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tzuberry · 10 months

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zerobaseone maknae line as tropes / cliches ૮ • ﻌ - ა

pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, slight angst in ricky’s and gunwook’s, bulletpoint and written

cw getting stood up, mention of lipstick use in ricky’s ⠀⠀⠀wc 738 696 604 802 respectively (2840 in total)⠀⠀⠀reading time 22 min

note title kinda misleading TBH... havent written on tumblr in a while, so this is a new account and my first post! im hoping this doesnt flop :( i loved writing this so much, so if it flops i might just repost it ... idk.. likes and reblogs are appreciated !!! (only if u want to ofc 🤞🏻)

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ricky 리키

blind date... but you got stood up, and ricky is your best friend

it’s not that you really wanted to go on a date, it’s that your friend assured you this was the perfect guy for you

and your friend swore, cross their heart, that you would not regret letting them set you up

but now you’re sitting at a table alone, with pitiful looks being thrown your way by the restaurant staff and the other groups of people around you and it’s clear to you; you do regret it, and this is the last time you’ll let anyone other than yourself handle your love life

after compulsorily buying a meal for yourself so as to not leave the place empty handed, you slowly chew on your food, wondering where it went wrong

did he see a picture of you and decided that was it? did he hear a story about you that was just unflattering? what was it about you that made them turn around and away from the restaurant—away from you?

in the midst of all this, your phone emits a ding! sound. you’re not doing anything important, so you see it fit to check the notification

ricky 😡🐱: how’s your date going?

terribly. but that’s a little embarrassing to admit, especially to ricky...

yn: good! i’ll text you later

you lay your phone down on the table and pick up your utensils once again to finish your meal, but a shadow casting over your plate interrupts you

“why are you alone, then?”

When you follow the voice (and the shadow), Ricky is standing next to your table, his phone in hand with the screen open on your text thread. He turns it off with a swift click of the power button, and he takes the space on the other side of the table where your date should have been.

You don’t know how to respond. You’re embarrassed; a second ago, you were alone at a restaurant filled with people, and now, your best friend has caught you lying to him about being at said restaurant alone.

“What happened?” Ricky asks as his arm makes its way across the table to your glass of water. He lifts it to his lips, taking a sip and placing it back down. He looks genuinely concerned, maybe even a little pissed, but all you can focus on is how your lipstick stain is on the rim of the cup, and how he drank from that same spot.

You shake your head. “I, um,” you pause, pursing your lips and trying to find a good enough (fake) reason. “Nothing. I didn’t like him, and he said he had other plans, so I just let him go.”

Ricky furrows his eyebrows at that. It’s a very visible sign of incredulity; he doesn’t believe your lie. Nevertheless, he simply shrugs it off. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you reply, still dealing with the aftereffects of being stood up. You poke your fork at the food before you; a lost appetite and an expensive meal don’t mix well.

Ricky leans forward, letting his forearms rest on the surface of the table. He’s looking at you so seriously, analyzing your every move. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask, attempting to come off as teasing, but he only waves you off. “I just want to look at you.”

You feel yourself practically melt under his gaze, but you ignore it. This is Ricky, your best friend... nothing more. Right. This is Ricky—you should tell him the truth about why you’re alone.

“He didn’t come,” you admit. “I wasn’t super excited about this date, but I thought– I thought I would at least go on a date. This is... nothing. I was here by myself before you got here.”

There’s a pained glint in his eyes. Is he feeling sorry for you? Maybe you do deserve all the pity you’ve gotten today. He gulps, keeping eye contact with you while biting on a small portion of his bottom lip.

After a while, he sighs. “Come on.”

Ricky begins to stand up, stuffing his phone into his pocket before you hold him back by the wrist. “What?” you question.

“We’ll go do something else,” he says with a bob of his head. Your grasp on his wrist somehow turns into your hands being interlocked. “Let me take you on a date. I’ve always wanted to, and I promise I won’t screw it up.”

gyuvin 규빈

boy next door who you’ve always had feelings for, you just never thought of him liking you back

you’ve always liked kim gyuvin

from the moment his family moved in next to your house, with his bedroom parallel to yours

you could see everything through his window; who he was, what his hobbies were, what he admired, and how he acted with his friends

this all made him seem... unattainable. you felt like you were the audience for a show, and gyuvin was the actor

it didn’t help that you went to the same school, and to further that, he was immensely popular

it was obvious. how could you expect that someone like him wouldn’t be? he’s tall, cute, extroverted, funny and kind—the entire package, if you would say so yourself

you weren’t totally unpopular. you had your fair share of friends, a few social circles that you hung out with. but gyuvin seemed too out of reach for you, even if he was your neighbor

the singular interaction you’ve had was when he came over to ask for sugar. it went like this: “hi!” “hi?” “i was baking, and i kind of ran out of brown sugar. do you maybe... uh...” “oh, sugar? wait, i think i do, hold on.”

it was that awkward. so when your mother told you she became new friends with gyuvin’s mom and wanted to have dinner at their house as a family, you freaked

but it’s not like you can say no, so you found yourself at the kims’ door a few days later

“Hi! You must be [Name]. I’ve seen you around, and I’ve heard about you from Gyuvin, but you’re much prettier up close! I know who you get your looks from,” Mrs Kim says, winking at your mother.

“You’re too kind, your son is very polite, and...”

You tune their conversation out—did she say she’s heard about you from Gyuvin? Why would he be talking about you?

Your mom finishes it (whatever she was talking about) off with, “They’d be perfect together, don’t you think?” Mrs Kim nods vigorously, then pats you twice on the shoulder. “[Name], maybe you would want to go spend some time with Gyuvin first? I’m afraid dinner isn’t ready, there’s still a long way... I’ll call you both down when it is. He’s up in his room.”

You bow, excusing yourself and obligingly treading up the stairs. This is the second time you’re about to interact with him—you better not mess up.

On the final step of the staircase, you start to hear talking from one of the bedrooms. From where you stand, it’s not clear where its origin is, and so you try to listen for the voice. It leads you to a slightly open door, and holy shit—this is Gyuvin’s door.

“They’re coming over today, and, ugh, I don’t know,” he rants. Is that about you? It has to be. Who else is coming over? You move closer to the door frame, nearly peeking your head in. “I just– I don’t know how to talk to them! Last time, I went over to ask if they wanted to hang out and...” he trails off, the regret evident in his tone. “I asked for sugar. To bake.” Oh my god. This is about you.

You take another step, risking the possibility of the door creaking. “I don’t even bake! I came home with sugar and my mom asked why and I just said I found some on the street.” He sighs, exasperated. You inch even closer, toying with the chances of him catching you eavesdropping, when... creak. At the same time, Gyuvin’s rant is cut short. “Gunwook, you have to help me, I can’t be an idiot in front of them–”

His head snaps towards the door, where you are, standing and staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly hangs up, bidding Gunwook a hushed goodbye through the microphone. “How much of that did you hear?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, flattered and shy at the same time. “I think... all of it.”

Gyuvin’s hand raises to cup his nape, and he gives you the most endearing yet bashful smile. “Would you, maybe, um, wanna hang out sometime? With me, of course...”

gunwook 건욱

friends to lovers, and everyone is sure you both like each other but all you do is deny it

you know gunwook like the back of your hand

although you met a little over a year ago, he quickly became a constant in your life, especially because you saw him everyday at school

he would wait outside your class, eat lunch with you, walk you home (and sometimes to school in the mornings), help you with homework even though he’s always busy with all the extracurriculars he participates in, and additionally schedules weekly study sessions together

this led countless people to think you were dating, even though you’re really not

you deny it, making a gesture with your hands indicating the negative. “we’re just friends, he would never be my boyfriend,” you laugh it off. gunwook tenses up, and the corners of his lips suddenly become downturned. “yeah, we’re just friends...” he agrees, sounding somewhat unsure

that’s what happens every single time someone mistakes you for a couple. you’re the first to refuse that assumption, while gunwook just follows your lead

you thought, “hey, maybe he’s just shy around the topic of dating.” and so you don’t push it, or even ask about what he thinks of the rumors surrounding you two

at this week’s study session, which he scheduled at his house, he can’t focus

repeatedly tapping his pen and running his fingers through his hair—doing anything but his homework, really—he doesn’t even spare you a glance

and so you take the responsibility upon yourself to ask. “is something bothering you?”

Gunwook sighs, looking as if he’s internally debating the pros and cons of unloading his baggage onto you. His eyes dart around his room, from the door, to the desk, to the bed, and finally to you, before he swipes his tongue between his lips and lets out a breath. “Can I ask you something?”

You drop your pen. Why does he seem so conflicted?

Readjusting your position on the bed to face him, you lean closer to Gunwook as you shove your school books and other materials out of the way. “You can ask me anything,” you say, determined to comfort your friend.

He visibly hesitates, biting his bottom lip. He’s still not looking at you, and not so much as a second is allotted for one glimpse. “Do you...” he pauses, trying to muster the courage. “Do you really think of me as just a friend?”

The question almost makes your jaw drop to the floor. What does he mean by that? Sure, you did have a short-lived crush on him when you first got acquainted, but it faded instantaneously. You didn’t know you could be anything more—you thought you had no chance with a guy like him, so your feelings were trivial to you.

Tilting your head, you reply, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Gunwook shrugs, also following your actions and pushing all his textbooks away. “I guess– oh my god, this sounds stupid, but,” he groans, “I’ve liked you since last year, since before we even became friends. And whenever someone asks if I’m your boyfriend, you just– you immediately say no.”

He... likes you? You’re dumbfounded, eyes wide and mouth actually agape this time. You’re certain your cheeks are red, judging from the heat you feel rush up to your face.

At your silence, he continues. “I know it’s stupid. I didn’t just become friends with you because I like you, it’s more than that, but everytime you say I could never be your boyfriend or something like that, I hate it.

“I’ve liked you for so long, and please answer me,” he sounds breathless as he speaks, “Can I... can we be anything more?”

yujin 유진

first love / teenage crush

you didn’t know when you started liking yujin, you just did

maybe it was when you would watch him play soccer after school, with him alone on the field practicing and you doing your homework on the bleachers

or maybe it was when he bought you a drink that one time. you were thirsty after running to school because you were on the verge of getting an offense on your permanent record if you were late one more time

clicking a few buttons on the vending machine, the solace provided by strawberry milk was nearly yours—until you open your wallet to find that there’s only a thousand won inside

“maybe next time,” you think, “i don’t need to drink anything right now.”

but before you can leave, someone sneaks their two thousand into the slot for you, and the milk drops down into the small metal box below for you to claim

when you turn around, you’re met with yujin

and then a switch flipped. since then, you’ve noticed han yujin wherever you went

you stumbled onto the soccer field on a hot day when you were assigned cleaning duty, and you found that he was the only one there

deciding to repay the favor, after spectating him practicing for a while, you go to buy a drink for him too when you buy your own

you leave it next to his bag with a note, saying: “you’re really good! i bought this for you, make sure to get some rest ♡”

and so watching him practice while doing your homework became a regular occurrence for you, even if you weren’t 100% watching all the time. it was like background music, and your interest in him (caused by him buying you milk) became a full blown crush

Following the steps of your daily routine, you hurriedly arrange your books in your backpack, ready to go see Yujin—the best part of your day—when your teacher stops you at the door.

“[Name], I’d like to talk to you about tutoring someone,” she says, a soft smile plastered on her face as if she wasn’t actively ruining your day. “You’re one of my best students, and a classmate of yours really needs help.”

As hard as you tried to get away, you got stuck in the classroom for the rest of the afternoon, discussing possible tutoring times and the topic outlines where your “classmate” needed further explanation. Not only were you annoyed you missed some time to see Yujin, but when you got to the field, hoping he would still be practicing late into the night, he was gone.

Although you were displeased at the thought of having to tutor your male classmate every day of the school week, you had no choice. In addition, he was at least paying you, so it wasn’t like your hard work was for nothing—just that now, you would have to sacrifice your time with the boy you like.

You started to tutor him after school, and going to see Yujin became a rare possibility. Your tutoring was yielding good results, however, and your tutee received high marks on almost all tests after being taken under your wing.

He runs up to you, showing you his paper with a big red ninety-eight in the corner; he got an even higher grade than you did. “[Name]! Thank you, look at this! I’ve never gotten a grade this high!” You nod, but everything he’s saying is going in one ear and out the other. Since he technically doesn’t need your help anymore, maybe you could go watch Yujin today.

You cancel your session for the day, with permission from your advising teacher. After two and a half weeks, you’re finally back at the field—but this time, he’s the one who isn’t here. You let out a deep breath, deciding to power through and do your homework like normal.

You’re in the middle of trigonometry when a cool sensation is pressed up against your cheek, water beginning to drip down your skin. Flicking your head towards the perpetrator, you discover it to be Yujin holding a strawberry milk for you. He giggles, handing you the small box and sitting down beside you. “Here. I haven’t, um, seen you in a while. Why’s that?”

You take it from him, detaching the straw from the back of the box and poking it through the designated hole. “Yeah,” you say, sipping on the milk for a few seconds after. “I started to tutor Jiwon, so I couldn’t come the last few weeks.”

“Oh, you must be busy, then. Nevermind,” he mutters, shaking his head. “No, what is it? You can’t just say nevermind.” You scoff, a teasing grin making its way onto your face.

Yujin gulps. “Will you, uh... come to my game this weekend?”

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snowsonlylove · 2 months

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Looking So Crazy in Love

Pairing: Academy!Coriolanus Snow x Enemy!Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Coriolanus Snow have been butting heads since the very first time they met despite their parents being mutual friends, which makes them frustrated as it means that they have to see each other every time the families gather. Now, they’re both 18 and are considered young adults. Their friends, Arachne and Festus, are sick of them arguing and throw them in a closet to sort it out (Arachne secretly setting this up with Festus after seeing how Coriolanus looks at Y/N), which leads to them having rough, hateful sex.

Fic Type: Smut (NSFW) 18+, Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: blowjob, unprotected sex (don’t do this people, wear it before you tap dat ass), degradation, mommy issues, lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 2.3k

I do not own Coriolanus Snow or Y/N Y/L/N (cuz it’s you, boo). All credits go to Suzanne Collins and her team. Song credits also go to Beyonce and her team.

Also, ageless and empty blogs will be BLOCKED as this is a 18+ fic. Report my fics and you’re blocked cuz if u don’t like it, LEAVEEEE.

