#because while those beautiful people keep praying I will keep praying.

[nc-vb]

if it’s gotten to the fucking point that the Ministry of Education has to announce that “the school year is cancelled” for part of Gaza because all its students have been murdered, humanity has failed, failed at everything— flat out, point blank, and unequivocally failed.

[homo-house]

hey uh so I haven't seen anyone talking about this here yet, but

the amazon river, like the biggest river in the fucking world, in the middle of the amazon fucking rainforest, is currently going through its worst drought since the records began 121 years ago

picture from Folha PE

there's a lot going on but I haven't seen much international buzz around this like there was when the forest was on fire (maybe because it's harder to shift the narrative to blame brazil exclusively as if the rest of the world didn't have fault in this) so I wanted to bring this to tumblr's attention

I don't know too many details as I live in the other side of the country and we are suffering from the exact opposite (at least three cyclones this year, honestly have stopped counting - it's unusual for us to get hit by even one - floods, landslides, we have a death toll, people are losing everything to the water), but like, I as a brazilian have literally never seen pictures of the river like this before. every single city in the amazonas state is in a state of emergency as of november 1st.

pictures by Adriano Liziero (ig: geopanoramas)

we are used to seeing images of rio negro and solimões, the two main amazon river affluents, in all their grandiose and beauty and seeing these pictures is really fucking chilling. some of our news outlets are saying the solimões has turned to a sand desert... can you imagine this watery sight turning into a desert in the span of a year?

while down south we are seeing amounts of rain and hailstorms the likes of which our infrastructure is simply not built to deal with, up north people who have built everything around the river are at a loss of what to do.

the houses there that are built to float are just on the ground, people who depend on fishing for a living have to walk kilometers to find any fish that are still alive at all, the biodiversity there is at risk, and on an economic level it's hard to grasp how people from the northern states are getting by at all - the main means of transport for ANYTHING in that region is via the river water. this will impact the region for months to come. it doesnt make a lot of sense to build a lot of roads bc it's just better to use the waterway system, everything is built around or floats on the river after all. and like, the water level is so incomprehensibly low the boats are just STUCK. people are having a hard time getting from one place to another - keep in mind the widest parts of the river are over 10 km apart!!

this shit is really serious and i am trying not to think about it because we have a different kind of problem to worry about down south but it's really terrifying when I stop to think about it. you already know the climate crisis is real and the effects are beyond preventable now (we're past global warming, get used to calling it "global boiling"). we'll be switching strategies to damage control from now on and like, this is what it's come to.

I don't like to be alarmist but it's hard not to be alarmed. I'm sorry that I can't end this post with very clear intructions on how people overseas can help, there really isn't much to do except hope the water level rises soon, maybe pray if you believe in something. in that regard we just have to keep pressing for change at a global level; local conditions only would not, COULD NOT be causing this - the amazon river is a CONTINENTAL body of water, it spans across multiple countries. so my advice is spread the word, let your representatives know that you're worried and you want change towards sustainability, degrowth and reduced carbon emissions, support your local NGOs, maybe join a cause, I don't know? I recommend reading on ecological and feminist economics though

however, I know you can help the affected riverine families by donating to organizations dedicated to helping the region. keep in mind a single US dollar, pound or euro is worth over 5x more in our currency so anything you donate at all will certainly help those affected.

FAS - Sustainable Amazon Fundation

Idesam - Sustainable Developent and Preservation Institute of Amazonas

Greenpeace Brasil - I know Greenpeace isn't the best but they're one of the few options I can think of that have a bridge to the international world and they are helping directly

There are a lot of other smaller/local NGOs but I'm not sure how you could donate to them from overseas, I'll leave some of them here anyway:

Projeto Gari

Caritás Brasileira

If you know any other organizations please link them, I'll be sure to reblog though my reach isn't a lot

thank you so much for reading this to the end, don't feel obligated to share but please do if you can! even if you just read up to here it means a lot to me that someone out there knows

also as an afterthought, I wanted to expand on why I think this hasn't made big news yet: because unlike the case of the 2020 forest fires, other countries have to hold themselves accountable when looking at this situation. while in 2020 it was easier to pretend the fires were all our fault and people were talking about taking the amazon away from us like they wouldn't do much worse. global superpowers have no more forests to speak of so I guess they've been eyeing what latin america still has. so like this bit of the post is just to say if you're thinking of saying anything of the sort, maybe think of what your own country has done to contribute to this instead of blaming brazil exclusively and saying the amazon should be protected by force or whatever

[lesservillain]

borrowing.

Steve wasn't a pervert.

Sure, he's done some unsavory things in his younger years that he's not proud of. But he's never been the type to take advantage of a woman. He's not like some of his guy friends who look down women's shirts or touched someone without their permission.

Call him a pussy or a feminist, but that shit makes him sick to his stomach.

And yet...

"Fuck your pussy tastes so good."

Steve pants against the crotch of your panties. The fabric hugs his face tight as he breathes in your scent, his nose tenting the cotton fabric. His lips hold the crotch between them as he sucks and licks the damp material until your juices coat his tongue and then some.

His eyes open for a moment, looking out the leg hole to check his surroundings for bystanders. His beemer sits in the far corner of the YMCA facing the back of a gas station. It's not where he had originally parked when he arrived for his work out today. A work out he didn't even get to, all because he bumped into you.

He's noticed you ever since he got the membership with Robin. Their goal was to attend 3 days a week together per Robin's request. Something about wanting not wanting to gain the freshman fifteen when she started her semester.

But school quickly became overwhelming for her and Steve found himself going to the gym by himself.Without Robin to distract him, Steve started paying attention to some of the people at the gym.

It was just a couple passing glances at first, not wanting to be one of those guys who stares at girls while they work out. He couldn't deny you were beautiful though. And when you approached him one day after it was just you and him in the gym, he felt that there was chemistry between the two of you. You laughed at his dumb jokes, engaged him with personal questions...hell you even touched his arm with your hand.

Your friendliness expanded beyond that day, too. If he didn't say hi to you first, you were approaching him to wish him a good workout. You'd even brought him "counter productive" donuts one day because he said he loved the local shop.

It was safe to say Steve had become completely head over heels for you over the last few months. And he totally has plans to ask you out. He really does. But, after all the failed dates he had been on since high school...he was almost afraid to jinx what the two of you had going on.

Today was going to be the day though. Or...it was supposed to be.

He was running late getting to the gym this morning, bad traffic on the commute to drop Robin off to her classes put him an hour behind schedule. So as he pushed through the YMCA doors with haste, silently praying to himself that you'd not left yet, he accidentally ran full speed into a body as they were leaving.

"Woah!"

Steve recognized your voice. It pulls him out of his head, focusing on your frame before him. He's bummed to see you in your work uniform, obviously done with your work out for the day.

"Sorry I didn't mean to almost knock you down," he apologizes, looking you over to make sure you're okay.

"It's okay," you reassure him, your bright smile making his heart ache. "I thought I wasn't going to see you today, so running into me is better than nothing!"

"Ugh, yeah, I really was trying to get here earlier but traffic and--and, life! Ya know?"

You nod sweetly. "Totally!"

"Yeah..." Steve's heart thumped in his chest. He didn't need to suffer through a whole work out routine before asking you out. He could ask you out right now. And if you rejected him, he'd be able to walk away and inevitably cancel his gym membership since he'd never be able to show his face again in this establishment.

Or, you would say yes, and he could walk you to your car so you could give him your number on a napkin you keep in your glove box in case of emergencies.

"Well, I guess I'll see you on Friday," you say after a beat of silence. Steve felt the words on the tip of his tongue. But, when your hand landed on his arm with a squeeze, he froze in place. All he could muster was a weak goodbye before you were pushing out the second set of double doors and walking to your car.

He waited to make sure you got in okay before letting out the breath he had been holding. His head slumped in defeat. What happened to the crown that sat on his head when he was in high school? Was it because he wanted something real with you?

There wasn't much dwelling on the subject as a bundle of pink just a few inches away from his feet caught his eye. Steve's eyebrow quirked, and he crouched down to grab...whatever it was.

The material felt soft but wet in his hands. He cringed a bit until the material unfurled in his hands, revealing to be a pair of pink, skimpy panties. The initial shock had him almost dropping the panties, but a split second closer look had him twitching slightly in his pants.

The underwear was yours. They must have fallen out of your gym bag when he bumped into you.

He knew they were yours because he'd see them peaking out of your work out shorts when you were bending down to tie your shoe. He didn't look on purpose, you'd just happened to have stopped in front of him and he saw them. He told himself it was on purpose when he touched himself that night, but deep down he knew it wasn't.

The door almost came off its hinges with how hard he pulled it open, making a bee line to his car. He slammed the car door shut and locked it, giving a quick look around before he was ducking down just out of view.

He breathed in deeply as he inhaled the scent of your panties, exhaling with a groan as your smell infiltrated his nostrils. It felt like he took a hit from a drug. He could practically taste you on his tongue when he went in for another sniff.

Flipping the underwear so that the crotch was resting between his hands, Steve's mouth watered at the sight of the creamy white that painted the pink fabric. His tongue darted out slightly, eyes darting around again as the nerves set in. This wasn't like Steve, but he blamed the way you drive him crazy on the dirty thoughts that were running through his head.

Just as he was about to act on them, the sight of a person walking out of the building had him hesitating. He placed your panties in his passenger seat and started his car, moving to the back of the building in a far off spot that was less traveled and slamming it into park.

Once the coast was clear, Steve wasted no time bringing his tongue to your underwear and lapping at it messily. He whined as your taste hit his tongue, and suddenly his pants were way too tight on his crotch.

This wasn't like him he thought to himself. Not that he hadn't had a hook up or two out by Lover's Lake. But to do what he was considering in such a public place went against his morals...

Your panties sit between Steve's teeth as he undoes his belt. He has to scoot his seat back or else his hard cock will just bump against the steering wheel. He pumps himself a few times in his hand, squeezing some of his precum out of his tip and using is to lube himself.

Steve sucks in a breath as he starts to fist himself. He holds the panties against his face as he begins to imagine your pussy on his face. His imagination runs wild as he thinks about all the ways he would eat you out, your pussy right in his face waiting for him to run his tongue through.

"Such a pretty pussy," he says to himself.

Without much thinking, he pauses his jerking to take the panties and stretch them out, hooking under his chin and pulling them until they're taught over his face.

With his free hand, he's able to cup his sensitive balls as he jerks himself with more vigor. He doesn't know how long he's at it, too engulfed in his pleasure to care about the passing time. All he can think about is making you cum all over his face and thanking you after.

Steve's hips buck into his hands. He can feel his climax approaching, his hand focusing on his tip as he brings himself to the edge.

Just as he's about to come, Steve pulls your panties off of his face and wraps them about his cock. He does the best he can to aim for the crotch where he has completely saturated it with it with his own saliva, cumming hard into the bunched up fabric.

After a moment of coming down, Steve slumps back into his seat. Guilt begins to wash over him as he looks at the sticky mess he's turned your sweet pink panties into. How could he even face you, let alone ask you out after what he's done?

Steve shoved your underwear into his gym bag. He didn't think he could give them back, even if the thought of you wearing them after he's cum in them made him almost half hard again. He would just throw them away in a dumpster somewhere...or he could wash them and--

thanks for reading.

[writingoddess1125]

Jessica Rabbit Effect pt. 4

So a lot of people have asked what if Crocodile & Mihawk found out about Buggys hot wife. So here we are!

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• Buggy would be dragging his feet and reluctant on letting you go.. Truthfully he wanted to keep you on his little island village were you could live in ignorance and bliss. (Cause he's possessive)

• However it seemed some things couldnt be helped-

• Especially after your kidnapping attempt. So he felt safer dragging you with him to the Cross Guild meeting-

• "I'm so nervous" You admit, stepping in land as he kept you close.

• "Don't be- You'll be fine. I promise nothing will happen" He stated confidently, you assuming because these men were his friends- (While Buggy ment he'd kill to make sure no one harmed you)

• Once inside you saw them- And you damn near were ready to run back to the ship..

• They looked so much scarier in person!

• Craning your head up to meet the two massive men- Your nerves now all over the place as they just seemed to stare down at you.

• Hard-

• Your hand instinctively squeezing Buggy for reassurance.

• "Croc, Hawk- This is my Wife (Y/N)" Buggy said calmly with a hint of irriation in his voice at having them meet you at all, keeping a secure hand on your waist as you smiled softly at the two infamous men, still a bit nervous.

• "It's lovely to meet you both"

• Sir Crocodile and Mihawk exchanged puzzled glances as they stood before Buggy's wife.

• Perplexed-

• This pretty women was Buggy's wife?- Sure they had both heard rumors that she was apparently attractive but they assumed this was just Buggy's dramatic words floating around.

• However you were actually gorgeous!?

• Crocodile muttered, "Lovely to meet you as well-" Migawk nodding in greeting to you.

• "I know its a bit short notice me coming here and all, vut I made you both some gifts as a gesture of kindness" You say so sweetly as you reach into your bag and pull out the nice gifts for both of them nicely wrapped in colored tissue paper. Mentally praying Buggy's information was correct.

• Both Guild Leaders took the gifts in question- Still assuming something about this was fishy as both slowly ripped the tissue paper to take a peak at what you'd made.

• You had made a beautiful silk orange gold puff tie for Sir Crocodile since Buggy kept saying he was wearing a 'scarf' as a tie (But you knew better that it's a Puff Tie and not a scarf)

• And for Sir Mihawk you made him a white ocean cotton button down with front frills, you didn't make it as dramatic as you typically made Buggys but it was a incredibly pretty and beautiful shirt that would be comforble to wear whenever.

• Both men stared at the gifts, like they were trying to figure out what sort of trickery this was.

• "You made these?" Mihawk questioned at first,

• "I'm a seamstress" You state calmly, a bit worried they wouldn't be interested. However smiled when Crocodile complemented your craft and the quality of the tie.

• Once inside the main meeting room, conversation flowed naturally, You chatting up both men so they could become familiar with you. Even telling them the story of how you and Buggy met all those years ago.

• "Are you wanted to married him?-" Crocodile mused, taking another drag of his cigar.

