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mollysolo · 8 months

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The Archer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X fem!super solider!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky spend your last night in Louisiana together.

Warnings: Cuddling, kissing, Bucky and the reader being internally reflective, mentions of the reader and Bucky being involved with HYDRA in the past + their trauma, nightmares and insecurities, the reader tears up once, Bucky startles the reader once

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: lol i kinda hate this but i hope y’all like it anyway! also, this is sort of based off of the archer by taylor swift. :)

the gif below does not belong to me

Currently, you were sat under a large, beautiful peach tree in the backyard of Sarah’s Louisiana home. You had spent most of your last day here soaking in the sun and occasionally going swimming with Bucky in a nearby lake, knowing that you wouldn’t have that time to relax as much when you, Bucky and Sam got back to New York.

And while you sat under that tree, you thought about Bucky, as you often did. Before him, you had never quite felt like you had belonged anywhere, even amongst the Avengers. But then he appeared in the compounds living room, he looked into your eyes and you felt understood and seen for once in your life.

Like everyone else, you were aware of what Bucky had been through and you had to admit, it made you feel a bit less alone to know that someone else had faced the same horrors that you did when HYDRA had you. You understood each other more than anyone else on the team — even Steve — which only made you fall incredibly fast for him while the two of you got to know each other.

“Doll?” Bucky quietly said as he stood next to where you were sitting under the tree, — so quiet that you probably wouldn’t have heard him if you weren’t a super soldier too — gently bringing you out of your reflective thoughts.

You blinked a few times then looked up at him, a smile instantly rolling out across your lips the second your eyes met his own. You were happy to see him as you had started to wonder not too long ago where he had disappeared to.

He then revealed to you the small box he had been hiding behind his back, making your smile even brighter once you had quickly read the words on the packaging.

When helping Sam clean out the Wilson family boat, he had found a hammock Sam had stored there a few years ago and forgot to actually use. Sam had happily agreed to let Bucky take it when he asked, knowing that the two of you would probably get more use out of it.

Ever since you and Bucky had become a couple, Sam watched as the years of pain and guilt disappeared from your faces and eyes while light and happiness reappeared. His two closest friends were finally at peace and he’d always be there for both of you whenever you needed something.

You then sat up a little more and watched Bucky with admiration in your eyes while he grabbed the tools he had gotten from Sam’s tool box and began to set up the hammock on the tree. And you couldn’t be more excited for him to finish setting it up, only wanting to cuddle with your lover as the sun set and the stars eventually came out.

Neither you nor Bucky felt the need to talk a lot whenever you were around each other, always feeling comfortable enough with each other to just let silence take over for a while. HYDRA had taken away both of your needs to be talkative long ago after all.

Once he had finished setting up the hammock on the tree you had been sitting underneath, you stood next to him as he laid down in it, crossing his feet at the ankle once he got comfortable. And as you stood there, you admired him a bit more. He was such a handsome man inside and out and you still couldn’t believe that he was actually yours.

And while you were admiring him, Bucky slowly reached over and wrapped his arms around your waist, swiftly pulling you into the hammock with him. You let out a gasp that quickly turned into a lovesick grin while you got used to being in the large piece of fabric.

While you got used to the feeling of being in a hammock, you let your body relax on top of Bucky’s and you laid your head down on his chest. And once you had stopped moving, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist once more and held you close to him.

You placed your right hand on his chest, right over his heart, the other resting next to your bodies. Your eyes trailed up from the collar of his shirt, to his neck, to his jaw where you placed a soft kiss as your eyes finally met his. “I love you, Bucky.” you softly told him, words for only him to hear as you then pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and you let your eyelids droop a little.

He softly smiled down at you, “I love you more, doll.” he replied with a kiss to one of your temples, causing a fluttery feeling to bloom in your chest.

Bucky began to do some reflecting of his own as you put your head back down on his chest and continued to cuddle with him. Before you had come into his life, he never thought it would be possible for him to ever feel happiness or love ever again.

When Steve had first brought him to the compound and he had thought about his newfound freedom, he easily convinced himself that no one would ever want him after finding out about what he was forced to do. Then he walked into the compounds living room and his eyes met yours for the first time while you sat on the couch, somehow making him feel understood without you saying a single word to him.

Steve had told him about you on the drive there because you and Bucky had been through similar things because of HYDRA. Steve even arranged for your rooms to be right next to each other because he thought it would be good for Bucky to be close to someone who understood every part of what he was dealing with.

And in that moment as he stared into your eyes, he knew that was the birth of something beautiful between you two. Or at least that’s what he hoped.

Once the two of you had truly gotten to know each other in the months following the first time you met, Bucky knew that he had finally found someone who truly understood him and loved them the way he wanted to.

This time it was your turn to pull Bucky out of his thoughts. So you sat up and pressed a soft kiss to Bucky’s lips as you held his face in your right hand, the stubble on the lower half of his face tickling the palm of your hand a little bit.

Immediately after you had brought him back to you, you quietly spoke to him again, “Hey. Where did you go?” you asked him as you looked into his eyes, butterflies appearing in your stomach as you saw that love sick look in his eyes reappear whenever he looked at you.

He closed his eyes and let his head lull to the side a little while he smiled. He then brought your body closer to his once again, “I was just thinking about you.” he answered, making another bright smile appear on your face as a love sick look reappeared in your own eyes.

“You were?” you asked him in response, both of your eyebrows raised, still feeling a bit flustered because of the things he says to you even after all of the years you’ve known him.

He nodded then spoke again, “Yes, I always think about you, doll. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about you, how much I love you and how grateful I am for you.” he told you, causing tears to start pricking at your eyes and you to press your face into Bucky’s chest.

“I love you so, so much, Bucky. You have no idea.” you said as you slowly lifted your head again just a few moments later, leaving a couple wet spots behind on Bucky’s shirt from where your eyes had been. “Oh, but I do. I see the way you look at me, doll.” he teased, making you chuckle a little.

He then cupped your face in both of his hands and pressed a few passionate kisses to your lips, his way of expressing all the love he has for you. Which you easily understood as he wasn’t been the best with words.

As for the rest of the evening, the two of you remained in the hammock, cuddling and sweetly kissing each other every once in a while. You felt like you could spend the rest of your life here in Bucky’s comforting arms. But you knew that your jobs would never allow that, so you tried to relish in your time spent together for now.

And while you laid there, you both thought about how for years you had trouble believing that anyone would want to stay with you if they found out what you had been forced to do. Then as if the universe had been listening to the way you both had been hurting, you walked right into each others lives.

You both had been the archer and the prey during your lifetimes and had truly felt undeserving of love after what you had been forced to do. But none of that mattered anymore now that you had Bucky and he had you. You would always stay by each others side, never letting anything rip you away from the other person.

And as if Bucky could read you like a book, he spoke and pulled you out of your reflective thoughts again, “I’m here, right here.” he whispered into your ear, comforting you while he gently stroked your back.

But you already knew that Bucky was there for you because he had proved the honesty behind that statement time and time again. Even after your own nightmares and while you healed through your own trauma, he had shown you that he would always be here.

You had done the same for Bucky since the day you two became close. And you would always be grateful for the fact that you had gone to check on him after hearing him have a nightmare during his first night at the compound.

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grazillaa · 1 month

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This is a scenario I like to play in my head lol: you meet a dorky Kirk and hit it off immediately. He acts cute and shy which draws you in. One way or another you end up in his room where he’s pretty much a freak in the sheets kinda guy💀but still very sweet afterwards

omg sooo i love this sm. i have to admit i’m a little bit of a perfectionist and i really hope this is close to what you imagine but omg i feel u. i literally love himmm. also i kinda suck at beginnings so bear w me 🙏 (i also accidentally deleted the first half when i was almost finished and had to rewrite the whole beginning 🥰)

this is gonna be long so prepare urself babes

you were at a get together that your cousin had dragged you to, something relating to this band that he was a roadie for. he had decided you needed to get out more, and that it was a good opportunity for you to socialize. it wasn’t necessarily your scene, denim and patches galore, but you fit in alright. it wasn’t too much fun for you though, there were drinks and a few guys attempting to make conversation, but none were interesting or attractive enough to capture your attention. you decided to head into the living room of whoever’s house it was, and sit yourself down on one of the two couches, beer in hand. you took a swig from the bottle before noticing the curly haired, leather jacket wearing metalhead sitting on the other couch. he must’ve noticed you, as he was staring shyly through big brown eyes shielded partially by bangs. he matched the vibe of the other people in the house, only he stood out for some reason. he wasn’t actively getting drunk and acting mad, instead he was sitting quietly with a beer and a magazine of some sort. he smiled at you subtly, and you returned the smile with a little,

“hi.” and it was history from then on, once you noticed the magazine he had was not any regular magazine, but one you’d never seen or heard of before, having to do with some sort of horror element. before you knew it, you’d moved to sit next to him and the two of you began talking about just what got you into this get together. his individuality intrigued you, though he partially resembled many other people at the event, he didn’t act like any of them in the slightest. he was calm, quiet. it was not a thing you’d experienced with anyone your cousin had introduced you to in this specific music scene, but you enjoyed talking to him.

“oh, i can’t believe i forgot to ask your name?” you brought your hand up to your forehead in slight disbelief, you’d been so easily distracted by the boy’s actions that you hadn’t thought about his name at all.

“i’m kirk, and you?”

“kirk. my name is y/n.” your lips curving into a smile. he too was smiling, you noticed his teeth were certainly crooked, but as a first, you almost found it cute. you were mesmerized by everything you perceived kirk as, the way he seemed to prefer his own quiet company over other people’s attention, the way he was so incredibly easy to talk to. and he was very sweet.

it got to be very late, and you’d been talking for hours before you realized it was past midnight and you should be getting home. it occurred to you’d driven your cousin in your car, and you hadn’t seen him in a while. you let kirk know that you had to leave before blowing him a little kiss, which he blushed at. you waved to him and stood up, asking around for your cousin, and a small crowd of people said that he’d left with someone and they were supposed to tell you. you shrugged and walked towards the door, but you stopped in your tracks, remembering that you had wanted to give kirk your phone number. you searched for a piece of paper or anything you could write on, coincidentally bumping into kirk in the kitchen while he was looking for another drink. he smiled and you both laughed a little, and you told him you’d wanted to give him your number. his eyes lighted up and his smile grew wider, he contained his excitement and just said,

“ok!” in a soft voice. as the both of you looked for a pen and paper, you asked what his plans were for the rest of the night.

“uh, i’m not really sure. i’m here with the rest of the band, we might get back to the studio, we might go home, god knows, really. all i know is i’m tired.” he chuckled at the last bit, rubbing his eyes.

