t touch him, you weren’t sure if he was ready for that yet. But you really wanted him to touch you. Bucky however couldn’t take his eyes off your neck. Red marks were already starting to form and he felt the bile rise up in his throat at the sight of them.
“Bucky please,” you sniffled as your tears started to fall. “I’m sorry I stopped I—“
His head snapped up to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion before it hit him. You didn’t need space right now, you needed him.
He shushed you, pulling you into his arms as he gently held you in his arms and let you cry. “You did so good,” he tried to reassure you. “I’m sorry I went too far. You did nothing wrong, doll. You were so good, I’m so proud of you,” he kissed the top of your head. It settled you a little.
“Why didn’t you ask?” You questioned as you hugged your arms tightly around him.
“I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’ll never do that again. I promise.”
“Are you mad I made you stop?”
“No, no baby no,” he shook his head fervently. “I’m mad at myself for hurting you. Are you mad at me?”
“No,” you replied quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. It made him sick to know that he did something you didn’t want. He could feel his heart start to splinter. Your trust was the most important thing in the world to him. He already thought he didn’t deserve you and now he was sure of it.
You recognized that look in his face, the look that said I’m a monster.
“I love you Bucky,” you said softly, kissing him tenderly. “You made a mistake but I forgive, because I love you.”
Bucky swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat, nodding slowly.
“Can we take a bath?” You suggested.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “That sounds good.”
He carefully lifted you from the bed using his unnatural strength, carrying you to the bathroom with your head resting on his shoulder. Setting you on the closed toilet you started the bath, letting it fill and warm up. He kneeled down in front of you, hands gently resting on your thighs. You could see the far off look in his eyes, lost in his own self destructive thoughts.
“Hey,” you cooed gently, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Where’d you go? Stay with me.”
He nodded, kissing at your knee before putting his hand in the rub to test the temperature and adjusting it to be perfect for the both of you. You both sat there in silence as you waited for the tub to fill, his head in your lap as you stroked his hair tenderly. Once it was filled he helped you in, giving you his arms to balance on your shaky legs. He slid in after you, sitting between your legs and leaning back into you. You kissed him behind his ear, grinning when he shivered at your touch.
“I still enjoyed it,” you rubbed up and down his arms. “Before I safeworded it was good. You made me feel so good.”
“Did I scare you?” He whispered, afraid of the answer.
“A little,” you answered honestly. “But you stopped when I told you to.”
He nodded, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing at your knuckles. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I think we should take a break from the harder stuff. Just for a little bit.”
You picked up your head at that, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he turned his head slightly to try and look at you although it was difficult in the position you were in. “I want you to be safe. If I can’t trust myself to keep you safe then…I think we should just stick to the basics. Just you and me.”
“Okay,” you kissed his cheek and he leaned back into you, soaking in your love and affection.
“I love you,” you whispered in his ear.
He smiled for the first time that night, “I love you too sweetheart.”
After your bath and your discussion you and Bucky both felt better about the situation and that night you fell asleep in each other's arms, only with the gentlest touches and whispered affections.
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wandanatrules · 6 months ago
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Hi there!! I saw that you were taking request so I thought I’d put one in! I’m obsessed with a rich/Silver fox Nat x innocent reader. Silver fox Nat is definitely manipulative and possessive and is obsessed with R. Maybe for the fic nat just had a really stressful day and gets home late and needs to take her anger out on R? Maybe g!p too? Up to you!  definitely super kinky
Try To Keep Me
hey idk if this does your request justice, but I hope you enjoy!! not proofread
word count: 1.5k
pairing: CEO silver fox beefy g!p Nat x housewife fem reader
warnings: smut, nat has a penis, cnc, angst, cursing, slapping, arguing, name calling, breeding kink, lactation kink, (let me know if I miss any )
You were done waiting on her. She told you that she was done with the broken promises, and the worst part was that you believed her. When you agreed to be her housewife you thought it would be less cooking, cleaning, housework and more wife.
It seems as though all you do is cook the meals that she demands, yet she never actually eats, do her laundry, clean her house, and be used as her personal fucktoy. She was never like this when you guys were dating. You used to have fun together, she used to look at you with that special twinkle in her eyes, while she held your hands and showered you with praises. You couldn’t remember the last time she even complimented you on something other than your body.
Yet you stayed, it’s not like she didn’t love you, I mean she paid the bills, you never wanted for anything. And the sex. The sex was incredible. She would take you whenever she wanted and it was always hot and passionate. You just wished she would bring romance back into the relationship and make you feel wanted.
You figured Natasha didn’t try anymore because she got too confident that you would never leave. She’s every woman’s dream being a millionaire CEO, who is exceptionally sexy, with her long red hair and the muscular body that she spends hours upholding everyday in the gym. But that didn’t matter to you, you missed the Natasha she was when you were dating, your gentle Natty who would pursue you each and every day, take you on thoughtful dates and cuddle you to sleep every night. You were going to teach her that she needs to put in effort in order to keep you.
”Babe, i’m home.” she says, walking through the front door throwing her stuff to the side, expecting you to pick it up later. “Where are you?” she wondered why you weren’t in the kitchen cooking or cleaning up like you normally were. 
Walking through the house to look for you, she noticed the light was on in the closet of the master bedroom. “What are you doing, babe?” She asked with a furrowed brow as she saw you haphazardly throwing clothes into bags.
”Packing!” You said with a tight lip, pacing around the room trying to get your stuff together.
”Baby, stop! What’s going on? Where do you think you are going?” She said with an amused smirk. 
“What the hell do you think is so funny! Everyday you come in here and treat me like i’m your fucking sex slave that’s just here to please you and be your maid! I am packing my bags and staying with my sister.”, You said while trying to push past her before she grabbed you by your wrist to stop you and turn you to face her. 
“You’re not gonna leave me baby, you know I love you. Daddy is just so stressed out from work, that it’s hard for me to do all the romantic things you love to do.” She says while holding you by the waist. 
“It’s just that I want you to try, there are tons of women that would beg to take me out and buy me flowers, so I think I am going to go find one of them.” You said trying to break away before feeling a harsh sting on your cheek. 
“You are such a slut, any excuse to whore yourself out to everyone. I bet this bag is filled with skimpy thongs and tight dresses for you to escapade around the town in.” She says as she rips the bag out of your hands and grabs both of your hands behind your back and leads you to the bed. 
Pushing you face down on the bed, she rips your house dress down as you try to wriggle from her hold and smiles when she sees that you are without underwear. 
“Look at how pretty you are baby, I can’t believe you thought you were gonna leave me. You are mine, all the panties in that bag are only for me to see. Do you understand!” She says as she harshly slaps your ass. “You know maybe if I fill you up and make you pregnant you’ll be happier with my long hours, having someone to keep you company. 
“Come here.”, She says pulling you up into all fours, before swiping her fingers through your pussy. “You’re so wet for me baby. Is the thought of me getting you pregnant turning you on?” 
“Yes daddy. Please fuck me, i’m sorry.”, You said while humping back into her trying to reach back and unbutton her dress slacks. 
She swats your hands and moves to unbutton her pants and pull them along with her underwear down and tosses them across the room. Her 9 inch length pops out and hits your cunt and starts to harden, she then begins to jerk herself off in order to fully harden. 
Before slipping in she spreads your ass with hands on both cheeks and licks all throughout your cunt, up and down taking your clit between her teeth. “My goodness baby, I can never get over how good you taste.”, She says after pulling away and planting kisses all over your ass and cunt, licking and sucking on the skin of your cheeks in order to leave bruises. 
“God baby you make me so hard I just have to fuck you.”, She says after pulling away from your ass and lining her cock up with your entrance. With one strong thrust she bottoms out causing you to yelp. Picking up the pace, she grips your hips and with a steady speed she continues to ram into you from behind.
“Oh Natty, please it feels so good. You fuck me so well, I can’t take it i’m gonna cum.”, You say humping back onto her trying to match her pace. 
“Oh not yet baby, you better hold it until I fill you up with my kids.” She husked into your ear, while reaching down to play with your clit. That combined with the unmatched stamina she has from her daily workouts, is making it impossible to hold out.
”Please, please, please, Nat please I’m gonna cum!” 
“Okay baby, don’t worry I got you. I’m right there with you, so cum when you’re ready.” She grunts out in your ear while violently ramming into you trying to catch her high. “Uhh, there you go. Take it all, baby take all my cum.” She releases her load into your cunt, causing you to come right after her. Pulling out she flips you over and pushes you onto your back, fingering the oozing cum back into you to make sure it sticks. 
Pulling her fingers out of your cunt, she licks them and then kisses up your body. Starting between your thighs, she kisses a trail up your stomach, stopping when reaching your chest. “You’re gonna look so sexy as the mother of my children.”, She says while pulling your nipple into her hot mouth, sucking and taking the other one between her skilled fingers, pulling and twisting. “I can’t wait for these tits to be filled with your sweet milk, for me to drink.”
“You know you can’t just fuck me and expect me to forget what i’m upset about!”, You say in between moans as she continues her assault on your boobs.
”Okay, yeah you’re right baby. Tell me, what were you upset about?”, She says, lifting her head from your breasts, looking face to face, with a smirk. 