• "Of course! He's so sweet afterall" Buggy looked miffed by Crocodiles words and the fact you gushed so much-

• Mihawk was the most interested in you however, taking sips of wine as he looked over you calmly.

• "Would you reconsider your marriage for a more suitable option?-" He so bluntly asked which made you blink in total surprise.

• "HEY!" Buggy yelled, Wrapping a protective arm around you as he began to yell at Mihawk for daring to 'hit on' his lovely wife- His temper definitely getting the best of him.

• Buggy throwing a full on tantrum now as he pointed a finger at Mihawk and screamed at him. The yellow eyed man grabbing his sword in warning-

• You flushed in embrassment and patted Buggys arm gently to calm him down before he got chopped to bits. "No No- I'm very happy in my marriage and love my husband dearly. I wouldn't choose anyone else-"

• Buggy stopped his little tantrum and seemed to be soothed by your gentle hands and soft words.

• Both pirates respecting such a loyal trait and moving on from such conversations.

• Both Guild Leaders found you quite enjoyable- You had wonderful humor, great in terms of conversation and essentially made up for everything your husband lacked.

• Work did take place however, Buggy and the two men talking over strategies of wealth and gaining a greater sense of power between them all.

• They did however find it irritating they couldn't beat Buggy's ass like normal- Seeing how it would upset you and the man seemed to be practically glued to you.

• By the time for you and Buggy to retire, Maps, Plans and even money had been exchanged-

• As the meeting delved later. Food and Alcohol was served, which left you full and a bit tipsy. Leaning your head on Buggy's shoulder as you soon fell asleep against him.

• "(Y/N)? Buggy said softly, claiming his arm to properly secure you against him as he saw your sleeping form.

• "Seems it's time to go our separate ways" Migawk said calmly, having finished off 4 bottles of wine himself and not too far behind you in terms of sleep. Crocodile wiping his mouth of the crumbs with a napkin as he set his near finished cigar on a ash tray.

• "Yes.." Buggy said softly, scooping you up with care.

• "....Since my wife is asleep- I need to say this to you both"

• Buggy didn't look at the two of them just stroking your hair as you slept- "I will only speak this once... If you two hurt my wife or make her upset in any way- Death will be the kindest thing I can give to you"

• They had always know Buggy hid his true abilities and simply didn't take things seriously- But they saw you were his only button.

• His only weakness-

• No words were exchanged, but a silent agreement seemed to settle on the three men.

• You were off limits.

• Buggy carried you out of the meeting hall, taking you to his private quarters so you could rest properly. Already mentally mapping out changing you into your nice PJs-

• The two men left behind watching their peer leave with his prized wife. Crocodile muttered, "How did Buggy manage to snag such a pretty and sweet wife?"

• Mihawk, equally mystified nodding in agreement.

• "It's a mystery as profound as the Grand Line itself."

Extra!-

"I can't believe those dirty bastards got you to make them clothes!" Buggy yelled, stomping his foot dramatically as he watched you sew at a purple and gold vest which clearly would belong to Crocodile by the large size.

You sitting in your favorte chair, dressed in comforble clothes as you continued to work into the evening in the home you shared with your dramatic husband.

"I make all your clothes" Gesturing to his low riding pajama pants and socks he was currently sporting. He waved this off with a dramatic eye roll-

"That's different your my wife and I still pay for your time since it's important! and they shouldnt get it fre-"

"They are paying me Buggy Boo" You cut him off quickly, taking the winds from his sails as he stopped mid rant.

"Eh?" He said confused, not knowing what you were talking about. You reach into your vanity next to you and handed your husband the letter both men had slipped you when you'd first met them in the guikd hall.

"They have me a lump some for 5 peices of clothes for each of them. 2 pairs of trousers, 2 shirts and a special item for each. For Crocodile he wanted this vest Im working on- and for Mihawk to restore a coat he liked" You explained, Buggy raising a brow at this news as he opened the letter quickly and read over how much they offered for such peices.

....

"GAHH!-"

Buggy yelled as he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth at seeing the large number.

15,000,000 Beri for each man....

He couldn't complain-

Well not about the men paying you so handsomely but about having to become the grumpy delivery man for his wife once the clothes were finished.

When he went to the meeting handing his two peers the clothes they had specially bought from you in the nice boxes youd always packed everything in.

Both men quick to open them and look over their new purchased goodies. Mihawk immediately putting on the repaired coat after seeing its quality- which was better then when he bought it.

"Tell your wife I'd like to make another commission when she has free time- I'll pay double" Mihawk said smoothing out the coat and seeing the nice gold pattern on the sleeves and nice red satin insides of the inner coat.

Crocodile adjusting his orange Puff Tie and he nodded in agreement and went through his box with great satisfaction. "Same for me as well-"

"I fucking hate you both..."

[heartfullofleeches]

Oohhh I love the night gallery crew!! <3

Okay so- how would the art gallery harem react to the news that their precious night guard used to pose as a nude art model for one if their previous jobs? Bonus points if they end up digging around and finding old drawings/portfolio pics of them posted online lol

The Painter

Their muse - a model in the past? A nude one at that? They can't say they aren't jealous others have bared witness to their beauty, but they won't be so upset about it if their dearest is willing to come out of retirement and maybe send their older photos up to their study. They promise not to stare too much, but they pray their muse doesn't mind if their eyes linger. It's rare for them to be in the presence of such raw perfection. They are more of a hands on type of painter so their muse wouldn't mind a few touches, no? As they would say, it’s all just apart of the process.

Rosebud

Of course they are interested, but they won't press the matter unless Reader offers to share.... Please ignore the excitement of their roses - though they do reflect Rosebud's inner feelings they assure Reader it's just past their feeding time. Clearly more flustered than they let on. Refuses to look at the images because they would only make them more tempted to leave bites all over Reader to claim them as their own as they are when they see the Guard's exposed neck or wrists or pretty much any uncovered inch of skin.

The Scavenger

Hope staff gives the printer in the breakroom a nice funeral because if Scavenger gets its hands on those portfolio shots it's the end of the line for that poor machine. Anything relating to their precious treasure is the pinnacle of their collection. They must have more - even if it's the same picture a thousand times it's still not enough. If anyone comes across one of their copies it's best theu leave them their because even if they're trying to return them Scavenger will accuse them of stealing. There's not doubt I my mind they've eaten a copy or two because they're weird like that.

The Faceless Angel

Conflicted. On one hand they are interested in seeing their guard in all forms, but on the other it feels like an invasion of privacy. Unlike some, their intrigue comes from an artistic viewpoint rather than sexual. They'd give anything for the opportunity to touch Reader's warm flesh without clothing in the way. It feels like heaven on their stone skin.

The Lady in Red

It's the less images she's interested in and more the people who have seen them. Swiftly cuts down anyone who views Reader's pictures while in the gallery be they human or fellow exhibit. She can't do anything about the past, but does everything in the present to keep too many eyes off her love. Takes the photos Scavenger loses and while she keeps a few on hand - she burns the rest.

Julian

Slimy fuck is probably the first to come across them being the noisy little stalker he is. As an artist in his free time, he does use them for reference, but it's much more fun to use them for other things. Like teasing Reader about their past or taping copies to the breakroom fidge. He only does it when he knows they're the only two on shift because he'll have to hurt anyone who sees them nakee besides him. Like Lady, he's more likely to attack paintings who have gotten a hold of the scavengers copies.

Anri

Their favorite coworker was once a model? How fun! They aren't the best artist, but they can draw Reader too. A little bashful about seeing them naked so they stick to just about the shoulders. They want to at least waiting until their ten date with Reader before seeing them in such a state. Covers their eyes and runs off whenever someone tries to show them. Julian only allows Anri to see the photos because it's fun to chase them through the halls with them or point out various aspects of their features to make Anri flustered

The Director

Dislikes imagine of Reader because while they can be used to create copies of them, The Director wants the real thing. Still has one of Scavenger's photos tucked in his coat pocket.

[alwaysonthemend]

Author’s Note: Coming to ya’ll once again with yet another Jake fic that’s just self-indulgent smut. Inspired by the lovely (read: horny) conversations that I had with my Jake lane besties yesterday. Blame them, not me. This fic is also inspired by the Gibson TV interview that Jake did a while ago because of this post from @indigofallingsky

If you haven't seen the interview, you can watch it here.

Content Warnings: Swearing, jake being a huge flirt, oral (f receiving), fingering, spanking, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex (ik it's bad I just have a problem), squirting, softdom jakey, semi public sex, sir kink, lil bit of spit play maybe? and a shit ton of dirty talk. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 5293

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You’re nervous, to say the least. And more than that, you’re frustrated because you’re so nervous. Being a photographer, it’s literally your job to be around famous people – and you pride yourself on never getting starstruck or anxious. You’d discovered quickly that most of the celebrities you interacted with were assholes anyway, and the few that weren’t assholes had either been boring or just plain weird. You’d stopped giving a damn years ago. 

But now, as you stood there waiting to introduce yourself to the man you would be photographing, you couldn’t stop the butterflies that erupted in your stomach as you watched him. You’d heard of him and his band before. You loved their music and you’d even been thinking of buying tickets to one of their upcoming shows if you could manage to get the time off from work. You knew what he looked like, but nothing could have prepared you for actually seeing him in person. He was gorgeous – sinfully so. You couldn’t help but stare as he walked around the room, introducing himself to everyone that he would be working with for his interview. 

The first thing you noticed was his hair; it was messy but beautiful, like someone had run their fingers through it haphazardly before he showed up. It was a gorgeous brown – almost copper when the light reflected on it. It looked especially gorgeous in contrast against his navy blue suit. And Jesus, did that suit fit him so well. He wasn’t a very tall man, but his entire body looked strong – solid. His thighs filled out those suit pants in a way that should be illegal. And his face… you could stare at it for hours. Plush lips, a perfect set of white teeth, and brown eyes that reminded you of bourbon. And of course he would be a fucking guitarist. 

When he finally made it to you, you had to fight to keep your voice steady and your eyes on his. 

“I’m Jake.” He said, giving you a dazzling smile as he extended his hand towards yours to shake. You took it, praying that he didn’t feel the slight tremor in them. 

“I’m Y/n. I’m going to be your photographer today.”

“Hi, Y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The sound of your name from his mouth made your knees weak and you mentally rolled your eyes at yourself. “ Do you work for Gibson?”

You nodded. 

“Yep! Have for a few years now. All I’m going to be doing today is taking a few candid shots of you while you play and then we’ll do some actual posed shots afterwards” You gave him your best attempt at a professional smile. 

“Well, I’m lucky to have such a gorgeous woman taking my picture.” 

Your jaw dropped as he walked away from you, calm and collected after saying such a thing to you. Your eyes followed his retreating form as he went to take a seat on the little stool in front of the camera. He turned over his shoulder and locked eyes with you. He winked and you could feel the blush as it overtook your face. You dropped his gaze quickly. 

You took a seat on another stool by the wall. You wanted to listen to him before you took him over to take pictures. 

“Whenever you're ready, Mr. Kiszka. I’ll be asking you questions, but we’ll cut me from the final so it will be just you speaking.” The director, David, explained to him. “Let’s start with your full name.”

“Full name?” Jake asked him, a half smile painting his pretty lips. “How long do you want me to-” he chuckled. “Jacob Thomas Kiszka, sir.” 

His eyes locked on yours as he said the word, and your lips parted yet again as he pinned you with his gaze. 

“I don’t know.” He laughed, eyes snapping back to the camera. You glanced around to see that no one else seemed to have noticed him looking at you. You let out a shaky breath, your nerves completely unraveling the longer you were in his presence. Get a grip, y/n. 

“And tell us what you play.” David asked, and you watched on the little monitor as the second camera angle zoomed out for a wider shot. 

“I play guitar for the band Greta Van Fleet.” He answered, and you marveled at the smooth sound of his voice. David continued to ask him questions and you couldn’t help but be impressed – Jake was clearly a master of his craft, and yet he didn’t come across as egotistical or too self-assured. His talent spoke for itself and your heart raced at the quiet confidence that the man exuded. He was a gorgeous balance of confidence and professionalism. 

Every so often though, Jake’s eyes would sweep to find you. They’d linger on you for only a moment, before finding the camera again. Each glance was so fleeting you almost felt like you were imagining it – wishful thinking, and all that. But it kept happening; enough for you to believe that it had to be on purpose. You bit your lip, trying your best to remain focused on the job at hand and to stop the blush that seemed to have taken up permanent residence on your face.

Once David had asked all of his questions, he asked Jake to actually play his beautiful red Les Paul. Jake rose from his seat and strode quickly towards where his amps had been set up. He breezed by you, giving you another pointed stare from the corner of his eye. This time, you stared back – meeting the challenge in his eyes. He smirked. 

You watched him as he plugged in his guitar and strummed the strings once, checking their sound. He turned a few knobs on his instrument before strumming the strings again, this time seemingly satisfied. 

“Anything in particular you want me to play?” He asked, directing his gaze towards David. 

“Nope. Just whatever you would like to, really.”

Jake nodded once before beginning to play. The sound he coaxed from the instrument was beautiful, each note crisp and clean and oozing with sex appeal. His quiet demeanor melted away to reveal a man who was a master at what he was doing. You stared as his fingers danced across the strings and frets, effortlessly quick as he played. His face was focused, lost in his own world. 

Your cheeks blazed as you felt wetness seep into your panties as you watched him. Your breathing picked up and you felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you watched toss his head back and close his eyes. You could only stare as he rocked his hips into his guitar in time to the beat of the song he was playing. You’d never been this affected by anyone in your entire life. 

Your core ached and you clenched your thighs together. Jake’s gaze shifted to meet yours at the movement, and his eyes practically sparkled as his eyes drank in your form. There was no hiding your arousal from him. You trained your eyes on your shoes, unwilling to meet his eyes. He tore his stare away from you and retreated back into guitar world. All you could do was sit there in agony as your lust for him grew by the second. 

Finally, he finished and David walked over to him and clapped him on the back. 

“That was great, Mr. Kiskza. Excellent.”

“Thank you, sir.” Jake smiled, unplugging his guitar from the amp. 

