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wri0thesley · 4 years ago

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hellooo can i get a fic for dabi with either 1 or 12 (whichever you like) and 37?

foolishness as a love language - dabi x reader (2k)

you probably shouldn’t love him.

warnings: sfw, angst/comfort hybrid? bleeding, pain, brief allusions to past abuse/trauma, mentions of murder. very very light manga spoilers if you squint. gender neutral reader.

[a/n: you requested comfort and i just wrote this, i’m so so sorry.]

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Dabi’s voice is clipped and frustrated in the dark of your shitty studio apartment; his eyes watch you, burning bright, as you rifle in your woefully understocked cupboards to try and find some bandages or something to stop the steady flow of blood from his nose.

“You’re bleeding,” you say. “It’s broken.”

“And I’m tellin’ you that it doesn’t hurt.”

You turn to face him, hands on your hips. He looks like a mess.

You know some people would say that Dabi always looks like a mess; that the purple-red crisp burnt skin and the staples and the tattered clothes do not help matters – but Dabi has always snorted, ignoring that entirely.

“I’m a villain, doll,” he tells you, when you try and buy him a shirt that isn’t ripped to pieces or singed on the edges. He’s abrasive with it, cold for all his heat – but you’ve learnt that Dabi is just like that. “You’re gonna make me look like some fuckshit hero.”

“I just think you’d look nice in some new clothes,” you’d told him, and he’d wrapped his arms about your middle and you’d felt heat spark at his fingertips where they touched your hips.

“Y’don’t like my clothes?” He’d breathe-rasped into your ear. “That ain’t nice manners. Why bother? Anyone’d recognise me in a heartbeat anyway.”

You’d given up in the end. Partly because he was right – he was hardly a shrinking violet, looking like that – and partly because it had nagged at your conscience that perhaps Dabi felt like you were trying to changehim. And though there are things about Dabi that certainly do fray at your nerves – the amount of times he staggers into your apartment with ash that used to be people stuck to his coat, with blood on him, or warning you that there’re heroes around and he needs to lie low – there are things about him that you wouldn’t change for the world.

You shouldn’t love a villain, you guess. You most certainly shouldn’t love Dabi, who is all fiery anger and desperate longing and something sad in those sapphire-burn eyes that you can never quite manage to cut through to – but you do. And when he brings you an old shirt next time he’s at your place, scratching the back of his head and saying; “I thought y’might like to sleep in it. That’s what . . . what people do, right?” - you had ignored that it smelled like smoke and nicotine, and had held it against you. There were only a few cigarette and fingertip-shaped burns in the hem of it; it’s one of the most complete pieces of clothing you’ve ever seen Dabi with.

“Yeah,” you’d said, avoiding throwing your arms around him and kissing his scarred cheeks and making a big deal out of it, because you know he hates that kind of fuss. “Smells like you.”

He raises his eyebrows, grinning, the staple-piercings pulling.

“Y’ought to be glad it doesn’t smell like the hideout, doll,” he tells you. “Not sure more than two of those assholes knows how to work a shower.”

Back to the broken nose. Dabi’s already done his best to set it, but he looks morose where he’s hunched over at your tiny dining table. You brandish an ice pack at him, and he physically recoils at the sight of it.

“You’re supposed to do it for a broken nose,” you tell him, but his face is still all-over hatred. “Dabi, c’mon--”

“It doesn’t even fuckin’ hurt,” he grumbles, under his breath. “I’ve had worse injuries than this, doll – fuckin’ look at me.” He gestures at himself. “Don’t go treatin’ me like a kid--”

“I’m not,” you sound a little petulant, you know, as you slide onto your other chair next to him. “I’m just worried about you--”

He barks out a harsh laugh.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be worried about,” he says, shortly. “Just another one of those injuries to add to this gorgeous face I’ve got goin’ on.” He motions at said face, lip twisting; and your heart gives a little squirm of pity that you know he would hate. He reminds you, again; “It doesn’t hurt.”

You know that’s bullshit.

You’d asked him, once, if the charred patches of his skin still burned – your fingertips brushing across them, your eyebrows furrowing at the crepe-paper thin texture, at once so delicate you feel like it will flake off in your hands and so tough you think knives couldn’t pierce it. You’d asked him if it hurt – and Dabi had stared at you as if you were making fun of him.

“No,” he’d said, eventually. “Not any more. Jus’ . . .” He frowned, trying to get the words out. You think you might be the first person Dabi has really thoughtabout talking to in years. The first person who he hasn’t just snapped and hissed and tried to break into pieces. “Jus’ phantom pains, y’know? Like when you get your leg chopped off and y’still imagine you can feel it.”

Phantom. That’s a good word for him; slipping into your apartment at night, holding you, kissing you, mumbling into your neck and digging fingers into your skin until he leaves you alone in the morning with the taste of ash on your lips and a burnt out cigarette butt in your bedside table water cup.

He’s a phantom when a police officer knocks on your door and says one of your neighbours reported a suspicious man matching the description of a wanted criminal around this neighbourhood, and you widen your eyes and tip your head to one side and pray they don’t have a lie detector quirk as you say that no, you’ve seen no such man.

“What about this?” You’d asked, brushing your hand over his chest; the part of him that was plain skin, warmed by the rushing of blood beneath. Dabi had grit his teeth, a soft huff as your nails had caught the stapled edge--

“If y’had something pulling on your skin all the time,” he’d said, eventually, “it’d hurt you too.”

He didn’t outright tell you that it hurt; that every day, he felt himself coming apart at the seams and had to concentrate on the shock of metal through dead flesh and living flesh – that’s not Dabi’s style. He doesn’t even like most people staring at him for that long. But you’d known what he was saying, and it’s because of those words that you know the broken nose must hurt.

You lean over and pinch his nose above the nostrils before he can react – blue flame rises in a panic from his fingertips, hot air scorching your arm – but as soon as he realises what you’re doing, they’re pulled back in. His mouth pulls into a grimace.

“You don’t have to pretend to care,” he snaps at you, eventually, whilst you’re rustling around in your medical kit for painkillers. You don’t know how much of his shattered immune system they might help, but beggars can’t be choosers. “I’m fine on my own--”

“Dabi,” your voice is a bitten out mess. He dwells in himself, sometimes; you might not have known him for forever, but you know him well enough to see the way there are more thoughts flashing behind those blue-fire orbs than you’ll ever really be privy to. “I want to help you. Let me help.”

You sense the flex of his shoulders under his jacket. The set in his eyes that says he doesn’t need help now, he’s never needed help, he’s been perfectly fine on his own all of this time and he isn’t going to start depending on someone else now--

(You don’t think you will ever really manage to dig down, in between the cracks in Dabi’s skin, the lines where skin meets scar and see who he once was – but if you love him already, does that really matter? Do you need to know what happened to make him Dabi, to love him the way you do?)

But he breathes out.

“Alright,” he says, voice rough and dark. Those turquoise eyes close for a moment. “Too tired to argue with fuckin’ know-it-all bitches.”

This actually means, you’ve learnt; I’ll let you touch me. I’ll let you care about me. But don’t think for a moment I like it even though I sigh and lean into your touch when you run a finger through my mess of hair and press an ice pack against my broken nose.

If Dabi really wanted you to stop – if he really didn’t care – he’d incinerate you where you stand. He’s done it before; he’ll do it again. You’ve seen it, you’ve used a dustpan and brush on dust that used to be human bodies. But . . . he remains in your chair.

He lets you pat the blood seeping from his nose with his eyes closed and his chest barely rising and falling. There’s a tension in his knuckles that you don’t fail to miss.

It’s all very well you being beneath him; you being vulnerable, and at his mercy, and letting him touch you. It’s different for him to be at yours.

He doesn’t talk about it. But you know something has happened; something lurks in the shadows of his memories that makes him flinch and need to be in control of the way he digs fingers into your skin.

“There,” you say, pulling the tissue away. It’s stained dark with blood, but Dabi’s nosebleed has stopped. You ease the ice-pack off his nose, too. It’s barely crooked; he’s done a good job putting it back in place.

(Your heart aches at the thought of him tending to his own injuries, shrugging off his hurt because he’s been hurt worse.)

His eyes slowly open to look at you. You’re caught in that moment; one hand clinging to the ice pack, one hand hovering close to his cheeks. There’s a desperation in Dabi’s gaze as he looks at you that you’ve never seen before.

“You can come to me whenever you get hurt,” you say, a lump in your throat that just won’t dissolve. “I just want to help.”

The laugh he gives you is soft, mocking – but his face tells a different story.

“That so, doll?” He asks you. “Y’gonna patch me up when I bring heroes to your door and get you thrown in jail for harbouring a villain? Y’sure you’re not just gonna curse my name? You’re not gonna regret it when I turn on you, too?” Two of his fingers reach up, hooking around your wrist. The pads of his fingertips are blazing hot – but even as you feel them almost sear your skin, you don’t draw away from him.

You think Dabi needs someone who won’t.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “I sure am.”

A tug of the staples at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re real stupid, y’know that?” He says. “You ought to just leave me in the trash somewhere. Let me do what I want to do and burn myself out.”

(You know only snatches of what Dabi wants; the reformation of hero society, the ideals of that one dangerous radicalist, the way his jaw had set when he’d come over once and the only shitty cable channel you’d been able to get your television to focus on had been playing some retrospective about Endeavor. But what have heroes ever done for you, anyway? Not as much as the villain at your table, the one with his hands on you, the one staring at you like he at once wants to devour you whole and keep you safe forever.)

“You know I’m not going to do that,” you tell him, hesitantly. You lean forward. You press your forehead against his (he’s always so warm; heat bleeding from every pore of his skin). “You know.” You swallow. “You know I love you.”

Dabi sighs.

It’s a noise like the wind; like the rattling door of an abandoned haunted country mansion, like a tornado that’s about to bear down on an unprepared town. Unpredictable and yet fizzing with tension.

“You’re real stupid,” he repeats – but he leans forward. He presses his mouth to yours, one of the metal rings digging into your lower lip as he kisses you as if he’s afraid he’ll never get to do it again. He tastes like fear and ash and safety and nicotine and danger.

“Yeah,” you say, against his mouth. “Guess I am.”

But he still holds you like he never wants to let you go.

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years ago

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The Sun (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: SMUT, rough sex, mentions of spanking, slight mentions of trauma (PTSD kinda), bad language, my shit writing

Summary: Missions can take their toll on anyone, especially in the Survey Corps. It’s not just Levi that needs a distraction from the horrors that he’s seen beyond the wall. You guys have always taken care of each other, for years now. This time was no different than any other time you two have comforted each other. If anything, this time solidified the relationship between the two of you.

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GUYS. I’m so sorry for the lack of content recently. I’ve just gotten so busy with life and it’s been kind of crazy. School starts up soon too, so I’ve been attempting to relax before break is over. I’m doing a terrible job at it lmao. ANYWAY. I hope you guys like this one! This is the first time I’ve ever written anything for AOT, so please let me know what you think!:)

As always I adore you guys so much and I hope you have a fantastic week!

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Levi didn’t know what was more cruel; the fact that this particular mission was a complete failure, that the amount of casualties this time was far more staggering than past failed missions, or the fact that he was taking it out on your body.

It was like his vision was under water, he couldn’t even begin to register the influx of emotions coursing through his body.

Anger.

Sorrow.

Relief.

Pleasure.

He grunted loudly, the firm grip he had in your hair tightened, shoving your face harder into the mattress. His other bruised and battered hand gripped at your hip harshly, the flesh turning pale and then red once he released his hold; only to crack down against your already red and welted ass.

He could still hear your delicate yelp and cries of pain even though your face was buried against the mattress. Levi only thrusted harder into your swollen cunt. His eyes fluttering shut at the way your walls tightened around his shaft.

But he could see the bodies, and the blood, and the looming shadows of those fucking monsters that took away far too many of his soldiers. His teeth clenched together tightly, eyes snapping open to gaze down at your body being pressed down into the bed. Your skin was beginning to bloom with dark bruises; angry red welts lingered on the delicate swell of your ass. Levi knew he was being rough; he knew that he was being cruel when usually he was a gentle lover.