“i could give you a ride home, if you want.” you offered in a quiet voice, it being the first thing you thought of. he looked back at you,

“yeah, sure, i’d like that.” he agreed.

“i probably have sticky notes in my car or something. just remind me about it.” he nodded and followed close behind you out the front door of the house, making your way through a mixture of drunken party goers. by the time you were on the front porch, you looked back to make sure he was still behind you. you owe him to your car and you both got in, backing out of the crowded front lawn. you drove him to the house he lived in with the rest of the band, and parked in the driveway. you remembered to look for sticky notes in your car, while you were frantically doing so, kirk suddenly grabbed your hand. you looked up at him,

“y/n… would you, um, come in with me?” he asked with a red hot face, looking into your eyes. you hesitantly but happily agreed. he opened the car door for you, and walked you inside the house.

“you live here with all your band? is it fun?”

“most of the time it’s not bad. it’s just us, y’know.” he held your hand as the two of you walked upstairs, the tension temporarily going unacknowledged, until you got to his bedroom. the two of you stopped talking, only becoming lost in each others eyes as your bodies slowly inched closer to one another. he held you by the hips, and with your lips being mere centimeters apart, he whispered,

“can i kiss you?” you nodded almost unnoticeably before colliding your lips with his in a swift, soft kiss that would evolve to be heated and intense. it was seconds before he had his jacket and shirt off, joining your own on the floor by his bed. he laid you down and met you on his bed, reconnecting your mouths again, and he started to move his hands down your half dressed body, starting at moving up your torso, to your chest.

“can i take this off?” he asked, between kisses and heavy breaths. you nodded once again and lifted yourself up off the bed enough for him to reach behind your back and unclasp your bra. you helped him remove it from your arms, letting it fall off the side of the bed. he let away from the kiss to admire the view of the top half of your body underneath him, eyes darkened with lust, breathing slow and loud as he cupped one of your tits with his hand, running his thumb over your nipple. you gasped at the movement, watching him. he continued kissing you again, and began moving down to your neck and collarbone, starting to suck and bite, leaving dark spots there. you ran a hand through his soft hair, moaning softly. he kissed a line from your neck to the waistline of your bottoms, and only looked up at you for approval to take off your shorts, which you granted. he hooked his fingers on your shorts and pulled them down with your panties, leaving him facing your dampening pussy. he was nearly drooling at the sight, not bothering to resist running a finger through your folds to check just how wet you were. as he did so, you gasped again, and felt the bulge in his jeans twitch against your leg. he drew the finger up to his mouth to taste your arousal, eagerly licking it clean before grabbing onto your legs, spreading them apart and licking a thick stripe up your slick cunt, causing you to let out a loud sigh. he continued eating your pussy messily, licking and sucking for his life. he alternated from sticking his tongue in and out of your hole and sucking on your clit. you kept both your hands tangled in his hair, mewling and starting to occasionally buck your hips to his face, and he started slowly grinding up against the mattress.

“kirk! i’m going to-”

“come on my tongue baby, you got it.” and you did, with a loud moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. he was quick to lap up all of your cum from between your thighs as you panted. you grabbed onto his hair, pulling it so that he would look up at you, he moaned at the pressure, obeying the action and looking up at you, cum still dripping down from his chin.

“i want more, please?” he didn’t waste time making his way back up to meet your lips with his, allowing you to taste yourself on him. he hastily made an effort to undo his jeans and pull out his dick, and shift so that he can like himself up with your entrance, teasing your clit with his tip.

“this good baby?”

“yes, please kirk?” you whined, shutting your eyes tightly at the sensation of his hard cock being pushed into your warm, wet pussy. kirk’s eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted, a soft groan being drawn from his lips before he started moving hollowly. you continued whining and moaning, kirk moved down closer to you again to lick all over the little bruises he’d left on your collarbone previously, moving down to your tits to grab one and lick your nipple before taking as much as he could in his mouth, starting to thrust deeper and faster. your hands left his hair and one grabbed onto his hand as he started rubbing your clit in tight circles, causing you to gasp and moan loudly even more from the feeling of overstimulation.

“mnh, kirk! i’m- i’m-ahh” you were unable to finish any coherent sentence, only whines and cries of pleasure made it out between your lips.

“i know baby, i’m gonna cum soon, you feel so good.” he groaned loudly, still keeping his attention on your chest and moving up again to kiss you deeply, picking up his speed even more as his hips began to stutter. you came for the second time, walls contracting tightly around his twitching dick. he pulled out, giving his cum coated cock a few pumps before releasing onto your chest and stomach with another groan. he exhaled, then slumped down next to you on the bed, both of you breathing heavily.

“oh my fucking god!” you exclaimed as soon as your breath was caught, “that was… amazing.” you shut your eyes and smiled, leaning against kirk’s shoulder. he smiled and laughed softly.

“i did not expect any of that at all.” your words were drawn out and tired, as you were struggling to keep your eyes open.

“so it was good?”

“yes it was good!!” you looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a thrilled smile. he smiled proudly and kissed you once more.

“good.”

#grazilla’s thoughts #ask #kirk hammett #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett x reader #metallica #metallica smut #metallica x reader

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twst-mmc · 4 months

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heartslabyul boys with a dormmate (male) who is allergic to sugar, Like his allergy is terrible, if he consumes too much sugar he could end up dying, even if he eats little he gets an extremely irritated throat, so during birthday parties he just drinks tea or eats some fruit that was left on top of some cake or pie.

I ended up making this one gn because I noticed I didn't use any gendered terms lol

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Summary: Due to a rare health condition, consuming sugar can be extremely dangerous for you. To the tea party-loving Heartslabyul boys, this is something new.

Riddle/Trey/Ace/Deuce/Cater + gn!reader (SFW)

Riddle Rosehearts

• this boy would be VERY cautious

• like he'll make sure there isn't even any sugar near you

• he watches the more mischievous Heartslabyul boys closely so they won't accidentally slip you any sugar

• "Trey, please tell me there isn't any sugar in the tea?"

• feels a bit sad that you can't eat his favorite pies

• he kinda relates to not being able to eat sugar, though for different reasons (*cough* his mom *cough*)

Trey Clover

• he can't really make his standard desserts for the party with less sugar, so he makes an exclusive sugar-free dessert for you

• if you do accidentally eat sugar, he takes the best care of you

• he doesn't want you to just sit there during the Unbirthday Party while everyone else is having fun with the cakes, so making something for you was a must for him

• these desserts have actually become so popular with other Heartslabyul students that he now has to make them in higher quantities

• has definitely offered to make a cake that has oyster paste instead of sugar in it (ahem)

• the perfect mix of cautious and lighthearted

Ace Trappola

• has definitely tried to make you eat sugar before

• immediately stopped his attempts once you told him off

• helps Trey make the sugar-free desserts & sneaks out a few fruits for you

• has secretly googled your condition & done A LOT of research on it

• picking out snacks for your birthday usually ends up with Ace secretly calling Deuce and discussing sugar, too (see: Deuce)

• "Naww, Y/N! Such a pity that you can't have a bite of MINE! But... hehe, I can still have a piece of YOURS, right? Pleaaase?"

Deuce Spade

• he forgot it the second you told him for the first time or mixed it up with someone else

• has accidentally gifted you sugary snacks before (you luckily noticed) & got made fun of by Ace

• however, he has improved a lot and now pays extra attention

• when buying snacks for you, he has semi-aggressive phone calls with Ace ("You think I can buy this?" — "Dude, are ya crazy! Too much sugar for sure!")

• somehow doesn't trust anyone around you & always keeps a few dessert toppings for you

• helps Trey make the sugar-free desserts for you

Cater Diamond

• like Ace, he has definitely googled your condition, but he did it the very second you told him

• didn't have any strong feelings on it as he dislikes sugary sweets and could go his whole life without much sugar

• actually grew to like Trey's exclusive sugar-free desserts

• he honestly doesn't care about it tbh (unless you've accidentally had sugar and are having complications because of it)

• he DOES gift you really healthy sugar-free snacks regularly

• "Heeyy Y/N! Look here, Vil advertised these on his Magicam and I HAD to buy them! Wanna have one?"

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snootlestheangel · 6 months

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More of the YouTuber AU random bits

Just thinking of this thing as I'm working on the drabbles

There's compilation videos of all the times Gaz kinda blushes/smiles softly when Alex calls him a pet name. There's compilations literally titled "Alex for SIMP President" and it's just all the times he's being Alex and in love with Gaz. The Among Us video fuels these like gasoline lol

There's "Soap Being Scottish" compilations.

There's "Times They Forgot Alex is an Amputee" compilations

There's compilations of Gaz's side eyes to his camera every time one of them says something really wild/insults him directly

Once he and Alex move in together there's compilations of "Times Alex Interrupted Gaz's Stream Just For CuddlesTM" and it's all the times where Alex just walks into Gaz's office and sits on his lap

There's "Times Gaz Had Beef With A Weird Russian Dude" compilations, but they're just every time anyone, especially Gaz, brings up his misfortunes with helicopters, especially when Nik is the pilot.

There's Ghost compilations that always comment on his dark humor/edgy humor; there's compilations on all the times he's referenced 'death' in his life (like how in some games his tag is "LegallyDead")

From @eaveplzzz 's tags during a reblog of the OG post, there's so many theory videos on what happened to Alex's leg; why do they always say "Classic Soap" or "Soap NO" when he has a bomb/sets off an explosion; Who Is Ghost? theory videos are a big hit, especially the ones about if he's actually "legally dead" or not; the theories about what happened between Gaz and Nik

Gaz eventually being convinced to do vlogs.

His first one is "Moving In Together" and it's literally just a cute/funny video taken from highlights of his stream where he and Alex unpack a bunch of boxes while answering questions from his chat. (the compilation videos go hard after this stream/video goes live) *there's one question during this where someone asks Alex if he's missing his leg because he sold it to help Gaz's career and he just beams at the joke while Gaz screams into his hands*

This stream/video was so popular Alex suggests they make an entire channel dedicated to doing streams like that again/playing games just the two of them/a day in the life type super duper cute shit *there's one clip where they start slow-dancing cause they're listening to a playlist put together by the chat and a slow song comes up. There's so many music video-esque compilations where there's a love song/dedicated-to-this-one-person-for-the-rest-of-my-life songs play to a bunch of their cute moments with the slow dancing in the kitchen being the refrain*

He does eventually post a vlog style video but it's just random bits of things he recorded while at a big gathering over the Christmas holidays with everyone. There's a few ways viewers piece together who is who: Soap because he's the only Scot, and they're always yelling his name in some fashion, Dylan (Gaz's friend) is also easily picked out, Nik once again due to his accent, and eventually everyone catches on with Price *comments go crazy spamming the time signature Price first appears with "Daddy??"*

What surprises everyone the most is when Ghost finally makes an on-camera appearance. It's a brief video, where he's smiling at Soap and Gaz doing something silly. It's just Simon in that moment: no mask, no black around the eyes, his hair is recently cut and styled, and he's happy

*bout to make it sad for a second y'all*

There's a stream once where Gaz makes it clear everything he makes during it go to a Veteran's Help program. It's before the holidays, a very vulnerable time for all veterans, and it's just a quiet stream where he plays a relaxing game and answer questions from chat. He talks about Task Force 141 (briefly and in as little detail as possible), he talks about the helicopter incidents, how he met all the guys he plays with, he talks about he and Soap getting up to no good together, he talks about some of the struggles he had adjusting to civilian life since he didn't know anything else, how much of a help his friends and Alex had been.

