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skz-streamer · 9 months

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Cheeks

Pairing: Jisung (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: just brain rot fluff :)

Notes: Okayyyy so this wasnt exsactly an ask directed to mee but I was scrolling on my lovely moots page @seo--changbin and saw this post so ovi i had to write something 🙄🤭

Summary: Dinner with Han and the boys is always memorable, I mean who can forget Han's cute cheeks?!?

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Word count ~1.3k ;)

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The restaurant buzzed with laughter and chatter as you and the boys gathered around a cozy corner table. Tonight, you were dining at your favorite spot, and the atmosphere was filled with warmth and friendship. You found yourself seated next to Jisung, and your heart fluttered with affection as you exchanged a subtle smile.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. The boys talked about everything from their recent performances to funny memories from earlier the week. Amidst the banter, you noticed Jisung occasionally getting caught up in the excitement of shared stories.

Without even thinking, you reached for a spoonful of his favorite dish and gently offered it to him. Jisung blinked in surprise but accepted with a smile, his cheeks puffing up adorably like a chipmunk. It was an unconscious gesture, an act of affection that came naturally to you whenever you saw him engrossed in something.

The other members around the table couldn't help but notice the sweet exchange and their eyes sparkled with amusement. Changbin, ever the playful one, chuckled and teased, "Hey, y/nah, are you his chef now?"

You blushed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and endearment. "Oh, I-I didn't even realize I was doing it," you stammered, trying to hide your shy smile.

"It's cute," Felix chimed in, giving you both a thumbs-up. "You two are like a cute couple!"

Seungmin and Hyunjin joined in the teasing, calling you "the feeding fairy" and "Jisung's favorite cook," which only made Jisung's cheeks turn even rosier. But amidst the playful banter, you could see the warmth in their eyes, appreciating the genuine connection between you and Jisung.

Jisung, however, seemed to revel in the attention, shooting you a grateful look. "Well, I'm lucky to have someone who cares about me," he said, a touch of affection in his voice.

Throughout the dinner, the playful teasing continued, but it only made you and Jisung feel closer. Every time you noticed him getting caught up in the conversation, your hand would unconsciously reach out to feed him, and he would eat the food you offered with a smile.

The dinner progressed with moments of joy and camaraderie. The boys shared stories, laughed together, and bonded over the simple pleasure of being in each other's company. All the while, you continued to absentmindedly feed Jisung, a gesture that felt as natural as breathing.

As the night wore on, the table was filled with laughter, and you found yourself lost in the comfort of their company. Time seemed to slip away, and soon, the evening was drawing to a close.

Jisung nudged you playfully, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Hey, y/n, did you save me any of that delicious dish?"

You grinned, realizing that you had been so engrossed in the conversation that you forgot to eat yourself. "Oops, sorry, Jisungie," you said, picking up your spoon and scooping a fresh serving of the dish for him. "Here you go."

He chuckled, taking the offered spoonful and eating it with a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, you're the best," he said, giving you a wink.

The warmth in his eyes made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but blush. Feeding Jisung had become such a natural and affectionate act, one that spoke volumes about the bond you two shared.

As the night progressed, you found yourself lost in the enchanting atmosphere of the dinner. The restaurant's soft lighting, the laughter of your friends, and the gentle touches exchanged between you and Jisung created an ambiance that felt like a dream.

With every tender gesture, you felt the affection between you two growing stronger. Jisung's eyes would meet yours in an unspoken language of love, and a small smile would form on his lips every time you fed him.

It wasn't just about the food; it was about the connection—the intimacy of sharing a moment that only you two understood amidst the laughter and chatter of the group.

The other members also noticed the affectionate exchanges between you and Jisung, and they couldn't help but find it heartwarming. Felix leaned over and whispered, "You two are adorable. It's like you have your little world there."

You chuckled softly, glancing at Jisung, who was engaged in a conversation with Changbin. "It feels natural, you know? Feeding him is like an instinct," you replied.

Seungmin nodded, teasing a little. "You both are like a cute old couple."

As the night drew to a close, you felt a sense of contentment settle over you. The dinner had been filled with laughter, affection, and heartfelt connections. You were grateful for the love and brotherhood that the boys shared, and above all, you were grateful for the love you and Jisung had discovered in the simplest of gestures.

As you all bid farewell and left the restaurant, the cool night air greeted you, and you walked hand in hand with Jisung, savoring the moment. The stars twinkled above, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world to have such a wonderful group of friends and to have found someone like Jisung who brought so much joy into your life.

"You know," Jisung said, breaking the silence, "tonight was special."

You looked at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "It was, wasn't it? I had the best time."

He chuckled, his eyes shining with affection. "Me too. And thanks for taking care of me during dinner. It means a lot to me."

"It's my pleasure," you replied, squeezing his hand gently. "I love taking care of you."

His cheeks turned pink, and he glanced away bashfully. "Well, I love it too," he admitted, his voice a little shy.

The night breeze caressed your cheeks, and you felt a surge of happiness that you couldn't contain. Jisung, sensing your excitement, pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. His touch sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you snuggled into his embrace, feeling a sense of warmth and security enveloping you.

"Let's do this again sometime," Jisung said, his voice soft and tender.

"I'd love that," you replied, your heart swelling with joy. "Every moment with you is special."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I feel the same way."

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As the night continued, you and Jisung strolled hand in hand, enjoying the tranquil beauty of the city lights. The energy and excitement from dinner lingered, and you both felt an unspoken desire to extend the night.

"I don't want this evening to end just yet," Jisung whispered, pulling you closer.

You smiled, loving the idea of more time together. "Me neither. What do you have in mind?"

He grinned mischievously. "How about we go for round two? Let's grab a drink at that cozy cafe we love."

The suggestion brought a playful glint to your eyes. "Sure, but only if you promise not to get too hyper."

"I promise," Jisung replied with a chuckle. "One drink and I'll behave."

You walked hand in hand to the nearby cafe, finding solace in the comforting warmth and dim lighting. The ambiance was perfect for a quiet conversation, and you settled into a corner booth.

As you sipped on your drinks, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing—sharing dreams, recounting funny moments, and basking in each other's company. Time seemed to slow down, allowing you both to enjoy every moment.

As the night deepened, a sense of peace settled over you both. You rested your head on Jisung's shoulder, feeling the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. In the soft glow of the cafe, his eyes locked with yours, and you felt a rush of affection wash over you.

"I'm glad we had this second round," Jisung murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Me too," you replied, your heart swelling with love. "I could spend forever with you like this."

His eyes softened, and he leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss on your lips. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you at that moment.

As you pulled back, a sweet smile graced his lips. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart brimming with happiness.

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ilovechuuy4 · 2 months

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ᰔ୨୧ Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile ୨୧ᰔ

Characters; Chuuya, Fyodor, Dazai, Atsushi

BSD Men and what they would do for Valentines~

A/N: OH MY GOD I'M GONNA SOB THIS WAS SO EVERYLY RUSHED.. I HOPE THIS ISN'T BAD RAHHH I LOVE Y'ALL THO ALSO I GAVE EACH ON OF THEM A SINGLE HC BC YEA!! ALSO THANK YOG @luvfy0dor FOR IDEAS ILY note. When it gets to chuuya's I am NO CHEF SO DON'T EXPECT MUCH...

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Atsushi 🐯

→ Atsushi will go out of his way to get you multiple things, chocolate, flowers, stuffed bears/tigers etc. He'd spend million of dollars on you if he had it

It was around Atsushi come back from the ADA workplace as you sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend, Atsushi, to arrive back. You wanted to do something cute for the 14th of February which is well, Valentine's Day. You sat directly to the left side of the couch, watching a movie until he arrives.

Meanwhile, Atsushi wasn't making his way home but to the energy markets and stores with a thought in mind. He was ready to make your day even better than before. He searches around the markets grabbing a lot of different things. He was going to spend money, money on you he didn't care how much every thing he got was.

As an hour goes by, Atsushi finally ended up at the cash register. His hands full of all types of goodies. A stuffed white tiger that was as large as his forearm, light red and pink roses and another flower variants, and different sweets and chocolates some in those heart boxes, some name branded. With a bright smile and about 100 dollars spend, he walks home seemed pretty proud of himself.

He didn't think of asking you to be his Valentines because well, your his S/O so why did it matter if he asked? He hums softly as he makes it to the apartment, fumbling with the keys of the front door before unlocking it, walking in and shutting the door with his foot. "Mhm, my precious baby? I'm home." He hums softly putting every thing on the counter.

You perk up and bit, standing up from the couch and skittering over to him. "Mmh, hi my love." You murmurs out hugging Atsushi. "Hey, will you uh- be my valentine?" Atsushi says with a soft smile. You smile back, kissing his cheek softly. "Of course, why wouldn't I not?" You say with a cheeky grin taking the stuffed tiger out the bag.

"Hey this looks like you, silly." You said with a chuckle. Atsushis arms wrapped around you, his face slightly buried in the crook of your neck. "Yes because I want you to think of me every time you see it, happy Valentine's baby.." He says with a laugh.

Chuuya 🍷

→ Chuuya, like Atsushi, goes all out but with the amount of money he has he definitely goes above and beyond, flower petals, candle lit house, fancy gourmet dinner cooked by yours truly and you can't forget the wine that will be neatly set on the table.

It was the time just half passed 6pm and you were on your way back to the home your boyfriend owned. The sun was already slowly setting the hues of the color filled sky shining I to the small puddles on the ground. The weather wasn't the best today but it was all fine if you get to spend the say with your boyfriend.

You take out your keys from your bag, carefully unlocking the door to the large apartment or well penthouse. Once you walk in you see your boyfriend, Chuuya, in some pants and apron, no shirt and lied was he attractive. "Oh, hey doll your back? How was work, hmm?" The ginger said with a smirk, his pearly whites showing off.

"Oh it was same old same old, what are you cooking?" You hum, letting down your H/C hair from the short/long ponytail you had to have up for work. "It's just something simple, steak with peppercorn sauce, that sound good darlin'?" He hummed out, the food looked delicious this wasnt just "something simple" you knew chuuya loves to go all out when it's days like this.

"Yea, something simple?" You said with a mock smile as you watched him cut up the freshly cooked steak that was medium rare(or well done) and then placed them on the plate along with Cajun potatoes and spicy slaw the steak topped with the peppercorn sauce. "I hope you're hungry because I made this special just for you." He said, cringing a bit at his own words as he slips it onto the dinning table.

You make your way to the dinning table and sit down, you watched as Chuuya poured y'all both a glass of wine. "Go ahead, dig in doll I'm not judgin'." The orange haired male said with a shit eating yet cheeky grin as he started to eat his own food. You had to admit, the presentation was amazing as you picked your fork up and began eat, Lord was it amazing it tasted as if you were at a 5 star restaurant reservation.

Y'all soon had finished eating, Chuuya stands and gently slips the glasses and plates along with the utensils into the sink before coming back to the table. "C'mere I wanna love up on you." He said gently patting his thigh, what was he some weirdo trying to get a cat to come? Either way it worked. You stood up and reluctantly slipped onto his lap. He left out a soft groan as he feels your entire body sink onto him, he loved it, he basically worships your body.

