#that'll be a fun surprise for her later

[eighthdoctor]

What about Lor'themar? He still talks to her and isn't incompetent. They're practically best friends by Horde standards.

Ehhhhh sort of. I'll pull the relevant Lor'themar quotes:

Sylvanas could command from the rear, but that’s what Lor’themar is for. She’s far too useful in the front lines to seclude herself, and she…trusts…Lor’themar. Mostly. Enough. He can handle command.

“Without you to lead? Who did you leave in command, Lor'themar?” “Who is a competent, if not inspired, general.”

Proudmoore snorts. “Would she listen to Lor’themar if he told her to fall back?” Under her eyes, the Stormwind infantry moves forward and the orcs charge without waiting for orders. To the rear of the Horde a figure just identifiable as Lor’themar begins gesticulating angrily. Geya’rah listens to Sylvanas because she values her own life. Lor’themar doesn’t inspire that sort of fear, and Geya’rah, like so many orcs, suffers from an excess of honor and a remarkable lack of sense. Grudgingly, Sylvanas says, “She would not.”

Will Baine and Lor’themar care enough about the Forsaken to support their position? She can’t say.

So what can we take from this?

Sylvanas is comfortable leaving Lor'themar in command of the Horde army, even though there's no real sin'dorei presence and so he's technically outside his bailiwick. She has faith (borne out in Interlude 1) that he won't get too creative or reckless and will do the best he can, but she also doesn't believe he can keep Geya'rah in line.

Overall: Pretty good confidence in Lor'themar as a military leader.

Unfortunately: Approximately zero confidence in Lor'themar's willingness to go out of his way to help the Forsaken.

In other words, Sylvanas trusts Lor'themar to help her when it's in his own best interest. She does NOT trust him to do anything even moderately inconvenient that would benefit her, which is fair because he wouldn't.

Trust is easy when you're trusting someone to do something that benefits them. It's much, much harder when you're hoping they'll put themselves at risk to help you.

#blorbos from my games #the power to manipulate belief #asks for ts #Anonymous #also shoutout to sylvanas being unsure if baine would support the forsaken #guess who doesn't know he's on a boat right now #that'll be a fun surprise for her later #worth remembering that at this point in bfa literally every horde leader EXCEPT geya'rah (hysterically) #is at least privately considering What If A Different Warchief #this includes lor'themar #(and thalyssra. who has instead been nerdsniped into helping.) #anyway so to come back to the original ask: #in addition to the obvious reason to not date lor'themar (wrong gender) sylvanas is also not willing to be vulnerable around him #she knows that he'll use that against her if things go badly enough #while with jaina she can't. not. she STILL thinks jaina would use it against her but she can't stop herself #she also KNOWS that lor'themar thinks she's vaguely unstable #(this is to be fair to him a vast step up from everyone else who wouldn't use 'vaguely' there) #she knows he is waiting for her to go fully insane; to be the scourge again #(SHE is waiting to become the scourge again; it's that or the maw) #so the idea that now. now we're getting to jaina looking at sylvanas and SEEING HER AS SHE IS. #not as she was; not as rumors; not as her worst actions #just as a complicated and deeply traumatized person #THATS super new

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Muggle Activities

masterlist

pairing: tom riddle x female reader

warnings: fluff, kissing, a snippet of protective/jealous tom

summary: you finally convinced tom to go to a carnival with you

a/n: guyss i have a small something planned when i get just a few more followers and im excited :) also i have no clue what the cost of the wristbands are so i just made up a price.

song: best song ever - one direction

"I cannot believe I agreed to this," Tom aggressively sighs.

"You did it because you love me." You stand on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek.

He lowly grumbles something along the lines of, "Yeah, yeah."

You were wearing a pastel blue, knee length sundress. Along with a matching pastel blue ribbon holding your hair back behind your head.

Tom was dressed in black dress pants and white button up. His put his hands in his pants pockets and you grabbed his elbow, pulling him to the ticket stand.

The elder woman looks at you two, "Hello."

You smile at her and fidget with one of the rings on Tom's finger. "Hi! Um, may we please have two wristbands?"

"Sure, that'll be $65."

You go to take the money from your purse but Tom grabs your wrist and shakes his head. He pulls his wallet out and hands her the money.

Before you came, you and Tom went to change some of your wizard currency into muggle money.

You sigh and look at him, "Why do you never let me pay. I feel bad, you're always spending money on me."

He leans over as the lady moves to grab the wristbands. "Who's to say I don't enjoy spoiling you, darling?"

You blush and mumble, "Well, thank you."

"Alright, here you go, enjoy."

You thank the woman and excitedly move away from the stand to put the bands on. "May I see your wrist, sir?"

"Yes, ma'am."

He holds out his wrist and you put it on, he then does the same for you.

"Alright! Where should we go first?"

Tom looks around and shrugs, "I don't know, you're the one who's familiar with these things."

"Hm, let's start with... Zero Gravity!" You grab his hand and start walking towards the ride.

"Do we have to go on rides?" Tom practically whines. "Why not those things over there?" You look at him and see him watching the carnival games. "Muggles think this stuff is fun?" Tom asks as he looks at the ride that swings back and forth as people scream.

"Yep! Oh and don't worry we'll do the games. After a few rides," you grin. "Come on."

You make it to the line and to your surprise, the line was decently short, so you were able to get onto the ride quickly.

You two stand next to each other and the ride starts a minute later, spinning so fast that you two are pushed back against the padding behind you.

After it stops, you two walk off and stand out of the way. "So! How was your first ride experience?"

"It was... nauseating. I don't know what the point of that was."

"I think it was fun!" You bounce on your feet and look up at his hair which got a bit messed up.

You reach your arms up and comb your fingers through his hair, neatening it.

"If anyone else were to touch my hair, I-"

"You would use an unforgivable curse, blah blah blah."

"You know me too well," he gives you a boyish grin. He puts his arm on your shoulders and turns you. Running his fingers through your hair and tightening your bow.

"Thanks, love," you kiss his hand. "Okay, next let's go on the swings!"

He nods and follows you like a lost puppy, although if anyone were to say that they wouldn't have a tongue to say anything again.

You two show your wristbands and find your seats. The ride begins and the swings start going around as it rises into the air. Tom has to admit it's a good view since it's nighttime and everything is lit up.

It spins for about two more minutes before slowing and going low again. When it's stopped you turn to Tom, "That was great, wasn't it?"

He shrugs as you both unhook the straps, "I don't know if I would use that word, but it wasn't bad." You walk over to him and take his hand in yours, walking through the exit. "Where to now, angel?"

You bite the inside of your cheek. "How about that roller coaster?"

He looks at where you're pointing and starts to shake his head immediately. "No. Abso-bloody-lutely not."

"Come on Tom! It's not that bad." You start pulling him and you look back at him, "It's practically the same things as the Gringotts Mine Cart."

"I suppose."

You wait a bit on the line and get put in your own cart. You hold his hand and put your free hand on his bouncing knee. "Don't be nervous, love."

He scoffs, "I'm not nervous."

You narrow your eyes at him, "Mhm."

The ride starts and you go all directions at a great speed. It goes in loops and goes up before it drops.

You look over at Tom and see his eyes closed. You smile and poke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at you when you laugh, "You're so cute."

He doesn't have time to scold you for calling him cute because the cart takes a sharp turn before going back to where you started.

The man running the ride comes and lifts the bars. You two step out and go down the stairs. "That was amazing," you lean against Tom's side.

"Whatever you say, darling."

"Okay, why don't we get some cotton candy and then play a few games. It's already 10:45."

"Okay," he kisses your head. You two walk over and purchase two cotton candy and then walk to one of the games.

"Tom! I need to win a fish! The poor things are probably miserable in those tiny bags."

"Okay only one though because I don't think Hogwarts allows pet fish."

"Bloody hell," Tom says holding two large buckets full of bagged fish.

"I can't leave them to die in there!"

"As much as I love how caring you are, was winning thirty-four fish necessary?"

"Yes, Tom. That lady was nice enough to let me play for almost twenty minutes. Okay! Next game."

You two walk up to the game with darts you throw to pop small balloons on the wall.

You smile at the guy working the game. He seemed about your age. "Hi!"

He looks up from his phone and Tom places the buckets on the ground. "Hey," he says, lips curving into a small smirk.

"Mind if I play once?" You ask, handing him a five dollar bill.

"Not at all," he winks and hands you three darts. You hand two to Tom and keep the last one.

Tom throws his, popping two balloons. You throw the last one and pop a balloon.

"Great aim," the guy says. "Pick whatever."

You glance around, spotting something before turning to Tom. "That looks like Novalie," you beam at him, referring to your owl. Tom looks behind you and sees the guy looking quite low in a place he certainly shouldn't be.

He turns you around and wraps an arm around your shoulder while he glares at the guy, "We'll take the owl," he says coolly.

The guy grabs it and hands it to you with a charming smile. He opens his mouth but Tom cuts him off, starting to walk away. "Let's go, sweetheart."

You glance back at the guy who's watching you two walk away. "Bye, thank you! Oh, the fish!"

"I'll get them, wait here." Tom walks over and picks up the buckets. You see him lean over and mumble something to the guy who looks like he's seen a ghost.

You hit his arm when he gets to you, "What did you say to the poor guy?"

"Nothing," he says.

"Didn't look like nothing to me."

"Nothing that you should hear."

"Tom."

"Don't 'Tom' me. We should get going, don't you want to get the fish a thing to live in?"

"A fish tank?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, luckily I saw a place called 'PetSmart' on our way here. I'm going to buy so many decorations for it."

You two walk to the car and put the fish on the floor in the back. You two sit down and as soon as you put your seatbelt on, Tom's lips are on your.

He puts his hand on the back of your neck and holds you in place.

You put a hand on his arm and the other on his shoulder. He bites your bottom lip and you lightly gasp. He slides his tongue in your mouth and slides his against yours.

You kiss him for another few seconds and then pull back breathing heavy. "Goodness me, Tom."

"I love you, you know that?"

You furrow your eyebrows, "Of course I do. I love you, too."