It's later revealed the reason he did the stream is for Simon. Because even though it's been years since the incident with his family, it's still something that can hurt badly to this day. How he and Soap were shopping for gifts for Soap's several nieces and nephews. How there was a little toy plane that made the exact same sound Simon's nephew's once did. They even looked the same. How a little blonde boy begged his mum for it. The child looked so familiar it broke one of Simon's barriers.

PTSD isn't curable, it doesn't just disappear over time. There's ways to trigger really bad episodes, and this was just one of those times. It was hard for everyone to see Ghost have such a big setback, but for Gaz? The way they all found ways to help Ghost during it. The way he and the rest of the team, their friends and loved ones, helped reach out to pull Simon back onto his feet. And Gaz wanted other veterans to have that support, especially during the holidays.

He and the 141 (Price, Soap, and Ghost) eventually start doing charity streams just for veterans and the many existing resources for them. They're always wacky, sometimes they're gaming, sometimes they're all in-person doing a fake game show with some of their friends. There's one where they all travel to Mexico to host one with their Las Almas friends to benefit North American veterans' benefits charities.

I don't know, I'm just having so many thoughts about this AU I might just write an entire GazAlex fic based on their lives involving Gaz becoming a big creator.

There's so many thoughts about this AU HOLY SHIT

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httpiastri · 11 days

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sunrise serenity – jmm21

your first morning with pepe, after your first night together...

genre: fluff + a little little suggestive

pairing: reader x pepe marti

warnings: hmmmm a few suggestive mentions but that's it i think

word count: 1.3k (like, exactly 1300.... kinda freaky actually)

requested: again not rlly lol but there have been asks abt more pepe stuff soooo :)

author's note: hehe a little more pepe love <33 idk thinking about waking up and seeing his gorgeous tanned back- 😶 it makes me freak a little ngl. anyway. hope u all have a lovely weekend <3 also i *just* realized that i forgot to use any spanish in this lol hope u still enjoy :)

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the room is so light, way too light, when your eyes finally flutter open. keeping them open is a constant battle, with the rays of sunlight peeking past the blinds stinging like you're staring straight into the sun itself. you just want to roll around and bury your face into the pillow underneath you, but something about the feeling of the pillow against your skin feels unfamiliar... and that's when you realize.

right. this isn't your own bed, or your own apartment – it's pepe's.

your eyes are fully open by now, butterflies waking up in the pit of your stomach as they roam across the room. seeing a pile of your boyfriend's clothes folded up on a nearby chair, the pictures of his family and friends hung up on the walls, all of the other little quirks that just scream pepe; it's all so unfamiliar, yet so comforting and heartwarming.

this isn't your first time being in this room, but it's the first time you see it in this light. the first time you wake up in this bed, the first time you're in his room at this hour of the day. you and pepe have been dating for a few months now, and you've been planning for the first time you stay overnight in his apartment for quite a while. last night, it was finally time – and you've probably never had as good of a night's sleep before in your life. from the fact that he cooked you a very fancy dinner, to the way that his fingers danced across your skin when you lied next to him in bed; everything was just perfect. and going grocery shopping together, helping each other clean the dishes, brushing your teeth side by side…

it was hard not to imagine what it would feel like to spend all your days like this. it all became so real, so domestic, and you never want to go back.

the sound of pans clinging together along with a quiet swear reaches your ears and you can't help but let out a chuckle, finally pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed. you reach for the first piece of clothing you can see, which turns out to be the oversized shirt pepe wore last night, and you pull it over your head before rising from the bed. your body is still a bit sore, but the sweet aroma of pancakes meeting your nose gives you the energy to keep going.

you stop in your tracks when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror right by pepe's bedroom door – or, more exactly, the sight of your neck.

the trail of lovebites your boyfriend left stretches from your jaw and down under the collar of your shirt, and you know you'd be met by many more if you looked underneath it. the artwork is so mesmerizing that you have to shake your head to bring yourself out of your trance, slightly embarrassed by the way your stomach flips just at the sight of some hickeys.

when you eventually make your way into the kitchen and your eyes land on your boyfriend, you almost swoon. the sight of him from behind is just gorgeous; his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his tanned, broad back practically calling out for you to come and kiss it. you're not sure if he's heard your footsteps or if he can just sense your presence, but pepe shifts slightly after a few moments. "good morning."

"good morning," you cheer back, beginning to stroll over to him. when he looks over his shoulder and takes in the sight of you, the way the hem of his shirt reaches the middle of your thigh and your slightly messy bedhead, a little laugh slips past his lips. your eyebrows pinch together. "what?"

"nothing," he says, arm wrapping around your shoulders once you reach his side. "you're just cute, that's all."

you coo playfully at him, hand reaching up to cup the side of his face before getting on your tippytoes. pepe meets you halfway, lips sealing against yours with ease.

"slept well?" he asks when you pull apart, his hand dropping down to your hip and pulling you in closer. his other hand works on flipping the pancake in the pan, a hint of a smile on his lips as if he already knows the answer.

"really well. you?"

pepe nods before leaning his head against yours. "you were out like a light yesterday," he says with another chuckle. "i swear, the second your head hit the pillow..."

you let out a groan. "i'm sorry."

"no, don't apologize!" he interjects immediately. "we had a long day. you looked so peaceful, it was adorable." he pulls his head away, looking down at you with a grin. "seeing that calm side of you was interesting, honestly. it's a far cry from how you are when you're awake, i'll tell you that."

"hey!"

your exclaim is followed by a press of your elbow into his side, which he answers with a quick kiss to your temple. you wriggle out of his embrace, to which his eyebrows shoot up – but when he watches you push yourself up to sit atop the counter next to the stove, legs dangling from the edge and feet swinging in the air, he relaxes again.

pepe places the pancake on a plate by your side, before pouring a thin layer of batter into the pan. "do you usually have pancakes for breakfast?" you tease, biting back the smile that wants to spread across your lips when your boyfriend's free hand lands on your knee.

he shakes his head, thumb drawing circles into your skin while he spreads the batter out evenly in the pan. "i wish." there are a few moments of silence before he turns to you, a slight smirk on his face. "though, i know something i'd rather have for breakfast every morning..."

tender fingers brush a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear before resting right below your jaw as pepe leans in, nose nudging yours to draw out a giggle from you. and then he kisses you, his smile pressed against yours as your eyes flutter closed. your hands come up to rest on his shoulders, the feeling of his warm skin and the strong muscles beneath it sending a shiver down your spine.

pepe tastes faintly of toothpaste with just a hint of sweetness, as if he's already had a sample of a pancake. when his lips part, yours follow his lead, and you can't help the sound that leaves the back of your throat as he licks into your mouth. your arms wrap around his neck for stability and his hands reach for your waist, pulling you forward and into him.

when his kisses begin to travel along your cheek, your legs wrap around him almost out of habit. you sigh, the way his lips move down the side of your neck making your head spin. but your skin is still so sensitive, and the little whine that escapes from your mouth has him pulling back. he blinks down at you, but it doesn't take long before he understands.

one of his fingers traces along the marks he's left down your neck, a content and proud smile on his lips. "i'm sorry," he says, though you both know there's no sincerity in the apology.

"don't be, they look good," you start, leaning forward to seal your lips again. "and they felt really good, too."

the groan that vibrates from his chest has you smiling against him yet again. "you can't just say that. you're gonna have to stay over way more often now."

"deal."

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baylardian-1 · 3 months

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Kinda a redraw of this piece requested by @puppycillz like embarrassingly a LONG time ago (2022 🫣🙈), I never forgot and it's always haunted me!!! It's just a very hard pose to pull off with that many bodies. 😭😭😭😭😭

Bit of a fantastical stretch of a scenario and bed lmao. 😂

BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it at least goes with the funny idea that Chakotay gives up his fleet commander's quarters on Voyager to the Paris family lol.

#ed being prone to end up in the weirdest positions while sleeping lmao #ALWAYS KICKS KATHRYN #My Art #Star Trek: Voyager #First Splinter Timeline #Chakotay #Liam Janeway #Edward Janeway #Amelia Janeway #Philippa Janeway #Kathryn Janeway #Threshold #AU

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oh2z · 2 months

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roommates. a jebe series

part pre one two three

summary: moving in with your (really attractive) uni friends..nothing too crazy can happen, right?

contents: plenty of suggestive/sexual content ! mdni read and tune in at your own discretion !!

word count: 2.1k (yay^^)

it was your fourth year of uni and you just transferred schools after a little incident happened last year that forced you to move. it was like a fresh start-- except you still had to go to class. (lol no shit)

you were angrily storming toward your first class of the day since you had already taken this class but of course, the credits didn't transfer so you had to retake it. huge waste of time.

you sat down in the closest desk to the door and tossed your bag on top of it, leaning back against the chair and crossing your arms in annoyance. you felt some eyes on you so you glanced over and caught a boy looking at your curiously. you normally would have snapped at him for staring, but he was pretty hot-- his messy brown hair fell over his forehead in his cute, slightly overgrown bowl cut and smiley eyes contrasted nicely with the sharp cut of his jaw and his large hands. you slid your eyes over him top to bottom, letting them linger on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. you looked back up at his face to meet his gaze and his eyes widened briefly before he looked away quickly, a little blush creeping onto his cheeks. you turn to front wordlessly, looking away from his with a small smirk on your face.

you had shown up to class hoping that this professor didn't have a strict attendance policy, and to your luck, he does. fuck. you rolled your eyes as your classmates passed the sign-in sheet around, and zoned out for the rest of class.

when the class was over you grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and headed for the door. you had forgot to get coffee beforehand, so you decided to head to the nearest cafe. you felt like someone was following you as you headed down the sidewalk and you threw a glance over your shoulder to see that same guy from class a few steps behind you. his big eyes widened when you looked at him and he looked away from you but you narrowed your eyes and stopped walking, waiting for him to catch up.

he looked like he was panicking, not sure if he should stop or pass you. "you following me?" you asked, tilting your head.

