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[inkykeiji]

licking his horns as we speak actually

[flyingspicerack]

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[last-starry-sky]

Simon constantly teases you about how short/small you are. It upsets you, makes you feel singled out, weak, incompetent. Turns out he’s just dying to know how well you can fit him, how big his cock would look next to your hands and feet. Won’t shut up about it during sex either. A dash of mean Simon + his untapped size kink

eeeeee im gonnafuckining explode OKAY FOR REAL I WAS DYING WHEN I SAW THIS. thank u, beautiful, patient anon, for blessing me with this prompt!! I hope I did it justice!

ghost x petite!f!military!reader

(MDNI - NSFW uhhhh grossly inaccurate military stuff, creeper, bully simon :), i’m using “petite” as in “shorter and smaller than the average woman” trying to keep everything as open and vague as possible, oral, deep throating, ghost has a raging size kink, unprotected piv, also this is LONG (5.6k) 💀 i'm sorry!!! skip to the end for smut if that's all you want!❤️) 

It’s been the same fucking comments from your lieutenant all week. Day in, day out and it’s starting to wear a sore spot into your hardened skin. 

“Muzzle up. Arms tired already? ‘s a big rifle for someone your size to carry.”

“Keep pace with the group. Your short legs aren’t their problem.”

“Shoulders back! Chest out! Some’ve y’ need all the height you can get!”

All you can do is grit out a “yes, sir” or “no, sir” and push yourself even harder to keep up with the taller and stronger men and women around you. The massive Brit in charge is running your training group. While you expected this to be hard (your CO hadn’t been mincing words when he pitched it as “advanced”) but you never expected this. 

First of all, from the very beginning, he seemed to have a problem with you. Only you. There were a handful of women in the group, but you were unfortunately the shortest and smallest. Not that it bothered you. You’d spent your whole life this size. You were used to it. It was everyone else, especially the wanna-be, alpha males that flocked to the military like flies, that gave you grief over it.

The second you all lined up off the transport, you could feel his eyes on you. You tried not to stare back while the other Brit, Captain Price, gave a short introductory talk. You hadn’t heard a word of it. He stood there, flanking the captain, in a black, skin tight t shirt, with his obscenely muscled arms crossed over his ridiculously broad chest. A buzzing filled your ears as his black eyes bored into you. His stare so hot and heavy it made you sweat. His eyes were all of his face that he left uncovered, the rest was hidden by a skull mask and balaclava. You tried to ignore him, but you swore you saw the ink on his arm flexing as the captain introduced him: Lt. Ghost.

From the first training exercise, a simple one on one spar, he pulled you of all people from the women’s group to demonstrate on. What could you do? Refuse? He had at least a foot and close to one hundred pounds of muscle on you. You tried not to shake as you squared up at the opposite end of the mat. 

He told you to rush him, to “show him what you got”. Well, you tried. Once he gave signal to start, all you could do was try to fake him out. You ran at him before quickly darting to the side, trying to get behind him using your short stature to your advantage. Unfortunately for you, he was crazy agile for a large guy. He pivoted on his foot, watching you as you tried to fade to his left. You steeled yourself when he caged you in his arms, sweeping your feet off the mat. Your world was a blur until he slammed you roughly down onto the mat. Your breath was knocked from you, your vision spinning. You heard the crowd around you let out a collective “OH”. It took you a moment to realize he had you pinned. Your legs and hands held painfully down with his own. 

“‘sat all y’ got? Givin’ up already?” he grunted out with a gravely laugh while he stared down at you. He leaned down until his chest was pressed to yours, that stupid mask just grazing your face. “Or y’ got some fight left in y’? 

Hell yeah you still had some fight in you. You managed to slip out one leg from under him, jamming your knee quickly into his side. A kidney hit was dirty, you knew that. You wouldn’t dream of doing it in a normal spar, against an evenly matched partner, but he deserved it for picking on you; for picking a woman when he could have easily dominated any of the men in the room. He reacted exactly as you expected: crumpling forward in pain. You didn’t waste a second pulling your hands and legs from his grip. Another cry rang out from the crowd when you rolled out from under him, ready to jump on his back and make the pin.

“Olright, olright,” he said rubbing at his side, sitting up with a grunt before you could pin him. “I yield, y’ cheatin’ lil’ git. Next up.” 

He pointed at one of the other soldiers to come forward and take your place. The man gave you a fist bump as you left the mat and you told him “good luck”. You knew he would need it. When you turned around you saw that Ghost’s gaze had never left you. 

-

You walked back to base on Friday with your blood boiling, failure weighing heavy on your psyche after a long, hot afternoon of sniper training. You had given all you could; had put up with extra hard, extra long training, with comment after comment about your size and strength. 

Shorty. Shrimp. Rifle looks like it weights more than you. Gonna manage that?

Up early, in late everyday, almost too tired to eat and shower by the end. You had a mind to march right into Price’s office and tell him you were leaving that night. You’d made it a week, that was good enough for you. You would rather face hell from your CO back home than endure another hour of this. The second you sat down on your bunk, however, you passed out.

The exhaustion must have snapped something in your brain. You woke up a few hours later groggy and sweaty, your bunk mate snoring away. You were half on your bed with your feet still in your boots. You rolled onto your back with a groan, wiping the dried tears and dust from your cheeks. 

You let your weak arms fall over your face. You felt pathetic. You honestly wanted to just lay on your thin mattress and cry in the dark until the day started. Another day of enduring that British cunt with a superiority complex calling you short and weak, of singling you out in front of your peers, of making you question your career up to this point. He was eroding the very core of your person at this point, and you didn’t know how much long you could take it. 

You let out a sigh and, with more than a little effort, pull your sore, battered body out of bed. What you really needed was to shower, to think this out, and then find Captain Price to talk. No good would come from rushing into a decision in this state. 

You enjoyed your shower. It was nice to have all of the hot water and the whole communal space to yourself. You took your time getting dressed back into your rumbled clothes in the empty locker room. Nothing but the sound of dripping water echoing off the tile around you. 

Leaving the showers, you looked up and down the bare corridors, only enough of the overhead fluorescents left on to avoid a safety hazard. Your hair dripped onto your shoulders while you stood in the center of the hall. Price’s office had to be somewhere around here.

You wandered out of the barracks, down hall after hall of the same, painted block walls and plain tile floors, until you started seeing name plates posted haphazardly on the wooden doors. Your eyes wandered from door to door until you found what you were looking for: a sheet of 8.5x11 paper taped crookedly outside an office with Cpt. Price scrawled across the middle.

You let out a sigh of relief as you brought up your hand to knock on the door. It was almost over. The captain seemed like a reasonable man. He would surely be willing to listen to you, maybe give you some sound advice on whether you were actually cut out for this level of training. Before your hand could land on the door, a gloved hand came out from the shadows of the hall in front of you to rest above yours.

“What’re you doin’ here?” he whispered harshly.

You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. You closed your eyes in annoyance, balling your hands at your sides. Of fucking course he was here. Right at the last hurdle. Right before you could seek relief from a superior, his superior too. You let out a long breath through your nose before you opened your eyes to face him.

“I came to talk to Captain-” you started speaking with a wavering voice before he cut you off.

“Not in. Not yet, at least. Had a long night.” 

He leaned against the door, starting down at you again. God, he fucking annoyed you. You’d never had a CO that frayed at your nerves like he did. How dare he come off so cool, gripping his oversized biceps with his stupid skeleton gloves. 

You stepped back from the door. “I’ll come back when he’s in then. Sorry-”

“Can help you if you need somethin’” he interrupted you again, casually canting his hips forward, moving his hand to the door handle. 

You shook you head. While you really wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you would prefer not ending this with a disciplinary, so you bit your tongue. 

“I don’t need anything from you,” you answered with just a bit of venom.

He heard it, you were sure of it. He clicked the door open, letting it fall open to reveal the dark room inside. 

“No. I think you do, small-stuff.” When you didn’t make a move, just let another angry breath out your nose and furrow your brow deeper, he shifted to the side and pointed inside the room. “In. Now. That’s an order.”

You clenched your teeth and did as you were told. Not that you had an option now. 

-

You walked up to the desk at the back of the room. Price sure did keep his office in a state. Papers and folders were piled across his desk. A landline phone and old desktop computer were shoved to either corner of the desk. More folders and binders piled over the keyboard and hid the keypad of the phone. You heard Ghost’s boots squeak lightly on the tile behind you, then the door shut with a click. Another, soft click followed. He flipped the light switch, illuminating the spot right above you with hazy, yellow light. 

You turned to face the man who’d gone out of his way to made himself your nemesis for the past week. He silently sauntered up to you, stopping behind one of the chairs in front of the desk. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest and tried to make your face placid while he pulled the chair out. He took a seat, well, he tried too. He could barely fit his massive fame in the little chair. It groaned underneath him as he mirrored your pose, arms crossed and legs spread. 

You sat silently staring at each other before he asked, “Well?” with a roll of his shoulders. 