His frustration, his anger, welled up inside of his body even more at what he knew he was doing to you, at the fact his cock was incredibly hard, and because of the immense amount of pleasure your body was giving him.

He wanted to slow down, he wanted to be gentle, he wanted to give you the pleasure and the release he always did when he fucked you. But he couldn’t bring himself to do any of that.

His slim fingers reached down between your legs, pressing down hard against your clit and rubbing fast.

A low whine escaped your lips, and your body automatically attempted to wiggle away from his rough touches.

His hand that was tangled in your hair slid down, grabbing at the back of your neck and shoving your face further into the bed, his other hand was now painfully gripping at your hip again.

“Don’t fucking move.” He panted, eyes narrowing as his speed increased again, he was ramming himself into you now. “Endure it.”

It didn’t take long before Levi was reaching his end, his rough thrusts suddenly coming to a halt before he tore himself out of you, spilling his warmth against the skin of your ass and lower back.

He panted softly, his eyes coming into a focus at the image before him. His stomach turned unpleasantly, and every instinct to clean you up, to press his mouth against every inch of your skin, to cradle you against his chest; was replaced with the instinct to run in shame.

You were slumped against the bed, body twitching softly as you sucked in a watery breath.

He’s never hated himself more than in this moment.

“Levi?” your voice was soft and tender, dripping with sweetness as you called out to him. But before you could even muster up the strength to turn to look at him, he was already tucking himself back into his pants and slamming the door loudly on his way out.

****

It had only been a couple of days since that night. Levi hadn’t seen you, or rather, he was actively going out of his way to avoid you.

He hated what he had done. He knew he shouldn’t have taken his emotions out on you, but he did anyway. You always had the ability to quell the rising hysteria that tried to break through his body; and he was grateful for that. He was grateful that you had stayed by his side for all those years, he was grateful for your never-ending gentleness and love.

Levi knew that a man like himself, did not deserve a woman like you. You were too kind, too soft and gentle to be in a place like this.

The Survey Corps was no place for a tenderhearted person, this world was no place for it. The world was hell, and you… you were a fucking angel that seemed to take hold of his life.

He had always wondered how you still held those hopeful doe-like eyes, how you still managed to smile so tenderly at people, even after seeing the worst in the world, you were still just… so kind.

You seemed to have made it a point to glue yourself to his side when he joined the Corps, and originally, he had fucking hated it. Despised how seemingly delicate you were, despised your sunny disposition in this fucked up world.

Levi could have sworn that you were a sadist, it was the only thing that made sense. But when he had gotten to know you… when he saw your strength and dedication to humanity… he didn’t mind you being by his side.

He wasn’t quite sure when he started loving you.

No that was a complete lie. He knew exactly when he did, when he fell in love with you.

It was when you had asked about his backstory. You guys were beyond the wall, taking the first watch together as everyone else slept. It was a quiet night, peaceful almost. You and Levi were talking softly with one another when that topic had come up. Levi didn’t think much of it when he had answered, reflecting back on his past with a tone that was entirely nonchalant.

To him it was, Levi didn’t care much to make a sob story of his past, he would rather move on with his life. But to you… it was something he had never predicted happening.

You had started crying.

You cried for him.

You had started whispering gentle apologizes about what had happened as if you had dealt a hand in what he had gone through.

It was a reaction he didn’t expect you to have. But it was a reaction that started everything that has happened between the two of you.

It was a reaction that led to his confession, while Levi never verbally said that he loved you, he had kissed you that night instead.

After that, he had sought you out every time; craving your attention, wanting your affection.

To Levi, you were like the sun; a delicate warmth that he had never felt until he left the underground. When he had first seen the sun, it was a treasured beauty; but the sun itself was nothing compared to you. You were warm and bright, absolutely lovely in every aspect.

And you were his.

It was an unclaimed relationship, even after being together for years, it was never verbally stated. Everyone knew though; everyone knew that Levi was your person, and that you were his. Everyone knew that it went beyond just being your Captain’s second. It was never questioned, it was never brought up, but people just knew; and if they didn’t know, they found out eventually.

So, Levi wondered why no one fucking told him that you were assigned a solo mission. You had left earlier this morning apparently; it was the evening, and he was barely hearing about it now.

“She’ll be fine Levi. Erwin assigned this mission specifically to her. She has five other soldiers with her too. She’s more than capable.” Hange said easily, dismissing the irritated stare that the dark-haired male was giving her.

If anything, Levi was more upset about the fact that no one told him.

“Are you two fighting?” Hange asked.

“Why do you ask?” Levi grunted out, lips wrapped around the rim of his cup, slowly drinking.

“Because she’s usually always with you. Moblit’s room is across from Y/n, he said the past couple of days she’s actually been sleeping in her room, and not yours.” She said easily.

Levi released an annoyed noise from the back of his throat, signaling that he no longer wanted to talk about this.

No, you guys weren’t fighting. It was more so that Levi couldn’t meet your eyes just yet, not after what he had done.

He didn’t… he didn’t want you to hate him. He couldn’t bear to see your sweet eyes look at him with disdain. You probably did hate him now, which was why you hadn’t come to him about the mission.

He fucked up. He knew that, and now he was going to suffer the consequences of his actions.

But… as long as you were alive, that’s all that mattered to him. You could hate him as much as you wanted, but Levi knew that he would continue to love you regardless of if you no longer loved him.

****

You were gone for weeks. Levi thought he was going to lose his fucking mind. There was no way of knowing if you were still alive, if you had gotten eaten, he had no idea.

It drove him mad.

It was pure fucking torture.

“Captain,” Levi’s eyes flickered up from his desk, glancing briefly at the soldier that was standing by the door.

“What is it?” he asked, gazing back down at his paperwork, his movements never stopping as he continued to work.

“Y/n is back, she’ll be entering through the gates soon.”

The tightness in Levi’s chest loosened at the mention of your name. The anxiety he felt in his heart all but disappeared.

You were alive, and now… you would be home. That’s all that mattered.

“We need to take him to the infirmary. Quickly now, let’s grab him.” A small group of soldiers had surrounded you, carefully pulling down the injured man that you held on the back of your horse.

Levi stood back, watching as the injured soldier was carried off before his eyes flickered to you. You looked exhausted, blood and dirt clung to your clothes and exposed skin. From what he could see, there were no serious injuries, much to his relief.

But it wasn’t the filth or the small cuts and bruises that worried him, it was the fact that your eyes held an emptiness that he wasn’t used to seeing.

“Y/n.” he couldn’t help himself; he ran away the last time you two were together, he wanted to take care of you this time.

His expression softened when your eyes met his, a delicate flicker of adoration passed through but was replaced again with that sad emptiness that made his heart ache.

Your usual bright and hopeful self was incredibly dim. Levi wasn’t used to seeing this side of you, or rather, it was something that rarely happened. Which meant that this mission was entirely taxing on you.

The fact that you had left with five others and came back with only one was a clear sign in itself.

You lost people you were responsible for; it was never easy. Levi knew that feeling firsthand, and the fact that you had to experience that feeling all alone… he had to take care of you.

“My room, after you’ve reported back to Erwin.” He said evenly.

“I need to get cleaned up Levi -”

“Straight to my room after your report. No detours.” Levi interrupted, his tone was final, no room for any argument to occur.

Only he was talking to you, someone that never hesitated to talk back. It was annoying, but it was also something that proved your strength. If you could talk back to Captain Levi with no fear in your voice, well, you could do just about anything.

“But I’m filthy, I don’t -”

“That wasn’t a request. That was an order from your Captain, Y/n.” He said sharply, silencing your protest immediately.

Levi said nothing else as he walked away, he would take care of you tonight.

****

“Come in.” Levi said quietly after the delicate knock that echoed in his room. His eyes never left his book until he heard the door open and then close. You stood hesitantly in the middle of his room; unsure almost, like you felt like you didn’t belong here.

Levi took in your form once more, pleased that you had actually listened to him and came straight to his room after your report.

“Come here.” he murmured, walking towards the table that housed the hot bowl of water and the many other supplies he would use to clean you up.

“I-I’m dirty… I don’t want to ruin your room…” You said softly, your teeth biting into your lower lip.

Levi said nothing else as he walked towards you. His slim fingers reached towards you and began tugging at your jacket, easily sliding it off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the floor before he began unbuckling the strap that laid across your chest.

“Stop moving.” He said, eyes narrowing slightly as you tried wiggling away from him. Levi gently squeezed the tops of your shoulders before sliding down towards the button of your shirt, skilled fingers easily undoing each one.

“Levi, I’m filthy I don’t want to get you dirty…” you knew about his aversion to filth, you didn’t want him touching you when you were this gross, this dirty.

He ignored you completely, eyes trailing down the exposed skin of your upper body before he carefully knelt down. His fingers gently trailing against the soft skin of your stomach, stopping at the leather sash that laid over your hips. He carefully unclasped everything, the material falling to the floor with a soft thud. Levi couldn’t help touching you as he undressed you, fingers gliding over your legs as he undid each brown strap that was secured over the tops of your thighs. His hands gently reach around cupping your bottom before softly squeezing at the covered flesh before sliding back towards your calves, carefully sliding the zipper of your boots down.

“Levi, I don’t… I don’t want you touching me when I’m like this… I don’t -” he could hear the soft catch of your breath. A clear sign that you were holding back tears.

“Stop it.” he said evenly, gray eyes smoldering as he stared up at you. He could see it then, the rising hysteria. It had finally hit you, or you finally couldn’t suppress your emotions any longer.

This mission took its toll on you. He knew, he could tell. Which was why he wanted to make sure you were okay, that you weren’t alone tonight, that you were taken care of.

“If you hate me now, then hate me. If you need to scream, then scream, if you need to hit me, then hit me. But I’m not going anywhere. Let me take care of you, brat. Go ahead and cry, I’m right here.” he said, his eyes never wavering from your face before he turned his attention back to undressing you.

“Why would I hate you?” you whispered, the tears that you were holding back finally spilling down your cheeks.

“Because I hurt you, and then I just left you.” he said simply, gently grabbing hold of your hand to rest on his shoulder while he tugged your boots off of your feet, tossing them behind him with a loud thunk.

“I’m sorry about that,” he continued. “I let my emotions get the best of me. I took it out on you. I’m sorry for that.” he said, tugging your pants down your legs.

“I’m not.” you whispered quietly.

Levi looked up at you curiously, hands resting carefully on your hips before he stood up. You were dressed down now, completely bare and exposed to his eyes. Absolutely beautiful, he thought.

Levi waited patiently for you to elaborate, taking his time to roll up his sleeves and to soak the rag in the hot water. The only sound in the room was the soft trickle of water as he wrung out the rag.

He carefully started wiping away the filth that covered your beautiful skin; his eyes and hands getting reacquainted with the body he loved the most.

“Even after all these years, you never talk to me about how you feel after missions. Not really at least, not without me prying for it.” you said quietly. “But you… you needed me that night. I… I was just glad that I could do something for you, be what you needed that night…”

“You’re always what I need.” he said simply. “I shouldn’t have been so rough. You didn’t deserve treatment like that.”

He was almost done cleaning you up, pleased with the fact that there were only bruises and small cuts on you.

“I want to be what you need when you get like that too.” he said, tossing the rag over the bowl of water. His hands rested gently against your hips, thumbs rubbing softly against your skin.

“You are.” you said immediately. “You take care of me too, Levi. You always have.”

There it was. That sweet, bright expression in your eyes was back, filling the emptiness, vanishing the darkness. It was wonderful.

“Good. Now, if you ever go on a mission alone again - without telling me - I’ll punish you.” he murmured, eyes flashing as he tangled his fingers into the back of your hair, forehead pressing against yours.

“Yes Captain.” you whispered sweetly.

Levi’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening for a moment before he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

This kiss was full of love and passion, it was all teeth and tongue as you fought for dominance, only for Levi to easily overpower you, his tongue invading your mouth, hot and wet as he searched every inch.