"no! i just... wanted to go get coffee before my next class," he said quickly.

you hesitated a moment, suddenly feeling silly for being on the offensive. "oh. i was going to get coffee too..i'mm kinda new to town and i get anxious in unfamiliar places-- should we have coffee together?" you offered. he blinked in surprise.

"oh! yeah okay sure!" the two of your began walking again, next to each other this time, and headed toward the coffee shop. you each brought your own drink and then you sat down together at a small table. you couldn't help but judge him a little for getting a fancy blended sweet coffee drink, while you had a black iced americano.

"so are you a music production major too?" he asked, sipping his drink.

"no, i'm taking this class as an elective. i'm kind of annoyed actually-- i already took it but the credits didn't transfer. i mean it'll be easy now, but it's still a bit annoying," you complained.

"oh. that sucks." he replied, frowning. you shrugged.

"it's whatever. you know what would make it better though?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"what?" he asked, sipping from his straw and blinking at you innocently.

"if you would write my name on the sign-in sheet for me if i'm ever not there," you replied sweetly.

"we're not supposed to do that though..."

you pouted, looking at him through your lashes and slipping a hand up to toy with the neckline of your shirt. "oh...i guess you're right. thanks anyway."

"i mean-" he said quickly. "it's just that i would have to know what your name was first before i could write it."

you smirked, then pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote down your full name, jotting your phone number under it. then you stood up and handed it to him. he read your name and then looked up at you when he noticed your number. he tilted his head as he read it again.

"your name is--"

"don't call me that," you cut, pointing at the paper. "i go by y/n."

"okay! y/n it is" he said quickly, his cheeks going pink. you had to stop yourself from continuing the conversation-- you were going to be late to your next class. and so you tore your attention away from him somewhat begrudgingly.

"text me your name," you said as you turned away, flashing him a smile over your shoulder as you left the shop. he watched you go with his lips parted slightly in shock and then quickly pulled out his phone, typing your number in and shooting you a text right away.

unknown: hi :0

me: who is this?

unknown: oh sorry lol

unknown: i was supposed to text u my name

unknown: it's taerae!

me: cool :)

you saved his number and then silenced your phone, not really caring if he had said something else after that at the moment. you shoved your hands in your pockets and headed to your next class.

you were sitting in the coffee shop working on an assignment from another class when your phone went off.

taerae: hey u comin to class?

you frowned at your phone. who the hell is taerae? you thought. you glanced at the clock, remembering which class your were skipping. oh! music production boy! a smile crept to your face at the thought of him again.

me: no i can't make it today

taerae: did you want me to sign the paper for you?

me: yes please!

you set your phone down and went back to work. about an hour later you felt someone standing over you and you pulled you headphones off and looked up. there was the boy from that class. you blinked at him.

"yes?" you asked. he sat down, sipping his fancy coffee and frowning his cute, pink lips pouting around his straw.

"you said you couldn't make it to class. i thought you were sick or something," he mumbled.

"yeah...what i meant was...i'm not going back to that class. it's a waste of my time." you mumbled back, returning your gaze to your laptop.

"oh. well...the professor assigned homework." he said, looking at you.

you groaned. "ugh, seriously?" you complained as he opened his backpack and pulled out his notes. he took a picture of where he had written down the assignment and set it to you.

"here you go " he said with a little smile.

"y/n-ie" you replied absentmindedly as you opened your phone to check the picture. he perked up a bit at the thought of calling you in a cuter way.

"i can call you y/n-ie?" he asked cutely. you looked up from your phone at him, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little at his happy face.

"hm? oh yeah. you're my music production class buddy, of course you can" you said. he grinned back.

"okay! well um...i'll see you later y/n-ie"

you were lying on your bed at home, tuning out the sound of your roommate slamming doors by cranking up the volume on your headphones. you had just finished up the assignment for your music prod. class and you sighed, thinking you had better go to class and hand it in the next day. unless...

me: hey

taerae: hi y/n-ie!!

me: can we meet up before class tmr? wanna see u :3

taerae: ofc just lmk!!

you were so tired and your roommate was really stressing you out. your really hated this apartment, but it had been the only thing available when you moved to town. you sighed and went to bed.

you sat at the cafe sipping your coffee and staring at your laptop, feeling stressed about your course load and your living arrangement. you had no way to get your stresses out these days, considering you knew no one in town and that your favorite stress relief activities were best done...with others.

you eyes slide to the door when taerae came into the shop, accompanied with another boy today. he was the same height as taerae, and something about his perfect skin, messy blonde hair, and sleeper-built body screamed daddy. the smiley brunette boy made you feel dominant, but his handsome friend made you feel small and as the two of them approached you, you shook your head against the warring sides of yourself, trying not to get overwhelmed.

they were talking as they came in and taerae seemed to look at his friend in awe, hanging on every word out of the man's mouth. taerae said something that made the other laugh and it took up his whole face. his huge smile make his eyes scrunch and flush appear in his round cheeks. it was nice to look at, and it seemed contagious as taerae smiled as well. he gave you a little wave and his friend glanced at your curiously before they got drinks. once they both had coffee-- taerae with his usual fancy one and his friend with a plain cup, they came to your table.

"hi y/n-ie! why did you want to meet?" taerae asked cheerily, sitting down next to you. his friend took the seat across from you and you couldn't help but glance at him only to find his dark eyes on your as well. something about the man's cutting gaze made you shy and you looked away quickly. digging in your backpack to avoid looking at him.

"i...wanted to give you this," you said. pulling out your assignment and handing it to taerae.

he looked at it for a second and then undersood. "oh, you want me to hand it in for you?" he seemed like he wasn't thrilled about the idea, so you turned your full attention to him, slipping your hand casually onto the table and placing your fingers lightly over his. he looked up at your in surprise at the tough, and you blinked your eyes at him quickly.

"please?" you asked him sweetly, letting your lips pout into a tiny frown as you did so. he swallowed and looked away.

"y-yeah sure," he murmured, a tiny blush on his soft cheeks as he took the assignment from you and tucked it into his notebook. your eyes glanced to his friend again and you caught him smirking and looking slightly impressed at your actions as you slowly retracted your hand from taerae's, trying to keep yourself from blushing under his gaze.

"thank you" you said, smiling.

"of course y/n-ie"

after class, you were still at the cafe, scrolling through your phone and ignoring the paper you were attempting to write. taerae shuffled back into the shop, looking annoyed.

"hey," you greeted him, setting your phone down. "what's up?"

"the professor assigned more work today. and i don't think i did the first one right anyway. i'm not getting this class," he mumbled, pouting.

"let me see." he passed you the notes and you pursed your lips. "i guess i could help." i remember this from last semester."

he perked up. "really?? do you want to come over and go over it with me this evening?"

he was cute. you smiled to yourself. "yeah, sure bub" you said.

he blinked at the affectionate name and then looked down shyl. he suddenly seemed to remember something. "oh yeah- um. i have six roommates so. sometimes my house is a little loud," he told you, cringing.

"well i live in a tiny apartment on campus and my roommate is literally crazy. so whatever you've got can't be that bad." you looked at him for a moment, remembering how flustered his friend had made you earlier. "hey that guy from this afternoon...."

"oh matthew? he's one of my roommates! he said you were cute when we left," he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. you felt yourself blush immediately and taerae burst into giggles at the sight. then he frowned, "i think you're cute too," he pouted.

you scoffed, your blush immediately fading. "you don't get to call me cute, you're the cute one" you told him, winking. now it was his turn to blush.

"w-wait you think i'm cute?" he asked, his eyes wide.

adorable, you thought. "whatever. text me your address." you said, right before trying to refocus on whatever you were just working on.

#zb1 smut #sung hanbin smut #kim jiwoong smut #zhang hao smut #shen quanrui smut #kim gyuvin smut #zb1 fics #kpop smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 x reader #zb1 au #zb1 imagines #oh2z

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osachiyo · 2 months

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haiiii chiyoooo :3

which of the bsd men do u think is the best at dirty talk - my mind leans towards fyozai but that’s only because im biased and i need them to whisper filth into my ear until im a puddle (simultaneously or not i’d die either way)

-🪽

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 — heya nonnie ! this kinda turned into "which bsd characters are into dirty talk" instead of who's the best lol hope it's still to your liking !

i also think fyodor and dazai would be amazing at dirty talk — these two smartasses don't know how to shut up. though fyodor is a bit more on the quieter side — his words are harsh, mean and more degrading towards you in contrast to dazai. he likes to see the fat drops of tears running down your pretty face and ruining your makeup — it gives him a sense of power, in a sick and twisted way. he enjoys the thrill of thoroughly picking you apart before piecing you back together — it's a twisted game of his.

dazai, on the other hand, likes to whisper words of filth into your ear to watch you squirm. he loves watching you fiddle with your fingers as your face heats up at his crude words — the sight makes his cock twitch in his pants. gets him even harder if you talk even dirtier to him, how cute. either way, it ends up with you either on your knees, getting face-fucked by him, or his face between your thighs — eagerness dripping off of the pink muscle that swirls around your clit.

nikolai is another dirty talker — and he's filthy. if you thought dazai had no filter, he's somehow worse. nasty words effortlessly rolling off his tongue — words about how he couldn't wait to fuck you, take all of your holes until you're all but dripping with his cum before he cleans you up with his tongue — it's so dirty.

another one is chuuya — he's really into dirty talk. he's a fan of whispering lewd stuff into your ear to gauge out your reaction — especially if it's in front of other people. he almost groans when he sees you rubbing your thighs together, trying to relieve yourself of the arousal he's borderline torturing you with. your words come out stuttered and breathy, making the other person's (higuchi or tachihara) eyebrows furrow in concern and ask if you're okay — to which you can only let out an embarrassed nod, catching the way chuuya smirks from the corner of your eye. bastard.

of course, what kind of post would this be if jouno wasn't here? he's another one who enjoys spewing dirty words only you can hear in public. he especially does this when you've been talking too much to tetchou or tachihara for his liking. the most infuriating thing is that he says all that filth with a smile on his face — no one (especially someone as dense as tetchou) would even guess that he was whispering about how he wants to spread you on the table of the meeting room and fuck you silly in front of his boss and coworkers to see.