“I’ll be turning you over to our photographer now, Mr. Kiszka. She’ll take good care of you.” 

You wanted to shrivel up and die as David said the words but you just plastered your work smile onto your face and rose from your seat. 

“Right this way, Mr. Kiszka.” 

You led him into the little photo room off to the side of the main studio. It was a small space – adorned only with a backdrop on one side of the room and your equipment on the other side. One singular wooden stool had been placed in front of the backdrop. You walked over to the lights and switched them on. 

“Just have a seat right there.” You told him and he complied without a word. You positioned yourself across from him, camera in hand. You peered through the lens, adjusting the viewfinder and fiddling with the settings until you found what you liked. 

“Alright, Mr. Kiszka. Let’s just start with you playing for a bit.” 

“Yes ma’am.” You prided yourself for only letting your eyes widen for a brief moment before you schooled your expression. 

He began to play a soft tune and you walked around towards the left side of him, snapping shots as he played. The lights behind him from that angle created almost a halo around his head and brought out the red in his hair. 

“Good. That looks good. You can stop playing now.” You walked back in front of him. This was easy – slipping into work mode in order to distract yourself from the sinful thoughts that had been plaguing your mind since he walked in. “Now look up to your left for me.”

“Like this?” He asked, turning his head. 

“Chin out a little bit for me.”  He followed your direction. 

“Good. Now turn your body towards the door.” He swiveled on the stool. “Cross your left leg over your right and hold the body of your guitar in your lap.” He situated himself just as you explained. “Perfect. Now turn your head slightly to look at me."

The look he gave you was domination incarnate, his eyebrow raised just slightly, his eyes holding a challenge in them, and his plush lips just barely parted. You swallowed thickly as you took the picture.

“O-okay, now legs apart for me. Right hand in your lap. Hold the guitar in your left.” 

“How do you want me to hold it?” He asked, giving you a smirk. You bit your lip.  

“Prop it against your thigh.” 

He furrowed his brows at you. You sighed and walked over to him. You nudged one of his feet out further with your own and you did your best to ignore the way the muscles of his thighs strained against the fabric of his pants. You ignored his stare as you walked around him, assessing the position. Slowly, you placed your hands on his shoulders, turning his torso to face the opposite wall. You could feel the warmth of him through his suit.

“May I?” You asked him, gesturing towards where he was holding his guitar. 

“You may.” His voice was pitched lower, husky and smooth as whiskey. 

You reached out and carefully took hold of his guitar, situating it so that it rested against his thigh at an angle. 

“Take your left hand and hold right at the base” Your cheeks flamed as you realized the way your words sounded – the double meaning not lost on him either. He gave you a shit eating grin.

“You're good at this.” He said, voice nearly a whisper and dripping with… something, you just weren’t sure what. 

You huffed a breath as he rested his hand against the body of the guitar, right where you’d told him to. Mustering all the confidence you had, you met his stare. “Thank you. Sir.” The grin that overtook his face was downright sinful but you ignored it as you walked back over to the center of the room to take the shot. “Look at me.”

“Last one. Would you mind setting the stool off to the side for me?” 

“Of course.”  He said, voice saccharine and eyes glittering. He placed the stool by the wall. 

“I want you to face that way.” You jerked your head towards the right. “Hold it in your right hand, down by your side.” 

He complied. 

“This good?” 

You cocked your head to the side, eyeing his position. 

“Step your left leg forward just a bit.” That looked better. “Now look to your right, over my shoulder. Chin up. Perfect."

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding as you snapped the final picture. 

“Alright, I think I’m finished here. Thank you, Mr. Kiszka. You’re free to go.” You hated the feeling of disappointment that took place in your gut. 

“Shame. I was enjoying myself.” 

“You like posing all pretty for pictures?” 

“You think I’m pretty?”

Neither of you moved for a long moment. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop and your breathing was embarrassingly heavy. Every line in his body was drawn tight, like he was ready to spring into action at any given moment. The look in his eye was dangerous – threatening even. 

Finally daring to break the spell, you turned around and switched the camera off. 

“It was a pleasure working with you, sir.” 

He simply hummed and exited the room quickly, not even glancing back once. 

You released the tension that you’d been holding in your shoulders and let out a shaky breath. You could hear him in the other room saying thank yous and goodbyes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go back out there. As much as you wanted him, you couldn’t put your job at risk like that… and anyways, the longer you thought about it, the more you became convinced that he had just been messing with you – harmless flirting since he’d obviously caught on to your attraction to him. You shook your head at yourself and cringed – you couldn’t believe you’d been as forward as you had with him. Sure, he’d most definitely started it, but you’d allowed your self control to fly out the window. Damn you, Jake Kiszka, you thought as you began to pack up the equipment. 

Once you were finished, you grabbed your purse and headed for the door. There were still several people there, milling about as you passed through. David was off in the corner, speaking to one of the sound guys. 

“Am I done for the day, David?” You called to him, stopping just by the door. 

“I release you from your duties.” He said, giving you a kind smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow.” You waved and exited the filming room. 

You’d made it almost to the end of the hallway when you heard someone clear their throat. You spun around quickly, startled at the noise. 

“Woah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” You knew that damn voice. Jake emerged from one of the doorways, a grin on his face – the same one he’d been giving you all afternoon. 

“What are you still doing here?” You asked him, clutching your purse tighter to your chest. He had taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in nothing but a black button down. He’d untucked it and unbuttoned all of the buttons except for a few at the bottom. His necklace glittered where it rested against the tan skin of his chest. His guitar case was nowhere to be seen.  

“Waiting for you.” He said simply, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Me?” You couldn’t help but ask, suddenly afraid – despite the fact that he’d been openly flirting with you for the better part of two hours.

“Forgive me for assuming,” he said as he stepped towards you, caging you into the wall with his body, “but I could see it all over you in there. You want me. I want you. Figured we could do something about it.” 

You swallowed, brain working a mile a minute as you processed his words. There was no lie. You wanted him – and apparently he wanted you too. And doing something about it was sounding better and better by the second. 

“What did you have in mind?” You finally asked, voice coming out far more confident than you felt. 

“Oh, lots of things.” He said, voice low. “Been thinking about all the possibilities since the moment I saw you.” 

“There’s a dressing room down the hall.” You said quietly, nodding your head in that direction. “Locks from the inside.” 

“Oh?” He said, cocking his head to the side. “Can’t wait long enough to go somewhere else, huh?”

You flushed. 

“No, sir.” 

His eyes blazed at your words. Fast as lightning, his hand shot out to grip your bicep tightly and he all but dragged you down the hall. You pointed to the door to the dressing room and he ripped it open. You stumbled through the doorway, dropping your purse to the floor. He kicked the door shut and locked it and then he was on you – forearm pressed to your chest to back you into the wall. His face was inches from yours and you could feel his breath on you as he spoke. 

“I’d like to kiss you now.” 

“Then what are you waiting for?” 

He crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, immediately plunging his tongue into your mouth. You submitted to him willingly, allowing him to lick into your mouth with no resistance. He tasted like cigarette smoke and somehow that turned you on even more, and you whimpered quietly into his mouth. His palms settled on your waist in a way that you could only describe as possessive, and he dug his fingers into your flesh as he kissed you. You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled, earning a groan from him. 

He pulled away, a string of spit connected your mouths as he drew back to look at you. You thought he looked gorgeous earlier, but that was nothing compared to how he looked now; his hair was messier and his cheeks were flushed, and his plush lips were swollen and slick with spit. He looked so fucking pretty. 

“You taste just as good as I imagined.” He said darkly. “Wanna taste the rest of you.” 

Without warning, he attached his lips to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. He slotted his thigh between your legs and you moaned at the pressure. You rocked your hips forward on him, desperate for any type of friction on your throbbing pussy. 

“Please, Jake.” You whined as he nipped at your ear. 

He pulled away from you sharply. 

“You call me Jacob or you call me sir, understood?” 

You nodded. 

“Words.” He urged, eyes ablaze with lust. 

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

He attached his lips to yours again, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. He tapped your thigh, signaling for you to jump up. You did, wrapping your legs around his waist as he gripped your ass with both hands, walking the two of you over to the vanity in the corner. He placed you gently onto the counter.

“Can I taste you, sweet girl?” He asked, lowering himself down to kneel on the floor so that he was eye level with your dripping cunt. 

“Yes, Jacob.” You whined. 

You toed your heels off, allowing him to slide your skirt off of you, tossing it impatiently somewhere in the room. He nudged your knees apart, splaying his palms on your thighs to keep you steady. He eyed the wetness leaking through the cotton of your panties and chuckled.

“You’re fucking soaked. Look at you.” He said, nuzzling his nose against you and inhaling deeply. 

“Please.” You begged, pussy throbbing with your need for him. 

“Please what?” 

“Please. Need you. Need your tongue.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, giving you a grin. “Where do you need it?” 

You whined and rocked your hips towards him. 

“Jake-Jacob.” You corrected yourself. “Need your tongue on my clit. Please, sir.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He looped two fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled – effectively ripping the thin fabric. He wadded your ruined panties up and slipped them into his pocket. 

“For safekeeping.” He said, before licking a stripe up your weeping center. 

“Oh, fuck!” You yelled, threading your fingers through his hair. Your other hand gripped the edge of the counter as you threw your head back. He swirled his tongue around your swollen clit, suckling on it in a way that was almost too much. You cried out with each movement, his tongue playing you like that damn harmonica you'd seen him play on stage.

Without warning, he plunged his tongue into you, and he pressed his thumb to your clit. His other hand gripped your thigh, squeezing so tightly you were sure you would have bruises tomorrow. 

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue, sweet girl. I want to taste it so bad.” He said into your heat, and you moaned loudly. He increased the speed of his thumb on your clit, and his tongue plunged in and out of you mercilessly, and it didn’t take long before you felt that familiar coil beginning to tighten in your belly. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You mumbled out, legs beginning to tremble. 

“Give it to me.” 

It was like your body was waiting for his permission. No sooner had he spoken the words, your orgasm was tearing through you. Your entire body shook as you came, and you called out his name as he kept working you through it, prolonging your pleasure. 

Jake rose from between your legs and you moaned at the sight of his face covered in your juices. He swiped a finger through your folds to collect your release and then wrapped his fingers around it, groaning at the taste of you. 

“You taste sweeter than fucking candy.”

“Kiss me.” You demanded, and you were embarrassed at the blatant neediness in your voice, but it melted away quickly as he met your demand. You could feel him, hard as a rock in his pants. You reached up with shaky fingers and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. When they were all unbuttoned, you slid the shirt off his shoulders and your eyes wandered over the expanse of skin, tan and glistening with sweat. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” You whispered, sliding your palms across his chest and up to squeeze his broad shoulders. 

“So are you, sweet girl. Slide back for me.”

You did as he asked, scooching back on the counter until your back pressed into the cold mirror of the vanity. 

“Take off your top.” He said, voice suddenly hard and demanding. 

You gripped the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, revealing the lacey bra you had on underneath. 

“Shit.” He said, eying your breasts through the fabric. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra, allowing your breasts to spill out for him to admire. Wordlessly, he wrapped his lips around your left nipple, biting at the hard nub. You moaned at the sensation. 

“You like that? Like when I bite these pretty nipples.” 

“Yes.” You cried, and he bit down harder – the sharp pain serving as a warning. “Yes sir.” You corrected, tossing your head back. 

Suddenly, you felt one of his talented fingers slipping into you and you whined loudly. 

“Jacob!”

“Yes, sweet girl?” He asked, but you had nothing to say in return. You opened your mouth to ask for more, but all that escaped you was a loud moan. He caressed your walls with his fingers, eyes affixed to your face as he watched you surrender to the pleasure. 

“You look so pretty like this, y/n. All needy. Your cunt is dripping.”

“All for you.” You told him, toes curling in pleasure. He added another finger, curling them inside of you in the most delicious way. 

“God, look at you.” He said, leaning on his free arm as the other fucked into you mercilessly. “Never seen a prettier sight.” 

You whined, and the sound came out as almost a squeak. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself hurdling quickly into a second orgasm. 

“Already?” He asked you, cockiness dripping from his words. You clenched around his fingers, his tone spurring you on even more. “My needy little girl gonna come again for me? So soon?” 

“Yes, please sir, let me cum. Please!” 

“That’s it, baby. You sound better than my guitar. Cum on my fingers. Come on.” 

Your mouth dropped open into a perfect ‘o’ as you came again, this one even more powerful than the first. 

“Shit! Fuck!” 

“Careful, y/n. Don’t wanna be too loud. Someone might come in here, just to see your pretty cunt squeezing my fingers.” 

You’d never been one for dirty talk, but Jake was making it work. Something about his smooth voice saying such filthy things was driving you wild. 

“Jacob, I need you to fuck me. Right now.” 

“Oh you do, huh? Little kitten desperate for my cock?”

All you could do was whine in answer, brain cloudy after two orgasms. 

“Mmm. Wanna feel your pretty pussy wrapped around me.” He said, pulling his fingers from you with an obscene squelch. He took your hand in his and pressed it to the noticeable bulge in his pants. “See what you do to me? Jesus, I’ve never been so hard.”

“Fuck me. Need it so bad.”

“Patience baby.” He laughed. “Lemme get a condom. I’ve got one in my wallet.” 

You grabbed his wrist in your hand tightly, stopping him from reaching into his pocket. 

“I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. I want to feel you, sir. Please.” 

“Fuck.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes so dark they looked black. “Dirty girl, aren’t you?” 

You watched, mouth watering as he unbuttoned his pants. He slid them down so that they pooled around his ankles, and you moaned seeing that he didn’t have any underwear on. 

His cock was big – bigger than you’d been expecting. The head was pink and weeping with precum where it curved upward to rest against his soft stomach. He was a sight to behold. 

He brought his hand up to rest underneath your chin, fingers just barely grazing your skin.

"Spit."

You did as he commanded, allowing your saliva to drop from your mouth into his waiting palm. He groaned and wrapped his hand around his base, your spit mixing with his precum to make the perfect lubrication

“Can I taste you, sir?” You asked him, giving him your best doe eyes. 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he said, one hand pumping himself slowly as the other caressed your jaw. “As much as I’d love that, I wouldn’t last if you did. And I wanna cum in your sweet cunt.” 