His hands were everywhere, grabbing and kneading the soft flesh of your ass; pulling you closer to grind his hard member against you. Levi began trailing wet kisses along your jaw, down your throat, sucking and biting at every inch of skin he could taste.

The moans and gasps that were spilling from your mouth was music to his ears, he’s never heard a sound so sweet before. He wanted, no, he needed more of it. He needed all of it, all of you, every single inch.

His skilled fingers found their way to your soaking folds, gently parting them before sliding softly against the length of your slit, gathering up your slick easily before pressing against the top.

Levi circled your clit gently, his movement slow and careful. He would give you pleasure, every ounce of it.

“Levi.” you gasped; eyes fluttering shut as one of his fingers slid into your weeping cunt.

“You’re so wet.” he breathed. “You filthy girl, you like my fingers that much?” he slid another finger into you, his thumb carefully pressing against your clit as he began thrusting in and out of you, fingers curling to reach that devastating spot within you.

“Answer me brat.” he murmured, his lips were near your ear, his breath coming out in hot, wet pants, his tongue flicking out to drag against your lobe.

“Yes.” you trembled, feeling your release beginning to build.

“You made a mess.” he groaned, pulling his fingers away abruptly. “Clean it up.”

You could see your slick coating his digits before he held them up to your lips. “Clean up your mess.” he demanded, groaning when your hot mouth wrapped around his fingers. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched you lick and suck his fingers clean.

“You like how you taste?” he breathed, pressing his mouth against yours, his lips prying yours open so that he could taste you on your tongue.

“Yes.” you gasped as he pulled away.

“Dirty girl.” he murmured, but then Levi’s whole demeanor changed. He cupped your face tenderly, gazed at you with gentle eyes despite how dark and lust filled they were.

“You’re mine.” he said quietly, carefully tugging you towards his bed, gently pressing you down into the mattress.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were just so beautiful. So perfect in the soft glow of the candles.

“I love you.” you whispered tenderly.

His lips twitched into a gentle smile.

Just like the world couldn’t live without the sun, Levi couldn’t live without you.

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starbuck · 2 years ago

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tagged by @alcompasdemicaballo (thanks so much!!)

Relationship Status: Single and happily staying that way until i’ve got myself together enough to truly commit to someone else as well.

Favourite Colour: Cerulean (blue)!! It was always my favorite crayon color and the namesake of the Cerulean Warbler, which is one of my favorite birds.

Favourite Food: I say something different for this every time I’m asked it, but this time i’m gonna say cherries!! i’ve been REALLY into those wonderful, fresh dark cherries recently.

Song Stuck in Your Head: A medley of the songs from TMG’s Sweden since I listened to it for five and a half hours today, but mainly Deianara Crush and The Whole Wide World.

Last Thing you Googled: “mirrorless camera” because i’m thinking about getting into landscape photography and wanted to know how expensive the cameras are (the answer is Very lol, so i will be saving up for a bit).

Time: 10:09pm

Dream Trip: Oh gosh… dream trip EVER, i couldn’t say… But rn i’m particularly dreaming of the trip i wanna take out western US to see the Grand Canyon and southern Utah for the eclipse next fall… Remains to be seen whether it’ll come true or not, but i’m hopeful!!

Last Book You Read: The Alaska Native Reader: History, Culture, Politics compiled and edited by Maria Sháa Tláa Williams.

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: Haha, very funny, but definitely the above!! The first book in awhile where finishing it made me feel empty rather than victorious… It had become such a part of my daily routine that i’ll really miss it! Will definitely be checking out some of the extended reading suggestions in the back when i have more book-buying money!

Last Book You Hated Reading: I was about to say I don’t know because i’m VERY selective about what i read (and also just don’t read that much if i’m being honest), but THEN i remembered this fucking AWFUL birding “memoir” that i attempted to read back in Fall of 2019 and had to quit because it was just soooooooo pretentious and full of itself… i’m not naming the book, partially because i don’t remember and partially because it’s a pretty local thing… not something widely published, and i’m not here to punch down. but Yeah. Terrible experience, 0/10. The amount of birders who think they’re qualified to write a memoir just because they’re well-traveled is STAGGERING…

Favourite Thing to Cook/Bake: gosh idk… I do cook and bake a decent amount, but it’s not something i really enjoy doing… I guess anything that lets me knead dough… That’s one thing I do enjoy because i like the feeling and it smells great too!

Most Niche Dislike: Since getting into giffing, I have a real pet peeve for gifsets that aren’t slowed down enough. Like. I guess this is a preference thing, but imo there’s a certain amount of slowing down that you need so that your gifs don’t move awkwardly fast and many people overlook that and just go with whatever the default setting is regardless of how the finished product looks in motion. I won’t reblog otherwise flawless gifsets if they move too fast because it totally ruins it for me. I no longer find it enjoyable to look at.

Opinion on the Circus: like. morally?? or is this a reference i’m not getting? Regardless, i don’t think i know enough to answer this.

Do You Have a Sense of Direction: For the first time in a long time, yeah, I think I do. Maybe not long term, but i’m not looking to lock myself into one track forever right now, anyway… Short-term, i’m really getting it together and am super proud of myself! Definitely feel like I’m working towards a coherent future now, finally!!

tagging @calamitys-child @acepunks @thegreatblondebalrogslayer @flintfag @lupismaris and @smartfoodofficial ❤️❤️

#long post #thanks for the tag!! this was fun! :))#and it was nice to learn more about you as well!!#obv as usual no pressure to anyone tagged!!#love you all - am passing out now ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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stankyler · 2 years ago

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how is it not a red flag to you that your friend that you've interacted with for less than a year has alienated and harassed so many people who use to be her friend or people who disagree with her interpretations on the show. Remaining ignorant will not do you favors.

this is batshit insane.. i’ve also stopped talking to a lot of the same people because personally, i don’t like how they act! we dont “alienate” people for “disagreeing with interpretations,” we cut them off because they’re dicks about it.

i’ll tell you what i’ve seen in my few months active in this fandom again. i’ve seen ella willfully involve herself in one controversy; she expressed dicomfort over an au that highly fetishized cartman’s abuse of kyle. and i know it’s fetishized because the creator has claimed to ship kyman and personally, having that context (especially as a jew,) feels incredibly fucking icky. ella had every right to do this. that isn’t “different fandom views,” that’s an issue of genuine discomfort. after i expressed support that she spoke out, roostertuftart, who i’m sure you’re here on behalf of, booted me from her discord server. but no, we’re the one’s doing the alienating.

every other thing i’ve seen her get shit for has been the direct result of other people harassing her for her harmless interpretations. i have not ONCE seen her say anything like “masc kyle is an F Tier Take” or “people who disagree with my kyle interpretation are morally reprehensible.” both of which have been said about her harmless headcanons! and so she creates a long and well-constructed meta discussing exactly what canon material she uses to support her headcanon, because she’s passionate about it! but since everyone who disagrees with her thinks this is some kind of fucking playground battle they start going “oh she’s being passive aggressive” “she hates anyone who disagrees with her takes” as if it’s about you?

in regards to the callout post, yeah she could’ve done better. but even then, conflating the act of sending an nsfw fic link (which unlike fanart requires you to click that you’re old enough to see it AND to put in the effort to read it) in a channel that had minors in it with “interacting sexually with children” as if it’s real life fucking grooming is absolutely low. ella has clearly learned, as i know for a fact she actually goes out of her way to avoid interacting with minors online.

all the while ella has been very supportive of my opinions, even when they’re different from hers! she has shown me more kindness and patience than ANY of the people who claim to be on the side of internet safety, or claim to be above this “circlejerk” mentality they keep accusing us of. which- by the way rooster should understand is simply not the case, given his stated reason for getting in the aforementioned au debate was that he wanted to defend his partner from slander. but when we want to defend our friend it must be because we’re a clique right? get it straight.

the amount of anons i’ve gotten vaguely threatening that i shouldn’t trust ella because she’s a fugly slut but have not given me any proof of this “harassment” she apparently does is STAGGERING. and quite honestly, i find that to be proof enough that the people who so vehemently hate her are incredibly fucking childish. GET A LIFE!

#replies #anon

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crowtrobotx · 2 years ago

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🍧 💤📖 for Karl and

👊 🍩 ☀️ for Lottie!

Thank you!! Obviously Karl is NOT my OC so I’ll just be answering his section as personal headcanons. (This is Tumblr and I have to state the obvious lest I receive deranged anon hate from a complete strangers lol)

Karl:

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but Neil once joked about that teddy bear you find in the Village being his. I know it was meant to be humorous but I like to think he actually does have one stashed away somewhere. He’s not really sure if it’s from his real mom or real dad, or if it’s something he was given in the Village, but he can’t bring himself to toss it. In some ways, it’s proof that someone cared at some point. Probably.

If he lost it, I think he’d play it off like it wasn’t a big deal, while silently launching a search party to figure out where it went. Mr. Snuffles needs to come home. 😡

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

I subscribe to the common fanon that he does not sleep very well at all. He’s too caught up in his work and his paranoia to let his guard down long enough to really get adequate Z’s, but when he does finally collapse…. Hoo boy. Dead to the world. If he has a partner, they are going to have to deal with his human octopus ass glomming onto them all night, too. Fuck you if you have to pee.

A friend or SO would definitely help him rest easier - but until that hard earned trust is there, I think our dumpster fire of a man would probably knock himself out with alcohol or work himself to the point of total exhaustion to get to the point where he could actually sleep for longer than a few minutes.

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

I think he does like reading! He’s very smart - he’s an engineer, for goodness sake - so at the very least, as long as it applies to his interests, I can see him being a big reader. He probably has a lot of Dad Books™️ by which I mean a disturbing amount of content on both World Wars as well as a manual for every possible machine, appliance and home improvement project you could think of.

Side note, I also see him as the dude who has the newspaper open every morning and you can just hear him occasionally muttering about ~manly~ things like the Packers’s Sunday performance and chuckling at this week’s Garfield. (If you call him out on it he WILL deny it)

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Lottie:

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

Very lmao.

As I’ve said, she is NOT cruel - she wouldn’t just beat your ass for yucks - but she’s not great at dealing with conflict/negative emotions without immediately throwing hands. She will try to brute force her way to whatever she wants more often than not - and why shouldn’t she? She’s got lil Emperor Palpatine lightning powers and they’re sick as hell. Might as well use them!

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Okay so. Lottie is a sugar demon. Like, probably pours extra sugar on top of her Frosted Flakes type shit.

That being said, I frequently imagine her as the type of person who always has a sucker/lollipop on hand. Always gnawing on the stick long after it’s gone, too. Bonus points if it’s one of those extra large rainbow swirly lollipops - I like any extra girly/childish imagery that contrasts with her potty mouth. I think her favorite flavor is strawberry for no other reason than it’s my favorite and I’m driving this bus lol.

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

Oh god, no. Disaster child. Swamp girl. Emerges from the bedroom at 3pm looking completely lost. The most staticky hair you’ve ever seen. Sleep shirt that hasn’t been washed once since purchase.

I think the first thing she does upon actually getting up is stagger helplessly into the kitchen and clumsily feel around for her hot bean juice (as a teen/adult). When she’s younger, it’s probably similar - except she’s looking for the damn hot choccy that Papa keeps putting just out of reach.

#asks #🦋#thank you so much for asking again I love talking about these two :)#vivern-of-nosgoth

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ilikekidsshows · 4 years ago

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Another bad romance trope

Speaking of bad, old school romance tropes, I hate the whole “Hurt her and I’ll end you” speech from loved ones trope. A character giving such a speech implies that they think that the person they’re defending can’t be trusted to make up their own mind about relationships and partners and needs someone else to take care of their relationship. It also makes it clear that this person will not be a friend of the couple, but only one half of the couple, ready to go to war with the other half of it at a moment’s notice.

Seriously, the amount of times I’ve seen a legion of people take turns threatening Adrien to treat Marinette right in fanfics is staggering, and always just creates this impression that, if anything ever did go wrong in the relationship, regardless of who was at fault or if it’s a mere circumstantial thing, all of their shared friends would be blaming Adrien for it. This is especially uncomfortable in fanfics where Adrien’s lack of a proper support network gets emphasized, so it makes it seem that, unless Adrien bows to Marinette’s every whim, he will lose every single friend he has when they turn on him over “not treating Marinette right”.

