#these need to be engraved in the back of my eyelids

[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #17

mask kink & size difference w/ john "soap" mactavish kinktober masterlist

Fire spreads through his body as you approach him, stopping so close that he has to crane his neck up to look you in the eye holes of your mask. Soap can see why you have the reputation that you do - if he didn’t know you he admits he’d be shit scared, a hulking masked soldier stalking the battlefield sounds like the thing of nightmares and with the skills you show out on ops, a nightmare isn’t far off.

But he does know you, already knows what you’re thinking when you duck down to mouth at the skin of his neck - through your mask you teasing shite - greedy hands swallowing his waist as you pull him towards you, letting him feel the hardness tucked away as you move up to his ear, the fabric of your mask scratching against his skin. “Let’s go somewhere more private, yeah?”

By the time you hit the sheets a tornado of clothes has been left scattered in your wake, both stripped naked aside from the mask still concealing your face. Soap stretches himself rough and ready while straddling your thighs, claiming that you do it too slowly as he mouths at your mask, letting it grow wetter and wetter with his saliva as his cock drips with arousal, hips bumping into your fist while you lazily stroke him.

When he deems himself prepared enough he shuffles back and slowly sits down on your cock, hands cemented on your chest as he lowers himself, taking you inch by inch until he’s flush against your pelvis, thighs slightly aching with the stretch to straddle you.

He takes a moment, forgetting how much bigger you feel when you’re nestled deep in his hole, the burn that always comes with impaling himself on your cock for the first time that night fading away into pleasure as his body adjusts to your size - the feeling of complete and utter fullness invading his senses.

Soap takes it as a challenge, a deep-seated need to provoke a reaction out of you that can’t help but slip through the mask as he begins to move up and down, rim dragging along your shaft to send a white-hot zing through your nerves. A proud grin forms on his face at your sharp inhale, the way your eyes focus on him encourages him to give his best performance and Soap leans back, hands resting on your thighs to give you a view that you want to engrave on the backs of your eyelids.

—

Soap doesn’t think much of it when he sees you the next day wandering around in your mask, until he gets the opportunity to slip closer next to you and finds himself stumbling over his words, “Is that-”

You turn towards him, unperturbed by the fact that you’re still wearing the mask you fucked him seven ways to Sunday in. “Yep.”

“Oh you dirty fucker,” he says, all venom void in the statement.

With a hum of acknowledgement you step towards him in a reflection of yesterday, a grin hiding under your mask. “You don’t want me wandering around with a constant reminder of what we did yesterday on my head, where everyone can see but no one knows where it’s been?”

That awakens something in Soap, eyes brightening slightly as he presses against your chest, “Keep it on.”

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x male reader #male reader #top reader #top male reader #call of duty #lieutnts writings #lieutnts kinktober 2023

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Solo.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: This morning I woke up with this thought about Jake engraved in my brain, and I had to do something about it. This is not what I should be writing, but as the saying goes, it's better to strike while the iron is hot, so here it is.

Word count: 1K

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, masturbation.

Summary: A freshly-showered Jake has some fun in his hotel room.

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The hotel room was completely dark but the curtains were open, letting the soft glow of the city lights free to filter inside.

A window was slightly ajar and the distant sound of traffic that echoed faintly into the room was oddly relaxing.

Jake was lying on his tummy on the bed with his head laying on the softest pillow on the planet and his hair scattered across it.

He was naked and the linen felt cool against his flushed freshly-showered skin. The sensation made him sink further into the mattress with a contented sigh of relief.

He was so tired. His eyelids were droopy and he was about to lose the battle to keep them open when, suddenly, he was startled by a strong gust of wind coming from outside that pushed his window fully open.

The light white curtains started billowing into the room and he felt the wind caress his feet subtly.

The feeling made his tiredness increase even more and he closed his eyes, fully relaxed.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, another strong gust of wind sneaked into the room by the window. This time it slithered up his body like cool fleeting fingers, slowly moving from the soles of his feet, to his calves, hips and back, up to his brow, ruffling his hair and tickling his nose.

That tickling feeling caused his body to shift on its own accord and, as his hips imperceptibly nudged against the mattress, an almost silent whimper left his lips at the sensation of his member sliding against the smooth fabric of the linen.

In his sleepy mind he told himself he needed to feel it again. So he started rubbing his hips in a slow rhythm against the bed.

He wasn't doing it with the purpose of reaching his high. He just reveled in the light bliss he was earning from the action and he wanted to prolong it as much as he could.

He felt himself harden fully as he kept moving.

Another gush of wind entered the room and this time he felt it tickle him between his legs. Automatically his legs spread even further, hoping to feel it again, as he kept nudging his hips against the bed.

But the more he kept moving, the more his heartbeat sped up and the less tired he became.

Sleep started evading his mind every second more.

His fingers gripped the sheets as the rhythm of his hips quickened against the mattress and, soon, he was whimpering and groaning as he humped it.

A thin layer of sweat made his skin glitter in the soft light coming from the city outside. The muscles of his back and ass tensed and rippled with every thrust.

The sensation that thrusting against the mattress was providing him increased to the point that he knew he needed to do something more about it.

So he turned around, propped himself against the headboard with the aid of a few soft pillows and wrapped a tight hand around himself, groaning at the feeling.

He was wide awake then and shivered when he felt how hot and hard he was.

He started a steady rhythm, but soon, he realised it wasn't what he needed, so he decided to use both hands.

He grasped himself tightly with his left hand right at the base, keeping his member propped up, while the right one wrapped around his tip and started massaging it up and down with a quick twisting motion.

"Oh, fuck" he whimpered and his own raspy voice made him shiver as pleasure coursed through his limbs to the tip of his toes.

The grip on his cock tightened and the rhythm of his strokes became harsher every second more, making his toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut with a loud growl.

Just when he knew he was about to reach his high, he stopped abruptly.

"No, fuck, wait" he whispered to himself and removed his hands altogether from his body with a long prolongued whine.

His hands found purchase against the cool sheets at his side as he tried to calm down.

He kept panting heavily as he watched his flushed cock twitch and leak all over his sweaty tummy.

Then he remembered something.

He turned towards his nightstand and opened the drawer, retrieving from inside it a small bottle of lube he had placed there earlier that day.

He quickly turned the cap with his teeth, spit it on the bed and poured a generous amount of it on his hands, shivering at the coolness of it.

Anticipation made his head spin a little as he moved his hands again towards his crotch.

He wrapped one hand tightly around himself and the other moved lower. He gave his balls a gentle squeeze before pressing two of his fingers against the spot behind his balls.

His back arched and a loud wail left his bitten lips as his fingers kept massaging that spot.

The grip on his cock grew tighter when his fingers dipped even lower and started circling his hole. He moaned out loud when he felt his entrance flutter under his wet fingertips.

The rhythm of his strokes soon grew almost frantic, making little drops of lube splash against his face and chest.

"FUCK" He groaned and arched his back as he felt his orgasm snap like an elastic band.

"Fuck, yes, baby, just like this, milk this cock just right" He whined as he talked himself through it and came all over himself with an animalistic scream.

He kept stroking himself through it and a bit more, fighting overstimulation to prolong his high until he couldn't anymore.

He felt as if he was about to pass out. His ears were ringing and his heart was beating like crazy.

An indefinite amount of time later, he finally calmed down and regained his composure.

He grabbed the damp towel he had previously used to dry himself after the shower from where he had hung it against the headboard and cleaned himself carefully.

Then, after a relieved sigh, he turned around on the bed, wrapped the sheets around his body, and fell peacefully asleep.

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[kamesama]

domesticity with ryōmen sukuna

— note + warnings: my lil' head is full of him; headcanons but not rlly formatted like them idk; modern! au; disgusting domestic fluff; spicy moments here and there ( feat. brief mentions of nudity, pet names, degradation, praise, just some basic intimacy yo ); mentions of food; brief mentions of alcohol and tobacco; fem! ( wife! ) reader; long post ( almost 1.5k and i still wanted to write more but i need to get ready for class ).

every now and then, he comes home with burdened hands; a thickly arranged bouquet, your favourite pastry from that bakery standing a pesky distance away from your home, little bag with lace and frills and silk neatly folded at its bottom. he adores your reaction — the way your eyes are rendered overwhelmed with shimmer the moment you see him and whatever saccharine little thing he decided to please your wits with that day. the way you cling onto him, your muscles nearly aching from a sense of gratitude and excitement, or merely tenderness on the days you are fatigued and just quietly thankful. it's so fun to see you pleased with such a gesture; so silly, so endearing.

his armchair is his throne, and your throne is his lap. at times, he settles for the spot on the sofa; the one that has his name engraved on it with an ink of memory and habit. lounging there provides a proper view of the space around him, so when you walk in, showing off whatever delicacy he's bought to hug your curves, he sees the entire picture, perfectly framed. he cocks his head to the side, his knuckles pressing into his cheek as he tells you to twirl around for him, princess, so that the skirt of your dress may flutter or so he could have a good look at the way that lace-edged hem of your brand new knickers lightly sinks into the soft flesh of your buttocks. he pats his lap for you to come and take a seat like a good girl, and he may just show his appreciation for how ravishing you look.

yet, on the drearier days, when time seems to drip painfully slowly and when the invisible frost seems to linger in the corners of your home and bodies, he leans back into his mighty armchair and pulls you close — bare or modest, it matters not, as long as you are against him and he can trail incoherent patterns across your hip or run his fingers through your hair. something weighs on his vision and his eyelids threaten to falter underneath the dull pressure — he yawns and closes his eyes, aware that you, too, have given in. his thick glass of whiskey sits empty, sweating cold droplets of water; the cigarette butt squished in the ashtray.

meals are greatly indulged in; homemade, takeout, eating out. after all, sukuna's a connoisseur of gastronomy. wrinkled widows and middle-aged housewives did not utter a single word of lie whilst making the statement that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, for sukuna indeed shows immense pleasure if you decide to treat him to a little something, whether it be some quick morsel or a sightly dinner sprinkled with the grandiose. his tastes are peculiar, however, so your outings in the evening either start or end up at a pricy spot with mouth-watering dishes.

when either one — or both — of you demand a rest from the confinements of your home, thoughts or chores, cruising through the highway and city roads is a welcome option. whether it be in a car or sukuna's motorcycle, a ride is a ride. underneath the streetlights after dark, or in the minutes just before the sun starts to sink into the horizon, or right after the rush hour when the roads are suddenly free of a tremendous burden. it's a little bit of adrenaline, and head free of pesky thoughts, your arms around his waist and your laughter that seems to fade into the breeze after a few seconds. the glimpse of you staring out of the car's rolled down window as your favourite song plays on is oddly sweet, and sukuna finds himself content with smaller things in life.

the ultimate betrayal of trust is giving in to the unholy, godforsaken urge to watch that one episode after a frustrating cliff-hanger — alone. there are spots in your routine which you fill with some stupid reality show or a theatrical series, most of which neither of you expect to grow so attached to. the image is that of a dimly lit living room, a bright screen and sound of chewing as you lay close to one another, occasionally commenting on and reacting to whatever is occurring within that wondrous glowing box of visionary delight. sukuna is transparent with his tastes; his expression twisting in some vague sense of disgust at poor writing, or brows raising in interest as the music shifts to a melody that is a tad more dramatic. the salt remains on your tongue and sticks to your lips.

he loves the way you attempt to be subtle with your affections and desires when the movie you're watching proves to be too dull. he sees you within the periphery of his vision — how you throw a glimpse or two towards his handsome profile, your gaze smoothly trailing down the line of his nose, dripping from its tip onto his lips only to take a turn up his sharp jaw. he'd call you dumb and naïve for thinking that the gears within your skull are not being obnoxiously loud with some starved intent, but he bites his tongue for the sake of indulgence. the tip of your index finger ghosts over his skin before you press your lips to his cheek gingerly, begging for a sprinkle of attention, and when he does not go out of his way to satisfy your whims then and there, you whine and complain into his ear how the movie is so boring... truthfully, he would have scoffed and wrinkled his forehead at the terrific acting and horrendous story-telling, too, but he swallows down whatever atrocity his eyes are witnessing on screen lest you grow bolder and needier with your advances, because he adores seeing you try harder.

some days you're bolder, when you come stomping to him as his eyes follow the rows and rows of black-ink characters pressed into the paper or glowing from the screen. your perfume is demanding, your outfit revealing, your lipstick's shade a herald of debauchery. try harder, he wordlessly dares as he spares you but a single glance, acknowledging the intent that you're absolutely overwhelmed with. sometimes he is not in the mood for your little schemes, so when you push at all his buttons with that voice thick with desire and relentless attitude that ignores his every warning, what else could he possibly do than give you what you've wanted, tenfold? he bruises your thighs with violet handprints and paints your neck with ruby red stamps of wanton need and irritation and leaves your legs quivering, shaking like a leaf because you, needy, naughty little thing, have asked for it.

other days he demands your attention. when you're reading your book, or watching your show, he approaches with bold, shameless kisses to your neck; open-mouthed and wet, not shy of whatever thought clouds his mind. sometimes there is barely any lechery in the way his fingertips sink into the flesh of your thighs or the way his palm caresses your back. sometimes he hungers for that which he deemed unfamiliar before you; for his head to rest against your breast and the sound of your heart-beat echoing in his ear. no matter what the motive is, his approach is direct, and his arguments temptingly good.

the smell of clean bedsheets, stained only by a whiff of slumber, is intoxicating on the weekend mornings; those always end in some lounging and rolling around, small kisses and sleep-laced grumbles. it's slow, it's leisurely, as if time holds no weight or consequence. they lead to another thirty minute nap, or a hungry yet slow session of love-making that ends up lulling you all the more. it's a shared shower, toast for breakfast, smell of bitter coffee or matcha, and the two of you in your own little world for the day.

sometimes you wake up before him and abandon your spot on the bed; let it grow cold and lonesome. standing on the sidelines, by the nightstand, provides you with a different view from the one you're used you when your cheek is sunken into the pillow. other than sukuna's resting face, you see the entirety of him fully — the cover half-heartedly trying to hide any indecency; the expanse of his muscular back moving rhythmically with each breath, resembling the way sea-waves come to hug the shore before being pulled back by an invisible force. the scratch-marks from your desperate fingernails are faded red on his shoulders, and he seems so tenderly mellowed as he roams his own dreamworld. you could lap up the sight, eat it up and engrave it into your brain, but settle for acting like a little stalker for just a minute or two, appreciating the sight of peaceful, unburdened sukuna who has his features halfway devoured by the soft embrace of his pillow.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk headcanons #headcanons #sukuna headcanons #kamesama

[imajinxnation]

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

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

Tysm in advance 💕

Second The Best

Neo (Thomas Anderson) x FEM!Reader

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

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

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Neo is my soft bb boi and I love him

Lmk if I missed any warnings!!

