#THE ANGEL IS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HIM THX

[callmemickey]

Cumming Home for Christmas

synopsis: Simon surprised you by being home 3 weeks early, which means you get to take him to your family’s Christmas get together! Unfortunately, Simon hasn’t had his fill of you… How thin do you think the walls are in the bathroom?

content: Afab, porn w a plot, smut (dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, quickie, slightly public? maybe other stuff idk) fluff fluff fluff kind of angst if you squint real hard he just loves you sm my sweet Angel babey reader muah love u 2

word count: 3.7k

notes: Don’t ask me why I chose Christmas this is purely self-indulgent. Also, he’s a brunette going off of the comics, so I’m running with that thx!

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Warm Christmas lights, sparkling ciders and the expensive alcohol, the soft hum of cozy Christmas jazz on the speakers, family buzzing and soaking in each other’s presence - there was nothing else you could ask for. In this massive sea of black and red formal attire, your family, both close and extended, came together for an amazing holiday party at your grandparents’ estate.

Simon, who surprised you by coming home over three weeks early, has accompanied you as your plus one to the family’s holiday party. It made the event even better. Your family adored Simon to bits and pieces, constantly embarrassing you in front of him, begging to know when he wanted to start a family with you, your aunts drinking too much and asking him to take off his coat and flex. He dealt with the melting pot of clashing personalities better than you had ever imagined.

Simon expertly handled the socializing carefully and precisely. He preferred to be an observer in these bigger settings rather than to speak. He gave simple answers that were concise one liners, saving his social battery. So, to make up for it, he would escape to assist anybody needing aid. When dinner was ready, he assisted in the kitchen, making sure that everybody had their meals first, and was later caught cleaning the kitchen (much to your displeasure). He also helped light your grandfather’s cigar outside. The Parkinson’s has been making it difficult for him to light them on his own, and Simon even listened to an old war story.

It was unbelievable how much you loved this man.

Now, nieces and nephews weaved between adults and furniture, the fireplace burned hot and strong, people laughed and yelled happily over the gentle music, and the scent of baking pies and pastries wafted and filled the air. Your lovely military fiancé, overworked and tired on his break, did so well to deal with this. Of course, Simon, being an incredibly selfless person willing to compromise in any situation or scenario just to make you happy, said that it was alright when you invited him. “Nothing would make me happier,” he had said in a low, roughened voice - which was right before he buried his face between your legs.

But I digress.

Simon stood next to you as your uncle told you both in absolute monotony about his recent trip to Italy, “So beautiful. Your aunt Amelia and I want to get a vacation home there.” He finished, and you nodded awkwardly. “Sounds like you and aunt Millie had a great time, uncle Mike.” Your tone was dry while Simon nodded and hummed in response. He just wasn’t… very present.

Simon had his attention and focus set on pretty high at the beginning of the night, but he was able to relax a little bit since then, to let himself just be in the moment - or so the psychiatrist says he should. He was actively paying attention to the conversation, yes that is true, but the hand holding your waist began to… wander, a little bit. Slowly at first, but much faster now. With a hand that started on your shoulder in the beginning of the night, bit by bit lowered down your back, smoothing above the top of your ass and to your hip. Fingers pressing deep into the black velvet of your dress, Simon tried to keep you caged next to him. That didn’t matter though, because you would have done little to resist him.

You two shared a quick glance. His dark brown eyes were slightly glossed, his gaze a salaciousness that he always brings home. Ooh, it made you want to rub your thighs together just to feel something. You nodded again to your uncle Mike when he brought up something else that was equally boring. Simon, having a better idea and use for his time, suddenly seemed to have remembered something, “Apologies, Mike, but Y/N and I have to make an important phone call.” You looked up at him.

That brief look in his eye was so, so hungry. The greed brewed like a dark storm. You felt a hot chill race down your spine, your core began to burn. You acted as if you remembered the same ‘something’ as well. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we almost forgot!” You gasped in a low voice. His fingers squeezed your hip, making your chest slowly fall into shallow breaths as you could imagine him purring in your ear.

Good girl.

You two waved him off as you turned to leave the kitchen. Simon took the wine glass from your hand and placed it on the countertops as you two walked through the doorway. His hand pressed on your lower back, guiding you into the dark hallway. The armoire in the middle lit with warm candles that smelled of cinnamon and spiced apples, casting shadows that bounced and flickered across the walls. It helped light your way to the restroom, but it also kept you two enveloped in shadows to help hide whatever sins you were going to commit. Simon, without a word, opened the bathroom, and with nobody inside, he sweeped you in, locking the door behind you two.

The bathroom had warm string lights strung across the crown molding, and a window with fake candles sat high on the wall. The room was a little loud with the echoes, so you smacked the switch on the wall to turn the fan on, hoping to mask whatever sounds were going to flood the room.

Not even a second, in such a calculated move, Simon plucked his mask off and had your lips locked with his as he hoisted you onto the sink counter. All you could do in that flurry of movement was gasp, his hands gingerly holding your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing as you felt a hardened tent in his trousers press eagerly against your clothed cunt.

You ran your hands through his dark brown hair, a moan running from you into him as his hands gave your ass a harsh squeeze. He ground his hips into you, pulling a whimper from you as he pressed roughly against your thrumming clit. Simon broke from your mouth, kissing your neck as his fingers pushed up into your dress, grabbing your panties.

“Quiet - or they’ll hear us,” he whispered against your flesh. You panted with a nod as he slipped your panties off, tossing them onto the floor along with his jacket. Simon quickly unbuttoned his white sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his heavily veined forearms, his one arm tattooed with black. He expertly undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, his hardened cock springing free.

He kept kissing your neck, lightly sucking to tease but not enough to hickey or bruise. His fingers dipped into your embarrassingly wet sex, rubbing at your clit and folds before pushing two fingers into you. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, so wet already.” His voice was a growl against your neck, slowly pumping them, his fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot inside.

It caused you to mewl. Simon’s one hand jumped to cup your mouth shut, making you gasp. The movement threw you off balance, your upper back falling back to press against the mirror while grabbing onto his wrist for support. He continued to finger you and hold your mouth closed, your whimpers mumbled in his hand.

Just as quick as you just started grinding your hips, he pulled his fingers away. A disappointed moan left broken up between your mouth and his palm. Simon grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, lubricating it with your juices before rubbing against your clit. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your hip.

You whimpered, “Oh my god, Simon.” Your hips wriggled and bucked against the dizzying sensation. He chuckled, slowly pressing his cock into your hot, wet cunt. The familiar stretch made you hum in need. “You’re gonna tease me? On Christmas?” You whined, your legs once again wrapped around his hips, urging him to sink into you.

“Ahh, have you been a good girl, though?” He asked in a low rumble, his other hand grabbing the other hip, his prepared stance making your hole clench around his member. He had a half-lidded stare, swirling with a level of lust you couldn’t really see the end of - bottomless and ravenous. Simon towered over you.

“I’m always a good girl for you, Simon,” You cooed.

He slowly pushed in, making you inhale sharply as you stretched so wide to allow him to fit. You held your breath as he pushed his cock through. “I’m just teasing, love - I know you’ll always be my good girl,” he said with warmth in his voice.

His tip kissed your cervix as he nestled fully, deeply, completely. Your head rolled back on the mirror as a satisfied sigh escaped you, but Simon’s grip on your hips tightened intensely. You gasped as he began a fast pace, his hips slapping loudly against your thighs and echoing in the bathroom. It was almost too much. It gave you little time to prepare for his entering, but you settled nicely around him after a few more thrusts.

Simon wasn’t normally this fast. He loved to hit with hard strokes, but nothing typically of this pace. Fortunately, you weren’t one to complain. It was so goddamn good. You hate it when your fiancé is away, not knowing where he was for most of the time, but when he’s gone for so long and comes back? Fuck. It’s criminal how good the sex is. His impatience made it impeccable.

But you were desperate. You wanted to cry and moan and yell, to beg and pray for him to bring you to a higher plane of pleasure. Oh, God, you would do anything for it, anything for him. You grasped at his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving stinging crescent moon shaped imprints in their path. He groaned lightly at your sharp grip, a soft chuckle coming from him. “Oh, you like this?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep anything but your gasps, pants, and squeaks from escaping.

“Touch yourself,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but it was a demand.

With one hand still on Simon’s arm, the other moved to your clit, and you began to rub in quick circles. Simon watched your face twist and change: your mouth hanging open as you panted, but occasionally closed to bite your lip so to stop yourself from moaning; eyes half-lidded, barely open, glazed, and painfully horny; back bowing and arching, your toes curling, body just at a loss at what it can handle. This was Simon’s favorite view in the world. It’s what he came home for. It’s what he fought for.

A moan tumbled from your mouth as you held on for dear life. “S-Simon!” You whined his name, the heat inside of you burning red hot, uncontrolled, and rampant.

“S’alright love,” his voice was soft, “you gonna cum?”

You nodded quickly, the fingers on your clit stuttering as you found your release fast approaching, his almost brutal pace not slowing in the slightest. “I’m gonna c- ah- cum, Simon!” You struggled not to say too loud. “Don't stop!”

“Come on, Y/N,” he ushered, “cum for me.” Simon knew how to drive you over the edge. His hand reached out, firmly but gently cupping over your mouth to keep your head in place - and to push back your lascivious sounds.

A moan found itself trapped, lodged in your throat as you fought with your whole might not to yell and cry out. Your orgasm ripped through and crashed over you like a tsunami. He had unraveled you.

Your back arched, and you couldn’t roll your head back. Your lashes flickered as you struggled to keep your eyes from crossing or rolling back to look at Simon while you came. The fingers you had on your clit stopped moving as you were paralyzed, but the grip you had on his forearm stayed strong, “Ahhh, fuckin’ look at you. That’s a good girl, cummin’ nice and pretty on my cock. You like that, yeah?” He groaned, hips putting in more power to drill into your tightened pussy, tears pricking at your eyes as the orgasm left your legs shaking around him.

Simon retracted his hand, grabbing back at your hip. You let out a quick, small cry as your free hand held back onto his forearm. “Y’alright, love?” He grunted, and you nodded furiously before he could stop, but he started slowing down. You didn’t want him too. “Need- I need you,” you gasped, “don’t stop, Simon.” You whimpered.

Oh, to be buried deep inside your pussy was all he could have ever hoped for upon coming home. Y/N, ever so kind and giving. Simon tightened his hands around your hips again and began the brutal pace as you struggled to keep silent.

That’s when you felt your body heating up again. Your sex thrummed with the building pleasure and excitement once more, causing you to moan while you held onto his wrists. A light sheen of sweat sat on your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your flesh.

Simon moaned softly with a smirk, your fucked out expression and legs lazily clinging onto his hips was such an amazing sight. The snapping of him against you had beat your pussy red, leaving it angrily aroused. “You gonna cum again? Yeah? Ahhh, thas my needy girl.” Desperate, tiny grunts popped out of you with each thrust, your pussy swallowing Simon deeply.

“Si-Simon! Gonna- c-cum!” You gasped out with each pump. 

Your orgasm hit like a rapid flash of heat and pleasure. A squeal escaped you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back, legs around Simon’s waist tightened, your whole body trembled from his unrelenting pace. Your face was flushed red, eyes completely glazed and lost as your hair stuck to your face.

“Ah, f-fuck, so fuckin’ tight. So good - my girl is so good, God, cummin’ on my cock, just like that.” He growled, his hips slowly beginning to fall off rhythm while his orgasm began to creep up on him.

You moaned and begged, “Ah, Simon, nngh, I-I can’t- please cum!”

“Don’t you worry, g-gonna cum inside this pretty pussy,” Simon groaned, “gonna fill you up, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as your body screamed in overstimulation. “Please, I- ah! Too much, ah, you’re too much, Simon!” You cried out, your ever tightening cunt being stretched open, begging for his release.