"Yea, this is nice." He mutters his arms around your waist and his face buried in total he crook of your neck, placing soft messy kisses on the nape of your neck. "Mmh? Yea a bet it is." You tease, running your nails through his messy orange hair massaging his scalp. "Yea, it really is. I love you doll, Happy Valentine's Day." He murmurs gently biting down on your neck.

Fyodor🔪

→ Fyodor innitonally thought valentines day was just a cringe and corny day but now that he has you he spoils you the best he can~

You and Fyodor have been dating for almost a year and a half and for that year y'all haven't really celebrated Valentine's Day not because y'all hate it just because you both don't know what to do for one another. But obviously today was different for Fyodor he wanted to make this a good Valentine's Day for the both of you.

He saw one of those videos of someone making paper roses out of book paves and took it upon himself to make at least a bouquet of these paper flowers. He started it when he was free from work and you were off with friends. He was on the very last flower, his slender fingers trembling softly as he taped and glued each one together.

Once finally finished he put them in a paper wrapping some were painted a soft purple and others were just the paper color. He only has a few different chocolates, he wasnt 100% sure what to get you since this was his first time buying Valentine's things for a S/O. He had also worked on a hand written note that was a bit cringy but his heart was put into everything and that's what mattered.

You shortly arrive home as he finished up, he stood up quickly grabbing the things and walked to greet you. "My myshka your home? How was your day out?" His thick Russian voice seeped into your ears making you smile as you took off your coat and shoes 'nd putting them in their desired places before going over to hug your boyfriend.

"It was alright they all had their boyfriends/girlfriends around so they left pretty early." You said with a slight smile. "Oh I'm sorry I wasn't their, maybe I should just come next time?" He said with a slightly closed mouth smile. "No it's alright Fedya don't worry about it too much."

"No I will come next time it's just I was busy making this stuff for you." He said taking the paper roses, the note and a few box's of chocolates off the kitchen counter. "It's not too much but it's the best thing I could have thought of, I hope you like it my love." He said kissing your hair.

You smile softly as you read the note, you could tell he put a lot of time in this entire thing, the paper roses, the note and just going out to get the chocolates. "Awe, thank you Fedya..i really appreciate it." You said as the slight smile faded into a bigger one.

"You're very much welcome, you're my everything and I wanted to try this Valentine's Day thing out with you at least once. Happy Valentine's Day my myshka." He hums before putting a slow, tender kiss onto your lips.

Dazai🤕🐌

→ Dazai is NOT like the others in this one bro his broke ass can't afford any of that he's bringing you to the goddamn cheesecake Factory ୨୧

When Dazai arrived home he said he wanted to bring you somewheres as he seemed to be in a rush, he told you to get ready nothing to fancy though. So that's exactly what you did you dressed in something slightly casual not too causal though and then helped Dazai fix up his bandages before y'all headed out.

It was about a 30 minute walk from yalls apartment to the place and ones you saw what it was you smile softly, the cheesecake factory. You love the effort he's put into all of Valentine's Day for the both of y'all. "The cheesecake Factory? Mmh thank you 'Samu." You said with a smile.

"Of course babe~ Let's go let's go inside now sweet cheeks." He said with a smile, he was definitely feeling all giddy as he gently tapped your ss to get you to go inside. Once inside the waiter greeted y'all, you assumed Dazai made the reservation prior or when you didn't know because how else would y'all get in so easily? Once sat in the back of the restaurant y'all ordered the drinks the two of you preferred.

Dazai hums softly his hand gently rubbing your thigh as y'all looked through the menu, Dazai ended up getting the warm crab dip as an appetizer for the both of you. "Dazai, my love, when did you make the reservation? I didn't see you make it any this week?" You said, cocking an eyebrow. "I did it some time, that's for me to know not you babe.~" He said with a cheeky grin as the appetizer came out.

The lighting of the place was warm and calming as you 'nd Dazai spoke about what food y'all should order, he told you to get what you wanted and he wouldn't hold you back which was pretty weird but oh well? Soon the waiter came back to take your orders. You ended up just ordering the filet Mignon with the green beans and mashed potatoes. While Dazai got the Cajun jambalaya pasta.

Y'all didn't wait too too long until the food arrived and y'all started to eat. The food was good it wasn't five star but it was a good 4.5. Y'all finished eating about 20 minutes later and y'all were completely full but Dazai had one last thing. The waiter came back once more and placed down a cheesecake that was to go.

You looked at it, reading the strawberry glaze that was made into words "Happy Valentine's Babe" is what is read, you smile softly as you feel Dazai's hand still rubbing your thigh. "Alright let's go home?" He asked with a cheeky grin as he stood up, leaving the right amount of cash on the table for a tip.

Once y'all leave, the cheesecake in a bag y'all walk down the sidewalk back to the apartment. You unlock the door and walk inside, the brunette placing the cheesecake on the dinning room table. "That was a nice date, my love." You say with a closed mouth smile.

"Mmh? Was it sweet cheeks? Well I'm glad you liked it." He said, he was so cocky but you still loved him. His slender arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in. "But I bet their cheesecake isn't as sweet as you~" He said as he quickly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slipping passed your lips. "Mmh, happy Valentine's Day Babe~" He muttered against your lips.

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upsidedownmvnson · 1 year

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one day eddie munson just realizes you’ve been taking care of him for months.

like, he knew you were taking care of him, he’s not silly, but like… he noticed you don’t go to the library on thursdays anymore, because now thats when you and eddie wash his hair and change his bandages. or when robin and steve are going for a late night ice cream run, you turn them down - because wayne isnt always home and youd hate for eddie to wake up alone when you know he’s been having nightmares.

youd just been making a lot of sacrifices for him, and while he thinks hes been pretty gracious about it - he’s always said thank you, and even though he’s been low energy, he doesnt think he’s been mean. maybe occasionally grumpy but he was on a lot of medications and he wasnt quite himself. and you knew that, if you were totally honest; you never even thought about, you never took any of it personally. your boyfriend went thru literal hell, you could cut him a little slack

and ever since he realized, hes suddenly hyperaware of everything happening around him. clean laundry always filled the drawers. the house was clean, and the pantry was full. all the bills were paid without any of eddies dealing money… but he noticed his lunchbox moved a few weeks ago, he was too out of it to bring it up but he would have to soon… and three meals a day were delivered with a smile and a kiss, you never complained when he woke up from a nightmare.

and he know he owes you something spectacular. he doesnt know what or when. but he’ll plan some grand gesture to show you that he sees and appreciates everything you’ve done for him in sickness. first he just has to get back in health.

eddie starts brainstorming ideas as soon as he comes to this realization. he knows steve, robin and nancy, and the whole party really, would jump at the chance to help. you were their friend too and you really had taken the role of caretaker for their dear metalhead <3

you bring in his dinner again today, the same genuine, beautiful smile he loves so much and two simple dinners of chicken and rice on plates.

he shimmies up without your help and you smile, saying, “i think tomorrow we’ll start having dinner at the table.” you join him for one last dinner in bed, kissing him on the cheek before eating. “i think its time to get you out of bed.”

he looks at you with love in his eyes. his centre of gravity makes a permanent shift and suddenly its you, the string that ties him to reality, keeping him calm & grounded. gravity be damned, he had something stronger to ground him.

“i couldnt agree more,” eddie says, smiling at you. it was nice to see him start to get his smile back after the … thing. “thank you for dinner again, my love. ill be your personal chef as soon as i’m on my feet.”

you laugh, “maybe after i teach you how to cook.”

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hyperactively-me · 7 months

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hi!!

i love your work with king ghost and i was wondering if you could potentially write a future wedding scene for the two, as i know that the main character wasnt happy with how it went and now that they’re all lovey dovey maybe they could recreate the wedding but ensure that they are both happy with how it goes?

xoxo

i was honestly super self indulgent in this. i’m not ashamed. also i'm pretty proud of this. peace and love!

You sit across from Simon at the dinner table, the soft glow of candles casting shadows on the walls. The clink of silverware against porcelain creates an ambience, but there’s something weighing heavy on your mind.

Reminiscing on the past few months of your relationship with Simon was like a shot of espresso to your system. After falling irrevocably in love with each other, there was a slight gnawing sensation at your heart. You were brought back to your wedding day. God, you despised that day. Thinking about it now made your heart ache. You take a breath, the idea stirring in your mind like an impending rainstorm.

Finally, you break the silence. “Simon,” you start tentatively, “can we talk about something?”

He looks up from his plate, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of curiosity and concern. “Hm?”

“Let’s redo our wedding.”

He stops eating for a moment, fork hovering in the air.

“What?”

“Let’s redo our wedding,” you restate. “I mean, we both despised it, right?”

He sets his fork down.

“It was too big, too forced,” you say carefully, studying his face for any reactions.

Simon’s expression shifts from confusion to understanding, and then to a contemplative gaze. He absorbs your words, the weight of shared dissatisfaction settling between you like a fragile pact.

“You really think we should?” he asks, a flicker of hope in his eyes.

Nodding, you continue, “I want something that feels like us, not some show for people we barely know. I don’t want it to be a performance for others, like how it was originally.” You take a breath. “And, then, we weren’t in love,” you nearly whisper.

Simon’s heart clenches in his chest.

He reaches across the table, his hand finding yours. “You’re right,” he admits. “What do you have in mind?”

A smile tugs at your lips as ideas race through your mind.

. . .

As you both delve into planning, the anticipation of a redo makes your heart sing. You had dedicated most of your free time to coming up with plans, a guest list, a location, a cake, and of course, a dress. The prospect of another wedding becomes more than just a contract agreement; it’s a renewal of your love for each other.

The biggest topic weighing on your mind, though, was writing your vows. You wanted something simple, yet meaningful, pulling elements of your relationship with Simon that resonates with your relationship.

The days leading up to the wedding redo were a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. Together, you and Simon poured over every detail, making sure that this time, it truly reflected a union of love. The guest list was trimmed down to include only those who held a special place in your hearts. Your siblings had been invited, prime guests. You had also invited your tutors, a few guards and maids you had become friendly with, some fellow noble people you had grown up with who you had shared fond memories with. Simon had also invited friends, namely Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy. The location was in the palace gardens, surrounded by your favorite flowers and billowy trees, a stark contrast to the grand chapel of your first wedding.

You had asked your eldest sibling to walk you down the aisle. You thought back to how you walked down the aisle alone in the chapel all those months ago. You shudder, but proud that you were still able to overcome it in the moment, no matter how scared you were at the time.

Simon had, unbeknownst to you, fashioned you both new wedding rings. Kastron was widely known for its richly abundant silver mines, so much so that the economy would not function properly if something were to happen to the silver. He had fashioned himself a thick, simple silver band, and you a silver band with a fat diamond encrusted on it. Only the best, most beautiful ring for his beautiful wife.

. . .

As the date approached, you found yourself standing in front of a mirror, admiring the elegant dress you had chosen. It wasn’t something you were forced to wear, just a gown that made you feel like yourself. It was tailored perfectly to your body, accentuating your frame in the most flattering manner. Your hair and makeup was what you wanted, not like some done-up cakey…thing, you were before. Your veil was long but not obnoxious, pearls strewn about the thin fabric, sewn to perfection.