You picked over your words, trying to detangle everything you had thought up in the shower. Ghost bouncing his knee pulled you back to reality. It was like the threatening hiss of a rattlesnake's tail. Better to just get it out than keep him waiting.

“Do you have a problem with me?” you squeaked out, eyes on you boots. The direct route it was, then. 

“What?” he asked, confused.

You looked up at him, exhausted, eyes pleading. “Look, I know I’m short and not as strong as the other guys . . . especially the guys, but the way you talk to me-”

“Don’t have a problem with y’,” he said throwing his arm across the back of the chair, readjusting while he raked his eyes up and down your frumpy form. Probably looking for something to complain about. “If’m bein’ honest-” he started before cutting himself off and turning his head. 

You uncrossed your arms, letting them fall to your sides. “What . . .” you questioned, gesturing with your hands in front of you. “Then why do you-”

He jiggled his knee a few more times before turning back to face you. “Little thing like you,” he said darkly, so deep and low you almost didn’t hear it. He clenched his fingers on his pants as he cleared his throat. “You keep up with the rest’ve ‘em well enough. Ain’t got a problem.”

“Little thing,” you whispered, repeating him sarcastically. 

Ghost groaned at that. Honest to god groaned in front of you, sending a shiver up your spine. You froze as his heavy eyes found their way back to you. 

“Yeah. You sure are,” he said scraping his fingers down his pants. “Spunky, too. Used t’ fightin’ for your place. Like that. Makes me wonder-” he trailed off as his large eyes wandered down from your face to your chest. 

You were shocked. No way. You had to be misinterpreting this. Maybe you were still sunstroked from yesterday, because there was no way you were reading him correctly. 

“Wonder what?” you piped, blush pinching at your cheeks.

“Wonder . . .” he said rocking his head back and forth, trying to tie a sentence together. “Wonder if y’ can be sweet, too.” He let you stew in wide-eyed disbelief for a moment as he gestured at you. “Wonder what you look like underneath all that.” Your stomach clenched as he tilted his hips forward, spreading his legs wider, to palm is cock through his pants. “Wonder if it matches what I’ve imagined.”

You would be lying if it was just your stomach clenching after that shameless display.

It was crazy how it all made sense now. The constant attention. The names. You thought he was being overly hard on you, picking at you, trying to get you to drop out. You rubbed a hand over your heated face. He was a grown man (a large one, too) that was acting like a little boy with a worm on a stick, chasing the girl he liked around the playground. You thought he hated you and all this time he was actually getting off to you. You felt like an absolute moron. 

“Doesn’t have t’ leave this room. If you’re interested,” he said in that deep gravel, still trying to keep himself together. 

You let him sit in silence for a long, tortuous, moment. 

“And if I’m not?” you finally asked. 

He nodded to the door behind him with his head. “Then leave. Talk t’ Price in the morning. No harm.”

“No foul,” you finished his phrase, running your fingers over your bottom lip. 

Silence hung between you for a hot moment in the cold, stale air of the office. You had a hard time believing he would just let you go at this point. Not that you planned to, the danger intrigued you too much to walk away. This line of work had made you a wholly different animal, it’s why you were here. You ran into war zones, battlefields, hostage negotiations, the places others couldn’t run out of fast enough. You’d been dealing with the people that most couldn’t stomach, the ones that couldn’t function in civilian society, for so long that they had worn a place under your skin. This lieutenant, Ghost, he had been in this just as long, if not longer, than you. He had to feel the same. Fuck, he had be worse.     

“What . . . what do you want?” you finally managed to ramble out. 

He let out a rough hum of satisfaction. You hated how you responded to it. You rolled your thighs together and, fuck, you were wet. You let out a small, shuddering breath. You’d gone a week with no praise, no kindness, and now here he was, the big, bully Brit who’d made your life hell practically purring over you. 

He trained his hungry eyes on you and motioned up with a flick of his fingers. “Wanna see ‘em. Don’t even have’t take your shirt off.”

A part of you wondered if this was all a trick as you slowly rucked your t shirt up to expose your stomach. That would track with how your week had gone so far. He was so blatant and open though, gripping the chair beneath him like he was about to launch out of it at a moment’s notice. He groaned as you pulled your shirt up to reveal your plain black sports bra. It was nothing special, standard issue, but it kept you strapped down. Not that you really had all that much to contain. 

He ran his hand over (what you assumed) was his mouth under the balaclava. He waited a moment for you to continue before urging you forward. 

“Come on, love. Don’t get shy. Wanna see ‘em.”

You slipped your fingers underneath the wide band at the bottom, hesitating only a moment before you pulled everything, shirt included, up over your head. You stared down at your chest while you balled your clothes in your hands.

“Not much to see,” you whispered, watching your nipples perk and skin pucker under the AC.

“Fuckin’ hell” was all he said. You dared to look up. “Fuck,” he continued, “Fuckin’ . . . get over’ere. Just fuckin’ dyin’ t’ get my hands on you.”

You dropped your clothes on the floor, closing the few steps between you quickly before falling forward into his grasp. You weren’t sure if you were ready for what this desperate, mountain of a man was about to unleash on you, but fuck did it excite you. Once he had you between his legs, gloved hands scraping up your back and around your waist, testing his fingers as he held you, but he didn’t do anything but look. He stared at you like you were made of glass. 

You stared at him, too. You hadn’t been this close since he’d pinned you on the first day, and you were pretty sure you’d been half-concussed then. You could see where he had eye black painted carefully around his eyes to fill the holes in his mask. You could see his long eyelashes, clumped together with that same oily black paint. It made the whites of his eyes stand out vibrantly. His large dark irises darted back and forth over your chest. You wondered what he was planning, what he was thinking. 

He didn’t leave you wondering for long. He pressed you forward, mouthing at your nipple through the mask. You let out a short whine, pussy clenching as his large hands kneaded at your waist. The feeling was like nothing you’d felt before. The fabric between you muted the translation between his actions and your pleasure. You could feel how eagerly he bit and sucked at you, but you were denied half of it. It made you dig your fingers into his shoulders in frustration.

“Want more?” he said haggardly, pulling off of you. He tugged at your belt, not waiting for an answer. “Then get these off.”

You did your best to undo your belt and pants despite your shaking and moaning while he dove back in, working harder at your other nipple. Once you’d dropped your pants down to your ankles he pulled you forward to step out of them, wedging you into the spread of his legs. You toed out of your shoes and then he kicked everything behind you, your boots banging loudly against the steel desk. You heard papers shift and fall, but couldn’t find a reason to care. He held you, running his gloved hands over your exposed skin while you shivered in font of him in nothing but your panties. 

He palmed his cock again before fumbling around to find his belt. You heard him click it open, the metal jangling as it went slack. 

“On your knees,” he ordered breathlessly. “Wan’ see what that little mouth can do with this.” 

You complied immediately, viciously curious as to what he was packing. If the tent in his pants was any indication, you had your work cut out for you. He popped open the button of his fly and then slowly unzipped. You couldn’t see anymore through his briefs than you had in his pants, but still, you leaned forward. You curled your hands on your knees, biting your lip, willing him to give you permission. 

“Go ahead,” he said giving himself one lazy, squeezing pump.

You put your hands on his inner thighs, right above his knees, testing the waters. When he didn’t say anything, you slid your hands up his legs, a soft, swishing sound following. You stopped at his crotch, pulling yourself forward before tentatively, gently, smoothing up his clothed cock. 

He groaned, covering your hand with his, forcing you to grip his girth. Your thumb just barely met your ring finger. 

“Fuckin’-” was all he could get out before pulling your hand off. 

He used his other hand to pull his dick out before pressing your hand to his hard, burning length. You gave him another pump, feeling how the skin stretched beneath your hand, then squeezing to feel how goddamn rigid he was. The tip of his cock made your mouth water. 

It was crazy. On you knees in front of him like this, you weren’t a competent soldier, a woman who held herself with poise and respect in front of her colleagues. He wasn’t an expertly trained, battle-hardened, special operative of the British Army. You were both human. Both hungry. 

You tipped his cock toward you to lap at the underside of the head. You met his eyes just as you closed your mouth around him, sucking the salt from his slit. He shut his eyes with a groan, letting his head fall back for a moment as he reached his hand up to grip at your skull. He opened his eyes to watch as he slowly bobbed your head down his cock. 

He gripped himself at the base, forcing your mouth to take him until you met his fingers. You did. Just barely, gagging as his head slid against the roof of your mouth to the soft palate at the back of your throat. He didn’t let you pull back. Instead, he traced the inside of your lips with his thumb, drool coating his black gloves.

“Lookit’ that,” he groaned as your throat pulsed and burned around him. “Little thing takes it all s’fuckin’ well.”

He let go of your head, letting you pull off of his cock. You stared at it with heavy eyes as your head spun from lack of oxygen, it glistened with your spit in the harsh light. He gave himself another languid stroke, watching you force air into your lungs while you sat practically naked on the floor between his knees. 