“Next time?” The question slipped out without thought and your eyes widened at the implication. 

Jake smiled, wide and dazzling. 

“Next time, baby.”

He pumped himself a few more times, using his thumb to smear his precum over his head. Finally, he nudged the blunt head of his cock through your folds, gathering your wetness. 

“You ready for my cock, baby girl? Ready for me to split you open?” 

“God, yes. Please.”

He gripped your hips in his strong hands and pulled you to the edge of the counter, allowing for your feet to touch the floor. 

“Turn around and bend over, y/n. I want you to watch in the mirror while I fuck you.” 

You moaned and did as he asked, pressing your ass back into him as you bent over the counter. You rested your forearms on the counter, and watched in the mirror as Jake slipped into you. Your pussy throbbed as you watched his mouth fall open – his brows clenched together and a breathy moan fell from his lips. The stretch of him was overwhelming as he pressed into you, slowly sinking into the hilt. He groaned in your ear as he finally bottomed out and you dropped your head back towards him. He pressed wet kisses to your neck as he stilled, allowing you time to adjust to his size.  

“Jesus, you’re so tight wrapped around me. Smooth as fucking velvet.” He said, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“Move, Jakey. Please move.”

“‘Jakey,’ huh?” He chuckled, beginning to slowly rock his hips into you. “I like that.”

He quickened his pace, pistoning in and out of you. You watched in the mirror as his face fell slack with pleasure and sweat dripped down his temples and neck. You pushed back into him with each thrust, desperate and needy for him. 

“You want me to go harder? You sure you can take it, pretty girl? You’ve given me two already… think you can give me another one?”

You moaned loudly, high pitched and pornographic, at his words. 

“I asked you a question.” He ground out through clenched teeth, wrapping his left arm around your waist  to pull you into him. His other hand delivered a hard slap to the side of your ass. 

“Fuck! Yes! Harder, sir!” You cried, the sting of the slap only adding to your pleasure. 

“God, you feel like a fucking dream.” He groaned, slamming into you at an impressive speed. The sound of his hips slapping against you was loud, and the wet sounds coming from in between the two of you were lewd and unmistakable. If anyone walked by the door, there would be no doubt about what was going on in here. He slapped your ass again, this time much harder, and you wailed at the extra pleasure the sting gave you. 

“Fuck, y/n, I’m close.” 

You have no idea what comes over you as he says that in your ear, but you’re opening your mouth to say the words before your brain has time to process it. 

“Choke me, Jacob. Fuck, I want you to choke me.”

“Oh, fuck.” He practically whined, wrapping his right hand around your throat. He squeezed lightly as he pounded into you. 

“Harder, Jakey. Harder. Please.” You wailed, and his fingers tighten around your throat. Your head began to swim and your vision wavered as your climax finally starts to build up again. It’s overwhelming, a feeling like something is trying to claw its way out of you. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You wheezed out, and Jake moaned nto your ear. 

“Give it to me. Cum on my cock.”

Jake released his hold on your throat and finally, your orgasm overtook you. Your vision whited out and your whole body began to shake madly. You screamed Jake’s name as you cum and distantly you hear him as he reaches his own climax. He’s moaning curses into your damp skin but it’s like you’re in another plane of existence. Your orgasm seems to go on forever as you clench around Jake – drawing every drop of cum he has in him. You've never had an orgasm last the way that one just did.

He stilled in you, and the both of you sit there, breathing heavily. 

“Y/n…” Jake says, voice wrecked and shaky. “You just- have you ever done that before?”

“Done what?” You slurred, brain covered in a fog. 

“You fucking squirted. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

You shook your head. 

“No. Not done that before.”

Jake slipped out of you carefully, the both of you hissing at the feeling. You swayed where you were bent over the counter and Jake placed a steadying hand on your back. 

“You okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. 

“Yeah, fuck. I’m great. Just need to sit down.” 

Jake grabbed his shirt and placed it on the floor before helping you ease down onto it. 

“I’ve never cum that hard in my life.” You told him, a sleepy smile gracing your lips. He gave you a matching one in return. He looked so pretty looking at you like that – hair a mess, skin slick with sweat. He looked completely fucked out. 

“Me neither. Holy shit.” 

You giggled. 

“Come back to my apartment with me.” He said, pulling his pants back up and buttoning them. 

“Jake I don’t think I’m gonna be able to go again for at least a week.” You told him, letting your head fall back to rest on the wall. 

“No, I’m going to make you dinner and draw you a bath. And then I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you. Come on.” He helped you to your feet. 

He grabbed his shirt off the floor and gathered your clothes  up as well, handing them to you. 

“Sounds pretty nice to me.” You giggled. “God, I’m probably going to get fired. There’s no way none of them heard that.” 

“Good.” Jake said, slipping his shirt on over his shoulders. “Now they know who you belong to.”

“Oh I belong to you now?” You jokingly challenged, carefully stepping back into your skirt and wincing. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jake said with a smirk. He looked like sin incarnate. “I’m never letting you go.” 

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NCT Dream Reaction - How He Wakes You Up

Was reading my TXT fic with this scenario and I was like.. why tf not make it with NCT??

Might make an imagine out of Mark's scenario cause it's actually adorable lmao

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WARNING: Fluff

Mark

Not even gonna lie, if you are still asleep by the time he wakes up, he just dozes off and goes back to sleep. That's majority of the time, but sometimes he has a lot on his mind in the morning and can't fall back asleep, and, on those days, he'll just scroll on his phone for the meantime.

If he decides to get himself some breakfast and you are still deep in dreamland, he'll debate on whether to make you something for when you wake up (pray to a higher power it's not eggs). In the end he'd just end up leaving to a café nearby and grabbing both of you some breakfast and coming back.

When you wake up and smell breakfast, you immediately go to the dining room to see Mark waiting for you, a bag of food on the table.

"You know, you can't keep avoiding learning how to cook, it's an essential skill in life," you yawned out as Mark started setting out your food.

"I can cook!" Mark exclaimed, an insulted look on his face.

"Sure, Hun.. suuuure."

Renjun

If he wakes up before you in the morning, the first thing he is gonna do is admire your pretty face and wait for you to wake up. He likes to do simple things around the house with you, it's one of his favourite ways to have quality time with you, because he is so busy, he likes to enjoy the small simple things in life, and what better than to do it with the one he loves?

He softly caresses your face and plays with your hair until you wake up, his mind on how beautiful you are when you sleep, looking so peaceful while resting. The moment you wake up he stops with his soft touches to your face and his hand goes down to rub the side of your neck instead.

"Good morning sleepyhead, how did you sleep?" He asked.

You opened your eyes, still drowsey from just waking up, "I slept great, I always sleep better when you're by my side."

He lets out a small laugh and messes your hair before sitting up and getting ready for the day.

Jeno

He doesn't wake you up in the morning, because he knows it can be quite annoying for people to suddenly wake you up from a good sleep, so, unless you need to be somewhere, he just let's you sleep. During the time of him waiting for you to wake up, he normally just either scrolls through his phone or turns on the TV, keeping the volume low so he doesn't wake you up.

He won't have breakfast without you, actually, when you are both home for full days, he likes to eat all of his meals with you because it means a bit more quality time with you. Once Jeno hears the sound of you waking up, his attention is all on you, and finally goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"I swear, you look like a housewife everytime you put that apron on," you rasped, your throat still adjusting to speaking after a full nights sleep.

Jeno rolled his eyes, "You know, I can still just make food for me and leave you to fend for yourself, right?"

You hugged him from behind, your cheek squished against his back.

"Yeah, but you love me too much to do that."

Haechan

I truly believe that if he woke up before you, there is no way in hell he would wake you, only if you needed to be up early would he wake you, but any other day, this boy just ends up cuddling into you before going back to sleep with you.

If he woke up a second time and you were STILL asleep, he would just get up and get himself a drink to start today. I also feel like he doesn't really eat a lot of breakfast, like maybe he'd eat something light like some fruit.

The moment he hears you wake up, he will forget about his drink immediately and run to the bed, practically jumping on top of you, kissing all over your face to wake you up.

"Hyuk, stop, you're gonna suffocate me!" You exclaimed, your cheeks being squished by your boyfriend's hands.

"Yeah, suffocate you with kisses! That doesn't sound like a bad way to go!" He replied.

"Well if you kill me with kisses then who will you love and give kisses to, then?" You asked, playfully, ruffling his hair.

"NO, nevermind, I don't wanna kiss you anymore if it'll suffocate you!" He gave a pout before giving a big teasing grin.

You rolled your eyes at him and chased his face to finally return his morning kisses.

Jaemin

Please.. for the love of a higher power, you better pray that this man doesn't have coffee while you're still asleep, because he will end up waking you like a hyper golden retriever. I mean, him acting like that is cute and all, but when you're tired and have been having the best sleep of your life, it really isn't a good time.

Majority of the time when he wakes up before you he just flops into a different position on the bed and falls back asleep immediately. When he does actually get up though, he lays on the couch and watches some TV, volume on low so he doesn't wake you.

As you awake from your deep sleep, Jaemin will come back into your shared bedroom to greet you as you stretch out.

"How did you sleep, Jagiya? Heheh, you look so cute when your eyes are all sleepy like that!" He smiled.

You give him a big smile in return, "I slept really good. I dreamed about you. You were turned into a dog by Chenle, because he apparently is a witch in my world."

Jaemin laughed and cuddled his face into your neck before bringing you to sit up so you could give him some morning kisses.

Chenle

Chenle will never let you sleep on your own, so if he's awake, he wakes you up immediately, and he expects you to do the same for him, because I feel like he'd be the type to panic when he wakes up and sees that you're not in bed with him, when in reality you're just up and going around the house.

The real reason why he doesn't like to go about his morning without you is because he is so used to having you around and greatly misses your presence, even if you are just sleeping, he feels like something in the house is missing, and it makes him feel slightly lonely.

"Darling, wake up, I'm gonna make breakfast, what do you want me to make?" Chenle asks.

You stretch and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before answering, "Mmm, it doesn't matter, I usually like whatever you make, so whatever you want, I'll have."

You yawned, still waking up from a long nights rest, before softly kissing Chenle, because morning kisses are a must.

Jisung

He is so awkward in the morning! He normally just stares at your beauty when he wakes up before you, because he thinks you are absolutely beautiful when you are asleep and when you are waking up. The stupid grin he has on his face when he sees your sleeping face is the most adorable thing ever.

He has no idea how to greet you in the morning when you wake up and catch him staring at your previously sleeping form. You can imagine the embarrassed flush on his face when you ask him what he was doing.

"Um, whatcha starin' at?" You asked, still drowsy from just waking up.

"Well, it's just- you're very pretty when you sleep, you look very peaceful, that's all.." he stammered, obviously embarrassed at being caught staring.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm glad that you think I look good, even while sleeping," you laughed.

Jisung let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding until a sigh escaped his mouth.

[wehaveimagineshere]

could i request task force 141 + könig always admiring their s/o’s photo when they’re feeling lonely and starting to miss them pls

This is so cute omg. I had so much fun writing this 💕💕

Also reader is AFAB since it was not specified otherwise but only mentioned in Price’s and König’s

Also TW mentions of children but only in König’s

Price

• John would be sitting at his desk, stressed from trying to come up with infiltration plans for the safe house their target is staying at. To his left, something caught his eye. Sitting on his desk was a small framed picture

• It’s of your wedding day. You’re in your beautiful wedding dress that took you weeks to find because you wanted a specific look and he is in a traditional black tux. He had just started growing out his beard when you got married

• You were high school sweethearts. You met freshman year and you both immediately fell in love with each other

• In the photo you’re staring lovingly into each other’s eyes while having your first dance as husband and wife

• It was the happiest day of his life so far and he rubs his thumb across your face as he fondly recalls the memory

• It’s been two months since he left on mission. He misses you so much and he can’t wait to come home and hold you on his arms again

Ghost

• It would one of those sleepless nights where Simon really realizes that he misses you sleeping next to him. Your body heat and comfort always lulling him to sleep

• But you’re currently on another mission right now and left well before his ended. He hasn’t seen you in 3 months

• He switches on the light and gets up to pull out a box from underneath his bed which has several pictures of you together over the years and letters you’ve written him. He pulls out his favorite picture which was sitting on top

• He’s maskless in the picture and you’re arm in arm and both smiling brightly at the camera. It’s when you’re both home after a lengthy mission and taking a well deserved break

• He stares at it for what feels like hours. He misses you so much. He hasn’t received a letter or even a phone call in a few days and he’s praying that you’re okay. He falls asleep with the photo clutched to his chest

• You come back to back to base a few hours later and smile at the sight. You keep glancing at him to make sure you don’t wake up as you get undressed and join him in bed where he subconsciously pulls you in and hugs you tight

Soap

• Johnny will be on the plane after he just hugged and kissed you goodbye when he already starts missing you

• It’s only been about two hours since the plane took off. Since he saw you waving from the tarmac with tears in both of your eyes

• There’s no service in the air to message you so he resorts to looking at your photos. He taps on his phone and sees a picture you took together as his lock screen. He smiles to himself as he opens the Photos app

• He has an album of just pictures of you and him together over the years. Some that he’s taken in secret. With you just doing everyday tasks or taking a nap on the couch

• He’s most favorite being the family photo you took with him and his family one Christmas a few years back. His family absolutely adored you. His mom has even jokingly told him that she likes you better than him, which made him laugh and feel so much pride in his heart

• He loved you so much. As he stares at the picture he feels a sharp pang in his chest. These next few months are going to be hell. But he knows that you’re being well taken care of by the people he loves most

Gaz

• You and Kyle were both recruited into 141 by Price but unfortunately, you’re always separated. He with Price and you with Ghost

• He would be resting at a safe house waiting for Price’s next orders when he pulls out a picture that was hidden in a pocket on the inside of his jacket by his heart

• It’s a picture of the both of you decked out in complete military uniforms not too long after you joined 141. He remembers how excited you both were to be part of something so important to not only the country, but the world

• In the picture it’s just the two of you, but you can see some of 141 in the background. He has his arm slung over your shoulder and you’re throwing up your signature peace sign. Both of you so giddy and excited for the future

• He feels his eyes start to burn a bit while looking at your face. The memory is bittersweet. You both thought that you would constantly be teamed up together but he’s lucky if he gets to see you once every 2 months

• When Price walks in on him looking at the picture, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the Sergeant. But he tells him that he has good news, it’s time to go home. And you’re there waiting for him

König

• König retired from the military early. A few years after you had gotten together. He realized that he couldn’t stay away from you for long periods of time or he’d get extremely antsy and worried about your safety without him there. You were so beautiful and some people would take it too far

• Shortly after he retired you got married and bought a cottage together in a quiet village in Austria. Surrounded by beautiful mountains and a crystal clear lake

• You were out with family you hadn’t seen in a long time with your 3 children and he decided to stay home and clean the house a bit when he stumbles across an old photo album you had put together

• In it was a timeline of your relationship. The picture he focuses on was of your first date. He wore a surgical mask and all black, trying to hide his identity since he wasn’t comfortable showing strangers who he was in fear someone would somehow recognize him

• Then König turns his eyes to look at you standing next to him. You look bright and lively. You’re wearing a baby pink dress with the brightest smile on your face. The stark opposite of him. He remembers that date fondly. It’s where you had your first kiss

• He has never felt so much love in his life like how he feels for you and the 3 beautiful children you gifted him. He wonders how you put up with him all these years. But he’s so glad you did

[m0chisenpai]

My Eywa

Slightly post Avatar (2009)

Jake Sully x reader x Neytiri (all one sided love though)

In which Jake prays to the great mother above that he'll be able to have this second chance of life with you by his and Neytiri's life. Slight angst but nothing too gut wrenching.