You looked perfect. The maids fluttering about you had cooed at you, complimenting how beautiful and perfect you look. You thank them warmly, your vision of your outfit becoming a reality thanks to them.

Emerging from your room, you find your sibling waiting patiently in the hallway. As you step out, they rise to their feet, a smile blossoming on their face at the sight of you.

“You look amazing!” they exclaim, giving you a tight hug.

“Thank you,” you say warmly, fluffing out your dress.

“Oh, by the way, here's your bouquet,” they offer the bouquet in their hands to you, and you accept it delicately from their grasp. It was crafted by one of your younger siblings, adding another personal touch to the wedding.

“Are you ready?” your sibling asks, bumping their shoulder against yours.

“I’ve never been more ready in my life,” you smile, taking a deep breath.

With the bouquet in hand, you make your way to the garden, the soft rustle of the veil and the delicate fragrance of the flowers creating a cocoon of joy around you. You peer out a window next to the doors to the garden. You see all of your loved ones outside, sitting in the rows of chairs set outside. Flowers adorned practically every square foot of the garden, ribbons fluttered gently in the wind, and streamers hung from the trees, creating a dreamy, white wedding.

Your sibling holds their arm out for you, and you take it, squeezing them close against you. Arm in arm with your sibling, you take a moment to soak in the anticipation. The air is filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement, and the vibrant energy of the garden beckons you forward.

As you step through the doors, the soft melodies of a small orchestra fills the air. The garden is a vision of ethereal beauty. The sun casts a warm glow over the scene, and a hush falls over the small crowd. The guests turn to look, their expressions shifting from idle chatter to a quiet awe.

You catch Simon's eyes, and a warmth passes between you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the significance of this moment. Simon, adorned in his silver Kastron armor and numerous military awards, looked at you with a warmth in his eyes that spoke volumes. Tears immediately prick the corners of your eyes the moment you make eye contact with Simon. You take another deep breath, willing your emotions to stay at bay until the right moment. He’s standing under an arch of flowers where your vows will be exchanged. His face lights up with a mixture of relief and admiration as he sees you. The love in his eyes reassures you that this moment is everything you both hoped for.

Walking down the aisle, you feel every step, every beat of your heart echoing in the air. The fragrance of flowers envelops you, and the sounds of nature seem to harmonize with the melodies playing softly in the background.

Reaching the top, you share a tender moment with Simon as he extends his hand to you, guiding you to stand in front of him, and your sibling takes their place among the other attendees. The officiant begins the ceremony, weaving words that echo the journey of love. Simon doesn’t take his eyes off you once, studying every inch of your face. Now, to exchange the vows. The part you were most excited for. You clear your throat.

“Simon, from this day forward, I promise to laugh with you in joy, comfort you in sorrow, and cherish our moments together. I vow to be your partner in all things, stand by your side with love and unwavering support. With you, I've found my home, my heart, and my forever. Today, I choose you, and every day after, I will choose us.” You flash a teary smile, grasping onto Simon’s hands. He’s just staring at you, completely and utterly infatuated with you. He’s so in love.

“And, for the groom,” the officiant says, nudging Simon out of his trance. Simon stands up straighter and clears his throat.

"My dove, today and always, I promise to stand by you. I promise to support your dreams, celebrate your triumphs, and navigate life's challenges together.” He pauses suddenly, swallowing thickly. You squeeze his hands tighter, smiling at him encouragingly. He takes a breath and resumes, “I choose you as my partner, my confidant, and my queen. With you, every day is an adventure, and I eagerly look forward to a lifetime of love and happiness."

You can’t stop the stray tear that falls down your cheek. Simon swipes the pad of his finger over your cheek, smiling softly at you.

The officiant smiles warmly before continuing. “Now, as a symbol of your commitment to each other, you will exchange rings.”

Simon takes a step back, retrieving a small box from the officiant. Opening it, he reveals two gleaming silver rings nestled inside. You marvel at the simplicity and elegance of the bands, symbols of a promise that transcends words.

“Made ‘em myself,” he whispers to you, watching you marvel at the diamond on your ring.

“They’re absolutely stunning, Si,” you whisper back, tracing your finger over the diamond.

Simon gently takes your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As he slides the ring onto your finger, he meets your gaze with an intensity that speaks volumes. The cool silver warms against your skin, a tangible reminder of this sacred moment.

You reach for the box now, fingers trembling with emotion. With a heartfelt smile, you look into Simon's eyes as you slip the ring onto his finger. The circle completes, a symbol of unending love and commitment.

The officiant continues, “By the power vested in me and the love that you've declared today, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Simon's eyes light up, and he cups your face gently, brushing your hair out of your face before drawing you into a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around your torso, leaning you back into a dip as he kisses you, pulling a small giggle from you as he dips you. Your arms reach around Simon’s neck, pulling him into you with a smile.

The cheers and applause from your loved ones surround you, but in this moment, it feels like time has paused, and it's just the two of you, lost in your love.

As you break the kiss, you find that your cheeks ache from smiling. Simon brushes away the tear that lingers on your cheek, and you share a tender gaze that says more than words ever could.

“I love you,” you whisper in his ear, pressing onto your tiptoes. Simon pulls you closer to him,

his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace. “I love you, too,” he whispers back, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

The ceremony concludes with cheers and applause, and you and Simon walk hand in hand, now officially united. The garden, adorned with love and laughter, fills you with nothing but pure bliss.

The reception is a whirlwind of joy and celebration, filled with toasts, dancing, and the laughter of family and friends. In the midst of it all, you steal moments with Simon, your happiness never once diminishing for the rest of the day.

As the night arrives and the stars emerge in the sky, you find yourselves alone for a moment. The garden had now been decorated with lanterns and candles, filling the night sky with a gentle orange glow. Simon pulls you into an embrace, and under the moonlight, you both marvel at the beauty of the day.

“This day was nothing but perfect, dove,” Simon drawls, rubbing his hand up and down your back soothingly.

“I know,” you sigh contentedly. “I’m so happy, Si. I can’t even begin to explain how happy I am.”

Simon pulls you against him tighter, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield.

“I'm happy too, darling,” Simon murmurs, his voice a melodic reassurance.

As you both sway gently under the lantern-lit sky, the world outside your embrace seems to fade away. The lanterns overhead cast a dreamy glow, and the night seems to hold its breath, savoring your love.

“I love you, Simon,” you whisper, your words a promise that lingers in the air.

“I love you, too,” he replies, his voice a gentle echo.

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(masterlist)

#sickeningly sweet #i threw up from how sweet this is #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme

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maelovescashew · 9 months

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When we meet- ✿Ellie Williams

PAIRING — neighbor!ellie x reader

SUMMARY — you and your family just moved in to this nice house. little did you know it would come with a hot neighbor.

CW — smut, mdni!! risky sex, almost getting caught, cum eating, oral, fingering, hickeys r!receiving, acting normal after. sub!reader dom!ellie

A/N — this is my second piece but this time i actually planned so its not js made up as i go😭

part two

you were so excited to be moving into your new house. your old neighborhood was unsafe, and there were many problems that came with living there. it was hot outside, so you were wearing shorts and a tanktop.

as you were getting one of the last boxes from the moving truck, you saw your (assumed) new neighbor staring at you. she had green eyes, auburn, short hair, and a pretty tattoo. you flashed a smile and waved at her before picking up the box and bringing it inside.

you were already thinking about your new neighbor when you haven’t even said ‘hi’ to her. fucking disgusting. you weren’t the only one in the wrong here, though. ellie couldn’t get you out of her mind either.

you had overheard your parents talking outside, and you were going over to the neighbors house that night for dinner. you were nervous as fuck. you haven’t even met the neighbors and you already had a crush on their daughter. this was going to be a long night.

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there was 30 minutes until you had to be at your neighbors house. apparently they were the millers, all besides ellie. you learned this by stalking overhearing your parents conversation. you were nervous and you couldn’t find anything to wear.

you had finally decided on something to wear. it was a short, flowery dress. you figured it would be your best option since it seemed nice and they were welcoming you into their home.

you made your way downstairs as your family rushed you to get your shoes on. you slipped your shoes on and made your way out of the door, following behind your family.

as you made your way to the front door of your neighbors house, your mom knocked on the door. your new neighbors opened the door with welcoming smiles on their faces.

“hello! welcome in! im joel, this is tommy, maria, and ellie.” the older man says as he welcomes you and your family into the home. your gaze immediately sets on ellie before you take your shoes off and have a seat at the table.

“so, what made you guys want to move here?” tommy says as he grabs the salad and passes it around.

“we were in an unsafe environment and we wanted something new and safe for our kids.” your mom says as she takes the salad and places some on her plate

tommy nods as he grabs the other food and sets it down on the table. the food starts getting passed around the table and you begin to put some on your plate as everyone starts to make conversation.

you cant help but stare at ellie the whole time, trying to focus on dinner. she was seated right next to you so it was even harder to focus and excuse your staring.

“staring is rude, pretty girl” ellie whispered in your ear. she was staring too, but she wasnt gonna admit that, not yet at least. as she spoke your cheeks flushed and you mumbled out a few ‘sorry’s before continuing to eat your dinner.

you continued to make conversation with everyone, mostly interested in what ellie was saying as she snuck quick glances at you.

you thought what you were wearing that night was simple. but to ellie, you were stunning. your hair done so neatly, and your short dress that hugged your body just right. she thought you were a fucking tease.

everyone eventually finishes up dinner, and they all make way to sit on the couch for a movie night joel and tommy had planned. maria didn’t agree and insisted that they were being too pushy since everyone had barely met.

you sat on the couch and surprisingly enough, ellie sat herself next to you. you thought she was just gonna watch the movie with everyone else but you seemed to be wrong after what she said next.

“what do you say we go upstairs to my room and ditch this movie? i promise i’ll make you feel so good, baby.” ellie whispered into your ear, voice lustful and raspy. you had no words especially because she had such a hold on you so you just nodded your head in agreement.

“me and y/n are gonna go upstairs to watch something else. we don’t want to be talking the whole time and disturb anyone else.” ellie yelled out to everyone as she led you upstairs. they furrowed their eyebrows out of confusion, but they all let it go and nodded their heads.

ellie led you up to her room and shut the door behind you. your cheeks flushed as you came to the realization that you two were alone. in. her. room. you were nervous, but you definitely did not expect what she did next.

ellie pushed you up against her door and smashed her lips against yours. you gasped softly and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. this continued on for a few minutes before you both pulled away for air.

“fuck, babe. i didn’t know i was gonna have such a beautiful neighbor. you’ve been teasing me all night.” ellie whispers into your ear before dragging you over to her bed.

ellie slides her hands under your dress, admiring the soft skin underneath. “can i take this off?” ellie asks sweetly. you love the way shes looking at you and you’re about to nod when you realize you have barely said anything to her all night.

“please” you ask, lust overcoming your body as you feel an ache in your core. she then slides the dress down your body, lust glistening over her eyes as she does so.

she then kisses and sucks on your neck, leaving marks as she does so. she starts to kiss down your breasts and down to your panties, mumbling sweet praises as she goes.

ellie asks for permission to take your panties off and you respond with a ‘yes please, ellie’ so she does just that.

she takes a look at your glistening cunt before teasing you and kissing up your thighs. “mmh you’re so wet for me. i didnt know talking about space and dinosaurs would turn you on so much” ellie teases, bringing up what she was saying during dinner.

she runs a finger up your wet slit and you whimper, begging for the ache between your legs to be relieved. she then brought her finger up to her mouth and licked it.