“Think you can take it in that little cunt a’yours like that?” he asked, stopping his stroke at the head.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him. You gave him a slow nod. Any fear or paranoia you had before was long evaporated. You were wet, horny, needy. You needed him to give you something, and if he was going to give you a choice, you could do worse than getting railed until you couldn’t remember your name. You clenched, hands clawing at your thighs, as you watched him pump another stroke up that monster cock of his in front of your face before grunting out his order.

“Get up then. Against the desk.”

You scrambled up to your feet. He followed you, rising quickly from his chair to tower over you, pressing you backwards into the steel desk. Your hands reached out for purchase as he roughly gripped your thighs, throwing you on top of Price’s paper-laden desk. Folders and binders clattered to the floor, papers swirling across the tile as he shoved you down, ass right on the edge. 

He stood between your legs, hips flush to yours, his cock laying across your standard issue panties like a weapon. He pressed the weight of it against your skin with a groan, head spreading precum into your stomach. Quicker than you realized, he reached behind his back, coming back with a knife. It was almost invisible palmed in his large hand, only the tip of the blade winked from the tip of his thumb. With two quick flicks, he cut up the side of your underwear. He slid the knife back to wherever he had taken it from, like it was the most normal thing in the world, before pulling the now useless scrap of fabric from between the press of your bodies. 

He held the scrap of fabric in his hand for a minute, investigating it under the light before tossing it to the floor.

“Really are beggin’ for it, eh?” He said sliding his cock up the seam of your pussy. His easy, fluid movements as he rocked against you answered for you. “Fuckin’ wet just from that?”

You nodded, lacing your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer. He pressed his hand into your stomach in response, squishing you against the desk hard enough to make you squirm. He pulled away enough to notch the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Needy little fuckin’ thing,” he said with a punch of his hips, nails biting into the soft skin of your stomach as his tip danced perilously on the edge of holding inside you. “Want it so fuckin’ bad? Want this inside y’?” 

He took himself in hand and watched as he pushed inside. You both groaned. You let your head fall against the desk with a dull thunk, eyes shut and legs shaking as he pushed deeper and deeper inside your slick hole. 

“Fuck.” He was breathless for the first time since you had met him. “Fuck are y’ tight. So fuckin’ small. Even gonna fit it all?” He rambled to himself as he took hold of your hips and watched himself fuck slowly in and out of you; hypnotized by the clutch of your greedy pussy pulling him in, resisting as he pulled out. 

You let out a small cry of frustration, tears pricking around your eyes. He was big, but that wasn’t the problem. You had taken your share of dick, you could take him. It was killing you how slow he was. He was lost in his own world, watching his cock slid in and out of you as you lay there silently begging for him to just fuck you already. 

“Quiet,” he whispered with a half-hearted harshness, hand trailing down to your pussy. 

You almost jumped as he began to rub a wide circle around your clit. Your slick barely dulled the rough texture of his glove. You shuddered, clenching around him, whining as he found a rhythm with his thumb and cock. Your clench punched the breath out of him. He fell over you, bracing himself with his arm. You could hear the hollow sound of his breaths behind his mask as he gave up trying to pump into your vice of a pussy. 

He nuzzled the cold plastic of his mask against your ear. “Not gonna’ last long doin’ shit like that,” he grumbled. He held himself up, pulling your face to look at him with a hand under your jaw. “Wha’d’y want?” 

You stared back at him with confusion. 

“Where d’y want it?” he clarified.

If you had a brain cell still functioning, you would have told him to pull out. It was the safer of the options he was giving you. 

But you didn’t. You moaned out, “Fuck. Inside me. Please,” like the absolute whore you had become once he’d whipped his cock out. 

Not one to question, apparently, Ghost was back in position the moment he heard you. He pulled your hips back to meet his, cock punching all the way in until you winced as the head hit your cervix. He took hold of one of your legs, hand running up the length of it, positioning it until it lay unfolded up his chest. He gripped his fingers around your ankle, starting at it as his other hand squeezed your waist.

“Lookit, fuck. Lookit that,” he said as he pistoned into you. You cut off the loud moan that he punched out of you. The change in angle was . . god it was like nothing you’d had before.  

“Like that?” he said, letting your foot dangle on his shoulder while he held your waist with both hands, driving into you mercilessly. 

If you could have answered, you would have spoke truthfully. You were sure. You would have moaned about how good it was, how he was so big and filled you so well. As it was, his powerful thrusts jarred you against the cool metal of the desk too much to do anything more than moan and hold on as more papers flooded the floor. 

“Got y’self off at all this week?” he asked, panting breathlessly.

You shook your head, a small whine of anticipation falling form your lips at the thought.

“Gonna nut just thinkin’ about you cummin’ on my cock,” he mumbled, trailing his hand back to your clit.

You let out a sad whine, bucking into his thrust as he touched you. You were close. So fucking close.

He began to circle your clit like before, finding that delicious rhythm with the pound of his hips that pulled you higher and higher, tighter and tighter, until dazzling sparks lit up your core. You reeled back with a cry, clenching his cock, arching as he worked you through your peak. 

His hand ripped away from you sooner than you’d like. He fell over you, both hands biting into the skin of your hips as he pounded into you as your pussy pulsed, any semblance of cadence or love-making gone as he chased his own high. You dug your fingers into his t shirt. The sweat drenched fabric was almost too slippery to hold on to. 

“Fuck! Too fuckin’ hot ‘n, fuck, tight. Fuck, ‘m gonna-” His weak series of sighs and groans, followed by the distinct feeling of his cock flaring inside you told you what he couldn’t.

He lay over you for a moment, panting as you both caught your breaths. You wondered if he was also stewing in the monumental realization of what the fuck you had both just done. You’d just broken so many rules. So much was at stake. He’d just cum inside a subordinate on his bosses desk, and you didn’t work for the same country. This was going to be a mess. You were sure of it. 

He pulled away from you, pulling himself out with a smothered whine. You crossed your hands over your middle as you watch him zip back up and adjust his mask. It was wild how he was back to normal within seconds. You half expected him to walk out the door and just leave you here like this. At least all of your clothes were here, save your sliced up panties. 

But he didn’t leave. He held out a hand to you, only letting you stare at it dumbly for a minute before he flicked his fingers toward himself, urging you to act. You took his hand and he pulled you up easily. He even let you slump against him after you sat up. You’d forgotten how tired a good lay made you.

Again, you expected him to leave you now that you were conscious and able to dress yourself, maybe leave you with a heavy warning (read: threat) to not talk about this. As you tried to shuffle to the side to try and get off the desk, he stopped you. His hands gripped both of your shoulders suddenly.

“The fuck y’ doin’?” he said, forcing you back in front of him.  

“Getting . . . dressed?” you answered with unease. 

“Funny,” he said with a single, dry, laugh. “You’re a funny lil’ thing, too.”

His hands skimmed down your sides before quickly seizing you by the hips, throwing you over his shoulder like a backpack. You gasped as your stomach landed on his solid shoulder, punching the air from your lungs.

“Think we’re done already?” he said, turning around. 

You watched as the desk, and the messy you had made on and around it, including your scattered clothing, circled back into view, then slipped away. He palmed a whole cheek of your ass in one hand, spreading you open enough for cold air to chill your leaking core, as he stalked toward the door. He probed a finger into your pussy, swirling the cum you felt leaking out across your folds. 

“Got a whole day off, y’know,” he said matter-of-factly as he opened the door. Completely ignoring that he had a naked woman slung over his shoulder like a caveman. “Think we should go back to mine. Relax. See what else that little cunt’ve yours can take.”

[stevenuniversexreader]

Eeeeee maybe H, J, V, and W for Yellow Diamond? If you want to of course, always make sure to love yourself ^u^

👍Yep. I only do Platonic for the Diamonds so I hope your okay with it.

Character: Yellow Diamond

Letters : H, J , V , W

A/n: sorry this took a long time. Been pretty busy with school lately. You know new campus and all that. But I’m back and I’ll be writing more! Or at least trying.

H-Hugging You

-Hugging You may be a little hard because of her big size.

-When she hugs you, she picks you up with her hand and brings you close to her gem. That’s the only way she can actually hug you.

-You in the other hand, can hug her anywhere. You can hug her hand, fingers, neck, and any other place!

J-Joking Around With You

-She may look and seem very stern, but she actually likes to joke around. Especially with you.

-Blue and White don’t always get her jokes so you mainly joke with her. Sometimes her Pearl joins in too.

-When you two joke around, some of the other gems leave because they’re either annoyed or uncomfortable. They don’t hear their diamond, Yellow Diamond Joking around very often.

V- Vexing Each Other

-You guys actually have a LOT of ways to annoy each other.

-You like to pull little pranks, and by pranks I mean telling her gems orders she never gave out to them.

-She’ll usually calls you short, annoying, and small to get you frustrated.

W-Waking You Up

-Waking you up could be a problem for Yellow. She doesn’t want to hurt you so it can be difficult.

-But no worries! She still does when needed. She and other gems are still new to sleep so she did get scared the first few times you fell asleep.

-She usually uses her finger to shake you a bit to get you up. She will also just call your name out.