Y/N Y/L/N and Coriolanus Snow first met during the tender age of 3, both being the only children of their families and the apples of their fathers’ eyes. You may think that this makes it so that they have something in common, however that is totally not the case. Since the first time they’ve looked into each other’s eyes, all they saw was someone who can take away their parent’s love because of how similar they are.

Coriolanus felt that Y/N was someone that his parents would really love as there was a time where her mother mentioned having a girl instead of a boy. That statement made him blind with rage since he thought that his mother never saw him as good enough. He professed this to his father, who looked shocked as he comforted him before confronting his mother after, which led to a huge fight he would rather not discuss.

Y/N however had it worse as her mother always saw her as someone who could take her spot as the sole love of her husband and hated her since birth. Whenever she looked into Y/N’s eyes, all she saw was hate, burning aflame as she saw red with how much she hated her daughter. Y/N not only took away her beauty, but added to her life baggage as she started to have droopy eyes, saggy breasts and a flabby stomach, making her hate Y/N more.

15 years later, both Y/N and Coriolanus are now 18, both preparing for their coming of age gala hosted in the Y/L/N’s estate. As Y/N got ready for the upcoming gala, she thought about how much better life had been had her mother accepted her for who she is. She doesn’t know why her mother hated her, always criticising her looks, her weight, her actions. She was just sick of it. She wanted a way out of it, and she would find a way.

Coriolanus on the other hand, had started to notice how Y/N’s features have benefitted her lately, her ass plumper, her breasts more prominent and her facial features all enhanced into a perfect symphony. He doesn’t know what this tugging feeling is, but he always felt it when being in proximity, especially when in the same room with Y/N. He tried to be discreet as he took glances from time to time, admiring her features. Unfortunately, he was not as sleek as he thought as a certain Arachne Crane saw this exchange and devised the perfect plan before running to her go-to pal for chaos, Festus Creed.

As Y/N finished getting ready, Coriolanus arrived to the Y/L/N mansion looking exceptionally handsome with his curls perfectly tame, his dress shirt clinging to his perfectly sculpted muscles and his blazer and dress pants a perfect blood red, referring to the Snow’s love for roses as the Snow family entered the estate, the picture of perfection if there ever was one.

Coriolanus looked around the crowd, before treating himself to a tall glass of posca, anxious to see what his arch-nemesis looked like when all of the sudden, the lights dimmed in the estate as the Y/L/N family walked down the ginormous flight of stairs, all made of expensive granite as Y/N’s parents walked down hand-in-hand before Y/N joined shortly after. All eyes on her as they stared in either awe or jealousy as she sauntered down the flight of stairs like she owned it (which she does fyi).

Coriolanus felt every movement around him slow down as he took in Y/N’s appearance as one of an angel, with her feathery dress cut down to a modest length, ending just above her thighs as the dress had jewels and rhinestones echo around her in a wave of beauty, wrapping around her features like a second skin of sorts. As he glanced at her, she suddenly met his gaze and gave him a look of confusion, which immediately made him snap out of his trance as he walked away.

Y/N reached the floor of the gala as she glided through the crowd to the drinks station, in which she entertained herself to a glass of posca, swallowing the harsh liquid in one go. She examined the crowd as she saw her friends talking and decided to join in their conversation. “Hi guys, what are we discussing?” Arachne looked at Y/N, feigning surprise all the sudden, “Oh! Look who’s joined us, the star of the moment.” Y/N looked at Arachne with a pointed look, tilting her head to the side, “That, I am. Thank you for saying that, Arachne. Always looking forward to hearing something so unprofessional from that dick-sucking mouth of yours.” She gave her a snide smile after.

Most of the friend group around them laughed, some even slapping their friend’s arms in disbelief. It was at that moment where Coriolanus showed up and swung a hand over Y/N’s shoulder, acting as if they were best friends. Y/N then looked at him incredulously, shoving his hand out of her shoulder. The group looked at them as if they were watching a movie. The atmosphere was tense for a moment before Clemensia let out a frustrated sigh, “Oh my god! Guys, what is up with you two? You guys always fight every time you’re together and it’s killing me over here!”

Both Y/N and Coriolanus looked at her, shocked before their arms were pulled by two bodies. Arachne pulled Y/N and Festus pulled Coriolanus as they dragged the two to a quiet shady place in the Y/L/N estate before shoving them in a nearby closet and locking it from the outside. “Y/N! Coriolanus! We’re sick of you two fighting! You two better work it out if you want to be let out!” Y/N’s and Coriolanus’s hands were turned to fists as their hands furiously banged on the closet to be let out. “Let me out, you bitch! Oh, just wait until I get out of here!” Y/N screamed as her face turned red. Arachne and Festus laughed from outside the closet before pulling each other towards the gala, leaving the two of them alone.

Coriolanus sighed as Y/N gave up and tried her best to sit with whatever space they had. “Hey, are you okay?” Coriolanus said as Y/N looked at him, her face the picture of female rage. “Okay? What the fuck do you mean am i okay Coriolanus?! Are you fucking kidding me?! God! I can’t believe you’re that dumb!” Coriolanus was offended by that statement as he stared at her for a moment for furrowed brows before responding in an equally frustrated tone, “I’m just trying to comfort you, Y/N! God! I can’t even be civil with you anymore! Genuinely, what do I have to do to make you show me just an ounce of respect?!”

Y/N looked at him with a deadpan expression, “Are you actually fucking with me right now? Coryo, we’ve never been friends! The fact that you think we'd be best friends now is seriously beyond me. Why do you even care, huh? Every time you look at me, all you do is look at me like I crushed your favourite Barbie doll or something, why do you think I’d be civil with you?” She kept on riling him up as Coriolanus stood in the closet, heaving huge, deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down before he suddenly exploded, “Because I like you, okay! Good God! I don’t know when or how I like you but it. just. happened. There! Happy now?!’

Y/N looked at him, her breaths slowing down as she looked at him with an expression of disbelief, “What… W-What? H-How, Coriolanus?” “I don’t know, Y/N! All I know is that I’m in love with you and it’s killing me that you’re not even looking at me whenever we’re together.” Y/N looked at him, her mouth turned to an “O” shape, “Oh…” Coriolanus continued, his hands suddenly going to cup her cheeks as he leaned his forehead towards hers, “Y/N Y/L/N… I have been in love with you and I haven’t been honest about it. I’ve gone from wanting to kill you.. to wanting to kill for you. Please, don’t push me away. Let’s work this out..”

Y/N reluctantly leaned in as she closed the gap between them, their teeth and tongues clashing together in a crazed frenzy. It was almost like a battle between them as Y/N pulled on Coriolanus’s bottom lip as he pushed her against the closet with what little space they had, making the closet move with great force as they stumbled a little without breaking their kiss. They continue this battle as they roughly shoved each other’s clothes out of the other’s as Y/N tore Coriolanus’s dress shirt open after shoving his blazer off, ripping the fabric and tearing the buttons off in the process.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus’s hands went to the back of her dress and quickly pulled her zipper down before roughly shoving her dress down, tugging her lace underwear down and unclipping her bra with one hand. Y/N’s hands roamed around his chest as she moved from kissing his lips to kissing his neck, collarbone and shoulder before continuing all the way to his barely visible happy trail, tugging the zipper of his pants down just enough for her to pull his huge, aching hardness with pre-cum leaking on its tip.

Y/N tried her best to kneel as she looked up to him with her eyes glazed with lust as she pumped his dick up and down a few times before swirling her tongue on the tip of his dick and working up until she was able to take about half of his dick until she suddenly felt this force on her head, pushing her down further to take more of his dick. She then heard one of the most slutty groans ever as she smirked in accomplishment. She started with a slow but deep pace before Coriolanus aided her in increasing her speed into a rough, unforgettably fast pace as the closet echoed with his groans and her gagging on his cock.

This did not last long as Coriolanus groaned a final time before shoving her head all the way to the hilt of his dick as he came into her throat. Y/N moaned as she felt the warm liquid in her throat as she swallowed dutifully before looking up at Coriolanus with her mascara streaming down her face, her lipstick smushed as when she pulled his dick out of her mouth, there was a noticeably red print on his dick. After pulling it out her mouth, Coriolanus continued grabbing her hair as he pulled her into another rough kiss and lined his dick with her pussy before stroking it to her clit a few times and finally pushing it in her dripping wetness, both of them moaning loudly in the process.

Coriolanus moaned, “Ohh, so good, Y/N. Such a dirty, dirty girl. You enjoyed having my dick in your mouth, huh? You're my nasty little slut, yeah? My. dirty. little. whore..” He said as he thrusted his erection in her center with every word. Y/N sighed in pleasure as she shakily moaned while she played with her tits, “Y-Yes, Coryo. Fuck me h-harder, I’m y-your little slut. I’m such a dirty little w-whore.”

This fueled Coryo as his thrusts became rougher and he continued thrusting himself into her harder and harder, causing the closet to shake in tandem as their moans and groans echoed around the closet. There was also a very distinct sound of skin slapping echoing as his balls slapped her ass, both Y/N and Coriolanus wrapping their arms around each other as Coriolanus lifted her right leg up to his waist as his thrusts became deeper with him getting close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, sweetheart. Such a good little whore..” His forehead was glistening with sweat as he felt his body becoming warmer and warmer with Y/N moaning incessantly as she also felt herself getting closer, “O-Ohh, Coryo! I’m so close, so so close. Oh, you’re gonna make me come.” She panted, “I’m coming, Coryo. I’m coming. OHH GODD!”

“So good, Y/N. So good..” Coriolanus panted as he quickly pulled out of her and pushed her down to her knees before pumping his cock and cumming on her face and breasts. His cum was everywhere. It decorated her nose, her eyebrows, her eyelashes, her forehead, down to her cheeks and lips, which were covered with his pearly white, spent. The rest was all over her collarbone, shoulder and her breasts as well as the valley of it. She damn looked like a whore, his whore.

“Y’so pretty like this.. covered in my cum everywhere. Just like one of those district whores. But now, you’re all mine sweetheart, you’d do well to remember that.” He said with an evil smirk. Y/N looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she gave an evil smile of her own, “Who’s to say I am? You know, I might as well be fucking someone else. Sejanus looks pretty handsome tonight. Might even invite him-” Her words were taken out of her as his eyes turned a dark hue and he dragged her towards him and kissed her lips hard before going down and sucking a big, fat hickey on her. He tasted himself on her tongue but he didn’t care as he kept sucking, therefore preventing her on finding any other guy.

Y/N moaned as she tangled her hands in his hair as as he pulled his face from her neck, he said with a dark tone, “No, sweetheart… That’s never gonna happen with me. Unless you look forward to seeing Sejanus’s decapitated head on the news one day? That is not happening anytime soon.. You’re mine, understand? No one is gonna touch you from now on.. You’re mine as much as I’m yours, understood?”

Y/N gave him a small smile as she responded with a soft tone, “Understood, Coryo.”

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miguelswifey04 · 9 months

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Miguel playing with him and readers 2 year old son and every time he’s hugging reader their son goes “no dats my mama” and him and Miguel have a little argument going back and forth saying “no that’s my mama” so like reader is bringing their son to the spider society to see Miguel and give him his lunch and Miguel’s in the middle of a meeting or something and he hugs reader and their son starts screaming “no dats my mama!!!”

omg this is so adorable ☹️🫶🏽

miguel o’hara x single mom! reader (fluff)

you had brought miguel lunch as you brought your 2 year old son to HQ to see miguel. now, miguel and your small son are caught in a delightful argument. every time miguel wrapped his arms around you, your son, would protest his love for his mom.

miguel found himself playfully caught in a delightful argument with his and your two-year-old son. every time he wrapped his arms around you, your son would protest, claiming his ownership of his beloved mother. in the midst of their playful rivalry, you decided to bring your son to the spider society to visit miguel. with a lunchbox in hand, you entered the meeting room, where miguel was deeply engaged in discussions with the other members.

as you approached, a warm smile graced miguel’s face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. unable to resist the impulse to embrace you, he leaned in for a hug, fully expecting your son's precious protest. “hello, my love. i’ve missed you. do you have lunch for me?" before you could reply, your son's voice pierced the air, filled with determination.

“no dats my mama! you no hug her, daddy! my mama!" miguel raised an eyebrow, his playful nature instantly engaged as he responded cheekily. "oh, little one, i believe you are mistaken. your mama is my mama too. just giving her a little love!" your son crossed his arms and scrunched up his face, determined to assert his claim. “no! she’s my mama! you find your own!"

miguel playfully gasped, pretending to be shocked by his son's remark. “oh, how can i find my own when the best mama is right here? i love her too much to find someone else!" your son's protests continued, giggles laced within his words as he defended his territory. “no, no, daddy! you no hug mama! only me! my mama!" the room erupted with laughter as miguel and their son playfully bantered back and forth. you couldn't help but smile, finding immeasurable joy in seeing the bond between the two most important people in your life.

finally, miguel swooped your son up into his arms, pretending to surrender defeat. "alright, alright, little champ. mama is all yours! i may have lost this round, but don't worry, i’ll always have enough love for both of you." your son giggled triumphantly, satisfied that his boundary had been reinforced. you joined the hug, wrapping your arms around both of them, reveling in the love that surrounded your little family.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @meeom

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euphoriesx · 3 days

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W/ THE BOY NEXT DOOR? GURL, YOU'RE IN 4 A TREAT !!

director romi's first movie starring choso kamo !!

CO-STARRING : fem! reader, suggestive.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ when choso moves in, you don't bat an eye - well, in actual fact, you do. his compression shirt is too tight on his torso, accentuating his lean figure, and oh, those abs are something you can't miss. and look at those boo- you stop yourself, walking right back into your house. however, rather unknown to you, there's going to be many more encounters with this lucky stranger.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ that time your car didn't work, choso drove you to your date. it was awkward, of course, but there was no way you were walking all the way to the selected meeting spot. for the first five minutes, you were both silent, till he asked something. it was the first time you realised his voice was quite ... attractive. soft and velvety.

'you're not single?'

'nah.' you gave him a straight answer, though regretted it immediately, seeing a sunken look in the raven head's face.

'funny. i'd have thought a pretty girl like you would have a guy already.'

'why else would i be living alone?'

you got out of the car straight after that, deciding it would be better to just walk the rest of the way. no point in trying to communicate with someone you'd probably never see or talk to again.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ but the breaking moment was the presence of choso's little brother, yuji. he was seven at the time, though when you asked choso about the age difference, he merely shrugged it off. you'd become friends at this point, despite your warnings to yourself to not get so close to him, though you found yourself squished on a couch desperately, dangerously close to choso, yuji sitting on the carpeted floor, giggling as he smashed dolls against one another, making loud sound effects every so often.