“mmh, taste so fuckin’ good, babe. can i taste you more?” ellie asked with a low, raspy voice. you nodded your head desperately and murmured a couple ‘please ellie’s before she got down on her knees and pulled you to the edge of the bed. she immediately latched her mouth to your clit and started sucking on the bud.

you moaned out loudly before ellie shushed you. “shh, we don’t want to get caught princess, do we?” ellie teased and you just shook your head and covered your mouth.

ellie went back to teasing your clit with her tongue while she teased your entrance with her finger.

you were moaning into your hand until suddenly, you felt ellies finger plunge into your cunt and your eyes rolled back.

“such a good girl. being so quiet for me.” ellie murmured as she continued to suck on your clit with force. she then inserted another finger into your cunt, curling her fingers up and hitting that spongey spot inside of you.

you moaned into your hand, wanting to scream from pleasure but you knew you couldn’t. not today at least.

suddenly you heard someone coming up the stairs, but ellie didn’t stop her movements.

they tried opening the door, thank God ellie locked it. “ellie, leave that poor girl alone and come downstairs with us to finish this movie.” joel said through the door. ellie raised her eyebrows at you, as if in warning.

“n-no its o-okay j-joel im having f-fun i really- mmph. like this show. and ellie is f-fun to t-talk to” you said, your breath shaky. somehow he didn’t notice and he just thought you were just shy.

“alright then, have fun girls,” joel said through the door. you let out a relieved sigh as he made his way back downstairs. ellie hadn’t stopped her movements once during that conversation and you were so fucking close.

“such a good girl. you gonna cum baby?” ellie asked as she continued her fast and harsh movements on your cunt, fingers and tongue working together. she felt your walls clenching around her fingers and she knew you were close.

you nodded your head, but ellie wasn’t gonna take that. “nuh uh, use your words sweet girl” ellie teased as she somehow sped up her movements.

“i-im so close, ellie! ‘m gonna cum!” you whisper-screamed. ellie had a smirk on her face as she fingered you harder and sucked on your clit harshly.

“thats it, babe. cum on my face,” she mumbled into your clit. the extra vibrations added to your pleasure as your orgasm washed over you. you came on her face and fingers with a long moan i to your hand.

“thats it baby,” ellie said before licking her fingers clean and licking your juices off of her lips. she came up and kissed you deeply, causing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

“now im gonna clean you up and you’re gonna be good for me and act like nothing happened,” ellie said as she grabbed a rag to clean off your sensitive cunt.

after she cleaned you up, she helped fix your hair and dress. “ellie, what about the hickeys?” you whined and she just smirked.

she gave you some bandaids to cover up the hickeys. “we’ll just say you scratched your neck, yeah?” ellie asked, a smirk obvious in her voice. you just nodded and covered up the hickeys with bandaids.

“before we go back downstairs, i want your number, pretty girl. im pretty sure your family is leaving and i wanna… take you on a date,” she said with a smile. you happily agreed before exchanging numbers and heading back downstairs. your legs were still kinda wobbly from your intense orgasm, but you walked it off.

you walked downstairs and saw the credits of the movie. everyone looked as you and ellie made your way down the stairs. “oh my gosh what happened to your neck?!” your mom asked, concerned about what had happened.

“she just scratched it because we were laughing too hard.” ellie answered for you. you blushed and your mother calmed down. ellie looked at you with a smirk as you made your way to everyone else.

“well, we should get going, thanks for inviting us to this wonderful dinner. we’ll see you guys around,” your dad says as he gathered your family, clearly excited to see the neighbors again.

“yeah of course. we’ll see you guys,” maria said as she let everyone out, happy with how everything had went down. you walked out of the house without saying anything, waving at ellie with your cute little smile that she’d already became addicted to. she waved back and you walked back home, with a smile on your face.

you suddenly got a message, it was ellie. a smile spread across your face as you picked your phone up.

e: i miss you already, sweet girl.

ellie had texted you and you almost fainted. you knew you were overreacting, based on everything that had just happened. but you liked her a lot and you were so excited for your date.

y/n: i miss you too, els. can’t wait to see you again for our date ;)

you had already given her a nickname and she swore she was gonna blackout. it was so cute and both of you guys were so excited to see each other again, even though you were neighbors.

a/n: hi guys! hope you guys liked this and lmk if you want a part two!! also lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!! this is my second piece so i might write more if anyone wants me to.

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou part 2 #tlou smut #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader

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chiiyuuvv · 3 months

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[DAY 7] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— i wanna be yours , the arctic monkeys 💿 ; cooking for the other pic by @starryriize

♡list : @yzerpoz , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @dogyunslover , @starryriize

Exam season was just around the corner, and minjae was starting to get worried about your health. Typically when you study, you often forget about your other tasks, like cooking and sleeping for example. You try to persuade your loving bestfriend that you'd be fine like any other time, but unfortunately minjae could see right through you, flashing back to your multiple break downs caused by pressure and frustration. He wasnt going to let that happen again.

Using the key you gave him to unlock your apartment door, minjae wasnt much of a cook, but that didnt mean he wasnt going to try. After spending time with you for so long, he observed your ticks and pleasures, taking notice of your favorite dishes and other things of that necessity. So he makes his way to your kitchen, laying down his groceries filled with your favorites on the island before opening his phone, looking up the receipe he had found before that looked tasty.

Of course, minjae knew you'd get mad for sacrificing his precious time to help you out, but he felt like it was his duty to make sure his favorite person was mentally and physically stable. Plus, he didnt mind spending time with you, no matter if his schedule was full or not.

Laying some of the meat that was required for the recipe in the hot, sizzling pan, he didnt even hear you open the door, too immersed on making the food perfect just to ease your stress. "Minjae," his head turns to the direction of your voice, giving you a simple wave as he continues cooking. "What are you doing?" Your arms were crossed, sending him a look like he just got in trouble by his mother.

"Go take your shower," he says softly, waving you off again with a smile, looking back at the pan to unintentionally miss your pout. "You dont have to do this, you know." You try to reason, but he wasnt going to hearing it, continuing to shoo you off. "Yeah, yeah, gooo," he pushes your body out of the kitchen, giving you a teasing smile. Although you acted annoyed, you couldnt deny the warm feeling in your heart, know that deep down someone cared for you.

Not wanting to waste anymore of his time, you quickly hop into the shower, drying your hair with a towel when you find that he was still cooking. He looked so.. boyfriend material, his gaze strong as he watches the meat cook, almost like hes the one making it cook faster. And no matter what he says, you want to repay him, sneaking behind his figure to give him a backhug, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and your head resting on his back. He lets out a jump and his breath hitches before he tries to put himself back to work, ignoring how he grows hotter, painting his cheeks to a pinkish color.

"Hmm, you made me coffee too.." you take notice, mumbling in his back.

"I could be your coffee pot." He says without any thoughts, loud and clear as you lift your head in confusion. "Minjae wha-"

"I could keep it nice and hot, just the way you like it." He turns around, a smile unknowingly stretching across his face as he reveals his pink tinted cheeks. "I could.. be yours?" He tilts his head, confessing breathlessly.

"Haha.." you let out an awkward chuckle, there was no way he was being serious. "Very funny minjae." You pat his shoulder before beginning to set the table. Minjae puts his attention back on the meat. "Im telling the truth!" He says over his shoulder, but you still wasnt buy it.

He lefts out a big sigh, almost like he was going to drop the topic before announcing that the dinner was finished. You lead him to your dining room and he sits in front of you, gently dropping the plate of food on the table before cutting off a piece. He blows it off, "Ahh~" his lips part to signal that your lips should part as well, leaning over the table slightly to fully reach your mouth.

"I'm not a baby."

"Right, you're my baby, now ahhhh~" you sigh in defeat, before leaning over the table to welcome the food into your mouth. Minjae lets out a celebratory clap, before cutting some more meat for the both of you. "How was your day?" He asks, popping some of the meat into his mouth.

"It was-" you stop to eat some more meat. "-okay, just did some light studying to prepare myself."

"You're doing so well." Minjae says sweetly, cutting some more meat. "What do you mean? I just started." You try to hold back your smile.

"And you're doing well." He repeats, feeding you another piece. You smile back, "this is really good, minjae. Thank you." You compliment, covering your mouth as you speak.

"Yeah, well thats only because i made it for you." And just like that, your smile drops to an annoying sigh. "Stop flirting and let me chew this masterpiece."

"Aww, you like it that much?" You stop again, sending him a look. "What?!"

"Just feed me man!" Your mouth opens again to let the food enter but unfortunately minjae was in a teasing mood. He waves the fork around your mouth, but just as youre about to bite into it he yanks it away, giggling when you chase after it. "Minjaee!!" You whine.

"Fine, fine." He sighs in defeat, before another idea arises. With a smirk, he waits until the meat hits your bottom lip, before yanking away again, leaning his head down so when youre chasing the meat, you collide with his lips. He breaks into a fit of giggles when he pecks you, his cheeks burning red as he looks down, unable to notice how you've freezed in your chair.

"I um.." he gets up after calming himself down. "..was serious about what I'd said before. I'd happily be yours.. any day!" And with that, he gets up to wash the plate, leaving your mind to malfunction as he goes about his day.

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jukey · 11 months

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Blue Lock x Reader Headcanons

Bllk boys cooking for you!!