Never mind the other interpretation, where “not treating their partner right” means actually mistreating them, since then the people threatening Adrien are literally saying they think he’d abuse or mistreat Marinette since he needs to be told not to do it. And that just makes it seem like they were never Adrien’s friends to begin with if they’re ready to think that badly of him.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #dats chats #the previous one was so well received have another #ml fandom salt

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someonewhowannadielol · 5 years ago

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My name is 01001010 01001011 (Alien!Jungkook! x Human!Reader)

Summary: “So you’re a human?” The alien that looked and acted like a human asked. The only difference between him and you was that he had two upside down triangles starting from his jaw going down under his shirt. Also, he was huge. “I’m talking 8 foot tall” huge.

Warning: Daddy kink, Dirty talk, size kink, cunt slapping, Jungkook being rlly big, fingering, nipple sucking (?), Dom/sub themes, and Jungkook being a curious alien.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 6.3k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

COVID-19 vs Human kind. Human kind was pretty much fucked. In front of your eyes, the world population went from a staggering 8 billion people to an exponentially low 1 million. Within two years. It was in October 2020, when scientist realized that instead of working on a vaccine, they needed to discover a place where those free from this deadly disease could live. Safely and peacefully.

Then, the people of Jubal, stepped in, and it was pure chaos. You still remember the day, 14thof December 2020. Everywhere; social media platforms, billboards, NASA’s speech, everything revolved around the message they sent us. They wanted to help us. Surprisingly, we knew nothing about them, but they knew everything about us. From our appearance to our food, cultures, languages, and what not. It low key creeped you out, not going to lie.

Nonetheless, we began building the transport link through their help and finally, one year later (pretty much the brink of our extinction), we were on our way to a new life.

Honestly, you had imagined them to look like- or well, to not look like how they looked. You’d expected Pokémons, or weird looking octopus, or even insects. But they looked just like you, expect they were way bigger in size.

After half a month or so, you had started to get used to the atmosphere. Almost similar to Earth, there were two sides to this planet, a much hotter plane, where the temperature never went below 104 Fahrenheit. You remember going there when you first arrived here, and oh god, you hated it. The temperature was too high for you; they didn’t know what ice cream was (how can they not know! You thought they knew everything, yet they’re unaware about one of the most popular desserts on Earth), you absolutely hated sweating and no amount of air conditioning could stop it, and the beach just looked out of place. The sand wasn’t the usual pale brown shade, instead it was just the color of the ocean itself – it adapted to the shade of the flowing water into a green-blue hue. Weird. Also, there was one sun in the morning, and three in the evening, gradually coming as the hours passed by.

You had also noticed that all of them ate food at the same temperature. Nothing was cold like ice, or hot like a fresh pizza. The concept was new to them, and when you asked for the water to be cold at the first restaurant you went to – the waiter just looked lost. The poor soul, he was told to make the humans feel at home, so when he realized he couldn’t do what you asked to, you just felt really bad. Still, it was funny that a seven-foot tall man was scared of you being uncomfortable. It was cute, honestly.

Also, almost similar to Earth, the two places had different types of Jubals living there. The sunny side had more tan skinned people, with bright, blond hair and bright eyes. Whereas, the cold plane Jubals had fairer skin, darker hair and doe eyes. The one similarity being – they were huge as fuck. The average height was around seven foot for men, and around six foot for females. So, standing at a 5 foot 2 inches (almost three inches I swear!), you felt tiny (and intimidated sometimes, but you weren’t going to admit that.

After finalizing that you definitely didn’t want to live in the hotter part of the planet, you moved to Corellia, it was cold there but not in the way you expected it to be. In the morning, it was perfectly fine, the cold breeze was nothing short of comfortable, but as the evening came, it started to get cold to the point where you couldn’t bear to go outside after 6 PM. Sometimes, you think you might have underestimated the cold here at night, because the two beautiful moons brought such intense cold that you wouldn’t dare go out at night. They gifted you a cozy one bed apartment with a really good heating system, which you appreciated. Also, you had never been so glad that you brought the microwave from Earth, without it, you didn’t know what you would do.

Ever since you moved, you had pretty much been lonely, because of the lack of contact with humans. Most of them preferred to live in the hotter state, wanting to get tanned - and to fuck the surfer Jubal hotties. You still remember parting with your sister and her ranting about this Jubal she met who was so “dreamy” and “good at surfing”.

As usual, you were just trying to get used to the food here, thankfully, they had a smaller section of “human,” food that mostly consisted of cup noodles, vegetables, chicken and chocolates. Getting groceries was intimidating at first (honestly, it kind of still is), because everyone and everything was so large, and everyone just kept staring at you. You still haven’t interacted with a Jubal on your own, it’s not like you were scared – you were – but also you didn’t really know how to go up to one. Until now, the only two Jubals you’ve met were the grocery store cashier and the landlord. Sigh.

You were so happy when you saw the new addition of real, organic milk in the grocery aisle! Thank god you got a break from that horrid almond milk. It was just water pretending to be milk honestly, and whenever you poured it in your cereal, it felt like drowning them in water, yuck. But, as much as you could try, you just would not reach the goddamn shelf. Why did these Jubals have to be so tall! Why couldn’t they just make this aisle according to human size!

You heard someone shuffle behind, but paid no heed until you heard laughter burst and immediately looked back to see one of them laughing so hard, his body shook.

“You- you’re so tiny!” He barely managed to get that sentence out of him, since he couldn’t stop his outburst.

Of course, you were offended.

“I’m actually not! You all are way too big!” You didn’t really know how to respond, because this was just so sudden.

“Hm, I don’t think so, you’re smaller than average earthlings. But it’s okay, because it’s adorable,” so, you were really surprised when you felt him behind you, reach up to the milk shelf and grab a container of it. Of course, being the dumb idiot you were, you suddenly turned around and had to face him again. You hadn’t noticed his physical features before, but now that you did. Holy shit.

He was tall (I know, it’s obvious by now), and had such, clear, fair skin. Two upside down triangles were on each side of his jaw and went down, disappearing under his coat. He looked at you with such doe, curious eyes, almost as if he was entertained by your mere presence.

“Here you go,” he handed you the container of milk – while still being really close (not that you minded it). Despite the irritatingly bright fluorescent store lighting, his hair shined, and looked so soft.

And after that, he just followed you around the store, and you honestly didn’t really know what to do.

“You know, I’ve been trying to find a human since a month now, but I’ve heard most of them moved to the Southern part. You should’ve done that too, because Corellia is too cold for you. You’re a little slow,”

And you’re a little piece of shit.

“But now I found you. You’re really adorable, the books didn’t tell me that. Ever since humankind moved here, I’ve been really studying Earth. Did you guys really had pink leaved trees? And forests? It must be so cool for so many trees to be in one place. I also really want to meet a lion,”

“You can’t just meet a lion,” you chuckled, he was weird, but somehow, it wasn’t awkward around him. He radiated this warm energy that you hadn’t seen in the Jubal people around you, and it was comforting, made you want to stay by his side – even if it meant answering his dumb questions.

“I can, you can’t. It would eat you, because you’re bite sized for it,” he continued to comment on your petite stature, and the worst part is that you couldn’t even defend yourself, especially when he kept towering over you.

“Hey! Stop making fun of me,” you tried to push him but the basket was too heavy for you, so you ended up just… awkwardly not being able to do it. Suddenly his – huge – hand swoops in and carries the heavy grocery basket as if it was nothing.

“You should’ve told me it was too heavy for you,” he sounded almost as if he was scolding you, and coo-ing at you at the same time. His eyebrows bunched up in frustration as he mumbled something along the lines of ‘how can I protect you if you won’t tell me what you need,’ but you couldn’t really make out what he said.

You were just pulled out of your thoughts when you heard him put something in your basket. Something that the Jubals ate, not humans.

Should I ask him to leave? No, that’s way too rude. Then, should I ask him why he’s following me?

“This is delicious, you should try it,” He spoke while continuing to look around the store, and put random items in your basket. There was a variation of their fruits (this one had a gradient of yellow and orange, with huge spikes coming out from the top), cans with God-knows-what inside (the one he put in your basket had cherry colored pentagons on it, and a juice bottle that contained neon green juice. You were not looking forward to drinking that.

“I don’t even know how to make all of this. What if I can’t eat it?” You were scared of most of these food items, you got sick easily, and didn’t know how to cope if you fell sick here. Without the medicines, you’d probably die.

“I’ll cook it for you if you want to,” He looked at you and smiled, “I know humans are fragile, so don’t worry, I made sure to get the ones which would be safe for you,” he said, while petting your hair, and smiling. You instantly fell in love with it, it wasn’t like the way he laughed at you earlier, but somehow, it was far more beautiful. His eyes crunched up into half-moons, cheeks being bunched up, he almost looked like the small bunny you had as a pet when you were younger. So. Cute.

“But I don’t even know your name, why would you do this for me?” You really were curious, why was a Jubal so interested in humans? So far, most of them have just maintained a distance from you.

“Because I want to keep you,” he looked at you, and the duality of his presence made you shiver. The small bunny smile morphed into a more serious face, his already dark brown eyes, turned into a slightly darker shade, giving you the chills.

“You can’t keep me,” you didn’t know how to fight this argument, you almost wanted to laugh and act as if you thought it was a joke, but you weren’t an idiot – and nor was he.

“I know, I can’t find the Earth word for it, I want to be with you, is what I mean,” he mumbled as he tried to find something in the cereal aisle.

The grocery trip was actually not as weird as you’d expect it to be. While you both didn’t know anything about each other, not even names (not that Jubals had actual names, they just talked through their minds?)

And as soon as you reached the cashier, before you could even take out your money, he nod, and paid the bill.

“Hey! I can pay for myself, you don’t have to do this!”

Honestly, you didn’t really know what to say after he said, “I’m paying, now be a good baby and stand still,” where did he even learn to speak like that?

It was starting to get cold now, and after you exited the heated mall, it was visible that you shivered every time the cold brushed up against your figure. You should’ve worn the third sweater, sigh.

“So you’re really a human?” He said, as he carried your groceries and followed you, on your way to the apartment.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N,”

“How can you be a Y/N? You just said you were a human,” He asked, really confused. Were you pranking him? He learnt in (one of his many books about humans) that humans liked to prank each other for entertainment. He found the idea amusing, but right now he couldn’t decide whether you were pranking or joking.

He didn’t understand the difference between pranking and joking, either.

“I- What? No, I mean I am a human, but my name is Y/N,” you were definitely amused at his seriousness, yet you couldn’t help but be intimidated by his tall figure. Also, you felt bad that he was holding all the groceries, so you decided to grab one of the bags from him.

“Y/N!” He stopped dead in his tracks after your fingers brushed against his, “I just remembered you can’t bear the cold after 6pm, so you have to wear many clothes to protect yourself. You’re already so cold,” he felt your hand, and his was so warm and felt right, intertwined in your hand. His hand was so huge, that it enveloped yours easily, and you could really notice the size difference now.

He quickly transferred all the grocery bags into his left hand, and continued to give you his coat, and held your hand again, and it felt… nice. The fact that he smelled so good, helped too, you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it, but it was really comforting.

You were quite used to the stares you got on the streets from other Jubals, and always thought that they would go away, but it’s been two weeks, yet they still continue to look at you up and down, so you finally asked him. You still didn’t know his name, and didn’t know whether you should ask him or not, was it insulting?

“Why does everyone keep staring at me?”

“Because you’re so cute,”

What. It was almost like you forgot how to breathe. How could he say that all of a sudden, out of the blue? Also, you actually could not breathe, because while he had long legs that lasted for days, you had much smaller legs and it was starting to get hard to keep up.

“Hey! Could you walk-” you took in a breath, wow, your stamina was really, uh, shitty, “could you walk a little slow?”