"A-are you sure..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[scribbledghost]

Something Old

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (F!Reader, no Y/N)

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4,013

Warnings: smut, collaring, d/s dynamics, PiV sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), praise, subspace, cockwarming

Note: this is a direct sequel to my other fic "Something New", which can be found on my masterlist. This can be read as a standalone, but I do recommend reading that one first. Tagging @trampondemand cause I think you asked me to tag you if I ever gave Something New a part two??

It takes several months for the collar to develop into a more prominent feature of yours and Simon's relationship. At first, it is seldom used, limited strictly to your bedroom and only brought out when Simon verbally requested it.

It takes time for you to pick up on the subtle tells that Simon has. The ones that indicate that he wants you to collar him, but that he doesn’t want to (or simply feels like he can’t) ask for it aloud yet. 

And tonight, he has all of them going.

You can tell he's had a rough day at work the moment he walks through the door. You remember his brief sense of optimism earlier in the morning, because today was simply meant to be standard on-base work; training recruits, perhaps some meetings or briefings to attend to, but not much more had been on Simon's schedule.

But from the way he walks in, shoulders heavy and movements sluggish as he toes his boots off and tugs off his balaclava, something tells you that the optimism had been unfortunately misplaced.

He holds you close, head dipping to your shoulder to bury his face there. You feel him drag in several deep breaths and a soft groan rumbles through him as you reach up and scratch his scalp. It's like he's trying to bury himself in you, like he's trying to get so close to you that he can't tell where you end and he begins.

"Rough day?" you ask gently.

He gives you a muffled "mhm" from where his face is still pressed to your shoulder.

"Wanna talk about it?"

Another sound, this time in the negative, accompanied by a slight shake of his head where it rests.

He pulls away from you, but only far enough for him to nudge his forehead against yours and sigh.

"Jus' glad to be home."

You give him a soft smile, bringing one hand down to trace across a couple of the scars on his face. Your hand finds his jawline as you pull him in for a kiss, listening as he exhales through his nose and leans into you.

Simon pulls you close by your hips, a low groan leaving him as you slip your tongue into his mouth. As you deepen the kiss, you slide a hand back to the nape of his neck. You grip the short hair there and tug, and as you do so, Simon whines; a sound so soft you almost miss it.

Almost.

That whine is the only confirmation you need. It is the last vestiges of a too-proud man, pushed through his throat and out into the open air.

"Why don't you let me take care of you, Simon?" you breathe into the space between you. "Help you forget the day."

He eyes you for a moment, as if contemplating his answer. After some time, he nods.

“Why don’t you go get ready then? I’ll be right behind you,” you say, and he kisses you again before walking away from you and towards your shared bedroom.

He grabs one of the kitchen chairs as he goes.

By the time you enter the bedroom and close the door behind you, Simon is on his knees in front of the empty chair with his hands on his thighs, waiting for you. You walk towards the bedside table, gently petting his hair as you pass him. He leans into your touch, though he does not turn to look at you as you grab what you’re after.

The collar is well-worn by now, the black leather more pliable and comfortable than when you'd first fastened it around Simon's neck. The silver o-ring still shines, however.

As does the little metal plate off to the side that has your initials engraved on it.

"This what you want, Simon?" you ask as you sit in front of him, collar in hand.

"Yes," he says with a nod as he looks up at you. His eyelids droop as he tilts his head further upwards, presenting his neck to you in a practiced, familiar action. 

"Please."

The quiet request from him brings a smile to your face, and you take your time fastening the collar around his neck in the way he likes best - not tight enough to constrict, but not loose enough to sag against his clavicle. After a quick check by slipping two of your fingers between the leather and his skin, you hook the same two fingers into the ring. You don't pull - not yet - but rather you let them lay there, acting as a slight weight against the collar.

Simon's head tilts back down as he looks at you through his eyelashes, a deep breath emanating from him.

"Can I touch you, love?" he asks softly.

You give him another smile.

"Yes, you can."

His hands find your knees and slide up your thighs, his body slotting between your spread legs as he settles his grip on your sides. His warm touch is just beneath your shirt, and you gently guide him by his collar until he's close enough for you to kiss.

"How far do you want to take this, Simon?" you ask softly. It's not unusual for the two of you to use the collar in a purely non-sexual manner when he's had a rough day; as a way to help you bring him down from the stress and adrenaline before building him back up.

Then again, it's not unusual for its use to take a turn for the erotic, either.

"As far as you'll go."

You hum thoughtfully, running your free hand through his hair.

"Want me to call the shots, huh?" you ask. "Want me to empty that pretty head of yours until all you can think about is doing what I tell you?"

"Yes," he breathes, his eyes rolling upward. 

"You want to be good for me, don't you, Simon?"

A shudder wracks his frame, and you know he's settling into the proper frame of mind for what you've got planned. Just how easy it was to get him to this point is a clear testament to how sour his day must have been.

"I know you do, my love," you breathe to him as you kiss him again. "Always so good for me. Why don't you start by helping me out of these pants, hm?"

Simon nods, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans slowly. Once you lift your hips, he slides them off of you gently, all while keeping his gaze on you.

Not that he could look anywhere else even if he wanted to, given the hold you had on his collar.

He starts to move his hands to the waistband of your underwear, but you stop him.

"Ah," you tease, "tell me what you want first, Simon."

"Wanna taste you."

The certainty in his tone sends a shock of warmth to your core. At first, you have half a mind to simply give him the go-ahead. Tell him to remove your underwear and make you cum on his tongue.

But what's the use of having a hulking, brick wall of a man on his knees for you if you can't have a little fun?

"Patience, love," you say with a sly smile. You let go of his collar and lean back in the chair, another spark of arousal flaring inside of you as you notice Simon subconsciously following your hand. You spread your legs wider, giving him full view of your clothed center.

"Taste me like this first," you tell him. "Then, if you do a good enough job, I'll let you take them off. Think you can do that for me, Simon?"

He nods, the silver ring on his collar jingling against the plate it's attached to. You hum in approval, placing a hand on his cheek as you rub your thumb along his skin.

"Good boy," you murmur. "Go ahead then."

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, then his arms are sliding beneath your thighs as his hands find your hips. After that, he wastes no more time before he dives towards you, pressing the flat of his tongue against the growing wet spot on your underwear. 

If there is one thing you've come to know about Simon, it's that he does not do half measures. Not in the field, not at home, and certainly not in the bedroom. Even now, with only the passing taste of you on his tongue through the fabric, he's delving into you with all the vigor he holds. His breath comes hot and heavy through his mouth and nose against you, and his groans vibrate against your core.

It's not enough for you to come. You know this, and so does he, but the sight of Simon Riley mouthing at you as if there's no barrier between his tongue and your cunt at all is too addicting for you to put a stop to it just yet.

You reach for his hair with one hand, pulling him further into you.

"That's it," you breathe, "doing so well for me, Simon. So, so good for me."

His grip on you tightens and his eyelids twitch as his eyes roll upwards beneath them. 

You remember how long it took for Simon to be comfortable with the overt praise you gave him. How he wanted it - craved it, even - but the line between not enough praise and too much had been an easy one to cross. He hadn't been used to it; not in such an open, vulnerable sense. 

But now? Now that you have both explored and tested and eased into the dynamic slowly? He chases it. As soon as the piece of leather baring your initials is fastened against his throat, he allows himself to let go and accept any soft words you give him. It's still a fine line at times, but now it's one you've learned to walk without issue. A give and take between the two of you; a dance you both know the steps of by memory.

You sigh as Simon continues his ministrations, massaging his scalp as you close your eyes. You allow yourself to enjoy the sensations for a few more moments before you decide to show him mercy.

"Okay, love," you say, reaching down and hooking two fingers into the collar as you pull him away from you. He is slow to retract his tongue into his mouth, his gaze glossy and dazed. Fully drunk on just the slightest taste of you.

"You've done so well for me, Simon," you soothe as you take one of his hands and place it at the waistband of your underwear. "Go ahead and take them off. You've earned it."

He slowly does as you instruct, eyes never leaving yours as he removes the garment and helps you toss it aside. Simon's arms once again loop beneath your thighs, though he pauses before he dives into you.

"Wanna make you cum, love," he says lowly.

You hum, giving him a grin as you tug him closer by the o-ring on his collar.

"Then make me cum."

Simon has always been very good at following instructions.

The way his tongue moves is practiced and familiar; flattening against you in broad strokes before circling your clit. Wanton moans rumble through his chest as he helps you cage your thighs around his head. 

If you pay close enough attention, you can catch small thrusts of his hips, struggling to give himself any amount of friction he can get against his clothes. 

During previous trysts, he has paused to ask if he can use his fingers on you in addition to his tongue. There is none of that on this day, however. Another testament to how lost he is, to how much he needs to let go and focus only on your touch, your taste, your words.

Once again, you thread a hand through his hair as you talk him through it.

"Feels so good, Simon," you breathe, "keep going. Just like that, focus on my clit. There you go, good boy."

A full-body shudder coupled with a shameless groan rips through him, the extra stimulation causing your hips to buck as you grip tighter on his hair. 

As if he's once again chasing your praise, he all but doubles his efforts, pressing his face impossibly closer to you and swiping your clit with a skilled touch. It isn't long after this that you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, and you dig your heels into his back as a silent warning.

The coil in you snaps, and in your far-off, hazy state, you register Simon moaning with you as you climax. You're sure you're babbling praise at him as he works you through it, though you can't tell exactly what you're saying.

Once your body releases its tension, Simon slows his movements as well. You reach down between your legs to find his collar as you gently pull him away from you, and it takes a moment for him to lazily open his eyes as he gazes up at you. He gives you a lopsided grin, one you've come to know well. He's fully in his subspace at this point, pliant and ready for whatever you have planned next.

You pull him to sit up straighter on his knees, and he lets go of your legs as you lean forward to kiss him. As you do so, you let a finger run along the section of collar that bears your initials.

"All mine, aren't you, Simon?" you purr.

"Yours," he affirms. "All yours, love."

"Ready to keep going?" you ask. "Or do you need a minute?"

"More," is all he gives you in response.

You nod, then move to stand from your chair. His gaze follows you, though he obediently keeps his hands to himself. He watches as you remove your shirt and bra, and you feel his stare as you walk over and lie down on the bed.

"Stand up," you command. 

Simon is quick to oblige, the joints in his knees popping as he does so. You can see the tent in his pants from where you lay.

"Now, I want you to take your clothes off - slowly," you say, your last word interrupting him as you notice his hands move too quickly for your liking.

He pauses for a moment, then begins to follow your directions.

He starts with his shirt, slowly tugging it up his body and over his head before discarding it on the floor. Next are his boots and socks, followed by his belt, which he dutifully unthreads through each loop in his pants. After that, he rests his hands near the button, looking at you with hooded eyes for permission to continue.

"Go on," you say with a nod.

His pants are removed slowly, leaving him only in his underwear. The bulge in the fabric is now markedly more visible, as is the wet patch forming where the head of his cock strains against its confines.

Once again, he pauses. Another step in the dance between the two of you.

Except this time, instead of giving him permission to disrobe himself, you sit up at the edge of the bed and beckon him closer. 

"Would you like some help with these, Simon?" you ask playfully, hooking your index finger into the waistband as you look up at him.

At first, he only nods. Then, when you raise your eyebrows expectantly, he elaborates.

"Yes," he breathes. "Please."

You lean in to press a kiss to his abdomen, noting how the muscles beneath his skin jump at the contact. You help divest him of the last piece of clothing he has on, keeping your eyes locked on his as you do so.

Once he is as bare as you are (save for the piece of leather around his neck), you move further onto the bed. 

At first, you only lie back and watch him. He keeps clenching and unclenching his fists, a clear sign that he's eager to put his hands on you. But, ever the good boy in times like these, he waits for your permission. 

Finally, you decide to give it to him - but not in the way he expects.

Normally, when Simon is collared and at your mercy, he likes to see your face. Whether you're on top or he is is irrelevant, but he likes being able to watch your expressions. Likes being able to watch your mouth move as you praise him. Likes being able to kiss you.

But today, you decide a change of form is in order.