'your house is nice.' you smile, feeling your heart jump as choso leans closer to hear you amidst yuji's 'kapows' and 'boom!! killed you's. it's when you realise his eyes are very pretty ... so is his hair ... well, his whole face, really.

little did you know, he thought the same thing about you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ the funniest moment of all had to be the 'joke' date choso set up, of course with your consent, just to get back on a particularly bitchy ex ('who would leave choso kamo of all people?' you had asked yourself, as he recounted the news to you). you still keep the polaroids near your bed every night, stuck to your vanity; it brought a smile to your face even if you passed it and saw the photos through your peripheral vision, recognising every little figure and smile that made choso.

you never heard if that ex got back together with him, but deep inside, you really did hope that she didn't. if you were hideous enough to dump choso, then you didn't deserve any of his attention. it brought a huff to your lips, though probably something more akin to jealousy rather than frustration on his part.

he lied. he just wanted to be with you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ it's when the alcohol pours out of your mouths and drips onto the floor that he confesses - and it's more than a confession, it's a declaration of love, a love that never dies in the nine months he has stayed beside your house, seeing your every movement and coy grin. his 22nd, and he's invited you over among the sneaky comments from his friends about the girl he's pulled, comments you brush off.

'you know, i really like you, y/n.'

'you're lying,' you slur, tipping a shot down your throat.

'nah' nah,' he giggles. 'i love you so much. from the very moment i saw you, from the moment we met eyes, i needed you. not just to hold, i wanna feel you de-eeep inside, wanna feel you from the inside out, ya know?'

'if ya think love's like dat, then maybe i love you too,' an equally giddy laugh from your part, as you feel a wild hand stroke itself down the small of your back, grip your ass tightly, as if you're the only possession of his in the whole world.

'feel me inside of you, if ya luv me so much.' a slutty grin, and your eyes trail down his broad shoulders, down his snatched waist, his veiny forearms, his long hands, those fingers that you'd love so much to feel up your throbbing little clit.

'oh god, i will.' is your only answer, as he throws you over his shoulder, the plastic cup now somewhere only he knows. and, oh god, what a treat.

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imajinxnation · 22 days

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Heyyy I saw that you wanted fic ideas and I love your other keanu fics. I hope this is one you want to write for, but if not that's ok xoxo

Would you be able to write a fic about Neo losing his virginity again (kinda) to the reader in the real world and it's also really fluffy. Maybe they're alone on the Nebuchadnezzar (idk why lol).

Tysm in advance 💕

Second The Best

Neo (Thomas Anderson) x FEM!Reader

SUMMARY // Soft (and kind of uncomfortable) sex with Neo in the Nebuchadnezzar

TW // Fluff, Smut, Soft Sex, Losing Virginity(kinda), Raw Sex (if you don't want kids, don't do dat)..

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Neo is my soft bb boi and I love him

Lmk if I missed any warnings!!

"A-are you sure..?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.."

You and Neo are in his room on the Nebuchadnezzar, cuddling on his small bed while waiting for the other crew members to come and get ready to leave. They wouldn't be there for awhile, having to help with things around Zion and clean up a giant mess that was made, which could take hours. That meant you and Neo got to enjoy some quiet time on the ship before the rest come and ruin your peace and quiet.

"I never actually got to experience sex in real life.. and I think it's only right that I lose my real virginity to you.." Neo says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod slowly, taking in his words. While you're in thought, Neo stares and admires your facial features as if you're the most beautiful goddess he's ever seen. He can't help himself and leans over you to kiss you while you're in deep thought. Your eyes widen once his soft lips land on yours gently, but quickly your eyelids flutter shut at the beautiful sensation of his soft and loving kiss.

Your hand slides up the side of his neck and to the back of his head, your hands brushing over the port in the back of his head, his hair slightly covering it. Your hand runs through his short hair, nails scraping against his scalp, sending shivers down his spine at the relaxing feeling.

Neo breaks the kiss slightly and looks in your eyes, his deep, chocolate brown eyes staring lovingly into yours.

"Please.. I want this.." He whispers, placing his forehead gently onto yours.

"Okay.." you whisper back, kissing him once more, this time a little more desperately.

"Mm.." Neo lets out a low moan as he kisses back, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, your legs tangling with his on the bed.

You pull back, breaking the kiss and begin to leave gentle kisses down his cheek to his jaw, then to his neck, stopping at the junction between his neck and shoulder. You nibble and suck lightly on that spot, making him moan softly. Your hands slide up his shirt, feeling his body, and brushing your thumb over one of his nipples, making him let out a breathy laugh at the ticklish sensation. You smile into his neck, loving the way he laughs.

You tug at his shirt, wanting to take it off. He gets the hint and sits up, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it onto the grated floor.

"All those martial arts programs did wonders.." you mention, grazing your fingers down his the middle of his chest and stomach. He shivers, his need growing as you touch him gently.

"Ugh.. I need you, please.." he groans in a low tone as your hand stops at the waistband of his pants.

You smile gently and pull back, crawling off the hard mattress and pull your plain shirt off, kicking off your boots and shoving your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Neo lifts his hips and pulls down his pants aswell, tossing them to the floor, adding to the pile of your clothes on the metal floor.

"Fuck.. (Y/n), you're gorgeous.." Neo whispers, his eyes scanning your body, engraving every curve of your body into his memory.

He sits at the edge of his small, uncomfortable bed, his cock straining against his underwear as he watches you strip off your bra, your breasts falling out with a slight bounce. Neo swallows hard, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he admires your soft breasts. The size.. shape.. beautiful.

You smile and blush, walking over slowly to sit in his lap, your clothed core rubbing up against his strained erection, making him groan. His large hands roam all over your body, starting from your calves, his hands gently caress up to your thighs, your hips, grazing over your ribcage and wrapping his hands around your breasts gently, squeezing the soft flesh. He leans his face closer and gently takes your left nipple between his lips, sucking softly, pulling it between his teeth slightly every now and then while pinching your right nipple lightly between his fingers.

"I need you so bad, (Y/n)," he says, pulling away from your nipple and laying his head in your soft chest.

"Have me.. you have me," you respond, running your hand through his hair softly.

That was all it took, Neo's fingers traveling down your body to pull your panties off, then his briefs right after, throwing them to the floor. You look into his eyes for the go-ahead, and he nods, hands placed on your hips, guiding you as you position yourself over him. You steady his cock in your hand and sink down onto him, his length filling you to the brim.

You gasp at the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and so does he. It takes a moment for both of you to adjust to the feeling of each other. Neo slowly pushes you down further on his cock, suggesting he wants you to move. You let out a shaky breath and comply, rolling your hips onto him, moaning softly. As you start to bounce on his cock faster, he wraps his arms around your middle, burying his face in your breasts as he moans your name..

"(Y/n)! Ah.. fuck, you're so tight, so warm.. so fucking perfect," he groans and moves you to lay down on the bed, his cock still inside you.

He begins to thrust slow and hard, savouring the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around his cock. As he thrusts, he leans down to kiss you gently, wrapping his arm around the back of your neck before breaking the sweet, sensual kiss and laying his cheek on the side of your forehead, groaning into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

His pace starts to quicken and his thrusts shallow, making you moan out in pleasure, knowing he was so close.

"Neo! Wanna cum.. wanna cum with you, ah!" You moan out, lifting his head with your hands to make him look into your eyes.

He grunts and nods, bringing a hand down to rub at your clit, making you gasp and moan louder, moving your hands to cling onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his freckled flesh as he continues thrusting into you, his fingers rubbing at you fervently.

The knot in your stomach becomes too much and Neo can sense your impending orgasm, so he thrusts harder, his own orgasm nearing, his fingers rubbing at your clit faster.

"Fuck, gonna cum!" You gasp out, eyes widening as the knot in your stomach snaps, sending waves of pleasure through your body, your nails digging into his shoulderblades, almost breaking the skin.

"Yes!" Neo grunts and gives a few more thrusts before coming undone. He stills, his cock throbbing and balls tensing, his cum spurting into your warm and welcoming pussy.

Neo collapses on top of you, panting, his cock softening inside of you. He slips out gently and lays between your legs, his head resting on your chest, satiated and out of breath.

"Well? How was your second time?" You grin down at him, petting his soft hair lovingly.

Neo grins back and rolls his eyes playfully, "Well.. you know the saying. Second's the best."

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hockeyandhrsepwr · 1 year

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Off the Sea

Charles Leclerc x yachtie reader

CharlesLeclerc

Charlesleclerc Big thanks to RivaYacht for the fun this summer (and yntakestheseas)

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yntakestheseas Are you thanking me for fun too or thanking them for me?? #Confuzzled

LandoNorris I mean, you did meet because of them

ArthurLeclerc true dat

yntakestheseas no one asked you gremlins

Charlesleclerc be nice to the children!

Bestie you should be thanking me for convincing her to give you a chance

yntakestheseas It didn’t take much convincing

Bestie Babe, i remember differently

yntakestheseas 🤫, he thinks he has swag.

Joris Doesn't even give me photo creds

yntakestheseas Thanks for the photos J!! 📸Always happy to have you around

Joris at least someone appreciates me 👍

Charlesleclerc

Charlesleclerc 4 years of bliss. Happy Anniversary mon amour 💕💕

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yntakestheseas Happy anniversary lover boy 🫶❤️

Fan4 4 Years!?

yntakestheseas we were trying to be private, and it would’ve worked too if it wasn’t for that meddling gossip account!

Charlesleclerc did you just steal a villain speech from Scooby Doo?

yntakestheseas and what if I did?🤨

CarlosSainz55 The two of you are sickeningly cute

yntakestheseas aw, thanks buddy 😘

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas guys help me to convince Charles that we need this

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Charlesleclerc babe stop being ridiculous

yntakestheseas just imagine how cool we'll look whipping around the port in this bad boy!!

Charlesleclerc who is we? Because it sure as hell won’t be me

PierreGasly I vote yes, but just so I can make fun of him

ScudderiaFerrari Its a yes from us!

Fan847 omg please!

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas Monaco nights with Bestie

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Bestie never a dull moment with you!!

yntakestheseas you know you love it

LandoNorris next time don't drag me out with you

Bestie you begged to be invited

CharlesLeclerc God my girl is a stunner 😍

yntakestheseas she is isn’t she?

PierreGasly did you seriously just compliment yourself?

Yntakestheseas if you’ve got it flaunt it. And says you mr photo dump

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas Cheers to the best crew ever, I’m gonna miss you guys

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Stew2 best boss ever

yntakestheseas Aw, I love you sm!!

BoatCapJoe sure I can’t convince you to come back?

yntakestheseas not this time Joe!! Its been amazing working with you over the last 3 years though

BoatCapJoe We’ll miss you but you’re moving on to better things!!

Deck37 Will miss working & nights out with you!

yntakestheseas ill miss you too!! We’ll catch up next time you’re around

User74 what do you do for the winter when yachting? I’m interested in the industry!

yntakestheseas a lot of yachties go and do the Caribbean season which starts around November, do other seasonal jobs like skiing or go home until the following April. I personally stick around Europe (there is still work) and usually end up doing couple of trips to Dubai or the Seychelles, it really just depends on who you work for! But good luck! Its a great job to have

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas yacht girl summer

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PierreGasly isn’t every summer technically that for you?

yntakestheseas yes but no.

Bestie girlie is thriving

yntakestheseas its a hard life. Although the service is a bit shit

ArthurLeclerc thats rude

yntakestheseas you dropped a whole bottle of champagne on me! And a cup of coffee

ArthurLeclerc THAT WASNT ME!!

yntakestheseas well it wasn’t a ghost

CharlesLeclerc Sure it wasn’t ArthurLeclerc

F1fan so she’s just using Charles for his money then?

Fan23 let her live, she clearly has worked hard

yntakestheseas actually babe, I had a week off because the boat I work on needed some repairs which is why I decided to join my boyfriend on holiday if thats okay with you?

Ferrari23 ooh, get them queen

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F1gossip

The New F1 season is getting underway as drivers head to Bahrain. The question on everyone mind, will we get a Y/N sighting in the paddock this year? Since her relationship with the Ferrari driver was exposed this past summer, can we expect our favourite stewardess to make an appearance & support her boyfriend?

F1 Gossip

Well folks, we're into May now and no y/n sightings. is there trouble in paradise for the fan favourite couple?

Fan56 dude they were private for nearly 4 years. just because she hasn't been spotted doesn't mean they've broken up.

f1user omg just let her exist in peace!! she's probably working

yntakestheseas

yntakestheseas This'll be the first summer since I started yachting at 18 that I'm not on a boat, but 9 years later it’s time for a new adventure with my favourite person by my side 🫶

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Charlesleclerc no one I’d rather do this with mon amour

Ferrarifan84 Oh my god what!!!

Bestie Mama mode!!! Can't wait to meet the little one

yntakestheseas They can't wait to meet favourite auntie!!

Aurthurleclerc Favourite uncle loading!

Lorenzotl sure

PierreGasly dibs on godfather!

Carlossainz55 I don’t think so mate

CharlesLeclerc it’s neither of you

SebastianVettel Congratulations! You’re going to be amazing parents

yntakestheseas Thank you Seb!!

LandoNorris Can I babysit!!

yntakestheseas absolutely not

LewisHamilton Can I?

yntakestheseas Absolutely, as long as Roscoe comes to visit

LandoNorris 😮

Fan565 dad Charles era!!!!

F1gossip holy crap

Estebanocon Congrats!!!

yntakestheseas Merci Estie<3

ScudderiaFerrari New driver to sign!! Congratulations guys

Pascale_leclerc grateful he found you & can’t wait to welcome them into the world

yntakestheseas Love you Pascale!! Youre going to be the best grandma to little bean

Ferrarifan not what I expected but a slay nevertheless

xxx

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #jjs insta edits #formula 1 imagine #f1 instagram au #formula one

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velvetures · 7 months

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alr alr alr so hear me out just HEAR me out right

Gaz. Right, right. Showing the reader he's a certified munch. Right. Idk how it would go. I imagine he maybe helped them out with something and they owe him a solid and then bro just like "fuq all this sexual attention bruv. Bring dat arse here and let me sip on ye like sum fine wine" or sumn. Idk. BUT PLS CONSIDER IT PLS I LOVE THIS MAN SOO MUCH

Tip the Driver

summary: you go above and beyond the call of duty and it earns you a certain operator's constant attention and adoration. he's insistent that he pays you back... and you're utterly shocked at what he suggests.

t/w's: canonical violence, blood, GSW, Gaz eating pussy like a champ, fem-reader, fem oral receiving, dirty talk, fingering, female orgasm, male orgasm, public?fuck,... probably missed a bunch..