“Y/N- Y/N, fuck!” He hissed as his hips slammed against you, tightly holding his cock against your cervix as if he was threatened to be ripped away. He groaned, emptying himself into you completely, his cock jerking and flexing harshly, making the veins on his shaft more pronounced. You whimpered, your cunt tensing around him as you felt hot waves shooting inside of you. He stayed for a moment while panting, his thighs shaking slightly, relishing in the feeling as oxytocin and dopamine flooded his brain. Simon pulled out, a throaty groan leaving you at the sudden emptiness, your legs letting go of him.

“Well… let’s hope nobody heard that.” Simon said in a low voice, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt and grabbing your panties for you. You slid off of the sink and inhaled sharply as your knees buckled. He immediately latched onto your arms, making sure you wouldn’t fall. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, y’alright?” He asked, slowly loosening his grip to make sure you were okay on your own.

“My legs, Simon. Jesus Christian Christ - I can’t stand.” You huffed, leaning against the sink, glowering at him as you took your panties from his hand, embarrassed.

He unrolled his sleeves, buttoning them. “You’re really gonna talk like that? On Jesus’ birthday?” He looked at you as he grabbed his jacket, shaking his head. “What would your nan say, hmm?” He feigned sincerity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swung the jacket on.

“Well, the jokes on you because Christmas isn’t even Jesus’ birthday.” You snapped back at him, slowly sliding your underwear on as your knees shook like a newborn giraffe. He tutted in disapproval as he moved up to you.

Simon’s body was close, his body radiating warmth. He wasn’t one for a lot of physical affection, which was alright, so when he took the time to be attentive to you… you always melted against him immediately. His finger lightly hooked under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Your body subconsciously gravitated towards him, like a moth seeing the moon for the very first time.

He leaned down, lips brushing so close to yours, your eyes still connected . “Fuck what day it really is - I just know I’m home.” Simon pushed in for a deep kiss, brimming with emotions, the kinds he couldn’t really say. As he pulled away, he couldn’t help but admire you.

The golden candlelight fluttered across his face. His tired but warm eyes studied you, as if seeing you for the first time, memorizing and mapping every freckle, wrinkle, and spot, because he’s scared that the moment he looks away, he’ll forget. He took in your flushed, messy appearance as if God himself sent down a heavenly body to give him a reason not just to fight, but to live; an angel on its mission as a guide, and he would willingly martyr himself on the ground at your feet if it meant he could just hear you say his name. Once.

Simon wanted to say these things, but he wouldn’t. He might never. But that’s alright, too. Not everyone is meant to love so boldly.

You cocked an eyebrow as he stared at you so intensely. “You okay there, Lieutenant?” You asked, a small smile on your lips.

He realized that, yes, it was alright that he didn’t say those things. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to - you just knew. Everyday he thought about how he didn’t deserve you. You, ever so loyal and strong. You’ve given him a purpose, motive, after all of these years - alone.

He often wondered what he had done to deserve having someone like you in his life. Someone who loved and cultivated, with hands of soft mercy, so tender and kind. A voice of validation, honesty, reason, all stemming from your unconditional love. If he had met you years ago, before the therapy and psychiatry helped, he would’ve let your fingers prick and bleed as you grasped at his thorns while he plucked you of your petals, leaving you broken and bare.

He didn’t deserve you.

Simon returned the smile, his voice soft, “Never better.” His hands moved to hold your waist as you two shared a few more kisses. “You know I like it when you call me that,” he hummed in between the lip locking.

You moaned gently and teasingly bit his bottom lip, your hands pressing against and gliding up his shirt. You kissed his jawline and sighed, “Is that so, Lieutenant Riley?”

He squeezed your waist in a warning. “Careful, love, we don’t have time for round two. Save it for tonight.” Your pussy purred just as Simon pulled away, picking up the mask from the sink and putting it back on in an attempt to obscure his identity.

You hummed, legs still a little shaken. “Well, I might need a minute to get my feet under me. You… okay with managing my family alone?” You asked hesitantly, eyes slightly squinting as if to flinch. He studied you for a moment, eyes glancing you up and down. It made you a little self-conscious, causing you to shift.

“Of course, Y/N,” his tone was reassuring, and subtly professional, “you sure you want me to leave you? Just say the word, love.”

Your body relaxed a little, and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

Simon faltered, if for a moment, before he gave you a soft squeeze on the arm, and left. You sighed, turning to lean onto the counter and fix your hair in the mirror. Your legs really were shaking, much to your surprise. Yes, yes, Simon makes you shake plenty, but he doesn’t always fuck that hard, if rarely. You couldn’t be more embarrassed. Sending your fiancé, who is not the biggest people-person, back to the wolves, but it’d be more embarrassing if you walked out there in your current state.

You fixed your dress and made sure you were able to stand properly again after a few minutes. Making sure your hair, makeup, and dress were all still together, you left the bathroom with caution. You quietly snuck down the hallway, back against the wall. You got to the doorway and peeked around the corner to peer into the party.

You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom for as the crowd surprisingly died down. Family members left for home, hotels, or whatever bedrooms your grandparents had available, so the end-of-the-night afterparty was intimate and calm. You inched into the room, eyes falling on Simon, who was outside with your grandfather, lighter in his hand.

You smiled gingerly as your mother called you over. “Sweetie, everybody loves Simon. I know he isn’t much of a talker, or a hugger, but he made a great impression.” Her voice was filled with warmth and happiness, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “He also listens to your grandfather’s stories, bless his heart.” She cooed. Your mother continued to speak, but her voice drowned out as you watched your future husband.

Simon stood at ease, with his hands held together and relaxed behind him as your grandfather engaged him in a story, puffing his cigar shakily as his hands trembled while he was animated. It was so calm and serene, watching him nod, the ghost of his jawline moving beneath the mask as he spoke. Your heart fluttered as Simon’s eyes flicked over and locked onto you, giving a little wink before turning his attention back to the present conversation.

Okay, you’re definitely sitting on his face tonight.

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[norizz-nation]

Hi can you do a Carlos x French reader smut I want the dynamic to be daddy and baby girl but can you don’t do directly the smut like can you explain before what happened to have them in bed if you can example what they were doing before🥹🫶🏻thx you’re the best🥰💓🫶🏻

Thank you so much sweetheart and I hope I can reach your expectations ❤️

My little angel ❤️

Summary: your parents finally allowed you to go abroad on a vacation and you decided to go to spain where things took a quick turn

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, daddy kink, size kink, choking, praise kink

“Please mum! Im 22 now! I can go out alone” you stated to your mum as she kept saying no for quite a few times. You then let out a frustrated sigh as your mum said “well just dont do anything illegal and dont get in trouble okay?” you then rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but laugh at what she just said. “Aweh mum dont worry” you said as you hugged her tightly.

Honestly you were loving Spain, the weather, the people, the atmosphere everything was so different than what its in France. It has been 2 days since you’re here, loving your sweet little trip. After roaming around in Madrid for a while you wanted to go to this museum although you didn’t like museums that much.

As you went there you sort of felt lost because you didn’t actually see the museum map before going inside which ended up you wandering here and there. All this time there was this man who was examining every move of yours from distance. You suddenly bumped to a man when you turned around and apologized immediately as you looked up at him who was looking at you with a smirk on his face. “You look like youre lost in this town, lost in this museum. Do you need help baby girl?” He asked, his tone was so polite and gentle. “Baby girl?” You asked as you furrowed your brows and crossed your arms together. He then chuckled at your question and started nodding his head. “I mean, you look really young and innocent. May i know what your name is?” He asked as he looked at you straight in the eye. “Im y/n not baby girl” you said as you rolled your eyes at him and he smiled. “Im carlos by the way. But you dont seem like you’re from here. Are you?” He asked as you shook your head. “No no im actually french” you said. “Wow that’s interesting, i can show you around baby girl” carlos said as he pointed at the main gate to signal you to leave with him and you just smiled.

The whole evening was fun with him, every little jokes he cracked made you laugh so hard. Teaching you a little bit of spanish in between your conversations with him. Everything just seemed great with him. But the “baby girl” nickname just stayed there. “Why do you keep calling me that? I have a name” you said as you laughed a little. “Because you are a baby girl. So beautiful and innocent for this world” he said as he got closer to you. His lips just a few inches away from yours as you started to feel the heat rush through your body. Somehow his presence was so powerful that you could just give yourself to him. You parted your lip a little as you tried to lean in but Carlos grabbed your face and snapped you back to reality. “Oh, you try to be so wild in front of me but inside you’re just a sweet little angel, so naive and sweet” he said as his thumb started to caress your lips as the need inside of you grew much more than before.

“Youre so innocent baby girl. Oh the things I would love to do to you, right now” he said that was just like a whisper in your ear. “Like what?” You asked as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Oh you’ll know soon, you’ll know” he said as he came more closer, letting your heart beat faster than before. Your whole body stiffened as he felt him pull away and smirk just inches away from your lips, teasing you to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore as you let out a frustrated sigh. “Being frustrated wont help baby girl, come with me” he said as he turned around to look at you with a cocky smile on his face.

The fragrance his house had was so warm and welcoming as you sat on the couch and carlos brought a bottle of wine and placed it on the table. After a couple of drinks you started to feel carlos’ cologne more in your nose. You just wanted to wrap your hands around him. The tension grew stronger between you two.

Carlos then came closer to you as he placed his huge hands on your thigh chuckling at the sight that you are so small. "Fuck baby girl, you're really small for me. But dont worry im gonna make it fit in your hole. All your holes" he whispered in your ear as shiver ran down your spine and you rubbed your thighs together. "God, look at you. Already needy." he said as he looked down and looked back at you as he came closer to lips and brushed his lips with yours causing you to open your mouth a little but that didn’t help. You then whined and groaned as you looked at him with puppy eyes. “You really think youre gonna get what you want from me just by whining? Not at all angel. Use your pretty little mouth of yours” he said as his hand wrapped around your neck, choking it lightly first then tightening the grip as you gulped at the sight in front of you. He then pulled your t-shirt up and dropped it on the floor as he wrapped his hands around your waist to lift you up and position you properly on your back, as he groaned at the fact that his hands fit perfectly around your waist. “God, even your waist is smaller than my hands” he said as he trailed his finger down your lower abdomen as you started to squirm in his touch again.

He then tucked in your pants and you tried to push it down by grabbing his hand but he was strong enough to stay still and not push it down. “Use. Your. Words” he said, his tone so cold as you whined out. “I-i want you” you managed to say. “No its not good enough baby girl. Tell me properly” he said as he unzipped your pants slowly. “I want y-you to fuck me. P-please” you said whining as you ran your hands over his chest. “Yeah thats more like it” he said as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear and did the same with himself.

Carlos brushed his tip at your entrance that made wet sounds from your pussy as a string of slick connected with his dick to your pussy as he groaned at the sight. “Fuck baby girl, your pussy is so small for me. Can you take it like a good little girl you are? Take it all for me?” He said as he caressed your face and you nodded impatiently. He then went inside of you slowly and stayed still for a moment until you started to rock your hips against him. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle but he went deep inside of you every time. “Fuck carlos, stop teasing me” you said as you bucked your hips up. “Beg for it baby girl” he said as he smirked at you. “F-fuck me harder daddy p-please!” You pleaded as he choked you again and kissed your ear before saying “daddy huh? youre that needy?” you just nodded as he went faster and you dig your nails in his forearms. “Fuck fuck f-fuuuck yes!” You screamed out.

Carlos then pulled your legs above his shoulder and kissed your ankles as he continued to fuck you. The heat between you two, the intensity, everything was just too much to handle. “You look like an angel baby girl” he said as he groaned. “My little angel” he threw his head back as his breathing got heavier. “Daddy i-im gonna c-cum so bad, fuck” you said as your back started to arch uncontrollably. “Me too baby girl, me too” he said breathlessly. You both got down from your high when carlos kissed you, so softly that it made you melt. His kiss was so sweet and gentle.

