#simping for void hours

[rememberwren]

Needy anons today I stg. Kinktober is in full swing

I love em needy, in moderation haha. You getting your fair share? Or do I need to hop in your inbox?

I’m just grateful I have the backbone to admit that I’ve got nothing for them and to not feel too bad about it. Life’s rawdogging me, man.

[12am-motivation]

i am back from the dead once again to bring to your attention

SWOLOMON

[shinobus-left-eye]

"Leave it to me. I wouldn't make you sad like this. I'll always make you laugh."

this event story has singlehandedly turned me into a nikiP y'all, MIKI KUROSE MY BELOVED

[dripping-void]

guys I love my girlfrind so much <3 she's wonderful and beautiful and so so smart <3 she introduced me to more than half of my current hyperfixations <3 she seems to see us/me very similarly to how we see ourselves, in that weird both one being and also multiple beings in the same body at the same time <3 she tells stories that make people go insane <3 she <3 she plays Smash competitively <3 during spring break, when I get sad and withdrawn, she messaged me everyday and made it not as bad <3 every time there's been a miscommunication between us (happens sometimes, it's life) we've been able to like, actually have really good communication and work it out!! <3 ough I love her so much <3

[12am-motivation]

I love how he said that with any objections, they'll pretty much reply with "Oh, this is just a human thing. Don't think too much of it." That's so smooth. XD

Ok but cuddling with Solomon in front of everyone?! I think I just found the Celestial Realm— 😖

TTWF SPOILERS: Solomon

There he goes with the compliments AGAIN! Solomon please >/////<

Magical dancing in the air??? Barbie in the 12 dancing princess vibes anyone?!!!!

YOU AREN'T EVEN SUBTLE ABOUT IT?!!!

Cuddle option:

*gets shy cause there's people around*

*immediately doesn't care*

Indeed there isn't. Except my heart giving out in the middle of the ballroom.

Anyone: Objection!

Solomon: Overruled.

[eviesaurusrex]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ | ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

summary: It’s not his first birthday after Hydra, but the first birthday he thinks he actually wants to celebrate—only because of YN.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: nothing, fluff, Bucky is a simp for his girl, not entirely proofread

author’s note: It’s Bucky’s birthday!! And sorry for being a simp for the “my best friend's younger sister is my girlfriend” trope.

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Within a blink of an eye, the woman turned off the vibrating alarm on her watch in order to not disturb the finally deeply sleeping super soldier who rested on his side and had the pair of strong arms he called his own tightly wrapped around her still tired body. Her eyes slowly and tenderly wandered over his relaxed face, void of any haunting thought that might linger somewhere in his mind and entirely at ease with the world—for now. Only a few hours earlier, she had struggled to even get him to lay down and at least try to rest a bit after another nightmare had shaken his entire soul only a few short moments after he had fallen asleep for the first time that night.

Soft knuckles gently, barely palpable, caressed his cheek, already covered in new dark stubbles before even softer lips pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of his perfect mouth with those tender lips of his. A low chuckle escaped the woman at the sight of them morphing into a half-smile, and she desperately hoped that the man dreamed of something far more pleasant than his mind tended to grant him.

“Sweet dreams, my love,” she whispered, even too quietly for her own enhanced hearing, trying everything not to wake him in the middle of the night and detangling her body out of his embrace. With a soft smile, YN put the pillow she always rested on closer to his face and sneaked around the bed in their shared room in order to light the candle Bucky was stubbornly convinced it smelled exactly like her. She wasn’t sure about that, but whatever helped him to have a few uninterrupted hours of sleep, she did—even if it meant raiding every single Bath & Body Works in the Tri-State area.

Yes, she even sacrificed herself and went to those in New Jersey.

Before the woman sneaked out of their bedroom, covered in sweatpants and one of Bucky’s Henley shirts, she couldn’t stop herself from bending over his sleeping form once more and pressing a gentle kiss to his soft dark strand. Then, she was able to leave him behind for now, pressing herself in between the thin crack between the door and doorframe she had created, so the always brightly lit hallways wouldn’t disturb the soldier in his much-needed rest.

Humming, YN walked down the hallways, took the elevator, and went straight into the grand, perfectly stocked, and just as well equipped kitchen of the compound with a mission in mind. She knew that Bucky hadn’t had a proper birthday since their time way back—she remembered the last one as if it had been only yesterday, even though over seventy years had passed since that day. Since his return to his self and since his rehabilitation, no one seemed to think of his birthday as a day he wanted to celebrate with others—Bucky, at the very least. But since a few weeks or even months, the soldier had dropped hints that he might be ready to do this again, to celebrate the day he was born.

Maybe it was partly her doing, but YN wasn’t as self-consumed to assume anything like that, so she only had gathered the clues and hints her boyfriend had scattered casually throughout their conversations and came up with a plan. That was why the younger Rogers was up on her feet at four in the morning and prepared the recipe for the cake she intended to bake for the man upstairs before everyone would woke up one after the other. And because he knew his habits better than anyone else—well, except for her brother, maybe—she had to be as early and fast as possible to get everything done before his morning run with Steve.

But YN ran out of luck after the three cake bases had wandered into the oven, and she had turned to the preparations of the cream filling.

Her ears would’ve usually picked up to the soft padding of feet on the floor, but her mind visited deep and hidden places while every step of getting the cream perfect was utter instinct and didn’t need the assistance of her thoughts. So Bucky was able to sneak up onto her and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, watching his girl do what she always had loved the most, observing her distant eyes and soft expression ingrained in her pretty face. He could feel his heart flutter at the absolutely domestic sight in front of him, and the former Winter Soldier knew that he finally had found his home, the place where he wanted to stay and with whom he wanted to grow old.

It was her doing why he wanted to try and celebrate his birthday again. The past still belonged to him, yes, but YN made every single day brighter than the one before and made him finally realize and see that his past wasn’t his fault—just as her past wasn’t her fault either. They probably had helped each other better as every single of their mandatory therapy sessions combined. The shadows and memories still haunted him, maybe worse than hers, but it had gotten better, especially after he had found the courage to ask her for a shared bedroom.

A smile tucked at his lips as Bucky slowly walked over to the humming woman and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her lovingly against his chest, and chuckled deeply at the surprised gasp. “Someday, you’ll be my death.” A soft laugh followed YN’s words, and the soldier bent down to press a kiss to her right shoulder, inhaling her soothing scent mixed with his own and the aroma of the cake baking in his back. “It’s not my fault that your mind is always so occupied, doll,” he grinned and wrapped his arms tighter around her middle, pulling her even closer to him before pressing a kiss to her neck and one to her cheek.

“Good morning,” Bucky greeted her in a soft mumble as he always did and let her turn in his arms after she had stirred the filling one last time. Her smile was as radiant as the rising sun outside the window, and Bucky felt lovestruck again—just as the day all those decades ago when he finally realized that he had fallen in love with his best friend’s younger sister, who always had been off-limits for him. His heart ached so beautifully as she pulled him down towards her and pressed their lips together in the softest of kisses, her fingers carding through his hair, bringing him comfort to an extent he had never thought possible again.

“Happy Birthday, love.” It was only a whisper against his lips, but he could hear every single emotion swimming in those three words, making his heart race and jump in joy and love. A smile widened on his face and made him kiss YN another time. “Thank you, darlin’,” he whispered back and let her cradle his face in the palms of her hands, chuckling softly as kisses rained down on his skin. “This was supposed to be a surprise, but hey, I knew I couldn’t be so lucky. I didn’t wake you, though, right?” Bucky shook his head and kissed her forehead gently. “Jus’ woke up because you weren’t there anymore. And stop trying to fool my sleepy head with that pillow you always push closer to me. It’s not even close competition to how it feels when I hold your body, doll. But… thanks for lighting up the candle.”

These candles were a lifesaver for him every time YN had to go on a mission to which he wasn’t assigned. It helped to push back the dreams and loneliness, the dark thoughts and memories. Sometimes he even managed to go through a two-week-long mission of hers without a single nightmare—but a vanishing stock of candles was the result of it. At least it always meant hour-long dates in the city to restock his supply of YN-candles, as he liked to call them, and uninterrupted time with his girl.

YN smiled up at him and tenderly stroked through his hair and over his cheek. “Of course, love. Nothing to thank me for. And I will try to keep the pillow-thing in mind.” They both grinned before the timer at the oven alarmed them both. “Wanna watch while I finish up your cake? But you have to promise me to act all surprised and flattered later on.” YN threatened him with the spatula covered in cream and made him laugh, just as she had hoped. “Only when I get to try this masterpiece right now.” With that, she playfully rolled her eyes and dipped a finger into the filling to let him taste his favorite flavors. And Bucky was eager to suck every bit off her finger while holding eye contact, which made her all flustered and blushing in the middle of the kitchen. “Perfect,” he huskily whispered and leaned down for a kiss, but YN pressed a hand against his chest and only pecked his cheek innocently. “I know what you’re trying, Barnes, and this will only happen tonight. Not now, not between presents, not before or after blowing out the candles and cutting the cake. Tonight.”

The Barnes laughed wholeheartedly and still pulled her close to his side, pressing a tender kiss to her sweet lips. “Whatever you command, Agent Rogers.”

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Only something short (and shitty) for my beloved birthday boy (I’m so sorry for this mess of words up there). I really need to continue the stuff for him I still have sitting around because I miss some Bucky magic on my blog. As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

Taglist: @poor-unfortunate-soul-85 @seasonofthenerd @onecrazydirectioner @meeksmusic83 @lastwandastan @hopefulinlove

[avochele]

The Idol - Ruby Red.

tags. idol!woozi x idol!oc, fluff, angst

headquarter.

chapter 1.

synopsis. In wich a girl has a way too personal connection to a ceiling fan and in wich people need to learn that not everything is what it appears to be.

“People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.”

warnings. toxic fans, obsession, anxiety, objectification(?), stalking, blood, obsessive crazy and toxic fans, oc is a simp for woozi (but honestly who isn't?), both are hopelessly in love and too dense to notice, I have no idea how recording a song or being an idol works so please excuse my messy excuse of a song production etc., obsessive fan incidents inspired by tvxq's sasaeng incidents (because no one in their right mind could come up with stuff like that) (more will be added if needed.)

note. Blame my impatience for the irregular updates. sorry.

Red. Everything is red. I don’t like red. Haven’t liked it for 6 years.

I’m sure I did like it at some point. I can’t remember. I should like red. Red is my business in a way. It’s my job. Red made me successful. Popular. Famous.

But I don’t think it makes me happy.

For the longest time I noticed something missing. I cannot pinpoint the exact moment when. But I have been feeling like I’m in a void. A void of nothingness. Except for the red specks everywhere.