MRAP's didn't make for the best office... but it was yours whether or not you liked it all that much or not. Between the .50 cal bolted to the roof and the unmoveable windows, it made for a shitty view just about everywhere you received orders to go. Be it sand and dusty nothingness or abandoned and flaming city streets with car alarms blaring after a bomb strike. Your "office" hardly proved to be comfortable, but no one could contest your ability to drive the damn thing and keep the men inside of it safe.

The most important of all was Task Force 141 on the frequent occasions that your specialist skills were necessary for getting the boys in and out of a tight situation when a helo couldn't be afforded. It was a pain in the ass job that hardly anyone ever wanted... and you couldn't say that you'd initially volunteered for it either. You'd been forced after multiple vehicle squads declined to work with the 141.

Nothing ever went to plan with them.

It all happened far too quickly.

What started as a simple insertion by vehicle turned into nearly inescapable hellfire raining down on the sides of your armored truck. Banging heavy brass and lead rounds against the walls and drowning out the sounds of Captain Price’s orders. The whole plan went to shit the first second an RPG took a nose dive less than fifteen feet in front of your truck; stalling the movement of the small convoy and pinning you between two rocky cliffs pinched off and slowly closing up even tighter.

One moment you were doing the only thing asked of you: drive Task Force 141 through the gap to the small terrorist encampment on the other side, and hide yourself until they needed a quick escape. The next you were knelt down in the back, tightening down a tourniquet around Kyle Garrick’s thigh and preparing with shaky hands to pack a steadily bleeding bullet wound. There was hardly a second to think about anything, much less second guess your best instincts after Soap and Ghost hauled Gaz back to the truck and made a very harsh demand that you “pack him tight”.

Honestly, you didn’t even know what that meant. But Gaz -in all his inhuman strength- had enough patience and discipline to ignore the pain he was feeling to walk you through exactly what it took to keep him from bleeding out before you could get him somewhere for real medical attention. From cutting his own pant leg open to handing you each tool or material necessary, Kyle couldn’t have been a better patient to learn with. But it didn’t make you feel any better for looking up at him every few seconds and seeing him practically chewing on his own belt to keep from screaming or cracking his teeth.

“Doin’ good sweetheart…”

“That’s it, keep it -fuck- keep it tight like that…”

“Can’t be shy with me. Need you to be tough, m’kay?”

Every little praise or motivation he gave made eased your worries, but damn if you didn’t feel the littlest bit guilty for needing a wounded man to give you reassurance. It should’ve been the opposite. You easing his nerves. Telling him he’d be okay, and that there wasn’t anything to worry about. But there wasn’t a single thing you could do except following his directions to the letter, and hope that he didn’t pass out before you could finish up.

“For a gearhead, you’ve got nice hands…”

“Aren’t you a little too pretty to get stuck drivin’ us around?”

The longer you stayed in the back with Gaz, trying to mop up the blood pooling on the floor and around him, the more invested he became with you; not just what you were doing to make sure he didn’t die. Naturally, you’d known Kyle well enough to say you were acquaintances but it was never significant enough to say more than a friendly hello and goodbye when you caught each other’s attention. But with each milliliter of blood lost, Kyle Garrick began losing that well-mannered silence he was so often teased about. Enjoying the sight of you that close to you, and mentioning even the smallest little goofy detail he could muster up in half-consciousness.

“Gaz… you need to rest,” You’re hardly able to get the words out with all of the anxiety you have building with each bullet lodging itself in the side of your truck. “Can’t have you leaving us…” He just chuckles with a little wince. Leaning his head back against the back of your driver’s seat with one hand resting over his thigh and the other instinctively resting on the grip of his pistol still tucked against his hip.

“Not leaving if you’re around… s’pecially now that i’ve got your attention..” He gives a shy little smile. “You’re a really pretty for a MRAP driver… well… the only pretty one…” His eyes cut down and away from yours. “But still…”

You’d have been mush with such a cute admission had it not been for the firefight happening just outside your vehicle. And it was the limit of your power to ensure that Gaz was stable until there wasn’t a shot fired and you heard a nearly breathless all-clear from Captain Price outside. When the back doors swung open, the rest of Task Force 141 took in the sight of your blood-soaked gear, red-stained hands, sweat dripping down your neck, and Kyle slumped against you sleeping off the exhaustion with a fairly decent field dressing.

They were impressed.

Enough so that Price ordered Ghost to drive and let you sit in the back next to Gaz who had unconsciously laid up against you like a body pillow of sorts. Your mission had been busted by bad intel and a tip-off. It led to all of you regrouping back at base.

The 141 hauling Kyle off to the infirmary to get legitimate treatment, and you back to the garage where your truck had been shot to hell and back and needed repairs… If you could make them.

It was a good thing you’d been in a MRAP… but even they could only take so much abuse before bulletproof panels started bending and cracking under pressure. On first inspection you’d seen the pinholes of light shining from the garage lights through the walls onto the blood-stained floor in the back. And that was an entirely different struggle you’d been attempting to overcome. Seeing the dark red remanence of Gaz’s injury puddled and dried all over the desert tan painted floor. You’d been so upset by it that you attempted to scrub it off by hand since nothing else had worked. For two days you scrubbed at it… your squad mates passing by to yet again see you down on your hands and knees with a scrub brush, hot water, and bleach. But you’d hardly made a dent in the unmistakable stains by the time that Gaz was given full release from the doctors on staff.

Fuck, the only reason you knew that was because he’d been the one to come and find you still scrubbing at the back of your truck.

The light tap on the open back door halted your frenzied scrubbing. Looking up from the pink-tinged bubbles surrounding your hands, you came to meet Kyle standing there a bit stiffly with a somewhat curious look on his face.

“Sorry about that…” His apology isn’t exactly a joke, but you can tell that a part of it bothers him. “I’m normally not that messy.”

“You hardly have a reason to be sorry.” You feel responsible for reassuring him. Having it in the back of your mind that without saying it, he’d go on believing that you were inconvenienced by the whole ordeal, instead of deeply, and for some reason -very- emotionally protective. “It’s the least I can do to let you bleed in my truck.”

Kyle chuckled, stiffly moving to pull himself up into the vehicle. He sat down even more slowly with his boots facing away from the stain you’d been scrubbing at. “I guess you have had at least a couple fingers shoved inside my thigh… maybe we’re even?”

He earns a laugh from you.

Probably the most genuine one you’ve let out since the day he got injured. Gaz can’t help but be reminded of just how pretty you are in that moment. Kneeling there with a mop bucket and suds of soap surrounding your knees with baby hairs sticking to the sweat on your forehead. He’d not been too under the influence to exaggerate just how pretty he thought you were. And the fact that your job entailed driving on an equal skill level to being part of the presidential motorcade certainly added attraction points.

That little crush he nursed was ignored as much as possible. But remembering small flashes of your worried face looking over him a few days back haunted every waking moment of his day. While a little crush on a pretty girl was one thing, adding fuel to that fire was burning Kyle’s self-control into ashes.

He wanted to think there was some way of… flirting with you, he supposed. Giving a hint that he wasn’t just coming to waste time in the garage with you because of how well you shoved gauze into the hole in his thigh. But he could only think of one decent idea… and damn if he didn’t think it was the most feral thing he’d ever dreamt up. Seeing you just sitting there like that enticed his pain-med-laced thoughts with enough eroticism to even make Soap’s head spin like a fucking top.

“You feeling okay Gaz?” The sound of your voice breaks him from the thoughts.

His nods, one hand sliding over the heavily bandaged spot on his thigh under his pants. “Yeah, just thinking about something…”

Your eyebrows quirk up. “What’s that? Must be important for you to be staring off into nothingness like that.”

“Just how I’m going to pay you back for keeping me alive.” He smiles, lazily drawing his gaze down to look at you. His forearms resting on his thighs gently, looking down at you sitting just out of arm’s reach on the floor. “And I think I know how to do it.”

Kyle’s wide stance and downright confident swagger merely sitting there makes the slight bleach smell in the air pale in comparison to the dizziness his heavy gaze does. From the black boots, to the jeans, hoodie and black baseball cap, he’s nothing short of pure masculine energy. And fuck does he know it. Screaming felt like an appropriate response to his comments, yet the only think that could come out of your mouth was a nervous giggle. Soft and a little hesitant. Flashing your nervous anxiety like a white flag right in Kyle’s face.

“Somethin’ funny?” He smirked a little, adjusting the bill of his cap and tugging it down closer to his eyebrows. You shake your head ‘no’, trying to recover and sober up quickly.

“Oh, no… please, do tell.” He presses smoothly, dark eyes brightening with what you can only compare to champagne and chocolate diamonds glittering in warm, cocktail bar lighting. Enticing… rich… and oh-so-pretty.

“Just, sounded a little suggestive is all.” You smile, saying it with an uncertainty that wavers between it being a joke, and a question as to his seriousness. Trying to keep the ball in his court as not to foul up on whatever kind of situation Kyle came here to trap you in.

If it’s naturally possible, his eyes darken. “What if I was being a lot more suggestive?” His upper body leans a little closer. “What would you think then?” You feel your own stomach twist into tight knots.

“I’d think you’re crazy.”

Gaz laughs. Actually laughs out loud, and grins down at you.

“Crazy, huh?” He reaches a hand out, fingertips touching the underside of your chin and guiding your face up to meet his. His huffs a little chuckle, almost mesmerized by you and the way you think. “Well, I might just be,” He answered quietly.

“But that isn’t going to stop me.” You swallow thickly, feeling his thumb brush over the swell of your bottom lip ever so softly.

“Stop you from doing what exactly?” Gaz chuckles lowly again, giving a moment to look at the blood stain on the floor and the hell of a time you’d been having trying to remove it.

“Showing you the one other time I don’t mind making a mess.”

***

You can’t be sure if it’s just how time suddenly bends around Gaz, or if you just can’t care enough to keep track of it. But you find yourself sitting naked in the drivers seat of your own MRAP, pants hanging from one ankle, shoes lost somewhere in the cab, and your panties shoved into Gaz’s back pocket. Be an hour or five, you’d already lost count of the times Kyle gave you the same praise as he did when you were helping patch him up.

Only this time, he was muffling your screams of pleasure with his hot mouth pressed against yours and fingers so deep inside your cunt that it was almost too easy to make you come for him. Your slick dripped from your clenching pussy into the fabric seat cover, soaking Kyle’s whole hand and your ass.

“That’s it… such a pretty pussy…” His low rumbling praise against your ear feels like electric static running down your spine. “What a lucky man… getting to shove my fingers in it, and see how wet I can make you.”

Lithe digits massage against the squishy front wall of your cunt, while his other hand doubles to put pressure on your stomach while rubbing at your clit with his fingertips all at the same time. You’re helpless to do more than let your head heavily thump against the tinted window behind you and squeeze your eyes shut to keep from utterly losing your mind. Kyle Garrick has turned you into a whimpering, messy, slutty-looking mess. And god is he more than happy to let you know just how good it looks from his angle.

“Fuucckk yesss..” He groans, kneeling closer to your pussy. Resting his cheek against your inner thigh and pressing a sloppy kiss to it when he’s able to draw yet another orgasm from you. Rending your legs truly useless and unable to fend off his attacks in any meaningful way.

It’s exactly where he wants you.

You’re pinned back against your seat with your knees on either side of your head and a dizzy look on your face as Kyle blows a teasing breath against your swollen clit, staring down at you damn near drunk off the sight alone. It makes you yelp, but with all of his methodical preparation, the only thing keeping him from sinking his tongue into your wet hole is wanting to see what other sounds he can drag out of you without touching that sensitive collection of nerve endings. Gaz couldn’t get enough of seeing your legs limp and easily maneuvered out of his way so that nothing more than your submissive little expressions and dripping cunt are on display.

“Told you I don’t like making messes…” His tongue licked lazily at the crease of your thigh, teasing himself with just the slightest tase of your arousal. Edging himself with the full prize of tasting all of his hard work.

“But I want you to look this slutty all the time, pretty girl…” He grinned darkly.

Finally lowering himself to your core, he curls his tongue through your folds with a satisfied groan. Purposefully burying his nose against your clit and sucking at your release until he’s certain he won’t need to eat for the rest of the day. You’re too wrecked to squirm anymore. Merely staring up blankly at the celling as he tongue rolls over your clit and dips down to gather up your slick before it drips down onto the seat again.

“Oh my god…” It’s a miracle you can utter a single word.

Kyle squeezes at the muscle and fat on your thighs in reward for finding your voice, if even for just a moment. That’s good… he thinks, knowing you can take this much pleasure and not give up when he’s still not satiated with the taste of your come sliding down his throat. He’s nearly lost all composure of himself as well; but damn if he didn’t just want to tie your legs to the driver’s seat and steering wheel just so he could lap at your cunt for hours without you interrupting him. Wishful thinking for this only being the first time he’d been able to taste you. But he was certain there wouldn’t be a single day in the future he’d go without at least the slightest tease of your pleasure lingering on his lips.

“One more,” He demands, teasing your hole with his thumb as his tongue traces your inner lips languidly. “Feed me baby…”

There’s not a moment’s hesitation.

You nearly come on command at this point. So overstimulated but desperate for more that when Kyle gently grazes his teeth over your clit, everything unravels in a fuzzy lost of your eyesight and a shock of sensation so strong in your body that Gaz manages to actually make your legs shake one last time. It’s so damn strong tears flood your eyes, and it’s not until you feel him slowly pumping a few of his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt that you realize he’s actually helping you ride it out by stroking at your g-spot tenderly and kissing your inner thigh.

He looks just as lost in the moment as you feel.

His mouth parted and still lapping at your folds like he’s possessed to do nothing else. Your arousal slicking the entire lower half of his face, and his baseball cap turned around backwards with a light grey t-shirt that he’d have to let dry before getting out of your truck due to the cum splatters covering the front. As if that wasn’t enough to turn you on seeing Kyle Garrick on his knees and pussy drunk off you, the large wet spot just to the left of his zipper made your weakened muscles clench around his fingers. Kyle follows your line of sight, chuckling quietly and gently palming at his softening cock through his pants with a small shrug.

“It’s my favorite…” He explains soft but very honestly, eyes flashing back to where he begins slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. Eyeing his own fingers and how your walls accommodate them before sinking his own fingers in his mouth to finish ‘clean up’ on his favorite messy job.