"You wouldn't leave me, right?"

"Tom," you peck his lips. "Never in eternity would I leave you."

"Okay. Let's go get that fish tank," he puts a hand on your thigh and starts driving.

#nina writes 🤭💗 #tom riddle #tom riddle fluff #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle oneshot #tom riddle blurb #tom riddle fanfic #tom marvolo riddle #harry potter #fluff #tom riddle imagine #harry potter x you #hogwarts #harry potter fanfic #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fluff #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔼𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ another fic just for myself to enjoy! Honestly somehow I'm just a bit fan of Lyney with emotionless!reader/reader who has trouble showing emotions, and I couldn't find fic like that anywhere so... I made it! ^^ It feels so short but... I had fun!

I simp for Lyney sm I had to

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ even before you two got together Lyney as a magician, naturally wanted to being at least a small smile to your face

✧ but when he did his bestest tricks and saw no emotion... he got a bit stressed... maybe you'd crack a smile or surprise at his performance at the opera?

✧ he definitely gave you free ticket at least first time and for the whole show, his eyes were on you. And if he was in the box, Lynette had her eye on you so she could later tell her brother if you crack an emotion

✧ the problem he had with you made you meet more and more often, and before he knew it, he fell for you!

✧ when you finally got together, not much changed except he only tried more

✧ now he me may even get a little jealous if you smile at someone else! Unless it'll be at the movie you're watching with him, then he won't mind that much

✧ but he's not showing you tricks 24/7, it'd loose it's charm so quickly!

✧ instead he does like a big and unexpected trick every month and small one trick daily

"And wuala! Rabbit just for you~ I know how much you wanted so... Eh?! Just thanks and no smile?! That's alright. I'll just have to prepare something better next time~"

✧ but just know this man won't give up at trying his best at making you smile, you're now his motivation to become the best magician in Teyvat that'll be able to make even you smile

✧ but he won't force you, he wants to see genuine smile and not the fake one, he might even see through your act and call you out on that, not in a mean way but in a "I won't accept faking!" way

✧ if he does somehow succeed at making you smile, you'll see the cutest smile on his face and he may even cry from happiness a bit!! so just let him hug you for a minute or hour after such a win

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your charming magician~

#genshin #genshin impact #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney #lyney x reader #genshin lyney x reader #genshin lyney #fluff #genshin fluff #headcanons #genshin headcanons

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

“Just friends..?”

Warnings: smut, kinda sorta angst? not really tbh (dom nat 🤭🤭)

Words: 1,296

AN: This is basically FWB Nat and R in the beginning <3

You breathe heavily, collapsing on the bed. “Uh- Y/n I have to go.” she says, putting her clothes back on. “Mhm. Yeah that's fine Nat.” you force a smile, waving goodbye to her.

“Remember, don't fall in love.”

5 words replay in your head, over and over again, completely forgetting about all your surroundings until-

“Agent Y/l/n, you are needed in the meeting room.” you hear FRIDAY say. “Of course I am.” you huff, putting your clothes back on and exiting your room.

“Ah! Y/n you made it, wonderful. Take a seat!” you glare at Tony, taking a seat. “So ladies and gentlemen, I have cleared all missions from your schedules tomorrow night.” you furrow your brows, looking over at everyone starting to complain and bicker.

“Uh no, there will be no such thing as disagreeing. Tomorrow I am throwing a party!” you roll your eyes. “When do you not?” you overhear from the other side of the table.

“I.. am going to ignore that question. Everyone is going. No questions asked. Bring a date if you have one.” Tony leaves the room, as well as the others.

You wake up the next day, walking into the kitchen. Looking over you see Wanda talking with Steve about something, and Peter- on a call with MJ?

“Whatever.” you mutter to yourself, opening the fridge to grab some water. Closing it you see Natasha directly in front of you, causing you to step back. “God! Natasha- a little warning please?” “I would but.. where's the fun in that?” she winks.

“Hey! Y/n, anything happening? Got a date for tonight's party?” Wanda nudges your shoulder, winking at you. “No.. no dates.” you laugh it off, sipping the water.

“Aw, well.. I do plan on helping you pick out a dress.” she gets up, waving goodbye. “Wanda I- am perfectly capable of dressing myself.. and she's gone.” you walk back into your room, not having anything else to do.

“Hey.” you look up from your laptop, seeing her. “Hey Nat.” she sits on the bed next to you. “Wanna do something?” she tries to lift your top off, kissing your neck. “Um.. Natasha I don't think–”

“Why, what's wrong?” she looks at you. “Would you maybe.. wanna go to the party as my date?” she almost immediately takes her hands off of you, getting up.

“No! No- just, just because we have sex sometimes doesn't mean this means anything.” hurt flashes across your face, nodding. “Of course not- I just meant..” you get up from the bed, standing up next to her.

“Y/n no. This. This doesn't mean anything okay?” she walks to the door, turning back to look at you. “We're just friends.” she leaves the room.

A few hours later, Wanda comes in your room holding dresses up. “Y/n. You are gonna love thisss– oh no.. honey are you okay?” she drops the dresses on the bed, walking closer to you.

“Yeah- yeah I'm fine.” you croak out. “Well.. wanna hear something that'll get you a bit happy?” you nod, confused. “I heard, that.. Carol might ask you to go as her date.” you widen your eyes in surprise. “Really?” she nods.

“Is that a 'yes Carol I'd love to go with you'?” she bats her lashes, mocking you. You laugh, nodding your head. “Yes! I mean It's not like anyone else would ask me.” she picks the dresses up, “You know I'd ask you if Vis hadn't have.”

“So.. how's the black one?” she holds up a slightly revealing but modest black dress. “I love it.” she squeals, throwing the dress at you. “Put it on. Right nowwww.”

You go into the bathroom, putting it on. “Hm?” you give a little twirl, showing the full dress to her, walking out of the bathroom. “If Carol saw you right now.” she says.

“Oh my god- no. If anyone saw you right now.” you smile, hitting her playfully. “I look that good?” “Uh yes. Actually stay still I'm posting this.”

You look at her, confusion displayed on your face as she takes out her phone to take a picture. “You're stunning, I have to go get ready, parties at 8. I told Carol you said yes.” you slowly nod your head, processing all she said. “Bye Y/n, love you.” she leaves your room.

You finish getting ready, hearing a knock on your door. “Y/n! You- you look beautiful.” Carol holds out a rose, you thank her, smiling as you take it. “Thanks Carol. You don't look too bad yourself.”

You two make it to the party in time, hand in hand. “Y/n damn girl!” Sam comments, “Thank you..” you laugh slightly, walking up to the bar.

“Y/n I'm gonna go talk to the guys, I'll be back.” you smile at her, not seeing Natasha take a seat next to you.

“Y/n I'm sorry for earlier today I–” you interrupt, “It's fine. It doesn't matter now Nat.” giving her a reasurring smile. “It.. doesn't?”

You shake your head, bringing your glass to take a sip of the drink. “Mhm. I actually got asked out by Carol.” she felt hurt.

'why?' she thought.

“Oh- really? That's nice.” she places a hand on your shoulder, smiling before she left to talk with Wanda or something.

“Wanna dance?” Carol takes your hand helping you up. “Um- sure.” you laugh nervously as she pulls you to the dance floor.

She grabs onto your waist, swaying to the music. Looking down at you, she says “How long have you been in love with her?” you spin, pressing your back to her, as she tightens her grip on your waist.

“Wha- how did you know?” she presses your ass against her body. “It's pretty obvious.” she chuckles. “I'm sorry Carol I just..” she hums in response. “It's okay, plus- she looks mad.” she says, causing you to glance at Natasha.

Widening your eyes, “I should go- talk to her.” “Yeah you should. And hey- good luck.” you smile at her, squeezing her hand before leaving.

You walk out of the party, following her into the hallways. “Natasha!” she stops. “What's your problem?” she turns to look at you.

She sighs, rubbing her temple. “You are.” you gasp quietly, looking up at her. “What do you mean?” “Y/n you make me feel things I don't know how to feel.”

.... “Then.. let me help you feel them.” you move closer to her, locking your lips with hers. Letting out soft moans, she pins you against the wall.

Deepening the kiss, she pulls back to look into your eyes. You nod, giving consent. She brings your legs up to wrap around her waist, pushing her thighs to your core.

“You're so wet dekta.. is it for me or her?” she rasps out, you let out an embarrassing whimper. “You! Natasha.. it's all for you please.” she smirks, bringing her hand up, slipping between your thighs.

You moan desperately at her touch, craving more. Without hesitation she shoves two fingers into your pussy, rubbing your clit with another. “Fuck! Natasha..” you moan out.

“Shh.. baby, you don't want anyone hearing hm?” you gasp, feeling her thrust in deeper. “Ngh- Tasha I don't care—” she cuts you off, kissing you passionately, silencing your loud moans.

“Mmph—” she slips in her tounge into your mouth, you buck your hips forward, taking her fingers in deeper. You widen your eyes, gasping in pleasurement.

She breaks the kiss. “Kotenok are you close?” you nod your head. “Then cum for me Y/n.” you scream, gripping onto her shoulders as you came.

Breathlessly, she looks down at you. “Look at you.. you're so beautiful. Come on let's get you taken care of in my room.” she pulls you into her room, closing and locking the door.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha marvel #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov

[bigfatbreak]

Hey so bit of a strange question. I know you’ve said that all your characters (Gabriel excepted) are to be considered bisexual unless stated otherwise. My question is, how many of them are out? Like, if/when Marinette starts dating Kagami, is the fact that Kagami is a girl going to be something that anyone considers surprising about Mari? I imagine the fact that it’s her former crush’s ex is going to be noteworthy but I’m just wondering if Marinette is openly bi (or realizes that herself yet).

this is a good question! Marinette is one of those girls who finds herself making goo-goo eyes at another girl and thinks its gotta be admiration, because it feels very different than having a crush on a boy. This is becuase all love is different anyway, and she's going to have a fun weird time realizing her puppydog crush on adrien is going to feel very different than her crush on Felix and/or Kagami. the first point of reference is going to be how different her crush felt on Luka, but that'll all be later on - it takes her a little bit to realize a lot of this stuff.