There should be more. I should be happy. But I am not.

The fan above my bed buzzes softly as it blows cool air onto my skin. They told me to get an AC. I didn’t. I like the sound of the fan. It calms me. It has been there since I moved in and it has not once failed me. I don’t see a point in getting rid of something that lacks in nothing but age. If it does its work - and that it certainly does - why replace it.

I shouldn’t be having such a personal connection to a ceiling fan.

I open my eyes. The red is gone. The blowing air causes my eyes to tear up momentarily, causing me involuntarily to look in another direction but up.

I see a white furball laying at the end of my bed. Next to me. Not quite out of reach. I could stretch my arm and feel her soft fur. But I don’t. I don’t feel like moving.

I like my job. I like what I do. I am one of the few people on this earth who were able to fulfil their dream. And I would never change this for anything. It’s just the red that bothers me.

I reach for my phone. The case. Red. Like everything else. It was the details that made me become the Idol I am today. The small parts that were red. That were sensual. That were exciting. That were loving.

People desire me. Because of red. Especially men. I became an object of desire. An object of love. An object that was made through the colour of red. I am red.

The sheets under me rustle as I sit up. Marie’s tail moves over the white sheets. The white curtains - that look almost beige because of the setting sun - stop the light from travelling further into the room.

It’s 8pm. I should be heading out soon. I’m working late today. They gave me midday off. I was at the company yesterday until the middle of the night. I came back at around 3 am and today won’t be any different.

I like the late practice hours. The moments when only a few people are in the building. When it’s quiet. Almost so quiet that I miss the buzzing of my fan in my room.

They have an AC in the building. I like my fan.

I get up. My Bag with my stuff stands next to my door, seemingly waiting for me to pick it up. I’m driving to the company alone today. I’ll be meeting my manager there. She told me to be there in time. I’m already running late.

I tap my freshly manicured fingers on the steering wheel. Dark cherry red with golden accents. I like them. They're pretty, if it weren’t for the red. It isn't as bad as other reds. Not as striking as others. But red. Still. I’d love it. If it weren’t red.

The traffic light shines in a neon light inside my car. Painting everything an anxiety inducing colour.

It’s the colour I'm used to the most. The striking red that fills the stage as soon as I’m about to enter. It’s the colour I hate the most.

The red changes colour and the cars start moving again. Out of reflex I look into the rear-view mirror. Nothing suspicious yet. But they could be anywhere. The people that call themselves my fans but do nothing to make it seem like they are.

There were incidents. People had followed me. People found out where I live. People sent me packages. All kinds of packages. I don't like the packages. Not because of the striking red they are always wrapped in but because of the red inside.

I’d be alright as soon as I arrive in the parking garage under the Hybe Building. It’s only six minutes away now.

Another red light. I check the time on my phone. I am late. I had expected it and texted Taeja. She hadn’t responded but she read it. I know she did. She never really answers. She’s not a big texter.

I drive into the garage. The fluorescent light flickers for a moment before it shines on the few cars still there. I drive by Taeja’s car and park right next to the elevator. That way I don’t need to walk that much when I leave again.

A few metres away stands another car. I’ve seen it a lot. It’s always there when I come and it’s always there when I leave again. I don’t know who it belongs to.

The hallway is long and dark. I like these Hallways. No trace of colour. Just pure and grave grey or black. I enter the practice room Taeja said she’ll wait in.

The room is quiet. Taeja stands right next to the mirror that takes on almost one part of the whole wall. She types something on her phone.

The backup dancers are sitting all over the room on the floor. I have known some of them since the beginning. Many of them have changed agencies since my debut. Just a handful stayed.

I consider them my friends. Even though we never really met outside the company. I’m happy they stayed. At least that hasn’t changed.

Even though the way they view me might have changed. But that’s for my old me to worry about. Everyone changes. And so do I.

“I thought you’d be even later.” She says as she puts her phone on the small stand next to her. “Traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought.” I say, putting my bag next to the door.

“Have you eaten anything?” She always asks that. I don’t blame her. “Yeah. I had TakeOut earlier.” I answer her.

She nods satisfied and claps her hands. “Then shall we start?”

The room is dark. The only light in the room comes from my computer and the sunset lamp in the corner. My friend got it for my birthday.

He’s been in my studio more times than I can count and he’s always been complaining about it not being cozy enough.

Next to the lamp hangs a printed picture that takes over a good fourth of the wall. It’s me on stage at Coachella. I like the picture. Even though the lightsticks make me look like I'm standing on a red ocean.

I’m not surprised they gave me the red one.

I tried making my studio not so red. I think that’s why Seungkwan gave me the sunset lamp. It’s not red. It’s more like a golden orange but still fits my vibe I suppose.

I like it. The plant under the picture lets its leaves hang a little. I don’t know what to do about it. I tried everything. Even talked to it. My best friend said that might help. It didn’t.

I’ve been sitting in front of my computer for a good forty minutes now. Staring at the small symbols.

I don’t know how this works. I should get Beomju to check it over.

I close the file.

I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling. It’s coloured in orange light. The water bottle rustles slightly as I pick it up from my desk.

My phone says 2am. I lean forward and send the file to Beomju. The track is almost finished, just needs to be filed to perfection. This is for Beomju to worry about. He knows what the company likes. I don’t feel like putting up with that now. I text him that I’ve sent it to him. Close my phone and get up.

My dark red zip up sweater lays carelessly on my couch together with my bag. The rhinestones on it shine mindlessly in the orange light. I grab it and turn off the light.

The way back to the garage is quiet. I lean against the elevator wall and close my eyes for a moment. The slight rumble of the elevator keeps me from banging my head against the wall. I pull my black cap down a little.

The door opens and white fluorescent light flickers as I step out into the cold parking lot. The garage is almost empty now. Besides my own car there is only the one that's always there.

My steps are the only thing being heard in the empty garage. I open the passenger door and throw my bag onto the seat.

As I walk around it to get to the drivers side the elevator door pings open again. I look up not having expected another person to come down this late.

A guy around my height leaves the elevator. He’s wearing a cap that hides his dark, seemingly long hair, a black shirt that looks a little too big on him but at the same time too tight to conceal anything around his shoulder and chest area and black sweatpants.

He holds a grey sweatshirt in his hand together with his phone. The other one reaches to unlock his car. It’s the car in front.

My hand still lays on the door handle when he looks up. He looks at me and my heart jumps a little.

Red. Everything seems red all of a sudden. I don’t know what happend. But when he looked at me my chest turned warm. The heat creeping up my neck.

I stared. I stared goddamn much. And he noticed.

He smiles at me and bows slightly. Still with my hand on the door handle I lower my head a little. An attempt at a relaxed bow.

I’ve seen him before. Multiple times. Many times actually. Why does it feel so different now? Because I’m not on stage? Pumped with adrenaline? Because he’s not with Seungkwan? Or Minghao? Joshua? Or anyone I know?

What is happening?

I’m still staring. I turn to my car and open the door before scrambling to put my sweater on.

My face is still burning red. And I hope for everything that he doesn’t notice.

I bow one last time without looking at him and hurry to get into the driver's seat. I’m not sure if I trust myself enough to immediately leave. So I scramble to make it look like I’m busily doing something on my phone.

I connect the speakers to my phone. I type in the navigation. I type a message but am really just trying to get him to leave first.

His car lights blind me for a second and then he goes driving right by me. I see his backlight. And then he’s gone.

Everything's still red. A deep shade of red. I lean back and knot my hand through my hair.

Close my eyes. Open them again. Still red.

Damn you Woozi for making me see red.

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[simp4wom3n]

I Miss Us

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request

Summary: After working together tore you relationship apart, a kiss scene between your two characters revived a lot of buried feelings - both good and bad. ~ Word Count: 3.576k ~ Warnings: Angsttt + Swearing

A/N: I'M BACK B*TCHESSS!! first fic back after being shadow banned and good lord I have missed writing and posting stuff for my fellow simps. But it feels amazing to be back and I hope you enjoy <3

The moment you received the phone call informing you that you would be playing Jenna's love interest in a new film was easily one of the best days of your life. Is that a little sad? maybe, but at the end of the day, you would do anything to spend more time with your girlfriend. You thought that being able to spend the time together you typically spent apart would be a blessing, something that would bring you closer.

Sadly, however, that didn't seem to be the case.

Ever since you had started dating, you became each others rocks - the shoulder to cry on and the arms to fall into after a long and hard day on set. But what you didn't know, was what either of you would do without that rock? What would you do without your favourite person sat at home, awaiting the other with open arms and a warm smile. What would happen when you both needed that support yet neither of you were capable of providing it.

Sadly, without said support, your relationship began to crumble.

Despite playing Jenna's love interest in the film, your two characters spent quite a lot of time apart, meaning you had barely seen her on set today. You were currently filming scenes for a point in the plot where her character is ignoring yours - painfully reflective of your current situation.

What you thought would be a dream has turned into somewhat of an inescapable nightmare.

Unlike what the greater audience thinks, being an actor is an incredibly draining job. With a typical day on set being over 10 hours, especially as a main character, the mental and physical exhaustion was unlike any other. With both you and Jenna being constantly exhausted, the time you spent together dwindled and you turned from two loving girlfriends, into two strangers.

It was as if all of your chemistry and love had dissipated.

Where you used to spend your free time on set together, you both now spent it alone, most likely sleeping or rehearsing a scene, so distracted by exhaustion that the girlfriend shaped void in each others hearts was no longer noticeable.

Your conversations were now emotionless and lasted less than a minute. Your intimacy had flown out the window, now only exchanging a quick smile on set and a short 'Goodnight' before you slept - still in the same bed but with what felt like miles in between.

Today was no different.

The few times you saw Jenna, you exchanged a smile, a small hello, maybe even a few more words before walking in your seperate directions. You had gotten used to it at this point. You were also completely depleted of energy so the idea of maintaining a meaningful conversation wasn't one you fancied either.

Jenna had finally wrapped filming at 11pm, something she too was used to, and made her way home to the apartment you shared with her. Unsure as to whether you were home or not, she walked in trying to make as little noise as possible. Dumping her belongings in the doorway, she sighed as she tried to blink away her exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to head straight to bed.

To her surprise, not only were you home, but you were sat cross legged on the kitchen bench, a steaming cup of tea in your hands. "Oh. Hey." she whispers, slightly startled by your presence. "How was your day?", you glance at her, almost surprised that she was talking to you. You reply with a small "Fine" before you take a sip of your tea, the steam hugging your tired features.