“Now we’re even?” You ask, a little dazed and reaching a hand out to find his for some stability and reassurance. Kyle laughs softly, helping you readjust your legs and lifting you up to sit in his lap to ward off the after-sex chills raising up on your bared skin.

“I suppose so,” His wetted lips press against your temple and linger there reverently for a minute or two.

“Or… we could… keep doing each other favors?” His voice lowers a bit, sounding far too unsure for your liking.

“I don’t want to do favors, Gaz.” You smile.

“I just wanna do you.”

#gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #cod mwii #cod #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #velvetures #velvetures writes #velvetures answers #anon <3

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fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks · 5 months

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This is primarily aimed at Security Breach fans in particular, not FNAF fans as a whole.

You all are so damn toxic sometimes.

Even worse is that people are just being mean to Monty fans right now

"Don’t get all angry because your favorite wasn't in the game," and I don't think they get that he’s the ONLY one not to be in the game.

I hate being a fan of Monty cause we had to deal with the Glamrock Bonnie fans harassing anything to do with Monty on Tiktok or Twitter. "MONTY KILLED BONNIE!"

FOR FUCK SAKES THIS SERIES HAS A LITERAL CHILD SERIAL KILLER WHO ABUSED HIS CHILDREN! WHY IS THE ANIMATRONIC ALLIGATOR WHO MIGHT. LET ME REPEAT THAT. MIGHT HAVE KILLED ANOTHER ANIMATRONIC MET WITH THE SAME ENERGY AS SAYING SOMEONE SIMPS FOR DAHMER?

Not only that, Monty fans have been playing each game hoping Steelwool will treat him better. Expand on his character a bit more. Instead his negative personality traits and "evilness" being played up more and more cause Steelwool and Scott saw some people hate him, and thought it wasn't enough.

In Ruin there's not one moment Cassie shows any concern for him. It's that Monty thing, it hurts to look at. Than they made him just the worst off of the trio, and fucking killed him.

Now even in a game he rightfully should appear in. He's the ONLY one cut.

Monty fans get the short end of the stick.

We are harrassed by fans

Our boy is treated worse and worse each game. Physically, mentally, and even in narrative.

Now, he’s just fucking gone with little fanfare.

Its like why are you obsessed?

Honestly, because Monty speaks to me. This is mostly head canon, but based on how he acts.

I used to have really bad anger issues in elemantary and middle school. Even worse, I had to deal with a mentally abusive teacher telling me I wouldn't amount to anything. I was bullied relentlessly because they knew that when I reacted with my outburst class would be delayed. I even lived in the same neighborhood as them so I couldn't escape. It got so bad I attempted suicide. What saved me was after so long of being harrased, after so long of people only judging me based on what they heard. Never defending me. Someone finaly went to the principal and told them to look at my bullies before I reacted. Suddenly, the bullying stopped. What's sad is, it's not like I didn't try. I went to the principal and guidance counselor every dat. In the end to them I was that punk kid who would snap at any moment. Not a person.

With Monty I see someone who was like me. With anger issues because he hates himself as much as he thinks everyone hates him. I wonder if in universe he's constantly reminded he's not Bonnie. He sees fans clamoring to see Freddy while ignoring him. People always bring up the Missing message and his Arcade game to judge him. Then seemingly forget about the message that states he will skip shows to be over Monty Golf. You know the same shows he apparently killed Bonnie to appear in. What I see is someone who needs to work on his anger issues and get better, but isn't evil. They're dealing with the fact that one day their anger got the better of them, and they did something they couldn't take back. Something that I think many people with mental health problems can relate too.

My anger issues didn't just get me bullied. I was an embarrassment to my parents. I hurt people I loved. I was violent. I didn't hurt anyone, but I threw books and flipped tables. I was in this loop of feeling like everyone hated me because of my anger issues, and that only made things worse and worse. Even now I have a hard time loving myself.

That's why Monty means so much to me. I saw someone who was like me. I saw someone with anger issues but was more than that if people gave them the chance.

All I wanted was to see Monty one last time before he was retired when the new band is announced.

I couldn't even get that.

Before you make fun of me, this is what a comfort character is. I'm sure there are fans who relate to Roxy’s insecurities. Who have an eating disorder and feel for Chica. Who felt lonely and wanted attention like Sun. Who lost a loved one like Freddy.

I just wanted people to understand why this is just more than "my favorite didn't make it" for some people

I really hope Steelwool sees how much people really love Monty and not only put him in HW2 fully. They also treat him better

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ghostofthemost141 · 5 months

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Vanilla

Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader, Third POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 3,142

Themes: Some Angst and Fluff, Some Suggestive Talk so !18+!, brief talks of Domestic Violence from an ex

About: You mourn the absence of your boyfriend while he is on a long mission.

Notes: Preface warning, I am still getting used to writing both British and Scottish into my fics so it ain't gonna be the best lmao but I am trying! Nickname for you here is Bonnie cause why not. Also let me know if you prefer First or Third POV for the fics. Hope you enjoy my first Soap x reader!

The warm vanilla scent engulfed into the living room almost instantly after you lit the candle. It was your favorite scent ever and it reminded you so much of your loved one. When you and Johnny first started going out, Johnny had some kind of strong vanilla scented cologne on. So anytime you smelled vanilla, it instantly made you think of him. You would always light a candle every time you missed Johnny. And while you shedded a few tears mourning his missing absence in y’alls home, the vanilla scent would enter your nostrils and comfort you. You missed him dearly tonight. You last heard from him early this morning. It was nearing five this morning when your phone rang. Luckily you were a light sleeper and instantly woke up to it, rushing to answer it.

“Johnny?” You tiredly spoke into the phone.

“In da flesh. Well almost.” Johnny jokes.

You smiled to yourself, hearing his strong accent on the other side of the phone.

“Sorry it’s early, Bonnie.” Johnny apologized, feeling bad for waking you up.

“Don’t you ever apologize for waking me up, Johnny. You know I will always take the opportunity to talk to ya.” You reassured him, “when are you coming home?”

“‘Opefully soon, my love. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Johnny. Just missin’ ya is all.”

“Oh really?”

You could hear the smirk from his side.

“Why? You don’t miss me?”

“Aye. You ‘ave no idea, Bonnie. Some days are harder than others, if you catch me drift.” Johnny whispered that last part.

You knew exactly what he meant by that.

“Aw you poor thing.” You say with a chuckle and Johnny did the same.

“Oi, you were the one who sent me tha’ pic of ya.”

He got you there. While he was on long missions, you liked to go out, buy a new underwear set, and send him a picture of you in it. In your defense, it was something for Johnny to look forward to when he got home.

“Well did you like it or not?”

“Steamin; Jesus of course I did. You’re so gorgeous Bonnie, but you can’t be teasin’ me like dat.” Johnny told you, making you blush a little.

Even though Johnny and you have been together for a couple of years now, his little charms and flirts still get you red in the face to this day. There was just something about him. It’s how you met.

“I often think about how fate brought us together.”

“Oh yeah? ‘Ow so?” Johnny asked.

As you retold it to Johnny, you couldn’t help but feel grateful with what happened. You were at the bar one night with your ex boyfriend. You didn’t care for going out to bars but you did it for your ex. That night, he was being more of an asshole than usual. Talking you down, ignoring you, flirting with other girls, and just being overall shitty. He left you by yourself to go talk to another girl that across the bar. As soon as he had left, you broke down in tears. You wanted to leave him, but he was a big manipulator and even scared you a little bit. You hung your head low to avoid unwanted attention and to avoid being embarrassed, but of course that ended being the opposite.

“Aye, you okay there, lass?”

A thick Scottish accent spoke to you. This was the first time anyone has ever approached you when your ex would wander off to do whatever with some chick he met. You wiped your tears and turned to where you heard the Scottish accent. Your heart started racing once you made eye contact with his bright blue eyes. They were so bright that they could light up a pitch dark room. The second thing you noticed about him was the mohawk that was on the top of his head. You hadn’t seen one of those haircuts in years.

“I thought they left those in the 80s.” You softly joked, making the Scottish man laugh.

“Oi, don’t dish the ‘hawk till you try it.” The man laughed, running his fingers through it.

You laugh in response, clearly getting the vibe that he is a jokester.

“What’s a pretty lad like youself doing crying at a bar at this hour?” The man asked.

Right away you could tell he was asking out of genuineness and not trying to hit on you, despite having a hard time understanding what he was saying.

“My boyfriend being an asshole.”

“That bloat that walked away to flirt with another woman?”

You nodded, confirming that it was indeed him.

“Bloody wanker he is.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the insult the Scottish man spoke.

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to laugh.” You apologize to the man, hoping he didn’t find any kind of offense.

“Whatever makes you show that pretty smile of yours, lass.”

You could hear Johnny chuckling over the phone at your bad impression of him. Normally he would be mad at anyone that mocked his accent, but he didn’t mind that you did it. The rest of the phone call was just you both messing with each other until Johnny had to go.

“I’ll be home soon, ya?”

“Okay Johnny. I love you.”

“I love you too. My Bonnie.”

You hated hearing that droning beeping noise that came after he hung up. You just wanted him by your side again. You and Johnny have been together for three years now and while you don’t want to rush him, you really, really wanted to tie the knot with him, especially in his line of work. Even though he reassures me that he is fine and while he does sometimes come home with injuries he didn’t leave home with, it just scares you to death that instead of Johnny coming home, it will be his comrade Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, telling you that Johnny was KIA. You know that he does a great job in what he does and he is one of the greatest fighters out there, but you just wanted him. Little did you know that right now in this very moment that Johnny was in fact in town. You just didn’t know it yet.

“Yeah, that one right ‘here.” Johnny spoke to the counter person.

The person behind the counter grabbed the piece Johnny pointed out and made sure it was the right one. Johnny had never bluntly asked you what you liked, just observed you enough to know what you liked and didn’t like. He’d rather do that than ruin the surprise he had waiting for you. He still had a few more stops to make before he could make it home to you.

Back at home, you were doing the dishes when you heard your phone peep. You quickly dried your hands to see what it was. It was a text from Johnny. You opened it up to see it was a landscape photo of the mountains. You figured he took it to show you, for you had a fond love for beautiful landscapes.

“You on a stakeout? Beautiful picture.” You text him back, not expecting a response back.

“Not as beautiful as you, Bonnie. But yes I am. I had to snap that for you real quick.” Johnny quickly texted back, lying through the phone screen.

His plan was going according to plan, he just had to keep up with the lie a little while longer. You smiled at his text, totally believing what he was saying. He was completely blindslinding you, but in a good way. As the potent vanilla scent grew stronger, so did your emotions. You really missed Johnny, more than ever. You know he loves his job, but you secretly wished he didn’t have it. If he didn’t have that military job, y’all would be able to spend all the time in world with each other, do renovations around the place, and even start a family together. You both have talked about children and Johnny is always over the moon when that topic gets brought up. It just would be hard with the job he has right now. Of course, you care about his feelings so you never would say that outloud. It was selfish to think that way. He does lots of good for the world and makes sure you’re safe at home. But some days, you would prefer if the world was burning down in flames but you two be together. Just the two of you against the world.

“I miss you, Johnny. I miss you so much that I could cry. I miss your warmth in our bed and everytime I smell vanilla, it makes me think of you. I just wish you were home right now.”

You knew he wouldn’t be able to respond right away but you just had to get your feelings out there. You could feel the tears start rushing down your face as the message was delivered. You sat your phone down, held yourself and sat on the floor. You’ve never felt this sad in a long, long time. The last time was when your ex boyfriend hit you to the point of falling on the ground. Johnny immediately came to your rescue upon hearing your screams over the phone. Johnny could’ve killed your ex that day, but he didn’t. He only didn’t because he wanted to be with you and he can’t do that if he is in jail, even though ‘the bloody wanker deserves it.’ Meanwhile, while at the florist shop, Johnny saw your text and felt his heart break a little reading it. He understood your pain and how you felt. Little did he know what he had planned for you at this very moment.

“I know, love and I am sorry. But I promise when I come back home, things will be different. I can’t talk right now, but I promise it will be.”

Johnny hit send and placed his phone in his pocket, to quickly hurry home to you. You read the text the second your phone dinged. You wondered what Johnny meant by that. Your head was racing of what he could mean, but none of it made sense. Not wanting to bother him anymore, you just read it and shut your phone off. You did your calming breaths that Johnny would make you do when you were overwhelmed or upset. It works like a charm every single time.

“You’re okay, Bonnie, you’re okay.” You spoke to yourself with the nickname Johnny gifted you.

You might as well change your name legally to Bonnie for he seems to call you that one more than your real name but you didn’t mind it. Not one bit. You decided instead of sitting down and moping around, you would get up and knit and craft some gloves for Johnny to wear. During missions, you have taken up on the art of crafting and then indulged into stuff Johnny could wear that would be appropriate for work, but also have a piece of you and home with him at all times. Last time, you were able to make some socks that had Scotland’s flag colors on it. He loved them so much and he was wearing them when he left home a month ago. You just hoped they brought him some kind comfort like they did to you when he wore them. You got all of your crafts together, got onto the living room couch with some wine, and turned on the tv to you and Johnny’s favorite show: Masterchef. You had no idea the Scottish man had a niche for cooking competitions, let alone cooking in general but he did and he loved cooking with you especially.

“Now why in the fuck would you combine goat cheese with apple pie filling? Sounds disgusting.” Johnny commented at one of the contestants.

You giggled in response, half paying attention to the TV due to you crafting something.

“You should enter in the show if you think you're better than everyone else.” You remarked.

“Bloody hell, no I could never. All them females be flirting with me nonstop. It gets so tirin’ telling people you’re taken ya know?”

You rolled your eyes at Johnny’s comment.

“Just keep boosting your ego, MacTavish.” You retort back in a joking matter.