“Wanna watch the stars?” He asked out of nowhere as he kissed your forehead. “Yes” you said that was like a whisper. You both then went to the terrace as you snuggled in his arms and watched the stars. His finger twirling in your back as he rested his face on your head. “When are you gonna go back to France?” He asked softly, his voice sounded like he wanted you to stay there forever, with him. “Tomorrow evening” you said as you looked up at him and saw his face froze as he said nothing. You sat back up with a concerned look on your face. “I can come visit you again if you want carlos” you said as you cupped his face and his face started to fall. His eyes begging you to stay. “Or maybe I can go visit you” he said, his voice started to break a bit. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah exactly” you said. “Promise me you’ll come back again” carlos said as he came closer to you. You then hugged him tightly “i promise carlos” you reassured him as you felt tear in the corner of your eye.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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[justaaveragereader]

hi omfg i LOVE your work so much???????????? i wanna request a dommingi (mingi acts nice in front of everyone ykwim but is a complete devil with the reader) where he’s at an award show and he brings the reader along, but reader is laughing a little too hard with his friends, mingi shows her who she belongs to. throw in a little pocket knife action too (not so little action pls make sure he seems crazy like he threatens to kill her if she tries to fuck with his friends again)

can u tell i have issues

thx again :p

First of all lemme go cry in the corner before I greet you😭🖤, hello, hey, hiiiii🖤🖤! I’m so happy you love my work ahhhh😭!!! Thank you for reading and enjoying it! Listen…if you got issues that means I got stemming trauma bc the way I was absolutely in LOVEEEEE with this request, I made Mingi more deranged/yandere then I probably should have but I can’t help it😵‍💫I got so carried away🫠none I love more when writers write the members almost psychotic /deranged, almost like true villains …I hope you enjoy this one babes🖤!

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Warnings: Dom!Mingi, Yandere!Mingi, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Degrading, Knife Play, Slight Skin Cutting (Nicking The Skin, Slight Paper Cut Type Cut, No Blood), Begging, Slight Primal Play, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking…If I Missed Anything👀👀..Lemme Know!

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Swirling his drink around the ice clinked against the cool glass. His eyes never leave your laughing figure. Clutching your chest, eyes crinkling with each hardy laugh that leaves your mouth. He's known all the members for a couple years, never have they been this funny. This was the con to being an idol, you guys decided to not go public for the safety of yourself. Mingi could care less about his role as being an idol, yet you insisted on not going public nor wanting to shake the public eye, and possibly ruin the group. Yet the way you were laughing with the boys it couldn’t help but make his heart clench, were they the reason why you didn’t want to go public? Yes the boys knew you were an item, but to the public you looked like really good friends…well at least you did. Mingi looked like a love sick maniac.

His eyes cut sharper at you and the seven boys, shooting his drink down, the brown liquor giving him courage. Peeling himself off the bar counter top he makes his way towards you and the members. His long stride, the way his shoes click against the floor, he was on a mission. Your eyes flutter from laughing, you can make out almost every sound that’s happening in the room. Yet there is one sound in particular that catches your ears. The high pitch clicks of Mingis shoes. He makes his way towards the members and you, only to shoot you that fake smile he does, the cool air from him passing by breezes by you and the members. It feels like the world stills anytime he passes by, the draft leaves the lingering smell of his cologne. Your body riddles with goosebumps. You watch as his broad back makes it farther and farther away.

Stretching your neck to see where he’s going, the boys seem to be background noise at this rate. Almost like static, Mingi had you hooked on him like a drug. You were like a moth to the flame, the persona he puts on even for the members has everyone fooled. It even fooled you, which is how you fell into his trap. They say the devil was once the most beautifulest angel, and Mingis beauty did nothing but blind you.

Your body moves on auto pilot, not even bothering to tell the boys that you were going to go find Mingi. Your body just sways to where you can smell the faint scent of him. Bringing you into a dark hall, the air is so still it almost feels unreal. Your body litters with nerves, rubbing your upper arm, you whisper out Mingis name, sounding like a true stray sheep, calling for its shepherd. He can see you from a dimly lit hallway, you look lost, you look astray. You look tempting, yet while his cock hardens with want, his blood pressure rises because you were also the same person laughing way too hard at his members.

“You lost?” His raspy voice speaks up, echoing down the long and poorly light hallway. Your body does such a noticeable jump, he can’t help but smile, while his cock twitches slightly at the sight. Your head turns from side to side trying to figure out where his voice came from. You can hear the vibrations of his deep tone still ringing in your ears. Letting out a small whimper you call out for Mingi once more.

He starts laughing slowly, the sound just bouncing around the walls of the bare space. You look straight ahead, catching a glimpse of his teeth, his smile so big and teeth so bright, with the way the lights are dim he looks like a threat, almost like this isn’t the Mingi you know.

“Come over here.”

Thoughtlessly following his command, your legs move on autopilot. Your brain already feels like mush, his voice bouncing around in your ears, mixing with the scent of him. He’s addicting. He's propped up against a wall, looking down at you, while your eyes stare up at him like he’s got every answer in the world for you. His cool hand comes to brush your cheek bone, coming down to brush against your bottom lip, pulling it down with his thumb before his hand travels down to your throat, yanking your body closer to his, he’s got you almost completely off of the floor, your noses are brushing. You let out a small squeak at the sudden intrusion. His large hand is crushing your windpipe, even though you can barely make out his features you know there is a fire brewing behind his eyes.

“They must’ve been real fucking comedians to make you laugh as much as you did tonight.” He grits out, while he wasn’t physically spitting on you, it felt like he was spitting heat onto your skin. Letting out a choked out noise, he feels his cock twitch, trying his best not to let his eyes roll back with pleasure at the way your poor helpless face contorts in front of him. Your hand comes up to try and pry him off, yet he squeezes tighter. Tears streaming down your face, your nails dig into him.

Letting you go, your body slumps to the floor, your knees hitting the ground first, your hands grip the material of his pants. Your hand lightly brushes over his hard on. You are in a kneeling position, tears stream down your face. You plead with Mingi through choked sobs..

“Min-Mingi it wasn’t like th-that I sw-swear.” Throat raw with emotion and lack of oxygen from him choking you. There you went, his little helpless sheep. Letting out a tsk, Mingi, brushes his thumb across the top of your forehead.

“I treat you well don’t I? And this is how you treat me…”

The disappointment in his voice wraps around your heart and tugs on the strings of it. Your face deepening in a frown, the tears that were wetting his pants were no longer from the pain of him choking you, it was from the pain you caused him, the disappointment that you shed upon him. Your hands grip his pants in desperation. When you feel something cool brush against the temple of your head, your eyes slowly trailing up his chest. The cool steel is settled right against your temple, not daring to make a move. His mouth widens into that horrific smile. The smile that captures people, that smile that lures people in.

“Do I have to drill into your skull who you belong to? Who owns you?” He says, voice sweet as sugar. Your eyes widen even further, your cunt slickens, you're so far gone on this man you can’t help but contort yourself into what he wants. Your eyes shine, mouth opening and closing no sound coming out but a helpless whimper. The sound of that is enough to make his head roll back, palming your head with his other hand, shoving your face against his twitching cock, the small wet stain of pre cum mixing with your tears brushes against your face.

You nuzzle your face against him, making his cock twitch even harder at the new feeling. His mouth drops open, a quiet groan leaving him. The blade of the knife falters slightly, bringing him back to reality, gripping you by your elbow he snatches you up to your feet.

Turning you around quickly he shoves you chest first against the wall, bunching your dress up against your hips, undoing his belt, he shimmies his pants down on his thigh, thick cock springing free, just oozing with pre cum. The cool air on his cock makes him shiver. You let out a soft moan at him manhandling you, your mind clouded with love, while Mingis mind is clouded with lust.

The blade is on the front of your throat, while his other is on your shoulder, thumb brushing against your pulse, he can feel the quick pulsation pump through his thumb. He sticks his cock between your thighs, brushing against your clothed cunt.

“I’m going to use you how I see fit, do you understand me?” He whispers in your ears, his warm breath tickling your ear, the pulsation from his cock on your count has you whimpering, nodding your head you let out a deep breath trying to gather yourself.

The blade bites into your skin, making your body tense up. You choke out a small yes to him, which immediately follows him thrust his hips slowly, cock slickening from how wet you are getting with each second, one particular thrust makes you whimper loudly.

“Who was the funniest between them?”

Biting your lip, trying your best to keep quiet, your mind can’t even fully comprehend what he’s saying. Stopping his sudden thrusts he pulls back slightly, causing you out a small cry when you feel the cool air hit your sticky cunt, strings of arousal cling to the fabric as he hikes it down to your knees, sticking his cock back in between your thighs he gathers as much slick as he can before he starts to thrust between the lips of your cunt, before slamming his cock into your pussy.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He grits out, moving the blade, the cool steel sitting alongside the vein that runs in the side of your neck.

“None of them were as funny as you Min-Oh my god!” You yell out, hands trying to find the closest thing to grip, his hand grips the blade tighter, making it bite your skin, right on the verge of slicing it.

The sudden slamming of his hips, hike you up and down the wall, cries leave your throat, as the biting of the blade continues to rub against your skin, your cunt gets wetter and wetter by the second. The empty hallway fills with your moans, and the sound of wet skin on wet skin.

“Next time if you even think of cracking a smile at them, I’ll kill you.” He grits, toes clenching in his shoes, you’ve never been this wet before, it’s soaking his pants. Maybe you were just as deranged as he was.

“Or maybe I’ll kill them.” He whispers into your ear, his harsh thrusts making your brain mush, you can feel him brush over your cervix, the squelching noise from your cunt overrides every sound in the hallway, even your pathetic moans. His other hand comes down to your hip. Bringing you down on his cock when he thrusts back, aiding in the powerful strokes he’s delivering to you.

Moving the knife from your vein he holds it to the front of your throat, right above where an adam's apple would lie. The sharp end of the blade pokes your chin, making you moan loudly, with each powerful stroke he gives you, your chin brushes down lightly against the tip of the blade, scratching your skin. With one false move it could easily impale you.

“You hear your pussy talking to me?” He says through clenched teeth, the way your cunt is soaking him, so sloppily he’s so close to the edge.

“She’s telling me she’s sorry, she’s sucking me back in, it’s almost like she knows the boys can’t fuck you like I can, they can’t pleasure you like I do. They could never do half the shit I do.”

His words are like velvet in your ears, the degrading, dirty words flutter in your head like tiny butterflies. Loud whimpers are falling out of your mouth, you attempt to bring your hand up to your mouth trying your best to quiet down when Mingi digs the blade into your neck even harder, you are sure the blade has nicked your skin slightly. Causing you to let out a loud cry, your head knocks against the wall in front of you, crying out Mingis name like it’s a mantra while your orgasm crashes over you.

“Yeaaa, yeaaa that’s it momma, cum on my cock.” He gasps out, tossing his head back, hips speeding up, the tip of his cock crushing against your cervix, walls squeezing him tightly. Milking him for every last drop of cum. His hips jerk slightly trying to help you ride out your own orgasm, as he’s trying to ride out his own.

His body falls forward slightly crushing you against the wall, cock still buried deep into your cunt, knife still present against your throat. The tip of the cool blade is digging fully into your chin. His hot breath pants against your ear, you can feel his heart thump hard against your back. He nudges the blade against your chin, making it dig into your skin further, your head tilts up slightly, eyes looking to the side, catching his wicked smile.

“Remember who you belong to, because next time I won’t remind you. I’ll just show you.”

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[bbgnyx]

Hi babe it's me leigh ✌ Saw your song requests like 10 secs ago so 👀👀

song name: in the stars by benson boone

song lyric: and now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

pairing: minho x female reader

disc: the reader dies and minho is just devastated and he cries for the first time in front of everyone and stays ☹️ (I'm bad at descriptions save me-)

Anyway thx for reading!!!

a/n: omg babe this song has been running in my head recently so this request was like you read my mind 😭✋. This was so sad to write honestly, hope it matches what you had in mind!

my taglist is open btw, just message me if you wanna be part of it!!

And now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far~

genre: angst

warnings: very sad, church and god are mentioned, mentions of blood and death, indirect mention of cancer, mention of a funeral. lmk if I miss anything

Sunday mornings used to hold so much joy for Minho. It was the one day he could spend with you, and it filled his heart with happiness. The two of you would go on adorable picnics, visit malls, and sometimes even attend church together. He couldn't help but think how beautiful you looked with your hair up and that radiant smile on your face. Minho was a softie, but only when it came to you.