Despite feeling as though her legs would give out any minute in exhaustion, there was a small voice in the back of Jenna's mind that was telling her to stay and talk to you. To take the chance of going back to how you used to be, the chance you had both been ignoring.

"So... how's everything been going?" she questions apprehensively, earning a confused, almost irritated, glance from her girlfriend. You look away from her as you get down from your spot and place your mug in the sink. "I'm going to bed" you answer softly as you head towards your bedroom.

"Seriously?" she scoffs, causing your head to whip around as your eyebrows furrow. "I just want to talk to my girlfriend why is that so hard." Jenna spoke, her words coming out a bit harsher than she had intended. Your mouth opened in slight shock at her tone, "Well I'm sorry. I didn't know going to bed was a crime" you retort, glancing towards your bedroom wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation.

"I just want to talk to you! Instead your avoiding me like the fucking plague!" although what she was saying was true, your pure exhaustion uncharacteristically caused you anger to burst. "Well maybe because I don't want to talk to you!" you yell, Jenna being instantly taken back by your confession. "What do you m-" "I'm just fucking tired ok! Just leave me alone please." you instantly regret your words but it's what you felt in the moment. Where you used to search for her when you were tired, for some reason, now, all you wanted was to be alone.

You swiftly walk towards your bedroom not wanting to look at Jenna, knowing that her expression will probably break your heart. As you settle into bed, Jenna just stands there shocked. Feeling her eyes burn with tears, she sucks in a breath before exhaling slowly and following you.

Your bedroom has never been so quiet. The tension thickened as Jenna entered the dark room and saw your figure curled up on your side of the bed. Sighing again, she moved around the room to get herself ready for bed, the silence deafening.

No goodnights were exchanged.

You both simply slipped into a deep sleep, your minds, unlike your bodies, full of energy and running rampant.

Awoken, rather rudely, by your alarm, you eyes flutter open as you groan. Not only was it 7 in the morning, but you were also flooded with memories of last night, ones which instantly cause you to hide your face with your hands. 'Fuck' you mutter as you sit up, noticing Jenna isn't in the bed with you.

You used to know every last detail of her schedule, when she had to be on set, when she was supposed to wrap. Evidently those details had escaped you over the past few gruelling months as you had no idea where your girlfriend was at this point.

Groggily making your way towards the kitchen, your face drops in realisation as you are suddenly hit with what today is.

The kiss scene.

"Shit" you whisper, dragging it out as the squeeze your eyes shut in frustration. As you continue through the apartment, you notice Jenna near the doorway looking ready to leave. "Hey Jenna. Can we talk?" she immediately straightens, only now aware of your presence as you slowly approach her. "Not now" she blows you off coldly as she continues to grab her stuff, reaching for the door. "I just wanted to say I'm sor-" and she's gone, the door slamming in your face.

You kinda deserved that.

As you walk towards the set where the kiss scene was about to be shot, with your heart pounding through your chest, you attempt to steady your breathing. Your heart beating in your ears as you fidgeted with the rings that adorn your sweaty hands.

Ever since Jenna slammed the door in your face this morning, which you admittedly deserved, she had been running circles around you as you failed to think about anything other than her.

Greeting the director as you enter the set, your eyes glance towards Jenna whose back is facing you, talking to her assistant on the other side of the room. You felt a slight spark of jealously as you forced your eyes away from her and back onto the director, who was now running you through how everything was going to work.

The scene was an incredibly emotional one, sure to pull at the heart strings of the entire audience. Up until this point in the movie, Jenna's character had distanced herself from yours due to her trying to escape her feelings, leaving your character heartbroken and alone as her best-friend completely ignored her. It was in this scene that your character finally confronts Jenna's, leading to their shared confessions and their first kiss.

This was probably the most important scene of the entire film and yet you had never felt so unprepared. Sure, you knew all your lines and all your cues. But as good of an actor as you are, having to act this scene with your girlfriend who you very recently hurt was going to prove to be a definite challenge.

You only hoped you could do it justice.

"Leave me alone" "Not until you tell me what's been going on with you!" your character insists as you follow Jenna into her character's bedroom. "Nothing is going on! I'm fine" "That's bullshit and you know it" grabbing Jenna's arm you spin her around, your eyes locking with hers as you notice the suddenly little space between the two of you.

'Focus y/n' you scolded yourself inwardly as you continued reciting the script, "You have been ignoring me for weeks! and don't even try to deny it... Do you know how shitty it feels to have your best friend avoid you like the plague... I don't understand... what did I do" your eyes brim with tears as you notice Jenna's features soften, an expression you have missed on her.

"I-I don't know what to tell you" Jenna stutters as she avoids eye contact, causing you to gently rest your hands on her cheeks and guide her eyes towards yours - oh how you missed this intimacy. "Tell me what I can do to fix this... to fix us... I miss us" you whisper as you risk a glance towards her lips. "I miss us too".

At her confession, you glance towards her lips again as you unknowingly begin to lean in. With the distance between you slowly closing, your heartbeat pounds in your ears as your tongue subtly travels across your lips, your attention now purely on Jenna's.

As your noses brush together, you realise what you are doing and pull back suddenly, your hards swiftly dropping from her cheeks. Your widened eyes stare into her confused ones as you take a large step back, your mouth slightly open as you struggle to find any words. "I-I'm so sorry I don't... I don't know what I was doing I'm so sorry oh my god". Jenna just stands there, frozen in confusion, as she watches you panic, your eyes deliberately avoiding hers.

You continue to ramble and apologise as she takes a slow step towards you. When you feel her hands gently rest on your cheeks, your words catch in your throat as you look at her with tears in your eyes. Her gaze is so soft and full of warmth that you - not your character - almost feel like bursting out into tears.

It had been so long since she looked at you that way.

"I-I... I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that." you whisper brokenly as she gently wipes away a stray tear that was sliding down your cheek. "It's ok" she whispers giving you a small smile. Shaking your head in denial, she takes a small step closer as her hands slide to the back of your neck, her hold on you growing stronger as you are once again inches from each other. "It's ok" she repeats softly as she leans in to connect your lips gently.

Letting out a soft sigh as your lips connect, your hands hesitantly slip onto her waist as you melt into the kiss. Your heart begins to pound in your chest as the feeling of her lips against yours, which had become an almost foreign feeling for you, reminds you of how much you had missed her. Knowing only a gentle and hesitant kiss is scripted, you attempt to stop yourself from deepening the kiss.

But goddamn it that was impossible.

Your grip on her waist tightens as you pull her body flush against yours. You hear Jenna softly moan as your lips continue to move against hers with a renewed urgency, desperate to make the most of the intimacy.

When your lips eventually leave hers, you slowly open your eyes only to discover hers are already open, staring at you breathlessly. You gently bite your lip as you attempt to catch your breath, you mind in a state of pure bliss as you meet Jenna's eyes - the thought of your character long gone

"Cut!"

The director's call caught you off guard. You blink rapidly as your eyes widen slightly in realisation. Your hands drop from Jenna's waist as you move away from her, your eyes diverting towards the director in an attempt to forget what just happened.

'you fucking idiot y/n why did you just do that'

'what the fuck was that... shit'

"That was excellent girls! Y/n, I love the passion and desperation you showed it was so believable. Absolutely amazing! Both of you have a short break we will call you back when we need you." That was all you needed to hear before you gave the director a small nod and a smile before you practically bolted towards your trailer.

Jenna stood frozen as she watched you run away from her, so suddenly afraid of her presence it was almost like she had burned you. Despite remaining fixed in her place, her heart was racing after she had kissed you - well, her character had kissed your character.

It had felt so real.

She couldn't believe what she was feeling, she couldn't help but think how unprofessional it was of her to allow her feelings to get in the way of her acting - especially when it comes to scenes as monumental as the one you just shot.

But it was you.

It was y/n.

The love of her life.

The one person she truly felt at home around and the only person that filled her life with so much joy.

To say the past few months had been rocky would have been an understatement, but at the end of the day, she couldn't help but love you. Sure you had hurt her feelings with the way you acted the night before, but it's not like she wasn't also at fault. You had both let work get in the way of your relationship and the kiss you just shared was the slap in the face you both needed.

Eventually coming to her senses, Jenna was quick to follow in your footsteps, walking briskly towards your trailer, determined to finally set things right - or at least get everything off of her chest.

The soft beat of three knocks on your trailer door broke you out of your thoughts as your head snapped towards the sound.

Currently curled up in a ball on your trailer couch, a steady stream of tears rolling down your cheeks, your chest ached with the idea that you had just ruined everything.

Jenna was the one thing that was always steady in your life.

Always there to catch you when you started to fall, always there to push you back up when you had fallen. And now, purely because of your stupidity and inability to control yourself, you had lost that. You couldn't even look at her as you retreated and tried to hide and avoid her like you had been for the past few months.

Just the thought of her not being in your life anymore made your heart clench.

And although you have both been distant recently, at least she was still there.

And now after the stunt you pulled only minutes ago, you truly believed that there was no way she could look at you the same. You had acted out and taken advantage of her vulnerability whilst her only intention was to do her job.

So as you hastily wiped the tears off of your cheeks, attempting to somewhat hide the fact that you had been crying your eyes out not seconds before, you approached the door expecting it to be a crew member checking up on you.

Your attempt to hide your pure shock that was no doubt written all over your face was futile as you opened the door and saw Jenna stood there, her eyes softly meeting yours.

"Hi" she spoke softly, offering you a gentle smile which caused your heart to melt slightly. "Hi" you breathe out as Jenna takes notice of your bloodshot eyes and bright red cheeks, her immediate instinct being to comfort you, but not wanting to push any boundaries she settled on giving you a knowing look as she fidgeted with her hands.

"Can I come in?" she asked as she subtly gestured into your mess of a trailer, the cleanliness of which had declined along with your relationship over the recent past. "Yeah... of course" you whisper as you break out of your surprised tranced and moved over, allowing her to come in.

You watched her eyes slowly travel around the room, taking notice of the trash littered around, the clothes and blankets thrown around the place, but one thing in particular caught her attention.

It was a framed photo of the two of you on your first date that was placed neatly on your small coffee table.

Her eyes remained fixed to the photo as you closed the door behind her and sat back down on your couch, pulling your knees to your chest in preparation for the conversation you were about to have. Tears already welling in your eyes, you looked at Jenna expectantly as her expression didn't change.

You breath caught in your throat as you followed her line of sight, noticing what she had been staring so intently at. Trying to not let your emotions get the better of you as you saw the picture, you clear your throat which causes Jenna's attention to finally leave the photo as her eyes meet yours.