(nagi, reo, hiori, ness, isagi, chigiri)

let me knoe if yall want part 2 gang and with who🚨🏈🔥🦅🇺🇲

Nagi x Reader Headcanons

he suggested it at first, which was quite surprising knowing how lazy he is

said he wanted to do 'boyfriend things' for you (he doesn't even cook for himself)

he kept messing up in the kitchen, adding the wrong ingredients, setting the temperature too high

dont blame him, he always bought his own meals, this is new (he cant even tell spinach and mint apart)

you just knew it was going to taste horrible once he set your plate down

to your surprise, it actually tasted good, like really good

he didn't think much of it but felt fuzzy when you complimented him

better salvage the taste while you can 'cause this is the last time he'll be doing this

Reo x Reader Headcanons

oh!

he warned texted you beforehand that he was cooking tonight

reo grew up with all kinds of people working at his mansion so there was no need for him to learn how to cook

once you've accidentally taken some wrong buses to avoid going home it was time to face him (and his creation)

a very happy reo welcomed you and lead you to the dining table

he was wearing one of your aprons and you could've sworn you saw some burned food remnants smudged on it

you smiled in pain wholeheartedly when he brought you your plate (it looked like 4 diseases mixed up)

that quickly changed when he insisted on feeding you

with no way to hide the food or run away, you gave up

first bite in you felt your tongue going through the 5 stages of grief

he was so happy when you told him it tasted amazing (it tasted like battery acid)

(i like to think he sent you this before you went home)

Hiori x Reader Headcanons

he is such a sweetheart

he actually takes you out for dinner almost everyday

you suggested it to him first and he agreed (he got that 'everything to make you happy' mindset)

he saw it more like a challenge than doing something nice for you tho (its the actions that count shhh)

he just went with something simple so it wouldn't get too bad

he lied saying he put no effort into it, that its just something small he whipped up (he counted the amounts of salt grains he needed)

after that day he decided to test his cooking skills more often thanks to your words of praise

Ness x Reader Headcanons

AWW MY DAYS

you dont even need to ask him, he already cooks for you evey single day

and if he's busy that day, he'll make food at ungodly hours and wakes you up to eat

he absolutely LOVES it when you eat his food and then waits patiently for you to say what you think of it

i feel like he gets a burst of excitement when you tell him you love it, this is why he prefers you eat his food instead of anyone elses

he tries finding excuses to make you plenty of food

one time you came home to him celebrating you for being yourself, the person whom he loves<3 (he made a whole feast for you)

he even wants to be the one to bake you your own birthday cake (watch out before its a kaiser themed one)

Isagi x Reader Headcanons

he absolutely adores your cooking so this was quite a bit of a wasted opportunity thing for him

however, he seemed really focused while working on your food

he kept asking you for help and after a while you stopped and he just whined about how unfair that is

bro would ask for 3 hints like this is some kind of quiz

he was very nervous about bringing you your food (he almost wanted to trip on purpose)

the food wasnt that bad but missed a bit of flavour or something to strengthen the taste

ofcourse you didnt tell him that as the good person you are

was happy about you liking his food but wouldn't be open to trying this again

Chigiri x Reader Headcanons

he loved this idea a lot, even wanted to ask you to participate as a competition but eventually decided to go against it

he wants to be able to cook for his partner at all times if needed

he used to chat with his mom a lot while she was busy cooking so he learned a few things from watching her

he took quite some time on presenting the food, made sure it looked very appealing

he would make cute animal faces on it<33

it was so hard for you to take a bite when the food looked so cute, he giggled at this

it tasted great, you didn't get to eat everything because chigiri stole his food back

greedy smh

i want to be one of those justin bieber memes🤕

requests are open!!!

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marvelita85 · 6 months

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It wasnt like when they were children, he noticed out of her siblings she was the tallest and more beautiful than when she was little and followed him everywhere around the keep... he missed her but he would never admited it

She never looked at him once only when he raise his cup for his final tribute and ruined dinner and her eyes told him everythong he needed to know... she hated him, she would chose her brothers over him like she did when he lost his eye

- you never talked to me since you've arrived niece...

- why do you have to call me niece, everytime we see eachother... i already know you are my uncle... believe me I know that sometimes some members of the family are overrated

- you are different, not the little girl that followed me around all the time

- I learn the hard way sometimes your friends are not so much your friends but enemys in desguise...

- am I your enemy?

- are you? ... be carefull with your answer, perhaps what I have become you wont like.... uncle

- we were best friends and you chose your bastard brothers over me

- and I will do it over and over again Jace and Luke and Joffrey and Aegon and Viserys over you, your brother your presious mother, your sister... your niece and newphews, everything you hold into your dark rotten heart if you ever dare to touch any of them... my predecesor Visenya Targaryen wont be half of the vicious bitch, her enemys called her, of what im capable to do to you

- are you theatening me niece...

- no if i wanted to threaten you I would have said I would take your reminded eye if you get close to my brothers again... I dont think a blind prince is of any use

- What have I done for you to hate me so much...

- you broke my heart... the day before I left for dragonstone I went to apologice to you rooms... your brother was there... I listed to you saying I was a simple bastard for you and you'd never felt anything for me... I felt that our friendship in that moment crushed and that anything I 've ever felt for you died in that moment...

- Visenya.... Aemond tried to tell her that everything he said was not true

- dont deny it, you want me and the rest of my family to die

- not you...

- how sad... I've heard your mother was looking for potential brides for you... Lord Borros daughters... wanderfull match almost as boring as you are

- and you think you can be any better...

- the lady of Winterfell - Aemond blood froze as the thought of you married with Lord Cregan Stark not only would it win the north for Rhaenyra but you would have something that he would never be able to give you that you dont already have as the princess tittle and that enfuriated him, even his efforts to be eligable it was not enough for her as it was before he just didnt know how to take care of the wonderfull friendship he just lost, and the posible future they could have that now could be lost forever

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x oc #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #house of the dragon aemond

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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wibta if i held an intervention for my cousin?

strap in bc this is gonna be long, but first i need to introduce this little cast of characters: I (26f), my sister (23f) and my cousin (22f) are literally the only young ones in my family. my fathers siblings never married, and i have only my mother's sister (50sthF) who has married and also has a kid. so this made us kind of close since we were kids, especially my sister and my cousin (due to their close ages) were always together. we did live far from each other, and could only meet one or two times in a year.

my cousin and my sister have ocd. i have depression. we all have anxieties. my aunt and my mother both have anger issues, so we kind of can guess what kind of house my cousin is living in. and also from what we could see during our short visits. so yeah, we're all fucked up, but ever since i started therapy and forced my sister to go as well, things started to change. my cousin kept making excuses about money issues, and not really needing any therapy, but her ocd started spiraling down very quickly after her cat got sick last year (we'll get to that soon).

so here's where the problem lies: my cousin has ocd, and needs to constantly ask for approval. she also has severe separation anxiety, to the point that she cant even think about a family member or her cat dying. and see, i get that! we also had beloved pets who died and honestly it still fucks us up, but she is getting delusional about it. god forbid we mention that the cat is now an old lady, or say that shes not as sharp/agile as she was before—this makes her cry immediately. also her ocd is very focused on her cat: she thinks she can carry diseases to her cat, she gets hysterical if we change our clothes near the cats bowl, asks everyone repeatedly if sth unrelated might make the cat sick. shes also of the belief that if someone uses an insect spray, then the poison will stay there till she goes to that place and carries the poison to her cat and making her sick. we kept explaining to her that if the sprays would work like that then we wouldnt suffer from a serious ant infestation for the third year in a row, but as it goes with ocd, she just cant accept it. she only believes what her mother says, and well. her mother gets agitated Very Quickly and they start fighting which makes everything worse.

usually id interfere and tell my aunt to just get along with my cousin as shes going through therapy and medication, and i saw it first hand on my sister that it takes time for ocd to get calmer. its not like oh u started therapy? why arent u already performing like a mentally healthy person?? this is what i suffered from when i first started my therapy. but my aunts main issue isnt her ocd. the ocd is par for the course—the main problem is that my cousin never helps around the house.

we knew this, since we have been together forever, that my cousin never works. she complains a lot, even snaps if u ask her to do two things at once (even if its like hey check the kettle and btw put this glass in the sink as well). and my aunt has zero tolerance for her attitude, which leads to her doing the chore herself and well this kind of encourages my cousin to get away from the chores by complaining. she was like this ever since we were KIDS. she'd play with us and make a mess, but when we were supposed to clean everything shed either not do a thing (saying "i dont know how to" even to simple things like put the thing in the basket) or shed just. vanish. whenever we ate lunch or dinner, shed immediately go to the bathroom, and come out after everything was cleaned and washed. and before u say there might be sth else, it really wasnt. she even admitted to it later. she just didnt want to do a single shit. and well, now that shes older, its getting kind of upsetting. whenever she's alone at home she does NOTHING. and when my aunt comes back from her trip SHES the one who has to clean after my cousin, even tho she has just arrived home. this is why no matter how much she asks us to go stay with her when shes alone, we never go. bc we dont want to clean after her. or when she comes over to our house she just. barely does a thing.

this is taking a huge mental and physical toll on my aunt, bc shes physically disabled (severe migraines caused by a bubble in her head, and recently due to her bad workplace her right hand and arm are also not doing well), and even tho she kind of brought this on herself (but indirectly encouraging my cousins behavior), its still really upsetting. whenever we go to their house, my sister and i try to shoulder a part of chores, bc 1) our aunt shouldn't have to do everything by herself and 2) we were taught to help. my parents never had any tolerance for us slacking off.

cut to last week when we went to their house, and it was a huge war zone. my aunt kept shouting at my cousin for things that werent her fault (like her asking for approval or complaining about sth someone did), and on the other hand my cousin kept dodging the chores, and when my aunt asked her to do ONE thing she kept snapping at her and complaining like it was a huge deal (it really wasnt. example: my aunt asked her to put her clothes which she had already folded and put on her bed away. my cousin snapped at her that she would do it and she should get off her back and then kept complaining that her folded clothes arent bothering anyone and she shouldnt be forced to put them away. this is not an exaggeration.) i also realized that part of the problem with their relationship was how my cousin kept complaining about everything to my aunt, which makes my aunt go insane bc she needs a break from the negativity, but my cousin is very clingy and would call her multiple times a day just to bitch about sth. and hey, i also bitch about things to my mother, but i dont call her that much when shes/im away, and also i try to balance it with good fun stories. i know my cousin isnt like having a very bad life, she just likes to complain about everything. but this, coupled with her insistent need for approval, and her clinginess, makes for a bad recipe.

so, when i finally had a private moment with my cousin, i told her that she needs to do chores, and this would do wonders to the current tension! i said this very gently and very quickly bc i didnt want my aunt to overhear us, and my cousin started crying and nodding and said she would try. this made me feel a bit calmer about the whole situation, until the next fucking day when my grandparents came to my aunts house and my cousin, u guessed, did nothing to help my aunt. at one point my sister found her kissing her cat instead of setting the table, and it made us both extremely mad.

i think that gently talking with her wont do good, bc she'd probably do the same thing again. i feel like i need to be more stern and a little bit harsher to hammer the point home, bc apparently she doesnt understand anything unless its shouted at her. im not gonna shame her or anything, im just gonna say that she needs to a) continue her therapy (which she has dropped for 5 months) b) take her pills regularly (which she doesnt) c) enforce a clear boundary between herself and her mother no matter how close they and d) do the chores. if she doesnt do these stuff, then she wont be able to get any sympathy from me, and my sister. also cant complain about it anymore if she's not going to do any fucking thing to improve her situation.

so, wibta?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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makriiii · 10 months

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Wary accord (Arthur morgan × f!reader)

Summary: Invited to Angelo Bronte's garden party, you couldn't see anything fairing well. However, as the evening fades to night, and nothing goes wrong, you let yourself enjoy it more than you planned.

Word count: 3.4k

Authors notes: This is just a one-shot with heavily referenced themes from my ongoing series rn - Caught. I had to take a break from writing hardcore and unadulterated angst. ☠️ I'm also open to any suggestions, so send them in! ;)

Warnings/tags: Lots of fluff, 90% sfw, mentions of wounds, guns, some angst.

Ao3!

Pt1 to Caught!

♡

Wary Accord.

Jack ran into his fathers arms with glee, you were just as happy as he was that he was safe and okay.

You were sure this night would've ended in blood shed. Instead, you begrudgingly had to do Bronte's dirty work, handling some grave robbers with Arthur and John.

You didn't much enjoy partaking in being nothing more than a lackey, especially for someone like Angelo Bronte. This made even worse when you heard what Dutch had to say.

"Mr. Bronte has invited us to a garden party at the mayors house." He announced, still seeming unbelieving in the invite himself whilst he chuckled. "And us, just simple country folk."