In short, she's not openly bi bc she doesn't realize she's bi yet, and when the girls become options there will be hijinks to be had

#replies

[nrdmssgs]

Can you do a soap fic where a new girl gets transferred and she’s also a sergeant and she’s short and really bitchy, soap flirts with her and she never fails to reply within an insult or a snarky comment?

Masterlist Pairing: SoapXReader TWs: no AN: I took forever, I know, sorry.

The first thing, you thought of, seeing how people gather around Soap, how attentively they catch every bit of phrase covered with thick accent, how eager are they to become part of the next mischief, his mind plotting, is a Kelpie. By no means you were superstitious, but you remember well, what your granny told you: these Scottish demons are nothing but deception, temptation and constant shapeshift, hiding under calm water surface and dragging anyone, reckless enough to trust them, to the depths of cold northern lakes.

You had enough of 'shape-shifters': you were fed up with friendly looking lads, being all sweet around you, only to find out your soft spots and use them against you. So when his smile sparkles too close to your secluded corner of a bar counter - you frown automatically

"Oi, wee-one, what are you doing here all alone, while all the fun happens elsewhere?" That shit eating grin is too familiar. It only portends lies and mockery.

"Daydreaming of your smooches, Sergeant." You know, this man will start flirting with you today sooner or later: after all, he always does. So instead of fearing it coming - you decide on leading this train wreck.

"A'm sa-a-a-a-ae flattered." Johnny can speak British, very much so, when he needs it. But he must be too used to everyone falling for his accent. So he decides to torture your fogged mind with his gibberish.

"And a`m sa-a-a-a-ae lying." You can't hold back a little aping to make this moment even more harsh for him. But that'll teach him.

From your very first day on the base, this man decided, that his holy duty from now on was to haunt you with his flirtatious comments and stupid jokes. You ignored him once, then twice... on his fifth 'strike' you decided, you had enough and fought back. None of Johnny's line remained unanswered by you ever since.

Your rebuffs usually helped for some time. Today it won you fifteen minutes of peace. Because after that Soaps face reappears on the horizon with a jolly 'Anyway, Sg, hae any plans for t`night?'

"Oh, I have one plan, buddy. The first part of it is to not share the other part with the people, I don't want anywhere around me. So lemme guess, this is the moment, you are asking me about the second part?" You talk loud enough, so that not only Johnny, but the whole group of dumbheads enamored by him, hears you.

"I guess, nae, but if you want me to... What's with the second part?" Slowly but surely the damned accent leaves his speech.

"I can't, love, I'm tied up by the first part." Any person, not familiar with Soap would shame you for such a strong reaction. But you knew better, and soon he only proved you right.

"So someone is into restraining? Ah kin just happen tae know a thing or twa aboot this..." You are in mere seconds from snapping right back at him, but he manages to switch your attention to some completely unrelated question.

And just like that you lose concentration for a moment only to find yourself walking down the street with MacTavish and his company. His speech is all honey and velvet with notes of cheerful laughter. Man shouldn't possess so much charm - it is simply unfair. Yet, here he is - all bubbly and so tempting and warm.

Your group turns onto a quiet road, lit by one streetlamp. "Hey, look up!" calls the voice of one of the soldiers, and you lift your head. There is a soda can on the flat lid of the lantern. God only knows how it got there. You're not even surprised when Johnny asks right next to your ear who's ready to knock down the can on the first try. You just turn to him and clarify, “If I do this, can I ask you for anything?”

Soap nods enthusiastically, and before he can add something about the fact that you can always ask him for anything and without any bets, you pick up a pebble from the pavement.

"Watch and learn, Sergeant." You smirk and throw a pebble. The sound of an empty can hitting the asphalt echoes down the street.

Others cheer your victory, when Johnny leans closer and nods with a face of a defeated one.

"Sae what shuid it be, darlin'?"

That smirk. He is trying to look happy even after he lost. Lying scoundrel. Oh, you'll wipe that smirk off his face.

"You seem very proud of your country?" You can't help, but smile, as Soap nods and moves even closer, invading your personal space. So you go on.

"And very proud of that hairstyle of yours... How about we combine your two biggest sources of pride, Johnny." Some soldiers start getting your idea and you hear a few muffled laughs. But Soap doesn't get it till you specify, "Lets paint this mohawk. Blue and white sounds patriotic enough for you, MacTavish?"

If anyone asked you to name the highlight of that day - it was it. Shining smile disappearing from Soaps face, his head ducking, his eyes looking for something under his own boots. He looked lost... But only for a moment.

"Aye. Will need yer help though, wee-one."

For some time, you forget about this evening. Work and duty are quite effective at helping you to put aside any life outside debriefs, trainings and missions. That is, however, only until one late evening, when Soap appears on the threshold of your room with a towel and a pair of tubes of hair dye.

"Sergeant MacTavish keeps his word. Always." These words you hear from a tiny bathroom, where you wash your hands.

He welcomes your return to your room with a bare torso. You try to not look, but one brief glance is enough for his sculpted six-pack, ribs covered with a thin web of scars and tanned broad shoulders to be forever ingrained in your memory. Scoundrel. Seducer. Kelpie. You turn away almost immediately.

"Out of my room. Now!"

"Naw-naw-naw-naw, ye got me wrong! Ah juist dinnae want ma tshirt to get goosed!" He started babbling as quickly as if his life depended on it. So you take a deep breath and nod.

"Ok-ok, calm down!" You come closer to him and brush your fingers through Johnny's dark hair, trying to understand, where should you begin.

It's so strange to see his face not somewhere above, not even on your eye level, but somewhere below. For the first time, you notice the faint freckles on his face, the dark edges of his incredibly blue eyes, the small wrinkles. That all brings you a very strange thought: maybe there are people out there, who know soft and vulnerable Johnny, maybe there are people, whom he will never fail, never betray. You personally can't have a luxury of trusting your colleagues so much as to let them be close to you. But maybe there are people, that trust these eyes and find comfort in these arms.

Your hands fall down. "You know what, Johnny, consider the deed done... To hell ruining your hair, your self-esteem. Forget, we even had this bet, it's stupid."

"Whaaa? Naw, bonnie, it is hilarious! I want this! With ye only! And ah trust ye." He catches your hands and eagerly places them back into his surprisingly soft hair, making sure, your fingers drown in the mohawk fully and touch his scalp. There is not a single note of mockery in his voice - only plea to keep going and trust, endless trust in you - the person, who always had a few sharp words ready for any his attempt to approach you.

You feel guilt stinging you from the inside.

"Ok, I'll do it. But I must warn you - I don't have a single idea, what am I doing. And this will probably turn out ugly."

Soap only keeps nodding, not looking away from your eyes for a moment. His eyes shine with obedience and anticipation.

Not knowing it yet, you are slowly drowning in deep waters, dragged by a Scottish demon. Your very own Kelpie.

#cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #cod soap #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #soap x y/n #soap fluff #soap fanfic #cod fluff #soap cod #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #soap x you #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mctavish x reader

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hi, and welcome to my Steve Rogers Masterlist. It is nice to welcome you to my little corner of Tumblr! 💙

On this Masterlist, you will find all my series, one shots, requests, and AU's that will include fluff, smut, and angst, but each story will have its own appropriate warnings. If you'd like to check out what other characters/people I write for, you can check out my Main Masterlist.

For now, I hope you will have fun with all the things I have written so far! 💙

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||  Angst ~ 🥀  ||  Fluff ~ 💙  ||  Smut ~ 🔥  ||  Blue title ~ 1K+ notes  ||

Learn to live with the consequences || 🥀 💙 You come out of a mission with a lot more than you bargained for, but you couldn't be happier with how everything turned out in the end.

Little bubbles || 💙 🔥 You're getting married to the love of your life, and find out you're expecting not too long after. The journey to finally hold your little baby in your arms isn't quite the way the two of you had hoped, but all three of you get out stronger on the other side.

Expanding the family || 💙 You and Steve have been enjoying a beautiful life together ever since Steve retired from is post as Captain America and an Avenger. Now that you have more free time on your hands, it's the perfect time to add a furry friend to the family you've built together.

Special treatment || 🥀 💙 After being retired for 5 years, Steve asks you to join the Avengers on a mission. You ask him not to give you any special treatment, but he feels very protective over you and can't help but keep an eye on you throughout the whole mission.

Misunderstanding || 🥀 💙 You were working out when you got approached by a new agent. He wanted to ask you out on a date, but before he could, Steve suddenly appeared by your side. When the agent realizes you were already seeing him, he practically ran out of the gym.

Protecting my best friend || 🥀 💙 All of the Avengers are going to a bar, and Steve is keeping a close eye on the man who is trying to get your attention. He is trying his hardest to keep his cool, but he won't hesitate to intervene when things go too far, and you're getting uncomfortable.

Always on my mind || 🥀 💙 You have constantly been on Steve's mind since joining the Avengers. He can't seem to get you off his mind since you came back from California, and he wonders if you want to go out with him. When he finally gathers all his courage, he is taken aback by your answer and wonders if asking you out is a mistake.

We'll always protect you || 🥀 💙 Steve's dream has always been to become a Dad, and suddenly, that opportunity seems closer than he could ever have envisioned. When a little girl is abandoned in front of the Avengers Compound, he can't help but take an immediate liking to her, and he feels the urge to keep her safe no matter what.

Reading nook || 💙 You recently moved into a new house that'll accommodate you and your growing family, but your one wish in the new house has yet to come true. You've wanted a reading nook for a long time, and when you're away on business, Steve decided to surprise you by making the reading nook of your dreams.

Forever yours || 💙 Anyone close enough to Steve knows he has two love languages. One being physical touch, the other being the gift of small presents. Steve never fails to surprise you when he gifts you something that you only spoke about once in a throwaway comment, and it makes you appreciate him even more than you already did.