Deciding the break the rather uncomfortable silence, you let your feelings come spilling out as you avert your eyes from hers, "Look..." you whisper brokenly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I-I'm so fucking sorry for what I just did... It was messed up and I... I took advantage of you and I understand if you don't wanna talk to me again because I have been so fucking mean to you and I haven't even acknowledged you and then I go an pull shit like that I..." you rant as your tears resurface and begin cascading down your cheeks.

You are so distracted by your own rambling that you don't notice Jenna gaze softening as she slowly makes her way over to the couch and takes a seat next to you. You only notice her presence once she grasps your hands with her own warm ones, your eyes instantly meeting hers as you look up.

Your lips tremble as you duck your head, inhaling as you once again meet her eyes before brokenly whispering, "I-I'm so s-sorry", giving her your best smile before your sobs escape your throat causing you to cave in on yourself.

Jenna wraps her arms around your broken figure as she squeezes you tightly, her own tears escaping as she sees how truly broken you are. As you continue to sob into her chest, her shirt growing increasingly wet as it soaks up your tears, Jenna remains silent as she gently cradles your head and strokes your back in an attempt to comfort you.

Oh how much you missed being this close to her - although admittedly, the circumstances weren't ideal.

As your sobs began to cease, Jenna gently pulls back and places a hand on your chin to slowly lift your head up so your eyes meet hers. Embarrassed by how awful you think you look, you attempt to shake her grip, wanting to curl up into a ball and disappear, yet she keeps ahold of you as she wills you to look at her.

Just looking at her brings tears to your eyes.

"Y/n... I need you to listen to me ok?". Her lips crack into a gentle smile as you give her small nod. "There is nothing you could possibly do that would make me not want talk to you again... ok? You did nothing wrong, I need you to believe me when I say that. Sure, we both fucked up a little bit but it's nothing we can't get through. Ok?"

As you let out a small, wet chuckle at her last comment, her hands move to your cheeks as they wipe away the remaining tears that had slowly trickled down your cheeks.

Grasping her hands from your cheeks, you bring them into your lap as you give them a gentle squeeze. "I still love you" you whispered as one side of your mouth quirked up into a smile, to which Jenna reciprocated.

"I still love you too" is what she whispered in response before she gently brought you in for a kiss.

Fuck... you really missed her.

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[bad268]

Pezzy with a cuddly (almost to the point of being clingy) reader?? (Love your blog & your writing so much! Keep it up!!)

End the Stream (Pezzy X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I love him and thank you so much <3)

Warnings: Language lol

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1193

Summary: No one ever said being clingy was a bad thing.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

I would never consider myself super clingy, but sometimes, I just wanted to be held. It was only natural, especially when my boyfriend was streaming for hours. I just wanted to hang out with him, and I felt like I had not seen him recently.

Yesterday, he was streaming all day. Granted, he just got a new computer, and he was preparing for Puffer’s season 2 of The Gauntlet. I remember back when he won the first week of season 1, and it took about 3 hours. Then, the finale took almost 9 hours! I was not prepared for this to happen again.

He had already been streaming for going on 5 hours, and watching the stream could only do so much to fill the void. I knew he was in the same house. Hell, he was just a room over, but I felt lonely without him. 

I decided enough was enough. If I wanted attention, I was gonna get it. Before I set my plan in motion, I opened up the chat and sent a quick message, just to see if he was watching the chat.

“Is your room unlocked?” The text-to-speech read, and Pezzy, at first, looked horrified. He paused the game to look at who sent that but smiled when he saw it was me.

“Oh, yeah, it’s open if you wanna come in here,” He let out a breath, “I thought that was a stalker or something.”

I chuckled as I got up from the bed. I wrapped my throw blanket around my shoulders before walking down the hall to Pezzy’s recording room. I dramatically pushed the door open, just standing in the door ominously until he turned around.  When he did, he almost jumped out of his seat.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted in shock as he put a hand on his heart as if to slow his rapid heart rate. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Just keeping you on your toes,” I chuckled lightly as I walked over to him. When I made it to his setup, I asked, “Is this seat taken?”

“What mine?” He asked, but he didn’t wait long as I just sat in his lap. He chuckled before wrapping his arms around me and setting his chin on my shoulder.  “Well, now it is. Is this comfortable for you?”

“Very,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned my head against his chest. I looked up at him and met his eyes. “Can I sleep here? I won’t bother you, I promise.”

“You could never bother me,” He whispered back, leaving a kiss on my forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, my lips before moving one of his hands from my waist to the back of my head. “I’ll be here when you wake up, and I’ll try not to be too loud.”

“I don’t care,” I mumbled, rubbing my face into his chest, “I’ll sleep through anything.”

“I know you will,” He chuckled lightly, kissing the crown of my head before turning his attention to the screen again. The chat was flying by, clips were being made, and his friends and moderators were calling him a simp. A couple specifically caught his eye. “Call me a simp one more time, Puffer, and I’ll call Megan. Grizzy, Droid, shut the fuck up. At least I get some you virgin ass mother fuckers.”

I could not keep a straight face at that as I burst out laughing. I sat up a little, opting to just lean my head against his shoulder as I looked at the screen with him. I glanced over to Discord, and I saw Puffer, Grizzy, and Droid show as active in their chat, so I moved to unplug Pezzy’s headphones before they could join the voice channel.

“Who the fuck are you talking about? I have never once been a simp,” Puffer shouted immediately after joining the call. 

“I beg to differ, Puffer,” I dragged out with a smirk, “You forget that I talk with Megan all the time, and I get to hear all of the relationship gossip. I have the tea and blackmail. Don’t make me pull it out.”

“Bitch,” He muttered.

“I try,” I smirked again before turning my attention to the other two. “Okay, Grizzy, Droid, do you two have anything to comment?”

“After hearing that, no I’ll keep my comments to myself,” Grizzy chuckled nervously. 

“Good, don’t test them,” Pezzy chuckled as he held onto me tighter and kissed my shoulder. 

“On that note, I’m making Pezzy get off,” I said as I leaned forward and took the mouse in my hand going over to the end stream button. “5 hours is enough for you heathens. He’s not streaming tomorrow, and don’t be surprised if he doesn't stream the day after.”

“Why’s that?” Pezzy teased for clarification.

“I miss you, and I want attention sometimes,” I said immediately. “I deserve time with you too.  Is it bad to want to spend time with my boyfriend doing relationship things?” 

“Not really, I get it,” Pezzy relented, “I miss you too if that makes you feel better.”

“I’m sorry, y’all lonely bitches want Pezzy all the time, but I gotta put me first,” I joked, “I gotta put me first.”

“And just for that, I’ll end the stream,” Pezzy laughed loudly as he took the mouse from my hands and ended the stream. “Happy now?”

“Not yet,” I admitted as I turned in his lap to face him. “I just want to stay here in your arms. I’ve missed you, and I feel like you’ve been streaming nonstop.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” He comforted as he brushed some hair away from my face. “Tomorrow, we’re doing anything you want. Name it.”

“But I don't want to do anything,” I whined as I banged my head on his shoulder. “I just want to lay in bed and do nothing. Maybe we make cupcakes or something. Maybe we take a bath together. Maybe we can go for a short bike ride. I don’t know, but I know I don't want to plan anything. Then, I won’t want to do it.”

“Okay, we can play it by year, how about that?” Pezzy offered as he held back a laugh. “We can just see where the day takes us.”

“Now I only get a day? I want at least two days, nothing less,” I snapped my head up as I pointed a finger at him. 

“Deal, two days,” Pezzy settled as he moved his hands to be under your butt, lifting you up.

“Where are we going?” I asked quickly in shock as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, not expecting to be lifted.

“Timbuktu,” Pezzy replied sarcastically, glaring at you, before lifting his expression, “Our bedroom. Where the fuck else?”