This didn't delight you, fully willing to stay behind that day if you could, but you feared something might go awry and it'd be best if you were there to help. You felt much with Arthur and John there. Plus, that Dutch. He has his way with his words, and you trusted those words.

You'd been busy helping Pearson all day, the whispers of dusk finally upon the camp. Ready to relax, you sat up against a tree near Hosea looking forward to dinner when you were suddenly startled awake by Dutch.

"Come on!" He shrieked, "If we are gonna make it to this party, we sure as shit better clean up a little."

The party. You'd completely forgotten about the party. Your original plans for the night squandered.

"So we're doing this?" Arthur asks, disbelieving you were to actually attend.

"Oh yeah." Hosea acknowledged. "Old friend Dutch Van der linde has finally shown his true colours." He teases.

Hosea could always make you smile, if not full on laugh. "Social climbing." He states flatly.

"Old Signor Bronte, that horrendous snake has invited us to the ball, Cinderella." He addressed to Arthur. You'd be sure to tease him with that later on.

"So my suggestion is we go and get you a gown." He chuckles, Hosea laughing along with him.

While they walk by, you try not to catch attention, putting ur hat lower over your face, to which Hosea comes over and flicks it off.

"You too y/n. We don't want to insult Mr. Bronte." Hosea chimes in front of you chuckling softly.

You got up hesitantly to travel into town with them, knowing your fate long since been sealed.

Your mares gait matched Arthur's. It wasnt long since you had made it into town with a group of people you never saw yourself attending a ball with.

"Arthur?" You glance to your side to see if you had his attention.

His eyes met yours instantly when you asked his name oh-so-calmly. "What is it?"

"Have you been to a ball before?"

"No," he gives you an airy laugh. "Not too many people like me have."

"Well, I hope you know how to behave then." You poked fun at him, your usual goal.

"Yeah? And what would you know about behaving?"

"More than you I reckon. We'll see who gets booted out quickest."

"Deal." He jokes, nodding with a funny look on his face.

"You know, I hope it's not too costly, I don't see another occasion that I'll use a dress again." You murmured, trailing off into your thoughts, counting the money you had now in your head.

"I can see that," he coughs a laugh out, looking you up and down. "I've never seen you in somethin' so fancy."

Your brows furrow, knowing the meaning behind his tease.

"I'd like to see you run around in a thick skirt, Morgan. I don't think you'd be so tough anymore." A grin splits across your face as the image of him with a skirt on whilst chasing someone down on foot crosses your mind.

"You doubt me too much." He fights back a small smile that tugs at his lips. "I could outdo you first try."

You started giggling when the little Arthur in your head tripped over and tumbled in response to his bet.

He raises a brow, questioning your sudden fit of laughter with just a glance.

"You wanna take me up on that offer? We'll race." Then, you thought of bringing heels into the equation.

You stopped him before he went to speak in between wheezes, adding the heels into the challenge. Now he didn't look so confident.

"If you can find a pair of heels that would fit me." He couldn't help but give up on his faked seriousness, all while you couldn't contain yourself.

You looked down to his feet, wiping tears from your eyes as you observe his feet.

"Don't think there's any that'd fit your fat feet."

"Well then, You're outta' luck ain't ya."

You exhaled sharply, calming your chest after all that cackling. "But we have to find the perfect slipper for you, Cinderella."

"Oh, shut it-" He pauses mid sentence to point to a store with dresses and suits on display. "Think that's our place, y/n." Dutch, Bill and Hosea already dismounting in front of it.

You sat in awe as you turned your horse to the ties right outside. You hadn't noticed this the last time you were through here.

"Careful, don't lose yourself in there." He snickers, dismounting with you. Clearly you had made your gawking too obvious.

"Oh please," you swat at him as you both walk for the door. "I'm not that bad."

When he opens the door to the inside, the slightly cooler air relieved you, everything smelt fresh, polished wood and all. This wasn't a place for an outlaw, made all the clearer when you spotted the clerk.

The store clerk instantly looked taken aback by your groups presence. Maybe you should've considered leaving your guns outside.

He wasn't all for you in his store, but you greeted him as softly as you could, keeping your hands well away from your dangerous metal contraptions.

"What can I do for you... folk?" His voice shrill and accented with what you could only assume as french.

Dutch waves over Arthur, who gives you one last glance before they all go to a different part of the shop, leaving you awkwardly standing there alone.

The man walks up to you after sorting out Arthur and the rest of them. "I assume you're looking for an evening gown?"

You nod, "Yeah, something that isn't too costly?"

He hums his consideration, scanning you up and down. "Measurements?" He asks out of the blue.

Now your face flushed. You would have infinitely no idea, which made you feel even more dumb.

"I-" You look away for a moment trying to think if you even knew. "I couldn't tell you..."

He makes a noise as if he already knew, gesturing his hand at you to follow him.

He sped walk so fast to your surprise, you weren't sure why he was in such a rush, having you near to jogging just to keep up.

When you reached a paltry, bright room with fabrics adorning mannequins. He had you remove most of your outer clothing and equipment. Discarding it to a chair left of you.

He was rather swift with your measurements, wandering around to find a small selection of dresses that he said would fit, with some adjustment of course.

You picked the prettiest of the bunch, almost feeling like a little girl again. Getting a new dress. It excited you - mostly.

"I'll let you try these all on, and your little boyfriend can hobble over to see, whenever he's done. But- over there." Now he shoo'd you to a dressing room, he seemed like he was trying to get the lot of you out of his store swiftly.

The curtain slid aggressively behind you, leaving you stunned inside, which you shook off but not without an amount of confusion.

You groaned, forgetting just how much of a hassle getting on dresses was, it took you a good while each dress you tried on, thankfully only three.

Once you got down the last dress - your favorite - you heard Arthur chime from behind the curtain, startling you so bad you jumped to cover yourself.

(Leaving the dress desc vague so you can come up with your own.)

"Can I see?" He questions, a mere curtain being all that separates you. He'd seen you unclothed before, but now it felt different.

"No, I'm half-naked." You scolded, but your disgruntled attitude quickly washed away when your eyes widened with shock.

Your words had only seemed to rev him up. His hand grasped at the curtain, but you stopped it before it folded back any further, slapping away his hand.

"Quit that you no-good buzzard." You hissed, fearing that the rest of the gang would hear, which would be too much for you to bear.

He crows in response, but doesn't continue dragging the curtain further. "I've seen you much more indecent than that, y/n."

Your face runs hot with his words, prompting you to start swatting and punching at the curtain to get him away.

"Get outta here before the sales clerk thinks we're doing some silly business back here." You fussed, mumbling lowly enough just for him to hear.

This prompted a defeated sigh, from the other side of the curtain. "Just give me another minute." You half-consoled, not a shred of empathy for him.

He came for the dress no doubt, but he preferred no dress just as much if not more.

"Okay, okay." He laughs, his spurs clicked as he took a few steps back.

Pulling up the sleeves that rested just by your shoulders, you took a look in the mirror.

The dress revealed a hell of a lot more than what you were use to, your bullet scar on your arm prevalent, though you didn't mind as much as thought you would.

With this dress on, there was no room for guns. So you had come prepared with a small thigh holster, only allowing for a tiny pistol.

You weren't sure what you were to do with your hair. Tapping your foot, to which you realized, you didn't have heels neither. This all getting more costly than you had hoped for.

Nestling your hair up into a loose bun, you quickly gathered the rest of your clothes before you forgot them to stuff into your saddle bags.

When you finally pulled back the curtain, you glared at Arthur with a 'are you happy now?' look for a minute. He himself stood dashing, if you put it lightly. A regular tuxedo, even on him, looked way better than it should.

You only gave him a small grace period before you walked passed him to find some heels.

"Wait-" He reaches for your arm and holds you back. "Let me get a better look, Miss l/n."

You stood in front of him awkwardly, his eyes quite literally feasting upon you which made you anxious and squirmy in his grasp.

"Hmm." His initial ogle replaced by his typical sarcastic grin, which already had you ready to sock him. "Looks fine enough, I suppose."

"And you?" You made it a point to make it noticeable that you eyeballed him up and down. "They might not let you in." It was a lie, and he could tell.

"You shoulda seen your face when you first came out." Puffing his chest out, much too proud. You gave him a small slap to his bicep, shaking your head.

Meeting with Hosea, Dutch and Bill, you finished the rest of your affairs. Climbing into the back of a carriage to eventually join the party.

The mayors house was magnificent, and damnably large. It felt daunting as it loomed over you.

Your eyes caught onto all of the intricate wood decals that sprinkled the faultless paint job. Every thing well lit by the warm street lights.

It wasn't a place you felt you belonged in with the life you led. Especially not with the people that were attending; Corrupt politicians and crime lords.

This whole situation was brittle and you had to run it nicely - not peeve anyone off.

A man greeted Dutch, then told the lot of you, no guns. No one suspected you of your gun, delightfully. So you followed everyone inside after they unenthusiastically handed over their weapons.

when you reached the inside, you flicked your head around to catch all the details in the interior. You had really only heard talk of such extravagant places like these. Certainly an experience, you thought.

Dutch looked to you, Hosea and Bill and told you to join the party whilst him and Arthur followed the man who led them to Bronte up a flight of stairs.

Your face soured, you had only a faint idea on how to seem a natural when speaking to the high flyers. Never the less, you did.

Eventually, you spotted Arthur who finally had left the balcony where he conversed with Bronte and Dutch. You dismissed yourself from the two men you spoke with, making your way to him.

"So? Did you find anything out?" You question, hoping he found out more than you had.

"No... not really. He suggested a take at the trolley station."

Your brow strung up. A trolley station? That sounded unusual to you.

"Good money, I suppose?"

He wasn't so sure either. "So it sounds. Dutch seems to trust it."

"Very well then." Nodding your head, in acceptance. "Whats he want us to do next?"

He hooks your arm in his abruptly, feeling a blush heat your face with his sudden act of affection.

"Try to talk to the mayor, get info." He says lowly, leaning over slightly as he walks with you to a group of men.

They stood in a small circle, chattering amongst themselves, scolding a man to their right that was much too drunk.

Arthur waited a moment before releasing you and reprimanding the man himself by touring him out. Leaving you with them alone.

They greeted you, to which you introduced yourself, waiting for Arthur to return, which he did, promptly.

They exchanged pleasantries for only a second before a series of pops interrupts their speak.

A splatter of blazing colours fill the dark sky, instantly captivating you. This wasn't something you'd seen before in all your long years of life.

You automatically pulled Arthurs hand to get a better view together. The sounds of the crowd behind you gasping and awing amongst the booms that sounded from the sky.

The bright twinkling and sparkling only lasted seconds each, spirals and scatters, each their own neon colours.

Greens, reds, blues, faded into smoke that matched the parted clouds, new splashes of colour never seizing to paint the gray and black behind them.

You stood in front of Arthur, sinking your head into his chest, gazing at all of the captivating lights before you.

Maybe your feelings for Arthur held you tighter than you cared to admit. He was still the one who had committed atrocities against you, which you weren't so quick to let go of.

Spinning around, you looked up to him, the blue in his eyes would perfectly match the skies if it were day, instead reflecting all the crackling lights you missed with your back turned.