He looked back at you, and tilted his head almost as to ask ‘why?’, but understood quickly. Then, he flashed one of his cute smiles, again, the smile that did things to your heart that you hadn’t felt before.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He also had read previously that humans can get really tired, and sometimes not even have the strength to move on. Especially females, they were more fragile, and he could physically see that too, because you were just so small. The average height was supposed to be 5’4 or even 5’6 for human females around your age, but you seemed smaller than that. But you also didn’t seem to be a child because those under the age 18 were always with their parents right? He had almost started to doubt those textbooks he bought on humans.

“No, I can walk myself,” You tried to defend yourself, and started to mentally curse as to why you asked him to slow down.

You finally reached your apartment door. Honestly, you had thought that he would stop following you after you reached the apartment building… but he just continued to bring the groceries in.

Should you invite him in? Did you even clean your living space? You probably had your underwear lying all over the place, since now you lived alone and had no fear of someone else coming in your private space.

“Can I come in?”

Well, you didn’t want to say no to him, he’s been really nice so far, and you had to admit, picking up groceries was really hard to do, and you weren’t exactly physically active enough to carry all those bags that he easily carried in one hand.

He then walked himself to the door after putting the groceries in the kitchen. What really surprised you was how he looked back at you, not how he looked before. Before, he looked with warmth, and now. Now, he almost towered at you, reminding how much power he really has over you. He looked at your lips, and then back at your eyes and tilted his head.

“W-well, it was really nice to meet you,” you said trying to break the tension and to distract yourself from the obviously gorgeous man.

“I hope to see your cute face again soon,” he smiled one of his bunny smiles again, and kissed you on the cheek before disappearing under the stairs.

You curled yourself up in your blanket, and tried to sleep, but that Jubal kept intruding your thoughts.

Would you get to see him again?

The next time you saw the cute Jubal from the grocery store was next week Saturday. On Earth, entertainment was in the form of movies, arcades and concerts. Similarly, here too, people had a theatre – instead of a movie on a projector, it was shown in 3D form, almost like a live performance, expect there were holographic figures.

You looked around, and by now you had taken into account that Jubal people weren’t afraid to show off their skin – even though it was crazy cold here, their bigger bodies could compensate by giving them more body heat. Unfortunately, your smaller stature couldn’t provide you with the same amount of heat and you always had to bundle up in three or even four layers to keep yourself from freezing or catching a cold.

You were watching a really heated up scene, and it was getting kind of… uncomfortable. While others were simply watching casually, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, you kept shuffling in your seat – so it was a pleasant surprise when you felt someone cover your eyes from behind you.

“Wha-” instinctively, you looked behind, and it was the same boy (or man?), from the grocery store.

“Hey,” again, you waved at him, almost as a form of habit, and he looked at you as if you did something quite weird. Without any questions, he tried to imitate you, but he was really stiff so you couldn’t help but let you a laugh.

“I know I didn’t introduce myself much better last time, but we don’t really have names. Still, I decided to get one for myself, because once I get a human, she should be able to call me something,”

Did he… did he mean that you were his human?

“Well, what did you settle for?”

“My name is 01001010 01001011. I thought it was really similar to the ones that humans have. Do you like it?” He asked with a proud grin, as his face lit up.

You tried to keep your laughter in, you really did but you when it did come out, you felt like wanting to die. His face crumpled up almost as if he was ashamed of his name as he increased the distance between the two of you.

Nice one, Y/N, you made the only person who cared enough for you sad.

“Hey, look, it’s a nice name, it’s just not very human-like,” you explained to him.

“It’s the binary code for a human name,”

Because of the constant conversation you both were immersed in, the Jubals beside you were starting to get annoyed – and while they didn’t say anything, probably because they didn’t want you to feel bad (you still did, for trying to ruin their experience for this live-movie thing), you decided to head out with him.

As you both walked in one of the main parks situated in the middle of Corellia state, he settled on a spot in the corner of the massive area.

“Would you like to give me a name?” he looked at your face with such intensity, that you couldn’t help but feel insecure and want to cover your face.

“Well, what did those binary numbers represent?” you really did want to help his get a name, after all, he was your first friend here.

“I want to be called JK, but my friends told me it was a ridiculous human name, because no one was named JK before. So I settled for its binary number. They approved of that,” his eyes shone of much when he talked about it, his long lashes were uprightly curved and you couldn’t help but swoon.

You fiddled with your sweater as you gave him suggestions, but none seemed to suit him.

“Jake? No,” you were starting to get frustrated at this, “Hm, maybe Jacob?” you shook your head again, unsatisfied.

He just simply continued to laugh at you being so serious, occasionally playing with hair and pressing a finger to your soft cheeks. When he commented on you being soft, you couldn’t help but blush (and when he compared you to one their red fruits, you couldn’t help but blush harder (you denied it, obviously)).

“Jungkook!” you remember reading that word in one of the books you had in high school literature.

“Jungkook? Do you like it, baby?” He played with your cheeks with happiness, he was happy that you were no longer frustrated or angry. Finally satisfied and happy. Of course, you blushed at the word of endearment, but didn’t tell him to not say it.

Oh. Well, after that, he just continued to ask you about humans, and more specifically about you. You were amused by most of his questions,

“What is sarcasm?”

“Why do you like pizza so much, when it’s detrimental for your health? You shouldn’t eat it, I’ll make good food for you,”

“How do you make stereotypes?”

“Why do people get cosmetic surgery?”

And each one of them seemed normal for a Jubal to ask until,

“Why do humans like cuddling?”

At this point, you were quite tired, but still thought it would rude to ask him out, because he seemed really curious, every question coming right after you answer the last one.

“I guess, we just like to be touchy and close,” you said and you tried to suppress a yawn, but it just slipped.

“What was that? Was that a sigh? Or a yawn? Are you tired? That was so cute, do it again,”

“Just a little tired,” you said as you rested you head on his shoulder without realizing to do so. It was also getting really cold; the second moon had started to show up.

You both got up, and the walk back home was really pleasant. He kept cracking jokes and dancing on the pavement. You tried to imitate his dance, but your flow wasn’t as steady as his. How could someone dance so good like this, yet not be able to wave correctly? Your fingers intertwined again, and you leaned more into his body this time. You could barely reach his mid chest, that’s how tall he was. But somehow, you didn’t mind it because you both fit so perfectly – as if two parts of one puzzle.

As you reached the door of your apartment door again, you felt Deja-vu. He looked at your face, studying it carefully and looking back at your eyes, however instead of just looking at your lips this time, he leaned closer and looked back at you – almost as if asking for permission to kiss you. You nodded, and wow.

As his lips drew closer to yours, you could feel him cupping your face with both hands, one of them gradually descending to the back of your head as it found its place in your hair. They were incredibly soft, and almost overpowered you, because you didn’t expect this. As he slid his tongue and slowed himself, you found yourself wanting more, leaning towards him.

Before realizing that you needed to breathe, you started to choke, as he pulled himself back, and chuckled before saying, “Baby girl, take it slow, I’m all yours.”

“Want more,” is all you can say before leaning towards him, wanting to kiss him again. But unlucky for you, he just moved back before laughing again, and this time you pouted and slightly punched his chest.

“Now, you’re just being a brat, baby, you’ll get what I’ll give you, understand?” You could feel his breath fanning your face, and his eyes were no longer twinkling like they did, but instead were full of lust and an animalistic hunger.

‘’Jungkook, please,” you had never really been serious with boys in your high school, and so, this was the first time you had actually felt something down there. It was almost like someone – or Jungkook – lit a fire in your core, and you couldn’t help but just want more.

Fumbling hands opened the door to the apartment and you both tumbled in, messily but both of you didn’t care as you headed to your bedroom. On the way, he messily kissed your neck that made your knees buckle in a way that even walking was difficult.

He tossed you gently on your bed, that was way too big for the apartment, and ran his fingers through your hair, to you neck, and to your chest. He attacked your neck again, and started to form a pattern with his tongue as he pressed harder on some areas and trailed lighter on others.

You couldn’t help but let a whine escape your mouth when he left your neck unattended to take off your sweaters and cardigans till you were only in your undergarments and a see-through white dress.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he attacked your lips again, this time being harsher with his movements, as his tongue slipped in your mouth, doing wonders to his body.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you felt so much, so sudden, and even in this cold, the heat was too much for you – the heat inside you wanted to escape, but you didn’t know how to ask him.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you want,” his amused voice made it obvious as to what you wanted, but still he continued to tease you, torment you, put you on the edge, “Tell daddy what you want,”

You took in a gasp as he unbuckled your bra strap from behind, free-ing your breasts, and the very next second, tore your fragile dress.

“Hm, tell me baby girl,” he asked you once again, as he took in one of you nipples in his mouth, his tongue encircling your bud, as one of his hands pinched the other one.

“Jungkook I-” you gasped as you felt a slap on your clit, it wasn’t that harsh because he was being careful, and you were still in your panties – but it just turned you on more.

“Baby, you have to call me Daddy, do you understand?” he said as his free wrist kept putting pressure on the top of you panties, making you want to rip them off, so you could finally feel him where you wanted to.

“Yes,” you said, and whined after he took off his mouth from your nipple to look at you, and after a second you understood what you had to say, “Yes Daddy, I understand,”

“Such a good girl for me, so pretty,” he said as he kissed your cheek, and you just couldn’t stop blushing. He was so harsh, yet so gentle at the same time – and it made your head spin.

“Now, be a good baby, and tell Daddy what you want him to do to you,” he said as he neared your ear, “does baby want daddy to wreck her pussy?”

You couldn’t help but shiver before speaking, “I want Daddy to make me feel good,”

His fingers slowly trailed your body, making you moan and buckle your body up towards him. You looked at him, his ears tinged red, and his eyes were darker than before, he almost looked like a fallen angel. He chuckled, looking at you seem so helpless, so fragile.

You were so soft, so ethereal, like an angel from the sky and he was there to taint you, to make you his.

He teased you by playing with the band of your underwear, he put two fingers in your mouth and you instantly slicked them with your saliva, making obscene noises that blended in with your moans. Then he trailed those two fingers right above your covered clit, and you couldn’t help but buckle up again, wanting those two fingers inside of you.

“Be patient, princess,” and it felt like an eternity as he circled his tongue in your belly button and it so, so, so slowly trailed down and down, and he finally took off your panties with his teeth.

“So wet, baby, you’re making a mess,” he commented as he rubbed you with one finger, and using the other one to encircle your hole. He pushed it a little inside, easily as your slick helped him, before looking back at you to see if you were comfortable, and when he got the green light, he continued to push it entirely in, “Such a good baby for me, think you can handle Daddy’s cock?”

You nodded in exasperation, his finger was long and hit all the right spots, but you needed more. He added another finger, while rubbing your clit with more pressure and making circle patterns with his tongue below your belly button. You were so near, so so near, you just needed that one push off the edge.

“Well, you’re going to have to work for Daddy’s cock, baby, think you can take this monster?” He took out his finger with a pop, as soon as he felt you clench down on his finger.

“Daddy, f-fuck me, please,” you moaned, missing his touch. He looked just as a mess as you were, panting and taking off his shirt. You continued to admire his body, he didn’t look buff like gym rats, but instead he had a lean, slightly muscular body.

He continued to tease you by biting his lip and taking off his boxers extremely slowly. You whimpered when his cock was free against his stomach, and it was bigger than any you’ve been before while watching porn. It was even bigger than the dildo your friend bought as a joke for your birthday present, and you had started to doubt if he would fit inside of you.

“Suck Daddy if you want to cum, princess,” he groaned as he pumped himself a couple of times before you put your mouth on his head.

Not having any experience before, you didn’t really know how to start, but you gave little kitten licks at his head, and then took it in your heated mouth. He didn’t taste how you had imagined, instead it was more like a salted caramel toffee you had, it was delicious and you wanted more. You continued to take more, and more of him and suddenly gagged because you couldn’t take anymore – only to realize you had only taken half his dick in your mouth.

“Can’t handle more? I guess you’re too small for Daddy’s big cock, huh?”