— sooo these are all the characters i could think of ! if you think i forgot about someone (which is most likely to happen) then don't hesitate to comment about it, id love to know <3

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝... 🪽 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

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kozachenko · 5 months

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Zanmu 100% has a very large bone collection. She seems like the type. I can perfectly imagine an interaction with someone, probably Eiki, (idk why but it fits) and she says (for some reason), "You must have a lot of skeletons in your closet" and Zanmu responds with, "Oh, how did you know about my bone collection?" and Eiki just stares for a few seconds and then says, "your what now?" and Zanmu responds by opening up a closet and low and behold, she has a bunch of them. Some human, some not. As Eiki stares in shock, horror, and confusion, Zanmu just starts rambling on about all the facts about bones she knows, where and how she finds them, and even starts sorting them into different piles as she speaks, "Of course, I organize them by species, age, condition, cause of death, and more specific categories," and when Eiki asks how many she has, Zanmu just says, "I kind of lost track after I reached 100" and poor Eiki faints.

{Artists Note}:

So I had a really neat pose idea for Zanmu and I had to draw it. I'm glad that I finally drew her again, because last time I did she looked waaaaaay too tense so this drawing serves to rectify that. Man was the actual process for the first bit of this rough, like, especially the eyes. So last time I drew Zanmu, I gave her some really nice eyeshadow, and I forgot about how big of a difference eyeshadow makes to how the eyes look, so I went through several different variations of them. Also, I'm glad that the expression turned out nicely, it's a nice break from the deadface I've been stuck with for a while now lol. Her one arm that isn't holding the skull kinda gave me some hardship because I had no idea how to show that it was resting on the rock, as the idea for the rest of the piece came to me waaaay after I did the sketch, so hey, just a thing to improve for next time. I played around with some collage elements for the trees, their foliage literally has a paper texture on it. I went for a more simplistic approach to the lighting, letting the colours more or less speak for themselves. The background also gave me a hard time, as I was getting stuck with how to make her pop out from it, and I think I found a good solution using overlay layers.

Clothes and fabrics are now my favourite things to render, it's just so satisfying to do. I also love adding that textured layer overtop of everything, it just makes everything come together y'know?

Also, another headcanon I have for her is that she's taller than Hisami, and Hisami is really tall so that means that Zanmu would be able to tower over literally everyone lol.

#touhou project #art #fanart #touhou fanart #touhou 19 #zanmu nippaku #unfinished dream of all living ghost #touhou #touhou udoalg #東方project

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straykids-97 · 8 months

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Letters to the Moon

“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows anybody.”

Changbin likes to push you until you're flustered. Until you feel like you can't take it anymore... But then pull you back and keep you where he wants you...

Warnings: Strip poker, gambling games(poker and rummy), mentions of drinking, teasing, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), slight choking, size kink, (Duh, it’s Changbin), lmk if I forgot anything! (Also, it's kinda edited, kinda not so there are probably errors lol)

Word Count: 3.04k

Knowing Seo Changbin had changed your life. You didn’t know how to truly exist without him at this point. It was like he was everything you were missing, everything you could have dreamed of. Wrapped in a sweet little bow, hiding in a box was the sweet, doe-eyed, giggly man you had come to love so much that it hurt. You were addicted to his angelic smile, his teasing manner, and his morals. He was strong in every sense of the word. Changbin knew when to push and when to pull. He was an equal giver and equal taker. That also meant that sometimes, he pushed a little too hard, and his sportsmanship borderlined bullying.

Such was the fate of your weekly game night.

You hold your head in your hand, cards in the other, sighing in defeat. You sort of regret teaching Changbin poker. He was quick to learn, and even quicker to start beating you. You had only one once, and that was because Changbin got up to get the pizza at the door, and you peaked at his cards while he wasn’t looking. You were convinced that somehow he had to know what was in your hand. But, even after repositioning so that you were out of the way of your living room mirror, he still bested you.

He clapped his hands together, pumping a fist in the air as he boyishly giggled, “I win. Yes!” He happily took a massive bite of the pepperoni pizza as you tossed your cards onto the table, frowning. “This isn’t fun if you’re always winning.” You grumble. “It’s fun…” he trailed off, reaching over and putting another piece of pizza on your plate, “For you.” You drag the plate across the wooden coffee table and heave a tired sigh.

You both eat in silence for a while until Changbin holds up a finger, “What if we play a different game.” You give him an annoyed look, “What kind of game?” You watch as he pulls out his phone, a devilish smile on his face. His phone screen illuminated his thick, black-rimmed glasses as he flipped through his phone to find what he was looking for. You narrowed your eyes and watched him cautiously as he held his phone over the table for you to read. Grabbing the sleek device your mouth falls open as you read the game that he had looked up.

“I heard someone talking about it once… And I've thought about asking you to play ever since you taught me how to play poker.” You can’t believe your eyes or your ears. Changbin was proposing that you two play strip poker. There was silence for a moment before you scoffed and handed him back his phone, “In order to play that kind of game, it would have to be sorta even. You’re winning all the time. I would be naked before you even have your shirt off.” You watched as his face fell a little, “But… What if we play a different poker game? That way you have a bit of an advantage.” You pursed your lips in thought. He had a point; but an unfair point… But was it really unfair when he just learned how to play poker a few weeks ago and was now beating you left and right?

“Fine… We’ll play rummy. Same rules, sort of.” You snatch the deck and begin to explain the rules of the all-to-familiar game. “Alright, let’s start.” You pull out your phone and start a tally for points. “So, if I get more points, I win the round?” He asked, making you nod. “Yes. Since we’re playing by points and not by who goes out.” He bobbed his head, “Alright…” He shifted his hips, resting his weight on his elbows as he studied his cards.

The first round went to you. Finally. You grin and tap your chin as you look at your boyfriend, thinking about what you want him to take off first. “Pants.” You decided, swiping the cards to shuffle. You watched as he rose to his feet and quickly untied his black sweatpants, shoving them down his legs. “Always pants with you.” He snorts, folding them nicely on the edge of the couch and settling back on the floor. He adjusted his glasses and he took a sip of his drink, dragging his cards to his awaiting hands, looking at them as you looked at yours. You try not to let it show that you have no hope of winning unless he somehow gives you something.

Which he doesn’t.

You sigh and toss the cards in the middle pile. Changbin leaned against your gray couch and cocks his head forward, scanning your figure shamelessly You feel your face heat up, and you think that maybe having those mixed drinks probably wasn’t helping. “Take off your bra.” He demanded. You can’t help but giggle at his request, thinking he make you take your socks or pants off like you did him, but no.

You reach behind your body and unlatch your bra. You pull the gray fabric out from the collar of your shirt and gently place it beside Changbin's pants. After he dealt the cards, you see that this would most likely go in your favor. Or at least you thought, but Changbin managed to win purely on points. You grumble and gather the cards to shuffle as he leans back, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and eyed you. “Pants.” He ordered, leaning forward to gather his cards as you stood up and shimmed out of your tight yoga pants, sloppily folding and putting them on top of your bra.

Two more rounds went by and now Changbin is in his boxers and the only thing left covering your body was your baggy t-shirt. It was really his, but you wore it. You gently placed your panties on the pile of clothes and huff. Whoever wins this match, remains clothed. You rolled your head around on your shoulders, “Alright, deal ‘em.” You wave your hand at your boyfriend who chuckled at your antics. Without saying a word, he slides your five cards across the table.

You quickly flip the cards and you try not to let your face show it but you only need one card to lay down. In a matter of two rounds, you could very well be out. You glance up at Changbin as he arranges his cards, his dark eyes flicking up to you as he adjusts himself so he is more comfortable on the floor. He must have a good hand, you think as he flipped the cards over. A seven of spades, just what you needed. But, it was his turn. So, he takes a card from the deck and places a nine of diamonds on the pile. You take a quick glance at your hand and slowly reach for the cards, swiping the two cards off the table and placing the seven down next to the six and five of spades. Discarding the 10 of hearts in your hand, you settle against your couch, looking at the two cards in your hand. The nine of diamonds and the 3 of clubs. You could use them as trash cards if you needed to.

You watched as Changbin swiped the 10 you just put down and monitored as he tossed three cards on the table, a set of 10s. You bit your tongue, he’s already got more points than you by double. Then, to your shock, he places a 4 of spades down, playing on your 5 and tossing the random card in his hand in the discard pile. You groan, tossing the two cards in your hand on the table. He grinned at you as he swiped the cards off the table, “I win.” You sighed, standing up to collect your clothes to put into the dirty laundry, not wanting to stick around for the gloating part.

“Where are you going?” he shouted from the other side of the couch. You turned to see him kneeling on the couch, hands on the back of it, eyebrow raised as you stood at the edge of your hallway. “To put my clothes in the laundry?”

“I believe I won,” he began to say, launching himself over the back of the couch, his biceps flexing at the movement. “So, that means I get to see you naked.” He quickly swiped the pile of laundry from your hands. You put your now empty paws on your hips, “Changbin-” You start to complain, but he tutted at you. “Ah, ah,” he holds up a finger, “rules are rules.” You glared at him, “Are you serious?” He bobbed his head once, “Of course I am.” He took a step back, “Shirt.” You huffed, slowly reaching for the hem of your shirt but then stopped, “I don’t have to do this. You already won the game.” You try to turn and begin to wave him off but he’s quick to catch your wrist. You yelp in surprise as he tugged you to his chest.

“You can’t cheat me out of my prize.” He hummed, backing you against the hallway wall. You hit the wall with a thud, “Changbin, stop. You’re not being fair.” You whined as he slid his hands under your shirt to your hips. “Fair? You’re the one who’s whining and complaining about not winning.” He playfully snaps at your nose and you lean away, gripping his wrists, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You retort as dryly as possible, trying not to squirm as his hands begin to wander up your sides. He pauses for the briefest of moments, quirking an eyebrow as his tongue prodded his cheek. You knew that look, that was his, “Oh, really?” look. You start to protest but Changbin is faster and stronger than you are.

Before you could process what he was doing, he had your shirt over your head, and hands pinned to the wall using your shirt. You pant, lips parted as he leans into your face, his free hand coming to trail soft, teasing traces against your jaw. Changbin twirls a piece of your hair around his finger, biting his lip as he giggles, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about… stop being so coy.” You stare at him for a few moments, “You just wanted to get me naked.” You watch as a seductive grin spreads across his face, air sucking through his teeth as he pinned your hips to the wall with his. “I always want to see you naked.” He hummed, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw.

You can’t contain the shudder that rips through your body as he laps at the skin of your earlobe. Your brain starts to turn to mush the moment his hips grind against yours, and you try not to turn into putty in his hands, but it is hard.