-But if your a deep sleeper or ignore her when she’s waking you, then prepare for her to call your name very loudly.

[fyorina]

OMGOMGOMG I CANT WAIT FOR UR WATERLOO SERIES OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG ITS SOUNDS SO GOOD IM GONNA EAT IT UPPPPPP

(could i be tagged in it if u make a tag list?)

HELLO DEAR!!! EEEEEE I'M SO EXCITED TO START POSTING IT, I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT SO I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AT LEAST HALF AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING!!

(yes!!! of course!! <3)

[tortoisebore]

i hope you had the most fun ever seeing taylor !!!!! and you got to see long live??!?!?!?!?!?! what a massive win, you’re living the dream tbh. how was seeing muna??? in the flesh !!! i hope you had the time of your life!

EEEEEE TY OMG it was so so so much fun 😭😭😭 i literally cry listening to long live at home like i’ll be doing my little chores or cooking my little meals & it comes on and i’m immediately crying. so like it was ugly cry central for me when she played it on saturday 🤧🤧

and M U N A holy shit i lost my mind. like fully hands shaking screaming my head off stunned into silence lost my mind. they are all so hot idk what to do w myself. i’ve always been a jo girlie like they could hit my line any time any day but katie had me feeling some type of way 😭🤭 like she was so gorgeous so stunning and she sounded amazing i’m still not recovered. and naomi wore those mf dad glasses and like a guy fieri-esque shirt hfhfhffh i love them so much

((footage of me & my group screaming at them from the 300s))

[jiminrings]

hello miss jiminrings i just hope u know that ur writing is so SO good that it sparks Whole Ass debates with references and citations. like having constant discourse about a single fic is already incredible but then ur fics allow us to cross-reference and talk about multiple ones and compare ?!?!?!? IT’S SO FUN AND SEXY THIS IS WHAT WRITING IS ABOUT!

anyway to weigh in on this conversation i jus think that hb!jimin does not deserve to be defended even against pre-incident 478!jk 🤨🤨 they both took their OCs for granted on so many levels — hb!jimin consciously chose to have MANY MEALS!!!!! with that bitch and 478!jk had ONE MEAL (not to defend him tho, he still decided to do so).

hb!jimin also eventually thought so low about oc leading up to their wedding haha he does not need any sympathy he deserved all the grovelling he did ✋🏼✋🏼

EEEEEE thank u so so much bae <3 i feel like a panel member honestly whenever u guys come to me with a long ask and i can't get enough!! YER RIGHT ALL OF THIS IS V FUN N SEXY TO ME THANK U FOR BEING HERE!!!!

with this said.. u may have a point 🤨🤨 personally for me pre-incident wise in both fics i THINK hbjm was more loving+lovable!!! however when the other girl came along (in both fics), eunji completely derailed jimin's moral compass enough for him to break up with oc, whereas sora reminded jk that oh U Are Wrong for doing this and changed his moral compass, but not enough for him to choose her and not oc!!!

[garoujo]

emmie ems, hihi!! just wanted to drop a lil ask and see how ur doing ^^ hope life isnt kicking u in the ass w responsibilities rn :< but ik nagi will help best he can :>

smol update: i made an asia acc on genshin (my main is on america but im not from america so rip my ping) and aaaa i pulled some on the standard banner and razor came home ଘ( ≧▽≦ )ଓ he's gonna carry me through low ar again just like on my main ><

thats all :3 hope u have a wonderful semi-hiatus emmie 💐

signed,

🪻

hiiii my luvr ! eeeeee i am doing good but super sorry i’m just replying to this lil ask now (ᐡ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐡ) thankfully my ultra busy week is coming to a close ! it makes me so happy seeing my calendar not full of plans ueueue like yayyyy i can rot in my bed after work again ૮꒰˶⍝‎･̆༥･̆⍝˶꒱১ nagi has been super good ur right ueueue it’s taken it out of both of us tho ! omigosh razor !!! i was a razor main at one point too i swear he’s the cutest lil guy ever :< wishing u good luck on ur new acct bbie i’m so excited for fontaine <333 i hope the world is treating u well my luv !!!

[ughgclden]

don’t be sorry omg i keep taking a long time, anxiety really be kicking my ass right now ):< BUT i’m literally so excited to hear all about the greek mythology…A HORROR FILM CLASS NEXT YEAR?? insane, i love niche classes like that, they’re always the best!!

i think i may also be roped into a group costume this year but if not…i’m thinking MAYBE strawberry shortcake, max mayfield, scarlet witch, very basic but we’re just starting

ALSO EEEEEE!! sweet AND in a band!!! that’s how you know you’re off to a good start (meeting drunk), im sure you were very charming and fifteen year old you is BEAMIN rn (: if it happened already pls tell me how the show and drinks after went, im quite literally on the edge of my seat waiting…

it’s been good over here!! it’s still a bit scary but honestly i think i’m adjusting well! i’ve been walking around the city, drawing (which i posted a new remus doodle) and i may have got an impulsive bat tattoo (it’s two tiny ones, they’re adorable) an uhhh i may have been frequenting some dating apps here which is super scary but this one guy wants to take me on a date this week…he may also be in a band…im screaming

eep hi again mars my love!!! again i apologise for the lateness of this,, ive been lacking on tumblr recently!! m so sorry anxiety’s kicking your ass,, that sucks n im sending u the biggest hug ever<33 but yes!!! niche specific classes >>> theyre smaller ones too so im looking forward to it

all of those sound absolutely incredible omg!!! i bet you’d absolutely kill any of them — i especially adore the idea of strawberry shortcake, that is ADORABLE omg

sadly the date has yet to happen but we’re heading out for coffee next week at the cutest cafe so!!! updates are to come!!!! im so happy to hear you’re adjusting!!! thats amazing,, i hope you’ve had fun exploring a new city and getting two lil tattoos?!? im so jealous?! what are they? if i’ve missed the date,, i’d love to hear all about it!!! boys in bands >>> seems we’re both doing well in that department

hope you’re doing good<33

[cupofteaguk]

a begin again drabble  ↪ or, when a new professor shows up at hogwarts 

There are many upsides and downsides to dating Jung Hoseok. 

On one hand, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of encountering. Being able to date him is just an extension of getting to see what kind of person Hoseok really is. Aside from his kind and understanding nature—underneath all those layers just lay the simple quality and fact that he really is nice and sweet and you adore those aspects of him. 

On the other head, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people you’ve had the pleasure of encounter. He’s too nice, too understanding, too sweet and that type of personality constantly threatens to get on your nerves on more than one occasion. Most of the time, it’s little things that can result in exasperated, but otherwise fake, arguments about what to eat for dinner, whether to risk a trip to Hogsmeade during peak grading season would be worth the trouble, if you wanted to sleep over in his quarters for the evening or not… 

Those little playful banters are nothing major or serious. They are parts of the relationship you share with Hoseok that makes it so fun, so unexpected, and everything you could have wanted plus a little bit more. It makes you truly realize how well you get along with Hoseok; how perhaps the formation of a romantic connection between the two of you is meant to be and that all those years of being away from each other despite believing neither of you knew each other that well was just a missed opportunity. 

But sometimes Hoseok’s kindness really does make you want to strangle yourself. Or him. Or the very new, very attractive female professor who keeps giving him curious side glances and smiles that linger for a second too long—just like right now. And it’s hard not to feel the slightest bit unhinged when Hoseok doesn’t do anything to distance himself from her touches and her giggles. 

Maybe you’re just jealous. Jealous over your boyfriend’s relentless good cheer, something that has not faded away or wavered in the slightest even when the pair of you went to school together. Maybe you’re jealous over the fact that Hoseok gets along so well with this new professor in particular—almost the same way that you and Hoseok got along when you first started working at Hogwarts. 

The sudden worry that you could be replaceable in Jung Hoseok’s life, the thought that perhaps he would only keep you around until some other prettier, equally doe-eyed individual walked into his life fills your head with immediate doubt. Given that you and Hoseok have only been… somewhat of an item for a few months, it doesn’t fill you with too much confidence in the level of commitment both of you have for the relationship. There’s only so much your nerves will let you talk about before the fear of Hoseok’s expectations not matching with yours keeps you at bay. 

It keeps you gritting your teeth together as you hunch over your desk in the empty classroom, attempting to grade the Transfiguration essays your first years have written. However, it’s hard to remain entirely focused on alphabet knowledge when Professor Hoseok and Professor Irene are standing outside the door frame of your class, talking and gushing to one another about god knows what. Normally, you don’t have a problem with Hoseok conversing with coworkers (as with him to you), but something about Hoseok and Irene talking threatens to make your heart drop to your chest and burn up all in a combination that can only be compared to some terrible anxiety. 

You’re not too sure—maybe it’s the way Irene laughs a little too loudly and reaches over to oh-so-casually grace her hand down his arm and how Hoseok does absolutely nothing to stop her actions. Even though you don’t know the content of the situation or what they’re even talking about in the first place, that doesn’t stop you from allowing a bitter tang to enter your head, your stomach, your heart. The way Hoseok is smiling down at Irene reminds you a little too much about how Hoseok smiles at you and it brings a fireload of questions down upon you. 