He remembers the times when he would get jealous of you because Soonie Doongie and Dori seemed to love you more than him. He cherishes the memories of cuddling up in bed with you, watching movies together. Every little thing about you, he adored. You were his angel. But now, Sunday mornings are no longer his favorite. Not after everything that has happened.

When he was with you, Sunday mornings held a different meaning. Now that you're gone, Minho knows that nothing will ever be the same again. If he doesn't have concerts or practice, he simply sleeps in, avoiding going out because it only brings back painful memories. He has even lost his faith in God, burying it alongside you, deep beneath the earth.

Minho has lost count of how many times he has stood there, screaming at God, questioning why the love of his life was taken away from him. Why did God seem to hate him so much, leaving him to suffer like this? He is constantly lost in his thoughts, not knowing what else to do but cry himself to sleep, knowing that you will never be there to comfort him again.

Minho still remembers the day you were admitted into the hospital, they said you were okay, they said you only had to go through a small surgery. All of it were lies. That day, Minho’s band had won an award, but he couldn’t even relish the happiness as he soon got a call from your mother.

“She’s in a critical stage, she has lost a lot of blood, the doctors don’t know if they can save her”, your mom said sobbing through the phone. At that moment, it took Minho his everything not to leave the award show immediately and fly back home to you. He had been crying all day and all night, worried about you. He should be there with you, he thought.

On Sunday, he took the award and flew back to you as soon as possible. Only to be informed that you’re gone, you’re not with him anymore. You had passed away.

Minho remembers the day of your funeral. The weight of your absence crushed him, burying his heart alongside you, six feet under the ground. “It’s okay Minho, she loves you with all her life,” your mother said, trying to console him. He felt weak and helpless then.

All these pent-up emotions let loose at his most recent concert. You had always told him to show his emotions to others, not to close his heart away. So he cried, he cried like he had lost everything and he did. He lost you, and you were his everything, you were the earth and he was the moon and now he didn’t have anything to revolve around. On that stage, he crumbled, his fellow members offering solace, while fans shed tears alongside him, showering him with words of comfort.

It felt as though he had loved you for an eternity, but he realized that the time he spent with you was merely a fraction of his lifetime, while you had loved him throughout your entire existence. This realization shattered him to his core. How was it fair? You had promised to always be by his side, to never leave him alone. And you kept that promise, remaining faithful even in death. But what about him? He wasn't there when you underwent surgery, he wasn’t there through your suffering and he wasn't even there when you took your final breath.

He felt stupid not to realise that you were suffering. He hated that you hid your condition from him. He always wondered why you asked him what he would do if you weren’t there. He always replied, “I’ll protect you so nothing ever happens to you, my love”. But now he couldn’t protect you and that broke him, and it would break him till he took his last breath and he would be lying if he said he didn’t wish that day came soon so he could see you again. But all he knows now is that he loved you, loves you and will continue loving you.

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[abby-grace]

Hey! If your not busy, could I request hongjoong taking your virginity? Thx in advance if you decide to write it. Have a good day!

Oh yes! I love this idea, he’d be so glad you trusted him enough for it 🥹🥹

Now, I know the idea of studio sex with joong can be really overused sometimes but think of this instead. It only STARTS in the studio. It’s just a nice soft makeout session because he’s so in love with you and is so appreciative of the fact you came to check on him late at night—

It’s just sweet, passionate kisses while you hold each other while you’re on his lap. He slowly starts grinding a bit, and dips his fingers just below your waistband, as to which you gasp and pull away. You quickly blurt out that you’re still a virgin, and he started apologizing, yet couldn’t understand, how could someone so incredible not be shown that?

Once you let him know you want him to take it, he immediately says, “I want to take my time, make you feel so good” He lifts you up and shuts off his computer. “Let’s go home, beautiful, this needs to be special.”

And one you get home, he’s immediately attached to your lips, laying you in the bed, double checking you’re ready for this, and then slowly removing your clothes. Of course, he decides he needs to eat you out first, but not before kissing and leaving marks on your torso, thanking you for letting him see you like this. He brings you to your first orgasm quickly, lapping up your arousal and release his mouth doing wonders on you. (It’s that rapper tongue 😫)

In your post-orgasmic bliss, you failed to notice Hongjoong also removed his clothes. He lets you sit and admire him for a minute before leaning against the headboard of the bed. You move to hover on top of him while he looks at you like you hung the very stars outside his window. “Take your time, baby. You’re in control. Let me know if you want stop.”

As you slowly lower on to him he can only bite his lip, eyes blown wide, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. He lets you adjust before you start grinding your hips. It’s ever so slightly, but god it feels good. It’s easily enough to make you both moan in pleasure.

“Shit Angel, youre so tight, can’t believe nobody’s stretched this pretty pussy out before. You’re gonna make me come too fast baby.” He can’t help but roll his hips up into you. “Are you alright? No pain?” You start to slowly lift yourself up and lower back down on his dick, shaking your head. You can barely think, but still manage to form a sentence.

“You have such a pretty chest, Joong. Wanna suck them. Please?” Hongjoong swore his heart stopped beating. He had to hold you still and regain his breath or he would combust. The feeling of his dick pulsing and filling you up drew you even closer to a second orgasm. He spoke slowly. “Such good manners, baby. You wanna touch, leave marks?” He chuckled as you nodded, and then resumed bouncing on his cock. “You’re doing so good sweetheart, go ahead.”

As soon as you’re given permission your mouth latches onto his pecs. The man below you can’t help but grown and whine. “So good Angel. I’m gon- ah, fuck. I’m gonna come. Please come with me baby.” He reaches down to rub circles on your clit, as you move up to lock your lips together.

“I love you, love you so much.” He’s rambling, pressing your foreheads together with his free hand. You whisper your words against his lips. “I love you too, so fucking much. Fuck, Joong. Come, please.”

Your orgasm triggers his own, to which he pulls out as fast as he can, covering your tummy with his release. You slump against his body, and he presses light kisses against your head. He slowly sits up, holding you in his arms. “You did so well Angel. I’m so proud of you. Thank you for letting me be your first.” You hum against his shoulder as he stands up. “I know, Angel. But we need to clean up. I’m gonna run a bath, does that sound good?” You nod and hum in affirmation as he starts running the water. Hongjoong sets you on the counter, massaging your thighs, and turns to check the water. Your words ring loud through the bathroom, despite being exhausted. “Thank you.” He turns back around. Tilting his head at you like a confused puppy. You could have sworn you fell even more in love with him in that moment. “I should be the one thanking you baby. Thank you for feeling safe enough to let me do that with you.”

He lifts you up and into the tub. Your body relaxes in the warm water while he gets in across from you. “Of course Joong. Trust you so much.” Your words are slurred, as you move into his arms. “Love you so much.”

“I know baby. I know.”

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[tom-foolery-incorporated]

could i ask something for soft/dom simeon with breeding kink x afab reader? thx!

How do you pronouns Simeon? Is it pronounced like Sigh-Mon or Sih-me-on? I always pronounced it like Sih-me-on.

MDNI, NSFW, 18+, soft dom Simeon, fingering, dirty talk, sub reader, AFAB! reader, gender neutral, praise, racially ambiguous, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy

"look how cute you are," Simeon cooed pinching and pulling on your clit. His arm was slung around your waist as you two lay next to each other and one of his legs was threaded under yours to keep you spread out for him. Simeon rested his head against your own with his eyes trained on where his fingers teased you. Your body was hot and you squirmed as he tugged, pinched, flicked, and rubbed at your poor clit. "I love this pussy so much," Simeon purred leaving kisses on the top of your head. His fingers slid through your folds collecting your juices to rub over your clit. He grabbed your throbbing nub between his middle and ring finger to pinch and move in circles. Simeon pulled a little hard earning a squeak and moan from you. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now," Simeon whispered into your ear, "I can't wait to fuck a baby into you." You gasped at his confession and arched your hips to follow the stimulation his fingers bestowed upon you.

"Would you like that?" Simeon slid his fingers into your sopping hole, rubbing the spongy spot at the top of your entrance. "Would you like it if you got knocked up?" He kissed along the shell of your ear making your hair stand on end. His fingers moved in and out of your cunt faster earning appreciative moans from you. Your hand closest to him reached up to grab onto his dark hair. Your pussy made sloppy wet sounds as he fucked you on his fingers. "Is this what you'll sound like on my cock, hm?" You turned your head towards him trying to hide from his words. "Aww," Simeon purred moving his other hand from your waist to hold your head to his chest, "my sweet love." You lifted your leg towards your chest trying to open up as much as possible for Simeon's godly fingers. You could feel your orgasm building within your lower stomach. Your thighs clenched and your toes curled. Whimpers poured freely from your mouth as Simeon worked your pussy open with his fingers. "Come on, baby," Simeon murmured, "show me how you'll cum around my cock." Your muscles tightened as your hole gripped his fingers in place. You moaned out his name as your whole body shivered in delight. Simeon sang your praises as he fingered you through your orgasm. When your body finally calmed down, he slowly slipped his soaked fingers out of your hole.

He pulled your head back softly so you would look up at him with his dripping fingers presented towards you. Simeon tapped his fingers against your lips prodding you to open them. When you did, his fingers slipped inside of your mouth leaving behind the mixed taste of his skin and your juices on your tongue. There was nothing but adoration within Simeon's eyes. Your lips curled around his fingers as he slowly slid them out of your mouth. His blue eyes were half-lidded with adoration towards your submission to him.

"Oh, my love," Simeon sighed stroking your hair with his eyes set solely on you. Your hand rested on his chest as you turned on your side to face him. He fluttered his lips along your forehead in small, gentle kisses. Your stomach did flips and fluttered at Simeon's affection despite him previously being knuckles deep within your pussy.

Simeon adjusted your position, flipping over so he was kneeling between your legs with his hands on either side of your head. The overhead light of his room flared behind his head like a halo making the angel look even more angelic above you. He dipped his head to your neck, tracing gentle kisses along your throat. You could feel his lashes fluttering against your skin with every peck he left against your neck.

"My precious lamb," Simeon mumbled against your skin. "Please let me take your body and make you feel highs you have never felt before. Please let me use your body as a vessel for pure pleasure." You leaned your head back giving Simeon more access to your neck, "fuck." Simeon's lips found yours in a slow yet sloppy kiss where you could not tell where your tongue ended and his lips began. When Simeon finally pulled away from your heavenly lips, he purred in amusement. "Watch your language, love," he teased, "I'd hate to have to punish you for your sins." Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling his hips against yours. You could feel his covered erection brush against your nude cunt, the fabric becoming stained with your wetness. "So eager," Simeon hummed moving his hands down your body, worshipping every curve, lump, stretch mark, and freckle that adorned your skin.

"Simeon," you whined wrapping your arms around his neck. Your angelic lover held your hips in his grasp, marveling at how the fat on your hip dipped under his fingers. "What is it, my love?" he asked rubbing his erection through your folds. "Please," you mustered pulling him closer, "I want your cock." Goosebumps rose to Simeon's tan skin at your confession. His beautiful little lamb begging to be fucked as they lay beneath him. Simeon could hardly contain the shiver that went through his body at the idea of marking your body with his cum. "And where do you want me?" Simeon coyly asked. You lifted your hips with every drag of his cock against your pussy. "I want you inside me," you said breathlessly, "I want your cum, I want your cock." Simeon held your face in one hand while the other massaged your hip. "You're so good for me," he said with nothing but love in his gaze.

Simeon pulled his cock out of his pants giving the shaft a couple tugs at the sight of your dripping cunt waiting so eagerly for him. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin as he rubbed the tip against your clit. You squirmed, already sensitive from your previous orgasm making Simeon chuckle a little bit. He slowly dragged his cock through your slick folds before resting the tip at your entrance. Your gooey walls swallowed every inch he gave eagerly until his pelvis bumped against your own. You felt so warmed from the feeling of his throbbing cock being cradled within your sex so delicately.