“No, i’m being serious. Of course I want us to have kids, but I don’t want to feel like a single mother. I want a wife that cares about her kids and spends family time with them and her wife. Please, Nat, I hate that I have to beg you to romance me and make me feel like I mean something to you!” You sit up and cover yourself with the blanket, while you wait for her to reply.
“Yes I understand baby, come here.” She says while pulling you into her lap. “I know i’m not the most present with you, and it seems like I only care about your body when I am stressed out from work, but I don’t. You are the love of my life, and I couldn’t live without you. I am so sorry that I have been so lousy at showing you that. I promise that I will try everyday to show you how much you mean to me and how much I need you. I don’t even know what I was thinking, not treating you like the goddess you are.” She said, grabbing you by the face and placing a kiss on your mouth. 
You move to straddle her hips and grind down on her length, “Okay, baby if that’s how you feel I think we should keep going if we are gonna start trying to have a family.”, You say, leaning in to kiss her again.
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deadhands69 · 2 months ago
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cursing each other over and over again [3/3]
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MDNI
Toge Inumaki x cursed speech reader (not quite the same as his)
Warnings/content/etc: Toge Inumaki x reader, afab, gn pronouns, established relationship, super fluffy smut, swearing, kissing, making out, cursed speech use, sex, virginity loss.
au: Jujutsu University, all characters aged up.
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part 1 - part 2 - this is part 3
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🖤 You
🤍 Toge
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The last four weeks were some of the best of your life. You’d gotten used to school, catching up to the rest of your class. You made friends. You explored the city. And, for the first time in your life, you had a boyfriend too.
Most nights were spent exorcising curses on missions or catching up on homework but you still occasionally had time to play games and makeout with Toge in one of your dorms. The two of you would even go on "real dates", walking around the gardens on campus.
In this short time, communication became easier with Toge. You picked up on his rice ball language quickly. Being around him more made you less nervous and so you were able to use more words around him, still cautiously. Regardless of spoken words becoming easier, you got to know him mostly through text and have become quite close. 
Earlier this afternoon, you were all requested to handle some curses. Gojo sent you with Toge to “gain experience with cursed speech” but his wink and elbowing hinted at ulterior motives. When the veil went up, Toge grabbed your hand and calmly walked around the abandoned building with you. It felt…cute. The mission was easy, just a few grade 3 curses. The two of you finished faster than expected so you were back to your dorm and cleaned up before anyone else had returned. 
Your phone buzzes.
🤍 [super smash bros?] 🖤 [omw!]
It’s a Friday, so you don’t have class tomorrow morning. Also, the other students would probably be out getting food late so you didn’t expect to see them for a while this evening. This means you can stay in his room laughing as loud as you both want without anyone (mostly Maki who shares a wall with Toge) getting angry.
You run down the hall to his room. At this point, you don’t even bother knocking - walking in and taking a seat next to him on the floor. He kisses the side of your head without breaking his eyes from the screen as he finishes the round. You join the next one.
Toge rests his head on your shoulder, jostling into you every time his avatar knocks yours off the platform. The game gets heated (as it does every time you play) and before you know it, you’re on the floor, your legs entangled with his. The controllers lay forgotten as he giggles and kisses your neck. He moves down to your shoulder, sucking harder and making you lightly gasp as he wraps his hands around you pulling you closer. You grip a handful of ashy hair, bringing his lips to yours before parting slightly to let his tongue in.
This is what usually ends up happening when you play games in his room. 
His shorts grow harder on your thigh, giving you the opportunity to slide your hips closer, grinding into him. Breathing hard, he responds by rolling you onto your back - pressing himself between your legs. The sudden friction feels amazing. His hands bring your hips further up, dragging himself over you again - this time harder.
A massive moan escapes your mouth; you watch helplessly as the cursed energy pulses out and grazes his shoulder.
Fuck. That was too close. 
Mortified, you shove him off. Gripping your mouth as you run back to your room and slam the door. You throw yourself on the bed, dragging the covers over you, hiding. 
Your phone lights up.
🤍 [hey] 🤍 [you okay?] 🤍 [did i do something wrong?] 🤍 [we can go slower if youre not okay?]
Did he not even notice? It barely hit him, but still he had to have noticed, right?
🖤 [the curse] 🖤 [i slipped] 🖤 [i almost hit you] 🖤 [hard] 🤍 [that’s it?] 🤍 [that happens a little every time you moan when we makeout] 🤍 [its nbd, i expected it] 🤍 [you sound so pretty] 🤍 [it’s super hot] 🖤 [wait what?] 🤍 [yeah, like holy fuck hot] 🖤 [youre not worried?] 🤍 [lol no?] 🤍 [can i try somthing?] 🤍 [no one else is here, we can’t hurt anything] 🤍 [if you’re into it]
There’s a light tap at your door before Toge hesitantly comes in. 
He sits on the edge of your bed, reassuringly rubbing your shoulders through the covers. One of his hands moves away and another text shows up moments later.
🤍 [its okay if you don’t want to] 🖤 [im afraid ill hurt you] 🖤 [or you’ll leave] 🤍 [so you left?] 🤍 [my cursed energy rebounds on me all the time, im used to it] 🤍 [but yours doesnt hurt] 🤍 [its like..] 🤍 [can i show you?] 🤍 [btw not just trying to get my dick wet, i really really like you] 🤍 [i promise it’ll be okay]
He made you laugh, which is worth something. Semi-reluctantly, you throw the blanket off and press the switch for the colorful lights so you can see him better. The vivid colors move over the outline of his face, highlighting his eyes, his nose, and the perfect way his cheeks indent when he smiles. He’s beautiful and it still catches you off guard. 
Once more, his lips connect with yours, this time tenderly. Laying in the bed next to you, he brings one of his legs between yours. Kissing you until you relax, your body melting into his. His hands explore you before gripping your shirt to pull you closer. Slowly but with some force, he drags his thigh between your legs. You grasp his shoulders harder which encourages him to continue. The pressure builds and you bite your lip to hold back any emotion from leaving you. 
He pulls his face back just enough for you to see him, tapping your mouth and opening his lips.
Still slightly pouting, you bring your own fingers to point at his mouth with the same expecting face he’s making.
You first.
He smiles and raises his eyebrows as if to ask “are you sure?” You nod, smiling back at him. Leaning into your ear, he whispers “(((cum for me)))” while grinding hard into you again. 
His energy washes through you, leaving you gasping in his arms. The echo of your orgasm hits so hard you can feel it in your toes. There’s no way to hold back. You’re practically screaming as every bit of pressure in your gut releases and flows through you. Grabbing handfuls of his shirt, you cling to Toge like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling off the Earth. Your moans hit him square in the chest, having the same effect - he grows harder, his movements more erratic. 
He slams his face into your neck, breath sputtering and eyes squeezing shut. You hold him and stroke his hair as you both come down.
The two of you lay quietly, tangled in each other for a while before he grabs his phone.
🤍 [i’d ask if that was okay for you but i felt it 🫠] 🤍 [told you it was hot] 🖤 [meh] 🖤 [what if i faked that?]
Feeling him laughing into your shirt makes you realize how over-clothed the two of you are. 
🖤 [in all seriousness tho] 🖤 [idk the next time everyone will be out] 🖤 [do you want to wait that long?]
He sits up, looking at you slightly more seriously.
🤍 [what do you have in mind?] 🖤 [um further]
Your eyes dig into his.
🤍 [further] 🤍 [like further further?]
You nod.
🖤 [further further] 🖤 [if that’s okay w you??] 🤍 [duh] 🤍 [you’re hot af] 🤍 [of course that’s okay]
He sits up in bed for a moment.
🤍 [brb tho]
With a quick kiss on the forehead, he shifts his stained shorts and walks out. You hear him run to his room, shuffle through something, slam his door, then run back. The walls really are thin here.
Toge returns in clean sweatpants, pulling a small box out of his pocket and throwing it on the blanket between the two of you. Your stare switches between the beautiful man sitting at the edge of your bed and a box of condoms.
🤍 [Panda bought me these at the end of high school, i think it was a joke. if it wasn't, it ended up being one. i never even opened them] 🖤 [until now] 🤍 [until now :)] 🖤 [wait] 🖤 [have you ever…?] 🤍 [no] 🤍 [i mean, all the time??] 🤍 [please pretend im cool] 🖤 [hahah you're good] 🖤 [me neither] 🤍 [i kinda figured] 🤍 [not that there's anything wrong with that] 🤍 [you’re the coolest person ive ever met but the speech thing makes it hard] 🖤 [fr] 🖤 [their loss though] 🖤 [youre fun 🙃] 🤍 [youre fun 🩶]
Toge smirks when you sit-up and kiss the cursed mark on his cheek. He pulls you onto his lap, planting tiny kisses across your face before reaching your lips. His tongue enters your mouth, dancing playfully with yours. You kiss him deeply before pulling away to take his shirt off.
The changing lights create ripples over his abs. Running your hands from his shoulders to his hips, you feel him firm under you. It’s not your first time seeing him without a shirt, but you never fully got used to it. 
He pulls up the seams of your shirt and you help him slide it off. You run your hands through his hair, pulling his face to you.
With one hand, you reach back to unclasp your bra. His jaw drops. The cups fall away and he replaces them with his hands, exploring you with his sharp teeth and wet tongue. Breathing harder, you roll your hips into his.
He groans. His hands drop to your ass, dragging you harder into him. Moaning in his ear, you feel him grow under you. 