You turn over, lifting yourself onto your knees and elbows. You hear Simon swallow loudly as a breath is punched from his lungs.

"Come on, love," you purr as you turn to look at him. "Get behind me. You can lean over me and put your hands on the bed."

He is slow as he moves, as if he's searing the experience into his memory. Simon gets into position as instructed, draping himself over you as you feel his cock slide against your folds. His hips stutter, and you know he's struggling to keep them as still as he can despite his instinctual need to chase the friction your body provides.

You reach between your legs, guiding him to your entrance.

"Alright, Simon," you breathe. "Go ahead. But don't move once you're in."

Again, he's slow, a long, quiet groan leaving him as he buries himself inside of you. You feel him inch by inch until his hips meet your skin, and once he's fully seated, he releases a shuddering breath. 

He obeys you fully, not moving a muscle as you adjust to him. It takes little time, your previous orgasm being more than enough for you to take him. His breaths are heavy and strained, and you know he is close to his limit of waiting.

It is a calm before the storm - one you know is coming, because you're the one about to create it.

You know Simon is pulled taught, a bowstring ready to release as soon as its handler commands it. All it will take is one simple command.

You give it without hesitation.

"Now," you start, reaching up behind you to hook two fingers into the o-ring dangling from Simon's neck. You yank him down closer to you, and he releases a moan that shifts into a growl as you do. 

"Fuck me like you mean it, Simon."

You don't need to elaborate on the order. Nor do you need to tell him twice.

He takes you hard and fast, hips snapping into you with abandon. You still have a grip on his collar, rendering him unable to straighten his back; keeping him close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off of him. 

After a particularly hard thrust, the strength in your arms gives way, sending your head down onto the mattress below. Still, you don't release Simon, causing him to lurch forward with you.

It's difficult for you to tell which guttural sounds are coming from you and which ones are coming from him - his voice tends to pitch upwards when he's this lost in his headspace. It's a rare sound, but it's one you chase after anyway.

"That's it," you mumble, hoping he can hear. "That's it, just - fuck - just like that, Simon. Feels so good, feels so fucking good."

Another harsh thrust coupled with a pinched groan is enough to confirm he heard the message. 

You shift your hips only slightly, just enough for him to nudge something deep inside of you over and over and over again. A haze descends over your mind, all thoughts leaving you except for how good it feels and how you don't want it to stop.

"God, Simon, you're so fucking good," you say without thinking. "Good boy. Good fucking boy."

Suddenly, you feel him still, his cock pressed as far into you as possible while he comes. With it comes a new sound out of Simon's mouth:

He fucking whines.

Not like the gentle, soft whine he gave you earlier, the one to indicate he was willing to be pliable and eager for you. No, this one is louder. Brazen.

Desperate.

It's a sound you have never heard out of your lover before, and you immediately make a mental note to do whatever it takes to hear it again.

The heat in the room is stifling as you both catch your breath. Simon further drapes himself over your body, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses to the skin he can reach. 

"Sorry," he mumbles, "didn't wait for you to tell me I could come. Got lost. Didn't... didn't realize-"

You shush him softly.

"You don't need to apologize, love," you murmur. His orgasm had caught him by surprise, just as it had you. 

"You can go ahead and pull out," you tell him, releasing the hold on his collar. "Lie back and rest, I'll get something to clean us up with."

However, Simon does not follow your suggestion.

"Can we stay like this?"

You smile to yourself.

"Yeah, you can stay inside for a little while. But let's get a bit more comfortable first, okay?"

He huffs slightly when you move and pull his cock from you. 

"Easy, Simon," you say, "it's just for a second."

You guide him to lie on his side next to you, and shift yourself onto your side facing him. You hook one of your legs over his hip and bring yourself closer, helping him to sheath his softening cock back into your heat.

"There," you croon as you extend an arm beneath his head to pull him closer, "good boy."

Simon's eyes flutter as his body shudders. 

Normally, this would be the point in the evening when you would clean up, bring him some water, and make sure he's fed and comfortable. You would remove his collar and set it aside, and perhaps massage his neck if things had gotten particularly rough.

Not this time, however. The scene isn't over yet. 

He hasn't returned from his subspace.

"Come on back whenever you're ready, Simon," you murmur to him. "I've got you. I'm here."

He curls into you, draping an arm over your middle and pulling you closer. His eyes close, and for a moment you think he's fallen asleep. It wouldn't necessarily be a negative thing - he once said he tends to sleep more soundly when he's down like this - but you know waking up later will be somewhat disorienting for him in exchange.

However, he's still awake.

And, if the way he gently cups your cheek to pull you in for a kiss is any indication, he's starting to slowly come back up from his subspace.

"Thank you, lovey," he rumbles.

"Don't need to thank me, Simon. Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm."

"Hungry?"

He pauses.

"...Yeah."

"Alright," you say, "I'll get us cleaned up in a few, then order some takeout. Sound good?"

Simon makes a soft noise in the affirmative. After a few moments of silence, you reach up and touch his collar. 

"Want me to take it off?"

"No," he says. "Not yet. Like the way it feels."

He knows when he's finished wearing it, all he has to do is ask you to remove it. He always has free permission to remove it on his own, but he's told you before that he'd rather your hands be the ones to do so.

"You back up with me, love?" you ask. "It's okay if you're not. Just trying to gage where you are."

"'M back up," he says. "Jus' enjoyin' the moment. That's all."

He always does tend to get a bit sentimental when he's fresh off of a scene. 

You bring him in for another kiss, sharing the oxygen in the small space between the two of you. 

"Love you, Simon."

Simon's actions speak in ways his words can’t as he pulls you impossibly closer and kisses you again.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost scribbles

[createdbytragedy]

WHEN YOU GET TIRED OF THE WORLD, COME FALL INTO MY ARMS

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship,

Warning: None

Synopsis: In midst of work and chaos, all that keeps him going is your words.

"Love is eternal, the aspect may change but not the essence."

-Vincent Van Gogh

The music was loud. Too loud for yeonjun's liking. He felt his temples throbbing with pain as the music thumped through the giant speakers and he had to fight the urge to rub his hand over it. Colorful light flicker continuously, making his eyes tired and exhausted. He overlooked the stage where a band was performing, the music sounding too repeated and obnoxious at this point. The suit that he thought were beautiful in the beginning of the night suddenly felt too tight and uncomfortable the longer he was in them. Sweat made his inner shirt stick to his body in an intolerable way, the scent of his perfume long faded and replaced with the sweat and other mixed fragrance of the present people at the studio. God, it smelled awful.

He leaned back on his chair. His butt ached from being seated on the chair for too long, all he wanted to do now was get up and stretch. His face hurts from trying to fake a smile at the camera for too long. Soobin whispered something to him but he couldn't decipher it due to the bellowing music and that he didn't care anymore.

He was so tired. His eyelids felt heavy. Almost giving up to stay open.

He hated in here. And he was so tired. He was tired of the loud music. He was tired of the chattering of people all over the place. He was tired of the sticky, uncomfortable expensive suit that he has to be careful with. He was tired of the feigned fragrances of designer perfumes which smelled like shit right now. He was so tired of the world.

He missed you.

And he wanted to be with you. In your apartment that always smelled like summer and roses. He wanted to be in his sweats and sweatshirts and wrap his arms around you as you play with his hair. He wants to trace his fingers on your skin as he tells you about his day. He wants to listen to your voice, reminding him that you're here, with him. He wants to feel your fingertips massaging his scalp, making the headache go away.

He knows you will make him tea and give him one of your long, gentle kisses that feels like stream of rivers. He loved it. Loved the simple life you presented to him. He didn't need the spotlight on him all the time when he was with you. He had your hand, intertwined with his and that's all that matters.

He knows you love him and you know he loves you. Your love didn't need dated and luxurious trips to Italy. You could feel each other's heart in the way your smiles reflect each other's light. Though, Yeonjun doubt he could ever make you shine as brightly as you made him shine but you assured him by your kisses and hugs.

You loved him.

He knows because you told him, and those words were engrave into his heart like a king's oath, resurfacing every time everything became too hard to handle. He knows he'll make it. He knows you're his safe place and he knows he can fall into your arms whenever he got tired of the bustling streets and flashing cameras. He knows because you said so,

"Whenever you get tired of the world, come, fall into my arms. "

#txt #yeonjun #choi yeonjun #fluff #txt fanfic #yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #kpop idols x reader #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #fanfiction

[satorqn]

sunkissed+starstruck

suna hcs on my mind || fem reader

suna has the lightest sprinkling of freckles across his face; starting at the outer corner of his eyes and dispersing over the expanses of his cheekbones. only a handful of people know, though. his mom, who chastised him for not wearing sunscreen when roaming around town with the miya twins. his teammates on the court, though they don’t really care nor feel the need to bring it up. and you, perhaps the only person whose allowed anywhere near enough to see the light brown specks. 

in high school, suna was too shy for his own good. hiding behind a mask, hiding behind a book, hiding behind his teammates, hiding in the back of the class, suna at every waking moment desired to be erased from sight. which is why no one ever took notice of his freckles, nonetheless taken notice of him. why or how you did, was beyond him. 

the sun had set long ago, and chemistry homework discarded ages before. suna’s bedroom is basked in a golden glow from a single bedside lamp, one that’s fit for a young child (it embarrassed him to no end when you came in, but you swore it was cute and endearing). the entire room is decorated as if it were for a toddler and teenager, at the same time. the walls are painted a bright, baby blue which doesn’t match the angsty band posters and volleyball medals. among the textbooks on physics, advanced calculus and history are trinkets and toys meant for a small toddler. 

and holy hell is suna nervous right now. pretty girl in his room, in his bed, on his lap. you can tell, the way his eyes shift around, never meeting yours, and the light pink flush that spreads from his cheeks to his ears. it’s so cute it’s funny; you can’t even count on your own ten fingers the amount of times you’ve been over to suna’s house, studies in his room, napped in his bed, seated yourself on his lap, yet he still gets so flustered. 

“rin, babe,” the nicknames roll of your tongue, but it still sends a shock up suna’s spine when he hears it from you. 

“mmm” his gaze finally meets your, wide and eager to hear your next words. 

“you’ve got freckles.” you cup his face gently, tilting it to see more clearly in the dark room. he lets you, tilting his face back and forth against the light. 

“yeah...” suna’s not quite sure if the freckles are a good or bad thing. yeah, his mom got mad at him at first, but now he’s got you tracing the dots from one side of his face to the other. there’s the slightest smile on your face, as you play a game of ‘connect the dots’ on your boyfriend’s face. 

you want to memorize every feature, every freckle on his face. the one vaguely shaped like a heart beneath his left eye, how there’s more sprinkled on the bridge of his nose, the way the specks curve up towards his temples and slightly fall down to the fullness of his cheeks. you can even make out the big dipper on his right cheekbone. you want the patterns, his face, engraved in the back of your eyelids so when you close your eyes all you see if your rin. when you lay against his chest for a nap after homework, all you’ll see is him. when you fall back against the soft grass in his backyard and gaze up at the stars, all you’ll see is the patterns of suna rintarou forever memorialized in the universe. 

you feel like a renaissance astronomer when you gaze at suna. with each passing year you spend with him, you always find a new star in your universe to note down, a new constellation to map. 

“ah!” you gasp, jabbing a finger into suna’s cheek. “a new one!” 

you’re still on suna’s bed; only his childhood room has shifted to a college dorm. the room’s still dimly lit by a single lamp, one that no longer childish. there’s still angsty posters and volleyball medals hanging on the wall, painted a slate gray rather than the baby blue you’ve grown to love. there’s still homework to toil over and exams to cram for, but that’s all that has seemingly changed. 

his heart shaped freckle is still beneath his left eye, the big dipper still resides on his right cheek. but as the earth makes its laps around the sun, and it continues to kiss his face as much as you do with each passing day, it blesses you with more and more specks on his face for you to memorize. 

“really?” suna lightheartedly swats your finger away with a light chuckle. “i’ve been wearing sunscreen too.” 

“gosh, don’t.” you fall against him with a dramatic sigh. “i love your freckles.” 

he snorts, arm encircling your waist to comfortably pull you against him. “what do you mean ‘don’t’? uv rays are no joke. you want me to look 60 at 20?” 

“no! just love your freckles, that’s all.”

an: this was sitting in my drafts for months lol but was thinking of dear felix when i thought of this hehe

#haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader

[starshapedb0x]

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: slow kisses and quiet giggles, light touches underneath the sheets as the sun rises.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni and read at your own discretion.), morning sex, established relationship bf/gf, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), really lots of affection.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x fem!gf!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.5K+

𝐀/𝐍: it’s a little short but I honestly had so much fun writing it. English is not my first language and I explored a little vocabulary while writing so please 🙏

You love mornings. Especially when your windows are open and you wake up with the dim, cosy light of the sun hitting your eyelids, forcing you to gently flutter them open and watch the sunrise, feeling the dust of sleep lingering along your face and body, And when you gain consciousness, feel your lover’s arms loosely wrapped around your waist while his other arm lays beneath your head, keeping it up right under his own. Warm, naked body pressed against your bare skin as he still lies comfortably in his slumber. It all felt unusually special after a frantic night out celebrating whatever it was, sometimes even just for fun. It felt even more special after not seeing each other for a whole week due to work.