You were currently rewatching an old season, for you don’t like to watch anything new without Johnny. He always insists that you can, as long as you don’t spoil anything, but watching shows was y’alls thing that y’all can’t do separately. You were measuring out leather that would match Johnny’s hand measurements and cutting them out, putting them to the side. The wine you had on the tableside next to you was a Saint Marc Merlot that Johnny got you when he was last stationed in his home country. It's a delicious wine but you only had it every once in a while since it was a wine you can only buy in Scotland. Johnny has promised you that one day he will take you up to his home country one day. He swears you will love it. And you cannot wait for that day to come. Johnny has never broken a promise to you so you know it will happen soon. The vanilla candle you lit earlier was burning down low so you knew you were going to have to blow it out soon. Don��t want to burn the house down before Johnny gets back. Finding a good stopping point, you sat the leather gloves down to the side and walked up to the candle. You hesitated on blowing it out. You know you have to, but that lingering, lonely feeling came back to mind. The vanilla scent comforts you yet hurts you cause it makes you think of Johnny. You loved him so much that it hurts. But he said things would be different when he came home and you can only hope it’s the thing you’ve been secretly wanting to happen. But again, you never would say that outloud. Feeling content with yourself, you leaned, sucked a deep breath in, and-

*KNOCKKNOCK*

You quickly leaned back and stared at your front door. You weren’t expecting anyone and Johnny certainly didn’t tell you he would be coming home. Unless it’s…

No.

No, don't think that way. Just see who it is right now. For all you know it could be the damn mail delivery driver. You gathered up your emotions and walked to the front door, swinging it open.

“Hello, my love.”

Johnny was standing there at your front door, holding a bouquet of flowers, with a gift bag hanging off of his arm. Your heart started racing and the tears fell down your face. You did not expect the love of your life to be standing there at your doorway. You were totally surprised.

“Johnny, you absolute cunt.” You cursed at him as you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him into a hug and your tears staining his chest.

Johnny laughed at you cursing at him, even though that meant you were just really happy to see him.

“My sweet, sweet Bonnie. You really did miss meh.” Johnny said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Without hesitation, you placed a deep kiss on his lips. Johnny kissed back and even snuck a nibble on your bottom lip.

“You jerk.”

“Aye! You’re the one whose been teasin’ me to hell and back.” Johnny remarked, referring to the picture you sent of yourself to him.

You giggled innocently, just happy he was here in the flesh.

“Come in.” You led Johnny inside and shut the front door behind him.

“What’s all this?” You referenced the stuff he was holding.

“I can’t surprise me lady?”

“Of course you can, you know me.” You say.

Johnny handed you the bouquet of flowers, which was a mix of all of your favorite flowers. You turned around and walked to the kitchen to find a vase to put the flowers in. From the kitchen, the living room was blocked from view but you figured Johnny was just relaxing after coming home from his mission.

“How was your leave?” You ask.

“Aye, could’ve been better but Simon was actually in a decent mood the whole time.” Johnny spoke back to you.

Johnny has told you enough about Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley to know that he prefers working alone and yet he and Johnny work so well together and seem to be getting closer with each mission they have together. While you know Johnny loves you and always loves spending time with you, you are happy to hear that Johnny is starting to get a close guy friend.

“That’s good, that’s good.” You say as you put the flowers into the vase full of water you had.

You then sat the vase of flowers in the kitchen window so it could get some sun, turned around and headed back into the living room to find Johnny down on his knees, holding something in his hand.

“J-Johnny.” You stuttered out, completely shocked by the sight you were seeing unfold in front of you.

“My sweet. You are the most beautiful, most kind, most carin’ lass I have ever been with in my life. I know that I want to spend the rest of me life with you. So now, I gotta ask,” Johnny started as he opened up the little box he had in his hand to reveal a beautiful ring, “will you marry me?”

The pent up tears and emotions finally came out, but for a different reason. Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish was asking you to marry him.

“Oh my god..” You croaked out, barely able to get your ‘Yes’ out.

“Soo, is that a yes?”

“Yes, of course you damn idiot.” You said as you jumped onto him, hugging him tightly.

Johnny fell onto the ground on his back, while keeping hold of the ring, and holding you tightly.

“I love you, Johnny.”

“I love ya too, Bonnie.” Johnny said it back, “there’s another thing too.”

“W-What?” You ask, pulling back.

“We will finally be able to start the life that you want.”

“You..You mean?”

“I am a retired man, love.”

You squealed in excitement as you hugged Johnny tightly once more, happy to hear what he told you. This was truly the start of your new life together.

“I can’t wait to be a MacTavish.”

“And I can’t wait till I make you mine forever.” Johnny said.

“You already do that in bed.” You remark, making Johnny’s face flush red.

“Away ‘n bile your head.” Johnny joked, planting a kiss on your lips.

This was truly the fantasy fairytale love life that people have written about for many many years and it’s all thanks to Johnny MacTavish.

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gemini-sensei · 7 months

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Woke up. Can't sleep. 3am thoughts:

Imagine Hawk is on a date with Reader when she gets a phone call. She excuses herself for a moment but when she comes back she's in complete distress. She starts saying how she needs to go, she's so sorry and the like. He's confused and trying to understand but rather than listen to her rushed and rambling thoughts, he calls talks her through breathing and calming down so she can explain to him what's going on.

"My baby sitter is leaving. She's just leaving and won't stay until I get home. Oh God, my baby is gonna be all alone," she explains, getting tearry eyed.

Hawk is a little taken aback, having no idea Reader is a mother, but as if that's the most pressing matter at hand. He gets his keys out of his pocket and simply says, "Let's go."

He drives her home, right where he picked her up, and it's a miracle that they did to get pulled over with how fast he was driving. When they pull up to her apartment, true to her word, the babysitter's car is gone. Reader rushes inside and to her apartment, and Hawk is right behind her. The door is locked and she struggles with the key for a moment before getting the door open and walking inside.

Her daughter is sitting on the couch watching TV, still in her day clothes and happy as a clam. When she hears the door open, the toddler climbs off of the couch and runs to Reader. "Mama! Mama!"

Reader scoops her up and holds her close, kissing her head again and again. "Hi, baby."

"I missed you, Mama."

"Not as much as I missed you."

Her daughter kisses her cheek, but that's when she notices Hawk and gives him a look. She points at him and his tall hair. "Who dat?"

"That's my friend. His name is Hawk."

She giggles at his name. "Birdy."

"Yeah, like the birdy."

Hawk is so enamored by them together. Reader's daughter is adorable and Reader herself is a natural mother. He can tell how much she cares for her daughter and he's happy to see her safe and sound.

He smiles at them and comes close. "My really good friends call me Eli."

"Ewhy?"

"Yeah, that right!" He puts his hand up for a high five and she slaps it happily, cheering.

After making sure her daughter is absolutely fine, Reader sits down with her on her lap while she relates. Hawk sits with her and they just talk while her daughter watches TV. They talk about her daughter, how old she is, how they've been on their own. Hawk listens to every word intently and let's her get some things off her chest.

"She's everything to me. I don't know what I would do if something ever happened to her," Reader says, kissing her daughter's head as she's enraptured by her favorite show. "I don't know what I was thinking leaving her with a sitter. God, that's what I get for trying to go out."

"Hey, no, don't say that," Hawk tells her. She looks at him, a small pout mixed with confusion resting on her face. "You wanting to go out and have something for yourself isn't wrong. It was wrong that your babysitter left like she did, but that has nothing to do with you and what you want."

"It just... doesn't feel that way," she tries to explain. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm a terrible mother."

"Because society dictates how young mothers are supposed to be? Yeah, I've been pushed around by societal standards before and I'll tell you right now, they're wrong," he tells her, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder. "You're doing great, Reader."

She smiles softly. "Thank you."

Her daughter looks up at her. "Mama... hungry."

"You're hungry?" she asks softly, getting a nod in response. "That mean old babysitter didn't feed you, did she? Well, I'll make you the best dinner ever!"

She gives a shower of kisses and tickles to her daughter, making the toddler squeal with laughter. Then she sets her down on the couch beside her and gives her a funny fancy look. "And what does the young lady want to eat?"

"Nuggies!" her daughter cheers.

"Chicken nuggies it is," Reader says and hops up from the couch. She walks over to her little kitchen, giving Hawk a small apologetic look.

He only returns a smile and an assuring wave of his hand. He sits back while she cooks for her daughter, watching over the little one as she cheers and tries to sing along with her favorite show. She's so cute.

For a moment, he thinks he should go. This isn't his place. But then he thinks about how Reader hasn't asked him to leave yet, and he gets the sense that maybe that isn't what she wants. After all, she had quite the scare when she learned her daughter was going to be home alone at not even two years old. Perhaps she just needs someone to there to support her and if that's what she's looking for tonight, he doesn't mind being that for her.

Hell, he wouldn't mind being that for her and her daughter the rest of their lives.

He hasn't even thought about how they were on a date. How she's obviously looking for someone to spend her free time, no matter how little of it she has, with someone. It's been about her and her daughter for the last hour and as he watches her daughter laugh to herself, he's okay with that.

He gets up to go to the kitchen. "You should, like, sue that babysitter or something."

Reader laughs. "Trust me, if I had the money, I would. But I'm okay with making sure she doesn't get another babysitting job ever again."

"How're you gonna do that?"

"I have one colorful review for her brewing up here," she says, pointing to her head with a little grin. It's a grin he's seen before - a mother's happy to settle the score grin. His own mom wore it a lot when he was a kid.

He smirks. "That's good. Don't be afraid to get her back."

"Oh, trust me, if I'd come back here and she was hurt in any kind of way, I would have hunt the bitch down myself," Reader told him, keeping her voice low. She peeks through the window that looks in on the living room, where her daughter sits happily. Then she turns to Hawk. "Thank you."

He shakes his head. "Oh no, you don't have to thank me."

"No, I do," she tells him earnestly. She's soft again with big, pretty eyes. "I don't know how many guys would have raced me home tonight quite like you did. So thank you."

"Well, uh, that was nothing really. I mean, I'd only hope someone would do the same for me if I was in your position," he said, cheeks turning a little red. He hadn't planned on being a hero tonight after all.

She walks up to him and plants a kiss on his cheek as another thank you. His hand naturally gravitates to her waist and he looks down at her, meeting her eye and offering a small smile. He asks her a silent question and she grins with a little nod, leaning into him for a proper kiss. He gives it to her, just as he's been wanting to all night.

Ever since he picked her up earlier in the night, he's wanted to feel her soft, plump lips against his. The kiss is even better than he could have imagined, soft and gentle and sweet.

He keeps it PG, hands on her waist, but he can only imagine what her curves feels like. Holding her like this is good enough for now, though, because in the grand scheme of things, he didn't want to rush her. This is magic already.

Something beeps and Reader pulls away smiling. She doesn't say anything as she turns to get her daughter's food out and plates it up. She lets it cool before serving her daughter chicken nuggets with ketchup and some cut up banana, her favorite.

The whole time, Hawk is smiling. It's a beautiful night.

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sunnydayjackass · 2 years

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gives you dat side eye got any kink hcs?

Oh I absolutely do, and I'm down to get into all of that more in time but for now, since this wasn't super specific, so consider this like a basic sampling. Have one for everyone- Joseph included. Just because.

Jack

Size kink. Jack absolutely adores if you're smaller than him. From the way his hands so easily engulf yours to how large they look tracing over your body or stretching you out around his digits, the way your body clings to him and can be so easily caged under him or pinned? It reminds him that he can protect you, that you're so delicate, that he can lift you and position you with such ease... in the bedroom, against the wall, hoist you up onto the counter tops or any elevated surface and you've still got to look up at him. Those big starry eyes of yours peeking out under those lashes just drive him absolutely wild. Ever the patient and gentle giant, Jack loves sinking his cock into you so slowly, watching you take each bit of him within your depths- how your stretch to accommodate him, how you clench and spasm around his cock so needily, you're so eager to be filled as your gummy walls try to flutter and entice him in faster to brush against those bundles of nerves to see stars. But Jack knows you need to accommodate to his size, he'd loathe to hurt you and he'd be remiss if he ever missed out on such a lascivious view.

Joseph

Dirty Talk. Now I know much isn't known about Joseph (at least by me so if anyone has any tidbits of info feel free to share lol) but the man can talk absolutely fucking filthy. He's a wordsmith- those lips and silver tongue work wonders on the regular; at work, in the bedroom, between your legs. He'll murmur them into your ear at the most inopportune times to rile you up, blushing all the way to the tips of your ears. And he'll do so doubly during foreplay and sex. "Look at you drooling around my cock with that pretty mouth...gonna fuck that little throat of yours...you look so good all cockdrunk like this." Joseph's purrs are sultry, there's sometimes a teasing lilt to the alluring low timbre of his voice that has you weak in the knees. And he's a man of his word- Joseph makes good on every sinful promise he growls or pants into your ear, what kind of lover would he be if he left you hanging like that after all? The dirty talk naturally can range to whatever's more your forte; praise, teasing, degradation or a mix of all three. Joseph is attentive to any detail that arouses you.

Ian

Somnophilia. To say that Ian had been shy and embarrassed to admit that he liked the idea of you fooling around with him or him fooling around with you while you were asleep was an understatement. But you’d soothed him through it- he liked what he liked, was looking to you for consent, joking with him it’s the most loving morning alarm to have. Part of it is the excitement; of having to be quiet and so careful with your body so he doesn’t rouse you too early but it also gives him ample time to appreciate your body, the soft hue of your nipples, the dips and curves of your body, how he delicately strokes your sex and seeing your sweet sleepy responses. Soft whimpers, your body responding so eagerly to his gentle hands and mouth- it’s really a thrilling experience because he’s usually shy to initiate. But if you’re the one acting on it- you’re just as gentle if not slower with your feather light touchings. You push a little and pull away, to keep him at bay, edging him and coaxing him along until he’s hard- heavy and flush in your palm or mouth that he groggily rouses from he thought to be a fantasy dream only to see you already at work. He keens hoarsely, catching his lower lip between his teeth as he takes in the sight of you between his legs, blankets bunched about. “...please...please don’t be a dream.”

Shaun

Roleplay/cosplay. The trend of Ghostface selfie thirst traps? Shaun may not have invented the trend but he perfected it. There’s a whole album of them in your phone that he’s sent you, some of you together playing his poor little victim sometimes making ahegao faces in the photos while he fake holds up your head by your hair. There’s just something hot about fucking in a costume. It can be as simple as you coming to the bedroom as a sexy version of one of the iconic final girls or Shaun dressed as a prolific horror slasher (if you have a mask kink- he’s the man for you). But he’s not opposed to the classics either- if you wore cat ears and a cute little tail plug, Shaun would be over the moon and get you a very special collar. He loves when the pair of you throw around little nicknames and pet names in these romps. For you things like “kitten” or “good girl” he keeps it relatively simple- and you best believe this man is defo a top and a (soft) dom as well but he’s happy to change it up to whatever you want and gets you off good. If you’re into it, getting into character, the sex likely skews a little rougher if you’re comfortable with it, a large hand at your throat, fisted in your hair, slaps to your ass until a visible imprint lingers on your skin of Shaun’s hand. Though of course after, he’s an absolute king of aftercare. Cleaning you gently, whispering praise into your ear, cuddling you up nice and snug.