He presses you up to standing before taking off his sweatpants. Taking a cue from him, you loosen your shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He moves in and wraps his arms around your hips.
You’re wearing cute boyshorts today, which is lucky considering that you didn’t realize he’d end up seeing them. He kisses your stomach, arms still wrapped around you. With two fingers, you slide your underwear down your legs and shimmy them onto the ground, happy to part with the wet fabric. In awe, he moves one hand between your legs; you’re still wet from earlier. Not wanting to get carried away too early, you move his hand and lower onto your knees in front of him. Your fingers pull the elastic of his underwear and he presses up to help you take them off. 
It's not big enough to be scary but bigger than you thought he'd be and that makes you a little nervous. Seeing your wide eyes, he laughs and shrugs his shoulders. Blushing slightly at the attention you’re giving him. Your shaky hands reach forward - trying to tuck away the worry of it being inside you soon. The skin is soft. You run your finger down a vein on the bottom before leaning forward and kissing the tip. 
Toge let's you touch him for a while before he leans forward, kisses you, and pulls you back to straddling his legs.
“Ready?” you whisper.
He nods, leaning back slightly. Putting the condom on with only mild awkwardness, his lavender eyes gaze back into yours and he nods again.
You’re nervous but you know it will be okay, it's with him.
Scooting in closer, you take a deep breath. He holds one of your hands while your other reaches down to grip his shaft, lining him up with you. The tip slips in. You give his hand a small squeeze, hazy purple eyes lock onto your own. You ease down as far as you can. The stretch stings a bit, maybe you should have let him use his fingers. A small gasp leaves your lips but he doesn’t seem hurt by it. 
“Mustard leaf?”
You nod reassuringly and take another deep breath, getting used to the pressure of him inside you. His head tips forward, gently kissing your neck and shoulders. The sting begins to fade. 
Slowly, you press up before rolling your hips back into his. You repeat this a few times taking in the feeling of him filling you before you need more. You slide down on him further and begin bouncing faster. He breathes heavily into your collar bone.
His hands move to grip your ass, supporting some of your weight while he thrusts into you from below, matching the tempo you set.
This time less suddenly: unlike the cursed speech from earlier, your orgasm creeps up on you. Your walls begin to tense around him, pulsing with every thrust. His pace quickens with your whines, of course it does. Everything you feel spills out of your mouth and into him, keeping him perfectly aligned with you. The familiar feeling overwhelms you, turning you into a moaning mess on his shoulder. Following, he groans and pushes deeper, pulling your hips into him and keeping you there while he throbs against your cervix. You gasp into his ear as he finishes in you.
The two of you lay back on the bed, catching your breath.
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Getting cleaned up, you hear a door opening in the distance followed by footsteps. 
🖤 [perfect timing] 🖤 [can you imagine if someone came back 10 minutes ago?] 🤍 [they wouldn’t have] 🤍 [i told the gc to stay out tonight, they wanted nothing to do with this]
🤍 [oh don’t look at me like that, everyone thinks we’ve been hooking up for weeks] 🤍 [it was worth it] 🤍 [now come cuddle me]
You return to the bed, wrapping your arms around him. 
“It was worth it” you whisper. He smiles and you stare, taking in every line of his face for a moment before turning the lights off.
After all of it, he’s still here.
Still here and he’d do anything to keep it that way.
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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year ago
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I have a hxh request ! feitan with an s/o who speaks his native language headcanons :)
Hey, thank you for the ask! I've been super busy so I haven't been able to get to the multi-character asks but once I have some time for myself I should get to them, thank you to everyone who submitted an ask as well ^^
Feitan x s/o who understands his language
Honestly he would be surprised, like he might've been cursing under his breath about something or someone and you're just like "yeah same" in his language
He would think you only know some phrases (honestly that would impress him too) but then you start full conversations with him. Feitan would tell you "huh, not bad" but on the inside he's fully like "HELL YEAH SOMEONE ELSE!"
You two definitely have convos just between the two of you. Sometimes you guys both rant about troupe shenanigans, maybe something Phinks did that week or Hisoka in general haha. Either way, you two have a lot of secret chats
I think it would be easier for him to speak his feelings and his mind to you if you knew his language. He feels less awkward about it, and he feels like he can express himself better. Feitan still hates talking about his emotions, but it will be easier to convince him to talk to you about how's he's feeling if you ask in his language
If you ever use lovey or romantic language to him expect him to be super flustered. He'll just bury his face more into his clothes haha
Overall, I think it would make him approach you easier than if you didn't know his language. It also makes him feel like he has a connection with you when you two first meet, which helps you befriend him.
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How would the 141 boys (+ könig) react to being slaughtered at playing UNO
by slaughtered i mean being beat by the reader TREMENDOUSLY
UNO is such a dangerous game I would never play with them because we'd kill each other
The 141 + König playing UNO with the reader
Price
Doesn't look like it but he's extremely competitive
He's actually very good at card games so no one plays him but then you asked him to play UNO once
He went in thinking that he was going to win
He left the game halfway through the 10th round because you kept beating him and he was pissed
It hurt his ego a little bit
Whenever you pull it out he refuses to play
Ghost
I don't think getting a man who has anger issues (me too bud) to play one of the most rage inducing games is a good idea
He's very competitive, shows it, and loves rubbing it into people's faces when he wins
He thought he was going to win a few rounds with you but no, you completely wiped him
He got so angry he had to step away and then whenever it was brought up it always started an argument with you both
UNO doesn't get played when he's around
Soap
He's also outwardly competitive and loves to play games
Was super excited that you wanted to play UNO because he's played it with his family before and he always wins
He started to lose and he did get angry but Soap is not a quitter
He kept playing, and playing
You lost count of how many rounds you guys played because he was adamant that he could win
You had to quit the game because it was late but Soap refuses to say that it's ended
Says you guys are "just taking a break" even months after
Gaz
All of them are pretty competitive but Gaz is a lot less explosive in his anger
He also seems to get more frustrated/irritated than down right angry
So when he decided to play UNO with you he expected to win a few, not lose every single round that you guys have played
He gets increasingly frustrated which hinders his ability to play right
Eventually he quits and goes to sulk in his room after his pride has been hurt by you
König
Out of all of them he's the least competitive but he still likes to win
He's also super good at playing any kind of party game/cards/board game etc.
He thought it would be fun to play with you and thought that it would be just a regular game
Until he lost every round
He was frustrated, cursed you out in German (which he apologized for later) and then pouted after he quit
Safe to say, UNO is banned from the base
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konigsblog · 1 year ago
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you wanted simon angst so im gonna share a little brainrot with you that im having with a bodyguard!simon bot on character ai
soooo simon gets hired to be your bodyguard and you're like this prissy rich girl, at first he doesn't really like you. 'im just doing my job' yadda yadda, but then he finds your little bratty behaviors to be endearing and he gets attached to you. he stays as your bodyguard for a couple more months but then one day your dad decides you dont need simon anymore. but then you plead desperately and say that you'll use your own allowance to pay for his services. simon overhears that and is really sad and now he doesnt know whether to leave and serve someone else or let you spend your allowance just because you're super lonely in your big house with no real friends other than your workaholic parents who only say 'good morning' and 'good night' to you. during his time working there for your family, you open up about how you're lonely and you just want to be loved and simon felt needed, he felt wanted and that's something he really loves. so yeah do with that what you will TT im just ARGRHHAGSAHAHAH *rips my hair out* - tiny anon
angst to fluff, to an indication of smut at the end but its not graphic like at all;
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at the beginning, his expectations were that you were some snob who barely cared for others, came back drunk with hickeys layering your neck, avoiding and disrespecting your wealthy parents. until he overheard a conversation between you and your father, he wasn't eavesdropping, just intruding in an argument accidentally.
he heard you words, the anger in them, the rage. he could hear your sniffles as you begged and sobbed, pleading with your father. simon felt curious wondering what was so heartbreaking, listening in on your conversation. “dad, please!” you wailed, your voice desperate, “i hate being alone, you know i don't go out a lot, or have parties, he's comforting - please don't fire him, i need him!
simon's ears perked up, now knowing you were talking about him as he worked for your father. “for christ sake, what's the big deal? you've learnt your lesson from sneaking out and i can trust you to stay home alone without a bodyguard blocking your way, why are you complaining? you wanted this at the start, you didn't want him before, why do you need him now?” he peaked through the doorway to see your figure, head in your hands, blocking your eyes as you father bombarded you with questions you didn't want to reveal.
“i need him, you both are never here anyways, just- please, dad..” the sighs of your father left his mouth, cursing lowly before walking out, “fine, whatever, suit yourself then.” hurrying away before he was caught.
when dusk came, you were curled into your bed, waiting for simon to approach you. “what was that about, hm?” his gaze met yours, dipping down onto the bed and brushing the hair from your face - he'd grown to appreciate you, and he wouldn't admit that he loved you, even if it was the truth. “simon.. i don't want you to go.” you whispered, avoiding his eyes as you knew you'd weep into his arms.