Suddenly, the arm under your head moves slightly, and the arm around your waist pulls you closer. The head above your own turns down to press its lips against your head, kissing down to your cheek and, sneakily, your jawline. The ‘good morning’ leaving his mouth in a raspy voice but mellow tone as he lowers his kisses to your exposed neck, you quietly giggle and raise your shoulder to cover it, and you can only guess it elicits a smile from the male behind you as he rests his head back in the silk pillows of your shared bed.

His fingers traced light and various shapes along the sides of your torso; you felt your name being traced, and his name, letter by letter, carefully gliding against the skin on display. O-S-C-A-R. He slid his digits up to your shoulder, sliding painfully slowly down your arm, and that’s the moment you’re covered in goosebumps, your senses peeking up at whatever’s here to come. His fingers stop, hopping to your rib cage, where he traces your ribs one by one. He glides his fingers along the side of your waist, simulating where he placed his hands so many times, whether in an innocent way or not. Now he brought his fingers quickly down to your pelvic bone, which he loved so much, along with your collarbone, pressing down on it lightly. You reach your hand to his wrist, not to stop him but rather to guide him, slithering his hand between your legs, letting them push down on the inner side of your thighs, lightly running along the love bites left from the previous night when you’d finally met after being deprived of seeing each other. You can’t help but to part your lips at the lingering sensation, sighing softly, making Oscar kiss behind your ear and along your neck, the arm under your head folding at his elbow so his hand reached your head to caress the hair he loved so much, mostly caressing the side of your forehead very faintly.

Although it takes him so long to reach where you need him, there’s no such thing as impatience on mornings like this. There’s no such thing as desperation or frustration. There’s just one desire: to show how much you appreciate each other by lightly touching everywhere you love, to go deeper, to go slower, to go longer. More than leaving a mark on your bodies, leave marks engraved in your souls.

The way he delicately reaches your sweet spot and aches to be able to see your face as he takes his time to stroke exactly where you need it, finding the slow pace and precise spot where you’ve partially guided him to Oscar leaves kisses at the nape of your neck and around, hoping to catch even a small glimpse of your reaction. His fingers pick up a comfortable pace as he rubs your clit, sensitive still, whether it was from the previous night or simply because you’d just woken up. You forget how to breathe properly at that moment, breathing sharply and lazily moving your leg up to rest on top of his, giving him more room to work on. The sheets fell warm, covering you both from the outside world, which seems so distant right now. Your hand tightens its grip on your lover’s wrist in an attempt to guide him a little quicker, but he does not comply. Your other hand is around his other arm, so you have someone to hold on to.

He snuggles his head up against your neck, and you feel his breath hitting your uncovered skin and lingering along your neck, making you let out a quiet snicker, to which your boyfriend replied with one as well. As his digits lower their work and slip inside you, his thumb focuses on your clit, and the way his fingers circle your entrance makes you feel that buildup start to be overwhelming, your legs lightly twitching against Oscar’s body. And when he slickly slips his two digits in, it hits you slowly, a low moan leaving your mouth, breaking the silence felt until that moment. "Oscar, please.." He knows exactly what you want, so he doesn’t ask, but he’s not willing to give it to you right now. Instead, he pumps his fingers slowly, making you shudder underneath his touch as he kisses your shoulder. You know you can’t hold on much longer, and the way he’s working on you with his thumb along your clit and fingers moving at such a carefully slow pace leaves you shaking almost there. And that’s when he stops each and every contact he has with your body. His fingers slide away from between your legs, and his body leans back towards the centre of the bed rather than the side where you were both cuddled up. You close your thighs, hoping to get some kind of friction to end what he started, but it’s morning and you haven’t moved. Even if you were strong enough, at this time you weren’t.

Although you’re not mad at him, You’re patient, and you know what’s coming will be better. Your boyfriend gathers you towards him and rests you in the centre of the bed, lying down to make sure no muscle of yours is moving one inch. He sits back and carefully picks up your legs, sliding both of them on top of his shoulders. His eyes are half-lidded as he looks down at you, the dust of sleep still effectively spreading everywhere in your bedroom. He looks back down in between your legs, where he’d started previously, rubbing it lightly before stroking himself a few times. He carefully lined himself up with you and, only for a few seconds, let his cock rub against you teasingly. As his tip slid in, both of you gasped, looking at each other with eyes lit by the sun's rays now bravely peaking through your windows. He almost lies on top of you, one of his hands to your side, supporting himself on the bed, and the other reaching for your hand. As he reached it, he stretched his hand out and closed it, intertwining your fingers and pressing both of your hands on the bed. As he slid himself in, adjusting as he did so, you turned your head to the side leisurely, letting whispers of pleasure slip out of your lips rapidly. He leans down, keeping his face near yours. You can hear his quiet panting right in your ear as he starts thrusting into you. He kisses your cheek and then your neck, giving himself intervals between kisses to breathe. Your back lightly arches as he finally hits that one special place inside you, and you try to squeeze your thighs together, being impeded by the man between your legs working you so well and slowly that you’re on the verge of forgetting how to speak. He obviously notices and angles his thrusts to where he knows you’ll like them. You wrap your free hand around his head, running your fingers through his hair, and pull him closer to you.

"I love you, Y/N." He says it quietly in your ear, panting. His panting is getting harsher and his thrusting is getting sloppy; you know he won’t last much longer. But you’re not so far away either. Your legs are weakening and trembling, and you feel light waves of pleasure hitting you from time to time.

"I love you too, Oscar." You tell him shakily. He looks at you as you turn to him; a smile plays on his lips, and he presses your lips together, at which you both giggle lightly. In a few seconds, you feel yourself tense up, a choked moan leaves your mouth, and your legs wrap around your lover. A hit of pleasure runs throughout your body, and you’re done, panting sharply and closing your eyes. Only then do you feel your boyfriend tense up and spill inside of you, tightening the grip around your hands and letting himself rest on top of you as he rides out his high, lazily thrusting into you one last time before he pulls out. You let yourself go in that sparkly haze, closing your eyes and relaxing under that comfortable weight lying on top of you.

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As you open your eyes for the second time this day, there’s a tray with toasted bread and jam, along with a pot of coffee, being held by that beautiful being you have the honour to call your own. He noticed you awake, so he sat right next to you. You sit up and rest against him, placing the tray in front of you. If there is a more perfect way to start the day, you haven’t found it yet.

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[lovejosephquinn]

A highly requested sequel to this imagine

I hope you all love it, I put my all into it and I still feel like it could be better, UGH 💀

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Word Count: 4.3k (my longest JQ imagine to date)

There was no one who completely engulfed your mind like him; a close friend from over the years that you'd grown up with who had become so much more than a friend in your head. The feelings were unfathomable and you couldn't control them near as much as you'd hoped to. The way you clearly flirted around him to see if he'd catch your drift, he never did. The way you'd touch him softly and the way you'd take his soft features in, the way he spoke to you, the way he called you love, pretty, HIS darling girl. The way he looked at you gave you hope, but to no avail. To some it probably meant nothing, but to you; it was everything. So it was a thing that you just fantasised about almost every single day and you'd continue to keep your mouth shut on the basis of not wanting to ruin the closeness you already held with Joe, it had to be enough.

It wasn't just the things that you did to try and prove a point, Joe's features were in engraved in your mind, his eyes being your personal favourite - they held a thousand secrets yet screamed a million words, just not ones of mutual emotion, or so you thought. His sarcasm, the little cheeky side to him but also the shy side to him, his ability to make you laugh in any mood and then join you in chuckling slight when he heard you giggle, his toothy grin enough to heal the world, the way his hands soothed your back when he gave you a hug, the way he'd make time for you even out of your friendship circle. There was just no point in denying that you couldn't quit the way you felt, he gave you a new excuse to fall down deeper every day.

Your phone rang interrupting your thoughts as you laid alone in your bed that evening, the man himself popped up on your screen, his contact photo of him crossing his eyes and making the most idiotic of faces had you smiling, he cursed you for keeping that photo he took every god damn day, but it was impossible to remove it from your camera roll and the image was practically tattooed onto your eyelids, you could picture it now without even looking. You tapped answer and held the phone to your ear immediately before you unintentionally missed the call.

"Hello." You tried to sound the upmost upbeat, yet it came out profoundly louder than you thought.

"Hello love, I was bored so I thought I'd distract you from whatever you were doing." He was distracting you from himself inside your head, the real thing was much better though.

"Oh how gentlemanly of you, well I'm doing nothing so you made a good decision." There was the flirty act again.

"That's me! Best damn gentleman you'll ever meet." You giggled at his involuntary cockiness yet sarcastic remark.

You talked shit for at least an hour, general chit chat yet laughing over conversations you'd probably had at least 20 times, yet they were still as hilarious as the last time. The moment you yawned had him sighing over the other end of the phone.

"Am I boring you, pretty? Does Y/N need her beauty sleep?"

"Y/N does. Y/N also needs Joe to shut up talking trash about her being pretty." You don't know why you came out with that last part, maybe it was to try and avoid the butterflies that erupted into the pit of your stomach when he embedded the nickname he often called you into your ear drum whilst you were cosy and comfy in bed. You'd shut your eyes, placing your phone onto the pillow with him on loud speaker as if he were there next to you, minus the contact.

"What if I mean it? I'm not going to stop if I'm telling the truth now am I?" Joe muttered, the way he was biting down on his lip revelling in the way the same butterflies practically punched his insides.

"Well do you?" Your eyes flung open, staring to the phone inches away from your head, curious as to why you hadn't shut yourself up yet and ended the conversation before.

"Always, babe." Babe. That was new.

Becoming as ignorant as you could've been, shooting your walls straight up that were already barricading your emotions towards your friend, you said goodnight eventually after trying to find the right words to say, it took every ounce of you not to just blurt out the words I LIKE YOU, NOTICE ME. And just like that, once you'd hung up, the thoughts took over more than ever as you tried to ignore the heat growing between your thighs. Just two words had drove you and the entirety of your body insane, it was the tone of voice he'd uttered those two words together that made it so perfect, you had to relieve yourself of the tension you'd created alone, the fact you relished in his voice now carved into your thoughts made your fingers wander downward as you laid bare, stroking a straight line through your slit making you shudder, goose bumps caressing your skin like Joe had put them there.

Spreading your legs further apart to open up wide for your hand to gain perfect access, you spat onto your fingers, lapping it straight onto your clit, lathering what was already becoming a mess on your cunt, your hole gaped at nothingness as you shut your eyes and began to imagine Joe's face pressed between your legs, humming as his tongue flickered over your aching bud, staring up at you with his sparkling brown eyes, you'd of liked to think he was enjoying what he saw, the way you squirmed your hips, bucking them upward as his lips sucked harshly. You bit down on your lip, muffling the moans escaping you, it truly never felt the same on your own and even though you'd never felt his touch, you just knew it had to be a million times better than anyone's; including yours.

You were too busy to notice that your phone had slipped under your elbow and that you'd unintentionally leaned on the answer button when Joe was calling once more, bad timing. You were too involved in reaching your climax to hear him shout your name when you didn't reply, he shut up when he heard the borderline pornographic noises from the receiving end. You were also to busy to notice that he'd heard your fingers faintly fucking your pussy at a marvellous speed and as soon as you groaned "Ugh, yes fuck me Joey" he hung up. He knew instantly that you were referring to him, you only called him Joey - heck there were no other Joseph's that you were actually friends with that he knew of.

Your body relaxed instantly tightening from a surge of power that rushed through your body when you hit the spot, moving your fingers into the weak place over and over saw electricity jolting up in your stomach as you slowly moved and then fastened your pace once more, a sharp breath led you to leaking out onto the sheets, climaxing over the building desire that was your friend's cock fucking you deep. Your thighs shut together as you tried to make the sensitive ache last longer, clenching your walls around the small, narrow length of your two fingers. Not far after you'd laid staring at the ceiling for a while, you dragged yourself to the bathroom to clean up, you swatted your head to the faint knock at the front door, still in a daze yet confused as to who would be paying a visit at this time.

Unknowing to you, the moment Joe had hung up the phone and realised what on earth was obviously happening mirrored the way he'd clearly been masturbating over you earlier that evening. He grabbed his keys, barely pushed his feet into his shoes before he'd launched himself out of the front door of his flat and made a run to the car to get to you as fast as he possibly could. He had to know.

A louder knock came from the door this time as you unhooked your dressing gown from the back of the bathroom door, tying the robe up nice and tight and rushing to take your keys to open up. The moment you flung it open, your friend stood before you in a mesmerised state. You furrowed your brow at him, extremely bewildered yet of course in your head and heart, happy to see him. "Hey Joey, um didn't we speak on the phone all of 20 minutes ago, what are you doing here at this hour?"

You stared at each other, his silence actually starting to nerve you a little, it wasn't like Joe to be speechless around you, yet here he was, his mouth opened slightly as if he was going to reply, yet no sound was made. His eyes bore into yours as you blinked back at him. "Is everything... ok?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"Did you-" His voice whispered as if he couldn't quite string the words together.

"Did I?" You choked on your reply, giggling at his out of character and way less chaotic and more stern looking behaviour.

You gestured for him to come in, still realising in the last two minutes that you'd not got an answer, that he was still stood out in the corridor that led to your flat. He walked through and leaned his elbows down straight to the countertop beside the door, you shut it and leaned against it, scrunching your face up at his weird etiquette.

"Are you going to tell me what's the matter or am I-"

"Did you moan my name?" Joe blurted out, staring to the ground not being able to even look you in the eye after his organs had pretty much vomited themselves upward the second the words came out of his mouth.

Your jaw fell to the floor, slightly scoffing at his question. "Excuse me?" He looked at you this time.