Jake felt his heart pound in his chest as he flew above the forest. His eyes frantically looked for you as he looked through the mass of the clan that swarmed around him. He passed by as those hurt were rushed to the healers asking where you were, but no one knew. 

You ended up missing in action during the battle. All he remembered was your frantic whispers as you attempted to hold down the Home Tree founded in place of the torn down one and protect any of the RDA who attempted to swarm the women and children kept there. You whispered to him frantically. A small group was here attempting to claim hostages. 

It was supposed to be an easy shot. You aimed the bow to the best of your ability, and just as you opened fire they did as well. You made it, but not without being struck in the side. He found Neytiri with one of the healers by her side. And he hated the look that was in her eyes as soon as they met him. “She is here” 

And he ran to drop by your side. The healer was mumbling to herself in na’vi pressing a cloth into the wound then grabbed your own hand to press into it. Your glassy eyes met Jakes and that wry smile he grew to love appeared. “Well, well. He is real..” your gaze drifted to Neytiri “Toruk Makto. Always knew you had it in you Sully..” 

He loved hearing you call out to him. Loved it when he’d come into the lab watching those big brown eyes analyze some rare flower or on the rare occasion you ventured out into the forest in your avatar, how you’d pick the flowers whispering to Eywa your thanks. 

He remembered a moment where you weren’t the mad scientist hidden behind those clear glasses and lab coat. The one with bright pens, surrounded by papers some stained with coffee stains. How you fit so perfectly among the people.

The three of you sat atop one of the floating mountains in the beauty of the night. Jake’s eyes watched as you and Neytiri giggled together while you braid your newfound flowers into her hair. The two of you whisper back and forth in Na'vi, and in moments like this he felt even more motivated to get down to the Na’vi language.

Because when you both spoke it, it was more beautiful than any language Earth had to offer. 

Your eyes landed on the smiling marine, and you pouted your lip out. In that moment Jake immediately knew you wanted something. It was the same pout you’d given him when you wanted to steal something out the canteen or for him to fly you both to the floating mountains. 

“Let me braid your hair please.”

“You can without the flowers.”

“Jake please” you elongated the please poking out your bottom lip even more making it quiver. He huffed and playfully rolled his eyes and moved himself forward. “Nothing too crazy.” And you happily squeaked and knelt behind Jake who felt his skin flush as he felt you press gently behind him and run your fingers down his hair. 

It felt too intimate right now, how Neytiri watched the both of you. How you tenderly and carefully braided Jake’s hair and intertwined the flowers. The bioluminescence of the forests was as though Eywa herself was trying to set a romantic setting. 

And as he knelt beside you Jake made a vow that day and would keep it. That he would never ever allow you to fall into harm's way. That he’d never ever want to be the cause of the pain that was sitting in the crinkles of your forehead or the fast beating in your chest that thudded against his hand.  

“I see you both.” Your chest rose and fell so quickly as your hand continued to press the cloth into your wound. Jake had to think quickly. It was a long way to the RDA which was surely trashed and he didn’t think no matter how fast he flew you wouldn’t make it.

Unless, and he felt bad asking this. Because he planned to ask you after this war was done. And though it was, he never planned for this to happen. “Your avatar, where is it?”

“Here, it’s safe, but Jake I don't-”

“Don’t. Neytiri get Mo’at and the clan gathered at the tree of souls. Her body bring it to the tree as well.”

The princess was quick to call for her mother bringing fellow clan members with her.

Time seemed to fade in and out to you, beside you watched as those you called brothers and sisters ride by as Jake quickly got atop his pa'li with you in his arms. But what remained was the fire in your shoulder and the worrying gaze of Jake as he held you much like a babe atop a pa’li that seemed to ride at the speed of light.

”I need your eyes open baby, tell me about uh those flowers you found the other day! The ones in my hair now.” Your eyes crinkled as you caught one of his flying braids running a bloody thumb over it. 

“I need to redo them..wilting.” You pouted letting it slip and curling more into his body. He was so warm, you could take such a nice nap right now. You felt boneless enough and with his warmth that was more than enough for you. You just wanted to take a quick nap. Like the ones you’d take in a grassy meadow. 

How you'd curl while Jake and Neytiri would shoot. You'd feel the breeze, feel the great mother beat beneath your hand. You wish Grace could have seen it. She would have loved it all.

“ ‘m sleepy Jake” you grumbled, feeling your eyes shut. And Jake pulled you closer just enough so that the movement could jostle you and keep your eyes open.  

“I know baby, but you gotta stay up. What are you gonna do next to my hair? I’ll let you do anything!”

“Beads…” you gave him a sleepy smile “the girls and I found these beautiful glass ones…pretty on you and Tiri. But I like the thread. Probably keep both.”

“I bet they will baby you gotta show me.” What was dripping? You touched your face and rubbed them together. The dripping didn’t end. Jake, he’s crying. Why? 

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek. “You’ll smudge it, makes you look like…like a true warrior, a leader.” Finally he made it and Mo’at stood at the tree gathering as many of the clan that were not touched or harmed by the war. Jake stopped the pa’li and with you tight in his grasp rushed to the tree setting you down as gently as possible for Neytiri to tend to. She whispered her apologies and removed your clothes as gently as possible. She cupped your face gazing down into your eyes, praying to the Great Mother this would not be the last she’d see them and allowed her mother to take her place crouched beside you. 

“I see you..Mo’at” you slurred the older Na’vi returned your sentiments laying you gently onto your side. 

“We must begin now.” Neytiri quickly nodded "but I can not guarantee she will pass safely. Do you both know this?" Her gaze hardened at the hesitant look in their eyes.

And as Neytiri crouched beside you her larger hand held your small one as she used a finger to move your hair away from your mask. "I see you..." it was as gentle as the breeze. Your smiled placing your hand atop her own.

"I see you, my Tiri."

You could feel the pulsing and the chants of the elder woman mixed with the people. Your eyes remained on Jake, watching how fuzzy he was. His lips were moving as well, you wondered if he’d tell you what he was saying.

Neytiri spoke frantically by you. She was praying. Hoping that the great mother would bring you back. As the vines connected to your body that horrid lightness returned to your body making your breath pick up, and Jake could see the panic in your eyes and reached forward holding your free hand in his.

“You’ll be fine, I promise.”And once you felt it seep to your neck it went white. Then silence. The thumping washed away and took the pain with it. You could feel her. You stood bare amidst her. She was so beautiful. 

“It is not your time, my child.” 

Your eyes looked for her, but she was around, and all you could do was bow your head,“thank you Great Mother.”

A warm hand on your chin tired your gaze up like your mother did when you thought you would bomb your thesis defense. It was loving and kind. Only it was Grace. You stood in the old lab, though it glistened in a way you'd never seen before.

Your bottom lip trembled as she held you, that rare loving gaze set a flame in your heart. “There is love in you, so many need it. It is so pure, so big. Do not allow it to hide itetsyip. Love entirely and completely.”

A shuddering breath blew from your lips as you let the tears to fall, crumbling before her she picked up the pieces and hushed you gently in her arms. "I can't do this without. I have no one."

She huffed picking your head once again, "you are far from alone Dr.Ginger. I will always be with you, and so will they." Her lips placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. What flashed before your eyes was beautiful. Moments to come, pain that has passed. There was so much you would do, could do. 

Jake watched on with baited breath as he clutched your human hand that slowly went limp then fell to the moss. The light seeds of the tree of life settled upon your human body fluttering to cluster on your avatar which Neytiri moved herself towards. Her hand cupped your cheek as she leaned forward pressing her forehead to your own. 

The flutter of your eyes caused her to jerk back. Then you shot up gasping for breath. Everything was much brighter. So much sharper and your ears twitched among every sound and yip and praise to the Mother. Your arms immediately flew to grasp the Na’vi woman who held you tight letting out her own gasps. 

“She’s real..she…” you babbled on as she caressed the back of your head. You were alive, you had another chance of life. A better one. She let you see it. You saw a beautiful family. Held together their love just surrounds you. Your sons and daughters. And Neytiri and Jake. You saw the love that was to come. Saw nights where you playfully chased one another in the illuminated night. 

And it was all just so beautiful. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. So you just breathed out thanks that mixed with Neytiri’s to the Mother. You thanked her for waking you up. Thanked her for a second chance. Thanked her for the love that was to come, that already is.  And as you silently sobbed  into Neytiri’s shoulder Jake pressed his head to the side of your head. “I know.” He whispered, placing his hands atop Neytiri’s that cradled your head. “Thank you, my Eywa.”

[a-casual-kpopfan]

Reminisce and Regrets

A/N: “Italic” dialogue indicates it being spoken in English. “Normal” dialogue indicates it being spoken in Korean.

Shoutout to @nojisunnomercy for the commission piece, really make me and Ghost to write and go through to make a sequel to Consquences and Regrets.

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I made you my everything. Put my life in your hands and you held the strings.

She really was your everything. Don't know who I am anymore.

Let me down every time and I hit the floor.

Even with what she did, you still forgave her back then, entrusting her not to hurt you again.

And you gave me nothing at all. Only empty excuses to try and break the fall.

Despite your forgiveness, she ended up betraying you again. So, I did what I never could to do.

And I cut myself loose from you.

If she didn’t do it… Would you still be with her?

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“Hey!”

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“Oi, you bastard!”

With a yell, you snap back to reality, the image of her gone from your mind, replaced by your grumpy friend, frowning at you. “The food is going to be cold if you keep staring into nothing like that.”

At that time, you put your earbuds down, and noises start to flood back into your ears. The clinking of utensils hitting each other’s and the plate. Chattering from nearby tables. Sounds of people walking and cars driving on the road.

No longer are you drowned in your own thoughts. You’re back to reality: a small café near your workplace, where you and your friend decide to have lunch.

“You can just start first you know.” You shrug. “Didn’t have to wait for me.”

“Bro, I already finished half of mine, and you haven’t even touched yours.”

“Oh.” Looking down onto the table, you barely touch your food while your friend is almost done with his.

“You know, it’s not like we are strangers or anything.” Your friend lets out a sigh. “I’m worried about you dude. You haven’t been like this since the first week that you arrived here, and that was years ago!”

“Yeah, well, you know I got cheated on by my ex, what else do you need to know?” You chuckle lightly, starting to dig into your already cold meal.

“The details! The beauty is in the details, my guy.” Your friend responds with a chuckle, which morphs into a worried smile “Don’t you think let it out is better than keeping it all in?”

“Well... I’ll think about the offer, but thanks anyways.” You smile at your friend. A bit mischievous, but a good person at heart. You know he only has your best intention in his mind, and you are grateful for it. But you are not about to ruin her image, it’s the least you can do for her, even if she betrayed you twice.

“Anyways, I got us tickets!” Your friend decides to change the subject, tapping something on his phone before showing you the image of 2 tickets on his hand. “For what, exactly?” You think you know what those tickets are for, but you pray to God that you are wrong, just this one time.

“For the Loona concert!”

Fuck.

You swear in your head. It’s bad enough that the news of their tour, and images of them circulating in twitter inadvertently got you thinking about her again, after all those years. Now attending a concert and seeing them live?

God knows what could happen.

“How did you even get your hands on this?” You ask purely out of curiosity as to how your friend managed to acquire the tickets. You know how fast these tickets sell out. “Heh, what can I say? Lady luck was on my side that day~” Your friend looks incredibly proud of himself.

“So… Who are you going with?” You ask, a futile attempt in hopes that you might not have to go. “You, of course.” You groan at his answer.

“Come on, I know you want to attend it. You’re Korean, for god’s sake!” Your friend beams at you. “Most people don’t even recognize me as a Korean.” You counter. “That’s because you grow your fucking hair and beard out. They look good on you by the way, paired with those glasses-” He does the typical chef’s kiss motion “but just saying.” Your friend nearly explodes, but in a playful way, as he points out your distinct changes.

“I get your point, and?”

“And it might be a nice chance to use your mother tongue again. You’ve been using English ever since you got here, and God bless you for being fluent in English because none of us know a lick of Korean, I just feel like it’s unfair for you.”

“You really don’t have to do that.” You smile lightly. Amongst the various coworkers you worked with when you first arrived, only this guy stuck with you through thick and thin, inadvertently ending up as your best friend… Still, he can’t replace her, but he is good to you, and you gratefully accept that. What you don’t want to accept is the tickets.