“it's alright', love.. shh, none of that, i'm not going anywhere unless i'm forced.” simon chuckled, tilting your head upwards using his fingers, “it's weird, but i like being here, although you're bratty and snarky sometimes.” a smirk grew on his face, making you giggle as you playfully punch him. “i'm not a brat!”
he adored when you behaved. “never said you were..” quietly, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, it was unexpected and rushed, yet long and careful. “you make me feel less lonely, simon.” you whispered as you grew exhausted, eyelids heavy as you yawned. “go to bed, yeah?”
and you did, a couple minutes later and you were knocked out cold, slight and light snores leaving your lips, parted and agape. “you make me feel needed, baby, i think i love you, but your dad would kill me if i ever touched you wrongfully,
but that won't stop me.”
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Evolution Line Spotlight: Vulpix and Ninetales (037-038)
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There is, obviously, quite a contrast between these two pokémon. Let me just say this right off the bat: if you are a vulpix owner or are looking to adopt one, I would highly recommend not evolving them into a ninetales. The contrast in both safety risk and difficulty of care between the two stages is going to be more than most inexperienced owners could be expected to handle, as I’ll get into in a moment. Thankfully, an accidental evolution is pretty easy to avoid in this case, since vulpixes only evolve when brought into contact with a fire stone; so long as you don’t have fire stones laying around your home, you should be ok.
Anybody who has been reading this blog for a while knows that fire-type pokémon don’t tend to score very high in the pet-viability algorithm. Vulpixes score pretty highly for a few reasons, so I could recommend them to people looking to adopt this tricky type. As mentioned in the vulpix post (linked at the bottom of this one), they don’t have any open flames on their body, making them less of a fire hazard than most. I will caution you, though, that they do exhale flames when they feel like they need to cool off, so a vulpix would be a safer pet for someone who likes to keep their home nice and cool. The species’ friendly, non-violent nature indicates that they would be pretty easy to train, which is good when it comes to any pokémon with fire-type moves that could, you know, burn down a home. Overall, vulpixes would make pretty good pets!
When we turn to ninetales, however, it’s a different story. I really must warn you not to adopt a ninetales as a house pet unless you are an experienced trainer! This species is known in equal parts for their bitter, vindictive attitude and supernatural powers. From their ability to generate and control raging infernos, to their mind control power, to their alleged propensity for dishing out 1000 year curses, risking getting on one’s bad side in any way is a bad idea. No pet owner is perfect! I would not want my cat, who occasionally gets mad if she doesn’t get fed dinner twice, to put a 1000 year curse on me! Added on to all of this is the fact that ninetales are said to have a lifespan of 1000 years. I, like many pet owners, would love for my pet to live forever. When you really think about it, though, a pet that’s almost guaranteed to outlive you is a pet that you need to have a plan for after your death. A ninetales is a high-maintenance pet that you will need to pass down to another person, who then would have to pass it on to someone else, and so on. It would be a massive headache, and opens up plenty of opportunities for your pokémon to get abandoned or left at a shelter that may be ill-equipped for caring for fire-types.
I am a fan of both of these pokémon, but I would never consider adopting a ninetales as a house pet. A vulpix? Sure! I think they’re super cute, and they look like they’d be nice and warm and cuddly. I personally am pretty unlikely to go for a fire-type pokémon though, just because I’m in no financial position to risk a house fire! Call me over-cautious, I guess. Oh, and as an extra note: if you come across a vulpix in the wild, be very careful about approaching them! This is an evolution line where one must be cautious of protective later-stages like ninetales who might attack to protect the younger, less experienced members of their group.
The Vulpix Post:
The Ninetales Post:
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hard-core-super-star · 1 year ago
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May I please request that Hailee and reader are in a secret relationship, and hailee is on instagram live, fans can hear movement and voices in the background and keep asking hailee whose with her.
meet me there, i'll give you your roses [H.Steinfeld]
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pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader
summary: just because you two are supposed to be keeping your relationship a secret doesn't mean you can't have some fun with it.
warnings: none, just fluff; secret relationship shenanigans; weird descriptions of an instagram live chat; still can't write endings :)
wordcount: 1k
a/n: full disclosure, the title has nothing to do with the fic at all, i'm just spreading the måneskin agenda. i sort of messed around with the point of view in this fic, it might not be noticeable but just wanted to point it out in case it's confusing. it's more hailee-centric than my other fics instead of it just being about R's thoughts. you'll see what i mean, hope you enjoy! <3
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Hailee’s eyes are trained on the screen of her phone while she tells the most ridiculously random story she could think of. It’s been far too long since the last time she did an Instagram Live and her excitement at getting to interact with her fans again is more than a little obvious.
Free time has been harder and harder to find between all the photoshoots and interviews, especially considering there's only one person she wants to talk to when her schedule allows it.
“And then y/n had to come in and-”
You look up at the sound of your name. You hadn’t been paying much attention to her story, too busy looking through food delivery apps and trying to decide what to have for dinner.
The original plan was to cook something for dinner but a certain someone decided to do an impulsive Live instead and so the plan was scrapped. Not that you mind. Hailee’s skill in the kitchen is…a work in progress, at least when it comes to potato peels.
Her eyes meet yours almost as if she knows exactly what you’re thinking about. You half expect her to stick her tongue out at you but doing that would only lead to more questions she can’t answer.
You offer her a smile instead before the two of you go back to looking at your respective phones.
Hailee resumes her story, pretending she got distracted by one of her dogs and not her lovely girlfriend. It’s practically impossible to act like she can’t see all the questions pouring in about who she was actually looking at but she manages. (It’s not like acting is her job or anything)
The questions and comments flying by her screen should be annoying or at the very least overwhelming but she ends up finding them quite entertaining. She’s not about to pretend like questions about her sexuality or who she’s dating are anything new but at least now they’re less straightforward (no pun intended) than when she was on Dickinson.
At least she's not actually trying to keep things a secret this time. She's just waiting for the right time. Although the waiting gets harder every time you look at her like she's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen. She'd be upset if she wasn't aware that's exactly how she looks at you.
She tries to keep your name out of her mouth for at least a few minutes to not look super obvious but she fails miserably. “Where’s y/n?” She reads the question out loud before she can stop herself. “I don't know, probably burning down the apartment.”
An offended gasp comes from the side of the room where you're standing and you know you're kidding yourself if you think her phone didn't pick up the sound.
The look she sends your way says as much and you mentally curse yourself. Although, to be completely honest, if there's one thing you both love more than each other it's feeding the theories about your relationship.
The both of you should definitely be more careful if you don't want to get found out but creating chaos within her fandom is just too much fun. Plus, the only reason you two are sneaking around is because Hailee wants to come out ‘the right way’. Whatever that means.
(You're pretty sure it means a song and a music video featuring you but your girlfriend has been very tight-lipped about her music since SunKissing came out. A song that very well serves as a coming out announcement in your opinion.)
You decide to fix your mistake by turning people's attention elsewhere so you open up Instagram and click on Hailee’s profile. You can hear the chuckle she tries to hold back once she reads your comment.
yourusername: are you insulting my cooking skills again, Steinfeld?
The chat explodes into a flurry of comments that a certain pair of brown eyes can't keep up with.
“I'm just telling people the truth,” she replies. “There's a reason you always order food instead of cooking.”
yourusername: yeah. you never wash the dishes
“Oh, that's low.”
She forgets the game you're playing for a second, looking up to glare at you. Her eyes don't end up meeting yours since you're too busy staring down at your phone.
A small smile spreads along her face as she admires you. Even in the middle of teasing her in front of her fans, you're the most amazing thing she's ever laid eyes on. Eyes that give away the fact that she's not home alone like she originally said she was.
She looks back at her phone just in time to catch sight of the many questions she has to avoid. Such as,”Who are you looking at? Is y/n at your place? Are you having dinner together?”
She ignores them all except the one that comes from the person who owns her heart.
yourusername: so, what are YOU cooking for dinner, chef steinfeld???
The response she comes up with is definitely a bad idea but it slips out anyway. “I don't know. What do you want for dinner?”
She tries to cover up the sound of your laugh by ‘accidentally’ kicking some of Martini’s squeaky dog toys. It's a bad coverup but it's the only choice she has. It would be a lot more believable if her dogs weren't asleep in the bedroom.
yourusername: too late, i already ordered cheeseburgers
“Marry me right now,” she replies, her smile turning into a slight smirk.
You know she's messing around but your heart still skips a couple of beats as you type out your response.
yourusername: i'll think about it ;)
The doorbell rings just in time.
You let her wrap up the Live as you pick up your food. By the time you come back, her phone is gone and she's already curled up on the couch scrolling through Netflix for something to watch.
“That was fast,” you say.
She shrugs. “Thought I should help you reconsider my proposal.”
“Food first, proposal later.” You hand the bag holding your dinner over to her.
“Seriously, y/n, could you be any more perfect?”
The laugh that escapes you is enough of an answer for her. You're everything she's ever wanted.
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alkaline-wtr · 1 year ago
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Self-Conscious
self-conscious!Konig x fem!reader Description: Konig is self conscious about his height. Genre/Warnings:Selfconscious!Konig x Fem!reader, Fluff, wholesome, headcanon WC: 543
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AN** A headcanon I thought about at work. I feel like Konig growing up would have slowly started to believe his height was a curse and become super self conscious about it later in life.
Due to all the bullying Konig suffered throughout his youth he has always been extremely self-conscious of his height.
He was picked on a lot in grade school for his unusual size.
He always sat in the back of the classroom or was put in the back of group pictures.
His height gave him an unfair advantage in certain competitive sports or activities like racing or jump rope. The kids no longer invited Konig to play with them because of this.