"You heard what I said Y/N and I'm pretty sure I heard you. Did you moan my name?"

Shit. "I- I-" You stuttered, your cheeks flashing red.

"I called you to tell you something I failed to mention before and you answered but you were clearly busy..." His eyes fell down to your thighs insinuating he knew exactly what you were up too. "But then I heard you moan my-"

You rushed into your bedroom cutting him off, picking up your phone and checking your call log. It was there as clear as day. Incoming call: Joey - 1 minute 42 seconds. Your whole body was sweating, your heart was beating out of your chest at 100 miles per hour. Joe shortly followed after you into your bedroom, slouching on your door frame whilst you sat at the edge of your bed, now you were the one that simply couldn't look him in the eye. You made yourself look as small as possible, lifting your knees up to your face to hug them, gently sitting your chin on top, your arms caging them tightly in a firm grip.

He slowly moved towards you, kneeling down on the floor, resting his hands either side of you onto the sheets. "Y/N?" He was trying to get a response, you owed him your honesty.

"I did." You muttered lowly.

"You meant to?" Joe whispered shyly. A state you'd rarely seen him in before.

"I did." You matched his tone, there was no going back now. Not especially when his hands pushed your shoulders back forcefully, making you land flat down on the mattress, Joe brought himself to the side of you, laying next to you, his doe eyes almost forcing you like a magnet to draw yours to his.

"What were you thinking about?"

"You." You bit down on your lip, speaking the obvious, yet the other obvious thing was that he already knew that, Joe just wanted to hear you say it out loud.

"That's all well and good Y/N, but I need you to be a bit more specific." His face lowered merely inches away from yours, his watch fluttered to your lips a couple of times.

"This is weird, I-I'm sorry." You attempted to sit back up, trying to ignore the situation unravelling before you. Even though you wanted him bad and had done for a long time, he was still only your friend. Joe didn't let you get as far as lifting your back up before his hand pressed against your shoulder again, his fingers playing with the material of your dressing gown as you instantly looked submissive in his touch. "Tell me." He growled.

"The way you would fuck me." You purred.

"Is that what you want?" A rising smirk fell onto his features, his mind was running wild, how could you actually want him as much as he wanted you; yet you both never realised. You nodded to his question and his face lowered fully, his lips pushing themselves firmly to yours as you quickly reciprocated the contact, his hand came up to cup your jaw as your lips moved in unison. His tongue begged for entrance and you gladly let it, the muscles working together to make the open kiss a more desperate one as they writhed around each other sweetly.

Your eyes fluttered open when Joe broke the kiss, a kiss you never thought would ever happen. "Wait is that what you want?" You asked quickly, your nerves only relaxing slight after that reaction. "Because I don't want this to be a pity snog." Joe chuckled at you, snorting laughter from his throat making his cute dimples shine.

"My darling, I've been wanting you for so long it's stupid." Joe smiled truthfully and you believed him, you were both almost completely vulnerable to each other now that the first kiss had come into play so there was no way you were hiding your feelings anymore.

"Wanting to just fuck me? or-"

"Absolutely not. That's what I called for, I wanted to confess how much I like you Y/N, but it's not just that, it's wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to hold you at night, wanting to call you mine-"

You cut him off reaching your lips to his once more, passionately smacking your mouth against his, your stomach was doing flips, your heart was punching the air proudly. Joe untied your robe revealing your naked body to him, abruptly stopping the heated moment and giving it a glance over, he sighed returning his gaze to yours. "So beautiful, I told you that you were pretty. I just knew the rest of you would be too. My god."

"So does that mean I can see you?" Joe nodded and stood up before you, you eyed down at his crotch to see his tightening bulge bursting from his zipper line. He stripped completely naked in front of you, not feeling awkward in the slightest as you examined his body, his top half you'd seen before, still as sexy as ever, yet the way your eyes grew a little lower down had him licking his lips, an all too confident smirk hit him. "Fucking hell Quinn, you're big." You blurted out without even thinking and it only made his confidence leap. You removed your dressing gown off of your arms and pushed it to the floor as Joe made a bee line for you as a fire grew in his eyes, your legs spreading apart as they had before but now with the man of your dreams laid between them.

His hands roamed onto your boobs, grabbing hold of them and letting his fingertips massage your nipples, hardening them between his digits. You gasped when his lips latched onto your neck, kissing, nibbling ever so slightly and moving downward to meet his fingers that were kept busy, they moved to the side to squish your breasts closer together, replacing them little flickers of his tongue one at a time, the ache between your legs soaring higher than before.

"What else were you thinking about love?" Joe raised his face to look up at you.

"Your h-head between my legs." You looked downward innocently as if you hadn't just said that.

"Your wish is my command then." He kissed down your stomach, back kneeling down at the end of the bed where he'd started before he'd got the first answer from you that he needed. Reaching his arms out and pulling your thighs, he dominantly took a hold of them, the tips of his fingers moulding into your skin when he dragged you towards him, kissing around your thighs slowly, making the ache only more painful due to his now teasing nature. Joe took one look at your wet slit, massaging his thumb on your folds as he opened them up to the side to get a better view. "Look at that pretty little pussy, all wet, just for me." Joe groaned, his cock clearly reacting to it, his tip twitching as a little pre-cum leaked out, he could've probably came from just staring at your cunt.

Joe spat down onto your clit, using one hand to keep you opened up as his thick finger stroked from top to bottom, the slick instantly coating him. "Fuck she's ready." He let out a breathy moan and dug in. His lips sucked onto your clit, clamping onto it for dear life as he earned a moan from your throat when he slurped, the taste of you almost ending him. The way his tongue flickered over your bud was better than your fantasy, the way he lapped up your juices, the way he teased you further down, circling around your entrance.

"Is that what you wanted baby, is this what your wet cunt needed? My mouth around it, did it need this too?" His tongue shoved its way through your hole, your hips flying upward as your hands came to fist his messy curls, pushing him inward, surely suffocating him as you let him tongue fuck you deep. "Oh my god yes! Just like that!" You squealed almost suddenly as his thumb reached back up, his tongue at work and you were now being frantically rubbed vigorously by the pressure of his thumb moving over your clit in a constant motion. Your body was in ecstasy, you knew you were right about him touching you this way, better than anybody had ever touched you. Nobody had ever made you cum in foreplay, not one man had given you a real climax, but Joe was too much of an expert, knowing your body better than you did so quickly for you to be faking this orgasm. Your breathing hitched and you swatted your face backward, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you felt your second pinnacle of the night starting. "J-J-Joey. I'm going to-"

His tongue curled upward and flattened out wide, hitting the right places and you gushed onto it, the loudest moan fell out of your mouth, your lungs fought for air when the sudden wave of sensitivity filled your body, your thighs twitching as you wrapped your legs around the back of his head, squeezing to fill any gap you might have had between one another, which was slim to nothing. Joe took a deep breath in as he pulled away, moaning into your cunt one last time, your legs relaxing back to their previous position and it wasn't long till Joe was back up met with your face again. "Your pussy is heaven Y/N, so fucking pretty and ready for my cock, now I get to fuck you - tell me how you want it baby." Joe moved his lips back to your neck, sucking at a part that made the soft little hairs at the back of your head stand up right.

"Ruin me." You groaned noisily and that was all he needed to hear.

He lifted himself above you, using his hands to hold himself up right as he lined himself up at your entrance, Joe knew he wasn't going to last terribly long at the expense of wanting you this way for so long and from the way he'd just eaten you like a starving animal but the time he had, he'd make it count. "Anything for my girl." My girl.

He slowly pushed inward and you took the entirety of his length perfectly, though scrunched your face up a little from his size. "Fuck you're so tight, you ready?" He was so sexy yet so thoughtful even still, making sure that you were ok before he completely wrecked you just as you'd asked him to. How was it possible to be so horny for someone yet still have those damn butterflies flipping around in your stomach like it was something beknown, like love. You nodded briefly. "Fuck me Joey."

"Where have I heard that before?" You instantly threw your hands over your face, embarrassed at what he was referring to. His came up to swipe them away from your face so he could look at you whilst he started to thrust his hips, starting slow and then building up a pace which saw his cock slamming in and out, his balls slapping against your ass. Your foreheads pressed down together, looking in unison at the way he shattered your hole, the way he fucked you so good.

"You take my cock so well pretty girl, so fucking well." You clenched your walls around him, squeezing the length of his cock making his arms flex as he shuddered above you, the headboard was smacking itself against the wall the more frantic his hips moved into you. "Shit don't do that I'll cum." You met each other's stare, biting your lip hard and he knew the game you were playing. Ripping himself apart from and kneeling upward, towering over you without any warning he flipped you over. "Fucking hell, that peachy bum is perfect, I knew it." He was completely done and you were completely under any command he could lay upon you, the way he man handled you almost made you cum again. "Arse up now."

You got into position straight away, your head pressed into the sheets as you raised your back end upward and his cock met your twinging cunt once more, his hands gripping at your waist as he pounded into you from behind, his head arching backward as he felt himself getting closer. "Oh god yes you feel amazing, better than I ever thought possible. Now tell me who you belong to baby, I want to hear it."

Your head was pushed down into the sheets as you tried to use your words, though you simply couldn't get them out. "Answer me when I ask you a fucking question." He demanded, one hand raised into the air and spanked straight down to your cheek making your head lean to the side, letting out a whimpered yelp from the hard blow. "I'm yours Joey, I've always been yours."

"And I'm yours, my darling, all fucking yours. Shit-" He pulled out quickly, jerking at his cock desperately, a moan so hot you couldn't quite comprehend if you'd heard it right saw him spewing his seed all over your ass cheeks. Slowly bringing himself back down from heaven, you remained in the same position whilst he darted to the bathroom and cleaned you up with a towel he found on the floor. Little did he know, this particular towel was the one you'd use to clean up earlier.

You rolled onto your back one he'd sorted you out, wiping his cock dry and tossing it to the floor beside your robe, he joined next to you, laying beside you as your chests heaved for air, looking up to the plain ceiling finding some sort of way to fathom on what just occurred. Both of your feelings now out in the open good and proper.

"Come here." Joe opened his arm out to you, instantly pulling yourself to rest your head down on his chest as his fingers bent awkwardly to sooth your still naked back.

"That was amazing Y/N, jesus christ." He sighed, pecking his lips onto the top of your head, your smiles beaming so hard you couldn't quite rip them apart from your features, it was like they were permanently moulded on your faces forever.

"Perfect. I'm so glad I accidentally answered you." Your cheeks flushed at your response, you had to start thinking before you spoke, idiot. You changed the subject quickly. "But what did you mean when you said better than you ever thought possible, Joey?" He wasn't dumb, he knew exactly what you were trying to get out of him. Joe licked his lips, his throat producing a small stifled laugh.

"You're not the only one who's had indecent thoughts about their friend love."

You laughed together, not an ounce of what had just happened was uncomfortable, it came so natural like it was genuinely meant to happen; the way Joe made you feel was like nothing you'd ever felt in your entire life. And now you laid there naked, snuggling like a couple that had been in love for years.

"Friend?"

"Say yes to me taking you to dinner tomorrow night and I might just make you more than my friend." Joe pulled you in closer as you lifted yourself up to look over at him.

"I'd love to go to dinner with you tomorrow night." Your eyes spoke to one another as a pleasant silence fell between you. You loved him.

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[aquagirl1978]

I’m not sure if this the right place to submit my request for the Spring Flower content, but can I request Chevalier + 1 + 🌸?

Thank you for creating these amazing fanfics/stories! I enjoy reading your work 💖

Thank you @1-babypuppy for this request! I'm so happy to hear you enjoy reading my works 💖

Inspired by a post by @yukina-otome - if you saw the post, you'll know.

Read to Me - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of the Spring Showers, Spring Flowers event I am co-hosting with @violettduchess

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: picnic + fluff

Tags: fluff

“Read to me?” you asked your love, smiling sweetly as you held the book out to him.

He smirked as he took the book from your hands, his gloved finger tracing the engraved lettering on the cover. “Midnight Cinderella,” he murmured softly. You watched him as he gazed upon the book in his hands, his blue eyes warm pools of water, the curve of  his smile soft and human,  certain he was remembering the first time he gave it to you to read. Back when your love for one another was just a flower bud, not quite ready yet to blossom into the beautiful rose it would one day become.

“You’ve always enjoyed this book,” he commented while opening it to where your bookmark was, his ice blue eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Yes, I have.” You had never told him that this particular book held a special spot in your heart, a large part being that it was one he had given you. It was part of your love story, back when Chevalier would barge into your room, claiming to need a quiet space to read. As you both read in the peace of your room, day after day, night after night, the seeds of love were soon sowed. 

Resting his head on your lap, he stretched his long legs on the blanket you had set out for your picnic. As he started to read, you leaned back against the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, its canopy providing the perfect amount of shade for your afternoon lunch. Your eyes drifted closed, Chevalier’s deep voice rich and soothing, your hand absentmindedly stroking his silky locks.

A gentle breeze blew by, lulling you to a light sleep, Chevalier’s words dancing in your head in fantastical dream-like images. Awoken by the aroma of fresh strawberries, your eyelids fluttered, finding Chevalier smiling at you, teasing your lips with the berry. 

You made a face at him, curious as to why he was waking you with a berry.

“Can’t I pamper you?” He stared at you seriously for a moment, waiting for your reaction. When none was forthcoming, for you knew your lover better than that and could tell when he was teasing, he huffed a laugh. “You were hungry,” he replied nonchalantly. 