“But-”

���Nah ah, no buts! I already paid for the damn tickets; I can use it however I want. And I want you to go with me on that day, and that is final!” Your friend stares at you with his fake aggressiveness that you are oh so familiar already. And you know that he won’t budge at this point, no matter how much you say to him.

“Alright, you win. I’ll go with you.” You let out a light chuckle, to which your friend also smiles at you. “There we go, couldn’t you be like this earlier?”

“Shut up.” Both of you laugh at the banter while enjoying the rest of the lunch. You can’t help but feel dreaded at the notion of seeing her, or the girls again, but they might not recognize you with how much you’ve changed. Ignoring the dull pain in your heart at the thought of them not recognizing you, you still think that it would be for the best. You are not the same as you were back then.

Not anymore.

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“Yah! Yeojin! Sit back down, why are you jumping around??”

“I’m so hungry… Do we have anything to eat? Hey, are you listening to me?”

To say that the bus is chaotic would be an understatement.

In typical Loona fashion, the girls are completely turning the bus upside down with their shenanigans, like they have an endless reserve of energy. Well, most of them, anyways.

Sitting at the far back of the bus, Hyeju watches them silently. Per usual, Hyeju isn’t one to participate in the chaos as much as the others, but there’s another reason for this.

See, after the incident with you, it took Hyeju a long time to earn back the trust of the girls again, some longer than others. Thankfully the members gave Hyeju another chance, but things were never quite the same.

Like how cracks can still be seen on a fixed object.

Her mistake has left scars. Some deeper than others.

She then takes a glance at Heejin who is also not partaking in the chaos, but just looking outside the window with a blank stare. Heejin never really did forgive Hyeju. She only held in the anger inside of her for the sake of the others, but with observant eyes, it wasn’t hard to recognize Heejin was avoiding Hyeju.

And honestly, despite how hurtful it is, Hyeju can’t bring herself to be angry at Heejin for that.

You and Heejin were basically glued together.

She introduced you to the girls.

She was the one that was with you through thick and thin.

But in the end, she had to give up on him for Hyeju’s sake.

What did Hyeju do?

She betrayed you.

The reason why you decided to move abroad while cutting off any form of contact.

It’s been 3 years since then.

Hyeju sighs to herself, looking outside to the moving scenery. Three grueling years without you by her side, they say that you never know what you truly had until you lost it, Hyeju understands it fully, now that she lost you.

She never quite realized just how involved you were in her life, until you left. The apartment was never quite the same without you, without your warm touch, it lost its homely atmosphere, now it’s just a cold, empty room. Meals weren’t the same without your soft voice, humming and listening to each of her daily rants, the bed felt cold without your hug, pulling her in and reassuring her that you were always with her.

Why did she do it? Why did she betray you? Even after 3 years, that question still lingers in her mind, as a reminder of her own mistake. She simply took you for granted. After the first time, you were gracious enough to give her your full trust again. And she… She thought that she could get away with it as well. How could some instant gratification be compared with stability?

She was wrong, so, so wrong. She was wrong to even entertain that thought, to even meet up with that man, to be seduced by his mere words.

And that made her lose the dearest thing that she had.

You.

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Well, here you are.

Standing in front of the venue, instead of all the excitement that you should be feeling, all you can feel is impending doom or anxiety in short. You start to question yourself repeatedly, “is this a mistake? Should you turn back? Why are you even here-”

“Dude! Less thinking and more walking!” You feel a hand striking your back, nearly making you stumble onto the ground. You glare to the side at your friend, who is smirking at you.

“You’ll thank me for this one day, now let’s get going.” He pulls you to stand straight again, before pushing you into the venue.

“Here goes nothing, I guess.” You mumble, mostly to yourself to brace for what is to come. “See? You’re already speaking in Korean! I know you’re excited, you don’t have to hide it from me~”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You let out a sigh, starting to walk into the venue on your own without your friend pushing you. “Let’s head in, or else we might be stuck outside for a while.”

“I heard you, let’s go!” Your friend’s energy seems to remind you of a certain bunny, causing you to chuckle slightly.

The walk inside the venue is generally uneventful, if you ignore all the crazed fans with the merch gossiping among each other. As you do your best to ignore them, because everywhere you look, you see their damn faces.

On the shirts, printed on handheld fans, posters.

God, what in the actual fuck.

You thought you could handle this, seeing them again, but just the sight of them, of her, on the poster, already makes you feel sick to your stomach. Three years, three long years, and you are still haunted by the memories of that day. Three years without seeing them, three years of you, changing yourself in order to not be weak anymore. Yet just a picture of them, and the wall you’ve built so meticulously has already started to crumble slightly.

“Dude, you alright?” Your friend doesn’t miss the faint pained expression on your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok, my stomach is just a bit hurt, that’s all.” You harden your resolve once again before reassuring your friend with a slight smile. Your friend says nothing of the matter, but you feel his gaze on you as you both move to your seats on the inside of the stadium.

In an attempt to distract yourself from the fans and pictures, your eyes dart around other places, trying to find a safe haven where you don’t have to look at all the fans and pictures of the girls. You eventually find it, but you don’t know if it’s really a ‘safe haven’.

You spot a figure looking like a man, his black hoodies and jeans a stark contrast from the crowd. Given that you are also dark colored clothes, you can’t say anything about the man. But there’s just something about him, something that you can’t put your hands on, for some reason, he feels familiar.

“Dude, why are you staring at a stranger?” Your friend elbows you in the chest.

“… Nothing.” You disregard your uneasiness to get back to the matter on hand. “I just accidentally look at that direction.” Trying to play it off and walk off with your friend to find your place to watch.

“Pfft, yeah right.” Without looking, you can feel his eyes roll at you. “Let’s head inside before someone call the police on you for being a creep.” Silently, you take one last glance at the man in hoodie, before joining your friend at the seating area of the venue.

“This… Feels weird.” Mumbling to yourself, you look around the place. Now that you think about it, you rarely ever watch their performances from the audience’s point of view. Being a close friend to a certain bunny, and later, boyfriend of a certain wolf, you spend most of the time backstage with them, watching them either on the TV in the waiting room, or directly behind the backstage.

You never had the chance to watch from the audience due to your relationship with the girls, you were important to the members. A big brother, a drinking buddy, a listener, a friend, best friend even, and then boyfriend to her. They couldn’t let you stay in the audience during their performances.

Somewhere deep inside of you, you missed those days, days you spent with the girls, taking care of them and having fun with them, to be with the one you love, no, loved.

You find it hard for yourself to forgive her, you already did that once, after all. All the love and energy spent on her, to be reciprocated with betrayal. Not only once but twice. Who does that kind of thing? Who betrayed the trust of someone who loved them very dearly that easily?

The more these thoughts resurface, the more your heart ached. Not for her, but for the relationship that you lost because of her. How could you stay with the girls, now that your relationship with one of them is strained? They know her longer than they know you, so whose side are they going to take?

While you fall back into your deepest thoughts, you fail to recognize the venue’s light dimming, as screams begin to echo out from the fans. Only when you hear their voices do you awaken from your thoughts, to be greeted by the girls standing on stage, already performing the first song with the fans chanting along with the music.

You turn to the side, to also see your friend excitedly chanting along with his broken Korean, much to your amusement.

As for you, you were never one to like the crowd, so you just stayed seated, watching the performance with mixed feelings in your heart.

Your eyes soon glued onto her.

Your ex, the one you loved so much, but also the one who broke your heart into pieces. She seems to be doing ok, you thought. Her stage presence is much better than before, and so is her confidence. Despite projecting a cold image, she has always been somewhat timid behind the curtains. It took you many hours of encouragement and pep talks to give her the confidence boost she needed, and to see her like this… You can’t help but be proud, just a little bit.

Before your mind can start treading into forbidden memories, you turn to another person.

Your “Bunny”.

Well, you don’t think you have any right to call her that anymore, after all, it was you who cut her off when you moved overseas. Admittedly, it wasn’t right for you to just cut her off like that, when you and she have shared so many things together, the both of you going way, way back. But in your emotional state, you couldn’t bear to see or hear anything that would be remotely related to your ex. And so, in a fit of rage and depression, you changed your number, cutting off every relationship that you had in Korea, except for your family.

As the concert goes on, you barely pay any attention to the performance itself, too busy drowning yourself in your thoughts as you drift back and forth, in and out of your head, between happiness from seeing the girls again, to sadness that you’re seeing your ex again, to depression and guilt of you cutting them off from your life.

Before you even know it, the concert is nearing its end, with the girls doing the encore song while having fun on stage.

I don't need nobody to move my body

All me with no strings attached

I don't wanna be somebody who

Lets somebody hold me if they hold me back

I just wanna dance, dance

Dance on my own (dance on my own)

You can’t tell if there is a hidden message to this song or something, but you feel like this song just hit a little bit too close to home. Maybe that’s why you’ve been looping it a lot these days. And it’s hitting you hard right now, seeing that your ex is one of the people singing it on stage as well.

How ironic is that?

When she was the one that betrayed you and now singing that she can be by herself? You tighten your fists as tears start to gather in your eyes as rage and sadness begin to cloud your mind. How can she sing that so-

No.

Before you can go any further, you mentally restrain yourself. As expected, you’re losing control over your emotions because you can see the worried look on your friend’s face as he glances over to check up on you.

“Bathroom.” You manage to utter one word before standing up and leaving your seat, and your friend behind.

“Fuck.” You swear to yourself once you enter the bathroom. Making your way to the sink, you splash your face with water in some false hope of cooling down your mind. “Get it together.” You look at your drenched face in the mirror.

 “It’s almost done, just a little bit more.” You talk to yourself in the mirror, like some madman who’s off his meds. Luckily, no one is here to judge your weird behaviour.

After a few more minutes of talking to yourself, you gather enough courage to return to your seat. But right as you leave the bathroom, you see the man in black hoodie from earlier walking by.

Now, as any normal person would do, you are going to return to the seating area to calm down an undoubtedly very worried friend. But once again, your gut feeling is telling you that this guy is bad news. And your gut feelings are usually never wrong. After all, it was your gut feeling that made you suspicious of cheating in the first place.

So, you decide to trail behind the guy, lighten your steps in order not to make any sounds. The man just keeps walking forward, his steps heavy and hurried. He’s walking with a purpose, there was a destination in mind, and you can’t help but keep following him, all the way to the backstage area.

Seeing how the guy knows how to avoid security, your suspicions are confirmed by now, but for safe measure, you kept your distance from him.

Then you heard noises, more specifically, chatter and laughter. You can recognize their voices everywhere, even if you aren’t up to date with them anymore.

Oh no.

The man starts to pick up the pace after he hears the voice heading towards a fork in the hallway, prompting you to do the same. You see him pull something out from his hoodie’s pocket. You can’t see what it is, but it’s shiny, you start sprinting after the man now.

You’re catching up to him. But he’s also getting very close to the girls, their laughter can be heard closer and closer.

Faster.

Now’s the time that you put all the efforts you made in the gym to good use. With a short burst, you catch up to the guy, and promptly crash your shoulder into him, pushing him into the wall in front of the girls just as they arrive, earning screams and yells from them. But you can’t hear them.

With the collision, the both of you fall onto the ground, the object the man was carrying seconds before fall off his hand, landing on the ground. A pocketknife.

The man glares back at you, his hood already fallen, yelling “You motherfucker!” in fluent Korean, stunning you for a brief second.

Because, you know this man.

He was the one that Hyeju cheated on with.

That brief stun period is enough for him to land a kick in your face, before scrambling for the knife. Thankfully, the pain is enough to wake your senses up, leading you to get on your knees and lunge for the man, using your entire body weight to land onto him, before your arms quickly find their way around his neck, tightening the chokehold you have on him while he struggles to break free by bashing his elbows against your ribs.

You grind your teeth and tighten the hold even further, ensuring the man has no way to escape, before you feel him going limp on your arms, and you being pulled out someone, presumably the security.

Looking at the unconscious guy, you smile faintly to yourself, maybe those Jiujitsu classes weren’t that useless after all.

Everything immediately afterwards is somewhat of a blur to you, not to mention the adrenaline subsiding and the pain kicking in. The fact that you encounter not one, but the two people responsible for betraying your trust back then and in such a situation as well.

From what you can deduce, Hyeju probably cut contact with him out of guilt, and him being constantly denied contact probably drove him crazy. Looking at the unconscious guy again, you can’t help but let out a sigh. What can you say?

Karma’s a bitch.

Although you feel a tinge of relief learning that small piece of knowledge, you still don’t particularly feel like you are in the mood to answer some questions from the security.

But you are cautious enough not to stand near the girls though, in case they recognize you because they sure did recognize the other man, as evident by Hyeju’s trembling. As happy as you are to see the girls up close again, you don’t think your heart can take any more than this, so, you take what you can get.

After a brief question, you start to head back to the seating area, your head thinking of what excuse to use for your worried friend. Before you leave though, you hear the voice of the girls calling for you, and as much as you want to just ignore them, that would be too rude of you.

“Thank you so much for helping us, mister.” Haseul speaks up for the girls.

“It’s nothing, I just did what anyone else would do.” You smile lightly.

“But your glasses were broken because of it, was it not?” Indeed, your glasses were broken, but you don’t really need glasses to function day to day and you just want to get out of here as fast as possible.

“I can still see fine, so don’t worry Miss. Instead, I think you should focus on comforting your friend over there, she seems quite shaken, no?” Your attempt to divert the conversation is a success as all the girls turn to the shaken Hyeju, talking amongst themselves before heading back, not forgetting to give you a small bow when they leave.

Except for one person though.

“Oppa.”

Shit, of course it’s Heejin. That girl has always been observant when it comes to you. But that isn’t enough for you to give up.

Keeping up with the façade of not knowing Korean, you pretend to not hear it and just keep walking. You can hear her calling you “oppa” repeatedly again. But you aren’t going to stop. The moment you cut her off, you stop being best friends. Not anymore.

“Pooh, is that you?”

Pooh.

Such a stupid name.