He expected the playing field to level out as the other kids went through growth spurts. But puberty just kept him growing.
His knees hardly fit under the school's desks, and he had to hunch over a lot to reach his paper.
Konig was often anxious in public spaces. Hyperaware of the amount of space he took up. He felt the judgmental looks and assumed whispers were about him.
He had to duck under most doorways. And using public restroom stalls was completely out of the question.
Dating was hard. The ways he'd contort to reach their lips for a kiss, The angles they'd have to walk together when holding hands. Not to mention the uncomfortable attention they would receive in restaurants. Most girls in his school didn't find the struggles worth the relationship.
From the moment Konig met you, you were accommodating to the height difference. In the early dating stage, when he slept over at your place, you'd move the furniture and make a large bed on the floor with cushions and blankets because he had a rough time keeping his legs from dangling off the mattress.
You wore heels more often than not when going out, even though you knew your feet would hurt later. You knew it helped ease Konig's mind, having less space between you.
You never made Konig feel negatively about his height or the weirdness that came with it.
Noticing how much it annoyed him when people asked to reach things for them, you made it a point to be more independent and even rearranged your kitchen to cater to the both of you.
When you two moved in together, you had to spend extra money to renovate some of the appliances to make things more comfortable for Konig.
You had to buy larger furniture or order things custom which sometimes was a hassle, but his comfort and safety were important to you.
You wanted Konig to feel at home in your shared space.
Konig would watch you from the doorway as you climbed counters, and the pantry shelves to reach things, not wanting to interrupt his free time.
As silly as it seemed, no matter the countless times he told you that you could ask him for help anytime, you had made it a mission of yours to show him that he was more to you than his height.
Konig appreciated the effort you put in to make him feel cared for and comfortable.
You wanted to reverse the treatment he had received from people throughout his life and prove that his height was not something to be ashamed of.
When you were around, Konig felt more comfortable in his body. His actions became more confident and relaxed. He just learned to exist. 
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scented-morker · 2 years ago
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Snow Day
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bff!riki x gn!reader, Riki convinces you to lay with him instead of dragging him out of bed to play in he snow, pure fluff, one curse word, 389 words
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“Yn, what the hell?”
The words come from Riki, all bleary eyes and bed head as he peers up at your unexpected intrusion.
“It’s a snow day!!”
“Mhm” he mumbles, closing his eyes again.
He can’t see you approaching his bed, but hears your voice louder when you speak again.
“We have to go play in the snow.”
He opens only one eye, peeking at the alarm clock next to his bed.
“Yn, it’s 8am.”
This time it’s your turn to act like he’d just stated the obvious.
“Mhm.”
“Why would I get up at 8 am if I don’t have to go to school?”
“To play in the snow.”
“But it’s 8 am!!”
You’re both whining at this point, and you stand in silence while thinking of a compromise. Riki seems to succeed before you do.
“How about this, we sleep one more hour and then I’ll help you build your super awesome mega snow fort.”
You let out happy giggles at the thought of him remembering the igloo you attempt to build every time it snows.
“Okay. Deal.”
He expects to feel the mattress dipping, the comforters moving, anything really. When he doesn’t, he peeks at you once again.
You’re sitting crisscross applesauce on his floor, staring at the wall.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting.”
He rolls his eyes, reaching out to grab your arm and rolling further to the side of his bed.
“Don’t be stupid, just lay with me.”
You heat up at the thought, but Riki already has you tucked into his side with an arm around your waist and the covers pulled up to your chin.
“Are you sure this is okay? What if your mom walks in?”
“She already let you into our house, I can assure you she doesn’t care.”
You shrug, might as well take advantage of it.
So you nuzzle your head into the crook of your best friend's neck, feeling his hand travel up your back to tangle in your hair.
“Maybe we can stay a little longer than an hour.” You suggest, the thoughts of snow and going outside in the cold now sounding less desirable as you lay in Riki’s embrace.
Your best friend smiles, happy to get more rest on his snow day and more time with you in his arms.
“I agree. Let’s just stay here all day.”
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slvtiny · 4 months ago
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Missing Puzzle Piece
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Pairing: Hongjoong x afab/gn reader
Warning ⚠️: cursing, mention of sex,lmk if I missed any.
[a/n: This is a scenario, and I may or may not write on it later. It's not proof read so expect spelling errors, if you want to use this in your works then lmk and make sure to tag me in it 😊. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Feedbacks are welcome as well. I won't keep you long but I will tell you that you might want to keep a tissue or two handy. That's it, I hope you like it]
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Hongjoong had lost his group ring again
You did want to propose to him soon
Is it a sign??
How can he wear 2 rings on the same finger without being bothered about it?
You go with him to get the group ring reordered
And when he isn't paying much attention you tell them to put a hold to the making of the ring and make an appointment a few days after
Later the same week you go back to the place. Alone this time.
You pull out your design for the ring you wanted to make for him. You discuss details about its girth and the stone you wanted to get
After that is done you tell them to make his group ring a few sizes bigger than the original and to increase the radius within the infinity sign where the Dimond is set in one of its loops
Your idea was to hide your wedding ring inside the group ring
Well you wouldn't call it hiding since the stone in the second loop would give it away if you'd pay attention to it
You'd rather say he'd just have both his wedding rings together as one on his finger
You'd designed yours to have your birth stones embedded on the inner side where no one but he'd see it. Your diamond would sit on top such that it goes through the loop of the infinity on his group ring
Your diamond won't protrude but it would sit as though he'd had the original ring have 2 diamonds instead
The only difference being the tint your diamond had. You'd had the diamond cut into to engrave your initials into it with a drop of your blood and then stitched up like some pouch of a pact with the devil he'd made.
To get a natural diamond cut and re-harvested in a lab cost you good and if at all the love you had for him was any less you wouldn't have done it
You'd sat through nights and headaches just sitting at the kitchen counter designing the ring of your dreams
You had no problem at all, with the fact that he loved his members so much that you knew you'd make your ring to mold into it and sit like the rings are hugging each other
You loved them too, you couldn't imagine not having them in your life. You couldn't imagine your marriage without the chaos they'd bring, the laughs, the bickering, the love quarrels the stupid comments.
You couldn't imagine proposing to the love of your life without the help of the menaces who got you to fall into your future husband's arms, without their teasing.
You couldn't help but tear up waiting to collect the rings.
Hongjoong was your forever, till death and beyond, if not for eternity and all.
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You had the ring, the dress, the hair inspo, the makeup, the nails, the heels, the venue, the plot for your trap to get your Joongie out of his studio, dressed and at the venue and your super supportive beastie Wooie.
5 hours to sunset. Everything is according to plan. Hwa has your Joongie out of the studio and preparing for a shower. You're sitting with Woo having your panic picnic at your apartment while he colors your hair.
3 hours to go. You're dolled up and getting pep talked to in the backseat of San's car which is taking you to the beach villa you bought last summer without telling anyone. Wooyoung had gasped offended when you told him you'd had this villa since late June.
The weather was pleasant, it hadn't rained and the skies were clear without signs of possible rain..
You were shaking, nervous and excited. Palms sweaty, breath heavy, heartbeat so rapid he could rap over it.
Just, as a confused Hongjoong walks up to the trail of flowers you'd prepared as a ramp for him. Nudged by his only hyung he continues to trace the trail.
You kneel on one knee, your hands resting on the other.
He finally walks up to you eyes teary and hands full with the Polaroids you had laid out pinned to the vines along the trail.
He stands in front of you and you look into his eyes. Like a dream to good to be true. But it was your destiny and you had come a long way to be here.
Bringing out the little ring box. You take a deep breath, flip it open and look the love of your life in the eyes.
"I did prepare a speech but I don't remember any of it. All I know is that I love you and I want you and I want to have kids with you and grow old and when we're dead I want to haunt with you. I want you to be mine.
Will you marry me?"
Tears trickle down your cheeks as you look at him. He's frozen, as he blinks his tears away.
He stomps his feet like a little kid.
"That’s not fare, I wanted to ask you first."
You blink at him confused as he kneels right in front of you, drawing a similar box out from his pocket and next to your hand he opens it.
"Marry me."
You're bawling your eyes and so is he. He pulls you in for a quick kiss before letting out his finger for you to put his ring on him as you follow to do the same. You recognize the tinted Dimond and look up to him in disbelief.
"Baby your drunk ass tells me all about your fantasies, I've known you'd want a diamond like no other, one with my sole etched to you forever."
"I fucking love Kim Hongjoong"
"I love fucking you Kim y/n"
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Attempt at comedy:
Wooyoung pops the champagne and the cork hits your head and then everyone makes Mrs. Kim Shorty jokes some including "you'll have short children since both of you are short".
Tagged: @chocoholicbabe1994 @pirateprincessoz
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milkywayhou · 8 months ago
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You've Got Email (König x OC: Medical Student!Snow) PART II
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Summary: When the Colonel from some Private Military Corporation group accidentally send KorTac's secret file via email to a random civilian girl and now they develop some weird relationship.
TWs: Curse words (from Snow), slow burn (kinda). I just wrote this for fun
Words Count: 3k (The email contain 2k+ words while the rest was Snow's 4Chan post)
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/16/23 at 00:16 am
Subject: Paper Killing Me Slowly
Looks like my essays have finally done me in, Colonel. I officially declare these assignments a cruel and unusual form of torture. If my crippling debt doesn’t end up being the death of me, it’ll definitely be this never-ending pile of papers.