Averting your gaze, your hand mindlessly rubbed your belly, mortification settling in as you hoped your stomach did not growl too loudly.

“Eat,” he coaxed, probing your lips apart with the tip of the berry. The taste sweet on your tongue, you took a bite and closed your eyes, the luscious juices swirling in your mouth tasting absolutely divine. 

His eyes darkened, locking on yours, as he clumsily wiped your lips with his thumb, slipping his digit inside your mouth tickling your tongue. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched as he teased you, your expression soon relaxing, thankful to be hidden under the safety of the tree’s canopy. 

As sudden as he started, he stopped, abruptly removing his hand. A smile spread on his lips, pleased with himself that he elicited such a reaction from you so quickly. 

Chevalier returned to his spot, his head nestled on your lap, and resumed reading the book aloud, as if the past few minutes never happened. Your heartbeat still quickened, you took a few calming deep breaths, reminding yourself that soon enough it would be evening and such activities could be resumed.

Your mind wandering elsewhere, you threaded your fingers through his hair, noting to yourself how handsome he looked under the sunlight. 

When he reached the end of the chapter, he put the book down and rolled over on his side, propping his head on his hand. 

"You liked that, didn't you," he said softly. Your heart filled with warmth as he pressed an awkward kiss onto your navel, your growing belly hidden under the layers of your skirt. 

"I think you enjoyed it more," you replied. My book lover, you added silently in your head. 

Ever since informing Chevalier that he was to be a father, he had taken time out each day to read to his unborn child. Morning, noon, or night, he managed to squeeze in even a few pages. 

Watching him share his love of books made you fall in love with him more and more each day, your heart filling with an overwhelming, unconditional love as Chevalier changed once more, from human to future parent. 

Offering you his hand, he helped you get up, your afternoon away almost over. After gathering what was left of your picnic, you walked away hand in hand, as pale pink flower petals danced in the air.

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[hawkins-losers]

Darling, don’t you ever grow up | Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Eddie becomes a dad. Spoilers: he’s the best dad

Word count: 1.7k 

A/N: I never read or write anything with babies in them, so this is a first for me. Please be nice

** should I make a part 2 where the baby is growing up?

-

You never doubted Eddie that would be a great parent. Naturally, he was very nervous during the pregnancy and childbirth, but you knew in your heart that he would be a fantastic father.

‘’I can’t be a dad, there’s drugs in places I don’t even remember putting them. What if she - or he - finds a bag of weed and chews on it? I’m gonna be no better than my own father,’’ Eddie rambled in panic during a mental breakdown, pacing in circles in your small apartment.

You knew this was his overactive imagination and the childhood trauma was engraved in his head speaking, but it still made your heart ache. You get that he was scared to relive his father’s mistakes, but he shouldn’t compare himself to his old man.

Unlike his father, Eddie cared for his daughter. She meant the world to him and loved her with his whole heart - even before she was born. You knew he would do things the right way.

You saw the sparks in his eyes the day Zeppelin was born - and the tears of joy in his eyes. Although she was right in front of his eyes, Eddie still couldn’t believe he was a dad.

The first time he held her - his daughter - was very emotional. She was so small barely any pajamas would fit her. Her pink knitted hat gifted by the hospital was the only clothing that didn’t look huge on her. Her hair was dark and she had a lot - just like her father. Her skin was red and fragile from being born minutes ago.

Since coming back from the hospital, your batteries shut down around 6pm. You hadn't fallen asleep at that hour since you were a kid, but becoming a mother turned out to be a lot more exhausting than you thought.

Thankfully, Eddie was very helpful. He held her so carefully and was so quick to get to her crib whenever he'd hear a slightest sound that resembled a whimper or a cry. You liked to joke that he was an overprotective parent and he would flip you off in return.

While you napped on the couch, Eddie was on baby duty. Little Zeppelin was so tiny in his arms, it was adorable. He was so gentle with her, your heart melted every time you caught them having a moment together.

Right now, he was sitting in the rocking chair, quietly speaking to his sleeping daughter. Her little hand was wrapped around his finger and her little eyelids fluttered as she was dreaming.

‘’I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. You will be raised in a home filled with love and happiness. My and your mommy are never going to desert you,’’ he told baby Zeppelin while rocking her wrapped in her favorite blanket.

*

The first month of being parents went by in a blur. You and Eddie were both exhausted from waking up every two or three hours to feed Zeppelin. All she did was eat, sleep and fill her diaper, but god was it exhausting.

You had moved the crib to the bedroom for easier access during the night. It was taking a lot of space, but it was more practical. Your mom warned you not to do this because the baby will get used to sleeping there, but what she didn't know won't bother her, right?

Sometimes, Eddie would bring her in the bed and she would fall asleep on his chest right away, lulled by her father's breathing.

*

Things got better by the second month. Zeppelin was starting to stay awake for longer periods and she was all smiles with her chubby cheeks and round eyes.

She even began pulling at Eddie's hair, which always made you laugh. She surprisingly had a strong hold. Now, when he was close to her, he was more warry. While he liked when you pulled his hair, Zeppelin was just not letting go and pulling harder.

‘’Ow,’’ he hissed, trying to uncurl her little fist from his strand of hair and failing. ‘’Y/N? Can you come here for a minute? I need a little…assistance with our little princess.’’

A frown between your eyebrows, you abandoned your laundry folding and went to the bedroom where Eddie’s voice had called for you. A laugh spilled from your mouth, amused by the situation.

‘’You’re gonna have to tie your hair at some point. She’s really taken a liking to it.’’ You took Zeppelin’s little fist and carefully uncurled it from Eddie’s hair. ‘’Or, you’re gonna have to cut it-’’

‘’Not happening!’’ Eddie shook his head. ‘’Nope.’’

‘’Good. Because I like your hair long.’’

A smug smile curled on his lips. ‘’I know you do.’’

*

Four months went by, and you decided to make a trip to Hawkins. You were feeling more rested by then and had fully recovered from childbirth, so you had no excuse not to visit your hometown. The idea didn't enchant you nor Eddie, the place filled with unpleasant memories, but your mother and brother along with Eddie's uncle had yet to meet Zeppelin.

Not seeing your family and friends as much made you sad, but moving out of Hawkins after graduation had been the best idea for both you and Eddie. In Hawkins, you felt suffocated and observed everywhere you went just because you were in love with a boy that didn't fit the towners' standards.

Here, in Philadelphia, you got a fresh start.

Eddie was known as Eddie, the guy who repaired cars at the auto shop on second street - not the freak. He missed playing D&D with the Hellfire club - which was now in the hands of your little brother, Dustin - and having gigs with Corroded Coffins at the Hideout, but his life was here in Philadelphia now.

The second you pulled in the driveway, your mother was running out of the door and yelling at Dustin that you were here. She was practically jumping on her feet on the porch. You had never seen her so excited before.

''Dusty! Come see the baby! Your sister is here!''

You barely had time to get out of the car that your mother was hugging you tight. The last time you had seen her was at Dustin's birthday last year when you announced that you were pregnant. You hadn't planned on telling the big news on Dustin's birthday, but the ultrasound picture slipped from your purse and your mother saw it.

She pulled from the hug and tried to peek through the backseat window where Zeppelin was still seated. ''Where is my granddaughter?''

''Oh, we didn't bring her,'' you told your mom as a joke.

Claudia narrowed her eyes and glanced at Eddie on the other side of the car.

He shook his head to deny. ''Worry not, Mrs. Henderson, we didn't leave her in Philly. I can't leave my house without my little princess.''

''I told you to call me Claudia, you're part of the family now,'' your mother reminded him as she hugged him too.

''Unfortunately,'' Dustin quipped from the porch.

Eddie gave him the finger behind your mother's back, making Dustin grin. Some things never change.

Dustin wouldn't say it, but he missed Eddie a lot since you moved away. Since meeting him through Hellfire Club in his freshman year, Dustin saw Eddie like a brother. He looked up to him a lot. Funny thing is, they were now brother-in-laws.

After your mother released him, Eddie opened the backseat door and unlocked the baby car seat from its platform. Automatically, your mother pounced on the baby, cooing at Zeppelin who was soundly sleeping.

''Aw, she had your eyes, Y/N.''

You grabbed the diaper bag and swung it on your shoulder. ''Mom, she's sleeping. You can't see her eyes.''

*

Once inside, Dustin didn’t want to hold his niece, scared he would drop her. Lucas or Mike must’ve said that in his head as jokes, but Dustin took it seriously. These little shitheads. 

‘’He is such a great father, I'm impressed. Your father didn't even want to change your diaper!’’ your mother commented as she watched Eddie kiss Zeppelin's little feet and whispering little things while he changed her.

A fond smile curled on your lips, watching the scene before you. ‘’He’s the best father.’’ 

‘‘I was hesitant when you and him started dating, but I see why you stuck with him. He’s a good man.’‘

*

You didn't stay in Hawkins for long. Three days was long enough.

During your short stay, you got enough dirty - and shocked - looks from neighbors, old classmates and nosey towners to make you not miss your hometown. Mrs. Jenkins, the pastor's wife, made a nasty comment about you going to hell while you were picking up groceries your mother forgot for dinner. All because you had a baby with a satanist.

Eddie was a lot of things, but a Satan worshiper was not one of them.

There wasn't only bad though. Dustin's friends came over to meet Zeppelin, along with Chrissy - now Auntie Chrissy. She was your best friend and the only one with whom you kept in touch after high school. She was also the first you told about your pregnancy - right after Eddie. She screamed through the phone and cried, happy for you and Eddie.

''Oh my god, Y/N, she is so cute,'' Chrissy cooed as Zeppelin smiled at her and made bubbles with her mouth, soaking the collar of her pajama. ''She is the cutest baby.''

''She really is. She gets that from her daddy,'' you said, leaning back against Eddie's shoulder.

''Me? Cute?'' Eddie shook his head, denying. ''Nah. She gets the cute part from her mommy.'' He stole a kiss from you and you smiled.

Getting pregnant at nineteen had not been part of your plans, but you couldn't be happier.

''Who's the new hot gossip now that we've bounced?'' you asked Chrissy, wanting to hear the new juicy gossips going around.

The blonde pursed her lips, thinking. ''There's not much- Oh! Did you know Jason knocked two girls up?''

Your jaw dropped. ''No way! Two?!''

Eddie barked a laugh, getting up. ''His pull out game got weak,'' he joked, snatching Zeppelin from Chrissy and lifting her in the air to make her scream and laugh.

You snorted, then glanced between Zeppelin and him. ''Do you want to talk about your pull-out game? Clearly, you it wasn't good enough.''

On the couch, Chrissy covered her mouth to keep her laugh in.

-

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[lala1267]

No Escape Now.

The room spun around slowly as she struggled to keep her eyelids from closing shut. The liquor slowly seeped into her brain. The man before her had a mischievous smile on his blurred face. His mouth moved, but no words escaped. The silence was deafening. His distorted face contracted until his eyes became visible. The fury and anger in his raven eyes were disguised by the flirtatious grin he maintained. His big hand reached down to grip her soft thigh that quivered slightly. It slowly moved up until his hand layed on her g-string that was soaking more by the minute. A smile formed on her ruby-red lips as her hudded eyes struggled to stay open. His other hand played with her boobs that were covered by the short pink dress. Her arousal grew as his ego got the best of him. She used all of her strength to lift her arm up towards his face. She needed to feel him, feel his love that was non-existent. She craved an ounce of true love. Her hopes were suddenly crushed to dust when his large hand landed on her face, leaving a strong sting. Her eyes widened in shock. Her now swollen cheek was throbbing. She reached her hand up to cup her red cheek. She could feel the handprint Ingraved into it. A sea of tears flooded her face as his words became audible. His face scrunched whilst his body towered over her defenceless self.

"You really thought that you were getting it after you made me wait for my food. Whore!"

He yelled as the vibration in his raspy voice echoed throughout the dim room. He stomped away into another room. She struggled to keep her balance as she thought the liquor and built up emotions. She was confused but not surprised. He usually had temper tantrums, but this one was uncalled for. She turned her caked-in makeup face to look at the reflection in the glass window. She saw a hopeless girl who was devoted to a man who couldn't give a shit about her. She was too far gone to be saved. She glared down at the veiw with her watery doll eyes as the city lights stared back up at her.

The clock chimed, waking her up from a long needed sleep. She slowly sat up off the cold floor. Her eyes squinted as she looked around the room. The throbbing in her head grew worse as the hangover began. She heard her heart beat against her ribcage as she heard footsteps behind her. She closed her bloodshot eyes tightly as she curled up into a ball, shielding her powerless figure from the beating she thought she was about to endure. Her heart skipped a few beats as she held her breath. But to her suprise, the footsteps passed her and carried on until she heard a door slam shut. She gradually unwrapped herself as her eyelids lifted from her glassy eyes. She bit her nails as she scanned the empty room. He was gone. Her fear died down as the feeling of relief filled her drained grey heart. She lifted her body up from the cold floor before looking around for him. He had left the apartment. She let out a deep sigh before bringing her hand up to her chest. The feeling of her bare feet on the chilly floor sent shivers up her spine.

Her man, her master, was a hypocritical narcissistic bastard. He was allowed to fuck as many sluts as he wanted but if she did so much as even lay her eyes on another man she would receive a painful beating. He went out every night, but that was alright because no matter what he did, she would always be by his side. She loved him unconditionally even if he layed his hands on her. It was like her name was engraved in the back of his cocaine heart, whilst all of the other girl's names were neatly placed on the front. His black heart overcast her innocent heart. A boy is a gun. If his bitch flew to high he would shoot her down. She had been shot down too many times at the beginning of their relationship, but over time, she learned to stay in her place. His manipulative words would pull her back into his arms.