The thought of his not fucking you was almost terrifying at this point and you continued to let your throat loose and tale more of him, until you felt his cock twitch, which made you moan. Tears spilled out as he fucked your throat, fast and hard.

“Such a good, pretty baby for daddy, taking my cock so good, princess,” he groaned before pushing in it a couple of times and taking it out.

“Such a naughty baby, making Daddy almost cum,” he kissed you again, tasting his own cum, before dipping down again, “you need to be punished, huh?”

“Daddy, please t-touch me,” you whined, grabbing his hand and putting it in between your thighs, and surprisingly he slapped your inner thigh.

“Being such a bratty baby now, I guess I do need to punish you, you don’t deserve Daddy’s fingers,” he said trailing again lightly all over body, but stopping as soon as he neared where you needed him the most, “touch yourself,”

You were dumbfounded, but when you saw his serious look, you shyly dipped your finger into your heat, and circled them around, but even after two fingers, it just wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you needed more.

“Daddy, please, I c-can’t, I need you,” you cried out while rubbing yourself between your legs, filled with your slick.

“Such a needy princess, always demanded Daddy,” he tsked before adding two fingers inside you, and as you gasped, “but Daddy adores you, so he’ll help his pretty little baby,”

You moaned, not holding back, as he pumped those fingers, and let his tongue work magic on your clit. He continuously pumped his fingers back and forth, while torturing your bud and the heat inside of you kept growing and before you realized it, “Jungkook, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum on my fingers, baby, go on,” his movements became more faster and you trembled under gaze, and unconsciously arched your back before letting yourself loose. It felt like heaven.

Even after this, you had been surprised to see that he didn’t stop and the stimulation was too much for you, as you tried to get away from him, but he held you in place, his wrist holding your pelvic in place.

Despite your whimpering and moans, he took his mouth to your perked up nipple again, and scissored his fingers, to prepare you for his cock. Then, he looked at you, cupped you face and kissed you again, this time more soft, as if you were a china doll, going to break at any given moment.

After letting his dick sit on your bud, he slowly let the head of his cock find your entrance and pushed it slightly. You let out a cry, he was too big for you, but he shushed you and pressed against your lips again before letting it enter little by little. You quickly grab his upper arm and clench it, the pain and pleasure were starting to combine again and you nodded, letting him know that it was okay to continue.

The raw emotion in his eyes was enough to let you go on, and when you were finally full, you looked down only to find you could only take half of him, he was just too big for you.

“Baby, fuck, you’re too tiny, can’t even take all of me,” he groaned before moving slowly, and then finally setting a pace that was safe, but unsatisfactory for you.

“J-Jungkook, f-fas-ter please,” you whined as he started becoming harsher, and his finger started abusing your bud again, and you couldn’t help but realize you were close again. This time, it felt more intense, more powerful.

He was so big, that you could feel him everywhere, it almost felt like he was ripping you apart, but the pleasure was almost overwhelming and the way his cock filled you up made you insatiable – you just wanted more, and more. You could feel your walls being pushed everything he buckled inside you, but he just did it so right.

“Baby, you’re so cute, gonna cum for Daddy?” he kissed your nipple and trailed up to your lips before diving a tongue into your moaning mouth. You nodded, and felt your second release come near.

“J-Jungkook, you feel so good,” you moaned as your walls clenched around his cock, and finally you gushed out, and trembled as you rode your orgasm. Simultaneously, he too, slammed his hips a couple times before cumming deep into you. As he took himself out, cum poured out of you, and he chuckled before taking it and spreading it over your face. Globs of cum covered your red cheeks and entered your mouth.

“You look so pretty with my cum on you face, keep it there until tomorrow morning,” he kissed your nose and coo-ed when you squirmed in embarrassment.

You could feel tugging and pulling when you felt someone wake you up and instinctively, you said, “Just five more minutes.”

“But you said that the last time,” Jungkook looked at you, his breathe fanning your face.

Too close, too close, too close. You looked at other way and tried to close your eyes.

“You’re so cute, like a small puppy,” he coo-ed at you, making your stomach feel things you’ve never felt before.

“I- I’m not like a puppy!” You tried to fight back in your sleep, but couldn’t help the blush forming on your cheeks and ears.

You could feel the dried up cum on your face, and wanted to wash it off, but feeling too sore to move.

“Can’t move, princess? Was Daddy’s cock too much for you, last night?” he coo-ed at you, mumbling about how cute you were, and how he wanted to baby you and make you his.

“I’m too sore, Kookie,” you whined into the pillow and were taken by surprise when he lifted you and carried you to the tub.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of my little human baby girl,” he said as he laid you in the lukewarm water and washed your body softly.

CLICK HERE FOR PART TWO

You were starting to feel more at home, even more than when you were at Earth.

A/N: That’s a wrap! Hope you like it. Go to master link for more!

#bts smut #Jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts reactions #bts reader insert #bts preferences #bts #jungkook bts #jungkook scenarios #Jungkook #jungkook reader insert #jungkook reaction #jungkook x reader #Jungkook daddy #jungkook fluff

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better-wcrps · 3 years ago

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WCRP Staff Despise Their Players

This may be a controversial one. As always, take this with a grain of salt-- I'm pointing out common themes I've noticed and it may be difficult to hear. As someone who has witnessed the interactions and discussions of mod teams and staff of various roleplays– from forums, to Skype, to Discord, and more– I notice often times the staff of a WCRP looks on their community with bitter distaste and worn exhaustion.

Of course, before we get too far there are most certainly lovely and earnest staff teams who still love what they do, their community, and even can find appreciation for the fandom as a whole. I have met some incredible, passionate people. They run roleplays that are genuine love letters to themes and stories they want to tell, solving problems with communication and ease. They plan ahead, design the community they want, and evolve the space they create as needed.

However, it’s been some time since I’ve seen a staff team I’ve interacted with refer to their community in a kind way. To staff, players become ‘freaks’ and ‘weirdos’ who act ‘crazy.’ Perhaps there are cases where this is warranted, after all, dangerous people roam in all communities– this is a fact of the Internet as opposed to an issue with WCRP.

Often times, though, after any minor issue words like that get thrown around. It is the exact kind of detached disgust that makes those same people try to dismiss real issues because it's 'just a warrior cats roleplay.' When a player makes a mistake, staff will proceed to talk about them behind their back beyond a normal manner. Staff chats become spaces for gossip where members are identified as problems and irrelevant experiences with other members or other roleplays are brought up. The WCRP staff I have seen are too often gluttons for gossip.

They are tired of modding, wish they had never started the roleplays they have, and resent the players who expect them to be kind and considerate. I have seen players make earnest pleas for patience on behalf of the mods, some basic consideration– only to be snubbed and then talked about for quite literal years in private mod chats. I have seen in extremely recent times requests for accessibility or accommodations be laughed about and ignored instead of addressed, behind the scenes these mods laugh about why these players can’t be ‘normal’ which is both extremely upsetting and personally hurtful to people who need accommodations. I’ve seen staff who actively choose to ignore or not interact with certain players. I’ve seen staff who make no effort to help players who feel ignored and scorned by the community these very staff have built. You probably have run into these issues with staff teams yourself, I most certainly have. I don't believe these staff teams are inherently bad people, usually they're so burnt out or bitter that they have built incredible and damaging distance between the very real people in their communities.

Many, many times this is because these staff teams did not implement basic rules or abide by extremely basic professionalism when managing or beginning their roleplays. They hate the monster they built by letting players get away with absolutely anything. Rules should serve as the guideline for the roleplay you want, setting clear boundaries before it even becomes a question. The sheer amount of roleplays with staff that admit outright they had no idea what rules to implement or had to include basic rules far later than they should have is staggering. A good roleplay should change and grow as needed, yes. You should not, however, be laying basic boundaries with a community months or even years into the creation of it.

In regards to professionalism, things are rarely handled with grace or kindness. There’s many times an underlying or quite apparent tone– staff will lose their temper with you. Discussions lack mediators. Moderation is lacking. A staff team should be keeping track of everything you can. Find a bot that maintains logs of edits and changes, record everything, keep organized. To keep records of everything is basic– it protects both you and your players.

And I say this with such deep emphasis, you should never do anything you hate. If you as a roleplay runner or mod team member feel tethered to your community, stressed out beyond belief, and you gain zero joy from it, please step down or make foundational changes. Close the roleplay, pass it on to someone who has passion for it. Or reexamine how you approach things and find the joy again, whatever it takes. It’s not fair to your players for you to view them with cynicism, as someone you owe your time and energy to rather than friends or players to provide a fun space for. It’s not fair to you to torture yourself and pour all this time and energy into something you truly despise.

I see often as well that these staff members are here only to roleplay with their friends, or fellow mods. You will see the same groups of people across a variety of roleplays, the same mindset, the same approach to modding. This is extremely deeply rooted and regardless of platform. If you have had an issue in one roleplay, you risk having the same issue in another given how close knit the community is– how common these mistakes are. In fact, you probably have had the same issue in another roleplay.

To any staff reading this, take a look at your roleplay. How you feel about it. If there is something good still there, if you still love your roleplay and the potential– I urge you to please take a look at how you talk about your players. How much you talk about them, what words you use to describe them. Are you brushing off basic requests? Are you finding yourself bitter or picking out only specific members to roleplay with? Does checking notifications for it fill you with utter dread? That’s not normal. Something needs to change.

Before you even think about beginning a roleplay, it is essential you do your research into others that work, draw on your past experiences, and prepare prepare prepare. Part of the purpose of this blog is to give you some idea of what things need to be in place before you do so, and I hope it can be of some help. I understand this may be difficult to hear, but I know I'm not the only one whose noticed these things and again I hope by bringing it up openly we can improve as a whole.

#wcrp oc #wcrp #staff advice #warrior cats #warrior cats rp #warriors roleplay #warriors oc #long post #negative

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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❝ kuroo tetsurō - rate-a-child ❞

in which kuroo takes a more refined but catty approach towards having his say on your daughters ex boyfriend leaving her in tears

an - sorry this took so long to get out, this went hand in hand with the hcs i did that’s why it’s a little late seeing as i changed the concepts for oo of yesterday’s work !!

tetsu week masterlist

“i’ll kill him.”

“you’ll do nothing of a sort.”

“i meant with kindness.”

“kindness my ass, the look on your face says it all!”

you were currently in a hissing match between yourself and your husband as you stood outside the bedroom door of your 16 year olds daughter who was currently curled up under her sheets which were damp with tears.

the catalyst to the situation was when your daughter first slipped in through the front door and failed to greet yourself and her father as usual. you hadn’t missed this as you poked your head out of the living room only to see a pair of legs stagger up the stairs without much care placed in each step.

“tetsurō, is she okay?” you whispered nodding towards the door your daughter had just entered through from school.

“i couldn’t tell you, she didn’t look in my direction.” kuroo raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his laptop screen briefly towards the hall.

“i think i’ll go and see.” you muttered as you dropped your phone onto the couch and headed towards the staircase.

“i’ll come.” kuroo got up ready to stand only to halt when you shot him a piercing look.

“this is mother-daughter time i think.”

“aw don’t be like that! why can’t i be included and see what’s wrong with my little girl?”

you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“because i don’t think she likes how you baby her so much. she’s independent tetsu, we have to accept it. just let me talk to her first and you can come up in a few minutes okay?”

“guess you’re gonna have to take her amounts of babying in her place then.” he pouted to which you let out an airy before heading upstairs to your daughters room.

you knocked and waited for the signal to come in but it never came. you tried again and still no reply. pressing your ear to the door you heard soft sobs coming from inside as your heart rate sped up.

“i’m coming in” you quietly warned before gently opening the door, your daughters saddened form right before your eyes.

“oh!” you rushed over to her side and pulled her weak state into your arms as you sat on the side of her bed.

“baby what’s wrong?” you cooed stroking the hair stuck to her face as a result of wet tears dripping down her face.