You force yourself to remain focused on the task at hand, leaning down in order to keep the pair at your door frame out of your line of sight. It’s still hard to stay preoccupied when the giggling feels as if it’s right next to your face. 

You’re about two seconds away from straightening up and hiding away in your own personal office space to get away—not just from the distracting chatter but also from the burning sensation threatening to cloud your better judgement. However, before you can start to make the transition, the footsteps entering distracts you as you look up just in time to see Hoseok making his way towards you. 

“Hey you,” He greets, flashing you his typical warm smile that never fails to make butterflies erupt in your stomach but the thought of him smiling at Irene in the same way leaves a more pressing worry that makes it difficult to return his hello. 

“Hey,” You manage instead, playing a weak smile in the hopes that Hoseok will simply read it as stress. 

It seems to work, because he furrows his eyebrows sympathetically and leans on the desk in the space next to where you’re seated. “Grading kicking your ass right now?” 

You hum. “There’s only so many similar versions of the same topic that I can take before my immediate reaction to reading this is to just cross everything out with a giant red marker.” You sigh. Actually voicing the process of your assignments makes you realize that you are stressed out for a number of different reasons and that perhaps Hoseok’s relationship with Irene is the result of the stress. But still, you cannot stop yourself from feeling this way. “But I have to get it done,” You continue to remark, attempting to keep your voice light. “I feel like I’ve been holding back on this for way too long so I have to get them done.” 

“Hm,” Hoseok remarks quietly, gaze watching your figure for a moment, as if trying to dephiever the source of your slightly dismissive attitude. Maybe the way you refuse to meet his gaze can be slightly misleading, especially since you’re usually an attentive person during conversations, but the fact that you’ve procrastinated on grading a large collection of assignment probably helps ease the suspicion as he writes off your behavior to stress. “So I guess grabbing a quick lunch in the Great Hall is out of the question?” 

“You want to grab lunch?” You ask quietly, pressing your lips together as you sneak a quick glance at the man hovering over your shoulder. “I’m pretty swamped right now—why don’t you ask Professor Irene to go eat with you?” The last part is more of a mumble and is more or less a slip on your behalf and that realization makes your eyes momentarily widen out of fear that Hoseok will get defensive in regards to what that means. 

Instead, Hoseok gives you a confused look. “Why would I ask Irene out to lunch? We were just talking a second ago and I’d rather spend my time with you.” 

“W-Well,” You start, shrugging in an attempt to feign casualness. “I mean, I’m pretty busy and you guys seem to be getting along really well so it makes sense that the two of you would hang out. It’s not like either of us have many options for friends anyways.” 

Your words seem to rid themselves of its dismissive nature because Hoseok actually ponders this thought. “That makes sense,” He reasons with a smile—the type of gesture that reassures you on not alarming Hoseok about the depth of your emotions, but also leaving you to wonder just how much of your sanity will be sacrificed from trying to convince Hoseok about your current state of mind. 

As it turns out, it takes your sanity and a little bit more to get through the next few days of the week. Your busy schedule of grading, teaching, lesson planning, and tutoring keeps you away from Hoseok for long periods of time and he seems to use that as a main justification for spending more time with Irene. You catch them in the hallway as you’re trying to dash to the library or to your first class after catching a quick bite in the Great Hall—talking about god-knows-what but always laughing and always lingering closely together that makes the nerves of jealousy and curiosity spike at your heart. 

You don’t want to be the controlling girlfriend, the one who tells Hoseok he cannot spend time with certain people even though you’re also the one biting off more than you can chew. You had been the one to say it was okay for Hoseok to hang around other people simply because there were moments where you couldn’t fill that void in his life. But still, seeing him hang around Irene and Irene only brings about far too many questions that should be healthy for a girlfriend to face alone. 

Yet the fear of speaking your mind, the fear of Hoseok’s kindness serving as an inability to see where your negative emotions come from, keeps you from speaking but also forces you to stop lingering too closely over the problem. As a result, you unconsciously create distance between you and those problems by burying yourself in your assignments and neglecting your relationship out of fear of saying the wrong thing. 

At first, you’re too distracted with grading midterms and answering inquiries from students that it isn’t hard for you to get lost and caught up in the current event of your day-by-day. However, the more time you spend investing in your work, the more time you see Hoseok and Irene in one another’s company, which leads to more conflicted emotions as you attempt to settle your jealousy despite every bone in your body convincing you that Hoseok enjoyed being with Irene more than he enjoyed being with you, which then leads you to bury yourself further and further into your assignments. And the cycle goes on, over and over again. 

You’ve never been too good at dealing with specific problems head-on, so your body’s first instinct is to suppress the issue, meaning that you avoid aforementioned issue—meaning that you also avoid him. 

“Y/N, I know you’re busy but do you want to grab a quick bite for dinner?” 

“Uh—sorry, can’t. I promised a bunch of my fifth years I’d go over their Transfiguration notes before O.W.L’s come up.” 

“Y/N, can I walk you to your first class?” 

“Aw, that’s really sweet Hoseok but I have to run to the Great Hall super quick just to grab a bagel or something, I’m really hungry.” 

“Y/N, do you have time for a little date down at the Three Broomsticks?” 

“S-Sorry, a lot of students have told me they’re coming down to my office hours to practice the spells we learned in class…” 

Sure, maybe a majority of the excuses you throw in Hoseok’s general direction are entirely truthful, but sometimes you actually go looking for those reasons not to spend too much time with Hoseok. You know it’s a cowardly thing to participate in, but your feelings feel so overpowering and scary that you aren’t entirely sure what would happen or what you would say if they got out of hand. So you resort to saying nothing and hoping that Hoseok would never catch on. 

The hope had been stupid and foolish to begin with, and you realize that as soon as you walk out of Great Hall with the remnants of morning toast around your mouth only to find Hoseok waiting for you just outside. He looks disappointed and you can feel that disappointment leaking off his skin like steam and the sight of him after avoiding him for so many weeks aches at your heart. But it also forces images of his time spent with Irene fill your head and it’s just an endless cycle. 

“P-Professor Hoseok,” You stammer, unsure why you had to attach formality to his name. After all, it’s not like the whole school doesn’t know that the pair of you are dating—word spreads quickly after people found out he fingered you in his office, but you don’t like to talk about that anymore. 

“You’re avoiding me,” Hoseok states, crossing his arms over his chest, going straight to the point and you don’t blame him. 

“I’m not,” You retort, but there is a waver in your voice and Hoseok didn’t even need to be your boyfriend to know how badly you lie through your teeth. “I really have been busy Hobi.” 

You hope the use of the pet name would help ease the potential argument, but he doesn’t let up. “Okay, but you’ve always been the type of person to take aside a few hours to hang out. I get that you’re busy but you won’t even look at me anymore. What’s up with that? Are you… done with me or something?” 

“What? No, no, of course not Hoseok,” You say, letting your own guard down long enough to take a step closer to him. “I didn’t know that’s how you felt—I didn’t even think you would have been missing me…” 

The last part of the sentence is an afterthought but Hoseok sees right through it. “Of course I would be missing you, what are you talking about?” 

You press your lips together, willing yourself not to say too much but you have a feeling that simply opening your mouth has already unlocked more can of worms than you ever intended. You avert your gaze. “I… I don’t know—you’ve been spending so much time with Professor Irene and you seem to really, really enjoy her company and vice versa…” 

“Wait, wait…” Hoseok interrupts, eyebrows furrowing together. “Y/N, do you think I’m cheating on you or something?” 

“No!” You interject, waving your hands briefly in front of your face. “No, I don’t think that at all…” You can feel the nervousness etching itself across your face, the adrenaline of nerves and fight or flight streaming through your blood and you wonder how convincing the statement must sound and look to Hoseok. “I mean, I wouldn’t blame you or anything—she’s pretty and smart and funny…” You trail off. The look of absolute disbelief upon Hoseok’s face has told you that you have said too much. “Uh, I have to get going,” You say, blindly taking a look at your wristwatch. You can’t even tell the time with how quickly you glance at it, but you need an excuse to leave the conversation before you could say something you don’t want to hear—or even worse, Hoseok could say something you don’t want to hear. “I have to get ready for my class.” 

You turn on your heel and pace as quickly as you can without making it seem like you were trying to escape, but Hoseok calls your name and you know you aren’t as good at hiding your emotions as you thought. But it doesn’t matter, because you are running as quickly as you can to your class. Some students are already piled inside when you get there and hello’s are exchanged as you settle down at the front of the room and begin setting up the equipment for today’s lecture. It’s Draconifor spells with your third years—typically a more difficult spell to learn just because of the overall complexities that come with trying to transform objects into real things; you already have your work cut out for you. 