"I only do it cause I love you. I would never hurt you intentionally."

His empty words would echo around her hollow head until she believed it. She never would have thought that her feelings could get thrown in the air like they were meaningless. The thought of her with somebody else, he didn't like that. He fucking hated her, but he wanted her. He loved the power and glory he felt when he was dominant. He was bad at keeping his emotions bubbled, his anger would overflow. She was like a puppet to him, a ragdoll even. Crazy who makes her the happiest can make her the saddest.

"Actually, if you even consider leaving, I will stop breathing. I will find you and fuck up your life. I'll make ya disappear. Life without you has no gaddamn meaning. So don't even think about leaving, cause ya won't get very far."

His sharp words lingered in her heart. He would pop out of the dark to find her and do harm to her if she dared to step out of the door that separated her from his punches and reality. He hit her and it felt like a kiss, it felt like true love.

"Come on baby, I still love you. But if I see you with another man, I just might have to kill him, and you too."

But she still cared for him. Because he still loved her, right?

She would sit in the empty apartment. Patiently waiting for his return. A Polaroid sat in her hands. The both of them were hugging in the picture. She stroked it with her fingers as all of the memories flooded her foggy brain. The times that they were in love, real love. A single tear ran down her cheek.

"I wait for you."

She whispered with her shaky breath.

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[bragginball-z]

No you don’t understand, I need the last 5 minutes of S2 Ep3 engraved on the back of my eyelids

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[brideofdiscord-rewritten]

Bride of Discord rewritten chapter 14: the visit.

Broken beams of marmalade skies swayed through the windows of fluttershy's room, cropped gently by the tangerine trees outside the cottage flailing their leaves as if to tenderly rouse her awake.

When Fluttershy did awake, she could not help but think she had forgotten something. She could not put her hoof on it, but something about today felt different, like an anti-deja vu.

At that moment, Discord appeared at her bedside with a tray of food.

"Happy Birthday, dearest!"

She slapped herself in the forehead. "Of course."

He set the tray onto her lap. "Breakfast in bed! Hope you're in the mood for pancakes."

"Oh, you didn't have to do anything for me, Discord," she said with a smile. "You've been so sweet to me, I'd like to treat you sometime!"

"Come now, your birth was a great enough treat! Now eat up! I have lots more planned for your special day!"

He vanished and returned once she had finished eating, which of course she had quickly enough that she had gotten the hiccups. The next thing she knew she was dressed in a robe and sitting in a sauna. Discord, wearing a pink fluffy robe, stretched out beside her.

"Ah, nothing like a good steam bath to help you forget your troubles."

"When did we get a sauna?" Fluttershy chuckled.

He raised his paw. "Relax, my dear! Unwind yourself!"

Now that she thought about it, she had not been in a sauna since her last get-together with Rarity. Her chance to relax was long overdue. So Fluttershy closed her eyes and leaned her back against the wall, letting the steam sink into her skin. How lovely it graced her once it got past her coat... In a quarter of an hour, she opened her eyes to see Discord staring down at her with a wide grin on his face.

"What?" she said.

Discord straightened up. "Nothing! I just…"

"Maybe we've been in here for too long. You're sweating."

"You're supposed to-"

"Yes! On to the next part of the treatment!"

A snap of his fingers transformed the sauna into a bath of a gooey green substance. Fluttershy recognized it as the crystal mud from the Crystal Empire. She had not had the chance to try it while she was there, and sitting in it now confirmed that it was as refreshing as Cadence had said. She laughed as she remembered that day when they were welcoming the inspector for the Equestria Games, only to find out that they had gotten the wrong pony. She and her friends had always wound up in the craziest of situations.

Discord was confused as her sudden laughter turned into a frown.

"What's wrong, my dear? Is the mud too warm?"

"No," Fluttershy sighed. It's nothing, really."

He snapped his fingers. "I know what you need! A massage!"

The mud bath disappeared, and Fluttershy found herself lying on a massage table.

"Really Discord, none of this is necessary, I just want…"

She trailed off as she felt the draconequus' hands gently rub her shoulders. In a second, her eyelids slid shut as she relaxed on the table.

"If it troubles you then you should spit it out! I'd say it's something rather than nothing when it's your birthday."

Fluttershy was about to answer, but was lulled by his tender touch that all that came out was a sigh. After massaging her for half an hour, Discord teleported them both to the gazebo.

"Now for your gift."

Fluttershy raised an eyebrow. "The spa treatment wasn't it?"

"No, that was a bonus. I have something more special in mind."

He seated her on a bench and lifted the ring around her neck.

"I'll bet this thing has given you some distress."

"A little," she muttered.

She had nearly forgotten she was still wearing that.

"Well, I just want you to know that…I don't want you to feel like you're being forced into this, and…for what it's worth…I…I can't imagine being with any other pony, so…"

He curled around her and pointed a gleaming finger to the ring, engraving words into it. Once the writing had stopped glowing, Fluttershy squinted to read it.

"To my one and only Fluttershy." She blinked. "I…I don't know what to say."

"Id like you know if you..."

"What?"

He couldn't do it. Not with her eyes glinting with joy.

He teleported in front of her with a birthday cake in his hands. It was a proper red velvet, sweet and buttery like a southern treat, chocolate enhancing every note, without overpowering them. A hint of Hazelnut coffee lined every bite. Paired with a tangy cream cheese it felt like heaven.

"Make a wish!" he exclaimed, holding it out to Fluttershy. "And as it is your birthday, it will be my duty to make it come true!"

That caught her attention. "You promise?"

"Cross my heart," he said, making the gesture.

Fluttershy closed her eyes and blew out the candles.

"So what will it be, my sweet?"

She puffed her chest.

"I wish to visit my friends."

As she had predicted, Discord's face fell. "Sweetheart, I thought we talked about this…"

She crossed her hooves. "No, we haven't. And I think it's time we did."

He laughed nervously. "Isn't there something else you'd like?"

Fluttershy shook her head. "I want to visit my friends, nothing more, nothing less."

He set the cake down and laid his hands on her shoulders. "Darling…" She turned her head from him. "I can't overturn the law-"

She hovered over him. "You promised you would grant whatever wish I made!"

"and I will! But-"

"Then why?!" She spun around, revealing her water filled eyes. "Why won't you let me see my friends?"

He furrowed his brows. Discord felt a pang throughout his thought to his chest.

Her commanding then turned into begging. "Please? Just for the day? I promise I'll come right back, and if I don't, you can bring me back with your magic. In fact, you wouldn't have to. You can trust me."

"I do trust you, Fluttershy! More than anypony, but I have to guarantee that your visit stays within the confines of the contract!"

"please, can't we rewrite it?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "That, and…"

"How about this? Instead of letting me go to them, you'll bring here!"

"I don't know if that counts as foalnapping! Besides, they're not allowed within our territory-"

"Not even for one day? It is my birthday, after all."

"I want to let you see them! I want to give you this one thing! But it's not that simple... "

She lay her hoof on his shoulder.

"or maybe it is. All I know is that I'm not the draconequus I was when I made that deal. And I know that I don't want..."

Fluttershy tilted her head to an angle. "You can tell me."

"some part of me doesn't want them to take you away. Because I know if they convince you to go back and you did it, it wouldn't be because they brainwashed you or whatever. It'd be because you had a reason, and you wanted to. I'm not scared that you'll go back to your life and be happy...I'm terrified of losing my first friend."

His voice cracked gently before he turned his head off the the side and cleared his throat.

"I'm terribly sorry fluttershy, I didn't want to spin your feelings back on ole' me!"

"I promise, we can rework the treaty, and you can come visit me, but we have to have them here. Besides, you never allow my friends to visit, who are my bridesmaids going to be?"

Discord's ears perked up. "Brides…?"

"And I promised Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo they would be my flower girls, and Spike, the ring bearer, and…well, you need some pony to perform the service and Twilight IS the duchess of celestia now…"

"Wait, back up!" he interrupted, facing her. "Are you saying…?"

She inhaled, only allowing a short breath in, and a longer one out. It was circle breathing then,it was muay Thai technique.

"I'd like to marry you, when and only when we rework the deal. I feel like... like we are close enough that we can marry."

Discord was speechless, not believing what he was hearing. This had to be a dream, or at least a trick, but he was awake and Fluttershy was not one to kid. Gosh deal or no deal he'd have to be a complete starchy spud not take up her offer. Marrying his... best friend, never being alone again, giving her anything she could ever want....

She squeaked as he suddenly took her in his arms. "Oh, thank you! You've made me the happiest creature in the world, my dear! Now, do you think I should wear a tux or what? I'm partial to a off the shoulder ball gown, something with lots of ruffles and peacock feathers-"

Fluttershy tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. "Discord! Sweet! Youre-"

"of course if you do like traditional I can wear a tux, but not any boring- oh! What about a non-west equestria wedding!"

She squealed as he spun her, around like a fancy carousel with strobe lights. He apologized before putting her down, as she giggled and twirled her mane in dizzy. He danced gently.

Pinkie lay dormant on a large circle bed in the boutique. Surrounded by the colors not unlike that of a mallard, mottled with mustard yellows. All the ceiling drapes now caught on the columns, surrounding her like Spanish moss, however below such a flourishing plant still was an extinction. One of natural joy.

"Come on, Pinkie, this is getting ridiculous!" Rainbow exclaimed. "You've been crying for hours! You're gonna flood the place!"

"It's Fluttershy's birthday!" Pinkie cried. "I had a big party planned for her! It was going to be out in her garden! I was going to surprise her!" She pulled out a wrapped gift from under her bed. "I was going to give this to her! Now I'll never know if she'll like it!"

Applejack laid a hoof on her shoulder. "We miss her too, Pinkie, but we just have to accept…"

"How can we accept that our best friend is gone for good? We're never gonna see her again! Worst of all, she's never gonna see her birthday present!"

Suddenly, Spike burped up a letter. When he opened it, he gasped.

"It's Discord again!"

"What?!" every pony shrieked, huddling around him.

"seriously dude, get a fax machine..."

"What does it say, Spike?" Twilight inquired.

The dragon cleared his throat. "You are cordially invited to Fluttershy's birthday party at Discord's castle. Starting now."

The next thing they knew, all nine of them were standing in front of a dark castle.

"What in tarnation!?" Applejack proclaimed.

"Where are we?" Twilight wondered.

Rarity cringed as she looked up at the cottage. "Clearly an area in need of some interior designers."

"This has gotta be Discord's place!" Pinkie exclaimed.

"Oh, well that makes sense."

"It wasn't supposed to!"

Everyone turned around in shock to see the draconequus standing over them. Rainbow Dash looked up in abject horror and slowly fluttered down to the cobblestone path, bolting to rarity's side.

Discord rolled his eyes. "Well, I was going to let you see her, but if that's the way you're going to behave…"

"Slow yer roll there hoss, what's goin on?"

"Didn't you get the invitation?"

He tugged the parchment out of Spike's claw using his magic. Pinkie leaned forward to read it again.

"You mean…?" Her eyes slid down the wall of her skull dropping like a sack of loose muscle. They dilated with anticipation. "BIRTHDAY PARTY!"

As she screamed, she launched into the air and fireworks exploded behind her, creating a visceral display of every possible twitching emotion contained in the word "exitement." Discord scratched his head. How does she do that? Pinkie then rushed to the front door, bursting it open.

"Wha- my door! That's teakwood"

"Discord?" Fluttershy called as she entered the main hall. "Are they…?"

"FLUTTERSHY!"

Pinkie tackled her into a hug, giving Fluttershy no chance to escape. The others galloped to her every angle and squeezed her like they would never feel again.

"Fluttershy!" Rarity exclaimed. "You're alright!"

"Girls! Spike!" Fluttershy said, tears coming into her eyes. "I missed you so much! I…" She choked as Pinkie squeezed tighter. "Can't…breathe…"

"Oops!" the pink pony blushed, not very noticeably, backing away with the others. "Sorry, I just can't believe it's you! I thought I'd never see you again and that you'd never get to see what I got you for your birthday…" She gasped dramatically. "Your birthday! Quick, close your eyes!"

"Why do I have to…?"

She was cut off as Pinkie tied a blindfold around her head. "One second!"

Fluttershy heard a few familiar blasts before the cloth was removed. The room was now walled with balloons, streamers and other party decorations.

"How did you…?" she started to ask, but she already knew the answer.

"I never go anywhere without my party cannon!" Pinkie chimed, bringing the object into view.

"oh hey, I love that band!" Discord panted out as he caught up to the six of them and spike.

She strapped a birthday hat onto Fluttershy's head, laughing as the strap poofed her expanse of hair every which way. Pinkie started up the gramophone.

"Let's party! This is my mixtape, I made it when I had that big hide-and-seek birthday bash a few years back!"

The music rang throughout the rooms, funky 8-bit tunes filling the ears with wonder and joy.

But instead of dancing, the ponies fed Fluttershy a million questions.

"Have you been kept safe?" Rarity asked.

"How are the animals?" inquired Applejack.

"How do you not get dizzy in here?" Rainbow questioned, glancing around the distorted room.

"Are you married yet?" Spike asked, looking at the engagement ring. "He seems so different!"

"Does he know pi?!" Pinkie inquired eagerly.