"You're always so warm," Simeon sighed content to just sit with his cock resting inside of you. However, the slight jolting and squirming of your hips let him know that he needed to move to keep you from becoming upset with him. He slowly pulled back letting you feel every vein on his shaft glide through your hole before pushing back inside with a sharp thrust. You felt the air leave your chest with the force behind his thrust earning a chuckle from Simeon. He kept this pace for a small amount of time before becoming desperate to fill your womb with his potent cum. The feeling of your velvety walls clinging to his cock with every thrust in and out was beyond heavenly. Simeon could be cast out of the Celestial Kingdom for all he cared but would still be able to find heaven here in between your legs. You hummed in pleasure as Simeon increased his pace letting the echoing slap of skin on skin bounce along the walls of his room. His arms wrapped around your waist in a tight embrace as his face lay buried in your chest. You could feel his panting breath against your skin coming out in hot puffs from his lips.

"I'm going-going to-" Simeon moaned your name, "going to cum inside, okay?" You nodded throwing your head back in pleasure.

"I need to hear you, my love."

"Yes! Please!"

"Do you want me to get you pregnant? Cum in you and make you nice and round? My beautiful little lamb pregnant from my seed-" He cut himself off with a grunt and a shakey moan of your name at the feeling of your cunt tightening from his words. "Take it, take it all."

Your womb felt warm as he flooded your cunt with his release. Simeon's thrusts slowed to a stop before he lifted himself from your chest to look at your hot sweaty skin glowing beneath him. "You're so good for me," he hummed running his fingers through your folds once again. You squirmed and whined at the feeling of his fingers dancing along your clit once again but did nothing to fight against his talented ministrations. "Give me one more," Simeon cooed, "I know you can." You nodded doing your best to focus on the feeling of being so full while his fingers made easy work of your throbbing clit. Suddenly the waves of pleasure overtook you once more letting you clamp around his still-sheathed cock in nothing but pure ecstasy. Simeon's eyes studied your face as you came around his cock once again. He had never seen beauty so marvelous lying beneath him before. You were his.

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[linnealikescoffee]

HAIIIIIIII!

So could I please have some dating and wedding headcanons with Sebastian, Ash, and your version of Lucifer from our rp? <3

Thx so much luvvie, you're the best! >w<

Hai! Of course luv<3 @spade-writes-things

Kuroshitsuji Dating+Wedding Headcanons!

Characters featured:

-Sebastian Michaelis

-Ash Landers

-Lucifer (Kuroshitsuji OC)

Sebastian

Dating:

Dating Sebastian would surely be one hell of a ride

Be prepared to have him be really, and I mean really protective over you, after all, you're just a fragile human

He'd actually show alot of affection and love around you

My guy is really romantic! He'd do anything to keep you happy, take you out to the finest dates and places etc.

Sebastian would always be awake before you to prepare you a nice breakfast

He'd remember every little thing you tell him and ever told him - sometimes it's scary that he knows what you say before you even do so

He'd not be huge on gift giving but on your birthday and other occasions, he always makes sure it's personal and has a meaning to it

Calls you love or darling

He prefers to big spoon you

long. slow. kisses.

Wedding:

Black themed wedding all the way

Would even teach Bard how to bake a Wedding cake (He'd fail, so Sebastian bakes it last minute)

You'd have silver engagement rings that would be adorned with small black gemstones

small wedding, guests would be Ciel , Meyrin (she'd be so jealous of you), Bardroy, Finnian, Tanaka (who would do the ceremony ) and Lizzie.

Lizzie would adore how cute you look and tell you atleast 50 times that night

Oh yes, you'd marry at night

Sebastian would be MESMERISED by your look

Ciel:" My two best servants are getting married "

Lizzy: "Isn't that just adorable Ciel?"

Ciel:" I suppose it is, but don't you dare to let your work go down just because of this marriage"

Ash Landers

Dating:

phew- how will I start with him?

He's overly religious, you know that, so if you aren't...Good luck-

he's a yandere .

Your his posession.

"My little Dove"

Sees you as art, can't believe how a mortal being can be so beautiful

Reminds you of your beauty alot (Will get angry if you doubt yourself)

He can be manipulative tho- (he just wants to protect you from all the evil in the world)

He'd only be intimate with you if he knows he is truly into you (he's shy, ok?)

He wouldn't be one for dates, he'd rather have him and his partner be alone and talk

He can't stand to see you cry and he will "purify" everyone that has ever harmed you

forehead kisses. back rubs.

He literally worships you

He'd pray every night that you aren't just a dream, but in fact his

Let's you play with his hair

He loves to make you gifts

Wedding:

White themed, white dress, white cake, white flowers

He'd gift you a bouquet of white roses

Your rings would be golden with a lilac gemstone

religious wedding

His kiss would be soft and gentle almost holding the promise of having you forever

Big wedding, he'd invite all your relatives and every angel he had ever been close to

Lucifer

Dating:

He is really affectionate, always has to hold you or tell you how much he loves and needs you

A goofball during some intimate moments tho-

He'd read you stories or sing to you when you can't fall asleep

Kissing along your jawline>>>

He's the little spoon, even demons need some love

Calls you his Lady, despite the contract, he'd do absolutely anything to make you happy

He loves seeing you smile for him, it makes him feel human

Please teach my man how to control emotions,he will literally be so confused on why suddenly he feels so jumpy when he's around you

gets excited very easy

physical touch>>>

Has a habit of scooping you up and carrying you around

His favorite activity with you would be picking flowers and laying in the gardens with you, handcrafting crowns

"My Queen"

he'd teach you how to fight in case he can't protect you at one point-

At some point he'd believe he has a heart, he just adores you so much

Wedding:

He'd love for you to wear a red dress

would pick up a bunch of flowers from the gardens to gift you a flower crown

Undertaker would have made his suit (they're besties)

Verrryyyy expensive rings, only the best for his lady

He would want you to become immortal after this, he can't be without you (he would NEVER eat your soul)

He would cry on your wedding day when he sees you walking up to him

Kisses really passionate and longing

He loves you.

Not proofread but I hope you enjoy!

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler headcanons #sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis headcanon #ash landers #Ash landers x readers #Ash landers fluff #Sebastian michaelis fluff #black butler fluff #black butler oc

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; pure vanilla cookie

requested by ; anonymous (31/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; pure vanilla cookie

outline ; “can you please do some pure vanilla relationship hcs please? thx (btw: i hope you have a nice break)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

pure vanilla cookie is a complete and utter gentleman in how he treats the people around him, but especially you as his spouse — starting from how he took his time to traditionally court and woo you before the two of you became an ‘official’ couple, and ending with him treating you as nothing short of royalty as you two settle more and more into your relationship

he rarely ever calls you by your formal name and rotates through a small selection of sweet pet names whenever he’s talking to or about you — including, but not limited to: ‘(my) beloved’, ‘(my) angel’, ‘(my) darling’, ‘dearest’, and ‘sweetheart’

he’s naturally a very giving person and will happily indulge in every single expression of love he knows of just to make sure you have no room left to doubt his feelings for you

acts of service — when it comes to taking care of you, status be damned pure vanilla cookie will do just about anything it takes to make your day a little brighter. this can mean all sorts of things, such as: going out of his way to get up earlier and make you breakfast in bed, sending word out to local vendors in the kingdom to ensure that they always have your favourite things in stock when he knows you’re going to go out to the market, or making sure that you get spoiled rotten and properly celebrated for every birthday, anniversary, or achievement.

gift giving — being the ruler of a thriving kingdom and a talented magic user, it’s safe to say that pure vanilla cookie is more than capable and willing to shower you with all sorts of gifts. of course amongst these gifts are things that are more lavish and elaborate (whole wardrobes worth of new clothing in the style of his kingdom, organised banquets to celebrate important milestones, using his magic to organise unforgettable dates for you both, and so on) but most of the things he gifts you are more small and thoughtful in nature, as is to be expected of someone like him: trinkets and souvenirs from his travels, books he thinks you’ll like, accessories that reminded him of you, and anything he sees that he knows will make you smile (e.g. a type of item he knows you like to collect)

physical touch — though he does tend to stick to a socially appropriate level of pda with you, pure vanilla cookie is far from the type to shy away from physical affection with you. around others he usually sticks to a set few acts (hand holding, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand/your fingertips/your knuckles, kissing you chastely on the lips or temple, brushing any hair out of your face, and reassuringly stroking his hands up and down your arms), but in private he’s much more varied in his displays of affection: more passionate kisses, cuddling and hugging you, dancing with you at random, letting his arms rest around your hips or waist, kissing along your shoulders, neck and wrists, etc. (he’s just… very touchy with you haha)

quality time — you’re his absolute favourite person to be around without question, whether you’re going out and having fun as a couple or just sitting together in silence doing your own things parallel to each other. every conversation, every date, every outing, every holiday, and every moment spent with you is something he treasures dearly and he does what he can to make sure that you’re as content and as comfortable in his presence as he is in yours.

words of affirmation — he’s the type of partner who tends to shower you with praise and attention whenever the opportunity arises. most of his affirmations are verbal (calling you beautiful/handsome as he presses a chaste kiss against your knuckles, earnestly congratulating you for every achievement and accolade you collect, softly and quietly reassuring you before you step out of your comfort zone, smiling as he recalls your strengths and talents to his oldest friends with more awe than he recalls those old stories from his adventuring days, etc.), but he’s also the type of sappy romantic to leave little love letters and notes around your shared space for you to find in his absence (e.g. a neatly folded note on your pillow telling you where he is, reaffirming his love for you, apologising for being absent, and promising to make it up to you at lunch time / or / a floating note on your vanity in his signature cursive that recalls a different positive affirmation every day that’s designed to make you smile, laugh, and relax for the day ahead)

though it’s easy to forget given how passive and pleasant he’s become in recent years, pure vanilla cookie is still a very capable magic wielder and, thus, is more than capable of protecting you should it come down to that — of course he’d much rather have the option to talk things out without having to shed blood, but if your safety is on the line then he’s not above returning to his roots and making damn sure the offending party knows to never try a stunt like this again

on the rare occasion that hollyberry cookie and the other ancients actually manage to get him tipsy (or, better yet, outright drunk), pure vanilla cookie will not stop talking about how amazing you are and how much he loves you — if nobody stops him or brings him somewhere quiet to rest and sober up, then there’s every chance that the ancients will spend the next few hours hearing about every little thing he adores about you until he finally passes out or golden cheese cookie goes and gets you so you can take your poor boyfriend home for the night

(the girls all think it’s absolutely adorable, dark cacao cookis is mostly neutral about the whole affair and just lets him rant, but golden cheese cookie and hollyberry cookie have both been known to tease him by reciting the sappiest things he’s said about you back to him when he’s sober again — usually something about your smile or the sound of your laughter)

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #pure vanilla cookie x reader #pure vanilla cookie fluff #crk fluff #cookie run fluff #fluff #fluff hcs

[azures-bazar]

Hiiiiii ! ❤️ I love your soft!Arthur one shots and was wondering if you could eventually write about female!reader comforting Arthur after a meltdown or something ! Like he had a very bad day or he just feels bad and cries and all but is too ashamed to show he's sad ! thx !!

Angel’s Tears 

Hey there anon, thank you for your request ! It means a lot &lt;3 I love writing sad stuff (don't ask why, it's my cup of tea), and soft/sad Arthur is a part of my fav subjects lol

I'm sorry if it took me so long, I got really busy with my job and my free time is mostly consisting in me resting while playing Cyberpunk 2077 lol. Having a new graphic card helps a lot.

I hope you'll like it despite these awful mistakes I've made !

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader 

Word count : 2.6k

Short summary : Arthur has been gone for three days and just came back after a dramatic set of events. You don’t want to leave him alone, so you’re taking him out for more privacy.

Warnings : mentions of torture and death

Tags : Chapter 3, Arthur is broken, angel tears, mentions of Isaac Morgan, you are Arthur’s treasure, soft boah, tears and kisses, some fluff, cute

It had been three days. Arthur had been gone for three days. This felt common for almost everyone around camp, but you genuinely thought he had been gone for weeks. You were used to have him wait for you by your tent every morning, sometimes passing his head between its flaps with a large smile. You loved being close to him when he was around camp, or when he was taking you to town. It was no secret for anyone that you had a little something for him, especially not to Mary-Beth. She had been quick to talk about this to Tilly, who told Karen, who then told Sean… who shouted about it all day long. That day, you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never come out of it. 