Off Limits || 🥀 💙 🔥 || UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Interpreted Romance || 🥀 💙 🔥 || ON HIATUS

Betrayed || Part 1 & Part 2 || 🥀 💙 🔥 [ Part 1 ]You're the latest addition to the Avengers, and Steve takes on a bet behind your back that he wouldn't be able to take your virginity. When you find out about the bet a few weeks later, you lose it and your superpowers rise to their full potential.

[ Part 2 ] It has been a few weeks since you found out about the bet the guys placed on Steve taking your virginity. You haven't been back to the Compound since, but now that you're back you will not hesitate to make life absolute hell for each and every one of the guys who were involved.

Mornin' Captain! || 💙 🔥 You and Steve are enjoying a comfortable Monday morning at home, spending the entire morning in each other's arms while thinking about nothing but each other and the little life growing inside you. The two of you could get used to this and are starting to plan a life with your little human inside your belly.

Dancing in the street || 🥀 💙 Steve hasn't been himself lately, so he returns to his roots and goes to the part of New York he grew up in. As he's strolling around Brooklyn, he suddenly spots you dancing in the middle of a crosswalk, and he can't help but smile at your enthusiasm. When he gets pulled into a dance, he lets himself go and dances with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

Listen || 🥀 🔥 Working together with your ex is already difficult enough, but the fact that you're sleeping in the bedroom next to him isn't much better. Since the two of you have broken up, Steve has brought home many women, and you are starting to lose sleep because they keep making too much noise. When you try to get Steve to stop, the conversation takes an unexpected turn, and you end up in his bed again.

#masterlist #steve rogers #captain america

[astoldbychae]

I want all the evens of the Lovey Dovey questions for Messiah even tho he doesn't deserve it

Not even tho he doesn't deserve it *flatlines*...He's tryna call you twinny...He needs you to take him off of Do Not Disturb. 🤣

♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know?

Yes, Angel and [redacted]. He knows Angel does and has been in his feelings about their break up for some time now. As for [redacted]...No, he doesn't. He thinks she forgot about him after all these years. Who this is will be revealed at a later date...*grinch smile*

♥ (04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates?

He's not big on surprises. Although they are most likely innocent & thoughtful, in his erratic mind he feels like it's a set-up. He's done some things in his past and he's always on alert.

♥ (06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC?

For his birthday, Angel planned a baecation in Sulani. 3 days and 2 nights of good vibes, good food, and good sex! They would've stayed longer but he's very busy with running his clubs, so she had to use those few days to her advantage. [this wasn't a surprise, she had to tell him she wanted to take him somewhere far away for him to relax with just him & her...also she needed him to clear his schedule in advance LOL]

♥ (08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal?

He's been on the fence about being married. After he fucked up on Chana (his daughter Amiri's mother who he was engaged to years ago), He hasn't really thought about seriously settling down. Deep down He wants love but he tends to fuck it up (word to the Villainous Valentine aspiration).

♥ (10) What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love?

It used to be sex but as he's aged he's learned what real intimacy means, so quality time (especially since he's very busy, if he's clearing/shifting his schedule for you that's big for him). When he's in love, date night is important for him. He likes to do fun/adventurous things. He also enjoys giving gifts. If she has a dog, he's literally treating her dog as one of his children. That's one of the ways He got Angel, that dog LOVES him.

♥ (12) What do you love most about your OC?

I love that he's my wild card! He's got the Villainous Valentine aspiration with erratic, jealous, romantic, active, and family oriented traits. You just NEVER know what you're gonna get with him. Literally keeps me on my toes!

♥ (14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions?

Nah, no romantic traditions. Folding you up like a pretzel is what he considers a romantic tradition.🤦🏽‍♀️

♥ (16) What is your OC’s ideal first date?

Something adventurous and fun. If it's wild, that's a bonus! (Did I mention he has the Adrenaline Seeker lifestyle?)

♥ (18) Does your OC have a “type”?

He loves thick and curvy women with a nice set of lips...both sets. He's an ass man for sure but the hips & thighs is what drives him crazy. If she's short, that's also a plus!

♥ (20) How does your OC feel about public displays of affection?

He's here for it! All of it! He's freaky tho...so it's bound to turn him on and turn into something else.

♥ (22) How often does your OC read romantic literature?

If it's not about money or business (or his daughter's homework) baby boy is not reading about it. Lol

♥ (24) How does your OC determine that they’re attracted to someone?

If he can have deep conversations but also shoot the shit with you, that'll get him. If you have a sense of humor and a smart mouth...He's hooked!

♥ (26) Is your OC ever the first to say “I love you”?

Yes, when he was with [redacted] as a teen and next with his daughter's (Amiri) mother. He was actually engaged to her but she broke it off because he cheated with someone from one of his strip clubs and had a baby. He said it first to Angel also but it was when they were fuckin, so...at that time I don't know if he really loved her or if her coochie was just hella good. LMAO

So he definitely will if his heart is in it. He's romantic and has a tendency to fall in love hard when he does.

♥ (28) What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic?

Doing puzzles together. He LOVES puzzles!

♥ (30) What is your OC’s favorite romantic movie?

Love & Basketball. He knows it line for line!

#oc ask game #oc: messiah dino villareal #astoldbychae

[journey-to-the-attic]

Hi Kin. I wanted to ask, how did you manage things like writer's block or creative burnout while writing JTTA? I'm midway through a longfic now and it's kind of exhausting. I feel like I'm whining but I barely get any comments or asks or anything.

hi anon! honestly i'm not sure if i was the right person to ask this, because i... kind of didn't? as in, i didn't really have these problems - boring answer, i know!

i got lucky because i hit a sweet spot where the base story and characters were strong, but with just enough gaps in plot, worldbuilding, development, etc. such that the momentum of filling everything in carried me through the whole process. but there were definitely a lot of occasions where i sat there thinking "okay i have no idea what to do now"

in those cases, often i had to just step back and ruminate on it for a little while - i've pretty much constantly got little ideas bouncing around my head, and sometimes they hit each other like snowballs and form into more fully-fledged plot points, scenes, dialogue, so on. i try to keep track of these in notes apps, personal discord channels, etc, and dip into them if i'm stuck on something!

not sure if your fic is for obey me, but this could still apply even if not - with all the pop quizzes and devilgrams that put the characters in a bunch of new contexts, it's helpful seeing how that character's static vs dynamic traits persist/change depending on them, and often that'll give you inspiration as well. depending on what you've got available, you could browse through source material, or brainstorm aus, whichever you enjoy most

i'm really not sure HOW i've stuck with obey me for so long, but somehow it's just stuck with me. i don't remember being so invested in it before jtta, so that's probably why, but i just really love these guys, and i suppose that's why i never burnt out of it? i think it was also because i knew what story i wanted to tell, and i really wanted to make sure ik got her happy ending, and that carried me through as well

seriously, though - do take breaks. every writer's mileage varies, so take a step back whenever you need to. writing fics should be fun! sometimes it does feel like a chore, and it becomes more like 'the only thing i hate more than writing is not writing', but it happens to all of us. sometimes you've just got to rest until your second wind comes along

in terms of comments and such... yeah, it's a tough one! the unfortunate thing is that a vast majority of readers - even if they really enjoyed your writing! - won't leave a comment. don't take this as a direct reflection on your writing! often the reader can't think of what to say, is too shy, or quite simply forgot

again though... i'm not sure if i'm the best person to ask for advice here! i started publishing jtta without much expectation for an audience, given the genre of game it's written for, so any attention was more a nice surprise than anything. i suppose that, later on, when the fic was more well-established, i did start holding some expectation of response - and it really is tough when you don't get as much of one as you were hoping for

i've seen people talking about how the ask culture on tumblr has died down a lot in recent times, so i'm sure you're not the only one feeling like this! all i can suggest is trying to find more friends (mutuals?) and... networking, i guess? i've seen advice saying to share your fic within communities of writers, too

i can't honestly say if these things'll work, because i'm very bad about interacting with a wider fandom in anything - i usually keep to myself, so often i don't have much of an expectation for how and when people come chat. as in real life, i'm only a chatterbox when approached first haha

i'm not sure how helpful this has been, but i'm rooting for you! if you'd like to share your fic here, please do - though i understand if that's something you'd rather keep to yourself as well.

creating things is a joy - it might take some searching to find a circle, but the beauty of the internet is that you will, somewhere out there! wishing you the best ^^

#answering asks #anon asks

[fanficwritingcentral]

Dinner Dates (ao3 link)

Summary: Poseidon just wanted to have a nice candle lit dinner date with Paul, but with Sally coming home a little earlier than planned makes it a little harder. And does she really have to get Amphitrite involved?

So this was just a little idea I had, influenced by something I thought of years ago and I just wanna write it now. I don't think Sally, Poseidon and Paul are super in character but it is crack so its ok for them to be a little ooc.

Have fun 😘✌️

Poseidon sighed.

"You send my son on dangerous quests, have him fight your wars and now you come into my house and try to seduce my husband." Sally through her hands in the air with a look of such outrage that made Poseidon remember how much he still loved her.

"Sally," he started, "remember, Percy is my son too, and I do regret the troubles he's faced," - "troubles?!" - "troubles," Poseidon repeated louder over the top of Sally, "and I swear on me that it's not what it looks like."

She looked at him with a face that screamed are you serious and gestured at the candle lit dinning table in front of her set with red roses in a crystal vase and the most beautiful white porcelain plates he could get set at both ends. Paul sat on one end, watching him and Sally with wide eyes, with the thick high quality napkin on his lap that Poseidon placed there and the meat he was about to eat still on his golden fork.

Poseidon cleared his throat, "I mean to say, it is exactly what it looks like."

Sally put her face in her hands and screamed. She then started to take deep breaths and began to whispers, "ok, it's ok, this is fine, just fine."

Taking another deep breath she looked back up and walked over to Paul, grabbed his face and kissed him, which was, something. Yes, something. Seeing her hands reaching in Paul's hair, grasping and tugging on the short dark locks brought back memories of how Sally would kiss him like that, seventeen years ago. But seeing it on the outside like this, the woman he loved with the man he was interested in was definitely something. Something to definitely be explored. Later. Yes, later.