“-he -he dumped me.” she hiccuped as more tears dropped down her face.

you frowned silently to yourself as you racked your brain for an appropriate response.

kuroo had been your first and only boyfriend so you had never been broken up with before so you couldn’t understand the pain she must’ve been feeling. for now, rocking her back and fourth and calming the crying seemed like the best option until you could think of how to approach it without looking too aimless.

as if the heavens had opened their gates specifically for you to grant any wish you so much desired, your husband entered your field of vision in the doorway as his eyes softened at the two of you.

“so much for mother-daughter time.” you tutted and kuroo softly smiled before approaching the two of you.

“i know you’re relieved i’m here, it’s written all over that pretty face of yours.” he replied he took a seat on the other side of your daughter.

“can you not flirt while in front of me whike i’m going through my first teenage heartbreak!” you daughter snapped as kuroos eyes widened.

“heartbreak?” you sent a pleading look his way as if to beg for him to say something to attempt damage control.

“o-oh i mean, heartbreak yes. well, i’m just waiting on you to confirm it was that ugly boyfriend of yours who did it so i can take matters into my own hands.”

you glared at your husband who now had a small fire ignited in his eyes.

“it was. -but please don’t say anything! i don’t want this to be a thing!” you daughter tugged at your husbands arm pleading him to keep this to himself.

“no can do. princess, you’re crying. i never want to see you cry especially over some boy who’s league you were well above anyway!” he scoffed as he got up to leave.

“don’t worry pretty one, dads gonna get him back for ya!”

“tetsu don’t-”

and with that he shut the door behind him, leaving you to scramble to your feet offering an apologetic look to your daughter to which she dryly laughed and waved off her fathers antics. you hastily dashed out the room to grab kuroos hand before he could get any further down the hall which was where you were presently questioning your husbands motives.

“y/n, let me go please.” he whined as you held his arm tighter.

“and if i do then what?” you pressed, raising an eyebrow at him.

“then i’ll get revenge for our little girl.”

“then i’m not letting you go.” you quipped back frowning at him.

“makes no difference to me.” he sighed using his other arm to scoop you up easily off of your feet and out of shock you let him go.

“tetsurō! let me go! i want no part in this!” you hissed as your husband carried you down the stairs and into his home office.

“why are we in here?” you quietened down once he placed you on the plush black couch in his work space.

“you didn’t seriously think i was going to actually show up at his house or something did you?” he grinned as he sat upon his desk chair to fire up his desktop.

“yes.” you honestly muttered, raising an eyebrow towards him.

he cackled and shook his head before motioning for you to come over to which you found yourself obliging to.

“look, i’m not gonna be too embarrassing speaking for her but i think you’re gonna want a say in this eventually.” he explained as your confused face only stuck as you watched him open his emails.

he typed in the email address of your daughters ex boyfriends parents. you knew you had their contact details as they had requested your husband help them get their son into the sport industry to which kuroo very reluctantly agreed to, only because you insisted.

kuroo was never a fan of the boy. he knew from the first time he met him that he would cause trouble and as much as he’d like to have his ‘told you so’ moment, he knew that it could wait. he’d prove his point another way instead.

‘dear mr and mrs whatever your last names were, i’ve forgotten it already,’

you flicked him on the arm for that but something told you to let him continue as you silently fed off of the pettiness yourself.

‘it’s come to my attention my suspicions about your ‘boy’ were right. he is in fact a trouble maker and i should’ve prevented him from getting involved with us from the very start when i first had a hunch.’

kuroo typed with such precision and passion. you had never seen him so into an email before and you weren’t sure whether you should’ve been concerned or not.

‘i first had an idea of what sort of person your son was when my daughter for some reason brought him over for dinner. his manners? comparable to a farm animal. who eats with their mouth open?’

humming as he typed, kuroo mentally listed all the time he didn’t like the boy which wasn’t exactly hard since you knew he had disliked him from the very start and while right now your daughter might’ve been upset and distraught, he was silently happy that he was finally out of the picture.

‘another thing i find closely similar to a farm animal in him is his hair. i don’t particularly understand why you allow him to leave the house looking such a state, but you’re certainly not doing him any favours by doing so.’

you snorted reading this one as kuroo glanced up at you.

“i think that’s a bit rich coming from you.” you hummed as your husband snickered.

“my hair and his hair are two very different situations. mine is unintentional and you love it. his... well, his is just straight up ugly and he intentionally styles it that way.” kuroo replied before turning back down to face the screen.

‘i remember the first time i enquired your son about his very ‘unique’ hairstyle and he scoffed in my face and told me it’s what was currently ‘trendy’. forgive me if i’m wrong, but a trend is a pattern multiple people follow and make normalised no? i haven’t seen another soul wander around with the same bizarre mop on their head as your son, perhaps a dictionary is in order to be purchased for your son so he can educate himself on what a ‘trend’ really is, because no sane being would follow along with his atrocious aesthetic.’

your eyes danced over the screen as kuroo typed it up so flawlessly, it was as if he had revised everything he’d been wanting to say for months which in all honesty, wouldn’t shock you considering how vocal he was speaking against your daughters then boyfriend.

‘so not only is your son lacking in the aesthetics department but also the personality. i’m not quite sure why he thinks his rude tone is normal, but it’s not. why does he act like owns the place whenever he visits my house. i hate to make assumptions, but your boy isn’t bringing any income to the table is he? so tell me why he acts like he does whenever he comes over.’

the irritation deepened on kuroos face as he recalled all the times the boy would come over and treat the house like his own. his shoes muddy and left in the middle of the hallway, his feet always propped up on the coffee table centred in the living room by the couches, no greeting or acknowledgment when he’d come in, he’d simply come in and head straight upstairs to your daughters room. kuroo was agitated each and every time but held his growing aggravation together at the insistence from you that your daughter would come to her senses soon enough and dump him. the outcome is technically what yourself and kuroo had wanted, although, the two of you were confused as to why your daughter was crying over someone so inferior. nevertheless, you were both internally relieved it was all over now.

‘while i know your son is still growing up and such, i do think 16 years old is a little concerning for him to not know manners. this is exactly why i was reluctant to help him into getting into the professional sports industry. both yourselves and your son were demanding of my assistance however, let it be known msby weren’t fans of your son and his awful mannerisms in the slightest so i wouldn’t prepare myself to cheer him on at their stadium anytime soon so hold your breaths.’

kuroo recalled the few times he brought the wretched boy to work with him only to suffer at the hands of secondhand embarrassment. he was rude and obnoxious towards the staff and had provoked several of the players leaving kuroo to apologise in his place and guide him as far away from the pros as possible.

‘i’m glad myself and my family are finally able to wash our hands with him. i didn’t like him and my wife wasn’t too keen either. teach him to do better than this. while i’m bothered by my own daughters current state of upset, i know her tears will dry quickly once she realises what a waste of time this all was. i don’t want a reply, i want an improvement from your son. don’t let him treat his next girlfriend (if he’s lucky enough to get one) the way he treated my daughter and i think basic manner instructions and examples are required for him to start an improvement.’

your arms draped over kuroos shoulders as he gunned finishing his email.

‘my daughter will move on quickly from this, i have no doubt in that, but teach your son what it means to be a responsible man and reshape the strange looking piece of clay of a child you’ve moulded him into. there’s still hope (if you’re optimistic). overall, i’m rating your child 2/5 stars. he was reliable but that’s the only good thing he had going for him. take my constructive criticism and work on improvements for the future! yours sincerely, kuroo tetsurō’

with a slighter harder press on the final letter of the email, kuroo clicked a few options on the email and wasted no time in hitting the ‘send’ button before exhaling.

“that was... something.” you muttered as kuroo turned to face you on the office chair.

he laughed softly before pulling you onto his lap and leaning in. his hot breath ticking the back of your neck as he spoke.

“i think this is going to shake them more than a visit to their house won’t it? i’m sure an email is the last thing they’re expecting.”

you leaned back into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed soft kisses to the back of your neck.

“i hope one day, she finds someone who’ll love her the way you love me.” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut.

“i know she will, she has your good looks and my sharp wit, i don’t have a single doubt she’ll find someone as good as her over time.” kuroo murmered his kisses ceasing for a moment.

the two of you sat there in contentment for just a moment before you pulled yourself from his grip and stood before him offering your hand.

“boys can wait, the only boy she needs in her life right now is sat right before me and i think she needs him to come and comfort her with me for now.” you softly smiled as kuroo smirked.

“so, i finally get an invitation to mother and daughter time?” he leaned further back in his chair, sharp features only more defining.

“looks like it.” you confirmed as kuroo reached for your hand.

“then, i gladly accept.” his calloused hand took in your own as you tugged him off the dark leather office chair.

you and kuroo had no doubt your daughter would pick herself up on her own over time. that didn’t mean you wouldn’t slyly defend her behind the scenes though because while kuroo loved the idea of his daughter staying his little girl forever, he knew better than to tug at her independence.

nevertheless, your little girl or not, yourself and kuroo would go to all ends to make her happy and if that meant to send a petty email, the so be it. yourself and kuroo would gladly sit at your screens for hours and type up as many needed if it meant to make your daughter happy.

there wasn’t really anything kuroo wouldn’t do for his family and you loved that about him. always taking the higher ground and solving issues in sometimes questionable but logical ways was kuroos method at tackling things. youd question his motives but he’d always come through in the other end. perhaps you’d have to trust your husband from the start of these situations a little more in the future.

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morganaspendragonss · 3 years ago

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Hello! Fic request please. Okay, so TK and Carlos never got together. During the Boba date, TK let Carlos know that they should be friends and Carlos understood. So they became good friends but TK just self sabotages a lot so he loved Carlos then but didn't want to let Carlos in so he thought it better to just let him go and settle for a friendship. So one day, they decide to check out this new place for lunch. TK excuses himself for the bathroom and he hears this huge explosion and feels the impact. When he gets out, it's a fiery mess. All that is on his mind: I have to find Carlos. Even when the 126 respond to the explosion, TK refuses to leave until he has found Carlos. Carlos is found unconscious, injured and with severe smoke inhalation. 📍

holly's august extravaganza day 13: couldn't utter my love when it counted

thank you! you've given me such wonderful prompts and it's been a pleasure to write every single one of them! 💚😊

ao3 | 3k | canon divergence, explosions, major character injury, angst with a happy ending, love declarations

TK has made a lot of mistakes in his life, but undoubtedly one of the biggest was letting Carlos Reyes go. He hates the person he was back then, the one who was too blind to see that what he needed—what he wanted—was right in front of him, in a very literal sense.

“How long are you going to avoid talking about it TK?”

“Us?”

“What are we? Are we even a ‘we’?”

TK wants to say yes. He looks at Carlos with his soulful brown eyes and kind tilt to his mouth and he just knows that this is someone he could let in. He’s already seen some of TK’s darkest depths, and yet he’s still here, still asking, still wanting to be with him.

Then again, Carlos isn’t the only one who has been with him despite, and the last person who did that ended up growing tired of him. Carlos would promise against it if he knew what TK was thinking, but it’s an impossible promise to make, far easier said than done. He isn’t that kind of person, TK knows this—but then, neither was Alex, until he was.

He can’t risk it. Besides, he barely recognises his life anymore, and he can’t ask Carlos to hang around indefinitely until he can get his head in order again. If there’s one thing TK is certain of, it’s that Carlos is a good man, and he doesn’t deserve to have to deal with all of TK’s bullshit, however much TK may want it.

So. That’s it.

“I like you, Carlos. I want to get to know you better. But as friends. I’m not in a place for a relationship—I don’t know if this is where I belong, or even if I can be a firefighter anymore. And I just. I just think that I have to work out who I am before I can let someone else in on that, you know? So… Can we? Be friends, I mean?”

Carlos would be well within his rights to say no, after all. But instead he smiles, a little sad, but still as gentle as ever, and says, “Sure. I’d love that.”

TK realised three things pretty quickly after that moment.

One: Austin is his home.

Two: He belongs at the firehouse—but as a paramedic.

And three: He is in love with Carlos Reyes.