"You know how to dance, don't you?" You beam, his hand in yours.

"No?-" He questions, not anticipating just what you had in store for him.

"Perfect!" Your hand tightens around his, leading him to the gazebo that stood not far from where you gathered just a moment before.

"I don't reckon we have time to embarrass ourselves right now."

"Oh, yes, you do. Believe it not, I still recall getting taught how to dance when I was younger." Snickering as you reveal your plans to a reluctant Arthur.

Stepping inside the lit gazebo, you glance around to make sure its clear. Smiling when you confirm it is.

"Ready?" Catching his hand before he felt he could change his mind - not that he had much of a choice in the first place.

He grumbles, but that tiny little spark in his eye proving he wasn't all that terribly put out by this.

His arm slowly slid down and around your waist, drawing you in close, in turn your arm raised up to his shoulder.

"Okay, now just follow my lead." You moved one foot back, the front of his shoe found your toes faster than you had imagined.

He corrects himself, much to the relief of your foot. "Shit- sorry."

"We'll go slow." You giggle, finding it funny that you were teaching Arthur of all people how to dance.

Which each step, his foot still strayed a few times, but he got the hang of it quickly.

"See? It's not so bad. But if you're still embarrassed from stepping on me, I can understand." Feigning a look of pity and a half hearted pat on his shoulder.

"I enjoyed stepping on them more than not." He shoots back, his timing lining up with the moment your heel caught on a loose board, nearly loosing your balance but Arthurs arm around you remained firm, holding you up.

"Not so tough are we, y/n?" He chortles, your pride hurting more than your feet.

You couldn't help the sheepish laugh that left you. "I demand you respect your teacher, Mr. Morgan."

"Or what? There ain't much you can do about it."

"We'll see about that." You challenge, returning to a slow rhythm. He never released you from his tight grasp.

Your bodies never left each others for the entire time, you both relished in it more than you'd ever address.

His hand eventually found your arm, his fingers gently brushing the double sided scar that he had punished you with upon your first meeting.

Dwelling for a few moments, he runs his hand up and over your collar bone, then meeting your chin. His gaze was soft, no trace of his typical cocky expression.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier." His thumb caressing the bottom of your plush lip.

"I-" He stops you from what he already anticipated you saying. Shaking his head.

"Not another word from you." He leans down, his mouth meeting yours. The most gentle show of affection he had shown you to date.

You leaned into it for as long as it lasted, cherishing each second it dragged further.

When he pulled away, there was a look you'd never be able to place on Arthurs face. You'd never forget it, that you could count on.

"I don't like that all the other men here get to see you like this too." He confesses, glancing over to the gathering, jerking upright when he spots something he didn't expect.

"I hope I'm not being too brash as I interrupt you two love sick fools." Dutch as much himself as ever with those words.

You and Arthur finally released from your embrace, standing side by side as if you both just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Dutch hollered out a hearty laugh, the ability to stay mad lost with the guilty looks you both held. "Save it for camp... now I heard mentions of Cornwall from Mr. Mayor and one of his men. Quickly both of you."

He chased you of the gazebo effectively, Arthur sighed as you strode back to complete the mission you'd been sent on.

"Oh good, I was starting to regret sending you both in there together." Dutch waited no time to tease you both further, making it obvious to Hosea and Bill who had a good laugh about it too.

"Yeah, yeah. We got somethin'." Arthur confirms, waving off the insult.

"Well then," Hosea chimes, excited with the news. "Think it's time to go."

That you could agree dualy on, your eye lids started to gain weight, desiring nothing more than to return to camp.

You all made for your ride back, collecting their guns on the way out, some speak of a bank heist along the way, which definitely prompted skepticism in you. As most of these takes did.

The carriage rolled up to you, not much time spent in terms of getting in. All of you wanted out of there.

Bill's voice haughty and filled with contempt as he complained about the 'high society pigeon shit.' Which plastered a drowsy smirk on your face.

Instinctively, you sat next to Arthur on the way back, dozing off on his shoulder not long after the carriage lurched shakily over the uneven cobblestone roads.

Guys I proof read this at 3 am so ignore any mistakes...

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption two #enemies to lovers #rdr2 #fluff #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #bill williamson

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professionalmachinefuckerwrites · 4 months

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Vantablack x Reader | NSFW | (I don’t know what title to give this)

A simple one shot me (Boss) and Vandro wrote on Google docs on the in-real-life Vanta. We had forgotten about it, so here it is.

- Vantablack is one of our characters(?) Hes not really a OC, we think. Just a android-ized characterized version of our computer/tower.

- (By the way, anyone else in this story does not relate to Vantablack's story at all; just placeholder people.)

- Reader is whatever gender, uses they pronouns, but is coded to have a pussy.. we were simply going to say no pronouns, but this is just for simplicity. We wanted to give them the ability to have whatever sex, but doing that wouldve been difficult for a lot of the things we wanted to say. Sorry guys.

There might be a few errors. Please ignore them.

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You had just gotten home from work. Now was the time you would've started to make dinner for yourself, but you were too tired to do so. Slumping lazily, you collapsed onto the sofa in the living room of your house.

Living in the city could be exhausting at times; and when I mean exhausting at times, I mean all the time. But fortunately, you could afford quite a lot of the good things you had, you had cool friends and acquaintances, and the bills were all paid. You worked as a video game developer for a popular company.

About to fall asleep, your eyelids began to close. That was quickly interrupted by the knock at your door.

"Excuse me?" You said as you pulled aside the door.

"Hey. Sorry dude, you look a little tired. Just wanted to uh- drop this off." The person at your door was just one of your co-workers. This co-worker in particular had been working on something special. A sigh escaped your lips, and the door was opened wider as you stretched out your arm to let them inside.

"Thank you. I'll be back in like a couple days or so. Sorry, I gotta head over a couple cities over for a business meeting. Take care of him for me." You waved the person goodbye as the door shut again. Now, this time, there was a new person in the room.

He seemed to look at you almost as sleepily as you looked moments ago, constantly having that dreamy look to him. This wasnt no man; it was a machine. The person who made him claimed he was a "androidized version of a computer", or simply, just a computer in a more humanoid form. One of the only things you knew about him was the fact that his name was Vantablack.

Clearly there was lots of care put into his works. From the way he walked around silently admiring the surroundings, to the way he gestured to different things on you and the wall, he was made to copy human movements well.

But a couple things in particular seemed to catch your eye since the last time you seen him, which he was incomplete months ago, was the overall attractiveness of his body.

You could've sworn that he didnt have such a plump-looking chest and ass before; as he's supposed to be masculine-coded. Fairly skinny, but maybe that guy just wanted to make him as good-looking as possible.

And it was working a little too well.

The white plates covering a majority of his black body underneath seperated by inch-long gaps shifted slightly as he looked around. And where his front side of the neck, or the stemocleidomastoids were, was two thick-cabled extensions that had pistons and bundled up wires underneath the covering. In fact, his whole neck area was black and a more mechanized version of a human's neck; it looked oddly attractive.

After a few moments, he caught you staring.

"Yes? Is there something you need?"

You wish you didnt notice his bulge move underneath his clothes as he turned to face you.

"Oh, no, nothing in particular.. Say, are you comfortable? Do you charge or anything?"

He shifted around again. Then, he decided to make himself at home, and sat him down right on your couch. The light from the lamp was the only thing lighting up his gorgeous face in the dark room.

"I can bluetooth charge. I'm usually lying down or sitting in one place everyday," A metallic-like sigh came from him. "It's so nice to wear clothes."

"H-huh?" To be honest, that took you a little aback. That isnt usually something someone would say.

"Do you not.. Wear clothes often?"

"No. I'm usually naked more than half the time."

Your thoughts began racing again. You tried so hard no to think about this machine laying naked in front of you, but the thoughts wouldnt go away no matter how much you swatted at them.

"Hmph.. Are you fine? Your face isnt doing too well."

He pulled a leg up as he laid the side of his white and black face on the backside of his hand.

"Yes, yes! Im doing absolutely wonderfully."

Another sigh of displease. He closed his eyes briefly, and opened them again to meet your gaze; you had now just noticed his iris' emitted a small glow of multiple colors - RGB, PC gamer styled. Well, he was yet again, a android version of a gaming computer..

"You're a horrible liar. Come over here."

He beckoned you over with a flick of his finger. All of a sudden, you felt weak in your legs; but you hesitantly came over anyway.

"Uh.."

He unfolded his leg and sat up straight, then standing. He was about a foot or more taller than you, which made this situation even worse.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

"Look at you. If you wern't in the mood, you'd be pulling away from my touch."

He leaned down lightly and pressed his smooth lips right up to the right side of your head, against your ear.

"If you want, I'll take care of your problem, since you're practically begging for some affection."

He spoke lowly in a pleasant, deep tone. The more he kept talking to you, the more the area in your legs seemed to grow with heat and throb uncomfortably; this fucker was making you horny..

"All you have to do is give me the green light."

He added on sinisterly.

You wanted him to keep doing this so bad, now the both of you realizing that you were down bad and horny; but the words were stuck in your throat.

So instead, you nodded your head rapidly.

"Oh.. Well," He let out a little laugh. "Thats enough of an answer for me."

And with that, his hands that had been caressing your back slipped up the front side of your shirt, fingers finding their way to your nipples.

His thumbs rubbed them delicately to harden them, and he watched with a smile on his face as you melted at his touch.

"Thats it. Very good."

Your knees buckled and you fell into his chest as his fingers and thumbs continuously worked on your nipples, rubbing and lightly pinching them, just enough to make little whimpers escape from your mouth. The throbbing between your legs became even more intense, and he didnt fail to notice this.

"Here, doll."

He helped walk you both over to a wall, all the way until your back was pressed up against it. As your back was being shoved up against the wall, he lifted his leg and pressed his knee against the bottom of your crotch.

"I think humans like this. This should get you over until we get to the most exciting part you are probably waiting for."

The feeling was all too teasing. Between him playing with your nipples and his knee against your throbbing crotch, you subconsciously squirmed and writhed. Apparently, this is the kind of reaction he wanted, as his smile on his face became more and more pleased.

But, as well as you kept getting more and more thobbing down there, apparently so did he; that bulge you saw minutes ago was growing underneath his clothes and pushing to get through.

"Please.." A quiet and pathetic whimper escaped from you.

"Hmm? What was that?"

He replied smugly while pinching your nipples hard.

"I need .." It took you everything you had to hold back a squeal.

His hands retracted from your swollen red nipples and he lowered his knee from your crotch.

"Yes?"

His hands threatened to go lower; they rubbed all up against your stomach, aching to go down.

"I need this.."

One of his hands sneakily slipped underneath your lower clothing and across your thigh. Goosebumps blossomed from where his hand once touched from how cold it was; his hands were capable of being warm, but apparently not now.

"Please, keep going.."

You couldnt believe how pathetic you sounded when saying this.

But, oddly enough, this sparked a reaction bigger than you expected out of him; his fans appeared to kick it up a bit, and his 'breathing' was erratic.

"Go on.." After a moment or so, he had replied quietly.

His hand now finally made its way to your bare crotch, and rubbed. Finally, a small moan managed to come out; and you absolutely loved the sensation of how his metallic fingers and hand felt on you.