"Ahem," Poseidon cleared his throat and tapped his foot, he was a God, he was not meant to be ignored like this, no matter how distracting the scene in front of him was.

Sally released Paul who looked up at her with a loved up look that was understandable. Paul surprisingly was still holding onto the fork with his slice of meat.

"What did he do for it to come to this?" She asked Paul.

"He gave me whiteboard markers that will never run of of ink." Paul replied.

She nodded, "that'll do it."

"He's also offered to take me out for a boating trip."

"Of course he has." Sally sighed, and went to grap a notebook. Opening it up to a blank page she then clicked her pen and looked at Poseidon, "what are Lady Amphitrite's favourite foods."

Poseidon's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "Amphitrite is a Goddess, Sally, we eat ambrosia and drink nectar, rarely do we consume mortal food."

Sally sighed again, "I need something to work with Poseidon."

"Why would you need to know?"

"Well, if you are going to seduce my husband, then I may as well seduce your wife."

He blinked at her, "You want to seduce Amphitrite?"

She raised an eyebrow, "you don't think I can?"

"I believe you can, dear." Paul spoke up, looking up at his wife with such adoration.

Sally smiled down at him and gave him a small kiss on his lips, "thank you dear, I'm glad one of you believes in me," and shot a look at Poseidon over her shoulder.

"Sally, I very much believe you can do anything you put your mind to, even seducing my wife, but," and he looked at Paul who gave him a small charming smile, "does it have to be now? Can it not be later? Preferably tomorrow?"

Sally slowly rose back to her full height, "I come into my home, exhausted from my day out, to find my ex successfully seducing my husband and now I'm expected to go nicely and quietly away?"

Poseidon pursed his lips, "yes."

"I will not." Sally declared and sat herself in his chair, "you both will now help me plan out the most perfect romantic picnic set for the Queen of Atlantis."

She then took a stab at the salad Poseidon set for himself in his plate with his fork and ate it. Swallowing it she looked at them both with her pen poised ready for notes and said, "go."

Poseidon closed his eyes and Paul began to offer suggestions, this was going to be a long night.

#fanfiction #pjo #fanfic #percy jackson #poseidon #paul blofis #sally jackson #sally x poseidon #sally x paul #amphitrite #sally x Amphitrite #percy jackon and the olympians

[writerpeach]

Out of Bounds

Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader 3090 words ⚠ smut, mommy kink, eunbondage, subby!eunbi, public sex

Dedicated to the 👑 and leader of the subbi movement @iznsfw

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“Mommy looks so pretty today.” 

It was the distraction you needed, and Eunbi never saw it coming, not when it was the last thing she expected during a kiss. With ease, her delicate wrists were bound to the tree behind her, arms held high behind her head, and secured her in place. 

“Mommy looks really, really pretty, especially like this.” Looking in her eyes, you caressed her cheek with the back of your hand and flashed a reassuring smile. Eunbi didn’t know what to think, and she wasn’t even mad—just surprised by how easily she had fallen into your trap. 

But you knew that eventually you’d incur Eunbi’s wrath, when the expression on her pretty face screamed I’ll get you for this later. That road would be crossed later on, and you’d savor this moment for as long as possible. 

With no regrets, you leaned in and kissed Eunbi once more, while she tested her restraints and her wrists tugged back hard. As expected, there was little give, and she wasn’t going anywhere. For once, Eunbi was at your will, free to do with her what you would, and you planned on taking full advantage of that. 

Eunbi shuffled her feet and tried to find leverage, struggling against her restraints in a feeble attempt to break free, to no avail. She was just wasting her energy, and while you admired her efforts, it put a smile on your face a mile wide. “What's the matter, mommy? Not used to being tied up?”

You knew you were tempting fate by taunting her, but how could you not when she was all tied up for your mercy? A little teasing didn’t hurt, at least not until Eunbi got her revenge, but for now, you’d enjoy the fire in her eyes. 

“Mommy looks so cute in that outfit, don't you? It'd be so easy to just pull those huge tits out for anyone walking by to see them, wouldn’t it?”  

“Don't you dare, baby boy—” Eunbi said, breaking her frustrated silence. It was hard to wipe the smirk off your face, finally turning the tables on her. 

“Or what? Mommy will punish me? No, I think it’s about time I had some fun. But you can't really do anything about it, can you?”

You could get used to having the upper hand. The power it brought was so intoxicating, not to mention arousing, and it was easy to see why Eunbi liked it so much. An addiction formed right away, one that you demanded more of like the first hit of a new drug, but you were the dealer. 

So with a continued smile on your face, you untied the pink and blue plaid shirt Eunbi had on, opening it enough to grant access to her full chest, and groped her voluptuous breasts through the fabric of her white undershirt underneath. 

“Mommy is all mine today.” 

Eunbi didn’t say a word, but the lustful gaze that formed in her eyes spoke for her, and it said more than any sentence she could put together.

“B-baby…” she muttered out in a low tone, before you pulled her shirt up enough to expose her beautiful clothed breasts. Not long after that, you pulled them out of her bra, freeing them out of captivity. 

“There we go. Mommy has such perfect tits. They’re just so big, so heavy, and soft. They just fit so well in my hands, don’t they? I just wanna play with them all day mommy, can I?” 

Eunbi stayed silent, and it’s not exactly like she had a say in the matter, but the approving nod she gave was the green light you needed. Warm sunlight shone down like a spotlight on Eunbi's wonderful breasts, and you were more than eager to get the party started with a few strategic kisses placed on her creamy flesh. Your lips mapped out Eunbi’s tits and made contact on bare skin in just the right place, making imaginary x’s on her most tender areas, before you flicked one of her rosy pink nipples with your fingertip.

The soft moan that escaped Eunbi’s lips was music to your ears. 

“Oh, are mommy’s nipples extra sensitive today? That'll make it even more fun to play with,” you said, as you grabbed two big handfuls of Eunbi’s soft mounds, then cupped, squeezed, and fondled them to your heart’s desire. 

Eunbi just groaned without words.

“I think mommy deserves to be the one who begs for once. You like when I pull on them like this? When I use my fingers to twist them?”

“Y-yes, baby. That feels so good.” Soft moans were not an option any longer, not when you pinched Eunbi’s stiff nipples harshly enough that she squirmed against the back of the tree. 

“Gosh, your nipples are so pretty when they get this nice and hard. But not so loud, mommy. We're still in public.” 

You were having too much fun with this, and there would be consequences in the distant future, but that didn’t matter. Not when you could make Eunbi moan so easily with just a simple tug and pull of her hardened nubs. 

Certainly, you’d love admiring Eunbi’s naked chest for eons, but goddamn if her breasts didn’t look so delicious, and you hadn’t had a meal all day. So after a few more kisses, you traced the curve of her swollen breasts, teased both nipples with your tongue, and sucked on the one closest to your mouth, sealing your lips shut around them. 

Her heavy breasts were your favorite meal, and you suckled on them like you were starving. For several moments you watched the bliss in her eyes, only pulling back when wet saliva doused her sensitive buds, and flicked them with your tongue until you removed your mouth from her chest entirely. Eunbi whined at the loss of contact and did little else, but you could see the intense desire in her pretty eyes. 

“Look at mommy so needy and whiny for the littlest touch. You'd do just about anything for me to put my lips on them again, wouldn't you? They're so swollen already from me sucking on them for just a few seconds. I wonder how they'd look if I just squeezed them like this…”

You were anything but gentle—harshly tangling up your fingertips in warm supple flesh as you kneaded Eunbi’s breasts, and you gave them a deep massage that sent inescapable moans leaving her lips. 

“B-baby, please! That feels amazing. Keep going.”

“I know it did. Mommy loves her tits being played with so much, don't you? What if I just—god they feel so perfect, what if I just slapped them just like this?” 

Right after those words left your lips, your palm struck one of her heavy mounds, and the milky flesh rippled beautifully. Focusing just on Eunbi’s left breast, you slapped it again, and again, and again, until the tender skin became a visible shade of red. Eunbi whined again, and her sounds of submission were a treat you wouldn’t forget. 

“Fuck! B-baby, oh my god! Please, do that again!” 

It really took little to make Eunbi beg for more, so the satisfying sound of flesh smacking flesh continued. Now your focus was on both of her scrumptious tits, equally slapping them both, but only stopped to pinch her nipples or grab massive handfuls of sore, tender flesh. 

“Mommy loves that, don’t you? Mommy loves it when I slap these big fucking tits like this?” 

“Y-yes! Oh fuck, please—please don't stop!” You didn’t dare, not when whimpering moans and loud gasps fueled the ceaseless slapping of Eunbi’s flawless, shapely breasts. It sent you into a primal rage of uncontained lust while you focused on the hypnotic bounce of her chest. It was a simple pattern—right then left, then left and right, until you used both hands and slapped Eunbi’s soft breasts in unison, aiming at her sensitive nipples and hitting your target in succession without missing. 

Eunbi’s beautiful chest had turned a shade of crimson, and you couldn’t say you weren’t in love with the sounds she made after each slap of her huge tits, or the way they  rippled so deliciously. 

When you had your fill, you gave both of Eunbi's sore breasts a gentle massage and pondered what to do with her next. She really was beautiful like this, all tied up and exposed for the world to see, but you really hoped someone was watching—anyone who could document how submissive Kwon Eunbi looked. 

Without a word spoken, you slipped a hand underneath Eunbi’s pretty pleated skirt and pressed two fingers through her clothed center, unsurprised by the damp fabric you met. “Mommy is so wet. Can I take these off?” you asked, still keeping up a veil of politeness. 

“Only if you plan on doing something about it.” 

Well, of course you would, because when your pretty little captured bunny was in heat, the only thing left to do was to breed her. But you took your sweet time, with your fingertips grazing over Eunbi’s luscious toned legs, treasuring every inch of pristine, silky smooth skin. 