Yet, you stop dead in your track at the mention of that name, no one has ever called you by that in years. It was from way back in their childhood. Something your parents lovingly call you due to your chubby figure back then. Something that Heejin also called you, joyful of having another ‘victim’ being called by a nickname, after gaining the ‘Bunny’ nickname from her parents. At least, all the way up to when you started dating Hyeju, at least.

That name should have stayed buried in the past. Why did she- No, the question here should be, how did she figure you out?

“You look surprised.” Standing frozen in the spot, you can see Heejin walks into your view from behind, smiling lightly. “Did you really think that, by growing out your hair and beard, and bulking up, that I would not recognize you?”

Her eyes look up to yours, and you can see the anger, the disappointment in her eyes, but also relief and genuine joy upon seeing her best friend again. “Was our friendship really that shallow to you, Pooh?”

Guiltily, you can’t bring yourself to face her directly, your eyes diverting from her face. You’d rather look at anything else than to see her right now, if not you feel like the wall that you’ve spent years building might not collapse on the spot.

“You don’t have to say anything.” She whispers. You can see streams of tears rolling down her cheek. Your heart hurt more at the notion of Heejin crying, especially because of you. “I’m glad that I got to see you again, even if it was for a moment.” You feel her hand resting on your cheek, gently caressing it with her thumb going along the grooves of your beard.

“My goodness, you’ve really changed, haven’t you.” A small chuckle. “Goodbye, Pooh.” As you feel your palm leaving your face, you can hear the crumbling of the walls surrounding your heart. Years of steeling yourself, but all it took was just a moment with Heejin to bring it down.

“Wait.” You utter, your hand grasping onto hers to prevent her from leaving. Before she can react, you pull her into a tight hug, whispering to her. “I’m sorry, Bunny. I’m sorry.”

Taken back by your action, Heejin seems to be silent.

One second passed by.

Two seconds.

And then you can feel her body trembling as her arms try their best to hug around your huge frame, her face buried into your shoulder as she lets out choked sobs.

“How could you leave us like that? Leave me like that?” She cries into your shoulder. “Was our time together not even worth it for you?” Her grip on you turns tighter. “How could you…”

Her words are like a knife piercing your heart, you know you’ve done something wrong to her and the others. So, all you can do is try to compensate for it. There’s no turning back now, Heejin would not let you leave if you don’t leave her your phone number, and the girls are going to know about this sooner or later.

The girls… Are you ready to face Hyeju again? After all this time?

You forcefully stop yourself from thinking further. That can be dealt with later. You have a crying bunny to appease.

-----

As expected, after a good 10 minutes of crying, Heejin gave you 2 options: either give her your number, or you follow her back to her hotel. Without any real options, you reluctantly give her your number, only then was she satisfied enough to let you leave.

After that, you had to deal with the situation that was your worried friend. Thankfully, he bought your excuse of being stuck in toilet due to constipation and the both of you part way after chatting for a bit.

Which brings you to right now: lying flat on your couch, physically and emotionally exhausted from the chaotic evening. You just want to take a long, long sleep now.

Before you can even drift off to sleep, your phone begins to ring nonstop. Looks like the night isn’t over yet.

“Hello?” You pick up the phone.

“You still awake?” You can hear Heejin’s voice from the other side.

“Yeah, thanks to a certain someone calling me.”

“Hehe~ Anyways, I’m only in the city for tomorrow before heading to our next destination, can we meet?” Despite performing for around 4 hours straight, you can still feel the energy in her voice. Unconsciously, you start to smile as well, infectious of her energy. Just like old times.

“Lucky for you, I have tomorrow off, so let me sleep for now and maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.” Despite losing contact for so long, the two of you still converse like nothing ever happened. Like you were never apart. Joking and teasing like the old times.

“You better show up, you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Go get some sleep Bunny, it’s been a long evening.”

“Mhmm, see you tomorrow, Pooh.” Again, with the nickname. You feel like you’ve already outgrown it. Even your parents don’t call you that name anymore, but Heejin keeps on using it, and you don’t know why.

“Goodnight.” Deciding that it’s been long enough, you hang up first, and without even moving to the bedroom, just lay on the couch until sleep takes you.

-----

“Ah, wait!” Heejin pouts, looking at her phone. “This guy, still hanging up like that, maybe he didn’t grow that much after all.” Even while complaining, Heejin still has a smile plastered on her face.

When you left them 3 years ago, cutting off all contact, she was devastated. In one night, she lost her best friend of 20+ years, and her crush. It was with the joint effort from the rest of Loona that she is still willing to co-exist with Hyeju.

Even as groupmates, she can never forgive Hyeju for what she has done to you. Who would she side with: a groupmate of a few years, or a best friend of 20+ years? Being an idol might be her dream work, but she would never abandon you.

Ever.

And now, after years of sulking and wallowing in depression, she’s met you again with a stroke of luck. Though she can tell that you have changed a lot throughout the years, something just can’t be changed. Like how you were willing to hurt yourself to save others. Heck, you just saved the girls this evening after all.

It’s regretful that she can’t stay here for long, but now having a way to contact with you again, she will make sure to make full use of it-

“Unnie?” She turns to the open door, being caught off guard while thinking to herself. She sees Hyeju standing just outside the door. “What do you need?” Despite her best effort, Heejin’s voice still comes off as quite cold, which is understandable.

“Just now, you were talking with oppa, weren’t you?” she asks with a bit of trembling in her voice. “And it was him who saved us this evening?”

Heejin scoffs, not wanting to let Hyeju figure anything out. “Just a friend, not him.”

“But you only called one person ‘Pooh’.

Heejin’s eyes widened at that. “How much did you listen?” Hyeju turns timid at her glare. “The- the whole thing…”

Heejin faces palms herself. “And what do you want?” She isn’t trying to hide the venom in her voice anymore. “You betrayed him, twice at that. What more do you possibly want to do to him?”

Gathering her courage, Hyeju looks back at Heejin defiantly. “I want to…”

A/N 2: teehee, here’s your 5k words xD

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ N S F W

guardian angel! KITA SHINSUKE who was tasked to watch over a particularly cruel girl. He's watched over nasty people before and made sure they were safe so he assumes you won't be a problem. This might be the first time that he's wrong.

You were good at being bad was the easiest way he could put it. You loved to stir trouble and cause havoc. You lacked remorse upon doing unlawful actions and always avoided getting the consequences of your actions. Kita was beyond a human being but damn he could use an Advil and some vodka right now.

"What is she up to this time?"

Kita rubbed the bridge of his nose. His job was to look over you and not force you to convert into becoming a religious woman. However, he can't help but think that things would've been easier if you were a bit nicer.

You were smoking with your friends and laughing while Kita watched over you with a deadpan expression. One of your friends were high as a kite when they asked you a question.

"Do y'all think guardian angels exist?"

Kita couldn't help but be curious about what your answer will be. You laughed.

"What kind of stupid question is that?"

"Dunno, I mean you've been into a lot of shit but you're still in one piece"

Your friend made a fair point and it's all thanks to Kita that you're still in one piece. You may be bad but he'll be damned if he lets you get harmed.

"Nah, I'm just born lucky"

You cackled. Kita thinks you're ridiculous. He watches you until you get home safely. As you fell asleep under the covers, he flies down to your sleeping figure. As he silently mutters a prayer, he's startled but your wide pair of eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Kita just stays silent as you blink rapidly, taking in the heavenly features of Kita Shinsuke. His wings were glowing and golden, his face was beautiful and his sculpted body hidden under a white robe just made your clench your thighs.

This was bad, you weren't supposed to see him. You squint your eyes at him and pointed.

"Are you supposed to be my guardian angel?"

"Unfortunately, yes"

You hummed at his reply. You sit up and traced your finger on his jawline.

"Are you sure? You don't look like those biblically accurate angels"

"There are different kinds of angels"

"Yeah, but you look hot as a devil"

Kita gulped you pressed yourself against his body. He knows he shouldn't but something about your touch was intoxicating.

"How do I know if you're really an ange?"

"Are the wings not convincing enough?"

"You have to do better than that. C'mon, make me believe"

And made you believe he did because he just managed to make you cum more than five times with his fingers alone. Kita should be embarrassed with the way he's aroused by the sound your desperate moans, the way your eyes rolled back when he abuses your clit, the smell of your sweat mixing with your perfume, and the taste of your cum when he licks it off his fingers.

"More, I want more"

"Do ya think ya deserve it? For all I know you've been nothin' but a bad girl"

"No! M'not, I'm nice please, just want your cock"

You whimpered desperately and tugged at his robe. He wanted to do God's work by punishing you first and making you admit for your sins.

"You have to ask for forgiveness and promise to be a good girl"

"Pleeease! M'sorry! I'll be good!"

Kita slaps your pussy making you yelp and moan at the same time. You were full onsobbing and begging to get dicked down so bad by your guardian angel.

"How am I going to know you ain't lyin'?"

"I'll stop being a bad girl and-hiccup-pray every day and got church! Just please gimme your cock!"

Honestly, Kita couldn't care less if you went to church and become a devoted christian. Knowing he has power over you was enough to think he can keep you in line. When his enormous cock slaps your tummy, you looked at him, eyes wide and watery.

"Think ya can take me, angel?"

*runs away giggling*

[styeji]

HWANG YEJI | FETISH.

hwang yeji x fem!reader

cw: smut, oral (r!receiving), hickeys, exes to lovers.

summary: was it necessary to stay in the same friend group as your ex?

word count: 828

you sighed, as you kept distracting yourself from your own thoughts. you and your ex shared the same friend group and they suggested you two to try make it work as friends and you both agreed, just not to make them uncomfortable. “uhm, y/n, can you pass the menu, please?” you hear your ex say, who sat right in front of you. snapping out from your thoughts, you pass the menu, but her fingers brush over yours, as yeji looks straight in your eyes.

you quickly look away, you hurriedly stand up to go to the bathroom. closing the door behind you, you wash your hands in cold water, to at least try to come to your senses. let’s just say that nothing changed after several months from your breakup. it’s just that yeji became even more beautiful or you never stopped loving her? you shake your head to get rid of those thoughts, leaving the bathroom.

yeji felt uneasy around you. you two broke up on a not so good note, many words that were not spoken that day. if she only had a chance to talk to you, “what takes y/n so long?” yeji asked, sighing out because the food was already served. ryujin smirked, “why you asking? already miss her? lovebirds.” she said, receiving a smack from older girl, right when you returned to them.

“oh, you gotta be kidding me.” you were hundred per cent sure that your friends made that up. yeji looked at you, watching your reaction. how even you could get your ex as your roommate? you prayed for at least two beds in room, because if it’s just a king size bed…

yeji felt uncomfortable with this silence while you just silently stared at the king size bed. older girl spoke, “listen, i can move to one of girls’ room-“ you sighed.

maybe, deep down, you still wanted to keep yeji close to you but how you ended things between you…

“no, no need, i just… overreacting. i guess…” you said as you sat down on the bed. yeji couldn’t help but just look at you, “i'm sorry for how it ended." you hear yeji say as you quickly look up at her. she’s standing right in front of you, looking at you apologetically. she’s almost apologising silently for everything she did in the past that made her lose you. she’s not that type of people that can easily talk about their feelings, so you understand her.

"i'm sorry that it ended at all." you say, nervously biting your lip. being friends with your ex does never going to work out for both of you. you spaced out, lost in your own thoughts when yeji softly, almost scared, placed her hand over yours, drawing your attention to her. “i’m really sorry, you know? i just… can’t deny that i still feel being drawn to you and-“ you roll your eyes, pulling yeji’s face closer to yours with your hands. “being back in your arms is everything i wished for since we broke up.” you whisper, your eyes looking at her lips.

it all happens quickly, you don’t quite remember how yeji made you sit on her lap, her soft lips leaving hickeys on your neck and collarbones, as her hands were all over your body, “people called me crazy for letting you get away. and they were right.” you say between deep breaths, you quickly part away with older woman, taking off her clothes, oh how much you missed her and her body.

you feel like you’re almost in some sort of dream, everything you need right now is yeji, that squeezes your thighs and lowers her mouth to you. “oh my god, yeji…” you whine, not even trying to muffle loud moan that came out of your mouth when you felt yeji’s tongue on your clit. she keeps you in your place, her nails surely will leave marks on your thighs but that’s the last thing you think about now.

she gives you a long lick, making you arch your back and gasp, “fuck, yeji!” you moan her name, feeling that you’re already close to your high. it’s almost embarrassing how you quickly turn on when yeji barely touches you and embarrassing how quick she can make you cum undone. older woman swirls her tongue across your throbbing clit and sucking, her hand goes to her pussy, chasing her own release. yeji doesn’t take off her eyes of you, as she keeps work on you, until you scream her name, as your orgasm begins to wash over you, your hold on bedsheets tighten. yeji follows suit, she moans when she feels her own orgasm, letting you ride out your high.

the room is quiet. yeji, out of breath lay beside you, you both look at each other and you smile softly at her. “do you still have place for me in your life?” yeji’s feline eyes squinting, looking at you, “of course, i will never let you go again.”

[thotsforvillainrights]

Shigaraki smut headcanons? Sorry if you've already done this, I just love crusty boi. (　＾ω＾)

(You're fine, Anon! It's one of those cases where it FEELS like it's been done but probably hasn't lol. I went and checked the new and old masterlist and couldn't find anything. Now's my chance to add it to the collection ^_^)

~Shigaraki Smut Headcanons~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-Really would like to say he's a freak in bed but I don't think he's all that wild...at least not at first. I feel like he has a lot of love to give when he opens himself up for it. There's not really much lust between the two of you at first (not on his end at least). His walls are up really high and for a while he starts to feel really guilty about developing feelings for you. He's not sure if he deserves to have love given to him, or to give love to others. All his life he's been focused on what he hates and not enough on what he could love. When you come along, he's filled with anger at the fact you were able to get to him so easily.

-He can't deny any longer that he has feelings for you. When you try to reciprocate these feelings then it becomes complex. He's not letting you in as easily. He prays at night that you give up on him, that you leave for your own good. At the same time he wants to open himself up to you but he just doesn't know how. When he finally decides to let himself go and feel for once in his life, it becomes likely the most beautiful and simultaneously terrifying experience he's had. When you say you love him, it's invigorating. When you touch him...touch his skin of all people, he feels special. He feels confused all at the same time. Why would you chose him?