The class starts off smoothly and you think that you can get through the lecture without worrying about Hoseok or Irene or wondering what Hoseok is thinking about—until the door to your class slams open and reveals the man himself standing in your doorframe. Over the course of your relationship, you’ve become accustomed to Hoseok dropping by your classroom during lectures to visit but this is not like his usual visits because he’s wide-eyed with a glint you’ve never seen before. 

“Hoseok,” You greet, a touch of hesitancy in your voice and for good reason, given that you had just more or less accused him of cheating on you and so you aren’t entirely sure about what he plans to say. You swallow, wondering if your students can notice the spiking tension in the room. They’re probably use to his presence after having to endure it for so many months. “C-Can I help you with something—?” 

“You think I’m cheating on you?” He interrupts loudly, forcing the room into the kind of silence that makes you want to strangle yourself. You clench your teeth together, face burning with the color of humiliation as you stare ahead at Hoseok. You can’t even picture the expressions upon the faces of your students. 

“H-Hoseok, this really isn’t a good time…” 

“I can’t believe it!” Hoseok carries on, talking as if he had not heard you or had not seen the fact that you are previously occupied at the moment. “I can’t believe you would think that I’m cheating on you. With Professor Irene too!” 

“Hoseok!” You retort, cheeks hurting so much that you think you might just die of embarrassment right then and there. The entirety of your face feels so hot that it becomes hard to see clearly but you still manage to make your way down the aisle towards him, attempting to push him without actually having to use physical force. “We can’t do this right now—!” 

“No.” Hoseok shrugs away from your touch. “We’re gonna do this right now. We’re gonna talk about this right now because I can’t believe you’d think I’d actually cheat on you!” 

“I never said that!” You protest, momentarily forgetting your current setting long enough to fight back and expose your own personal emotions. The room around you suddenly feels empty. “I said I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a crush on her! You’ve been spending so much time with her anyways!” 

“Because you said you were busy!” Hoseok points out. “And how could I have a crush on Irene? I have you.” 

You press your lips together, having not expected the conversation to go in that direction. “W-Well, I just thought—!” You stammer. “How could you not like Irene? She’s pretty and smart and funny and she’s just so much more put together…” 

Hoseok takes in a breath. “Do you think I care about any of that? I mean, those things are fine—but it’s not you. And that makes all the difference because I’m too in love with you to ever, ever look at someone else.” 

You freeze for a moment, completely taken aback by his statement, said without an ounce of hesitation or thought—like it’s the only thing he knows better than he knows himself and you are utterly surprised. 

Because this is the first time Hoseok has admitted that he loves you. 

You are surprised, and it shows in your face. It shows in your widening eyes and parting lips, stolen breathes. Even though you know what he had said, you still find yourself asking: “W-What did you say?” 

And Hoseok seems to make this realization as well—the realization that he’s defining his feelings for you with those three dreaded words that could change everything and he freezes. “I, uh… I said…” 

“You really love me?” You finish, unable to help yourself and unable to help the way the teasing smile inches itself across your lips. 

Hoseok ponders for a second before his eyes meet yours and he takes a step closer. “Of course I am,” He answers. “I’d be stupid not to be in love with you.” 

The teasing smile turns into a shy grin; you angle yourself a little to study Hoseok through your lashes. “That’s nice, because I’m in love with you too.” 

The corner of Hoseok’s lips quirk up, the beautiful beginnings of a laugh pass between his lips as he steps forward to take you in his arms before—! 

“Aw, Professor Hoseok and Professor Y/N are in love!” A shout rings through the third year students in your classroom, causing both of you to jump out of the little world only you belonged to and making you realize that you have just confessed in front of your students. 

Given what happened the first time you and Hoseok hit a milestone in your relationship, this shouldn’t surprise you—and you can’t even begin to imagine what will happen once your sixth years find out. 

[inkykeiji]

can i just say there is no song in the world that makes me think of touya-nii more than white wedding by billy idol. i dont know if you've heard it, or even if its your style of music, but he's one of my favourite singers, and now every time i hear it it just reminds me of touya-nii <33

it's so funny because i swear I'll be listening to a song and sometimes my mind will just scream 'touya-nii!!' or 'bmb dabi!!' at me. your fics live in my mind constantly 😭 <3

i also have this massive headcannon that dabi loves punk rock and screamo and stuff and honestlyyy i have an entire playlist based off of my angsty headcannon version of him that may or may not be heavily influenced by your fics...

anyways sorry this is so random i just felt like saying it 😭 ily and your fics <33

hello anon!!! (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

i have never heard this song, no!!! i know who billy idol is ofc hehe but he isn’t really my taste (more my dad’s taste tbh!) but i gave the song a listen and i can completely see where you’re coming from anon bb!!!! I actually really love the lyric hey little sister, who’s your superman because I find it very cute????? Hehehe especially since I feel like it can be interpreted in a jealous way like ‘pfffft lil sis who’s that guy ur with’ or it can be interpreted in a more prideful way, like ‘who’s your superman? Yeah, that’s right, it’s me, your big brother’ hehe <3

AWWWW ANONNNN!!!! that’s so cute please!!!! oh i love that so much, thank you for sharing it with me 🥺 it means a lot to me that my fics have that impression on you, even if it’s tiny!!! that’s very special to me, i hope my work can continue to bring you entertainment and joy! <3

EEEEEE EHEHEHEHE I HAVE THE SAME HEADCANON!!!! yes yes yes 100% YES! i can especially see him listening to like, that late 2000s early 2010s metalcore and post-hardcore <33333333 that’s just the vibe he gives me c:

please don’t apologize sweetpea!!! i’m so glad you messaged me, genuinely! i love hearing from any of you, i promise, and i am very lucky and also very flattered any time someone wants to share something like this with me, so thank you!!

also!! regarding the asks you sent yesterday, i wanted to apologize for not getting to this sooner! i did get this original ask, but it seems it got lost in my inbox (or i missed it) and i’m sorry for that!! it absolutely isn’t a pain at all; if there’s something you’d like to share with me and i haven’t responded to it 1-2 weeks after you’ve sent it, you can assume it got lost in my chaotic tornado of an inbox (i say this very lovingly hehe <3) and i’m completely fine with you sending a sweet, respectful lil message like you did to notify me of its presence <3 i don’t ever want anyone to think i’m ignoring them; i appreciate every single ask i receive and i try my best to answer as many as i can even if it takes me a bit of time to get to them hehe, but i am only one person and things do end up getting lost, buried, or just not sent, so please don’t ever hesitate to notify me if there’s something you sent a while ago and i still haven’t gotten to it, okay? <333

i love u lots!!!!! thank you so much for your support! please have a wonderful weekend!! <3

[sakasakiii]

Do you have any original characters? Whether for Tolkien or in general

hello nonnie!!! eeeeee i was actually really surprised and excited to receive this ask! LONG POST INCOMING warning cuz its time for Rin's Ramblings again

i do have two ocs actually! although i haven't paid them much mind up until recently 😂 I wanted to write Ithilos as an extra healer into that one AO3 story where Elrond performs emergency surgery on Maedhros (and i never did!!!). Marildë came from a concept headcanon I had waaay back in January where I was obsessed with the thought of Maglor having kids (twins??) of his own back in Valinor, but unfortunately being unaware that his wife was pregnant up until just before he had to depart to M.E with the Noldor (something that eats him up like crazy but hasn't been able to tell anyone but Maedhros)

heheh so yeyeye... these are my Tolkien ocs!!! although they had been banished to the Void of my mind up til u asked hehe. When it comes to OCs I absolutely ADORE though, @astral-romances has Aredhel's triplet children I have had utter the delight of getting to know better recently, so go check them out if you haven't already!! (they are so SO cute pls stan Walya and Canyo) 🥺

now in response to the second part!! i uh,, i do have non-Tolkien ocs actually 👉👈 i wont go on about them too much here lolol, but ill place the rest under the cut due to it not rly fitting in with the theme of this blog!

when i was a fandom drifter last year i used to work on my own stories WAY more, but now that I've been into the Silm consistently (its the longest fandom I've ever stayed in cuz it has such a lovely community!!) I barely draw them anymore... but here are some sketches of assorted ocs from all my various stories:

they all come from different ones, but all exist in the same overarching world... I won't ramble about it too much here, but I do have a side blog where I sometimes dump old sketches/art I find when I'm digging through my sketchbooks for archiving purposes. So the stuff there is probably way more detailed than my response here!

still though, THANK YOU NONNIEeeEE im so very flattered you asked!! sorry I ended up rambling more than answering your question LMAOOO but im very grateful i had a chance to talk about these guys for a lil while!! 💓💓 thanks again and i hope u have a wonderful rest of your week!

[glacialltz]

EEEEEE I am so happy that your request is open! Can you write a headcanon for Kaeya dating a partner who is the complete opposite of him? Like his lover is the stoic and serious while Kaeya is just cheerful and sociable. SOmething like that.

summary: a stoic/serious reader + kaeya!

warnings: none

word count: 425

author's note: kaeya likers.... u guys r cool come here ill give u a sticker... lov u guys... hope u enjoy this one :)

The definition of "opposites attract", that's what you and Kaeya are. The Cavalry Captain was known for being laid back at times, not always taking his work seriously and sneaking off to stir up trouble when bored.