“Wow,” I dragged out as Pexxy walked out of his recording studio and into our room. He set me gently on our bed before leaning over me, giving me a kiss. I moved a hand to his chest as I gently pushed him away. “Take me to dinner first.”

~~~~~

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[tobifuyu]

Snowflakes In My Stomach When We’re Kissin’

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fwb to lovers, oral (male reciving), tiny bit of angsty themes with happy ending, sappy fic, ran being a simp as always to feed my “he’s a self-centered bitch until he finds the one” agenda.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: surprise… i’m back with a christmas present! this is the first fic in a three pieces installment, which can all be read as standalone but come from the same universe and evolve in the span of three different christmases. in case you didn’t know, in japan christmas is a holiday in which people spend time with their partners because they reserve new year’s for family (not only i’ve seen it in a whole lot of shoujo anime but i’ve asked my japanese coworkers to confirm eheh). it’s also customary to eat cake! ;)

“Though you said you just wanted to get a coffee.”

The only thing peeking from the red scarf is the tip of his nose, flushed with the same color of the fabric that’s wrapped around his neck. You imagine his lips curved in a smirk under it.

When he came to pick you up earlier this morning, you thought he made a bold choice pairing the red garment with the unusual color of his hair. Up until then, you always believed red and purple would clash.

But Ran made it work, somehow. Like most things in his life, he did it with a confidence that made you question your world and how you view it even if for just a second.

“Well, that we did,” He shakes his hand, his long fingers easily supporting the weight of the full cup. You can see the steam rise from it and wonder if he’s not drinking it because he’s scared to burn his tongue or because he’s not ready to go home yet.

The two of you are currently walking around Shiba Park, not too far from Roppongi Hills. The peak of Tokyo Tower is hidden in plain sight behind the trees, stripped naked by the season, and adorned by strings of fairy lights.

In daylight they look clear, void of color, and empty, they come alive at night. Just like we both do, thinks Ran.

Ran does like winter. He believes winter poses more opportunities to forgo going out and staying in bed. He loves to gaze out of his apartment’s window and spot rain pit patting against the glass, watching the water droplets leave streaks behind as he lets himself get lulled back to sleep.

He also likes that he can layer more clothes, the more the merrier, he says, it’s easier to style it. You would agree, because he looks particularly elegant with his long black coat, left unbuttoned to glimpse at the nice sweater under it. The sight of his tightly clad body alone ignites a fire inside of you, one that is meek but insistent, and will soon start to burn you inside out.

What Ran doesn’t like it’s the cold. The wind is not fair against his pale skin, it leaves it red and stinging, much like his heart when he wakes up after a night together and doesn’t find you there. He does not like the cold, the cold of the sheets around him when you’ve left hours before.

He would like to pretend he’s clueless as to why, the same way you’re staring at him now, but he knows the reason behind it.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re wandering around without a destination in freezing weather?

“Can’t you just live a little?”

You scoff at his words, taking another sip out of your hot chocolate to bite back an insult. He’s already testing your patience, and you have very little of it left today of all days.

“We should go eat some cake, I’d love an excuse to grab a Mont Blanc for later at that bakery by your apartment. Y’know I like it there.”

Cake. You don’t like cake, and you don’t like what eating cake with him would mean today of all days.

“Why do you have to make everything so complicated, Ran?” You sigh, head shaking in disappointment.

When you decided to start this with Ran, it was because you believed the man to be on the same wavelength as you. Ran had seemed like someone who knew what he wanted, and you had been sure that was not you.

He had promised that would stay the case. Your heart could not afford to be cared for by somebody.

When you look at him this time, you don’t notice how the wind is whipping the skin of his high cheeks red because his scarf is now covering everything but the lidded eyes staring at you.

At this rate Ran might end up hating winter: you seem to get colder with the season. He doesn’t think he would pick sleeping in over you, so if he could, he would like for summer to last all year long.

He’d like for you to cling to him even when the temperature is so high you can barely breathe in your cramped room, sweat sticking to both your skin and his, like your very first night together.

Because where the holidays bring glee to most, to you they’re a reminder of times that are long gone. A childhood spent decorating the tree and wishing for the perfect Christmas gift, now turned into a life of solitude. Your fast-paced job and lonely apartment away from home don’t leave space for the frivolity of Christmas.

“Didn’t wanna leave you alone,” he speaks so clearly of his intentions you almost feel shame, “Did ya think I would’ve left you bask in your gloominess, today? ‘M not that bad of an ass.”

You don’t think Ran owns you anything. He shouldn’t be picking up the pieces of you that other people left scattered and putting them back together as if it were a kids’ puzzle.

Ran knows you don’t really have anyone, he thinks he’s much like you, and would be just as bitter if he didn’t have his brother.

“You left Rin by himself?”

You hear his muffled laughter, “‘course not. Haruchiyo’s there. Y’know how they are.”

Yes. In love, you suppose. And you wonder if Ran thinks that is what it is. And what is it between you two?

You can feel his body warmth as he gravitates closer to you, “‘M cold,” is his excuse when his now ungloved hand catches yours. He intertwines your fingers, brushing the back of your hand with his thumb, before hiding them away in his coat pocket.

Gotta warm your cold heart up, he thinks.

“Saving you from this freezing weather,” is what he says out loud.

But you know it’s because the movement brings you closer, he pulls you so you’re now shoulder to shoulder, and you’re not strong enough to keep your head from falling on his. As if you were fresh snow in the sun, you melt in his presence.

“Let’s go get cake,” your voice is but a soft whisper, running past him like the breeze through the dying leaves, the wind finally settling down.

And that’s how he ends up in your apartment. Sounds of wet skin slapping against one another fill the void as he buries himself deep inside of you.

The sweet pastries Ran bought long forgotten over your kitchen counter, as he’d much rather taste the honeyed nectar spilling from between your thighs.

He’s grabbing at them now, the hold on your flesh sure to leave marks behind as he folds your legs so that he can loop his arms under your knees, keeping you spread open for him.

Big body caging you under his warmth with his forehead pressed against yours, and open mouths a breath away from the other, sharing sounds of pleasure without ever meeting in the middle.

It had been a tantalizing dance when you first started sleeping together. Like most people in your situation, you had both concluded that it would be best if you refrained from kissing. Deeming it too intimate.

Ran had caved after the third time you ended up in his bed, lips too needy to be kept from yours. He had let out a soft plead before you met him in the middle.

From then on you made it your mission to never kiss him outside of your bedroom activities, too scared of the power his kisses held over you. He and his annoying self had taken it as a challenge, always on the edge of his seat waiting to see who’d kiss the other first.

“Oh fuck this,” Ran groans before giving in.

You catch sight of his eyelids fluttering shut, hiding that violet color that you love so much, and your lips lock in a kiss that takes your breath as much as the hips still snapping against yours.

The coarse patch of hair on his navel repeatedly brushes against your puffed-up clit, making your hips jump up to chase the friction. The man is shamelessly shallowing your moans and caressing your tongue with his, teeth closing around your bottom lip when you go to pull away.

“Ngh, you taste like cake.”

Ran had snuck a bite of one of the pieces the moment he stepped out of the bakery, and the sweet taste on his tongue was, in your opinion, way better than the real deal.

His hand grasps your chin with firmness, the tips of his fingers squeezing your cheeks and making your blushed lips pucker up.

“So you do like cake, mh?”

“No, I don-“ Ran squeezes harder, and your mouth parts. A glob of spit falls on your tongue, one that you shallow under his scrutinizing gaze.

The moan that he lets out at that reverberates through your chest as he bends so close your bodies are now completely pressed against one another, sharing body heat.

This is what sex with Ran is, a concoction of rough touches and fucking that turn soft and slow when you least expect it. He likes to tease and surprise you, stealing the prettiest sounds from your lips and making them his. Making you his.

“Y’don’t like cake, s’okay. I know you like me,” one of his hands teasingly pinches your right nipple, respective eye closing in a wink.

You like that he makes sex fun, cracking jokes as if his cock weren’t pumping inside of you. You like it, you like him, but you can’t have him know that.

“That’s not-“ he interrupts you once again, this time with the snapping of his hips. He starts fucking you like he means it. Calculated thrusts hitting against the sweet spot only he knows how to find.

Ran is on his knees now, hands firmly planted on your raised hips, guiding you back and forth over his length.

“Fuck! Ran, fuck that feels good- so good-“

Slurred words leave your panting mouth as your hands hold onto the pillow behind your head for dear life, back arched and chest exposed to the greedy eyes that are raking over your body. From your perked-up nipples, begging to be played with, to the way your cunt is stretching around his cock.

“Don’t have enough hands for the things I wanna do to you,” Nonetheless, he repositions his right one so that it’s splayed over your navel, thumb reaching down to rub tight circles on your slicked clit.

“Fuckin’ cunt squeezing me so good,” moans spill from your mouth at his words, his voice is strained but maintains that hint of icy superiority and poise that is characteristic of Ran.

The way your hole flutters around him is maddening, Ran can feel your walls clenching against his length so perfectly. He can feel everything.

As a matter of fact, so do you. No matter how dumb he fucks you, you can’t ever miss out on the sweet feeling of his bare skin caressing your wet cunt. The squelching sounds are filling the air around you, making your cheeks heat up and your head lull to the side, trying to avoid his eyes in shame.

Half face buried in the pillow, you beg for him, “Ran, please, please. I need to cum so bad.”

His thrusts slow down, thumb stilling over your clit, and you hear him hum, pensive.

“Maybe if you looked at me, pretty, I might think about letting you.”

Gathering your remaining strength, you open your eyes to the sight of his glorious body above yours.

The wetness of his skin shines under the light of the outside street lamp, peeking in from the window, full body tattoo so enchanting, you watch it move and bend over his rising chest.

With violet eyes fixed on yours, he stands tall, unreachable.

The purple strands that fall from his gelled-back hairstyle are the only giveaway that he’s not so perfect and pristine after all, but he still looks like a god in your devoted eyes.

“Ran,” you call his name so softly he tumbles from the skies right to you.

His body bends to lay over yours, weight supported by his arms at your sides. With a snap of his hips, he breaks the longing stare you’re both sharing, mushroom tip hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh my god, that feels so-“ “I know, baby, s’okay.” One of his hands caresses over your head, before stopping at your neck and closing around your windpipe. The pressure of his touch against your feverish skin is delicious.

Your nails are now creating indents in the flesh of his arms. You want more, you need him to break you.

Ran can’t stop thrusting, pounding, burying himself inside of you to the hilt. He’s never wanted to be this close to someone before, never needed their warmth as he does yours.

He stops you before you can reach your clit with your fingers and, wanting to be the one to take you over the edge, he uses his free hand to rub over it vehemently.

“Coming, I’m coming,” are the rushed words that fall from your lips before you hit your peak. Wanton moans are gracing Ran’s ears, making his balls strain from holding back, but he wants you to bask in the glow of your orgasm before he reaches his.

“Doin’ so well fo’ me, look at this pretty pussy. Gushing all over my cock.” He looks down as he says this, watching how good he’s splitting you open, his cock coming out of you covered with the white sheen of your arousal, then plunging back in.

Your spent body is overstimulated, twitching in his hold as if trying to run away from the pleasure.

“You’re the only one, baby.” Ran lets slip, the sight of you in your most vulnerable state makes him just as weak, “S’all yours, so take it.” And he means it, you’re the only one.