-He's scared at first to talk about you, to feel pride out loud. he's scared he'll somehow jinx things and that he'll wind up hurting or even worse is that he'll wind up hurting you instead. It's not just the mental hurt he's worried about either. It's the pysical hurt and the crushing idea that he might slip up and you'll be gone forever. Even with gloves as a precaution, he's still not up to the idea of touching you. Why should he when he doesn't deserve to touch you anyway? A demon with an angel like you? What a cruel and disgusting joke. Don't you know if he were to mess up then you'd be nothing more than a pile of ash and memories? You don't care. You want his touch, his hugs and kisses. And just like always, he's weak to deny you. He gives up and cautiously inches into the next phase of your relationship.

-When the sex finally comes into play, he feels a bit overwhelmed. Understandably you should come to expect him not lasting very long for the first few times. Can you blame him? You're something akin to a sinful pool of gold and he's strong enough to hold back. He's focusing all his energy on making you feel good, keeping a handle on his quirk, and trying not to hurt you all at the same time. Your sex brings fireworks out. His vision gets spotty once before and leave him wondering if he might pass out. He's breathless, his skin damp with sweat and his legs weak...shaking from your activities together. He's quiet but you can still hear him making sound just for you. It's all for you.

-Because he won't focus on his own pleasure, you end up taking the reigns in that department. It takes some time for him to settle down and accept that you actually WANT to make him feel good instead. Of course you do, why wouldn't you want to return the favor? He can't grasp the concept at first. That's okay, he didn't need to think too hard. Just lay back and let you handle it yes?

-His drive doesn't seem to be that high, nor too low. If anything, he's a perfect in-between, matching your pace perfectly. He's moldable like clay for you. He'll fold and bend at your will but he also remains understanding of his own needs and preferences as well. I think maybe later on in the relationship you can see him getting a little rougher in bed. Of course at your request, he learns the ins and outs of it. Shigaraki after gaining a power-up shows a considerable difference in the ways he goes about things but that's a story for a different time.

[coolspork]

I think one of the most heartbreaking things about the genocide in Gaza is that all the videos of people mourning and holding their loved ones wrapped in sheets and talking to social media and interviewers begging for their family and friends back is that the reaction burning in the back of my mind is to get the cameras out of their faces and let them mourn let them process, but we can't. If the cameras stop and turn away it's over. The fact that we have to record children crying that if their parents come back they promise to behave, people curled up on the gurneys silently holding bloody bodies wrapped in white, or else the world will just turn away and let them be wiped off the planet is absolutely abhorrent. The fact that the only way to keep aid and support for them going is to record moments that no one should ever be forced to share is so abysmally disheartening.

I'm a secular Jew but there's a part of me that prays to something that these people are given the time and space they deserve when there is a world that is safe for them. I can't stop thinking about how I have processed grief and how even in the best of circumstances it still felt like I was helpless while something inside me was thrashing and splitting me open and swallowing me whole, and I can't stop thinking about how it must feel to try and process that when you're fleeing for your life with entire families disappearing around you and to have someone on the other side of the world sitting in their safe, comfortable home see you grieving and try to tell you that you're a liar or that you deserved it or that you are a terrorist. It's fucking unfathomable and yet millions of people in Gaza are living it every day.

I see people around me side with right wing extremists and fascists just because someone told them opposing Israel is antisemitic and day after day post videos made by colonizers on "why palestinians are homophobic" and stupid pointless bullshit like that when entire families are dying just a few miles away from them. Pinkwashing, greenwashing, sitting in your pristine house trying to convince people that those children somehow deserved it. The amount of beautiful art I've seen because someone made a tribute video to a victim, knowing no more of it will be made, the videos of childrens birthday parties just a few months ago knowing they had their whole lives ahead of them, and someone somewhere is currently recording another condescending tiktok about why these people deserved to be erased.

I can't afford healthcare because my government is using that money to help erase an entire culture and people are still defending that choice. The fact that it's even up for debate is disgusting

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

[monstercampus]

Ellie help I have werewolf brain rot and Kirk has been living in my mind rent free the past few nights 😩 please tell me more about him, does he have a secret soft side or is being mean his love language and you know he cares about you if he's giving you a hard time? Why does he live in a dorm by himself? Where is he on the possessive scale? Honestly just tell me everything you know about him so I can simp to the best of my ability 🥺😫🙏

And actually while I'm here, anything about Elliott or Julian would also be tasty 👀👀👀 forgive me for the werewolf team fic altered my brain chemistry and I may never be the same

absolutely !! !!!!! i am at your mercy uwu <33 (this is mostly stream of consciousness so if u want more i am READY)

(cws: kirk being a sap + lore)

Kirk is very much that way--giving you a hard time is generally how he shows he cares about you. He's only truly mean to those he doesn't care about, and trust that there is a difference even when you get frustrated over his attitude in the beginning. He didn't grow up with a lot of love in his household so it's really not his area of expertise, he never really learned how to show it and only started experiencing affection when he joined the pack and made friends with all the other werewolves. Being snuggled, having his hair stroked instead of pulled, listening to his friends talk about him being handsome and smart even if he's got a shitty attitude.....it's weird to him. He doesn't hate it deep down, but he hates how it makes him feel vulnerable when he doesn't want to be.

'Vulnerable' is barely even in his vocabulary, which is why he comes at you with so much heat at first. He'd been hoping and praying that you two could boink, have a good time, and then you would pretend like it never happened so he wouldn't have to face any of those feelings he has when he looks at you. But when you don't, and when you're just so sweet, Kirk can't handle it and has to revert to what he knows: being a dick. Not nearly to the extent of how he is with other people, but just enough to keep you at arm's length in his constant fear that you're gonna end up making him feel like he isn't totally worthless. Because what would he do then? He's accepted the role of being an irredeemable, raging douchebag for pretty much all his life. He's got an attitude, his temper is awful, he doesn't consider himself that good-looking, he's got some of the worst grades out of the whole pack, he fixates on things and lets them consume all his thoughts, and he hasn't even got any palate to boot and will eat just about anything, even if it's on the verge of spoiling. He's total garbage and he's friends with a pack of people that couldn't be more perfect; Julian is incredibly charming, Portia's practically a genius, Nick is insanely handsome, Elliott is so gentle and really funny, Priam is a total sweetheart and Athos is the pinnacle of cool in his eyes. How could he even think of measuring up to all that, much less stick out among the rest and prove he's worth even a little bit of your love?

That may be the most frustrating part about Kirk--he can be the prickliest guy you know and he would die before he ever says those things out loud, but he seriously admires his friends and you yet he has little to no belief in himself. Granted, growing up he would've gotten his ass beat for showing that kind of weakness, so it's still deeply ingrained in him as an adult--especially since the pack are pretty much the first friends he's ever made on his own. And at his core, he's jealous. Jealous of them and their nice families, jealous of how well they all turned out despite going through their own struggles, jealous of how easy it is for them to be open when he's terrified of people finding out he's bi, jealous of you for being so brave and so beautiful in equal measure....so that's why the best thing he can do--in his own opinion of course--is to be your collective guard dog.

After all, Kirk isn't afraid to bite. His instincts are hard to control in his human form, could you even imagine how feral he can get when he's full wolf, or even just close to the full moon? If anything it's what he's good at; hunting, beating ass, and taking a punch. If he can't be as good as you and the others deserve, the least he can do is make sure that sweetness and the goodness of your souls isn't ever dominated by someone else. He'll spill blood, he doesn't care. He would even get suspended if it came to that, expelled, arrested, whatever it takes and he'll let the chips fall where they may. You'll know his love for you is real when he starts acting protective over you, not only when other people try to bother you but as far as your daily needs as well. Have you eaten properly? Are you thirsty? Do you need to sleep? When's the last time you stretched? He acts like it's a favour he's doing for you, like you're a little wolf that needs caring after, but in truth it settles his own self-doubts and makes him happier knowing that he's doing something for you--that he's taking care of you like a mate would, and when you smile at him or thank him for his help he just melts. He would do anything to keep hold of that smile.

.....Which is why he's got a plan in his head for after graduation. He and Nick are the oldest and thus are going to graduate first of all of you, so once that's over and done with he's got plans to start building a place for you all to properly call 'home'. It's nothing crazy--just a cabin in the woods--but if there's one thing he can confidently say he's good at it's woodworking, and he's sketched out the designs to make it everything you could ever want.

Personal rooms for you, him, and Portia who has trouble falling asleep when it's noisy. A big living room with enough sofas to fit you all. Polished oak walls like Julian grew up with and always wanted to see again. A bathtub big enough to fit Nicky's giant, muscly legs without spilling over. Tables and chairs to fit everyone and more, to fit all the family gatherings and maybe even the pups you might have one day. A garden out back where he'll plant those ugly little flowers Elliott loves. Trees and greenery around where they can run and hunt and play during the full moon, totally obscured by the rest of the world. A big fucking chandelier in the dining room to intimidate any friends you bring over that think they're hot enough shit to snatch you. It's gonna be perfect, it's gonna be the one thing he can say he's proud of in practically his whole life. It'll be a gift to all of you for putting up with his assholery for so damn long, for sticking with him even when he couldn't find a single reason why you should.

That's the kind of love Kirk shows. Words don't mean much to him--actions and acts of service are how he expresses his affections, because it's much simpler for him to put work into something he can touch and measure and paint rather than throw some flimsy words around and call it love. Plus, one of the reasons why he lives in his own dorm is because his downtime is incredibly important to him. Usually he would request a private one-bedroom apartment, but this year he was assigned roommates that he very quickly drove away with his annoying habits almost entirely on purpose. If he's not comfortable with someone, then like hell is he going to share an intimate living space with them--and after a long day he just needs time to be completely alone. He has to think, work on his projects, exercise, chew on something, and have no prying eyes around that will impede his progress in trying to figure out how the hell he can try to make himself worthy of being loved by you. A dumb, violent wolf reaching to grab the very moon from the sky.

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Earrings – One-shot

Pairing — Childe x gn!reader

Summary — Could you return the piece of his soul please?

Warnings/tags — gender neutral reader, pronouns aren't used; SFW; Angsty thoughts; hurt to comfort; angst with happy ending

Author's Note — melancholic, poetical thoughts from 3AM. I hope it's understandable! Love my boy Childe <3

Word count — 0.8k

"Why are you leaving?" Childe whispered as the early dawn's cold wind cut into his core. He hugged himself, it wasn't a good idea to step outside into the Snezhnayan cold dawn with only his pants on. 

 

"I have to." You answered, not even looking back. Your eyes were fixated on the red and orange horizon, and your back faced him. You snuffled, the weather sent shivers down your spine, even if you were fully clothed. 

 

"Will I ever see you again?" Childe asked, his voice trembling. You couldn't decide whether it was because of the chilly weather or because of you. 

 

"I hope so." You nodded.

 

Childe knew the day would come sooner or later. He knew you'd leave, you were like a bird who always flew away then came back. You were his bird, his little, precious bird, but he knew he couldn't keep you in a cage. Your soul was free, and you always took a piece from his whenever you left. He could only pray and hope you'd give him back that part of his soul in one piece. 

 

***

 

He could only pray and hope. But was it worth it? Until next summer, he would count the days until he saw you again. He would watch the street every day, hoping he would spot you. He would light a candle in his window, hoping you would see it and find a way back to him. He would cling onto the last strings of hope, maybe you just had to stay longer. Maybe you'll still come back, even if the summer slowly slips out of his hands. Maybe you didn't forget him, and maybe you returned half of his soul on the last day of summer – when you usually leave him.

 

***

 

Childe sometimes forgets about you. He slowly changed his habits. He would not watch the street, hoping his little bird would come back to him. He would not light a candle. He sometimes found himself forgetting you. He found himself wondering what would happen if he finally let go of false hope. 

 

He loved you, he surely did. He loved you with all his heart, but sometimes he forgot about it. He forgot that you spent nights with him on Snezhnayan summer nights, he forgot your kisses on his neck, he forgot that you existed.

 

He grew up. And in his memories, you were a faint fairytale. Like a long-heard fairytale, a faint memory of a bedtime story. A bittersweet story to wonder about on his sleepless nights. 

 

***

 

He wandered around Liyue Harbor. He kept watching people, it was his favorite thing to do when he was bored. He kept watching what they did and how they acted. Sometimes his heart ached when he saw a lovely couple. Whether they had dinner together or held hands while watching the sunset above the endless sea, he was jealous. He was jealous because whenever he imagined himself in the picture, you were with him. This time, he remembered everything. Your beautiful features, your sweet laugh, your care for him, you.

 

You sat on a bench, alone. You watched the red and orange colors have fun above the blue sea. They reminded you of him. His fluffy orange locks form a crown on his head, above the deep blue, shining eyes. Oh, those eyes. They always watched you, and they always noticed if your attitude changed. They watched over you, they admired you in every way possible. 

 

"You didn't return." You heard a melancholic voice behind you. You could recognize this voice for a lifetime. You could recognize this voice in every life of yours if there were others like it.

 

"I couldn't." You answered, keeping your eyes on the sunset. You wished you could give a good reason, but you couldn't form words, let alone think. 

 

"You left me." Childe sounded disappointed. He had every right to be disappointed in you. You didn't blame him, he was right. You left him and didn't return to him. You didn't appear on the street he always watched, and you didn't follow the candle's light he had in his window. 

 

"I'm sorry." You muttered. It felt like a dream. You two had so much to say, but you both chose not to say anything. You stayed silent as you reached up to your right ear. "This belongs to you."

 

You held the earring in your palm, offering it to him beside you. You didn't look up at him, you stubbornly kept your eyes on the sunset. It was the earring you got from Childe when you first left him. It was the piece of his soul that you didn't return to him. 

 

Childe often wondered if he wanted to take that part of his soul back from you. He was often angry that you took it, he wanted to snatch it back from you. He was often sad that you took it, he wanted to get it back so he could see you again when you returned it.

 

Childe gently closed your fingers on your palm with the earring on it. He sighed, glancing at the sunset. 

 

"You can keep it."