I swear my professors are deliberately trying to break me with their sadism disguised as “learning.” At this rate, I’ll be old and gray before I actually get to practice real medicine.
You’re probably chuckling over there in your super secret PMC headquarters, happy that my suffering brings you some minor amusement. Let me tell you, it’s not very fun on this end! By the way, since you never seem to shut up about your big important KorTac work, I did a little digging on you guys out of sheer boredom the other night. Let’s just say your organization isn’t exactly the most transparent, is it? Not that I expected any less from a sketchy bunch of psuedo-military operatives.
But what can I say, you’ve piqued my curiosity Colonel. There’s clearly more to you and your operation than meets the eye. Not that I actually care or anything…
Dying a Slow Death by Paper Cuts,
Snow
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/17/23 at 07:15 am
Subject: RE: Paper Killing Me Slowly
About time you resurfaced from whatever academic torment was keeping you occupied, doctor-in-training. Unlike some, I’ve work that can’t be put off for frivolous distractions like “curiosity.” While your professors’ standards may seem unduly harsh, rigor is integral to developing excellence. Quit your complaining and buckle down.
As for digging into KorTac’s operations, I’d suggest focusing energies inward on your own development instead. What we do is of no concern to civilian meddlers seeking petty entertainment.
Now then, your well-being – have you been maintaining proper rest and nutrition amidst studies? Medical training will matter little if you work yourself into an early grave. Take care not to bite off more than you can chew, doctor. Your potential is wasted by burning the candle at both ends.
Stay vigilant. And do try to check in more frequently going forward. Ensuring no volatile elements fall through cracks is priority, after all. But you knew that already.
Colonel König
KorTac Commanding Officer
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/18/23 at 02:26 am
Subject: RE: RE: Paper Killing Me Slowly
Ooh, is the big bad Colonel actually concerned for little old me? How touching. Don’t worry, it’ll take more than some papers and late nights to do me in. I’m tougher than I look!
Though I appreciate your oh-so-subtle inquiries into my well-being. It’s cute that you care, in your own gruff, annoyed kind of way. Really warms the heart.
As for your warnings about focusing inward – I’ll have you know theoretical pondering is a crucial part of intellectual development, unlike SOME people who just brood and bark orders all day. Live a little!
Besides, you’re far more interesting to think about than cell membranes or DNA transcription or whatever the hell I’m studying these days. At least you provide some entertainment value while also agitating that permanent stick up your butt.
Not that I’d ever actually chew on you or anything…or would I? You’ll never know! Consider it some encouragement for YOU to stay vigilant as well, Colonel Killjoy.
Try not to miss me too much! I’ve got my course to slowly finish killing me. Ta ta for now ~
Snow ;*
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/18/23 at 03:04 am
Subject: A Question of Priorities
Hmph. Always with the fanciful notions and attempts to get under my skin, aren’t you girl? As amusing as your antics may be at times, they divert from more pressing matters.
Why is it you seem to find time for this inane correspondence, yet claim such a full schedule? Have you no family, social life or other obligations beyond schooling that demand attention? It’s late – most functional humans your age are asleep at a respectable hour.
Or is replying to my messages now the highlight of your days? I fail to see what could possibly be so engaging about our exchanges as to warrant daily disruptions to your studies and rest. Do explain, medic, before I’m forced to conclude it’s some misguided fixation driving this behavior.
Now then, I’m certain both our times can be better spent. This will be my last correspondence on the subject unless you’ve a sensible reason for continuing. I expect a clear one if we are to correspond further. Is that understood?
Colonel König
KorTac Commanding Officer
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/18/23 at 03:13 am
Subject: RE: A Question of Priorities
I can’t believe I’ll live to see you wrote ‘Hmph', but oh well.. No need to get so worked up over a little late night emailing. You’d think I personally offended your entire army or something with how tightly wound up you always are.
To answer your interrogations – no, I don’t have much of a social life between school and work. All my friends are in the same crazy overloaded boat. And family’s not really in the picture anymore, so it’s just me.
As for why I reply to YOU – it’s certainly not any fixation, don’t flatter yourself. I often check emails late at night to make sure I didn’t miss anything from professors. And sometimes replying to your grumpy missives provides a brief distraction/comic relief from the academic stress barrage. Not like you give me much else to look forward to in my messages other than another lecture on “priorities” or thinly veiled warnings about security. Add some fun or levity once in awhile why don’t ya?
Might improve that permanent stick up your butt situation. :)
Anyways, I don’t see how this harms anything. If anything, it’s helping me decompress from the intensity of my program for a moment. But don’t let that inflate your ego – you’re really not THAT interesting, Colonel.
So relax already. I have my priorities in order. Now are you done interrogating me, or can we get back to our regularly scheduled program of friendly pestering via email?
Barely slept,
Snow
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/17/23 at 03:20 am
Subject: RE: RE: A Question of Priorities
Look, I’ll admit you’re…more interesting than most people I could be corresponding with at this hour. There, I said it. Are you happy now?
I have way bigger fish to fry at the moment than whatever mind games you’re trying to play with your interrogation emails.
So let’s call a truce on analyzing each other’s motivations too closely, yeah? I’ll focus on my “priorities” as much as possible, and you can go back to doing…whatever it is you ominous PMC dudes do all day. And we’ll both be happier for it.
Anyways, I better get back to hitting the books. You take care, Colonel. Try not to have an aneurysm overthinking all this too much!
Snow
P.S. Please say something nice back for once instead of another lecture. I dare you.
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/18/23 at 08:47 am
Subject: RE: RE: RE: A Question of Priorities
Very well, consider the matter settled as far as I’m concerned going forward. Your reasons for continuing this…discourse seem harmless enough, and who am I to deny you an outlet of levity in trying times. Though I stand by my advice on maintaining focus.
As for what we “ominous dudes” occupy ourselves with daily – it’s primarily strategy, training, intel analysis and security planning, you named it. Not as exciting as how the tabloids depict, I’m sure. Mostly tedium with moments of terror.
In any case, we all have our burdens to shoulder. Yours may differ from mine, but remain no less important in their own domain. So chin up, and do carry on with your studies unhindered whenever renewed vigor is needed. Perseverance is the quality that leads to true achievement against the odds.
Now then, I’ve said my piece. Take care, Farron.
König
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
03/18/23 at 12:20 pm
Subject: A Brief Observation
Dare I note the absence of your typical rigid sign-off that just screams “I’m an important military man, hear me roar!” Could it be you’re loosening up ever so slightly after our numerous exchanges? Developing a bit of a soft spot for little old Snow, perhaps?
I knew there had to be more beneath the surface of that tough-as-nails exterior of yours. Everyone has layers, after all – even secretive PMC commanders who like to pretend they’re robots without emotions :p
Anyways, I should let you get back to your no doubt very serious operations instead of speculating on your hidden depths. Just wanted to say thanks for the rare pep talk, Colonel. I’ll be sure to keep that determined spirit thriving even on my darkest academic nights.
Now get back to work! And try not to think too much about whether this means we’re actually becoming…friends???!. *gasp* That is, if your heart can handle it without exploding first.
Ciao for now~
Snow
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/04/23 at 10:56 pm
Subject: Radio Silence
So are you really going to leave a girl hanging with no reply, Colonel? I know you big tough military types are always running off on secret missions and whatnot, but c'mon, at least let me know you're not dead in a ditch somewhere.
It has been, what, over two weeks since our last correspondence? That's got to be some kind of record for you.
Wonder what'd have you all occupied that you can't even spare 5 minutes to tell me to get lost.
Please don't say you finally got sick of my pestering and had me discreetly eliminated from a distance. That would just be rude. And boring! I thought we had something special going here.
Joking aside, do try and stay safe out there - whatever "there" may be. The world of medicine could always use more capable folks like yourself, for better or worse.
Anyways, dropping you another line just in case you check email between top secret missions. Don't be a stranger for too long, alright Colonel Grumpy Face? I'll be here annoying as ever when you get back.
Snow
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/10/23 at 02:53 am
Subject: A Brief Addendum
Ugh, I don’t know why I’m even telling you this in my state but…I guess you're on missions, but this radio silent make me worry, you know. The lack of contact, not knowing if you’re alright. It’s infuriating. I try not to think about what might happen to a control freak like you out in the field but it creeps in anyway.
Just come back in one piece next time, you hear? As grating as you can be, these exchanges have become a constant. Don’t you dare go getting yourself killed, König. Idiot.
Snow
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/17/23 at 08:01 pm
Subject: Delayed Response
Farron,
Apologies for the lack of reply these past weeks – mission took longer than expected due to unforeseen complications. Extracting our assets took priority over trivialities such as correspondence.
Debrief and post-op work ongoing, so this must be brief. Merely wanted to assure you of my return and wish continued success moving forward. Consider this an open line should pressures seem insurmountable.
Now back to the grind. Take care, Farron.
König
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/23/23 at 01:29 am
Subject: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic
Colonel Köniiiiiiiig!