Before you, life used to be in black and white. Ran had tried everything to paint it some other color, from violence to sex, but nothing ever came close to holding you in his arms.

Color is always all around him, but Ran’s devoid of it until you touch him.

You pull him down to you at the confession, arms wrapped around his neck, chests pressed against one another, hard nipples tickling the soft skin.

The pace suddenly turns slow, and you wonder if Ran does not care about coming anymore. His focus is on you, and you’re staring back at him with just as much affection.

“Let me take care of you,” it’s what you suggest once you’ve come down from your high, fingers pressing against his shoulders to have him lay back in the sheets. Short hair sprawled over the white pillow like a halo behind his troubled head.

Both of your thighs are circling his hips, too scared to have Ran pull out, and be prevailed by that sense of emptiness and cold that comes from being away from him.

Fighting a whirlpool of emotions, you feel the need to silence your mind with his lips on yours. The clashing of your noses does nothing to stop you from kissing each other passionately.

The blame should be on Ran for making you fall for him and gifting you a brand new reason to celebrate Christmas, but you should’ve known better when he walked into your life with that snarky smirk that makes you sigh just thinking about it. You bite his lip in retaliation.

The feeling of Ran’s hands traveling over your skin and sinking with his strong grip on the flesh of your hips is what makes you separate your two halves, pussy clenching around the length that has been filling you up so perfectly. The need to make him feel just as good swells up on the inside.

“Fuck, please,” A choked whisper, falling from the pearlescent of his lips, wet with your love, blood pouring out of the bitten skin.

Purple and red do look good together, you think.

Your hands are warm, trailing up his stomach like the ink on his skin. He feels as if you’re moving too fast, scared he might blink and lose the moment, and at the same time too slow for his liking. He’s begging and he doesn’t know what he’s begging for. But you do.

Ran’s hands tighten around the bedsheets. He wants to touch everywhere you’ve been, wants to get stained in you. Like fresh paint that sticks on skin, he’s now colored in your shades.

Wet kisses are being left on the top of his shaft. Ran’s right hand finds your hair, waving his fingers between the loose strands to uncover the sight of your pretty face.

Lidded eyes are watching you glide your tongue down his hardness, caressing the bluish veins running across its sides, tasting yourself on it.

When your lips wrap around his sensitive tip you have to hold down his hips with both hands.

The peace you set is slow, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. His girth stretches your lips and he thumbs the lower one as you look up at him with tears forming at your lashline.

“Mouth feels like fucking heaven, angel.”

Ran can barely contain himself, dangling from the edge, his balls heavy with his release.

When your nose is buried in the hair at the base of his cock, you know you’ve successfully taken him whole. A huge accomplishment on your part, considering how blessed he is.

With your throat clenching around him, it doesn’t take long to feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Yeah, pretty girl, just like that. Make me cum, fuck!”

Bobbing your head at his request, you’re hasty in sucking your checks around his length, letting him come on the back of your tongue with languid moans that contain your name.

No need for him to ask, you’re one step ahead by swallowing his semen, making a show of it before leaving a wet kiss on his tip, to collect the white drop that was spilling over.

“Better than any cake.”

Booming laughter fills the space around you as you scoot closer to his tired body, laying on his naked frame and stealing all his warmth.

“I do like you.”

“I know,” Ran looks down at you, left check cutely smushed against his pecs, “Let’s spend New Year’s together.”

The faint movement of your hair brushing his skin tells him you’re agreeing, “And what about… next year?”

“Let’s spend them all together.”

You’re warm in his hold, and he figures the fairy lights might’ve come on in the park.

Ran thinks back to the rest of the untouched cake on your kitchen counter and is happy enough that the two of you have exchanged Christmas gifts in your own special way.

After all, he took away the cold, and you’ve brightened up his life.

That’s more of what you could’ve wished for.

[rememberwren]

You know how in Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Bennet has that insane talk with Mr. and Future Mrs. Darcy, and feels like his whole world has upended, and goes, "If any young men come for Mary or Kitty, for heaven's sake, send them in. I'm quite at my leisure."

That's how I feel right now, after reading 3 progressively more and more world flipping fics from you.

Any more, universe? My mind is quit blown wide open at the moment, and I'm quite at my leisure.

Muah.

You’re actually going to make me insane. Could you just—hold this for me for a sec— *gives you my hand*

[12am-motivation]

his perfect world has us in it... i still love him

[shinobus-left-eye]

I SCREAMED SO FUCKIN LOUD

[sxxythingz]

Fill The Void

Lo’ak Sully (22) x Omatikaya reader (23)

Warnings: smut, aged up characters, cursing, simp Lo’ak (😩), creampie, oral (f receiving), semi angst in the beginning, semi cheating (maybe??), p n v

Summary: You and Lo’ak had a casual relationship, he wanted an actual relationship with you, but you had eyes for someone else. It wasn’t until he walked away from you that you realized just how much of a desire you had for him.

WC: 4.7K

🛑MDNI🛑

“Fuck! I-I’m cumming, right there baby… keep going.” Your breath ripples in your throat, your back in a perfect arch while your eyes continue to roll to the back of your head until they can go no further. “Shit, Y/n you feel so good. Cum all over my dick baby, I’m almost there.” Lo’ak rolls his hips into yours, hitting the perfect spot that finishes you off.

Your mouth hangs open, light curses flowing off of your tongue as you feel the bottom of your stomach tightening. “S-Shit.. Lo, don’t s-stop.” Your voice barely above a whisper as your legs begin to shake from the third intense orgasm that you’ve had in just an hour. Those were the only words that he needed to hear, causing his dick to twitch inside of you as you hear his deep groans coming from behind you. “Ah, fuck! I’m cumming!”

As you hear his words, you quickly put your hand on his stomach, pushing him out of you as you fall flat on your cot, your body jerking frequently as you breathe out attempting to catch your breath from your orgasm. You feel Lo’ak’s warm liquid landing on your back as he grunts loudly, not caring who can hear outside of your hut.

Shortly after, you feel Lo’ak plop down beside you on his back, his chest quickly rising and falling as he looks over to you, your eyes slowly opening and closing. “That was fucking amazing.” Lo’ak breathes out as he giggles, making you do the same. “You’re always amazing Lo’ak.” You smugly grin at him, as he eyes your body up and down, taking in all of your beauty.

You watch him quickly get up and grab a cloth that you have sitting beside your cot. He gently wipes his cum off of your lower back, then he suddenly pauses for a moment before you feel a kiss being planted in the center of your back, making you flip over to sit up and look into his eyes.

“Lo… I definitely don’t think that I can go again, so don’t even think about it.” You softly push him in his chest, making him let out a soft chuckle as he glared into your eyes, one of his favorite features on you. “I wasn’t going to try anything else, I just felt like doing that.” He reassures you as he attempts to grasp hold of your hand, but you shy away from him.

“Lo’ak, you know that I-“ You go to protest but he stops you in the middle of your sentence. “You don’t want me the way that I want you. I’m just here to fill your void, I get it.” His words come out in a dry tone as he nods his head, standing up to grab his loincloth and place it back onto his hips. Your ears retract as you watch his demeanor change from happy to bitter.

You quickly stand up as well, slipping your own loincloth back on and thinking of what to say next but before you can, Lo’ak is heading for the exit of your hut. “Wait, Lo’ak I-I didn’t mean it like that. You know what I just went through, you know that I can’t afford another relationship right now.” You try to grab hold of his arm, but he snatches it from you before turning to face you, an angry pout on his face.

“No Y/n, you meant it exactly how you said it the first time when we were drunk. “I don’t want anything serious with you, just fuck me.” You’ve been using me and I’ve allowed you, which makes me stupid.” He scoffs after his sentence at his realization, but you quickly shake your head. “What? No Lo’ak, that’s not what I meant! You’re a great guy and I just-“ Yet again, you don’t get to finish your sentence before he interrupts you.

“Just stop the “you’re a great guy” bullshit, Y/n. I get it, I should’ve never agreed to this knowing that I would fall for you. I heard about how you’ve been talking to Ateyo, how you’ve been saying that you want him. It’s not that you don’t want a relationship, it’s just that you don’t want one with me and I get it now. I tried my best to get you to see that I could be perfect for you, but you just don’t want me and I see it now. Well I’ll leave you alone, don’t worry about me anymore.”

Your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach at his words, at the realization that he had heard about you and Ateyo, maybe that’s the reason why he’s been trying extra hard lately to prove his worth to you. And you had been ignoring it this entire time because you put him in a category of nothing serious.

“Lo’ak please just let me explain..” You feel tears welding in your eyes as you attempt to grab him once again, but he scoffs once more before throwing his hands up and walking away, leaving you there making tears tread down your face.

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“You always look so beautiful, how do you do that?” Ateyo steps closer to you from behind, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying side to side. “I guess I was just born with it, you can thank my parents.” You give a fake smile as he flips you around to face him. He grabs both sides of your face, pulling you to him until you feel his lips on yours.

When you first met Ateyo, everything about him excited you, he was one of the most popular guys in the clan right after Neteyam and Lo’ak. He’s best friends with Neteyam, which is how you met him and most likely how Lo’ak found out about the two of you.

When you met him, you thought that he was the love of your life, that you guys would last forever. But ever since the fight between you and Lo’ak, for some weird reason you haven’t been able to get him off of your mind.

“Thank you ma’love. Your compliments always mean so much to me.” You give a toothless smile as he softly strokes your cheek with his thumb, staring deep into your eyes. “Are you ready to go, my pretty girl?” You nod your head, watching him hold his hand out for you to take it in your own and you oblige.

You both leave your hut, heading towards the ceremony for Neteyam, tonight was the celebration for him becoming the new Olo’eyktan. You knew for sure that Lo’ak would be there, which is part of the reason why you didn’t want to go. You haven’t spoken to him since the day that you guys had your fight and you don’t know if you’re ready to face him.

Then again, you were itching to talk to him, explain everything and maybe win his love back. The minute that he left your hut that day, you knew that you had made a major mistake and you haven’t been able to get him off of your mind since. You dressed up to the best of your ability, wearing purple which was always his favorite color on you. Maybe that’ll take away some of the anger that he has towards you.

As you arrive to the crowd, you see tons of people gathered together, some dancing, some eating, others talking in their own little groups. As you enter the crowd, you let go of Ateyo’s hand, searching the crowd for Lo’ak but he’s nowhere to be found. Your thoughts are so crowded with him until you hear Ateyo speak into your ear.

“I’ll be back shortly, yawne. There is Neteyam, I am going to congratulate him.” Your head turns in the direction of Neteyam immediately, and to your surprise you spot Lo’ak standing next to his brother. His eyes on both you and Ateyo, jealousy and anger raiding through them as he watched Ateyo come closer to both him and his brother.

Your eyes stay plastered on him as you watch him roll his eyes and walk away the closer that Ateyo got to them. Your eyes followed him, your head telling you to do the same but your body remained still, stuck in one place and unsure of what to say if you did follow him. Would it be best to follow him? What would he even say to you after a month of not speaking to you?

Was following him the best idea? No, it wasn’t. Were you going to do it anyways? Yes, yes you were. You glance over to Ateyo and Neteyam once more, watching them engage in a conversation before you swiftly make your exit, instantly following after Lo’ak. You follow Lo’ak into the forest, the deeper he goes, the darker that it gets aside from the lighting of the moon peeking through the trees.

He finally finds a place by a tree, where he stops and props himself against it, plopping his head on it as he looks into the sky. You slowly begin to approach him, careful not to make much noise as you watch him. As you become visible, you step on a limb, making it crack underneath your foot. Lo’ak quickly jumps up from the tree, grabbing his knife from his side and hissing as he looks around.