He dropped your hands and you instantly tossed your shirt to the ground, wrapping your arms around his neck. Changbin tapped your thighs, signaling you to jump up. You oblige without having to be told again, and he catches you, wrapping his hands around the backs of your legs. You whimpered in his mouth as he carried you back to the couch, tossing you onto the soft surface.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching intently as he stripped his boxers off, tossing them off behind him. He pressed into your body, causing you to shudder. He grins down at you, “Since I won, I think I should get a bonus.” You roll your eyes, “You’re pushing it, mister.” You warn, making him chuckle. “Hear me out,” he presses a soft, heated kiss to your lips. You wanted it to last, but he of course has other plans. You groan, “Binie-” You start to complain but he only pulls away for a moment. He shifts so that you’re on top, his back resting against the back cushions of your couch.

You never were on top. Changbin always wanted to be top, not that you were complaining, man knew what he was doing. You frown down at him, “Changbin, I don’t know-” You start to worry but his lips on yours stop you from continuing. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, the other ghosting down your side to your hip. The hand that was around your neck gripped you tightly, and he growled into your mouth, “I won, so I decide what my prize is.” You shudder at his dominance and let him guide you down to his length. You fist the fabric of the cushions as he groans, thrusting up softly as you settle against his hips, completely stuffed full of him.

You gasp when he pulls your hips a few inches, scooting his to the edge of the couch for balance. He looks up at you, lust in his eyes as he bites his bottom lip. He slowly rolled his hips upward, and for the briefest of moments, you both go rigid. Changbin’s fingertips dig into your hips, making you squirm to adjust. “Fuck,” you whimper as he tests the waters, rolling his hips up again. You pant into his shoulder, making him groan, “Baby…” he groans, wrapping his arm around your waist. He held your body close to his, burying his face into your hair as he found a steady rhythm. You mewl into his skin, digging your fingers into his sides as he began to thrust harder.

You panted heavily into his arm, “Binie,” you whined, shuttering as he groaned, “Fuck, this is-is amazing.” He praised, gripping your ass cheeks, pounding up into you. You moan, pulling away so you can balance yourself using the back of the couch. You glance down at him to see that his gaze keeps bouncing between your breasts and behind you. You nearly ask what he’s looking at but when you twist your head you see exactly what he was talking about.

Normally, Changbin can’t get enough of your breasts. He’s normally licking, nipping, and sucking at your nipples and the skin surrounding them from the moment you get your shirt off. The only other thing that could rival them was your ass. He swore from the beginning he was an ass man, but these days, he wasn’t so sure. It was too cute to see the visual of him being torn between watching your ass bounce in the mirror or your breasts bounce in his face. He whimpered, his face pressing into your side as he pulled you into his body, angling his hips so that he could thrust deeper into you.

You forget every thought as you stare behind you in the mirror, watching as he fucked into you from beneath you. The sight alone could make you- you squeeze your eyes shut, your breath catching in your throat as you come. You let out a soft squeal of ecstasy as you shatter, earning a low moan from Changbin.

He thrusts into you a few more times, drawing out your orgasm until you were shaking. He pulled himself out of your weeping hole and you protest, “Changbin-” You stop when you feel him push on one side, pulling on the other. You turn around in his grasp and let him position your body how he wants. Your feet were on either side of his spread legs, and you were leaning against his tacky chest.

You could die with how exposed you were, the reflection of your bodies in the mirror showing how filthy Changbin really intended to be with you tonight. He wastes no more time and guided himself back into your cunt and you let your head lull between your shoulders. Changbin wraps a hand around your throat, growling into your neck, “Don’t stop looking.” He demanded. You shudder, holding his hips as you look forward. Changbin looked determined as his free hand snaked between your spread legs to your clit, causing you to yelp as he rubbed soft, slow circles. Compete the opposite of how he was treating your pussy. You emit a low, pathetic whine as his thumb and fingers press into your neck, your head spinning lightly as you squeeze his cock, coming yet again, as if on demand. Your nails dig into his skin, surely leaving marks that he’ll hear about later.

He didn’t care about that right now. The only thing he wanted more than anything in this world was to watch you come undone on his cock until you were screaming, begging, pleading for him to stop. But he knew how far to wind you up before letting you go.

He was good at that.

He doesn’t stop those sick movements, alternating releasing the pressure from your throat and rubbing your clit faster when he did. Building you up to watch you fall off the edge of bliss each time in the mirror.

You feel him twitch and he lets out a sweet melody of curses and moans, before biting your shoulder and coming inside you. You watch as his hips stutter and falter altogether. You both pant for a few moments and then he lazily pulls his cock out from inside you, slumping against the couch. He pulls you off his lap and crawls up the length of your body until his between it and the back of your couch. “Fuck.” He panted, placing his hand on your stomach and nuzzling your neck. All you could do was nod, too fucked out to really form words yet.

He noticed, chuckling at you, “Aw, too hard?” You shake your head at him, “No,” your voice is froggy and rough from the amount of breathy moans and pants that he drew from you. You clear your throat, “No.” He grinned at you wickedly, “Then, you wouldn’t mind a round two?” You groan, “Oh no,” you push him away as grinded against your hips, “I don’t think so.” He glowered, “Aw, why not?” You shake your head, not looking at him. “I don’t think so, not tonight.”

“In the morning then?” He asked, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You roll your eyes at his ravenous hunger, “The morning is a different story. We’ll see how sore I am.”

#skz drabbles #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #seo changbin smut #changbin smut

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macsimagines · 10 months

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Yandere!Kisaki Tetta Headcanons

Ok so I feel like I'm dying of thirst for good Yandere!Kisaki content when there is a literal sea and plethora of other Yandere Tokyo Rev stuff! I mean, c'mon guys we obviously love the Yandere stuff and we have an actual YANDERE in the series.

This is final timeline Kisaki because I think he's fully accepted he doesn't have Hina.

PT 2: https://www.tumblr.com/macsimagines/722700210896355328/the-kisaki-yandere-post-was-so-good-i-need-to?source=share

WARNING: Themes of Manipulation, Dubcon, possible murder drug use, and Babytrapping

The start

First and foremost, he adores you. Literally worships the ground you walk on. Thanks to Takemitchy's influence you're his whole world.

Takemitchy set you two up, kinda. He made sure to keep Kisaki on a positive path and to surround the younger boy with supportive people and you just happened to be one of them.

It was pretty apparent with how genuine and kind you were that young Kisaki was pretty much almost smitten with you so Takemitchy, not thinking this could have any consequences, fostered those feelings and helped Kisaki along.

It wasn't his fault, really. He figured if he could get Kisaki to fall in love with someone else and have that person return those feelings then he could ensure that everyone could be happy!

Best of all you return those feelings. You put his mind at ease because you confess first, and Kisaki is floored that he doesn't have to plan to get you. You're just giving yourself to him. no one is happier about this than Takemitchy

What Takemitchy forgot was just how obsessed Kisaki could get. And Obsessed doesn't even begin to cover it.

Happy Life

Kisaki covets every piece of information, latches on to the tiniest details and makes sure to use them when he has to.

You mention something offhand once about pretty flowers are, and now Kisaki makes sure (Months later) that you two have tickets to go see an exclusive flower garden.

Remember telling Kisaki about an exotic type of food you got have as a kid and loooooved? Well now you two are at date in a fancy restaurant being served that same meal with the highest quality ingredients.

Hey, you know that one terrible teacher you mentioned that would always single you out in class? Well guess who just got arrested?

Its easy to play off at first. He's just a super great boyfriend.

Kisaki loves you with all his heart. He makes time for you, always treats you well and keeps you out of any trouble.

When things start to take a dive into bad territory is when highschool is about to end. Kisaki starts to talk about marriage...

Red Flags

You're completely floored by how sudden that is. Aren't you two too young? Isn't he about to enter into university? What about all your future plans?

Kisaki has an answer for everything. He tells you he knows he's gonna make it big, and that you two will be happy and comfortable for the rest of your lives. He just wants to make sure he has the most important things taken care of and this is biggest step.

You try to hold off on it. Come up with every excuse you can to not go through with it, but he doesn't give you much room for argument.

It becomes clear to Kisaki that you're not going to relent, so he decides that he needs to change his plans a bit. So a few nights after graduation on a surprise trip he planned for you two he takes action.

The Scheme

He's been planning this night for a few months now actually. He made sure to switch out your birth control, and he's been slipping vitamins into your food to boost your fertility.

The guy is dedicated because he's even done research on how to boost sperm count lol. He's eating better and he's working out more because he read that will definitely help.

This freak even tracked your cycle to know when you're gonna be ovulating

Most frustrating of all, he's been abstaining from any kind of sexual activity, saying he wants to focus on school and exams.

But that's all bullshit because he doesn't hesitate to start some heavy makeout and petting sessions just to cut it off short and leaving you wanting more.

It wasn't easy for him, he's addicted to that sweet body of yours, but its all worth it for how you're grinding down on his fingers..

Baby

He dicks you down within an inch of your life.

You two are so committed to each other and you've been together so long that he knows everything that drives you crazy. He knows where to kiss you, where to bite you, how to touch you to make you breathless.

The aphrodisiac he slipped you is also helping make this very easy. He's barely touched you and you're practically drowning the fingers he's got buried in your sweet pussy.

You're begging so cutely too, just crying about how bad you want him already, but Kisaki is meticulous he can't cave in just yet.

He eats like a man that's starving, spending so much time licking you and sucking that clit his jaw actually aches.

When he feels you've been fingered and licked until your practically braindead does he pull out the condoms. He poked holes in them of course. He was just planning on telling you they ripped, and giving you the Plan B he had prepared (Dont worry its a fake)

But you shock him

"Its ok, Tetta," you tell him with tears running down your cheeks, and your hands spreading your thighs wide for him, presenting yourself like a present, "J-just for tonight. I wanna feel you..."

He loses it. He planned on keeping his cool for you and taking it nice and slow for his sweet girl, but hearing you tell him he didn't need to wear a condom was like you were signing up to have his baby.

And trust me, you're getting knocked up with the way he's hammering into your cervix. Your pussy is gripping onto him and sucking him back every time he thrusts.

Of course you're just babbling at this point telling him he's perfect and how good his big dick feels in your gummy walls. The guy was always on the big side, but taking every inch raw? It's too much.

Your whole body is basically telling him you want to get pregnant and why wouldn't it? You guys are soulmates? Your destined to have his kids.

It doesn't take long for you, you're overstimulated to all hell, and soon you're gripping onto him for deal life when you cum, practically milking him for all he's worth.

And he's cumming thick ropes into your womb, filling you up and keeping his cock stuffed in your hole to make sure it takes.

Aftercare, Afterwards

Kisaki is the king of aftercare, idc who wants to say this is OOC I'll die on this hill, and he feels so bad for everything when he see you're puffy eyes and wrecked body.

He doesn't feel bad about anything else though. You two are written in the stars, if he had to push things along that's just the natural order.