Hope debriefing is going well or whatever very secret soldier stuff you’ve been doing. Took you long enough to check back in, mister big important commander man! Anyways, I just wanted to share some very deep thoughts I’ve been contemplating after many drinks with fellow stressed out med students. You see, I have this theory…
Your call sign, König. That means King in German right? Very regal and powerful choice if I do say so myself. But it got me thinking – why choose that name, hmm? Is it to hide some deep insecurity and need to always be in control? A way to cope with feelings of inadequacy by lording power over others?
I crack the code, Colonel! You’re really just a big softie inside who picked König to hide your true emotions. How else can you explain putting up with talking to lil ol me all this time, huh? There has to be some secret weakness in there somewhere for you to entertain my antics so much!
Anyways, thanks for listening to my very serious conspiracy analysis brought to you by many tequila shots. Please feel free to deny everything and lecture me more in your next email sober Snow! Gotta go pass out now zzzzzzz.
Your favorite Inebriated medic,
Snow 🥴
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/23/23 at 04:48 am
Subject: RE: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic
Farron,
It seems your dedication to unraveling mysteries extends even to matters best left untouched. While I appreciate your concern in your addled state, speculating on subjects beyond your clearance level will only lead down unproductive paths.
As for my call sign’s meaning, names are but signifiers – their derivation holds no relevance to function.. I lead to secure progress, nothing more; what I choose to call myself matters not.
Now then, onto more constructive matters – have you recovered from your overindulgence? I trust your studies aren’t suffering unduly.
Stay focused, stay determined. All else will sort itself in due time. Now get some rest – I’ve operations to oversee, as always. Perhaps next we’ll converse under calmer auspices. Take care, Farron.
König
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/23/23 at 11:24 am
Subject: RE: RE: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic
Good morning Colonel,
Ugh, I vaguely remember sending those emails last night and…wow, what a mistake that was. Please accept my sincere apologies – drinking too much and spouting off about things I have no business speculating on was beyond idiotic and uncalled for.
The tequila clearly had a stronger hold over my judgement than I realized. I hope I didn’t offend or overstep any boundaries with my drunken ramblings. You of all people don’t need me stirring up nonsensical theories in your line of work.
Woke up with the worst migraine too, so that’s my penance I suppose. A stark reminder not to mix heavy studying with binge drinking ever again! Lesson well and truly learned there, I assure you.
Anyways, I’ll leave you to your important duties. Thanks as always for tolerating my antics, even when they’re fueled by alcohol. I’ll be sure to keep future correspondence more sensible. Apologies again, and have a good day! Ughhh.. the sun is too bright today
Your favorite regretful medic,
Snow
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/23/23 at 12:01 pm
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Drunk Musings from Your Favorite Medic
Farron,
Water under the bridge. Focus on recovery and studies, leave past indulgences in the past. You’ve a bright future; guard it well.
No further need for apologies. Your potential is why I continue our exchanges, however unconventional. Now focus inward – your wellbeing is priority one.
Get some rest. We’ll converse again once equilibrium returns. Take care.
König
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/24/23 at 07:10 am
Subject: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)
Good morning Colonel,
Feeling much better after sleeping most of it off. Thanks for being so understanding as always – you’re really not so bad once you loosen up every now and then.
Anyways, since we’re always discussing serious matters, I thought I’d lighten the mood by sharing some pictures of my precious furball Luna. Maybe they’ll provide a brief smile during your no doubt super secret soldier day.
Attached file:
-Luna_SpyingOnTheNeighbors.jpg
-Luna_ContemplatingWorldDomination.jpg
-Luna_FloofOfAnnoyance.jpg
Don’t say I never bring you any joy, mister serious! Hope you’re having a decent one so far. Chat later – I’m off to class.
Your favorite medic and part-time cat model agent,
Snow
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/24/23 at 10:37 am
Subject: RE: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)
I must admit, those images provided a brief reprieve from the tedium of paperwork. Your feline companion appears quite the charismatic specimen.
“Luna_SpyingOnTheNeighbors.jpg” made me chuckle – she seems to take her surveillance duties quite seriously. And who can blame her for fantasies of domination in “Luna_ContemplatingWorldDomination.jpg”? Such ambitions are understandable.
As for “Luna_FloofOfAnnoyance.jpg”… let’s just say I know that look all too well from subordinates who try my patience. Quite the fitting names for her photos, med student. Well done.
In any case, please extend my thanks to your cat.
Now back to the grind. Go learn and make that clever mind of yours even sharper, Farron. I expect top marks, as always. Keep well, Farron.
König
To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/24/23 at 10:40 am
Subject: RE: RE: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)
Are you a cat person?
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/24/23 at 10:52 am
Subject: RE: RE: RE: Cat Tax (Don’t Open if Allergic!!)
An astute observation – yes, I harbor a soft spot for feline companions. Their self-reliance and pragmatic nature resonate. As young recruits, we briefly had a unit mascot that served morale well until retirement.
Now get to studies, Farron.
König
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To: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/24/23 at 03:17 pm
Subject: Luna Photo Bomb
Colonel,
Thanks for indulging my curiosity about your feelings on felines. As an appreciation for your candor, I want to share something more with you – my Luna photo archive!
I’ve uploaded my entire photo folder of my furry friend to my G-Drive. The link is here:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1XYZ123
In there is a folder simply called “Luna” with nearly 10,000 photos documenting her entire life so far. I know you said you appreciated the brief distraction, so feel free to browse to your heart’s content if you have any downtime!
Just a warning though – my other personal folders are in there too, so please don’t go nosing around elsewhere. Luna folder only, got it?
Enjoy (or not?) and let me know if you have a new favorite shot of her royal fluffiness. Now back to the books for me. Stay safe out there!
Your favorite cat photographer,
Snow
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From: Colonel_Kö[email protected]
04/24/23 at 09:39 pm
Subject: RE: Luna Photo Bomb
Farron,
I appreciate the gesture, but while I’ve no doubt Luna’s archives showcase captivating moments of her royal adventures, discretion is my foremost duty. Perhaps another time, under less sensitive circumstances.
For now, your updates on her antics and insights into companionship are solace enough.
Stay focused on your studies. Your quick mind will serve lives one day. As for myself, duty calls me elsewhere once more. Take care and give Luna a pet for me. Until next time.
König
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>>Anonymous
05/05/23(Fri)00:29:59 No.132921714
Feelings for a shadowy Colonel dude…help??
Image: [Sad peppe with glasses.jpg 204kb, 400x400]
>Be me, a tired med student swamped with exams
>Get random encrypted email from some “Colonel” guy
>Inside is classified military info about shady PMC ops
>Decide to fuck with him for laughs since have death wish from stress
>Surprisingly he actually replies and doesn’t leak my info
>Realize he’s actually pretty interesting under the hard ass exterior
>We start casually emailing about life and work
>Turns out Colonel guy has sorta relatable perspective on things
>Months pass and our talks become one of the few bright spots in my week
>His dedication is admirable, even if his job seems emotionally taxing
>Learn he actually has a soft spot for cats and sense of humor under layers of protocols
>Physical appearance is unknown but I picture tall, handsome grizzled badass (don't ask me why)
>Problem is I think I’m starting to actually like this enigmatic online friend???
>Nothing will ever happen since he’s eternally deployed and I barely know him
>But I look forward to his messages and appreciate his advice
>TF do I do anons??? How do I stop these growing feelings for a shadowy rando I email???
Pls help, this med student doesn’t need any more stress :’(
Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)03:12:29 No.132921892: >>132921714(OP)#
I’d say don’t overthink it. You clearly care for him as a friend. Keep things light, see where it leads once you’re both free. Lives with purpose are sexy; maybe there’s potential. Just live in the present for now 
Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)03:56:33 No.132921904: >>132921892#
Thanks anon, you make a good point. We clearly get along well so maybe it’s worth exploring more after graduation. I’ll try to just enjoy our talks and see what happens naturally.
Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)07:34:02 No.132922100: >>132921714(OP)#
I’d be careful, he’s in a position of power over you. Just make sure you aren’t getting emotionally manipulated without realizing. Stay wise and protect your heart sis <3
Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)12:49:44 No.132922146: >>>132922100#
you’re so right, anon. I’ll be vigilant for any imbalance since he knows a lot more about me. Our relationship so far has been respectful, so hopefully it remains that way. Thanks for looking out, it means a lot <3
Anonymous 05/05/23(Fri)11:57:06 No.132922468: >>>132921714(OP)#
Pics or it didn’t happen (of the cat). Also military guys are freaks, be cautious but maybe have fun while you’re young! You never know what could happen.
Anonymous 05/05/23(Sat)08:14:26 No.132922513: >>>132922468#
Image: [Luna_yawning.jpg 958kb, 500x500] Here’s the sweetie in question! And good point, I’m gonna stay cautious but keep an open mind. This med student is gonna enjoy her 20s however they play out ;) Thanks for all the advice anons!
Just quick update haha. I happen to have many free time today :D
Also, Comment, Love and Reblogged are very appreciate! 💖
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iamnmbr3 · 5 months ago
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❤️, 🖤 & 🤍 for the ask game!
I don't see a red heart. I do see this one though (💔) but that's answered in a previous ask so I'll ignore it.
🖤: Which character is not as morally good as everyone else seems to think?
I'm going to go with Harry Potter. Listen, there is a "Harry Potter is a terrible person" corner of the fandom but I'm not in that corner personally (though I 100% support everyone's right to their own interpretations). I do think though that Harry is a flawed person and also someone who is capable of being very deadly when he has to be and making tough calls. I feel like he often gets flattened into this hyper pure heroic archetype who could never do anything morally grey and just is unrealistically idealistic to a fault. This often goes with characterizing him as really stupid and oblivious which is not supported by canon imho and also is just so much less interesting than the dynamic character that Harry actually is.