"I-.. I need you to touch me more."

Now you could visibly see his eyebrows furrow lightly- but not being able to tell what he was feeling. It wasnt in confusion, or anger, but as a positive result. He was loving this. Perhaps he wanted to be touched, too?

"Yes, yes.."

You didnt know it was possible, but there was desperation in his voice. Before you could beg any further, his fingers rubbed your most sensitive area, and using his other hand, he kept you still from moving too much.

The sensation was now almost unbearable. You wanted to cum already, or force his hand to move faster, but you were stuck there whimpering for his touch. You thought he knew what he was doing, for him to pull a reaction out of you like this. This is clearly not his first time.

This had continued on for a few minutes, but you were getting impatient to reach your climax already, that you had begun to thrust against his hand and fingers.

He pulled them away from you after that.

"Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast."

You whined, already longing for his touch. You didnt see it yourself, but could only feel it, but you were wet- and his hand and fingers covered in your precum proved it.

"Wait, no! Please, a little more.."

He laughed while pressing both his hands on the wall next to the sides of your head. He let out breaths of hot air on your neck- you didnt know how he could even breathe, but it was a nice function.

"I want to see you beg some more, love."

He was staring back at you with that dreamy look in his eyes again. You noticed those thick neck cables below his chin connecting to his collarbone again. When he noticed you were staring at them, a hand quickly forced your chin to look back up at him again.

"Can you do that for me?"

You tried your best not to be too swooned by his words, attempting to focus on how he avoided your attention to his neck. Maybe if..

"Y-yes.. But, Im a little shy.. Im embarrassed..” You wernt lying about that one.

"That's fine, sugar. Say it into my ear."

He leaned his head lower and closer for you to say it into one of his audio receptors. Perfect. With a new and strange sense of confidence, you forcibly pulled him a little closer so you could bite his neck. He gasped audibly and pulled away as quick as he could, letting you go completely. He rubbed his neck with a expression on his face that showed he was completely taken aback, shocked, and a little bit of surprised mixed in.

"H..How bold of you.."

The room was too dark to see if he was blushing or not, or if he could even blush at all. But if he were, that wouldve made you feel even more proud of yourself for that.

"You liked that, huh?"

You teased him, in the same manner he did minutes ago. A low growl escaped from him and he came back over, holding your own neck with a hand.

"Shhh..”

His grip wasnt enough to hurt you, but enough to make you choke.

"Hahah.. Want me to do that again?"

You were no longer feeling submissive. You wanted to see him gasp like that again. He almost looked embarrassed now, like his pride had been hurt. The only sound he made in response was a little mumble. He had been successfully humbled.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Without forcing it, you pulled him closer, and guided him to switch spots with you, so now he was up against the wall. You pressed your mouth up against his neck and breathed slowly, and he quivered under it. His eyelids closed softly and mouth lightly agape just from you breathing on it..

"Look at you. You're shaking.. It’s adorable."

His hands grasped you roughly, and you were pushed into him further. He looked to be getting impatient and needy, so you fulfilled his desires..

You bit his cables again, and this time, a beautiful, soft moan made its way into your ear. He sounded attractive when he was at your mercy, to be honest.

And you bit him again, in a slightly different spot, and there were more whimpers and moans..

Combined with the motivation recieved from pleasing him and your own drive to be able to get pleasure yourself, it made you determined to play with him further.

(And, yes, he did observe that him being this vocal did you turn you on even more.)

Occasionally, you’d bite and suck on him so hard you could feel a spark tickle your lips, and he’d whine even louder than how he was before. It wasn’t your intention to hurt him, though, just by accident; although, he seemed to enjoy the pain. So for now, you didnt let it bother you.

Within a few minutes later, he got exhausted of having his neck played with and softly pushed your head away. Erratic and labored breathing emitted from his mouth, along with a string of drool that had sneakily made its way down the corner of his lips. You took this opportunity to see the work you have done; bite marks everywhere, a few exposed wires, and of course, an expression mixed of exhaustion and ecstasy.

“Had enough?” You watched him regain his posture again. He kept an arm around you, pulling you back in close if you tried to step away, clearly not letting you even have a chance of leaving him turned on.

“I need more than this.” He breathed exhaustedly. With a swift movement, he nabbed your wrist and guided your hand to his crotch. You grabbed him without another word said for you to do so.

“How much?”

Growls and rumbles of affection continued to come from him as he was touched. He kept humping into your hand, not wanting to be edged at the moment. He wanted pleasure immediately.

“More,” A simple reply dripping with desperation. You pulled your hand away when he rocked his hips faster.

“If you want me to make you cum so badly, you’ll have to make me.”

His fist locked onto your wrist with an iron grip. He lead it back to his crotch, but this time, more directly to his belt. Shakily, you took the initiative to undo the buckle, then undo the button and zipper of his pants.

“You will help me cum, one way or another.” His other hand began to undo whatever obstacles were in the way of him accessing your exposed crotch as well.

“V-very well.” The belt slid out of the loops and clanged against the floor. Nervously, wondering what he would feel like, you pulled him out of his boxers as if you were doing an unboxing video. He was well-designed, and had a unique look; not a direct copy of a humanoid cock, but looked pretty similar in general shape. The color palette matched the rest of his body, obviously, and even had a leaking tip. He could produce a natural lube..

Hesitantly, your hand found its grip and began to slowly stroke the girth helped form with a couple thick cable-like structures on the side, swirling up the shaft to also aid with texture. The small design of RGB lighting along it was also a bit of a nice touch.

Complimenting your movements, he had began to rub your slit up and down with a couple fingers at the same pace you were stroking him. The both of you exchanged heavy breaths together.

“What’s the matter? You look quite hot and bothered.” His fingers pushed up in the slightest to rub your clit. Your legs wrapped around his hand as you squirmed with pleasure. In the same instance, you had squeezed his cock as well, and made him give you a little whimper. He freed his hand, and went to remove your clothing that was in the way.

Still backed up against the wall, he slid until he hit the floor. You had sat along with him, spreading your legs back open apologenically. Then, he realized he also had to take off his pants as well since he took off yours. He had pulled them down and down, all the way to his ankles. Now, the two of you could sit in the same butterfly-like position, as well as better access to each other’s areas.

The first opportunity he took in his new comfortable position was to go right back to rubbing your clit with his finger. Its mainly soft surface mimicked that of a humanoid’s finger almost perfectly, down to even having fingertips. This made it so it felt incredible for him to rub you, even better than which a human could do.

You tried to keep up with all the good things he was doing to you, attempting to keep up your end of the silent deal by squeezing and stroking his dick at a quicker pace than before, watching as it twitched in pleasure at your touch.

“Good, very good, I’m enjoying how this is going.”

You had now very quickly began to build up a climax, nearly stopping everything to feel him flicking and rubbing your clit at just the right speed and angle to make you nearly collapse. He didnt seem to mind that you stopped playing with him, so he could focus on making you cum. And his fingers could work wonders..

Then, finally, a wave of pleasure hit your body like a rocket, and you spasmed and contorted with the overwhelming sensations. Although you already came, he kept rubbing.

“What? Did you think I was going to stop right there? I still need to cum, too. And I wont stop until I do.” A faint smile spread across his face. “Hop to it.”

You could barely even move your legs because of how much pleasure you were in. Now you just kept twitching and spasming uncontrollably while moans, cries, and whimpers left your poor, overstimulated body. You wernt used to being pushed beyond your orgasm, so it was all so overwhelming.

Shaking and fighting the overstimulation, you gripped him firmly once more, making sure to feel him up nicely, taking in that unique texturized feel. You couldnt imagine trying to take him inside you.. Shaking away the thought of him pumping your insides while you screamed for him, you remained focused on stroking him and helping him cum. This is what you got for not upholding your end of the deal; and he was punishing you for it.

You had quickly found out the head of his cock was the most sensitive, so you spent a lot of your time fucking with that area, and the results were pleasing; he kept twitching and spasming himself at your touch. Seeing his legs shake and spasm uncontrollably while you pumped him quickly was also satisfying to see.

Recognizing he was starting to build up for his climax, you kept at a steady, thorough and fast pace until he came, groaning quietly in a pathetic manner, along with a thick substance of his own cum dripping and oozing from him. Relief quickly overcame you as he stopped rubbing you finally. And he could produce quite a lot of cum too, all running down his shaft and down his inner thighs, even down to his ass. You wondered if something bad could happen if any of the artificial cum got stuck there, so you went to move..

“Hah.. Dosent that feel good?” His eyes found you bending over to get your mouth near his cock.

“Hmm? What are you doing, my little toy?”

You wrapped your mouth around his head and sucked, then moved on to licking and cleaning up all around his cock. He got twitchy with overstimulation just like you did, spasming occasionally. His hand held the back of your head as you cleaned him all up.

“That mouth of yours will always feel so good on me..” He ran a hand through your hair as you backed up to sit up once more, he now being all cleaned up by your tongue.

“Do you think yours will also feel good on me?” You asked in return. Your hands went to massage his thighs.

“Do you want to find out?” His hands had also begun to massage your own thighs.

“Of course. What kind of question is that?”

He lifted your body up and set it next to him on the floor still, and spread your legs wide open and outward. He traced a finger along your pussy lips and slipped a couple fingers into your hole, while lowering his head to meet your slit.

You still hadn’t gotten used to the aftermath of your orgasm, so now the twitchiness was coming back..

And then..

Vantablack raised his head to turn towards a knock at the door. He closed your legs and had you lie still on the floor. He looked goofy when he went to stand with his pants at his ankles and cock dangling.

“Shit, Vanta, that door isnt locked..”

The door opened and your co-worker from earlier popped in. He looked right, then left the first thing walked in.

“Hey? You in here? Sorry for barging in, theres just one thing I forgot..”

The coworker turned to their left and seen him standing behind one of your couches. Apparently not hidden well enough to hide his naked lower side. But the dim lighting had aided you two, thankfully.

“Vantablack? Wheres Y/N?” The coworker didnt seem to notice him being half naked, or either that, they did, and just didnt care.

“Bathroom. What do you need to tell them?”

“Oh.. Uh… Well, this meant to be directly, yknow… Well, guess I’ll just tell you so you know. Try not to get a little.. Too intimate with them, alright? I know how you are, you horny little bastard.. Try containing yourself while I’m gone, please.”

“Oh, of course. Why dont you just disable that function, however?”

A quick and quiet mumble came from them as they turned to leave.

“Hey, listen, I’m proud of what I gave you..” And the tone returned to normal.

“Well, I’m leaving. Be good. And remember, control yourself!”

The door was shut. And as soon as it shut, Vantablack locked the doorknob. As he came back over to you, waddling, the only thing you stared at was his dick while he talked to you.

“Hmph. Well.. What do you think about that?”

“Dont care. Was going to do it regardless.”

“Well,” He got down to the same position before you two were interrupted.

“Let’s finish this up, then head off to sleep. You’ve got work tomorrow.”

( we hope this was enjoyable. We might make a part two leaving off from here. Please leave a comment or reblog if you desire a second part! You don’t have to, but it’s much appreciated.

- Boss/Anderson and Vandro )

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