But he does feel like an ass when he notices how your body is shaking from the over stimulation and how you're barely conscious from his onslaught.

His touches are gentle when he kisses you and wipes you down. He's so soft with your over sensitive body and he's soothing all the places he left bruises.

You can hear him whispering about how much he loves you and adores you when you're drifting in and out of conciousness. You can't even tell him how much you love him back with how raw you throat feels from all the moaning you were doing.

Kisaki can tell you're trying to say something but he just smiles and reassures you that its fine. Try to rest for now, he'll take care of everything.

And for some unexplainable reason, you feel as thought he means that in more ways than one.

#tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers smut #yandere kisaki #yandere kisaki tetta #yandere kisaki tetta smut #yandere kisaki tetta x reader

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soursvgar · 1 year

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Happy new years eve! Could you perhaps write something small about celebrating new years w the bros for the first time? What would they like to do on occasion? Eat fondue? Try making resolutions? Stay up to watch the first sunrise?

Maybe they don't even celebrate it because its kinda meaningless when your lifespan is so long lol

New Year's Eve with the brothers ♡

A/N: Hi anon, thank you for this prompt! This is really tiny, but i wanted to post it today to make it relevant so i hope you still like it!! ;v; ( i also just realized you said new year but i made it more new year's eve themed so i hope that's okay >< ) happy new year everyone!

Demon brothers x gender neutral mc

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ Lucifer will get drunk and make a heartfelt confession.

"Maybe you should hold back on the demonus a bit-" You try to release the bottle from Lucifer's grip, but the latter was squeezing it a bit too tight for you to peel it off his fingers. You knew he was stressed, but didn't realize he was that stressed to finish an entire bottle of the intoxicating drink. Diavolo decided to throw a new year's eve party for you, and you recently found out he had put Lucifer in charge of organizing it. With his plate already full, you couldn't help feeling apologetic, despite you not being directly involved.

"Lucifer, I'm really sorry. If I knew of the party beforehand, I would've helped you with it." You decide to sit by him, hoping the light stroking of his arm will help convey your feelings. However, Lucifer only grins as he gazes at you, eyes shining with adoration. "Nonsense, you have nothing to be sorry for. I would do that all over again, for you." He puts down the bottle, now taking your hands in his. "You're the best thing that happened to me, to us. You've made this year worth more than all of my years in this realm combined, and I hope you'll stay by my side to make my next year just as happy."

ෆ Mammon will kiss you at the countdown.

"Ten, nine, ei-" Your counting is paused by a pair of lips pressing against yours, and doesn't resume for what seems to be longer than ten seconds. "Happy new year." Mammon smiles as he pulls away from you. "You know you're supposed to kiss me after the countdown, right?" You snicker, though, you have no complaints regarding his actions.

"I know, but I heard humans believe that if ya kiss your loved one at midnight, you'll be together for the rest of the year, so I was thinking- if I kiss ya before, during, and after, you would love me forever! Pretty smart, ain't it?"

ෆ Leviathan will create a vision board with you.

You had been intending to assemble a vision board for the new year for a while, but it slipped your mind with your busy schedule, only to return on the last day of the year. You came to Levi for help, partly because you knew you wouldn't be able to finish it in time alone, but mostly because you wanted to spend the night with him doing something fun together, and wasn't sure how to bring it up. The two of you were almost done carefully placing the pieces on the board when Levi lets out a sudden gasp.

"Wait, we forgot the most important part of the vision board!" Levi rummages through the scattered papers, pulling a picture of the two of you from the pile of photographs on the floor before he glues it right in the middle. "You have to have this on as well, so we can experience all those great moments next year together."

ෆ Satan will learn about different traditions for you.

"What color is the underwear you are wearing?" Satan asks, completely unaware of how his question comes off, at least until he catches a glimpse of your reddened cheeks. "O-Oh, I mean, I just read that some cultures in the human world believe that wearing different colors of underwear on new year's eve will bless you with luck in different aspects of life." He pauses to make sure you follow. "And... well, I wanted to see if you're wearing red- wait, I didn't mean see-" You chuckle as he clears his throat, his face is now the one turning pink. "Anyway, not like you need any more luck in that department when you have me."

ෆ Asmodeus will take you out to see fireworks.

"Where are we going? I told you I'm not joining one of your parties." You had already changed to a comfortable attire, planning to spend the last day of the year relaxing at home, but Asmo has other plans, insisting for you to come outside with him. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top? I promise you won't regret it!" He whines, grabbing the sleeve of your sweatshirt and pretending to be pulling you off the bed.

At last, you surrender, following Asmo to an open meadow with a remarkable view of the city. "Happy new year!" He beams when the clock strikes twelve; colorful lights illuminate the night skies as the sounds of explosions echo through them. "There are fireworks in the devildom?" You query. Captivated by the enthralling sight, you barely detect Asmo's arm wrapping around your shoulder to bring you closer. "There are now, for you, love."

ෆ Beelzebub will have a feast with all kinds of traditional food.

"Here, here! Try this!" Beel chimes, happily holding the chopsticks to your mouth. "Beel, I really can't eat anymore- I think you'll have to finish the rest on your own." You sigh. Truth is, you've been full after the seventh dish he had you sampling, but his enthusiasm was just too adorable to not cooperate with. "But these soba noodles are amazing, and you haven't even tried the lentils- it would bring you good fortune! Although, maybe you should hide that from Mammon." Beel shrugs as he continues stuffing his face.

"You know you could've just asked what food I eat during this time in the human world, right? You didn't have to cater food from every single country on earth." You laugh, finally stepping down from the tasting fest as you officially call quits.

"Hm? But where's the fun in that?"

ෆ Belphegor will fall asleep before the clock strikes twelve.

Belphegor really did try his best to fight the fatigue for a couple long hours while the two of you celebrated, but at the end, he succumbs to fatigue as his head falls perfectly on your shoulder- right before it hits midnight.

"Happy new y- oh, why are you looking at me like that?" Puzzled, Belphegor yawns, eyes glancing over to the clock after confronting your glare. "I missed it huh... I'm really sorry." He grins sheepishly, leaning in to place a peck to your pouting lips. "Well, are you still mad or can I get my new year's kiss now?"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me mc

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internetmisfitsworld · 6 months

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So far from what I've seen, the reboot doesn't showed or mentioned any implications that Makarov and Yuri were former friends or served together in the army. Hell by the looks of it, Yuri looks much older than Mak.

So I'm guessing in this new timeline, Activision probably won't go with that route anymore.

I noticed that not many people saw how much Yuri truly meant to Makarov. I'll go as far to say that Yuri was the LAST and ONLY shreds of humanity that's left in Makarov. Just a tiny piece.

Now why would I say that Yuri was his last shreds of humanity? I mean surely it's not possible right? After all, this is the same man who shot at him, almost blew him to pieces and literally KILLED him at the end.

Well, here's a few hints that I noticed.

(Long essay here. Because why not.)

(I'm feeling a bit emo over the fact that I'm gonna miss these two bastards dynamics.)

1. 1996 and 2011 flashback

He seemed so happy and content with Yuri during the flashback scene. His little smile when talking about the future of Ultranationalist to him. It seemed so genuine I almost forgot this man is a terrorist lol.

Also, it's kinda wholesome to know that these two were always joined at the hip. First, Pripyat then the whole nuking the US army. Must've been one hell of a duo back then to be picked as second in commands of Zakhaev. Well, either that or Zakhaev didn't have the heart to separate them 🤣 (they both shared one braincell).

Zakhaev: No. Yuri cannot go with you for this mission, Vladimir. He must stay here.

Makarov:

Yuri:

Zakhaev:

Makarov: ☹️

Yuri: ☹️

Zakhaev: 😑

Zakhaev: FINE. BOTH OF YOU GO!

2. No Russian

I wonder why didn't Mak killed Yuri sooner when he found out that Yuri was snitching on him to the FSB. Unless he found out about it on his way to the airport, then there was no reason to kill him at the airport.

I mean, why? Why did it just moments away from committing "the most world changing" act? He could've just killed him at the safehouse? There must've been someone guarding the safehouse, so if he wanted to pull the whole "let him suffer till his last moment" to Yuri, the safest way to do that was at the safehouse. At least his guards will shoot him if he so much as stand on his feet.

It makes me wonder if he was having hesitation? It's this complex feelings of the fact that he doesn't necessarily wants Yuri dead but he also doesn't really care if he lives either. He can't have him in his circle anymore due to his betrayal but it will set a bad example to his men if he lets Yuri live.

But he have to kill him in front of his men, so that they know he's not to be fucked with and he's not going soft. He can't afford any flaws. Especially now that he's the leader.

So the plan was to shoot Yuri in the abdomen area, under the pretense of "let him enjoy his last moment", and then count on him having the strength to crawl his way out of there.

Mind you, there's even an unused voiceline of Mak stopping the other from finishing Yuri off.

"No. Let him enjoy these last moments."

Which is bullshit, not to mention how uncharacteristically careless of him to pull this lol.

Because first of all, he and Yuri had fought side by side before, so he must've known just how far and how much Yuri is willing to push his strength and haul ass. He must've known Yuri's stubborn ass will NOT just lay there dying. He KNOWS Yuri would drag his ass up that elevator, hell even the fucking stairs if he have to, just to survive.

Like Mak, my dude, I know the chance of him catching up with you and shooting your ass was low due to him suffering from blood loss and everything, but still, my man, the risk is THERE.

That is dangerously stupid Mak agagaggaa you damn softie idiot.

But yeah I guess shooting up the airport was not the only successful mission that day. I'm certain he must've, unintentionally and discreetly, let out sigh of relief when he heard Yuri survived.

But also another incoming headache. Because he damn sure knows Yuri's gonna go after him using all the information that he knows about him.

3. Blood Brothers

Prior to this mission, we seen plenty times where Yuri gave intels about Makarov to Price and Soap. Some of those intels even sound... too personal. The kind of intels where you need to know him personally to be able to know that much. And sure enough Soap caught on to that during the Blood Brothers briefing;

Soap: Which vehicle will he be in?

Yuri: They constantly rotate for security. We won't know until he steps out.

Soap: You seem to know a lot about Makarov.

And the silence that followed after that lmao. I'm was dying to know the look on Soap and Yuri's face. I'm guessing Soap was hella suspicious and Yuri was pretending not to exist.

Also, I can imagined Yuri's guilt for not revealing the whole truth of who he was and his relations with Makarov.

Makarov had many "friends", no doubt due to his cold, no-nonsense yet charismatic charm. However, Yuri proved to be one of the only people who can adapt to his ways and doesn't cowered, like other people, from his steely mismatched eyes.