I also think it's super interesting because this also happens to Harry in universe too. Lupin chides him over wanting to disarm Stan Shunpike rather than risk killing him and acts as though Harry is being overly squeamish about the realities of warfare and of hurting people due to being so Good and Pure TM. This is not the case. Harry is willing to take great risks to do the right thing and to save others. But he's also capable of being pragmatic. Harry was perfectly willing to shoot stunners at other Death Eaters in that scene even though he believed that could be fatal to them. He wasn't willing to do the same with Stan because he believed (probably wrongly but that's another meta post) that Stan was a victim. It was for that reason that Harry was willing to risk using nonlethal force.
In book 1 he straight up killed Quirrel. In book 2 he forced Lockhart to go into the Chamber first, putting him in a situation where me might be killed by a giant deadly snake. He also was willing to kill Diary!Riddle in self defense and didn't flinch at it. He didn't hold back with the Death Eaters in book 5 and it was Hermione, not Harry, who objected to cursing the one whose head had been de-aged to a baby. In book 7 he goes into a duel with Voldemort with the intent to kill him. He is perfectly capable of being deadly and making tough calls.
He's also perfectly able to go against what is expected of him if he doesn't agree with it. He refused to harm Stan because he believed it was wrong. He seemingly refused to incriminate Draco in book 6 (both when he didn't report him for trying to use an Unforgivable and when he seemingly only testified to MLE about Snape's role in Dumbledore's death) because he felt there were extenuating circumstances (plus he can never make himself hate Draco *cough* drarry *cough*).
He also frequently uses lies and trickery and misdirection to achieve his goals - ranging from escaping life threatening situations to trying to avoid conversations he doesn't want to have.
And that's not even getting into Harry's tendency to make snap, sometimes unfair judgements about people and to ignore the flaws of people he likes (two flaws that he improves during the later books in the series, especially book 7) and his sometimes vicious anger. These are realistic and interesting character flaws. But they are real flaws. And I think a lot of fanon tends to forget about them, which is a shame.
However, this is not to say that Harry is a bad person or incapable of making morally courageous or empathetic decisions. Which leads me to...
🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?
Once again I'm going to go with...Harry Potter. Because on the flip side there's a corner of fandom that I think takes an overly dim view of Harry (though of course, to each their own).
Because yes Harry is absolutely a flawed person. But he's also the person who put his escape at risk in book 7 so he could rescue the Muggleborns who were on trial, who couldn't even properly use the Cruciatus Curse on Bellatrix right after he'd seen her kill Sirius (which is why I think the cavalier way it's framed when he uses it in book 7 feels super ooc and weird to me - I have sooo many thoughts on that scene but that's another meta), said he wanted to kill Sirius to avenge his parents but then couldn't kill or even hurt him when he had him at his mercy, said he wanted to kill Snape to avenge Dumbledore but then didn't even enjoy watching him die despite all their history, was so horrified by the flayed soul he saw in "King's Cross" that he genuinely made an effort to redeem Voldemort (offering him more compassion after everything he'd done then Dumbledore did at any point, even when Tom was a child - which says a lot about Harry as well as about Dumbledore), who wasn't even friends with Neville in first year but immediately confronted Draco about taking the Remembrall, who noticed right away that Ron was uncomfortable about his financial situation and set him at ease by telling him about always having to wear second hand clothes and then offered to share all the food he'd bought with him, who felt jealous and hurt when Ron was made Prefect instead of him but controlled that feeling and refused to let it rule him or to take it out on Ron, who refused to take the Triwizard Cup for himself because it didn't feel fair (unfortunately not the best call in retrospect), who was disgusted by the bullying tactics of Dudley's gang, who frequently made efforts to bolster Ron's confidence when he could see he was down or feeling insecure, who threw his entire body at a Death Eater to stop him hurting Hermione in book 5, who did everything he could to try to keep Sirius safe and his spirits up in book 5, who always gave his friends really thoughtful gifts that they liked a lot because he was able to pay close attention to their interests even when he didn't share them and so many more moments.
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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years ago
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Gow magni,modi,baldur finding out their s/o is pregnant?
Aha more romantic headcanons!
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Headcanon/Preference # 21
Pictures NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)
Year posted - 2022
*Made the reader a goddess in this one.
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| Magni |
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• Tires desperately to resist the urge to pick you up in his arms and spin you around, because he doesn't wanna hurt you or the baby.
• He's been dreaming of your future children since you agreed to court him, so to say he's excited is an understatement.
• He never realized just how deep his love for you runs until you're swollen with his child. I mean yea you're a goddess, but now you look so much more enchanting than ever before.
• You don't see the appeal considering how much your going through with the cravings, mood swings, aching feet, and sore back. But you appreciate the praise none the less.
• Which are constantly coming your way!
• Plus full body massages nearly every single night, because he knows how uncomfortable and sore you are with all the physical changes your experiencing.
• He loves telling your unborn baby stories, and he'll do it with anyone around, he gives zero fucks about what people might think.
• And at night he'll lay his head on your belly, supporting most of his own weight, and just murmur all sorts of endearing things to the baby.
• Magni brainstorms baby names for weeks with you. You both love so many of them that you simply can't decide. So you leave the final decision to the day their born.
• Magni is protective as fuck, and will do everything and anything you ask him. He's devoted to you and your comfort, so don't expect to be allowed to do much without him taking over so you can rest.
• He doesn't do this because he thinks you're not capable, he does it because he wants to help. You have the hardest part of the job in creating a baby, so he insists on helping as much as he possibly can.
• When your baby is born you give birth to a daughter, and you name her Aina (meaning “forever”). And she's the perfect combination of you and Magni, and thankfully she was born smaller than you had initially anticipated considering Magni's size, though she was wasn't exactly tiny.
| Modi |
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• Unlike his brother he cannot resist the urge to pick you up in his arms and spin you around, though he tries to be gentle about it.
• Modi honestly ends up super paranoid when you jokingly say that he might hurt the baby with how "rough" he was being.
• Even when you explain that it was a joke, he still takes the matter seriously.
• Now he's paranoid about potentially hurting you and the baby, so he's super super soft and gentle with you.
• Which is really nice at first, until it gets to the point when he's just constantly hovering, and not letting you do anything, and I mean anything.
• Gotta pee at 2am? Modi is carrying you to the washroom despite having just woken up because you simply moved.
• Attempting to gather herbs from your garden? Modi will pick you up off your knees and sit you somewhere comfortable, then proceed to do the work for you. Messily mind you.
• Using a knife to cut some meat for dinner? Nope not gonna happen, Modi will scold you like a child, and take the knife, doing the work for you.
• Does it matter that your a goddess, and perfectly capable of doing these things? Nope not at all.
• But you keep your annoyance to yourself, you know he's only trying to help, and you technically started this anyways.
• When the baby is born you give birth to a son, and you name him Steffen (meaning “crown”). He looks just like his father, but he has your nose, hair color, and uncanny smile.
| Baldur |
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• Kisses you so fiercely that he takes your breath away, his hands braced against your hips, pulling you flush against him.
• Before you Baldur wanted nothing to do with children, mostly because of his curse.
• But he loves you with his entire being, and he would be over the moon to be the father of your children.
• Baldur is with you every step of the way, assisting you when needed, but letting you manage smaller tasks on your own. He knows how much you cherish your independence.
• Wishes more than ever that he could feel, he wishes to know what your swollen belly would feel like in his hands, and what it would feel like to feel the baby kick.
• Perhaps it's a blessing when he nicks his finger with your mistletoe hairpin, resulting in his curse lifting, and making it possible for him to feel all of these things.
• In that moment he's so beyond happy that you asked him to help with your hair, despite not being very good at styling it the way you wanted.
• He cries when he kissed you, your belly in his hands, and your baby kicking excitedly, as if it knew what had just happened.
• When the baby is born you give birth to twins, a boy and a girl. You name the girl Solveig (meaning “daughter of the sun”) and the boy Logi (meaning “fire”). She looks just like you, and he looks just like his father, it's uncanny, and little bit odd just how much she looks like you, and he looks like Baldur.
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heroesfan101 · 1 year ago
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Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event
5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)
A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).
Word Count: 2.4k
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1. Running late to work
Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.
It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.
“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.
Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!
Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.
Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.
“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.
“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.
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2. Grocery shopping
Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.
“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”
“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.
“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.
“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”
“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.
“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.
“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.
“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.
“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”
“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.
He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.
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3. Feeling sick
“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.
“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.
“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.
“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”
His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”
Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”
He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”
You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”
For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.
“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.
“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.
“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.
“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.
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4. Borrowing Stealing his gift
The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”
He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.
“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”
He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!
“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!” You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.
His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.
“They’re all in the closet!”
And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”
You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”
Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.
It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.
In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”
Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.
Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.
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5. Ice cream spills
“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.
“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.
A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.
“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.
“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.
Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.
Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.
Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.
“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.
“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.
“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.
“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.
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1. The thief becomes the victim
Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.
It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.
“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.
“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”
“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.
Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”
“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”
The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.
“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.
“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.
“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”
“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”
But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.
“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”
He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”
“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.
“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.
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