But his moment has come and gone. That conversation is the kind that can’t be taken back; the damage has been done, and now TK has to live with the consequences. It’s not all bad—he still has Carlos in his life, and things are… Things are good. They hang out regularly, they have an ongoing text thread, there’s no awkwardness or resentment between them. All things considered, they’re in a better place than they were back during their pseudo-dating phase.

But still, TK misses him.

It’s a strange feeling, missing someone who’s right there beside him. TK hadn’t realised how much he would lose when they became ‘just friends’ for real, but now he finds himself noticing more and more the absence of a flirty twinkle in Carlos’s eye or the suggestive lilt to his words. There’s still an air around them, a sense that, if he just pushed a little, they could easily tip over into more. Into whatever they were on their way to becoming before TK drew his line in the sand.

He won’t, though. It wouldn’t be fair—Carlos has already put up with so much from him that it’s a miracle he’s even still around at all—and TK is not willing to risk what is now the best friendship of his life. If having Carlos in his life means keeping his hands to himself and forever refusing the urge to kiss him senseless, then it’s a small price to pay.

“You’re such an ass!” TK shoves Carlos lightly as they walk down the street, rolling his eyes at the smirk sent his way. “Why can’t you just suck it up and accept that maybe you don’t know Austin as well as you think you do?”

Carlos raises a solitary eyebrow. “Because I’ve lived here my entire life?”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Besides,” he cuts in, before Carlos can come back with some other stupid, logical argument, “this place only popped up a few months back so there’s no way you’ve had enough time to make a proper judgement.”

“And you have?”

“Shut up.”

Carlos laughs and, though TK tries to glare at him, he can’t help but be drawn into it. He shakes his head and looks down to avoid Carlos’s eyes, only for his gaze to catch on their hands, swinging in sync mere centimetres apart. How he aches to close that distance and thread their fingers together; to tell Carlos everything he’s been pushing down for months—

Carlos lifts his hand to run his fingers through his hair, and the moment is broken. If he noticed TK’s lapse, then he doesn’t show it, instead turning to him with an amused smile. “Alright,” he says, “how about this? You take me wherever this is, and next time, I’ll take you to the actual best pizza place in Austin; then we’ll see who’s right.”

TK wishes he could kiss that self-satisfied smirk off his face. See how smug he is then.

“Fine,” he agrees. “Prepare to eat your words, Reyes.”

“Looking forward to it.”

God, TK hates him.

Carlos is being infuriatingly quiet as they eat, and it’s grating on TK’s every nerve. TK is well aware he’s doing it for that exact purpose, but he’s never been known for his patience—a fact which Carlos knows all too well and is rudely taking advantage of.

“So?” TK demands, folding his arms on the tabletop. “Was I right, or was I right?”

Carlos hums, pretending to consider the slice in his hand with great care. Then, he meets TK’s eyes and drops it back on the plate, re-settling in his seat with a shit-eating grin. “It was okay.”

TK’s mouth drops open. He blinks at Carlos for a good few seconds, then snaps his jaw shut with a click, shaking his head and sighing. “I hate you,” he grumbles, refusing to look Carlos in the eye.

Carlos has the audacity to actually laugh. “No, you don’t,” he says, and he doesn’t know quite how true that is. TK feels a blush start to rise on his cheeks, which cannot happen, so he clears his throat and slides out of his seat.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he says. “Maybe you’ll have reconsidered by the time I come back.”

TK can’t stop a grin from forming the second he turns his back, his heart doing a stupid little dance in his chest. He doesn’t need a mirror to know that his face is bright red, and he’s going to have to splash a significant amount of water over him before he can even think about facing Carlos again.

He takes his time in the bathroom, stopping to stare at his reflection in the mirror for several minutes and trying to talk himself down from any more-than-friendly feelings towards Carlos.

Later, they’ll tell him that this saved his life.

But that won’t be for a long time, until after the smoke has cleared and the dead have been counted and the statements have been taken.

For now, TK steels his resolve and nods at himself, then turns to the door, a hand reaching out for the handle.

That’s when the explosion rips through the building.

He’s floating.

He’s… He doesn’t… Something’s not right. Something…

Underwater. He can’t hear anything and he’s floating and he’s underwater, except he can’t be because he was just in a restaurant with Carlos and they were talking and—and—

The world slams back into him with the force of a freight train and TK coughs as he instantly feels like his entire body is being compressed, his airways closing up. It takes a few seconds to realise his eyes are closed and several more before he can open them, only to be met with even more darkness.

He blinks—so he definitely has opened them—but he still can’t see a damn thing. Is he… He can’t be blind. He can’t.

TK’s chest tightens even further and the panic causes his limbs to twitch, to scrabble at the ground, and the movements must be enough to dislodge something because suddenly there’s light streaming into his eyes. He slams his eyelids shut instinctively, and it’s a long moment before he can crack them open again.

His surroundings come to him in bits and pieces. To his left, a pile of cracked porcelain—the sink, he realises. The floor glitters with a material TK can’t identify until he catches sight of his reflection in a shard of glass just in front of him. And on top of him, something heavy, rough—wood?

The door!

Slowly, agonisingly, he manages to shift to all fours, then to his knees, then finally staggers to his feet. He sways in place, watching the bathroom door hit the floor, and—that’s strange. It doesn’t make a sound.

He can’t hear anything, actually, aside from a faint, high-pitched ringing. The paramedic in him tells him that this is a bad thing, but he feels separate from both his brain and his body; he’s floating somewhere outside his body, this whole situation feeling like a dream, or perhaps a nightmare.

A thought drifts through his mind then. No, not a thought, a name.

Carlos.

He was with Carlos. He has to find Carlos.

TK stumbles forward, grabbing onto anything within reach as the battle to stay upright gets harder with each second that passes. An intense heat hits him as he makes it into what he thinks is the main seating area and the change in atmosphere is instant—thick, black smoke invades his lungs, sending him back to his knees, body heaving with coughs.

The restaurant is on fire and TK can barely keep his eyes open as he searches for any sign of Carlos. He forces his aching body further, any pain taking a back-seat as the need to find Carlos grows. He’s still not sure what’s happening or how they got in this mess, but he knows that Carlos is in danger, and TK isn’t going to let him die. Not now. Not ever, if he can help it.

He crawls through the restaurant, blind and deaf to where he’s going, but he’ll know it’s Carlos when he finds him. He knows he will. There’s nothing that could stop him from recognising Carlos.

TK doesn’t know what’s happening when he suddenly feels himself being lifted, something bulky being placed over his face. It’s a shock, the sensation of being able to breathe clean oxygen, and it goes to his head for a moment, the dizziness growing even as his vision begins to clear up.

He catches sight of 126 emblazoned on a helmet and familiar, worried eyes looking down at him, and that’s when it connects. His family are here, they’re here, but Carlos is still somewhere and TK is not leaving without him. He struggles in his father’s grasp, managing to squirm and flail enough to get his feet on the floor and for his dad’s grip on him to falter.

But the relief is momentary; no sooner is he standing than the vertigo and nausea takes over, and he crumbles.

This time, when the world goes black, it stays that way.

They tell him it was a gas explosion in the restaurant’s kitchen. They say he’s lucky to be alive, that his trip to the bathroom saved him. They say he needs plenty of rest and time to heal.

They don’t tell him anything about Carlos.

TK asks, he’s been asking since the moment he woke up in the hospital. But the team knows nothing and the doctors keep saying to focus on his own injuries rather than worrying about someone else.

Someone else, as if that’s all Carlos is. He’s the love of TK’s fucking life, but they might never get the chance to be anything more than friends; TK has seen the news. His dad had switched it off the second he caught him watching it, but he’d seen enough to know that survivors are few, and, of those, most of them weren’t as lucky as TK.

His injuries were serious, but they’ll heal. He’ll probably have scars from the shrapnel from when the explosion first went off and from the burns he acquired looking for Carlos, and he’s going to have one hell of a tinnitus case for a while, but it’s nothing. Less than nothing.

He’s alive, which, if Carlos is dead or dying, is far more than he deserves.

On his fifth day in hospital, they tell him he can go home later. He should be grateful, but it just feels like another thing that’s happened to him in a long line of things. He’s waiting for his dad to come back from picking his prescription up when there’s a knock at the door, and TK looks up to see an older Latino couple, the woman looking at him with a deep sadness in her eyes.

“I… Are you TK?” she asks haltingly.

TK frowns and nods, surprised by the relief that floods her face when he does. He doesn’t have to wonder for long, though.

“I’m Andrea. Carlos’s mother. This is his father, Gabriel.” She gestures to the man next to her, who nods at TK, his mouth pinched. TK swallows nervously, terror building in him at the thought of what Carlos’s parents could be doing here. “The doctors tell us you’ve been asking about our son,” Andrea continues. “We wanted to come and talk to you and give you the news ourselves.”

TK swears his heart stops in his chest. “Is he…”

He can’t get the words out, can’t put the idea into existence, but Andrea clearly picks up on what he’s thinking as she crosses the room, taking his hands in hers.

“He’s alive,” she says. “He… He lost a leg in the explosion and his lungs were damaged from the smoke, but the doctors have told us that the worst danger has passed. We’re just waiting for him to wake up now.” Andrea pauses, biting her lip. She looks at Gabriel, then back to TK, releasing his hands. “How do you know our son? Are you…”

“We’re friends,” TK says, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. “He’s the best friend I’ve got. Thank you for telling me.”

He leaves his number with Andrea and Gabriel, and they promise to keep him updated on Carlos’s condition.

Four days after TK goes home, he gets a phone call to say that Carlos is awake. He’s back at the hospital within the hour, racing as fast as he can (which, infuriatingly, isn’t very fast right now) to the room number they gave him.

The sight he’s greeted with just about takes his breath away.

Carlos smiles at him, and he’s covered in bandages and scrapes and he’s clearly exhausted, but he’s smiling, and TK swears he’s never looked more beautiful. He stands in the doorway for a long time, just staring at Carlos for the first time in nine days, so captivated by him that he doesn’t notice the knowing look that passes between Andrea and Gabriel.

“We’ll give you boys some time to catch up,” Gabriel says. He pats TK’s shoulder when they walk past him, and it’s enough to spur him back into action.

TK crosses the room in three quick strides, reaching for Carlos’s hand the second he’s settled in the chair. He almost sobs when he feels Carlos squeeze his hand back; it’s weak, more just a twitch of the fingers, but it feels like everything.

“Hi,” Carlos says, his voice quiet and raspy.

TK sniffs, opens his mouth to say hi back, but maybe the explosion knocked him about more than he realised, because what comes out instead is, “I love you.”

Their eyes widen at the same time, a flush rising on TK’s face as he processes what he just did. “I—I’m so sorry, Carlos, I—” He shakes his head and tries to pull his hand back, but Carlos’s grip tightens, keeping him firmly in place.

“Say it again,” he demands.

TK blinks. “What?”

“Say it again.”

He hesitates another second, but the slight uptick to Carlos’s lips gives him the confidence he needs to look Carlos in the eyes.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for the longest time and I’m so sorry that I couldn’t see it before. I was scared, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle a relationship, and I figured it would be easier to let you down than risk hurting us both when we inevitably realised it couldn’t work out.

“But I was so wrong, Carlos. Back at the restaurant, after the explosion, all I cared about was finding you and making sure that you were okay. I couldn’t stand the thought that anything might have happened to you, and I’ve been going out of my mind since it happened because I didn’t know how you were. I—I can’t lose you, Carlos.”

He takes a deep breath and blinks away the tears beginning to gather in his eyes, attempting a trembling smile to match Carlos’s own. “I love you,” he whispers. “If it’s too late, then I understand. I just. I need you in my life. I need you, Carlos. However you’ll have me.”

Carlos holds his gaze for a long time after TK has finished speaking, and it feels like he’s seeing right through him. Eventually, after so long that TK’s lost all sense of time, he slowly raises his hand, brushing his knuckles across TK’s cheek, then coming to rest on the back of his neck.

“I love you, too.”

And the light pressure from Carlos’s hand is all the invitation TK needs to close the distance between them, his heart pounding as he kisses Carlos for what feels like the first time.

Hopefully, it’s the first of many, and the first of the rest of their lives.

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