#there's something wrong with sunny day jack #theres something wrong with sunny time jack #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack x reader #sdj x reader #swwsdj #tswwsdj #sdj shaun #sdj shaun x reader #sdj ian #sdj ian x reader #sdj joseph #sdj joseph x reader #sdj

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cariantha · 11 months

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Daddy Distress

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: None Category: Fluff Word count: 1.3K Prompt: Based on this ask from @socalwriterbee. What would Ethan's reaction be to his son calling him by his name, instead of Daddy? Also for @choicesjunechallenge, I used the prompt: Father’s Day

Ethan could hear their happy voices as he entered the penthouse. Dropping his laptop bag on the floor, he called out to his family.

“Hey guys, I’m home!”

"Hi babe!"

It was a familiar greeting, one he heard almost every day, but not one he expected from his three year old son.

Sawyer broke out into uncontrollable laughter, tears rolling down her cheeks. Ethan couldn’t help cracking a smile too.

“What?!” Bending down he swooped his son into his arms and asked, “Babe? Why are you calling me babe?”

"Dat your name."

"Noooo, my name is Ethan."

"E-tan?"

"Yes."

A couple hours later it was time to put their toddler to bed.

"Time for bed, sweetie. Go get your cuddles from Daddy and say night-night. I'll go get your sippy cup."

Returning to the living room, Sawyer’s heart melted at the sight before her. Lying peacefully on her husband’s chest, their son nuzzled his chestnut waves into the crook of his father’s neck. Ethan’s large hand gently scratched the little one’s back while a much smaller hand absent-mindedly rubbed the grown man’s stubbled cheek.

As Sawyer came near, Ethan stood to pass him into his mother’s arms.

"Goodnight, buddy. I love you."

"Night, E-tan."

Sawyer giggled and Ethan rolled his eyes.

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It was funny at first, how his mini-me addressed him by his first name. But after a couple days it was no longer amusing. Sawyer sensed the frustration when Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose as they exited their son’s room.

"What's the matter?"

"I just miss being called ‘Dad.' He's growing up so fast, but he's still my baby boy, Sawyer. And…and it just reminds me of my situation growing up. I started referring to Louise by her first name when I decided she was no longer worthy of the title ‘Mother.’ I… I don’t want that to ever be the case with my child.”

Sawyer wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. "It won’t be, because you are an amazing dad. And I'm sorry, babe. I thought it was kind of cute and figured it was just a phase. I didn't realize it was bothering you this much, but I get it.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm home with him tomorrow. I'll try to talk to him and help him understand," she offered.

Peering through the open door, Ethan nodded, his bear cub already fast asleep.

Sliding a hand under his t-shirt and up his chest, "Come on, Daddy. Time for you to take your other baby to bed," Sawyer winked.

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“Are you ready to make a present for Daddy's special day tomorrow?” Sawyer asked, spreading out the craft supplies.

"I want to draw picture."

"He'll love that," she said, passing the paper and crayons. "Hey, I have a question. Do you know why I call you 'sweetie' sometimes?"

He shook his head.

"It's because I think you are soooo cute and I love you soooo much," she leaned over and squished a big kiss to his baby soft cheek.

"I lub you, Mama."

"Aw, thank you,” she held her hand to her heart. “Do you know why I call Daddy 'babe' sometimes? It's because I think he's cute too and I love him a lot. Like this much..." she spread her arms open wide.

"I lub him too! Dis big," he mimicked his mom with outstretched arms.

"Did you know that when you call him ‘Daddy’ he feels all that love?"

"Uh huh. Mama? When E-tan come home and play with me?"

Sawyer chuckled in defeat. She tried and will have to try again later.

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Shortly before bedtime Sawyer received a text from Ethan. A pileup on the freeway meant all hands on deck in the E.R. and that Daddy would be tied up at work for several more hours. The chaos in the E.R. a walk in the park compared to the bedlam Sawyer was about to experience putting her daddy’s boy to bed.

"Cuddle with Daddy!" he cried. "No! I want Daddy!"

"I know, sweetie. Daddy got stuck at work helping people with boo-boos.” Finally caving, “Do you want to come sleep with me until Daddy gets home?"

He nodded his head affirmatively, instantly calming down.

As Sawyer tucked him into the middle of the king size bed, she kissed each cheek. "I promise when you wake up in the morning, you can cuddle with Daddy. It's his special day, remember?” With a conspiring tone, Sawyer shared the plan for the next day. “We'll sneak attack Daddy with kisses and then you can surprise him with your picture, okay?"

It was after midnight when Ethan finally arrived home. He peeked into his son's room, which was empty, so he continued on to the master bedroom where he found a picture worthy scene. Sawyer was asleep on her back. A small human clung to her tightly, as if its life depended on it, with one arm around her neck and a leg draped across her stomach.

After a quick shower, Ethan changed into his pajamas. He gently extricated his son out of bed and into his arms, trying not to wake him or his mother.

"Hi," Sawyer spoke softly, stirred awake from the movement. "I was going to put him back in his own bed once he fell asleep, but I must have dozed off.”

"It’s okay. I'll take him," Ethan held the slumbering babe against his shoulder, "I need my cuddles."

“He was really missing you tonight."

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The next morning Sawyer woke early to make coffee and get breakfast started. Hearing the wrestling of sheets through the baby monitor, she went to coordinate with her co-conspirator.

"Gooood morrrrrning," Sawyer sang quietly as she knelt at the side of the Goldilocks-sized bed. As she tamed his bedhead, "What do you think? Is it time to attack the Tickle Monster?"

"Yes!"

Sawyer led them down the hall. Holding a finger to her lips, she playfully reminded him to be quiet as they tiptoed into the large bedroom. After a helpful boost onto her side of the bed, they crawled like cats to Ethan's side, ready to pounce.

"Get ready," she whispered.

Rolling Ethan onto his back, Sawyer straddled his waist and then held his hands at his sides.

"Huh," he responded groggily.

"Okay, now. It’s a slobber attack!" she declared.

The excited tot leaned over and placed wet smooches all over his dad’s face.

"Who dares to wake the Tickle Monster," a deep hoarse voice bellowed out. Breaking free from Sawyer's hold, Ethan sat up and locked the intruder in an embrace. "Looks like I have a prisoner," he said, tickling his son's ribs until high-pitched laughter filled the room.

As Ethan paused to let the captive catch his breath, Sawyer took advantage and leaned forward. Landing a quick but tender kiss to his lips, "Morning, babe. Happy Father's Day."

Climbing off the bed, Sawyer grabbed the artwork that had been drawn the day before.

"Sweetie, do you want to give the Tickle Monster his present?"

Taking the piece of paper from his mom, the youngster handed it to Ethan and settled into his lap.

"Oh wow. What do we have here?"

A little finger pointed to each scribbled blob as an enthusiastic voice explained, "Dis is me. And dat Mama. And dis is you!"

"I love it. Thank you.” Ethan kissed the top of his head. “I love you, buddy.”

"I lub you, Daddy. Dis big," he stretched his arms out.

Ethan cradled his son into a hug and looked up at Sawyer. She was smiling ear to ear as she mouthed, "Daddy." Ethan responded with a smile of his own.

"All right boys, I'm going to finish making Daddy's special pancake breakfast" she turned to leave.

"Rookie?" Ethan called, causing her to look over her shoulder, "Thank you."

“Pancakes?” Wiggling free from his dad’s hold, their pride and joy slid down the side of the bed. "Wait for me, Ookie! I help."

Facepalming, Sawyer shook her head with a smile then looked back at her laughing husband. “Babe, I think we officially have a Threenager.”

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hwaitham · 8 months

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hi hi! ship your moots with characters they normally don't ship themselves with?

okaiii ! :3 i luv all mi muts but i only shipped those who interacted wif dis post , where i asked whoever wntd a ship to like ﾉ comment on it . . 'm srrie if u missed it , but i am sure dere will be so many moar opportunities for cocopup to play matchmaker in d future so pls look forward to it 🐾 ! !

@richdesire ❤︎ okkotsu yuta ⌒ yuta deserves da sweetest , most friendly n' excitable little puppy of a girlfriend n' dat comes in da form of jay ‎٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و he gets all blushie whenever you do something cute dat you don't realize [ which is a lot of d time heh ] n' just really likes having you close by his side ! keeps his arm draped over your shoulder or occasionally gives you head pats since he loves having his hands on u ! !

@pastelle-rabbit ❤︎ kirishima ikuya ⌒ dis is da cutest cat boyfie x puppy girlfie combo ever ! ! i think ikuya would love you so , so very much amira . . gets teary-eyed thinking about how lucky he is to have someone so generous n' kind n' positive , someone who will stay by his side no matter what ! he hugs you so close at night n' always like having your hand in his , n' maybe he's just da slightest bit possessive over you . . ;3

@thevebleneffect ❤︎ cyno ⌒ bugsy n' cyno make such a fun couple ! ! he always makes you laugh , whether it be through his silly puns or just with his demeanour . all the other matra notice him smiling more often n' generally being less intimidating n' scary to approach , n' it is all thanks to you ! ! he massages oil into your hair just as you massage oil into his , take showers together n' wash it all off C:

@h4wkz ❤︎ kaedehara kazuha ⌒ jennie , we haven't been mutuals for very long , but you are nothing short of sweet n' supportive , and you deserve a man who can match dat ! ! kazuha will take such amazing care of you ; take you on sunset meadow walks n' writes so many haikus about you , kisses you like it's da first time every time !

@getoluver ❤︎ suehiro tecchou ⌒ dis is d ' fabulously dressed ' girlfie x ' always taking pictures of her ' boyfie couple to mi . tecchou is so loyal n' will always be at your side , angie ! ! really soft n' caring towards you , although when he tries to cook for you you may need to be in da kitchen with him . . ‎(╥﹏╥) but he always tries his best n' nothing makes him smile wider than whenever he gets to make you smile !

@kentoangel ❤︎ kita shinsuke ⌒ roma , you deserves a love so tender , pure , sweet . . an eternal honeymoon love ! one dat i think kita can give you so earnestly , spilling his heart into your palms :3 it is an added bonus dat he is such a family man ; oooo could you imagine how cute you would be with their children ? 'm thinking two twin daughters n' a baby boy , on a house atop a hill overlooking da sea . . . a married life so quaint and beautiful ! !

@soumies ❤︎ oikawa tooru ⌒ eeee such a playful n' adorable couple ! tooru will always keep you entertained , n' knows just how to take you mind off da bad things whenever you're having a bad day . there's nothing some smores made over da stovetop + taking a shower together + cuddles n' kisses can't cure ‎◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

@nagumoan ❤︎ dan heng ⌒ such a calm n' chill couple , everyone loves you two together (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) ! dan heng loves to stroke your hair while you lay your head in his lap n' da two of you are reading , loves when you play with his hair while he listens to your new music . overall it's just such a sweet n' healthy relationship !

@mydiluc ❤︎ ryuguuji ken ⌒ da perfect daddy for graybun :3 ! ! he'll take da best care of you — protect you n' love you like it's da last thing he'll do . definitely likes to have you sit on his lap whenever it's possible n' rest his chin on your shoulder , lean into your neck n' leave little kisses there to make you giggle ! waaah he's just da bestest for gray !

@lunargrapejuice ❤︎ kamisato ayato ⌒ oooo luna n' ayato would make such an elegant couple ! he spoils you with so many gifts — da finest silks n' most extravagant of sweet treats , n' eeeee ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა loves putting your jewelry on for you n' also taking it off for you . . wink wonk . . . ehe he just adores to treat you like da precious little princess of his dat you are !

@ushiwhacka ❤︎ sawamura daichi ⌒ rika please i think daichi is so pawfect for u :3 ! ! he's so caring n' protective n' spoils you with how much he does for you [ like cutting onions for ur dinner hehe ! ] i think he has a bit of a penchant to baby you , but you love it when he does , so it is a win for da both of you ! !

@tetzoro ❤︎ gojo satoru ⌒ da prettiest girl needs da prettiest boy on her arm of course ! ! but in all seriousness , dis is d it couple . da supa sweet girlfie and her boyfie who she softens around his edges . . . i think satoru would absolutely melt at how kind n' welcoming you are with everyone , n' definitely calls you an angel because of it (∩´͈ ᵕ `͈∩ ྀི)

@saintshiba ❤︎ ushijima wakatoshi ⌒ i think dis sweet n' stoic hunk of a man would be absolutely smitten with you vlynnie . is always talking about you to his team , is always thinking about you whenever he's walking past da market n' spots your fave food , or some trinkets he thinks you'd like :3 he may not be all dat chatty , but he's always looking out for u , n' loves you sooooo much ! !

@suashii ❤︎ mitsuya takashi ⌒ suasua , just thinking about you n' tsuya together makes me all giddy ! ! da two of you are such a chill couple , da couple dat everyone adores ! i cn so see library study dates , you reviewing material for your midterms n' fashion student tsuya making sketches for his designs :3 you're his biggest muse n' he always makes u try on his clothes ! ! !

@maggiosluvr ❤︎ zhongli ⌒ seokie n' zhongli . . beautiful , beautiful couple ໒꒰ྀི ᵒ̴̶̷ ᵕ ก̀ ꒱ྀི১ like two glaze lillies swaying side by side together in da wind , two trees whose branches reach out n' brush over da others . . . a love so deeply rooted into da earth n' transcends lifetimes . a love full of romantic prose on pages dat you share with each other , brewing tea n' watching missus moon from da window as you curl up into his arms n' drift off . . .

@bunicate ❤︎ thoma ⌒ da sweetest bunnie deserves da bestest owner :3 thoma can never say no to you , you are his biggest vice ! ! always indulges your cute little pleas n' spoils you silly . is babying you n' cooing at you as soon as you get all teary eyed , da last thing he want to do to you is make you upset :C ! ! you've got him wrapped around your finger babie !

#( ˶˘ ³˘(｡˃ ᵕ ˂｡ ྀི)#i luv my mutsies so vry much . . 'nd i rllie hope dis made u smile ૮₍っ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ₎ა even if only a litl bit ! !

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jselorekeeper · 3 months

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Time Stamps Part One

Welcome to the Jacksepticeye ego time stamps! Where I have went through every video and media post to share with you all! There may be some I missed but I have majority of the appearances, including ones that may not be canon anymore!