As far as you could recall, Arthur had spent his entire day blushing anytime your eyes would meet his. What a sweet thing you were, right here, probably loving him as much as he loved you ! Arthur was not good as talking about what he felt, but something you were sure about was the reciprocity of your feelings. You could easily tell he was sweet on you by the very beautiful look he was giving you, by his bright smile whenever he was seeing you after being gone for some time, by his overall attitude. What made him fall for you was the night you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder while listening to Javier’s ballads. He had carried you to your tent and did not let go all night long, appreciating the way you clung onto him, still leaving by the morning before anyone would spot him. 

His absence was noticeable, days felt rather dull whenever he was not waiting by your tent in the morning like he usually did. While you were on guard duty, you did your best to focus on the surroundings rather than think about him and feel this void surrounding you. You missed his embrace, his overall presence around camp. Even if Sean wanted to fill this emptiness by… forcing you into hugs you did not like, you counted each hour separating you from Arthur’s return, notting them on a paper in order to be more prepared for the next time. You knew he would most likely bring you something from his travels, or maybe not. You did not care, you just wanted him back at this point. 

"Guess who’s back !" Karen shouted from the camp’s entrance 

You were cleaning your riffle with Charles as you spotted Arthur coming back to camp. You calmly placed your riffle aside and approached him, noticing how pale Arthur was, how shocked he seemed to be, how much blood covered his shirt. He barely smiled at you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before taking a wad of cash from his satchel and moving straight to Dutch’s tent to give it to him before quickly heading to the water to wash himself before Ms. Grimshaw would force him to do so. As you watched him pass by Javier without saying a word, you understood he did not want to be bothered, leading you to swallow your desire for an embrace and head back to your riffle-cleaning. You knew Arthur did not like being bothered and wanted to give some space. 

"Looks like he's not alright." Charles noted, glancing at Arthur who was cleaning his shirt 

"I’ll let him cool down a bit." you answered, nervously rubbing your riffle’s trigger. "You know how he is when he’s not in the mood."

"Yes, but I guess you should do something anyway. Leaving Arthur like this ain’t a good idea, that’s for sure." 

You nodded at Charles' advice, taking a few more minutes to finish your chore before carefully walking to Arthur who was now sitting on his cot in a brand new shirt and a pair of clean trousers, staring into space without noticing you were actually standing right before him. You cleared your throat a little, not daring to touch him just yet. You knew how unpredictable Arthur’s reactions could be whenever he was lost in his thoughts and dragged back to reality, you had seen him slap Bill one day as he was just trying to catch his attention. 

"Excuse me, Arthur." you said 

Morgan gently turned his head to you, a sweet smile bloomed on his pale and haggard face. You felt something was wrong with him by the way his eyes spoke to you, filled with emptiness and melancholy. You had no idea about what Arthur had been up to, but the blood that was covering his him when he came back to camp made you supposed he got into a brawl, or maybe worse. Much worse. Arthur was a tough man, believing brawls were actually quite enjoyable when you had the advantage over the situation. You strongly believed something bad had happened. 

"I’m heading to town." you restarted, crossing your hands behind your back. "Would you like to join me ?" 

"I just came back to camp, Y/N." Arthur smirked. "I don’t think Dutch would allow that." 

"Don’t worry, he will allow you to spend some time with me at the saloon. C’mon, let’s go !"

"Errr… Fine."

Arthur rolled eyes and grumbled as he stood up. Since the day you got inducted into the gang, anyone could notice he could hardly say no to you. Your mesmerising eyes and adorable face never helped him. He would have brought you the moon on a silver plate if he could. He always found himself scrambling to make you happy, and could obviously not refuse leaving camp with you. Even if he had just come back from a three days long journey, he genuinely believed a moment with you could make him feel better instead of hiding his frustration, sadness and overall exhaustion behind his tent flaps. 

You quickly headed to Dutch to tell him you were taking his boy out to town. Surprisingly enough, Van der Linde agreed and even gave you enough money to spend on a room and a bath at the saloon. Dutch had seen Arthur’s overall mood when he gave him the money he had collected and had felt quite worried about him. Arthur’s empty eyes and tense expression had reminded him of the one he had years ago, following his return from Eliza’s house after finding out that she and his son Isaac were dead. He knew his boy would probably feel better with you as he was aware of your natural ease to work him. Dutch gave you some food as well, believing Arthur should be hungry after his travels. 

"Sure, sweet girl." Dutch told you. "Make sure not to get into trouble."

Unexpectedly, Arthur insisted on riding your horse, believing his one needed some rest as much as he himself did. He left them to Kieran’s care as he climbed on your silver Turkoman, helping you up and placing you before him. One of his hands rested on your waist as the other one carefully held onto the bridle, he led you out of the hideout.

"Let's go, m'lady." he told you

Your short journey to Rhodes was rather quiet as Arthur did not speak at all, making you feel awkward, if not even uncomfortable. At the saloon, you quickly ordered some food at the counter while renting a room and a bath before heading straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind you. 

"What happened, Arthur ?" you asked 

"Some shit." Morgan responded without meeting your eyes, taking his boots off. "Nothing to worry ‘bout." 

"You were covered in blood, Arthur. I know you’re tough, but that look on your face… what happened ?" 

Arthur looked up and bit his lower lip, calmly breathing before sitting down. You approached him and sat beside him, placing your hand on his back. It made him shiver, any time you touched him felt like a treasure for Arthur. He sighed, understanding he could not get away with it, believing talking to you would make things better. 

"While I was ridin’ in Roanoke, spotted some Murfrees torturing a couple of hostages." he whispered. "Poor feller had his four limbs broken, I guess. His wife died before me. I tried stopping them, and then I spotted a lil’ boy nearby… heard his pa’ saying « Alexander », I guess that was his name."

Tears started streaming down his cheeks as soon as he mentioned the presence of the child. You kept listening to him, being somewhat aware that the worst had happened to this poor family. Judging by Arthur’s attitude and sudden sadness, you could easily guess about their demise. You had known about Arthur’s son during a random talk you had with him, you could only imagine how terrible it must have been for him to witness the Murfree’s torture on a family. 

"As I tried killin’ these damn Murfrees, one of them got out and took the child as the feller died beggin' me to find his son." Arthur hiccuped. "I tried runnin’ after them… looked for the kid for hours. Found his body at the bottom of a hill." 

Arthur quickly rubbed his eyes while bitting his lower lip. His hands clung onto his legs as you ran your fingers across his back. Witnessing the body of a child deeply broke him as he transposed the image of Isaac on him. On a boy who would have been about his son’s age by his death. 

"I could have done somethin’, Y/N…" he grumbled, turning his head to you. "I could've done somethin’… if only I had been here earlier… m-maybe…"

"You couldn’t have done anything." 

"I… I could have…"

"It’s alright, Arthur. It’s alright." 

You were heartbroken after hearing his distraught, his pain. There were no words to describe how bad you felt when you met his devastated gaze, tears streaming on his reddish cheeks, his wobbling lower lip. Your hand made its way through his hair, you played with it as Arthur buried his head against your shoulder. You passed your hand on his cheek, causing him to catch it while crying. It made you shiver a little, but you did not mind. In fact, you appreciated his complete trust, knowing he would have never spoken this way to anyone else but you. 

"I'm sorry, darlin'." Arthur sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

He wanted to feel your touch, he needed it. He needed you more than anything at this moment, and no words came out of his mouth to express his pain. He firmly held your hand on his cheek, letting out a few sobs as you carefully kissed the top of his head. Your other hand made its way to his shoulder, you left your thumbs rub it without bothering about what was surrounding you. Nothing else mattered but Arthur, nothing else. 

Poor man sobbed for long minutes while you kissed his temple at times, watching the sun go down through your window. You did not dare saying a word, believing it would break Arthur into pieces. Just a word and your favourite cowboy would probably collapse into your embrace, so you remained silent and allowed him to cry on your shoulder, rocking him back and forth at some point before he slowly moved away from, looking into your eyes with a soft smile. 

"Thank you, sweetheart." he whispered 

"Don’t thank me." you smiled. "I couldn’t leave you like that." 

"You’re a real treasure, you know that ?" 

You shrugged a little, your smile got wider. Arthur had told you a few times that your sole existence was one of his biggest treasures. He could not describe how safe he felt with you, how much your smile could make all the troubles go away in a mere second. You were one of the last pillars of his life, and he was quick to show it whenever you were with him. From embraces to two or three quick kisses on your lips, Arthur knew how to make you feel special.

As you were about to kiss his forehead one more time, Arthur quickly rose to change your target. Your lips landed on his instead, causing you to blush as he gently opened his mouth to make it last longer. You calmly took his face between your hands, keeping his head close to yours for a short while until moving back a little. Your bright smile made him blush, despite his darker shade was hard to notice due to the overall lightning in the room. 

"Yeah, you’re a treasure." Arthur said. "My beautiful treasure." 

"You’re going to make me blush." you chuckled 

"I’d love to, girl. I’d love to." 

The two of you talked for a long while up until a prostitute brought you some food on a plate, carefully placing it on your bedside table. Instead of allowing Arthur to take care of you as he usually did, you believed Morgan needed some rest and that you had to pay him back. You ate with him, listened to him talk about his discoveries, about these wild animals he had the opportunity to draw, about the overall strange ambiance he felt while travelling around Roanoke Ridge, being thankful the gang didn't settle there. He had brought you a beautiful emerald he had found somewhere near an old house, hidden in a crate. 

"It ain’t much, but I really thought you’d like it." he smiled. "I wanted to go to a jeweller and make a ring out of it, but ain’t got no time."

"It’s amazing, Arthur !" you praised him. "It’s a god damn emerald ! Of course I love it !"

"Just… don’t tell Dutch I gave you an emerald, right ? He'll get mad."

"I won’t tell anyone."

You watched Arthur eat his whole plate of fried fish so fast that you barely had time to start eating yours. You felt lucky Dutch had given you some more food, Arthur was hungry. He ate some bread, some of your vegetables and the two apples you had brought with you. Then, you dragged him to the bathroom, carefully undressing him as he looked at you with wide opened eyes. You had never seen him naked before, but did not care at all. In fact, it was even pleasant to see !

"Get in there so I can wash you." you said, placing your hands on your hips

"I ain’t a child, Y/N." Arthur said as he sat down in the bathtub 

"You sure ain’t. Just relax and lemme help you." 

Arthur shrugged as you started massaging his broad shoulders. He loudly moaned as you reached his neck, he absolutely adored having you press your hands on it. As far as he could remember, Arthur had always loved taking care of you. He loved staying by your bed when something was wrong or when you felt bad, he had helped you bathe following Blackwater’s botched heist to which you had participated and were traumatised for days. Arthur loved having you under his watch, having you doing the same for him was unusual, but worth it. He could breathe, he could forget.

It took him a few minutes to doze off. His soft snore made you smile as you dried your hands, sitting by the bathtub to look at him. What a handsome feller you had here ! His long eyelashes were quick to make many women jealous of him, it gave him a rather angelic look. Who would have thought that this tall and brawny man, his face wet with all these angel’s tears which had streamed on his cheeks, was an outlaw ? A man who had killed people, who had beaten some of them up ? Who would have thought that a man with such puppy eyes had blood on his hands ? 

"Ain’t you a handsome man…" you smiled 

The lack of response from Arthur’s part was no surprise. You watched him sleep, surrounded with this faint steam and soap bubbles, his eyes moving beneath his eyelids. You could not help but smile at this beautiful sight, you adored it. It was worth it, having Arthur rest like this was worth it. You knew he deserved it, you genuinely wanted him to be alright. And, that night, your presence healed his poor soul. You were everything for him, a reason to keep going.

You were his treasure. 

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfiction #fluff #cute #arthur morgan cries #soft arthur is the best #my giffs

[maxpotterblack]

Sirius: Do I look gay?

Remus: I don't know, do you want to look gay?

Sirius: Are you gay, Remus?