Her labored breathing filled your ears while you moved up her body, intently watching the heave of her bare breasts that still hadn’t yet returned to their original color while you hiked her pretty skirt up just past that delicious slim waist. After you grabbed Eunbi’s heavenly wide hips, you slowly peeled the ruined fabric down her sexy legs, kissing them both equally until you stripped her panties off, inhaled her scent, and tossed them away in a nearby bush. 

“Mommy smells so good.” 

There was no intent to dive right in right away, because after all—a meal tasted the best once it had been properly marinated, and with Eunbi’s newly shaved mound in broad daylight, it was finally time for some good fucking food. When you placed a knee in between Eunbi’s creamy thighs, they parted easily like a hot knife through butter, and tedious friction started. Several gasps left Eunbi’s throat as she attempted to grind on your thigh, but you gripped her hips firmly to stop her in her tracks. 

“Baby, please!” Eunbi pleaded, and her wetness began soaking through the fabric of your pants. But you controlled the pace, and only let Eunbi ride your thigh as much as you dictated, a painful, sluggish pace that wouldn’t get her anything but a modicum of pleasure. 

“Be patient, mommy. Isn’t that what you always tell me?” you said, and couldn’t help but let out a devilish smirk at her bitter expression. 

Eunbi whimpered loudly, balling her tied-up fists behind her. “Fuck, who taught you all this?”

“You did, of course. Mommy is the best teacher.” 

Eunbi couldn’t deny that. However, as much as you wanted to continue toying with Eunbi, it grew hard to ignore the painful tightness in your pants, and you desperately needed to do something about it. You had half a mind to take a picture of Eunbi’s mostly nude body in all its glory, because who knew when—if ever—you’d get another chance to get away with something like this. Seeing her in such a vulnerable state a second time would be rarer than lightning striking twice. 

You were almost nervous when you unbuttoned your pants, fiddling with the zipper as you yanked your pants and underwear down to your ankles, and unleashed your aching erection. Eunbi couldn’t wait, licking her lips and drooled over your unsheathed length. 

“You better hurry up and put that inside me, baby boy.” 

It was funny how even tied up, Eunbi thought she had any semblance of control. “Mommy doesn’t make the rules today. Are you too hungry for my cock that you forgot that already?” you warned, and gave your cock a few relieving strokes, while you spread her legs wider. 

“But if mommy is a good girl, then maybe you’ll get stretched by this cock. Maybe after you’ve begged enough.” 

“You little shit,” she murmured under her breath. Eunbi was helpless, just a timid rabbit being hunted by a hungry snake, and you were ready to strike. Closer you approached, until you could rub your shaft against her slippery folds, collecting her sweet nectar on your swollen tip. 

“Mommy wants this cock so bad, doesn’t she?” 

“Yes, baby! Please, shove it all in me. Can’t you see how wet you made mommy?” You could hear the frustration in her voice, and it made you every bit proud. 

“Then tell me. Tell me how much mommy wants to cream on this cock.” 

The cutest pout formed on Eunbi’s angelic features and she wouldn’t deny what she craved, driven far past the point of desperation. “Please! Mommy wants to be filled up more than anything. My little pussy is aching for your big, throbbing cock. Please baby boy, mommy can’t take it anymore!” 

It felt like you would never stop smiling. While you preferred a much heavier dose of begging, it did the job. It’s not like you could hold out any longer yourself. Aiming carefully, you closely watched Eunbi's gaze, not averting it for a second. When you felt the moment was right, you popped your hips, and shoved your cock into Eunbi’s tight, inviting hot cunt. 

“Baby!” 

You exchanged shared gasps, but it was hard to form anything that resembled words when Eunbi’s slick pussy felt this tight. Like a vice grip, her walls squeezed every inch of throbbing cock that slid inside with vigorous demand that never let go. The immediate combination of Eunbi’s wetness and warmth overwhelmed your senses, and before you moved a muscle, sharp pleasure radiated through your bodies from head to toe. 

There wouldn’t be any chance for adjustment, but it wasn’t like Eunbi ever needed it. Not after the cries of pleasure she made when you started pumping into her dripping heat, and especially not when you held her steady as she hooked one of her muscular legs around your body. It was the only facade of control she had left, and you allowed it, welcomed it even. 

It felt quite powerful to fuck Eunbi like this, to use her body for pleasure, to pound into her warmth in a public park while the sun shone brightly during the middle of a beautiful summer date. 

“Mommy feels so good. You’re so wet, so fucking tight. I just want to ruin you.” 

“Then ruin me! Mommy needs that badly. Please, baby boy, ruin mommy!” 

Nothing would stop you from doing exactly that. Not anyone walking by, not anyone watching, not even if the police showed up would prevent you from pounding a tied-up Eunbi. 

You moved hair out of the way of her beautiful neck, then licked the sweat from it, sucking profusely to form a deep mark. Eunbi just moaned while she took every harsh thrust into her body, and her huge breasts bounced in a rhythm that matched your pistoning hips. With how wet she had gotten, it was easy to slide into her, and hit all the right angles, thrusting frantically without a care for anything but your own pleasure. 

You’d give anything to freeze time in that current moment, so you could capture the lust-filled expression on Eunbi’s face and the intense clap of your hips meeting hers. It was unfortunate you couldn’t last as long as you wanted to, because you couldn’t keep this pace up for much longer. 

Yet you enjoyed it while it lasted, and couldn’t keep your hands off Eunbi, roaming the sun-kissed sweaty skin of her tight, perfectly sculpted body while you endlessly drilled into her. 

Eunbi’s erotic noises of satisfaction rewarded your actions, as you savored the overwhelming clench of her cunt and loud squelches that erupted after every frantic thrust. 

“Fuck, mommy—your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum soon. Need to breed you so badly and fill you up until you’re overflowing.” 

“Do it, baby boy! Fill mommy up with everything. Please, baby, fill my womb with your seed! Mommy needs to be bred, so please, please, baby boy, breed mommy!” 

It put endless happiness on your face with how needy she was. It wasn’t often you saw Eunbi like this, volunteering to be a vessel for your pleasure, just a warm, wet hole to use and fill up. 

You wanted to remember every minute detail, every sweet moan that Eunbi made, every tight clench her pussy made around your throbbing cock, and every desperate plea for more. You wanted to etch the moment into your mind, because the slick tightness of her pussy was too damn much to handle. It was too much to take in, but you savored every thrust like it was your last, because it just might have been the one that made you explode. 

“Breed me, baby boy. Let mommy be your cum dump! Please breed me, breed me, breed me, please, breed mommy!” 

Eunbi’s constant begging made you fuck her that much harder, bottoming into her wet heat after every series of rough thrusts until it drove her insane. It was just a matter of time now, as you held her tight and squeezed two handfuls of her plump ass, letting sweet bliss dictate your actions. 

One more plunge was all it took as you looked into Eunbi’s needy eyes, buried yourself to the hilt, and emptied yourself into her warm, heavenly pussy. Loud groans accompanied every stream of hot cum that filled Eunbi, flooding her womb with your thick load, and her cunt was desperate to milk every drop out of your cock. Shortly after, Eunbi had her own intense orgasm, her pussy pulsating so harshly you swore you were about to pump another huge load into her already filled creamy cunt. 

“Thank you, baby boy,” Eunbi whispered, barely able to keep her eyes open. Gently, you removed the ties around her dainty wrists, and she collapsed in your arms, exhausted, with only enough energy left to breathe. 

“Good girl. Mommy did so well,” you purred, and caressed her hair, moving strands out of her hair before you pulled her undershirt shirt and skirt back down. “Let’s get you home, mommy.” 

“W-where did my panties go?” she asked, still out of breath, still barely conscious. 

“Who knows?”

“Th-that’s fine. I’ll just have to walk out of here with your cum dripping down my thighs.” 

You kissed her forehead sweetly, and she slumped over against your body for support. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

#izone smut #eunbi smut #izone #eunbi #reader insert #male reader #kpop smut

[itsclydebitches]

I... don't even know what to do with that episode. That was far worse than I was expecting. Look, I might not agree with how they're framing the Paper Pleasers, but at least they're non-human civilians of the Ever After whose ultimate goal is to improve themselves. You cannot compare that (which is what RT is doing with Ascension as a whole) to Ruby having an intense grieving arc, being tortured, and then deciding she didn't want to be Ruby Rose anymore - she needed it all to stop. That's a suicide attempt. And it's treated as such! The issues with the team just standing around while Ruby drinks the tea aside, there's a reason why we get that horrified closeup on Yang's eye. Why many fans are pleased that now she has someone romantic to comfort her in her grief. Why the Cat is desperate to get Ruby back and is surprised to find her later in the tree. Why Neo suddenly gives up because, supposedly, she now has no goal. Because Ruby is gone. The Cat's plans, Neo's emptiness, the team's horror - ALL of it stems from the understanding that Ruby has just done something irreversible and (outside of expectations for a story's protagonist) is not coming back.

So to then open the next episode with pep-talk fun times is??? Oh look, the Paper Pleasers are now gem people and have no memory of who Jaune is. Isn't that great? Didn't allowing them to drown themselves make them so much better? Because after all, "better" is to be stronger, physically, impervious to fire and flood, never mind their memories and personalities. Who cares about those? Who cares about incremental self-improvement gained through hard work? Who cares about reframing supposed weaknesses as unique strengths under the right circumstances? Nah, forget all that. Evil Jaune was being so selfish for trying to keep a village of friends from killing themselves. And yes, we need to focus on that because why would anyone be worried about Ruby right now? She's fine! Putting aside the fact that they don't know what Ascension does to a non-Afteran, clearly suicide attempts = power-ups, so yay circumstances forcing Ruby to a place where she wants to die. That'll be useful in defeating Salem. C'mon, Yang, you were so cheery a moment ago. Why the sudden doubt while seeing your little sister encased in a tree? This is her choice and nothing matters more than letting people hurt themselves if that's what they want to do. Obviously Ruby will come back better than ever, so just chill about her being so broken she wanted to end it all, yeah?