An equal. He was his closest friend. His only, truest friend, to be exact. Blood brothers. Brothers whom once bled together, not cause each other to bleed. Brothers whom once fought side by side, not against each other. Brothers whom once saved each other's lives countless times. Brothers whom suffer together, laugh together. Aight I'm getting emo here I'll stop.

Alright back on the topic. So, he must've known that Price, Yuri, and Soap were gonna assassinate him. He probably had the tower opposite the hotel planted with bombs as security measure but when he looked right at them (as Soap mentioned), his suspicion was confirmed.

It amazed me he chose this method instead of having his men snipe them. Not to mentioned he spoiled the surprise too. The tower that Soap and Yuri was in had huge ass open walls, which easily allows them to jump in time. Yeah they could still die from the high jumps but the survival chance was still there. The only reason Soap died was because of his previous unheal stab wound reopening again.

This man seems to really have a problem to kill his former friend didn't he? Like, how did you failed to kill him TWICE 😭✋️ ??

I'm sure his men at that point was sick of it.

Inner Circle dude: Sir, I think we should just snipe them from a distance. They won't see it coming.

Makarov: No, we're gonna use the bomb. But detonate it after I dramatically announce myself.

Inner Circle dude: But sir, that means they will have the time to jump off and survives?

Makarov: JUST DO AS I SAY.

Inner Circle dude:

He really kept on giving Yuri the chance to live. Even more funny, he still referred Yuri as "my friend" (albeit mockingly so but still).

4. Dust to Dust

Oh this mission breaks my heart in so many ways and reasons. Yuri dying, Price being alone.

But most of all, this moment right here.

This and Pripyat, was one of the two moments where he looks most human. It is a rather... oddly unique sight, seeing the big bad Vladimir Makarov, the monster, the terrorist who coldly slaughtered an airport filled with people,

.....staring so painfully disoriented and conflicted at his dead former friend that he just killed.

No doubt, even before he shot that gun, he's AWARE it was Yuri shooting at him. Because, who else. It's only him and Price. But of course, out of instinct, he reacts anyway.

And after all that adrenaline fades away, only then he truly let it sink in that the person he just shot three times, was Yuri. And fuck does it hurts him alot more than that pain in his stomach.

Mind you, at this point Price has already risen up, on his knees, ready to tackle him, and he STILL didn't turn around. Seconds must've felt like eternity for him. Man was lost in his head.

That's how long this man stares at Yuri's dead body. That's how much Yuri's death affects him to the point he loses his focus on his surrounding. It's like in those few seconds, he was having a hard time taking in the fact that;

a) he just killed his only friend.

b) he really is alone now. he just killed the only person who knows him truly, well before he turn into the monster that he is now.

He snapped out of it at the last minute, and even then he seems hesitant. Not because he was hesitated to kill Price but he was hesitated to live.

He knows he's screwed the moment he turns around. He realized just how much he fucked up for losing his focus. It's like at that point he just gave up on fighting. Yeah I know he still fights back if we were not quick enough to continously strangle him but still he doesn't seem to try hard enough.

For the first time in a long time, he was exhausted. Yuri's death drained him of all the fight he had left in him.

Yuri shooting at Makarov is not the only thing that saves Price. Yeah, it helps distract + weakening Makarov.

But I promise you, if Yuri didn't have any meaningful friendship with Mak and was just another random soldier defected from the Ultranationalist, Price would've been dead. Yeah change my mind.

Look at how fast Makarov's reaction time when Yuri shot at him. Mind you, this man just seconds ago was barely able to STAND UP, holding his stomach in pain, clearly suffered from major injuries in the abdominal areas.

The second that bullet hits his right shoulder, he slumped down for like 1 second, lift that gun up, take his aim, and fired that shit up. So pretty much he won't have a problem to immediately turn around and shoot Price as well.

But since said problem was Yuri, and so, Price got lucky.

And now it seems in the reboot, chances are, we will never get to this again.

(Also, I'm aware that there are people who ships them romantically. Which is perfectly fine. I personally sees them as close friends, like brothers. But hey, even I enjoyed Makayuri contents sometimes. So just letting you know that and I hope people can respect that.)

#vladimir makarov #call of duty vladimir makarov #call of duty makarov #cod vladimir makarov #cod makarov #call of duty yuri #cod yuri

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mate 101 / pedri

request: holiiii :) podrias hacer un os o un ig au de pedri x reader argentina? 🫶

pairing: pedri x argentinian!reader (or anyone that drinks mate essentially)

wc: 1.2k words

summary: when your boyfriend asked about what you were drinking, you didn't think about the extents he would go to learn how to make it himself.

warnings: lionel messi appearance (kind of?) and mentioned, griezmann too. this is all fictional clearly bc i don't know if it ever happened but IT DID IN MY MIND. mentions of marriage and jokes about it. if i missed anything lmk:)

author's note: mate is a traditional drink from south america essentially. don't know if i need to explain further???? anyways. this is purely self indulgent, i'm not even trying to hide it. kinda bad bc i didn't proofread it enough with my classes starting again 😭 also, why did i write this in english if it was requested in spanish???? can't seem to write in my own tongue lol that's embarrassing

"¿qué estás tomando?" (what are you drinking?) pedro's voice startled you, almost making you drop the container you had in hand. it's one of the first times that he has spent the night at your place, so you kind of forgot you had visitors in your apartment. you turn around so you can see him easier, and see his frame leaning on the stairs, face contorted in confusion at seeing you, seemingly, drink something with a metal straw. "esto, decís?" (this, you say?) you ask, elevating your arm so he can see it better, even from a distance, wood container in clear sight now.

"sí, eso" (yeah, that) he says, getting near the sofa where you're at. he's towering over you now while standing behind the piece of furniture. he's close enough to you that he can plant a kiss on the top of your head, and he does so, lovingly greeting you good morning. "mate, amor, te lo mencioné antes, ¿te acordás?" (mate, love, i told you before, you remember?).

something seems to have clicked on his head, because he nods vigorously before saying "sí, leo tomaba mate durante los entrenamientos" (yeah, leo drank mate during trainings). you smile knowingly at the mention of your national team's captain and biggest honour as a fellow argentinian. it still amazed you that your boyfriend had shared his time at barcelona with messi, and you loved to hear small bits and pieces pedri held close to his heart.

"¿tomaste con él?" (did you drink with him?) you questioned, pouring a small amount of water into the container before offering it to him. pedri took it doubtful before actually nearing the straw to his lips, and drinking the beverage. he hummed in approval at the temperature, not too hot to burn your tongue but not too cold either. "sí, con griezmann también," (yeah, with griezmann too) he reminded, the softest smile painting his features while he gave you back the mate.

"¿y ninguno te enseñó cómo hacerlo?" (and no one taught you how to make it?) you said through furrowed brows, while pedri tilted his head in confusion, waiting for you to explain further. the rest of the joke fell from your lips effortlessly, still maintaining the serious facade to make it seem it was a real concern of yours. "¿cómo esperaban que impresiones al amor de tu vida?" (how did they expect you to impress the love of your life?)

pedri laughed, his head thrown back over the back of the sofa where he had just gotten seated at. "no lo necesité para convencerte de estar conmigo, ¿no?" (i didn't need it to convince you to be with me, didn't i?), he said cheekily, his hand greeting your naked flesh where your pijama pants didn't quite cover. you were trying really hard to stop the red blush to cover your cheeks, which would have made your warning to be futile.

"no me voy a casar con alguien que no me haga mates para desayunar" (i won't marry someone who doesn't make me mates for breakfast).

his brows furrowed at hearing that, knowing well that you were talking about it because he had brought the topic before. even if you two were together for a short time, pedri had told you that he was serious about this, about you, and that he'd do whatever to keep you close to him. that's why you, jokingly, said it in the first place.

the next morning, when you woke up, you heard voices coming from the kitchen. you were at pedri's now, and while it seemed weird that he would have invited someone else in while he was with you -gavi was okay, but by the distorted voices heard, it certainly wasn't gavi-, you couldn't really oppose to anything he did at his place.

you were leaning against the doorframe now, seeing your boyfriend doing god know what by the countertop, his hands not quite visible due to his wider frame. "el agua no tiene que estar hirviendo" (the water doesn't have to be boiling) the voice warned. it sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite place where you had heard it from. pedro quickly went to turn off the electric kettle, and in the brief moment when he went away, you saw the littlest glimpse of the scene in front of him: his phone leaning against the wall to keep it upright, and what seemed to be a new mate equipment.

once he had safely stored the hot water on the thermo, you said "¿qué estás haciendo?" (what are you doing?), holding him from the back, slipping your hands over his waist to draw him closer. he hummed when he felt your warmth embrace him, before jokingly saying "llegó la bella durmiente" (sleeping beauty's here) to the person he was on facetime with.

"¿a quién tenés ahí?" (who do you have there?) you whispered softly, pinching his hand that had wrapped around yours to gain his attention. he moved a bit to the side, causing you to drop him off your hold. both of you were in front of the phone now, with you visible on the screen by his side. "leo. me estaba enseñando a hacer mates para ti" (leo. he was teaching me how to make mates for you) he pointed at the screen, showing clearly a man smiling contently. you looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes, not believing he had gotten as far as to call fucking messi to make you eat your words from the day before.

after waving at you, he started, "que bien que te encontró a vos, no me llamaba hace meses" (it's good that he found you, hadn't called me in months), the argentinian man spoke, and pedro started to stutter apologies before both you and the man behind the screen began to laugh at him.

after a few minutes, the facetime ended with promises to meet next time he and his family came back to barcelona. pedro was smiling widely at you, pinching slightly your cheeks that were surely bright red due to the interaction you had just shared with the man itself. "no puedo creer que hayas llamado a lionel messi para que te enseñe a hacer mate en vez de preguntarme a mi" (i can't believe you called lionel messi to teach you to make mates instead of asking me).

"tenía que asegurarme de hacerlo bien antes de pedirte que te cases conmigo, ¿no?" (i had to make sure to do it right before asking you to marry me, right?)

"eventualmente" (eventually) you reminded, pointer finger lifted up warningly. you weren't against marrying young, but you were against marrying someone you had practically just met, no matter who he was. "me pondría de rodillas ya mismo" (i'd get on my knees right now) pedro joked, slipping out of your arms to get on his knee. rolling your eyes at his antics you quickly rushed to lift him up, to which he laughed, finding your angry face -which was clearly fake- amusing.

"tranquilo. todavía no probé si tu mate es aceptable o no." (easy there. i still didn't taste if your mate is acceptable or not).

#pedri x you #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez x you #pedri x reader #football imagines #football imagine #football x you #football x reader

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