You fully reveal yourself to him, your heart racing out of your chest in fear that he’ll just walk away, but to your surprise, he didn’t. “What do you want, Y/n? Shouldn’t you be with your mate?” He puts his knife back into the pouch on his hip before rolling his eyes and folding his arms over his chest. “He’s not my mate Lo’ak. I seen you walk off and I was simply coming to check on you.” You come closer to him, making him back away from you the closer that you got.

“Yeah, well I’m fine. Go back to the celebration and be with Ateyo, whatever he is to you.” He spits at you before turning to walk away, but you catch up to him quickly and softly grasp hold of his arm, making him turn back around to look at you with a stern look. “Listen to me Lo’ak, just for a second, ok? I-I messed up ok? I made a mistake and I was wrong for the way that I did you. I regret it every single day that I wake up. Just give me another chance… please.”

Your voice is soft, not because you don’t want anyone else to hear you, you could’ve cared less about that by now. It was because you couldn’t speak any louder, the pounding feeling in your chest was making you run out of breath. “And why should I give you another chance? So that you can show me that you don’t want me once again? No thanks, I’m good.” He attempts to walk away once again, but you grab his arm again.

“So that I can show you that I do want you, and do it the correct way this time. I miss the way that you touch me, Lo’ak. And I don’t just mean it in a sexual way, I mean the way that you touch my soul just by looking at me. The way that you make me feel so happy just by being around me. I didn’t not want you Lo, I wondered why you would ever want someone like me. There’s a difference.” You confess your true feelings to him, and you don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re actually holding him hostage or if it’s the fact that he’s truly interested in what you have to say, but his attention is fully averted to you now.

“And how do I know that you’re not just saying this to get some dick again? What? Ateyo not doing it for you?” He chuckles lightly after his sentence, and so do you. “I… I haven’t been able to do anything with Ateyo actually. All that’s been on my mind is making it up to you.” You shock Lo’ak with your words as his eyebrows raise at you. “Just give me one more chance to show you how I truly feel about you Lo. I’ll do it right this time, I promise.” You place your hand over his heart, looking deep into his eyes as he glares at you.

Lo’ak doesn’t say anything back, making you more nervous than you were when you chased after him. To make matters worse, you decide to make a move that could either make him give in or push you away. You lift on your tip toes, placing your hands on his chest for leverage and connecting your lips to his. At first, your kiss isn’t reciprocated as he stands in one spot, but just as you are about to pull away you feel his hands grip your waist and pull you closer until your chest is on his.

Your arms move behind his neck, wrapping themselves securely around it as you slightly open your mouth, allowing his tongue full access to yours. You were already chest to chest with him, but for some reason that just didn’t feel close enough to you. He pushes you by your hips until you feel your back against the very tree that he was just standing against, making you lift your leg as he moves his hand behind your thigh to help you prop it on his hip.

Lo’ak pulls away from the kiss, panting softly and immediately making you whine at the cold feeling on your lips. You take the time to occupy your lips with kisses to his neck, nipping here and there to purposely leave marks for everyone to see the next day. “Wait… stop.” He stops you, pushing you harder against the tree, your heart pulsating at the authority in his voice.

You look into his eyes, automatically noticing that he clearly has something on his mind. “What is it Lo?” You ask him, afraid of the answer that he might give you. What if he’s found someone else? What if he’s changed his mind and no longer wants you? As if it wasn’t bad enough that those thoughts have been running through your mind ever since that day, they just amplified even more in a matter of a few seconds.

“Are you sure that I’m what you want? I don’t want to give you my all again for you to not even want me, Y/n. I can’t take that heartbreak again.” Those thoughts that fogged your mind disappeared just as quick as they came, all you care about now is reassuring him that he’s all you want and need. “I’ve never been more sure of anything Lo’ak. I want you more than you could ever know, and I am sorry for the way that I made you feel before. I never want to hurt you ever again.”

Your reassuring words raise a grin to his soft lips, for once he could tell that you were as serious about him as he was about you. Those words were exactly what he needed to hear right now. You feel his strong hands reach behind both of your lower back thighs, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his waist and giggle. “So that means you’ll be my mate?” His smile widens with his question as he gives you another peck on your lips.

“That means I’ll be your mate Lo’ak.” You place your forehead onto his, both of you closing your eyes to take in the moment. The moment of completion that you both feel in your heart. Your legs stay wrapped around his hips as he bends down, softly laying you in the grass and getting in between your legs to hover over you. “I want to give my mate the best night of your life.” You smile wide at his words, making him bend down to kiss your soft lips once again.

You wrap your legs around Lo’ak’s waist, locking him into your grasp so that he can't get away, although you knew that there was no other place he would rather be.

One of his hands reaches behind your back, putting an arch in it as you feel his soft touches as he unties your top. He quickly rids of it, leaving your bare chest open for only his eyes to see.

“Your body is so perfect, it’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen.” He whispers to you, leaning down to place his lips around one of your nipples. Another arch forms in your back at the feeling, a soft moan slipping from your lips. “Lo… I- We can’t do this here. Someone might find us.” You protest to him, finally coming to your senses. “Let them find us. I want everyone to know that you’re mine and I’m yours.” His answer flutters your heart, slipping the fear of being caught away from your mind.

His lips connect to yours once again, his hand working at the side of the tie in your loincloth to remove it from your hips. You lift your hips up slightly to help him remove the cloth from your hips completely, leaving you open to him. His hands softly caress your thighs, massaging them with his soft hands making you moan as you bite his lip, tugging at it. His touches are always so soft on you, no matter where he touches.

His lips leave yours, kissing down your stomach to leave a trail everywhere that his lips touch, his eyes staring deep into yours. He always knew that the eye contact drove you crazy, you’ve always thought that his eyes were beautiful, even in the nighttime where they lit the entire area up if it was dark. He leaves one last kiss just above your pelvis before lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders, his face dangerously close to your heat, engulfing your scent.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Y/n. Everything about you turns me on so much.” He leaves a kiss on your thigh, right next to your pussy, making you squirm in anticipation. He leaves another kiss on your other thigh, your fingers beginning to dig into the grass that you lay on top of. His next kiss is placed on your pussy, making you moan as you buck your hips to his lips, but he backs his head away with a giggle.

“Relax princess. I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise. Don’t rush me.” You huff in frustration as you roll your eyes. “Lo, this isn’t funny. I need it, I want it.” You plop your head into the grass, looking up into the starry sky. “What do you want and need, baby?” His question was obvious, he knew exactly what you were talking about but he just wanted to hear you say it. You roll your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him in between your legs.

“I need your mouth and tongue, Lo… please.” Your voice strains from the desperation that you were trying so hard to hide from him, but you couldn’t hide it too well. He smirks wide at you, nodding his head before he lowers his head to level with your pussy. You fall back on the grass, sinking your nails into the grass as you feel his mouth connect with your pussy, giving wide kisses to it.

“Oh shit…” You moan as you feel his soft tongue brush up against your clit. He gives kitten licks to your folds, making your back arch off of the grass, a loud moan bubbling in your throat that you were trying so hard to suppress. “Mmm, Lo’ak… r-right there.” You reach your hand to his head, entangling your fingers through his thick braids, earning a moan from him to send vibrations through your body.

His licks are sloppy, quick, just the way that you like it. His cheeks hollowing as he sucks on your clit, making your legs attempt to close around his head, but he quickly forces them back open, shaking his head from side to side as you feel your rolling eyes to the back of your head.

“Fuck! I-I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You roll your hips into his mouth, making him stick his tongue out for you to grind yourself up and down on it. Your hips abruptly stop, your legs shaking and back arched as you feel your orgasm escape your body and Lo’ak keeps his tongue out until your hips drop to the ground. You let out a deep breath, your stomach quickly rising and falling as you attempt to catch your breath.

“Shit.” Lo’ak comes up, sitting up on his knees as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “That was hot as fuck. And you taste so good baby.” He licks his lips, making you laugh at his exaggeration. “Such a skxawng.” He laughs at your remark, leaning down to kiss you on your lips. His tongue automatically slips into your mouth, leaving you to taste yourself and you moan. His hips press against yours, his hard dick poking through his loincloth and pressing into you as you grind your hips into him, making him pull back from the kiss with a hiss.

“Fuck me, Lo’ak.”

Those simple words make his dick jump in his loincloth as you pull the string to it, making it fall off of him. He gives you one last kiss while teasing your entrance with his tip, slipping it in and back out. “Lo’ak, don’t be a tease.” You hit him in his chest, making him chuckle at you. “Where are your manners? Say please.” He smirks down at you, making you sigh. “Please.” You give him what he asks for, but it’s not enough. “More passion behind it or no dick princess.”

He slides himself a little further into you before pulling back out completely as he awaits for you to finally submit. “Please fuck me Lo’ak. I need your dick inside of me.” You firmly grip his strong arm, looking into his eyes as you watch satisfaction take over his face. “Good girl.” He completely sinks himself into you, earning moans from both of you as he bottoms out. “Shit, I missed this.” He groans out, pulling his back back and springing them back forwards without giving you any time to adjust.

“Lo’ak… baby. I-I want you to cum inside of me.” You shock him with your words, making him slow down and look into your eyes. “A-Are you sure princess?” This would be the first time that he would do it, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be more than sure that you wanted it. “I’m positive baby.” You reach your hand up, culling his cheek into your palm as he nods his head, leaning down to kiss you before picking his speed up, drilling his hips into yours, leaving the mixture of your skin slapping together and your moans to be the loudest sounds in the area that the two of you are in.

“Does that feel good baby?” He coos at you, picking his speed up even more until you’re a mumbling mess. “F-fuck, I-I can’t!” You place your hand on his lower abdomen, but he slaps it away quickly. “I know baby, I know but you have to take it, ok?” You feel yourself pulsating around him, making him growl lowly at the feeling. He wraps both of his hands around your throat, lifting you up and down on his dick with the help of his hips pushing you up with each hard thrust into you. “Lo, I’m c-cumming again..” you manage to get out through your pants.

“Not yet baby, just hold on for me. You cum when I tell you to.” He pants out to you, making you groan as you attempt to hold your orgasm in, he had never done this before so you had no idea how long you would be able to hold it in. You watch as his thrusts become sloppier, his hips swaying out of line after a few moments, his eyes rolling occasionally as he lets out low groans. “Shit! Cum baby, cum on my dick.” With those words, you feel yourself let go, releasing yourself all over him.

For the first time, you feel his warm liquid filling you up as his thrusts become slower and slower. His breath hitching in his throat as he throws his head back, making you softly massage his biceps. He stays complacent in that one spot, between your legs as his catches his breath, his dick still twitching inside of you. After a few moments, he finally pulls out of you, causing you to groan at the empty feeling again.

He plops beside you in the grass, making both of you look into the sky before turning to each other. “So like.. you’re actually my mate now.” Lo’ak giggles to himself as he looks at you, seeming to be starstruck by the realization. “Yes I am dumbass, and you’re my mate now.” You laugh as you pull him to you, placing a soft kiss on his lips. A kiss of love and adoration, your heart thumping hard in your chest.