This could have EASILY been avoided by just presenting Ascension as a kind of self-reflection - similar to the Caterpillar's smoke - wherein the girls can all choose to drink the tea with no suicidal implications, have a chat with the armorer, and come out with a power boost before they return to Remnant. Simplistic, but easy. So WHY did we spend all Volume taking Ruby through a deep depression, culminating in her becoming so hopeless that she decides to end things despite rescue standing right in front of her... and then presenting that as a celebratory moment of growth??

This is, for me, where RWBY officially jumps the shark. They really did that. Local girl tries to die after being horrifically tortured, but that's a good thing because she'll come back better than ever, wielding her mother's weapon which we've never seen before. Love that for Ruby. So the rest of the team should try to hurt themselves too now, right? After all, there's nothing to be afraid of with this wonderful tree. Just engage in a little inconsequential self-harm and come out a new and improved huntress.

On the WIP docket: write a fic where Ruby, in keeping with canon, comes out with no memory of who anyone is, with a radically different personality, and no intention of being a huntress anymore. I want the story to follow its own rules and implications, resulting in the group having a serious reality check about what Ruby actually did and the actual impact this should have based on what they've seen in the Ever After. The Cat is right: it's not Ruby Rose that comes back out - because that's what she wanted when she drank - and the team has to grapple with the fact that they're never going to have their leader/little sister again. There's someone new standing there, sure, but she's a complete stranger in Ruby's body (if even her body comes out the same, ie the King).

Ruby Rose is dead.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas #suicide tw

[fairyyeo]

christmas tree farm ❅ yang jeongin

pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — fluff

tw — none

wc — 1.1k

a/n — also not proofread .. hah sorry .. anyways .. last xmas post !!!! merry crhistmas everyone !!! pls reblog if you enjoyed <3

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your family lived on a beautiful christmas tree farm, and ever since you were old enough to manage, you helped your parents out on the farm.

it opened on december 1st and closed on december 24th every year. it was busiest mid december, which is when you first met jeongin ten years ago, back when you were both young kids.

he was adorable back then. huge goofy grin and sparkly curious eyes. jeongin came with his family in the middle of december to get their christmas tree. his parents ushered him to hand you the money, despite his shyness. since that first awkward, conversation-less first encounter, it had become a tradition for jeongin to pay on behalf of his family when they came to get their christmas tree.

obviously, christmas was your favourite time of the year. secretly, however, a major contributing factor to that statement was getting to see jeongin again after 12 months.

see, this year you were planning on working up the courage to ask him out. you were meant to do it last year, and the year before, but you always chickened out and were forced to wait another 12 months.

but this time you wouldn't.

"here come the yangs." your annoying brother beomgyu nudged you obnoxiously.

"please don't do anything to jeopardise this when they come to pay later." you begged him, grabbing the saw and tape measure to hand the yang family.

"i wouldn't dare." he raised his hands in surrender.

you lifted a doubtful brow.

"trust me." beomgyu said, spinning you around to face the familiar approaching family.

"welcome everyone! it's great to see you all again." you smiled at them.

"hi, sweetie! has it been busy today?" jeongin's mother asked you.

you waved the question off with another smile, "a little, but nothing we can't handle." you motioned to your brother who was busy organising some ornaments behind you. "right, beom?"

"of course!" he whizzed around lifting a thumbs up.

you passed over the saw and tape measure which jeongin accepted, "have fun out there! don't forget it's cold and you're welcome to hot beverages when you come to pay."

"thanks sweetie!" jeongin's mother called out to you as they headed out into the snow covered forest.

when they were a distance away, their bright puffy jackets just specks of colour amongst the snow, beomgyu commented, "jeongin was totally checking you out just then."

"what?! he was not." your cheeks warmed despite your disagreement.

"he so was." beomgyu persisted, "are you finally gonna ask him out?"

you couldn't contain your grin, "should i? do you think he'd say yes? i've been thinking about it for years."

"years?"

"yes.. is that weird?"

"well, it's not that weird. maybe a little creepy that you've been secretly ogling him for ten minutes every twelve months, but not weird. you definitely have to ask him out." beomgyu said, and he had a point.

"i know." you sighed, drawing mindless scribbles on the notepad at the counter.

you made yourself busy while waiting for the yangs to bring over their tree for payment. you tidied behind the counter, reorganised the tape measures on the shelf, and made yourself a hot chocolate with the kettle and provided ingredients.

"they're coming back." beomgyu pointed out casually, nodding towards the family.

you stiffened as the nerves instantly returned.

beomgyu seemed to notice, "hey, relax, it's probably gonna be fine."

"yeah. probably." you repeated, taking a deep breath.

"we're back!" jeongin's mother smiled at you, her husband struggling behind with the three.

"that's a gorgeous tree, you chose well this year!" you complimented. "how tall was it?"

"just over six foot." jeongin's dad called from behind.

"okay," you smiled, "that'll be a hundred dollars, then."

your eyes flitted to jeongin, who, to your surprise, was already looking at you. your heart skipped a beat.

he counted through some cash, ensuring it was exactly $100 before placing it in your open palm, "here you go." he offered a shy smile.

you wonder if he felt that spark too.

"thank you." you put the cash into the register. "well," you clapped your hands together, "have a merry christmas you guys!"

"you too, sweetie! see you next year!" jeongin's mum waved you goodbye and her family did the same.

they began to walk away, and as they did, jeongin spared another glance over his shoulder at you, causing you once again to tense up.

you'd missed your chance again.

"well that was just sad." beomgyu said bluntly. "you just let him walk away.”

"i know, beom! i was already too nervous but i couldn't ask him with his parents right there." you whined. "guess it'll be another twelve months." you frowned, dragging your hands down your face in frustration.

"or not." beomgyu began to smile as he motioned his head behind you.

you whirled around to see jeongin standing on the other side of the counter, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

"oh, jeongin! did you forget something?" you asked him politely.

"uh, no..." he paused for a moment. "actually, yeah i kinda did."

"what was it?"

"well," jeongin paused again and took a small breath, "i forgot to ask you if you'd be interested in going out... on a date?"

"jeongin, i'd love to!" you beamed, heart racing a million miles an hour. you couldn't believe beomgyu was right all along and that jeongin was interested in you too.

"wait, really?" he looked surprised.

"i was going to ask you out earlier as well, but i chickened out... like i have for the last few years." you confessed to a shocked jeongin.

he sighed, almost in relief, "that makes two of us."

you both laughed, the nerves melting away like marshmallows in a steamy hot chocolate.

"i can't believe we've both been crushing on each other for this long and never said anything until now." you said, writing down your phone number onto the notepad for jeongin before passing it to him.

"yeah well," he laughed a bit again, accepting the folded piece of paper with your number scribbled onto it, "i think it started when i handed you that money when we first came."

"you remember that?" you said in surprise. "i think about that first interaction pretty much every day." you smiled fondly.

"of course i remember it! i thought you were so pretty." his cheeks reddened a little as he shared the honest compliment.

"well, this has all been very heartwarming, however," beomgyu clapped you on the back, "there's a family coming in right now who will want to be served, instead of watching this lovely little rom-com scene."

"so i'll give you a call then?" jeongin said with a wink.

"bye jeongin! tell your family i said merry christmas again!" you waved him goodbye as the next family approached the counter.

not a minute later you got a text from an unsaved number and grinned at the message.

let's not wait another 12 months this time!

— jeongin

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[a-aexotic]

HEY IM SO SORRY IDK IF YOU WRITE FOR POPE BUT LIKE A SPEAK NOW ABT HIM PLS?

ren's notes ! heyy babe ❤️❤️😩, no worries! i do write for pope :)) and ofc i can, i hope u enjoy it! idk if this is what u asked for bc i kinda forgot this was based on speak now but i still hope u like it <3

pairing. pope heyward x fem!reader requested? yes no

warnings. nothing but fluff, mention of insecurity, exes to lovers angst and ofc a kiss at the end!

summary. y/n misses pope, but little does she know, so does he.

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Your heart dropped when Kie had mentioned Pope going out with another girl this upcoming weekend. She noticed your shift in behavior and she asked if you were okay but you just shrugged it off as being tired.

You just didn't want to tell Kie you were back on the Pope train again. You guys dated for a few months ago and you guys broke up because you thought you'd be better as friends. And now, you regret it.

It was going to be the year anniversary of your break-up and you still have feelings for Pope.

You were being selfish, you kept repeating to yourself. You had your chance and you lost it now. You have to let Pope move on even if you can't.

You can't risk hurting him again. You'd much rather hurt yourself than see the pained look on Pope's face when you broke up with him.

You and the Pogues were at yet another Boneyard party. It seemed like they were endless during the summer: one after the other, mistakes repeating all over again.

You were having fun with Sarah and Kie before you looked over and saw Pope dancing with the girl he was going to go out with later this week. That same jealous sickly feeling came over you and you'd stop interacting with the girls.

Sarah quickly noticed. "What's wrong?"

"Mmm, nothing." You sighed, making Kie furrow her eyebrows. She looked over to where you were looking and connected the dots in her head, Sarah quickly doing the same thing.

"Is it Pope?"

You looked surprised but you knew that they'd eventually figure it out. "Is it that obvious?"

Sarah was empathetic towards you, frowning along with you as Kie looked at you like you were crazy. Sarah rubbed your back comfortingly.

"You know that Pope would leave that girl for you, like two days ago, right?" Kie said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You glared at her as she shrugged and raised her hands up in defense, "just speaking facts over here."

Sarah sighed. "She's right."

"You don't understand. I don't want to hurt Pope again."

"Then don't." Kie said simply. Kie was never wrong - I mean, would be that hard? But you still didn't want to risk it.

Sarah smiled as an idea popped in her head. "Why don't you go find a cute tourist and have a rebound for the week, maybe that'll help. It might also make him jealous so he'll come running back on his own!"

Kie shrugged, "Not a bad idea at all."

You nodded along with them. But you didn't want to. No one was ever going to measure up to Pope, no matter how hard you tried to find a replacement. "I don't know guys..."

Sarah looked behind you and smiled. "Look behind you! He's literally just your type, now go and talk to him!"