Remus: I'm a queen.

Sirius: Don't you wanna date a gay Gryffindor King?

Remus: Where can I found someone like that?

Sirius: Remus do you remember the first thing i asked you?

Remus: If you look gay?

Sirius: Yes, that.

Remus: Well yeah... Why?

Sirius: *take a deep breath* Because to you I'm straight but my ass is gay ass hell and you're the gayest person I've ever met and your ass is beautiful and gay so I want to look gay so you can look at me and think "Oh Sirius is gay" and fall in love with me and then we kiss each other every night on the astronomy tower and you touch my ass and I touch your ass and then I name you my queen in front of everyone in the great hall and- and then we get married and have four little werewolves and adopt a pet but not a dog cause that would be like slaving ourselves- So we adopt a snake called Snape because he is a Viper just like my mother- and then we will die old and gay.

Remus:....

Sirius:....

Remus: W-well that was a particular proposal.

Sirius: *tears*

Remus: I-I wanna date you, Sirius.

Sirius: *smile and kiss his cheek* Wanna know what I want now?

Remus: *smile* What do you want now?

Sirius: *angelically looking at him* I wanna fuck y-

James: THAT'S SHITTY ENOUGH! IT'S 4AM SHUT THE FUCK OFF OR I WILL KILL YOU!

Peter: James it's not 4AM. It's 4PM we just came back from your quidditch practice.

James: You don't know how to read the clock Peter, with WHICH RIGHT YOU ARE SAYING THAT

Peter: I AM LEARNING HOW TO DO IT

Remus: *get into the closet* GUYS

Them: WHAT?!

Sirius: My love what are you-?

Remus: *Opens the door* I'm coming out of the closet.

Them:....

James: I KNEW IT! YOU LOOK SO GAY

Peter: You screams slay everywhere

Sirius: THANKS FOR TRUSTING US

Hi! English is not my first language, I'm still learning. If I say something wrong, would you correct me?

Thx

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[kthecutest]

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helloo I saw this here and I think it's adorable could you do one of these w harua?

thx in advance

ハルア Harua as your bf (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

A/N ೃ⁀➷ I'm sorry for so much delay ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I had to do some researches on Haru, hehe hope you'll enjoy this! ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

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Pure innocent bunny boy who places you as his number 1 priority always

Straight up all-time princess treatment for you. Will give you massages, and any other thing that will help you relax and feel loved around him.

If you ever felt down, Harua is your number 1 safe space. Will snatch you into his arms, cuddling you so tightly as you leans into his cozy tender chest. This sweetie would literally even go on to help you with whatever he can and that includes; giving you the best massage ever, showering you with little gifts or cuddles and helping out with any paperwork that he could.

He’s not as athletic as his K hyung but he definitely got his flexibility from K. Will make sure to help you stretch after you’re done working; just to keep you fit and relaxed. “C’mon honey~ you need to keep stretching! Or else you’ll end up being so stiff baby”, Harua would whine trying to convince your lazy figure to go along with his flow once you started complaining.

Expect him to always go all out on every dates he goes out with you. No matter if it’s the way he dresses or the gifts that are ready to be given to you or the dramatic scenery that he would take you to, making sure no settings could ever get old.

100% asks his Nicholas hyung for photography tips. Harua’s got some basic skills down but he wanted to be better just for you. You love to take photos wherever you two go, so he wanted to always take the most beautiful photos of you, even keeping some to himself.

He would sometimes scroll through his phone and randomly sings out loud any random song lyrics with his angelic tune. Random or not, his singing is the sweetest thing ever to your ear. You would instantly run to him tugging on his sleeves, requesting him to sing more for you. Bunny boy will gladly agree, singing you any melody you’d be pleased to hear.

He’s those neat boyfriends who would clean up after you. You’re definitely not the tidiest person out there, you’re always too lazy to even organize any of your storages. And that’s what he’s here for. Watch him pick up all the dirty worn-clothes lying on the floor, hurling them straight into the washing machine. All the ornaments are all on order and glossing, not a single dust, standing still on the shelves.

It’s no doubt that this bunny boy is the cutest thing ever. But whenever you call him “cute”, expect to always hear a deny followed by a pout. He doesn’t think he’s cute but you’re there to make sure to make him acknowledge it proudly. Will eventually get him to agree with it; with some type of deal or pleading request.

You could hear the melodic harmonies that arise from the tapestried room once in a while. The pressure landing on the white keys that elicit such celestial tunes. He’d fine you in the door way, peering at his figure seated in the center, his tender fingers on the keys, pressing each with the movement of an overflowing spring.

In conclusion, just two words; boyfriend-material. This bunny boy is no doubt the sweetest, cutest, loveliest, boyfriend.

#&team #andteam #&team imagines #&team scenarios #&team harua #shigeta harua #&team fluff #&team soft hours #Adorable lil bunny boy harua

[dre6ming]

The delicate beginning rush

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!!! Everything is fake !!!

Inspired by: @oh-austin

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tmz

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tmz: y/n4real.2002 and joshuabassett spotted out on a date at a small restaurant in the upper east side of New York. The two of them seemed cozy with each other and they went as far as sharing a few tender moments, when Joshua leaned over to kiss (Y/n) on the forehead. Seems like someone moved on from rock’n roll music straight into pop. #y/n #joshuabassett #ab

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fan29: omg the matching caps, the kiss on the forehead, they look so cute. I’m here for it.

↳fan12: yesss my Queen looks like she’s glowing, they look so sweet together

↳joshuafan2: didn’t know I needed this, but I guess I did, what a gentleman

↳fan2F: definitely boyfriend material

↳joshuafan39: hell yeah

ab23fan: but…but…Austin? What? Did we miss a chapter?

↳hater3: or we could all agree she’s a slob and doesn’t know how to hide her affairs

↳hater3: or we could all agree she’s a slob and doesn’t know how to hide her affairs

↳fan.00.3: she’s 19!!! can we stop?! She’s not a serial dater

↳ts13fan: they are treating my girl like they did miss Swift years ago, nothing new…

fan8008: oh to be her… what a dream😊🫠

↳fan2.owo: she truly is so beautiful and lucky

↳tsmidnights13: definitely lucky

joshuafan.23: can’t even be mad at him, he scored big time

↳fansofjosh: damn right he did. I’m here for them. 🫣

fan62.non: moved on from rock’n roll to pop?? TMZ knows what they’re doing. Form Austin (Elvis) to Joshua. Rock to pop. Ahshakshd

↳tmz: 🤫🫣👀

roxanne.02_b1tch

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roxanne.02_b1tch: just New York things… y’ know 📸:sadiesink_

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sadiesink_: craziest New York trip ever… oh God 🤣

↳y/n4real.2002: sadiesink_ we love you too 💜

↳roxanne.02_b1tch: y/n4real.2002 damn right we do😈

↳fan203: haha the best ever, never a boring day with these girls

↳sadiefan: I knew the stayed friends after filming, icons 😎

↳fan_love: right? Oh my they are just…

fan.34-love: anyone else still ships them, after Amelia and Dylan?? Like I’m still not over their love story ending so badly.

↳fan.rec.65: omg yeah Dylan and Amelia deserved so much more… if only they had time.

↳sadie.3.fan: so time to live vicariously through (Y/n) and Sadie? 🧐

↳fan2: they are not together… just friends

tchalamet: um y/n4real.2002 when was this? And where was I?

↳y/n4real.2002: 🤐

↳tcfan: little jealous baby

↳fan1: go off Timmy, go off.

billieeilish: when am I invited next?

↳roxanne.02_b1tch: anytime, bitch stop stalling and come

↳y/n4real.2002: when are you NOT invited? Just come on over

↳billiefan: best comment chain here, no doubt.

↳fan_2: for sure

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002: there you have the cover art form my first single Best-friend. This picture was taken last Christmas in Aspen and it features me (left) and tchalamet (right) trying our hand at snow angels. Pre-save now on all platforms :)) thx: finneas 4 everything I wanted & republicrecodrs 💜 📸:pauline.chalamet

#bestffiend #presave #republicrecods

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tchalamet: I think we can all agree my snow angel looks better

↳y/n4real.2002: they say denial is bittersweet, you for sure must know 😎

↳tchalamet: take that back..now!!

↳y/n4real.2002: never 😈

↳fan.3: she did the better one, tho

↳tcfan29: hate to not take my baby’s side, but she did have the better one

pauline.chalamet: hm what a talented photographer 🤔 also let’s settle this, she had the better snow angel

↳y/n4real.2002: ha take this tchalamet

↳tchalamet: my own sisters. I’m hurt

↳fan.ts.love: family drama

finneas: can’t wait for everything to be done and out😬

↳y/n4real.2002: 🤫😈

↳fan234: what?! What?! Does?! This?! Mean?!!

↳ts..26.fan: girl needs to stop hanging with Taylor

↳fan.theory: but the caption.. thx 4 EVERYTHING I WANTED?? That has to be a song title

austinbutler: eager to listen, sure it’ll be amazing

↳abfan: am I dreaming? No way he commented on her post.

↳ab24fan: AND she didn’t even reply to his comment 😩😩 this is so chaotic

tchalamet

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tchalamet: um anyway I still strongly believe I won the snow angel contest, but whatever it’s fine. Go pre-save her music or something…

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pauline.chalamet: petty doesn’t suit you brother

↳y/n4real.2002: tell him Pauline!!!

↳tchalamet: blocking the both of you right now

↳tcfan: he’s so petty, god I’m here for it.

↳fan.23.fan: he just can’t accept defeat 🤣

fan45: I just know this song will be a banger

↳tchalamet: can confirm it will

↳fan45: Timmy replayed omg omg I’m dying 😱😱

austin.b.update

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austin.b.update: Austin out with gf Kaia Gerber in Boston, after he allegedly took a detour flight to see her, before heading to LA. This is their first appearance since the Gala and since that whole debacle with (Y/n). Thoughts?? #gossip

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abfan23: detour flight? Last minute? Someone’s guilty or feeling guilty 👀

↳ab2fan: right? I thought the same thing, it’s all too weird - the timing, everything

↳kaia2fan: our man is guilty as charged and poor Kaia is taking it as is

fan2: um guys why did we need to bring (y/n) in the talk? They are just friends

↳kaia33fan: you and I have different views so let’s agree to disagree

kaia.stan: Kaia looks so sad, something definitely went down in NY

↳ab.Stan: for sure and I have a feeling we’ll find out soon

joshua.bassett.stan

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joshua.bassett.stan: apparently Joshua was out in New York today and went on a little shopping spree for some jewelry. On the second slide you see the bracelet he bought, right before his date with (y/n), the cashier who rang him up said he was very particular about the heart on the bracelet being purple. The retail price is at 354$ us.

Now this leaves us wondering, how serious are they? And how long as this been going on? Were all those pictures with Butler just PR? #gossip #q&a

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fan1: that bracelet is so beautiful and the Purple Heart?? Agh that’s her signature.

↳joshua.fan: a true gentleman for knowing that

abfan4: first you say Austin and Kaia are PR and now this… y’all need to lay off their back

↳fan483.02: only time will tell if we’re right.

↳fan22: but you have to agree it’s all sus, with the timing and all.

joshuafans: what if they are working on music?👀

↳joshua.bassett.stan: could be… but the bracelet and the forehead kiss tell me they’re dating 100%

↳fan4joshua: don’t care they look so cute.

fan.lovely: guys she’s reading the newspaper?? Such an icon.

↳fan2: now everyone get in line to buy a newspaper and be just like her. 🤡 we know we have to, right?