You couldn't be more different. You were focused and serious, always tackling the work before you with as much efficiency as you could. That doesn't mean your boyfriend wasn't a hard worker, no, not at all, but he didn't always sit down and do his work when told like you did, either.

Kaeya liked that about you, though. It was fun to pull you along behind him, whisk you away when night fell for a little bit of fun before bed. You were always so serious looking, he'd say, claiming that some fun on the town would do you some good.

He'd introduce you to new people all the time, half of which you never knew how or when he met. When he said this person was his "old drinking buddy," did he mean old as in several years or as in two months?...

Unfortunately for you, he didn't keep his pep until nighttime, often coming in to see you while you worked. He didn't always mean to distract you, no, as he wasn't just an irresponsible fool who didn't recognize the value in your work, he just liked seeing you. The days were long and he was bored so why not go and check up on his beloved? He'd always make it worth your time, bringing you something nice to drink upon arrival.

Kaeya was the best person for helping you relax. No matter what it was stressing you out, he was almost always willing to help you ground yourself and keep your head. Those were always one of the many times you were grateful for his more cheery side, as his sparkling smile slowly chipped away at your stress.

Honestly, you having a more serious side is good for your relationship as you can help Kaeya buckle down and get his work done. His sly comments and flirtatious remarks when he tries to get out of said work are no match for your stoic poker face and he knows it.

Kaeya can get along well with people of most personality types, and you are no exception. As much as he acts like he wishes you were a little less serious, he'd truly not change a thing about you, treasuring you for who you are as you were the one who managed to reach his icy heart.

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘!

[prince-septimus]

eeeeee i couldn’t think of a good bucky 3+1 but what about 3 times u spend a night w bucky and 1 time you spend a day ?

nights & day

pairing : bucky barnes x reader

summary : 3 times you spend the night with bucky, and the one time you spend the day together.

word count : 1.3k

warnings : slight nsfw

“We’re staying here for the night.”

You lift your head up from between your knees. You had started to grow restless with sitting around in this empty warehouse, but you had no choice now.

Steve looks down at you. “Sam found some blankets to sleep in. I know it’s not a lot, but—”

“It’s fine, Steve.” You wipe at your eyes, the tiredness you feel only growing. “It’s not the worst place I’ve slept.”

Steve walks out without another word.

Across the room, Bucky sits. His maroon shirt is tattered, and his metal arm gleams in what little light comes through the room. He hasn’t spoken since earlier during Steve and Sam’s interrogation, but now he looks at you.

“Not the worst place?” He tilts his head, his voice soft. “You a soldier?”

“Special agent. SHIELD.” You close your eyes. “Or used to be. I don’t know what I am anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

You push yourself up from the wall, standing and walking over to the open part of the warehouse. Above, you can see the occasional helicopter flying around. They still have no idea that you’re down here. “It’s not your fault.”

“A lot of things are my fault currently.” Sadness drips from his voice. “Us being here is my fault.”

“Yeah, well, I helped Captain America save a wanted fugitive. Some of this is my fault too.” You throw a smile his way, letting him know you mean it in a joking manner. “And now I’m spending the night with said wanted fugitive.”

“Aren’t you wanted now too?”

You look up at the sky, watching another helicopter pass. “Guess so.”

-

“It’s nice here, isn’t it?”

Bucky turns towards you, smiling gently at the mere sight of you. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful place than Wakanda, and I’ve seen a lot of places.”

You laugh. “Me too.”

“Come to visit the children?”

You looked up at the fading sun, and then back to Bucky as he throws done some feed for the animals that surround his hut. Shuri hadn’t finished a new arm for him yet, so he was left to using only his right. “It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” you ask, moving over to grab some feed for yourself, throwing it down to the spots Bucky hadn’t gotten to yet.

“So,” Bucky’s smile seems to grow, “what are you here for, then?”

“What? I can’t come visit a friend?”

“We’re friends now?”

You scoff. “After all we’ve been through together thus far, I’d say so.”

Bucky tries to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks. “Glad to hear that.”

You glance up at the sky again. “It’s getting dark. I should probably head back.”

“You don’t have to,” Bucky says quickly before shutting his eyes, as if he regrets saying it.

You try to hide the grin that wants to show. “What do you mean?”

“You could, well, you could stay here with me for the night. We could talk. Get to know each other a little better.” He reaches up to run a hand through his hair. “That’s something that friends do, right?”

You stare at Bucky for a moment, and then nod. “Okay.”

-

You don’t remember the last time someone touched you like this. Being gone after you had disappeared with the others somehow felt like no time at all, while also feeling like the full five years it had actually been. You had almost forgotten what it had felt like to be touched like this.

Maybe he did too, so you don’t hesitate to touch him and attempt to make him feel just as much as you do in that moment.

The room is dark, but the light from the moon and the rest of the city shines through the window. He had left it open to let in the cool summer air, so you had no plans of being as loud as you might’ve wanted to be.

You press a hand against his bare chest, using it to keep your balance as you make yourself more comfortable. You weren’t sure when the two of you had moved to sit on the floor, you propped up in his lap as he rests against the wall with nothing but a sheet wrapped around you, but it all felt oddly intimate and you weren’t about to let it end now.

You push your other hand up through his newly-cut hair, feeling the softness of it under your touch. You had grown to like his longer hair, but this somehow fit him better. It reminded you of the photos he kept lying around, the ones from the war with his clean-cut looks and soft-pressed uniform.

He leans into your touch, his hands finding purchase against your back as he presses you against him. You gasp at the slight movement, feeling him against you and he lets out a chuckle

“This how you treated your girls back in the 40s?” you ask, suddenly breathless. “Teased them within an inch of their life?”

He laughs, a little louder this time. “The guys and the gals, sweetheart. Treated them all the same.”

If you had known this was what it took to bring out the drawl in Bucky’s voice, you would’ve done all this much sooner.

Trying not to let Bucky get the upper hand, you move against him, tugging lightly on his short hair. He lets out a low groan at the feeling, and you let out another gasp when he brings his left arm up.

You had almost forgotten about his new arm. The new, black and gold vibranium arm that Shuri had made for him back in Wakanda. It had been a gift, one last sign of hope to Bucky before the world had gone to hell. More flexible and mobile than the one before.

You thought it looked nice. Bucky thought it looked even better when he brought it up and wrapped his fingers around your throat, only putting enough pressure to have you make a noise for him.

You might’ve forgotten the last time you had felt this way, but you didn’t think you’d be forgetting this anytime soon.

-

“Coffee?”

Your eyes slowly open to see Bucky kneeling next to you. You don’t know how long he’s been up, but he looks freshly showered with his slightly damp hair and clean briefs.

He smiles, soft and gentle.

“Please,” you groan out, letting your head press deeper into the pillow. “And some clothes too?”

“Don’t you wanna shower?”

You let out a deep moan as you stretch out, not caring about the way the blankets on top of you uncover more and more skin as you move. “Only if you’ll take one with me?”

“A little late for that, doll,” Bucky laughs. “You should get up, though.”

You pout. “Why?”

“So we can make breakfast.”

“We’re making breakfast?”

Bucky grins as he hands you a mug when you start to sit up. You take a quick sip, closing your eyes at the warmth of it. “Yeah. I figured once you got up we could make something to eat and then spend the day together.”

You bring a hand up to Bucky’s cheek, giggling when he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. “Who knew James Barnes could be such a sweetheart.”

“Oh, I’ve got much more than that planned.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Bucky leans forward, bringing a hand up to grasp your cheek as he kisses you, soft and sweet. “Just you wait,” he mumbles against your lips before kissing you again.

[iateyourdoggo-part2]

i got bored and started making some picrews and one picrew gave me an idea

i decided to make a story bc the picrew gave me the idea. pls enjoy it for my sloppy work and pls tell me what is wrong with it :(

tw: slight abuse, forceful marriages

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Chapter 1 (insert title here)

Saika was a girl who lived in royalty and very wealthy. You might say she was lucky, but in her opinion, she wasn't. She hated being rich and royal. She hated her parents and the rest of her family.

Every day, Saika has to wake up at 7 am exactly and must wear a dress before leaving her room. She must have make-up on and must have her soft, pink hair done. Her room should always be clean to present the pink all over her room. Her life was horrible.

"Saika!", her mother called, "It is time for you to meet all the boys from the Hatsuki family!"

"Coming mother!", Saika replied with a sigh.

Saika was to be forcefully married to a successful, rich man and not one had her taste. She cannot refuse any orders though. If she were to refuse to be married, she will have a punishment from her abusive mother.

'Why must I marry a man?' Saika thought to herself, 'If I were to tell mother that my taste of a partner was not a male...' Saika walked down her long hallway, in uncomfortable heels, all the way to the lounge room to see 8 boys. She quickly thought that not one was attractive according to her.