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

July 9th, 2016: Time to record some videos

JACKIEBOY MAN RETURNS | Welcome To The Game #2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Here come dat Jackieboi! Welcome BACK To The Game”

0:22-14:42 (Extended appearance; he is playing the game)

The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Marvin’s Magic

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Today we answer the biggest question about Magic: “Is it Real??” All on the Jacksepticeye Power Hour!”

0:00-10:23 (Extended appearance; he is in the whole video)

September 14th, 2016: Dr. Septiceye will see you now!

The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Dr. Schneeplestein

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Step into my E.R. to be operated on by the No.1 doctor in the world!��

0:00-8:38 (Extended appearance; he is in the whole video)

THE START OF THE NIGHTMARE | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #1

Old Title: Something doesn’t feel right | Five Nights At Freddy’s Sister Location #1

Page Source: “Snooping”

Description: “You’ve waited a long time, now I wake”

4:28-4:29 (Momentary Glitch)

8:20-8:22 (Momentary Glitch)

15:29-15:30 (Momentary Glitch)

20:18-20:20 (Momentary Glitch)

26:25-26:26 (Momentary Glitch)

31:27-31:33 (Extended Glitch)

33:24-33:30 (Extended Glitch)

34:10-34:12 (Momentary Glitch)

35:29-35:31 (Momentary Glitch)

36:51-36:54 (Momentary Glitch)

39:26-39:30 (Momentary Glitch)

October 10th, 2016: “Anti is coming for you”

October 10th, 2016: “Of course, I noticed him ;)”

THEY HAVE AWOKEN... | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #2

Page Source: “Curious I see”

Description: “Follow the signs, release me”

0:00-0:02 (Momentary Glitch)

4:00-4:01 (Momentary Glitch)

6:20-6:21 (Momentary Glitch, extremely hard to see)

9:09-9:15 (Extended Glitch, motions of the body glitching out)

9:20-9:22 (Momentary Glitch, following the context of Sean saying “I’m so close”)

12:56-13:04 (Extended Glitch)

16:28-16:30 (Momentary Glitch)

17:09-17:15 (Extended Glitch)

18:08-18:11 (Momentary Glitch)

19:00-19:02 (Momentary Glitch)

October 13th, 2016: Ỉ̌͌ͬ̚͟ ̘ͣ̂̃ͥ͌̿ͬs̸̹̗̖͇̣̞e̥̻͓̭͕͛̾̚ê̼͖̹̌̌ͥ̕ ̗͙̹̦ͬ̔́y̝͕͗̏̒ͮ͢ͅo̖̤͉̼̘͖͎ǘ͓̭͔̀.̪̐ͦ̊

October 15th, 2016: I̷ am̛ n͢ȩar..̧.͡

October 17th, 2016: H̵al҉l̵o͟wee͘ǹ's ́g͞ơnna͜ b̛e f͡un ̀th̕i̷s͜ ̕y҉e͢a͡r!̛

SOMETHING INSIDE | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #3

Page Source: “Stronger” (“Let me out”, “Pay Attention”)

Description: “I see you understand now, keep watching”, link to the short video “Soon”

0:02-0:03 (Momentary Glitch)

1:13-1:15 (Momentary Glitch)

2:35-2:41 (Extended Glitch)

5:26-5:32 (Extended Glitch)

10:43-10:47 (Momentary Glitch)

14:30-14:35 (Extended Glitch)

14:41-14:44 (Momentary Glitch)

17:28-17:30 (Momentary Glitch)

Sǫo̴n͠: (The video has been hidden)

Page Source: Unknown

Description: “Very good, you may be worthy”

Temple Of No

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “No! Just no! Don’t Go There! Don’t go to that temple! I’m warning you!!”

11:10-11:14 (Momentary Glitch)

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME | Hello Neighbor #2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Hello Neighbor!!....AHHHH Stop Throwing Bear Traps at me!”

9:45-9:47 (Momentary Glitch)

October 21st, 2016: n̯̻̦ͮ̄͋ǒ̯̯̱͗̚ ͙̳̰ͦͦ̒ṃ̟̘ͯ̉͛ọ͕̣̐ͪͤŕ̘͓̈̑ͅê͇̘̙ͬ̌ ̙͍̬͌̅ͤg̜͉̤͌ͪ̓a̜͕̹̐͋ͨm̲͈̯̉ͦ̚e̤̝̤̒̂̈́s̪͚͈̄ͦ̎

MERGED TOGETHER | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #4

Page Source: “The doctor, can’t save” (“Very Clever”, “I grow stronger”)

Description: “It’s almost time, I grow stronger”

0:00-0:02 (Momentary Glitch)

1:18-1:21 (Momentary Glitch)

2:40-2:43 (Momentary Glitch)

3:15-3:16 (Momentary Glitch)

5:13-5:14 (Momentary Glitch)

7:29-7:36 (Extended Glitch)

9:59-10:19 (Extended Glitch)

10:23-10:26 (Momentary Glitch)

20:10-20:13 (Momentary Glitch)

22:00-22:02 (Momentary Glitch)

27:18-27:20 (Momentary Glitch)

27:35-27:36 (Momentary Glitch)

CHOOSE YOUR OWN GOAL | ClusterTruck #16

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Let’s try some more Custom Levels in ClusterTruck!!”

12:41-12:42 (Momentary Glitch)

GRANNY DAB | Stuntfest #1

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Granny got some moves in Stuntfest! Watch her dab!”

8:33-8:36 (Momentary Glitch)

SWIMMING IN POOP | Pipejob (HTC Vive Virtual Reality)

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta clean up the Virtual Reality poop in Pipejob!”

12:13-12:17 (Extended Glitch)

ROBOT WARS | Manual Samuel #3

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “The orphans!!! What have I done!? Things are looking grim in Manual Samuel!”

21:33-21:36 (Momentary Glitch)

MEET THE YANGS | Guts And Glory #5

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Meet the Yang Family in Guts and Glory! They ride and die together like any good family should!”

6:56-6:58 (Momentary Glitch)

ALONE AND AFRAID | Layers Of Fear - Part 1

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “It’s time to say goodbye”

Comment: “I don’t need my own!”

20:28-20:43 (Extended Glitch)

22:07-22:11 (Momentary Glitch)

SORE FROM LAUGHING | Stuntfest #2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “The physics in Stuntfest are so ridiculous, I can’t stop laughing at them!”

2:18-2:22 (Momentary Glitch)

5:00-5:06 (Extended Glitch)

BULLETPROOF CHEST | Mr. President #3

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Who needs a bulletproof vest when you have a bulletproof chest!!!”

Page and Description has nothing

1:07-1:10 (Momentary Glitch)

11:13-11:18 (Extended Glitch)

15:48-15:52 (Extended Glitch)

October 29th, 2016: M̦̠͇ͦ͊̚ọ̞̼̅̃ͬr͚̗͚͆ͫ͐n͚͔̣ͫ̊̒i̝͈̲̐ͣͩn̬̳̳̑͂ͣg̻͓̦͒̓ͨ

THE SIGNS ARE THERE | Layers Of Fear - Part 2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “It’s Almost Time”

4:39-4:42 (Momentary Glitch)

7:50-7:56 (Extended Glitch)

10:20-10:25 (Extended Glitch)

13:00-13:04 (Momentary Glitch)

20:10-20:13 (Momentary Glitch)

26:01-26:05 (Momentary Glitch)

SCARIER THAN IT LOOKS | The Cubicle (HTC Vive Virtual Reality)

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Tomorrow ends him”

Whiteboard: “Don’t Watch”

1:39-1:42 (Momentary Glitch)

3:48-3:53 (Extended Glitch)

7:20-7:32 (Extended Glitch)

9:16-9:21 (Momentary Glitch)

October 30th, 2016: I̢t is̛ d͜on҉e̵

October 31st, 2016: ar͝e you ̧re͠ady̡?̵

October 31st, 2016: t͡od̨ay's͝ t́he ҉d͜ąy

October 31st, 2016: Cu͡t͏e

October 31st, 2016: He̡ll̷o̕..͝.͜

October 31st, 2016: A͜w p̡oor͟ ̀yo͏u͏

October 31st, 2016: y̸ou̴r m̢i̴sery͠ ̛m͘a͡k̨es̷ ̵m̨e͠ ̵happy!̸

S͢ḀY ͏GǪÒ͜D̸B͞Y̧E

Page Source: “Say Goodbye, I’m back, good puppet”

Description: “You wanted me...well here I am”

Whiteboard: “Happy Halloween”

2:17-2:35 (Extended Glitch)

3:18-3:20 (Momentary Glitch)

3:40-3:42 (Momentary Glitch)

4:20-4:35 (Extended Glitch)

5:33-5:37 (Momentary Glitch)

6:35-6:38 (Momentary Glitch)

8:05-8:09 (Momentary Glitch)

8:25-8:45 (Extended Glitch)

9:08-9:10 (Momentary Glitch)

9:48-9:51 (Momentary Glitch)

10:32-12:00 (Extended Glitch)

October 31st, 2016: D̷id y͞ou en͞j̡o͘y̢ thè s̶h͝o̢w̸?

November 1st, 2016: Sw҉ee̢t́ Dréa̡ḿs̡

MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR | Party Hard #1

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “All I wanted was some peace and quiet…now EVERYBODY dies in Party Hard”

Comments: The only appearance is Anti being in the thumbnail

CHRISTMAS DOCTOR | Amateur Surgeon Christmas Edition

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “There is no break for a world class surgeon! Not even on Christmas!”

5:00-12:15 (Extended appearance; he played most of the game before disappearing)

I'M SO SORRY | Detention 返校 - Part 2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Forgotten or Just too Afraid to Remember?”

0:24-0:28 (Momentary Glitch)

3:43-3:54 (Extended Glitch)

BROKEN INSIDE | Detention 返校 - Part 3

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Broken Spirit...let me out”

8:52-9:09 (Extended Glitch)

22:13-22:17 (Momentary Glitch)

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS | Detention 返校 - Part 4 (END)

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Betrayal, Neglect, Mistake”

1:12-1:14 (Momentary Glitch)

2:02-2:08 (Extended Glitch)

5:27-5:32 (Momentary Glitch)

5:49-5:52 (Momentary Glitch)

27:45-27:53 (Extended Glitch)

28:00-28:06 (Extended Glitch)

28:21-28:37 (Extended Glitch)

February 16th, 2017: I miss the piercings

March 7th, 2017: Trying to grow the beard out!

AL̛WA̢Y҉S̀ ̨W͠A͞T̡CH҉ING̶

Page Source: “Never Forget”

Description: “You Thought I Was Gone, Tried To Replace Me, I’m Always Here”

1:14-2:25 (Extended Glitch; Anti’s Speech)

Chase Brody - The Jacksepticeye Power Hour

Old Title: Bro Average

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Welcome to Bro Average! Home to the sickest trick shots and extreme sports with Chase Brody. This one's called the teabag”

0:00-4:27 (Extended appearance; the whole video is about him)

May 12th, 2017: Some men just want to watch the world burn

SPREADING THE SICKNESS | Epidemic

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “The sickness and death spreads but I swear I had nothing to do with it..... it's an EPIDEMIC”

8:04-8:45 (Extended Glitch)

TRUST ME, I’M A DOCTOR | Bio Inc. Redemption #4

Page Source: “Cracks”

Description:“There's only one true doctor of death, the fantastic (terrible) Dr. Schneeplestein”

0:00-12:09 (Extended appearance; he is playing the game)

July 26th, 2017: REBORN

July 28th, 2017: Are You Ready?

July 28th, 2017: I’m Not Done Yet

July 31st, 2017: Don’t Believe His Lies (SOS in morse code in tags)

July 31st, 2017: Ze good doct͏͠à̷h

TOUGHER THAN EXPECTED | The Escapists 2 #2

Page Source: “Need a Doctor?”

Description: “Getting out of jail in The Escapists 2 might be a little harder than expected”

Comment: The Thumbnail has a date in it

August 1st, 2017: A̧̡͜nd Ǹ̡ow T̸̀̀͏empting Í͟nside

August 1st, 2017: Sti̸͝t҉ç̶͘h̨ed Toge̷͞t́͜her (Use to be Bad Blood)

Endless Cycle | Suicide Guy

Page Source:“Anti, looking in the right places”

Description: “Kill yourself over and over again to wake up from a horrible dream in Suicide Guy...what a weird sentence”

Comment: Overall the video has nothing, just page source

August 2nd, 2017: t͚̱̜̣̹̖͞ͅo̵̱̩̯̬̹ͅo̢͏͈̳̞̲l͚̭͉͓͈͕͡á̜̩̱͘͞t͏̧̝̱͈̝͓̟e̢̨̹͔̬

August 2nd, 2017: Sp̨r̡e͝a͟di̛ng

August 2nd, 2017: T̀im͠e̷i̴sbro͝ken

August 2nd, 2017: S̢͔͖͎͈̘̰͎ͅa̻̣͚͠͠v҉͈̭͖̙͉̰̩͈ͅe̦͚̞͞ him

KILL JA̶CKSEPTICEYE | Bio IN̵̛c Redemp T̨I̶̢on

Page Source: “no, save him, kill Jacksepticeye, virus, puppets, no more strings on me”

Description: “So concerned for your little boy, pay attention next time...who’s next?”

2:21-2:23 (Momentary Glitch)

3:04-3:05 (Momentary Glitch)

3:39-3:45 (Extended Glitch)

4:12-4:16 (Momentary Glitch)

4:46-4:49 (Momentary Glitch)

5:07-5:12 (Extended Glitch)

5:14-5:27 (Extended Glitch)

6:00-6:05 (Extended Glitch)

6:28-6:35 (Extended Glitch)

6:36-6:49 (Extended Glitch)

6:53-7:01 (Extended Glitch)

7:11-7:17 (Extended Glitch)

7:20-7:23 (Momentary Glitch)

7:30-8:02 (Extended Glitch)

8:05-8:15 (Extended Glitch)

8:16-8:46 (Extended Glitch) 8:46-10:36 (Extended Glitch)

August 3rd, 2017: H̶ell͞o̡

October 9th, 2017: 1 year

October 29th, 2017: I’ve got my eye on you!

October 29th, 2017: Feelin Dapper!

October 30th, 2017: Out Of Time

October 30th, 2017: Oui Oui!

The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Jameson Jackson

Old Title: The Silent Movie

Page Source: “Boo”

Description: “It's time for a good ole fashioned pumpkin carve! Happy Halloween!”

5:23-5:39 (Extended Glitch)

#jacksepticeye #JSE Time Stamps #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #iris #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #altrverse

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