“Lo’ak! I’ve been looking for you everywh- Woah!” You and Lo’ak both break the kiss, looking behind him and noticing Neteyam standing there, quickly turning around to face the opposite direction of you. “You two couldn’t have waited until after my ceremony to do this?!” He exclaims loudly, making you cover your face in embarrassment as Lo’ak attempts to cover you up. “Well maybe we didn’t think that you would come looking for us, skxawng. You should be celebrating, you see that I’m doing it so go get lost!” Lo’ak snaps at Neteyam as he helps you put your loincloth on in the process before putting his back on.

“Ew, first of all ok that is disgusting. Second of you, father and I were looking for you, but I see that you are busy so I will stall him. Just hurry up with whatever… this is and come before you get us both in trouble. Sometimes I wonder how we are even brothers.” He sighs before disappearing into the woods, making both you and Lo’ak burst out into an outrage of laughter.

“I don’t know if I should feel bad for him or feel bad for us from the embarrassment we just faced.” You say to Lo’ak, grabbing his hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. “Neither, who cares about him? All that I care about is my beautiful mate that I have right here in front of me.” He grabs your face into his soft palms and pulls you to him until you feel his lips on yours. He quickly pulls away, making you look at him with worry.

“Wait, what about Ateyo? What are you going to say to him?” He seems concerned about him, but you knew that deep down he was just afraid that you would choose Ateyo over him once again. “Lo’ak, I choose you, which means that I don’t want Ateyo, and I don’t have to say anything to him. He’ll catch a hint when he sees me in your arms.” You reassure him, easing the worry and anxiety on his face as he slightly lifts his eyebrows and gives a slight smile. “Well I guess that we have a ceremony to get back to then, hm?”

He holds his arm out to you and you take it into your own with a bright smile. “Indeed we do, sir.” His face lights up with a smirk as you both begin walking. “If you call me sir again, we’ll have to miss out on the rest of the ceremony.” He growls at you, making you laugh and bump him with your hip. “Well at least I know what word to use after the ceremony.” You smirk at your words and so does he as he unlatches his arm from yours and wraps it around your waist.

“That’s my girl.”

A/N: y’all, I know it was a long one ok? 😭😭 certain parts of this fic might or might not have been based on a true story that happened to me, which gave me the inspo for this story 😏 anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!!! 💕 and also…. Thanks for the 830 followers, like WHAT?! Ahhhhh!!! I love you guys so much! Let me know if you have any requests!

[ladycrimsonandblack]

Ten people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @p4nicaker thank you!

Last song: When the Darkness Comes by Jeris Johnson

Favorite colour: Violet

Last book: The last book I actually finished was a reread of A Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen Turner. I also just started reading Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie and I really like it so far.

Last movie: Darkest Hour (2017)

Last show: Beyond Evil (2021)

Sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy

Relationship status: Not really interested in all that

Last thing I googled: The weather in my area. It's been snowing, and I wanted to know if it would all freeze into ice or start melting into slush.

Current obsession: Trash of the Count's Family webnovel. Saiyuki anime. Also, One Piece, but that's been ongoing for the last 4 years.

Looking forward to: Snow days, new One Piece chapter, and free days off work for holidays

Tagging with no pressure: @curapicas @blueteller @mugiwara--ya @aro-screams-into-the-void @randomprojectedkat @aethersea @i-might-be-a-simp @kickingtheladder @ace-no-isha @tsume-yuki and anyone else who would like to join!

[reddative]

I’ve been told I would be really good at writing simp fics by a friend of mine so… AAAUGH have my first Konig x Reader. None of this be realistic but let a man dream. I’m delusional.

Also requests are open just not for NSFW/Smut. (Angst and Fluff tho >;D )

Part 1

König x FTM Reader

Enemies To Lovers Trope (cus yes.)

[fluff, stoner!König x stoner!reader, 16+]

You’ve worked with Task Force 141 for about a year now, having a few more years of experience before now. You spent 5 years in the US Military mastering different skills. You’re a sniper, but you have the skills to be a medic from prior experience outside of the military, and you can take front lines just as well as you can hide at high advantage points on your stomach looking through your optic for hours on end. You kept your identity a secret. As far as anyone needed to know, you’re a man and that’s that. Your feminine figure is hidden by your gear luckily, and you’ve had top surgery a few years prior to the present so there wasn’t the worry of forgetting your binder in the mornings. You were recommended into Task Force 141 when they heard word of a sniper by the code name “Void” due to your skill of hiding in small spots and shadows. This is what came to your downfall however on a mission, as one man in particular saw you. His icy blue eyes seeing something in the corner of his preview vision.

You panic as you scan the area for your next place to move. You attempted to go when he looked away…before he grabbed you by the back of your vest, throwing you to the ground, pinning your arms behind your back as his knee pressed into your back to keep you down. He’d knew you were there, but you were tiny and in a tiny place. He looked away to let you think you had a chance. “Fuck!” You spout as you hit the ground. He didn’t expect you to be that light so that was probably a bit more force than intended, but he didn’t speak on the matter. “Who are you. Speak.” Shit this wasn’t how this was supposed to go! It was supposed to be a simple in and out mission nothing more. So much for that. You didn’t respond. There was still a chance you could get out of this situation. You didn’t struggle underneath him before he lost his guard, readjusting his hand that held your wrists together. That was enough. You snapped your arms from his grasp before rolling the opposite way, sliding yourself from underneath his knee before booking it. There was NO damn way you were getting captured today. Bro was tall though, you were slightly scared he’d catch up, but you were gone so fast he barely even had a chance to process anything, only letting out a frustrated sigh when he looked up and you were gone.

The next time you saw him you were off duty. You bumped into him on your way home from your favorite dispensary in town since you’re on a long enough break to get it out of your system before you’re back to it. “Oh, sorry-“ you spoke as you look up at the man, freezing when you met his eyes. He didn’t have his hood on, perhaps off duty himself. You both just stared at each other, an iced coffee in your hand. You could recognize him from his eyes and physique. “You..?” You ask, almost unsure of himself. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Hello again, maus.” Yep. You slightly wished you were wrong as this was overly awkward on your part. You couldn’t tell with his stern expression as you nervously sipped the pumpkin spice Frappuccino in your hand. There was a silent decision to walk and talk, though there wasn’t much talking. “So..” The taller man finally spoke. “König… you?” Right. There was never any sort of introduction. “Y/n.” You answered simply before continuing “I didn’t expect to run into you again. But I’d like to keep what happened inside of work.” The taller man slightly nodded in agreement at your statement. “You were a lot lighter than I was expecting…” he points out. You just nod “I’m a sniper. There’s a reason for that factor. But I also double as a spy and a few other things. You’re probably used to handling bigger guys.”

You didn’t think much of it anyways. You were more so winded than hurt by the force of impact so it is what it is. König then fixed his eyes into the bag in your hand. “A smoker?” He asked with pure curiosity in which you just nodded to. “Then I get to sneak around for 90 days until it’s out of my system.” You replied in a joking manner, snapping open the sealed bag and pulling out a pre rolled joint. “You care?” You quickly ask, lighting it when he gave you a quick shake of his head. You didn’t care anyways, but you didn’t smoke around people who didn’t like it or the smell for the sake of being respectful. “You’re lucky you’re not a private. The higher the rank the less likely they will drug test you. Though you’re still ballsy.” You just chuckled. If you could you would respond with ‘if only I had balls.’ But you’re not gonna joke about your ghost nuts today. When you got to your place you invited him inside. Might as well, not like you had a lot of company to begin with. Plus you didn’t want to be rude. Next thing you knew you were smoking with him. Not that you minded, but at first glance, he didn’t seem like that type of guy. You had music playing on your tv, the tv you left on while you were out. It was turned down, but you liked background music.

The two of you have been passing a blunt and a bong around for the past hour, talking about random things. Some about work, some about life, or just common interests. But of course in situations like this you run out of things to talk about. After a bit of silence and light music in the background König spoke up, looking at the flags on your roof, one in particular being transgender. “Are you trans?” He asked nonchalantly when he looked up. You hummed before responding. “I am. Since I was a young teen.” You didn’t want to get much into it but he didn’t ask anything further. You both just sat there high as hell, sitting on your couch. You looked up at him, your eyes red and heavy from your buzz. Something about him made you smile. His voice was cute was adorable, especially with the rasp caused by his high. It didn’t at all match his stature, but it sure as hell matched what you’ve seen of his personality. He was nicely built, his black shirt outlining everything perfectly which made you blush slightly. His eyes snapped down to look at you, making you look away in embarrassment. “What are you looking at, Maus?” He raised an eyebrow as he asked. The grin on his face spoke dozens. “Nothing.” He just chuckled. You’re a terrible liar. “You sure? You were eyeing me pretty hard there for a second.” He pointed out. You playfully nudged his arm with a small chuckle.

Eventually you lean your back against his arm, sitting criss cross on the couch while he sat, man spreading as he watched whatever you were giggling at on the tv. Mostly children falling off things or being tripped or even slipping on accident. At this point you were rolling a blunt, pushing the leaf under the other end before applying enough pressure to keep it in the tight roll before you roll your thumbs forward, licking the end to make it stick, doing this until you get to the end of the blunt. You use a lighter to dry the wrap out and stick better before feeling the blunt for any tight or loose errors you can fix but just putting a bit of pressure and getting the tight bud to loosen. After, you lit it, taking a long hit and holding it in your lungs for a moment before exhaling. You took a few more hits before passing it to König who took it between his index and middle finger and raised it to his mouth. You coughed a bit from your hits, bringing your fist up to your mouth as you did, the cough making you tear up. But the feeling in your chest and throat was amazing, along with the fresh high in your head and limbs. As he exhaled his hit he looked down at you, his icey blue eyes scanning you before grabbing your chin with his calloused fingers, gently making you look at him making a bright blush appear on your cheeks. He smirked before taking a long drag of the blunt and bringing his lips to yours before exhaling the hit as you instinctively inhaled the intoxicating substance from his lips.

That lead to you sitting on his lap moments later, his hands on your waist as you now had the blunt. Though it went out on its own after a while of you two making out, your arms around his neck as the two of you shared lazy, wet kisses. His hands sliding under your shirt to rest his hands on your lower back. His hands were big and warm, his hands having the ability to wrap around your waist and meet his fingers in the middle with ease. You two eventually pull away for a breath, König letting out a soft chuckle as he wiped shared saliva from your lip. You couldn’t help but think ‘Wow Y/n. Making out with your enemy. Smooth.’ Despite the deep blush on your face. But FUCK he was so fine. You could get past him practically throwing you to the ground during your first meeting.

You two decided that he should stay the night, he was now hovering over you from behind as you cooked a simple meal. Looking up was enough to meet his gaze since he’s a damn giant. “Looks good.” He spoke as he leaned down, resting his chin on your shoulder, his hands resting on your hips. You smiled and chuckled at him softly. “Don’t worry, I always make to much.” He smiled at your words with a small nod. Once you finished you plated the meal before handing König his. You two ended up eating on the couch and watching a movie, smoking another blunt and a bowl after the both of you finished eating. He pulled you onto his chest as he took a hit before handing it back to you. You took it with a small smile, your head now contently resting against his chest as you bring the rolled herb to your lips.

- end of part 1 -

Hope y’all enjoyed the read. I spent so long on this for no reason so yeah I’m ending it here. See ya.