Saika went on a date with the first boy, Aori Hatsuki. He had brown hair that had a white streak and had black eyes. He was cute and sweet and all, but wasn't her type. Aori understood that just by her looking at her expressions. He also confessed he didn't want to be forcefully married either because he was gay.

"Really!?", Saika shrieked smiling, "To be honest, I actually like girls more."

"So your lesbian?" Aori asked.

He received a confident nod from Saika and they became very good friends.

After 30 minutes into their 'date', Saika bumped into a beautiful girl with glasses, precious blue hair, and shimmering, blue eyes that matched her hair.

"EEEEEE!" the girl said blushing in embarressment, "I-I'm sorry!"

Saika helped her up and felt some strange feeling when their hands touched. (Aori in the back be like TwT *sips tea*). Saika blushed to the feeling and helped the girl pick up the books she was carrying.

"It's ok.", Saika said a bit plainly, "I'm Saika. Saika Aiya. And over there is my good friend, Aori Hatsuki. What's your name?"

"I-I'm K-Kinako. Kinako Emiru."

Kinako holds out her hand for the other girl to shake. When they shake hands, Kinako looked at her watch on her wrist.

"Oh no! I'm going to be late! It was nice meeting you two! I will see you around next time I hope!"

Kinako left walking at a fast pace with her books in both her arms, pressed against her chest. Saika imagined what would it feel like if she was those books.

"Someone's got a crush~" Aori said singing.

"Haha shut up!" Saika cried laughing. She hasn't felt happy in a while.

Once their 'date' finished, Saika had to go on dates with the rest of the guys. They were all either try hard guys, 'too cool' guys or tried bribing her with money. Saika only thought about Kinako the whole time and was wondering if she will ever see her again.

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Thank u for reading this one! I hope i can make the next chapter soon and thank u for reading all the way up to here! Thank u!!

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[tinyhwng]

Stray Kids Reaction to you accidentally calling them “baby”

—genre; fluff x100

—msg; idk i just thought of this. also i got really invested and made hyunjin and everyone after just a bit more longer than the rest.(you can tell lmao)  anyways, enjoy!

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Chan

it was late and you asked your bf to toss a hair tie to you

“baby can you toss me that”

you didn’t realize what you said until you saw the giggling mess your boyfriend was in

“baby huh?”

you immediately retract your statement and ask for him to forget that you had said anything

still teases you

you sigh and turn your back on him

he comes and turns the chair back towards him

“i’m sorry, are you mad?— i mean i’ve been meaning to call you that too”

now you’re the giggling mess

he smiles and admires the image of you laughing

“baby it is then”

“it’s time for bed, babygirl”

read the rest of the members under

Woojin

your relationship was still fresh and new

only calling each other by a syllable of each other’s name

you just happened to slip up this one time you asked for a drink

he was getting up to get snacks from the kitchen during your movie night

“woo, baby can you get me something cold from the fridge?”

he left without a problem, only realizing it as he grabbed the drink from the fridge

he makes his way back, going back to cuddling session yall had

“i liked the sound of that”

“sound of what?”

“baby.”

your face in shock, realizing you had slipped up

“ahaha... forget that.”

“what no, y/n- i mean, baby it was cute.”

you hide your face, blushing uncontrollably as he gives you a big squeeze

“please, keep calling me that.”

Minho

you were whipped for him 24/7 but that was nothing new

however, sometimes, you were just a little too whipped

you were watching him play with his cats and words just naturally came out of you

“omg, baby you look cute”

he turns to you, his eyes widening in shock

“y/n that’s disgusting” he teased

your own words flustered you, pressing your hand over your lips to keep it sealed

“i literally didn’t mean to say that-”

he jumps on you, cradling you

“no i was kidding.” 

his face also red from blushing

“i was thinking of names i could call you but baby sounds perfect.” he gives you multiple smooches, reassuring you that he liked it.

“you’re my baby and these are our babies” he laughs, pointing at his cats.

Changbin

he thinks you’re the most hilarious person in the world

after him of course

he just laughs or smiles at anything you say

but of course, you also found some of his jokes extremely hilarious

he makes a joke and it got your WHOLE ass quaking

bitch u couldn’t breathe

“shit, baby that was priceless-”

“fuck”

you turn to him, his face red visibly heating up

“let’s forget i just said that”

“eeeeee”

inhuman noises idk

“what? no, say it again”

he pleads, his face scrunching up in anticipation

“b-baby”

“oh em gee. call me that from now on. “

“bin-”

“it’s BABY!”

Hyunjin 

babying your boyfriend was your favourite job

you were tiny compared to him 

still, he was your BIG baby

but one time, you were in the mood to be babied instead

you wanted for his attention, his mind attentive to his phone as he watched his live performance

having one earphone on, he was too distracted to attend to you

you were gonna call him how you always did when u babied him but your tongue wanted otherwise

“baby~”

he takes a look at you, removing his earphone right away

“I didn’t catch that, y/n. what did you say?” he said, a big smirk painted across his face

you shake your head, pretending what happened never occurred

“i don’t know what you’re talking about-”

as you tried to leave to fix yourself, he tugs you back 

you fell into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist

“i’ve always wanted to hear that from you.”

your flustered ass tried to avoid his gaze, feeling humiliated 

“i tried to say jinnie, i swear-”

“no, no more jinnie. baby is my name now.”

he pulls your face to look at his

“you have my attention now, baby.”

Jisung

you were watching him perform once

it wasn’t your first time but you were too invested to control yourself

the whole crowd was screaming so you were screaming along

not that you planned to do so

but he was asked to do some cute things and immediately after the crowd went wild

your voice was too distinctive for him to not notice though

“LET’S GO! THAT’S MY BABY!” you screamed, practically at the top of your lungs

jisung stopped midway his speech, laughing to himself hearing your voice loud and clear

after the show ended you met him backstage

he zoomed into your embrace telling him how proud u were

“can you say that thing again?” his eyes pleaded

“what thing?”

“the thing- what you were screaming earlier”

“let’s go, that’s my-” your face shift in realization

“ahhh, y/n, continue it” he whined

you hide your face, too embarrassed to say it

“ok i’ll do it then, baby. baby y/n, let’s go see the boys now”

you nod, sticking beside him he guided you to the room

“my baby is so cute.”

Felix 

constantly talking to you or talking about you theres no in between 

whipped™

he was overseas for a tour so you guys resorted to facetiming every night

it’s been almost a whole week without him and you were m i s s i n g him

 two different timezones,  he called you while it was night where he was

you could tell he was exhausted but he called you anyways

“lix, you should go and rest”

he murmurs a no, his voice getting deeper as time passed

you were running out of options to get him to rest and you didnt wanna just end the call cause it would upset both you and him

as you were calling him by his nicknames, your brain couldn’t keep up with what you were saying

lets just say mistakes were made

he jolts up immediately, screaming for your attention

“baby? is that what you call me now?”

“wait felix, no, i didn’t mean to.”

he mocks you, repeating what you said multiple times

“lix, i just wanted you to go to sleep” “my day just got a whole to better because of that”

you sigh, watching him from your phone failing to hold your smile

“i’ll go rest now if that’s what you want,” he pauses, giggling. “baby.”

“ahhh go to sleep~” you whined

“goodnight, baby”

Seungmin

seungmin wasn’t the type of person who was interested in pet names

well actually he just never mentioned it 

to you, he was more of a skinship guy

holding hands, cuddling, soft kisses, etc

there was some nights you both just expressed your current concerns with one another 

such a great relationship tbh

he was talking about his concern about the new comeback, afraid he might disappoint people

he was just hard on himself like that 

you reassured him though. telling him anything he does would never disappoint you or others

he got all blushy and giggly at your comment

your gaze fixed onto his smile, his face just a few inches from yours

“you’re so cute, baby”

his eyes expanded, turning to you

“oh crap. sorry, i didn’t mean to say that. you were just really cute” you explained

“well- i actually like it though”

“what? i thought you didn’t like pet names”

he gave you a confused look, “i never said i didn’t like them and now that i heard it from you, how could i ever hate them?”

you blushed at his comment, not knowing how to answer

“please call me that, i like it”

Jeongin

jeongin, the nation’s baby 

you always wonder to yourself how lucky you were to be a part of his life

so every second of the day you tell him how much you love him

you only called each other by your first names, never really going past that

you were going home from the dorms one night before your tongue decided to go against you

“bye, baby- i mean, jeongin” you hugged him goodbye hoping he didn’t notice your slip up

welp, good news buddy, he did

he gave you a light squeeze, refusing to let you go “wait y/n, don’t go yet” he whined

your face flushed red from embarrassment knowing it was too late to take it back now

“jeongin, i gotta go home. you have an early schedule tomorrow too”

“do you expect me to let you go after calling me that?” you can feel him giggling in your embrace 

“say it again, please, then i’ll let go”

you were defeated by his gentle yet desperate voice

“okay,” you exhaled, “baby- i gotta go now”

he squeezed you one last time before letting you go with a satisfied smile on his face

“aha! i made you say it. please say it more to me now”

you wave him goodbye as you made your way out

“bye, baby! text me when you get home”