You turned around and saw a guy you found kinda cute. But you still had a bad feeling about this. Sarah pushed you slightly and you sighed and got up, making Kie and Sarah cheer. You rolled your eyes at your immature friends at you walked up to the guy.

He turned and smiled at you.

"Hey, do you want to go get a drink maybe?" You asked, shyly. It's been a few months since you've properly flirted so this was kind of a new experience.

"Sure! I'm Jordan."

You smiled, "I'm Y/N."

Pope turned around to look at where you were and he panicked a bit when he saw you weren't with Sarah and Kie. His eyes gazed through the crowd trying to find the bright pink top you were wearing; he couldn't miss it.

He then found you talking with another guy. He felt his heart drop. He knew that John B and JJ's plan wasn't going to work. Him making you 'jealous' wouldn't work if you didn't actually care but they insisted that you did. But now he knew he was right.

He excused himself from the girl and he started to walk alongside the beach, in thought.

He still liked you even after a year of you breaking up with him. He never truly got over you and now he's sure he never will. He was convinced you were his soulmate but he's not sure he's yours.

As you were dancing with Jordan, the awkward phase had just melted away and you easily could converse and joke around with him. But there was a nagging feeling something was just off.

It wasn't Jordan himself, you started to realize after you took a good look at him. He just wasn't Pope. No one was Pope and no one could ever replace him.

"Hey, do you want me to go freshen up our drinks?" Jordan asked, a smile hanging on his lips. You nodded as you took his.

"Yeah sure, I'll be right back."

As you refilling your cups, you saw Pope walk away from the bonfire and you decided that it wouldn't hurt to go talk to him. Maybe something happened with the girl?

You walked towards Pope, beers in hand. "Hey, you okay?"

He turned around, startled but relaxed once he realized it only you. "Yeah, yeah. Just tired."

You smiled. "We've all heard that before and I don't believe you. What happened?"

He stay silent.

"Did something happen with that... girl?" You tried your best to disguise your jealousy with concern. A friend-type of concern. I mean, that's what you and Pope are, just friends.

He shook his head at the mention of the girl. "No, it's just that..."

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking Pope was just going to rip the band aid off. What was the worst thing that could happen? Nothing could possibly hurt him more.

"Are you dating that guy?"

You were surprised at Pope's questions. Why did he care? Wasn't he dating that other girl? You furrowed your eyebrows; since when did he care for your love life? "I don't know, maybe it dep-"

You were cut off by a scoff. "Really, Y/N?"

"What do you mean, really?"

"Jordan? He's like the biggest asshole ever."

You rolled your eyes. "He's nice to me."

"Doesn't mean he's nice to everyone. Plus he's a Kook and like dickrides Rafe like the rest of 'em."

"I don't care if he's a Kook because I'm not shallow, Pope. He's nice to me and honestly that's all that matters. And why do you care, don't you have that girl?"

"I care because you're my friend... and I care about my friends." It hurt Pope to play it off like they were just friends but it hurt you more hearing it. This argument was supposed to prove that he was jealous and that Sarah's plan had worked.

"Sure." You sighed. "Okay, you're right."

Pope felt like a dick after saying that. You started to walk away before he shouted, "Wait."

You turned around. "You're more than a friend, okay? Is that what you want to hear?"

You paused. "Wait, what? Are you serious?"

He also paused, his eyes widening. Did he read the room wrong? Did he just singlehandedly embarrass himself in front of you?

You felt like you didn't hear him right. He still liked you? "You still like me?"

There was no way he was going to lie himself out of this one. He sighed, putting his hand on the bridge of his nose. "Yeah. I do. I have, for a while now. I never really... got over you."

You felt guilty for feeling a tiniest bit relieved that he had liked you. You've always thought he had gotten over you because of how easily he played it off. Pope was just masking up his real feelings.

"R-Really?"

Pope rolled his eyes. "Yes, I did. I do. I'm just going to keep walking now because I just embarassed myself and I don't wanna make this more awkward."

You shook your head. "I like you too. I haven't.. I never got over you and the only reason I broke up with you was because you needed someone better than me."

Pope was confused, but his heart hurt nonetheless because he made you feel that way. Even if he didn't, you still felt that way. Which was beyond crazy to him because you're the best he could ever get or want. You're his absolute dream girl, how could you feel that way?

He chucked, "You serious right now? There is no one better for me, you're all I want. You're my... my dream girl, Y/N."

Butterflies filled your stomach. "Really?"

He smiled. "Really."

You guys both were silent before a moment. Pope felt like he was on top of the world, he felt brave. He then slowly walked up to you and put a hand on your cheek as you looked up at him.

"Let me prove it to you." He whispered as he leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on your lips. It was slow at first but Pope needed more, fast.

JJ and John B had caught sight of this from the bonfire and gave each other a swift high five. "Another good plan, brotha."

John B nodded. "Pope's really lucky to have such good wingmen."

Sarah and Kie overheard them and rolled their guys. "They wish. They totally got together cus of us."

"Definitely." Sarah nodded.

#pope heyward #pope heyward x reader #pope heyward x y/n #pope heyward x you #pope x reader #pope x cleo #pope x kiara #pope x jj #pope x you #obx jj #obx s3 #obx #obx fanfiction #obx2 #obx season 3 #cleo obx #outer banks #obx 3 #outer banks season 3 #outer banks spoilers #kiara carrera #outer banks fluff #outer banks fic #outer banks fandom #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks season three #obx3 #outer banks jj #outer banks rp #outr banks x reader

[snootlestheangel]

More Girl!Dad Price

John Price and his wife, Maggie, have 3 beautiful daughters: the eldest at 13 named Delilah Rose, the middle child Charlotte Anne at 10, and the youngest Hannah Grace at 7.

Delilah is a perfect mix of her parents: she's got her father's eyes, hair color, and smile, as well as the same look of annoyance Soap is all too familiar with. She's intelligent, but so gentle and nurturing like her mother.

Charlotte, in true middle child fashion, is the feral one. She's got her mum's eyes and curly hair, but both parents don't quite know where she gets her energy from. Yes, her father is a chaotic man, but he's never been bouncing off the walls type feral.

Hannah is an absolute sweetheart but the shyest little thing you'll ever see. She's got her mother's auburn hair and green eyes, and she's reserved like her. Albeit to a much more extreme degree.

Its Charlotte's 10th birthday, and she really wants a laser tag birthday party. The biggest problem is the Price family just moved so John could have his girls closer to base so he can be home more. Charlie, as she prefers to be called, has only made one new friend at her school and said friend canceled last minute.

Charlie isn't too distraught. She's certainly upset but is honestly just glad Dad gets to spend her birthday with her, and she's content to just do something with her family. But John isn't having it. He's so upset about it: his girls deserve to have fun birthday parties, and ten is a big milestone!

So Price calls the only person he can think of that'll help make his little girl's birthday a good day: Simon Riley.

Ghost has known the Price family since Hannah was a toddler, and the girls took to him just like their father did. At this point in time, he's practically considered family, as Hannah and Charlie have both adopted to calling him "Uncle Simon" (and yes, the first time he heard one of them call him that, he had to take a long walk to get himself together cause he knew if he cried about it in front of the captain, he'd never hear the end of it. In a good way).

All Ghost has to say is "I'll get the sergeants" and Price just knows that he'll make sure his adopted niece has an awesome birthday.

For anything, Price doesn't want to spoil the surprise, so he doesn't tell Delilah or Charlie about the boys being there, and instead just insists he'd love to play laser tag with his girls. Hannah was adamant she did not want to do laser tag.

Of course, Charlie is over the moon excited upon seeing Uncle Simon standing outside the laser tag place, a small gift tucked under his arm. She shows off how much taller she's gotten since the last time they saw each other, and he's still teasing her for being small compared to him. She's feral, though, and proceeds to try and climb him to prove a point.

Charlie's even more ecstatic to find out the two people with Simon are in fact the sergeants from Dad's team they all hear about. She is beyond thrilled and is hard to keep calm while they wait for the games to start.

So what if Price teams up with his girls? So what if he bribes Ghost into throwing to secure their win? It's his daughter's birthday and she deserves to win, dammit!

Plenty of cake and presents later at the Price household.

#Yeah anyways #Some uncle Simon for y'all #john price is a girl dad #Girl!dad Price #price family #Uncle Simon Ghost Riley #john price #captain john price #john price is a dad #Price is a good dad #He loves his girls okay??? #As my family's resident middle child I feel it is only obvious #That Price would have a feral middle child #Ghost is also Hannah's best friend #She refuses to leave his side when he comes over

[crehador]

winter 2024 first impressions: bucchigiri?!

UTSUMI HIROKO (SK8 ORIGINAL CREATOR) IS BACK BABEY

this one made it onto my list mostly for her (bit for nozu also) and i didn't know much going in. i remember seeing the word "genie" in the summary when i skimmed it and was like oh fascinating. i would like to know absolutely nothing else and be completely surprised

and it's been an excellent surprise so far! first ep was hella fun, i imagine this one won't have as much mainstream potential as other utsumi hiroko stuff like sk8 and free but i'm certainly invested

(save me green hair freak. green hair freak. green hair freak save me)

the premise is pretty interesting but imo this is one of those series that'll really only thrive if its characters are interesting, and so far they definitely are to me. very interested in learning more about arajin and matakara's past (seems to me like arajin left him to get beat up once and is still haunted by not being able to save him? but maybe there'll be some other twist there, looking forward to finding out)

character designs are riiight up my alley, i'm especially eyes at the green one and that blue megane one that (hopefully?) we'll see more of later. also v charmed by that little bitch zabu but mostly for nozu reasons lol

in all honesty i was just normal about sk8. it was good! but. normal good to me. already feeling more [vibrates intensely] about this one

tl;dr it's off the wall in exactly the way i like, will be looking forward to THESE FREAKS SATURDAY for the rest of the season

#crab watches #bucchigiri?! #winter 2024 #first impressions #me going in like ''green hair's character design compels me...'' #coming out like ''SISCON ALERT'' #brocon alert as well tbh DIVERSITY WIN THE GIRL'S A FREAK TOO