↳fan4y/n: oh I think I spot you in line 🫣 guess I’m caught red handed

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[trixidemons]

Hello here i Am talking about my OCS stories! 👇 :3

Warning: Truma

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1.Trixi

When she was a child her Dad dies when she was having 6 years old she was waiting for him but he didn't come back, ofc very sad and depressed when she know that her Dad was dead she was standing in her room Every day, crying, 8 years after that she was making a friend Named Antonio he was her best friend but she didn't know that Antonio was Falling in love whit her and he was obsesed whit her, but trixi was having just 15 years old and Antonio 26 Trixi didn't fall in love whit him, when the time goes Antonio decided to make something fun whit Trixi cuz he was his B̠E̠S̠T̠I̠E̠, the fun things was that, he hypnotized her to don't Say or do something, after that he R҉A҉P҉E҉D҉ her just Because h̠e̠ L̠o̠v̠e̠d̠ her and he wants to Trixi knows that too, (goodlly Antonio was shot in head by Someone) but when trixi wake up she was terifed, disgusted and trumatized by him and again she was depressed and she just stay in her room,

after two years Trixi know a girl Named Iapane-akuma no Naku But she call her Iapan after knowing her more she fall in love whit her and Iapan too, Trixi Loved her Soo much but one day Iapan got shot in heart by Someone and died, that was again a trauma but very angry and agressive whit Everyone

After again 1 year she know an angel Named Angelo, he was sweet and good and he was Falling in love whit her and Trixi too but the Angels Doesn't like trixi and they forbidden to see Trixi ever again, but Angelo angry fall in hell whit Trixi to be whit her (after that they Found two boys, Rey and Trap, and they maked a familly)

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2.

Trap's story:

When Trap was a child his big brother was beated, ab0sed him in every way and maltrated by him, but in one day Trap says Stop at this ab0se and he Drowned him to death, in that time Trap was finally free but whit no familly but 2 Weeks later he Found his new familly

Trixi, Angelo and Rey (his boyfriend)

Yes Trap likes the boys cuz he was ab⌑sed se️✶ual too and he Can't relate to a girl or feel something for a girl

And his brother removed his teeth and put in his Mouth a bear trap, TRAUMA

Sry if this was too short

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3.Angelo

Angelo was an angel but Everyone Doesn't like him or his work, Everyone day when Someone was in Danger he Saved Them, fighting but no One cares of that or if he is okay or if he need help, when the time goes Angelo Found a beautiful demon Named Trixi, he fall in love whit her cuz she was pretty and kind, and didn't care if she was the queen of demons, but when the other angels heared that they was angry of that and they forbidden to see Trixi ever again but Angelo ofc angry of that, he Hug Trixi and he fall in hell whit her forever just Because he Loved her very much

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4.Rey

When Rey was 8 he was in a Arena, fighting whit people, but he almost was going to Die 20 times, he was very Scatched and beated but he didn't give up and dies, he didn't give up, ofc he was beated up Every day, but no One cares, when he was 18 he finally Found a way to Go from that Arena, and go to Find a familly, 4 Weeks later he Found Trap, Trap was a little scared but Rey comfort him saying "it's okay i dont wanna do nothing bad" after 5 days both of Them started to love Eachother, again after 1 week they fond Trixi and Angelo, and they finally Found a home and a familly

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Trixi: 23 years old

Trap: 24 years old

Rey: nearly 24 years old

Angelo: 24 years old

They'r real Name: Trixi-magnus (nickname-Trix)

Trap-cruentum (nickname-Trapi)

Rey-pugnator (nickname-GetRey)

Angelo-UltorAngelus (nickname-Angi)

In that time when Trixi was 18 and the boys was 19, she Teach Them how to Write, she Teach Them some language like Spanish, French,German, Italian, Japanese English, Turkish,Russian, and how to read and how to fight

Thx for read they'r stories :))))) 💞💕💓

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#trauma #my ocs #stories

[river-ocean]

RIVER. mondays are awful. pls make it better with a little piarles with #13 pls and thx? i love u with all my heart

piarles + enjoying the sun that’s warming their face

sol my loveeeeee YOU are the sun. i am SORRY i didn't give this to you yesterday but i hope it makes your tuesday better??

also i kiiinda went a little off prompt here but pls enjoy me waxing poetic about charles through pierre xoxoxox

Pierre thought Charles looked beautiful in the sunlight.

Charles was beautiful in the morning, in their bedroom, the east facing windows allowing the early morning sunlight to filter in and illuminate Charles’ face. It was a perfect way to wake up each morning. 

He was beautiful in the afternoon, on a hot sunny day spent by a rooftop pool, Charles lounging on a raft in the water, with the sun high in the sky and kissing his body. Pierre knew Charles would end up sunburnt if he stayed there much longer, but another minute or two for Pierre to admire him wouldn’t hurt.

He was beautiful just before sunset, as they shared dinner on a patio. Charles’ cheeks were flushed from the wine he’d been sipping on. He looked angelic, with the sun reflecting off his dark hair and giving him a halo. Pierre understood why it was called golden hour.

But there was something exquisite about Charles at nighttime, something that made his beauty almost haunting.

Even in a crowded club, colored lights dancing across Charles’ face, Pierre knew Charles was the most beautiful person in the room.

And beside the ocean, standing in the sand, looking out over the waves, Pierre thought Charles might actually be sculpted by the gods. With the moonlight and the stars and the lights from the harbor in the distance casting shadows on his face, Pierre couldn’t help but send up a silent prayer, thanking whoever sent Charles to him.

#piarles ficlet #f1 rpf #sunshine for sol!!! #spring prompts

[dead-loch]

I didn’t know him but I feel like freddie mercury would have thought it was so cool that queen was the soundtrack to good omens. an angel and demon falling in beautiful messy queer love over 6000 years? yes. that’s what the music was made for thx

#good omens #does anyone else get super bummed about artists not seeing how far their creations will go #lmao obv I didn’t know him #imagine a world without queen #wait don’t I almost made myself cry

[hash1ras]

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓪 ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

hi guys im officially on ao3!!!!!! 

thx for all the love n support for my aot fic so far! ive had so much fun writing + creating this story based of my favorite animanga (and big shoutout to my bestie @youngblood-182​ for helping me edit ilysm♡)

here’s a lil blurb from one of my fav chapters (feat my angels levi and hange)

 ofc if u like it, check out the ongoing story on ao3 or wattpad  ♡ ♡ ♡

Octavia Braus never wanted to be a soldier.

But in the year 845, when the Colossal Titan appeared, she had no choice but to fight back. Taking the ODM gear off of a nearby dead soldier, she desperately attempted to protect herself against the titan hordes. When the smoke cleared, standing amongst the carnage, she was immediately arrested by the Military Police for unauthorized use of military gear.

And so, at just 17 years of age, she found herself with two choices: execution for committing a capital offense or enlisting and using her innate talents for the good of humanity.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬

“So,” Octavia said, her eyes trained on Pyxis. “I guess this means you’re my commander now.”

He chuckled softly. “It’s funny you should say that. Considering it’s actually become a recent subject of debate.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Sir?”

Almost as if on cue, the second knock of the evening resounded against the door. 

Pyxis sighed. “Yes, yes. Come in.”

Octavia didn’t dare to turn around. The sound of multiple footsteps entered. One particular pair rapidly approached her on the right. A chaotic blur abruptly caught her peripheral vision. She turned her eyes only to be met with another pair, behind wide rimmed glasses and full of wild enthusiasm. A face suddenly coming into view, one that she didn’t immediately recognize because it was only inches away from her own. 

The person dropped to one knee and grabbed Octavia’s hands into their own, cupping them lovingly and enthusiastically. As she locked eyes with the person beneath her, it suddenly registered. It's them. The scout that was intensely watching me at the trial. What the hell?

“Hiya! My name is Zoe Hange. I’m with the Scouts.” Their eyes were glistening, and their mouth grew into a broad smile. “Wow! Aren’t you a beauty? Speaking of beauty, I heard you encountered the Armored Titan. What was he like? I wanna know everything! Please tell me every last little gorgeous detail!”

Octavia was so shocked by this sudden declaration that she didn’t notice the rest of the people that had entered as well.

“Oh, uh. Well-”

A different voice emerged from across the room, slightly in front of Octavia. The two simultaneously looked up to find the source.

“Give it a rest, four eyes. She’s not gonna wanna join the scouts if you act like a crazed lunatic.”

Octavia locked eyes with the one who was addressing them. It was him, the man that had harshly scolded Nile. He was much shorter, standing at eye level, with straight black hair hanging over an undercut and the same dark, condescending glare. He leaned against the wall to the left of Pyxis with his arms crossed and that same unmistakable attitude of irritability. He’s even scarier up close. Damn. Wait...Did he just say I’m possibly joining the Scouts?

Hange turned their head back to Octavia, that same wild look in their eyes. “Nevermind shorty here. He’s just got a severe attitude problem. Anyways, that’s a nasty scar. You said it happened when you fought the Armored, right?” They leaned closer, their nose almost touching Octavia’s. “What was it like?”

She felt another presence approach her from the left. She turned to see another scout from the trial who was bent over and aggressively sniffing her. He stood, giving a satisfied smile and nod, before taking a seat to the right of Pyxis.

“Hange, that’s enough.”

Another familiar voice. Octavia’s eyes met the kind, blue eyes of the Scout Commander as he entered the front of the room. His calm, confident composure was a nice change from the sulking soldier in the opposite corner. The man gently smiled.

“I’m Commander Erwin, leader of the Scout Regiment. I see you’ve already met Hange.” He nodded toward the other blonde man that had just abruptly smelled her. “This is Miche, and this other soldier is Levi. They are all members of the Survey Corps. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Well, up close and personally, at least.”

Octavia blinked, unsure of what to say. Her hands were still firmly clasped in Hange’s. It was almost comforting, in a way. Her eyes trailed back to Pyxis, wearing an expression of annoyance and exhaustion.

Erwin approached Octavia and knelt down to meet her eyes. There was something about him, so calm yet so full of fierce resolve. His presence was mesmerizing. 

“Octavia, on behalf of the Survey Corps and humanity itself, I want to thank you for what you did in Shiganshina. Your actions were nothing short of selfless, and your immeasurable courage was truly inspiring. Your death at the hands of the Military Police would have been a grave fault.”

She couldn’t tear away from his cobalt gaze. This man was a Commander, a distinguished military member, yet here he was, showing reverence for an ordinary girl. 

“Um, thank you?”

Levi scoffed, Pyxis tried to stifle a chuckle, and Erwin warmly smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. He rose from his position on the floor and returned beside the Garrison Commander.

“But, I have to be honest,” Octavia said. All eyes turned to her. “I’m not a hero. I just did what I had to do and it probably didn’t make that much of a difference. In my defense, I’ve always been the reckless, selfish type but me? A soldier? I don’t know if I’m cut out for that.”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air before an annoyed voice cut through the tension.

“Tch. Well, isn’t that great? We went through all that trouble to save the brat, and this is how she repays our kindness.”

Octavia turned to see Levi, his cold eyes fixed on her like a predator aiming to strike its prey. A look she was certainly no stranger to.

“Guess that’s it then,” he continued. “Maybe we should just let the MPs kill you after all. I’m sure Nile would have no problem making time in his busy schedule for your execution. What a waste of time this has been.”

What the hell did he just say to me?

In an instant, something in her snapped. She cocked her head slightly to the left, proudly displaying the gash lining her cheek. Her eyes were half-lidded, a deadpan expression on her face. Levi’s eyes widened slightly.

“If this kid’s really from the Underground like you say she is, then she knows how to fight. If you were smart, you wouldn’t push your luck. That’s one fight you’re guaranteed to lose.’ That’s what you said, right?”

She briefly looked him up and down with narrowed eyes before continuing. “You should probably take your own advice.” 

The already uncomfortable silence swelled.

A hearty laugh erupted, breaking the discomfort, but Octavia didn’t dare to break eye contact with Levi.

“Ah, what a relief. And here I was worried that your tenacious spirit was just a farce.”

Levi scoffed and turned his attention toward Pyxis, who was still trying to control his laughter. Erwin sighed. Octavia remained locked on Levi, trying to visibly hide the intense satisfaction she was feeling. 

The room remained quiet for a few more seconds until an excited voice spoke up. 

“So. About that Armored Titan?”

“Hange!” All four voices scolded ceremoniously. 

#aot #snk levi #aot hange #aot drabbles #levi x oc #snk fic #attack on titan #levi aot #aot imagines #hange zoë #aot headcanons #erwin x reader #levi x hange #attack on titan x reader #aot final season #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi ackerman x you #hange x reader #miche aot #aot scenarios