"Whoa, girls!" Twilight exclaimed, silencing them. "Give her some space!"

Fluttershy summed it up. "Yes, he's kept me safe in the forest, and we're not married yet. Actually, Discord's treated me quite well. He's really…sweet."

Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow. "You've got to be kidding me."

"We brought you here, didn't we?"

Twilight giggled, trying to lighten the mood. "What does it matter? It's Fluttershy's birthday. We should be celebrating!"

The Duchess began her awkward dancing, which everyone stared at for a while. She was so careless and free, she almost resembled that mare from Seingeld. Then they shrugged and danced themselves. In between songs, Fluttershy received updates on every pony's lives.

Rainbow Dash couldn't see her feelings for applejack being requited, so she didn't want to infringe on their friendship and dating status with rarity. Fluttershy snickered as she explained this. How aloof this filly could be! She'll be over the moon if applejack says something!

"sometimes I just see her, and we're cuddling with rarity, and I see the way she looks at her and-GOSH! She makes my heart race like when I'm flying! She's so headstrong and caring, and I just wanna take her out to treat her, y'know? Real classy just for her! wanna surprise her with something hoity toity. Like, hey! I got us a bucket of chicken! Wanna date?"

Fluttershy nearly cackled, "That's not fancy at all!

The blue pegasus rubbed the back of her neck. "It's a self proof thing. I wanna prove I'm the type mare she'd like! Like rarity!"

"I'm sure she likes how different you three are, and you don't have to get fancy for her!" Fluttershy giggled!

"Well," Rarity interjected, "I think this relationship is much sweeter and more genuine than that with blueblood! I just anticipate seeing my mares every day!"

"have you been taking those vitamins rarity?"

"Oh yes! They've worked wonders for my mane! And don't worry, applejack and rainbow dash already know. They were elated! I think I'm really gonna spend my life with them!"

She buried her head in fluttershy's embrace, squealing and tapping her hooves, blushing madly.

Seeing rarity pratter on about her love made spike's heart crumble, and slowly wash together again seeing her smile so hard and celebrate so sporadically that her mane frizzed.

The earth pony glanced at the dragon on the other side of the room, freaking it sensitive style as he watched in bitter-sweet pining. She lay a hoof on his little head, so tender and mild was the baby boy. Her eyes never exceeded the far off gaze.

"it wasn't meant to be spike. But something is. And I can't wait until you find it, Angel boy."

He smiled up at her so burning and gratifyingly, earnest as if to say "her love is my love. Thank you for showing me this."

"Who wants to play Pin the Tail on the Pony?" Pinkie called, throwing a blindfold around Fluttershy's eyes again. "Birthday girl goes first!"

As the afternoon went on, Fluttershy enjoyed her friends' company as they played more games and caught up with one another. One after the other, operation, clue, monopoly, Texas hold'em! It was after the third round of candyland that fluttershy's attention averted to the draconequus cutting it up in the corner.

She excused herself from her friends and flew up to him.

"Thank you, Discord," she said with a smile, "for bringing my friends here."

His expression changed at the sight of her. "You're welcome."

"You don't have to sit here all day. Why don't you join us?"

"I think your friends," he pointed at the ponies, baring his teeth in a way that wasn't anger, but unsureness. Q"would not appreciate that."

She was about to say something when he slid his arm around her. "Have you told them yet?"

Fluttershy blinked. "Told them what?"

He chuckled, playfully twirling the ring on her neck. "Have you really forgotten already?"

She looked down at the ring and blushed. "Oh."

She had been so excited about seeing her friends, she had forgotten the reason they were here in the first place.

"N-no, I…

"We should do it together! We wanted them here?"

"I…it's just…"

They were interrupted by Pinkie, who had bravely approached the draconequus. "Hey, Discord! You wanna play Twister with us?"

He stared at the pink pony, shocked at the invitation and then stood up. "Alright, but I warn you, I'm the world champ!"

Pinkie snorted. "As if!"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Only if you're up for it!"

"Oh, it's on!"

Before following the pony, he turned back to his fiancé. "We have to, to rewrite the deal!"

The ponies erupted in jeers and competitive whoops! Overlapping voices gave way to reveal rainbow's epic shouting.

"IM TAKING ALL BETS, 9-2 ON PINKIE, THE MARE WITH THE FLAIR, THE GREAT PINK HOPE!!"

Only Pinkie, Dash, and twilight were bold enough to go against Discord in Twister. Thanks to his long snake-like body he was able to defeat them with ease. While Pinkie called for best two out of three, Fluttershy pulled Applejack aside. Since she was the one she had confided in before, she felt more confident telling her first.

"I'm glad to see you're gettin' along fine, Shug," the southern pony sighed. "I don't know what you've been doin' the past month, but Discord seems a might different. I'm surprised he let us come here."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Applejack," Fluttershy whispered. "You see, the reason we brought you here is…um…"

"Because it's your birthday?"

"No…well, sort of, really wanted to see you and this was a really special occasion.."

Applejack laid a hoof on her shoulder. "Take it easy, lovebug, Whatever you have to say, say it."

She took a deep breath. "I…I want to rewrite the treaty."

"Oh, um…great?"

"I need you girls at the wedding in the next 12 moons!"

Silence fell over the room and Fluttershy realized that she had shouted that last part. Pinkie fell from her position and Discord pumped his fist.

"Yes! Victory!" He then noticed the glares he was receiving. "Oh, come on, don't be sore losers!"

"You're marrying him in 12 moons?!" Rarity uttered.

"Oh, so you've told them!" He teleported to his fiancé's side and threw his arm around her. "Yes, our big day is in almost two weeks and you're all invited! The four of you can be bridesmaids, the foals can be the flower girls, the dragon can be the ring bear or whatever it is and Princess cranium can perform the service!"

Twilight's jaw dropped in horror. "You want me to…to…marry you two?!"

"You can't do that,I'm marrying her!" He cackled!

"Um, Discord?" Fluttershy said softly. "Could you let me talk to them?

"Oh, sure, go ahead! Who's stopping you?"

"Alone?"

"ooh, gotcha!"

Once he had vanished, Fluttershy floated down to her friends.

"That was awfully rude of you."

"Rude?!" every pony exclaimed.

"You're marrying that monster so soon!!" Rarity cried. "How do you expect us to react?"

"But you know I'm engaged to him," Fluttershy pointed out.

"We didn't…" Rainbow stammered. "We didn't expect it to happen now! And…now you want us to be a part of it?!"

"I thought you'd want to come to my wedding."

"Not when it means watching you get married to a monster!"

Fluttershy stomped her hoof defensively, "monster us subjective! And from what I've been shown I know that if he's a monster, than so are we!"

"He took you away from us!"

"It was my decision to come and stay, and I had my bargains respected!"

"how can you be so accepting of this?!"

"Because he's my friend! And he's a good pony! And if I had the choice to spend the rest of my life with anyone else I wouldn't take it, not for a million billion bits!!!"

She trailed off and realized that she had already said too much. Applejack raised an eyebrow at her flushed cheeks, more flushed than usual. She knew that look.

"Are you…in love with him?"

Rarity huffed. "Don't be ridiculous, Applejack, she just said they were best friends!"

"Yeah," Rainbow laughed. "But I call you my best friend by habit sometimes!"

Rarity gasped infiginified

"He's fun and all," Pinkie chimed, "but you can't really-

"Fluttershy, you can't be serious! He tried to take over Equestria! Three times!"

"He practically keeps you prisoner!"

"He threatened the princesses!"

"He beat me at Twister!" Pinkie shouted.

"GET OFF HER FLANK!!!"

Silence permeated throughout the walls. A hollow and yet shallow steady beat of breath rattled through the baby dragon standing defiantly above the ponies. His chest rose and his head pelted back, as arms rested at his sides, hoisting himself up upon a bench. Fluttershy stuttered,

"So you don't…?"

"I know that in a lotta places, dragons like me would be irredeemable monsters. Heck, some places don't allow us in! And while yeah uh.. few of us are, the one big thing we can use to turn back their path or like, prevent it maybe, is FRIENDSHIP."

Twilight felt the corners of her mouth perk up like they were tied with string, tears pricking her eyes. Her baby boy, her little man, her other half...

He was gonna tell her teachings better than she could one day, and she couldn't be prouder.

"I believe her. Princess Luna can be changed, and love beats up evil. If we don't practice what we preach, then what's the point of being at our friend's birthday?!"

...

As his valiant words echoed throughout the room, Fluttershy's heart sank. Her friends lost their anger as tears streamed down her face. Twilight held out her hoof.

"Fluttershy, we… I wanna hear what you have to say. I want to hear you out."

Rarity sat back and listened,giving her warmest smile, squeezing spike in adoration. Rainbow flew to her side and quirked her head smirking warmly,and inquisitivly. Applejack rested her head in their laps. Pinkie leapt from her previous position and hugged fluttershy.

"For the record, I think it's a pretty metal story tell your kids. Stretch out that ten minute story for eight years and you can get a sitcom out it." Rainbow commented.

Fluttershy buried her head in her hooves. Betwixt her grasp was a smile that flexed no muscles. Her hair was frizzy and unkempt, her limbs shook like a elm in a drought. Her nerves shot as if through a rivet gun. The queasiness never subsided, her bones were glass and her skin was paper.

She couldn't feel any of it as she embraced her friends.

"Of course ya don't understand!" Applejack snapped. "You of all ponies wouldn't understand! You talk about romance all the time, but you wouldn't know love if it was starin' you right in the face!" She turned to the others. "That goes for all of ya!"

"you never opened your present..."

"Oh! Of course!"

As she bore into the delicately wrapped gift, revealing to herself a jade and rose quartz comb, etched with love it read, "born to love, live to create." Fluttershy was downright crying at this point, no conclusion she could come up with was coherent enough to exact her spirit.

Fluttershy heard a grunt and looked up to see the draconequus standing over her. Despite the circumstances, she was happy to see him, for now he was here to comfort her. Her joy turned into suspense as she noted the nervous smile cracking across his face. His hands were clenched to the sides, and his eyes were glaring into the scene with remorse.

#horses actually cant eat ANYTHING in a red velvet cake. #listen to the gen 3 pinkie pie's party ds game ost during the party sequence #mlp #mlp fim #my little pony #bride of discord #bride of discord rewritten #fluttershy #discord #pinkie pie #rainbow dash #applejack #rarity #fluttercord #rarijack appledash and raridash #rariappledash #spike the dragon #mlp friendship is magic #romance #lgbtqia #pop culture #brony #pegasister #fanfic #fanfiction #twilight sparkle

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Hacked into you - 4 (AU)

Hi loves!! Hope you’re well, so sorry for the wait, I’ve been so busy with uni (I’m Australian, which actually shows in the way I write if you guys can see that haha), thank you so much for the support and your interests in the story, again a lot of this story is based off of the game Watchdogs 2, so if anything is confusing, comment down and I can try my best to explain it! Google also might be a better option though hehe. Also, I’d love to know what you guys think of the story so far and if you have any questions, comment down below!! If you would like to be apart of a taglist so you know when I release a new chapter, comment down below too!!

Anyways, enjoy this chapter, J <3

READ PART 3 PART 2  PART 1

Pairings: jenna ortega x fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, mention of weapons

*I plan to write smut in this story and it does have some dark themes like violence involved, the game itself was rated MA15+ where I am from (might be different depending which country you are in) so my fic will be 18+ because I am involving more adult themes, if you do choose to proceed, please keep that in mind*

DIVINITY - 4

If Jenna was a sin, she’d be the indulgence I’d partake in, against the divine law.

Her gaze softened with city lights reflecting in her eyes, I know she’s going to say yes, her eyes tell me everything, her relaxed shoulders wants to welcome me in, and the slight smirk she raises, the world would be safe and small the second her head lays on my chest.

She sighs with sorry eyes.

Fuck. I thought wrong, am I stupid to think that she would stay the night with me, in my arms? Maybe, I read into her actions too much and all of that flirting was just her being friendly, I am new to the team after all. But surely it wasn’t all in my head, that we really have something.

I close my eyes and look down to my hands and let out a soft chuckle,

“Ah, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”.

“No, no, b, it’s okay, I just, I don’t know if it would be the best idea, we both have to go into HQ tomorrow and it’s your first mission, I don’t want to distract you”.

“I understand, Jen, well sleep tight, if you need anything help yourself to anything in the fridge, pantry and the bathroom is the first door right next to the front door”.

“Goodnight y/n”.

“Goodnight”, I smile back at her.

After she leaves the room, so many thoughts race through my head, most of it is the memories of the past day from the start of initiation to now, mainly, it was her, Jenna, every look she gave me, every smile, and the words she spoke to me. “B”, from the second she called me that, it would be engraved on my heart forever. I realise I must get some sleep, in about 5 hours, I have to go into HQ and start my first mission. A mix of adrenaline and nervousness is running through my bloodstream, this is my cue to go to sleep, I take one more look at the city and feelings of sonder arises, I smile and reach for the remote that controls the curtains that drapes over the floor-to-ceiling windows.

*5 HOURS LATER*

The sunlight peaks through my eyelid and the smell of cinnamon greets my senses, it was a delightful smell and the weather looked beautiful, the automatic curtains obviously beat me to waking up. Today is such a beautiful day, it just sucks there are corrupt and evil people out there, butttt it helps knowing we’re trying to take them down. I get out of bed and stretch the rest of my tiredness away, I hop in my bathroom and take a quick shower, when I walk out of my room changed, Jenna is in the kitchen finishing her cooking.

 “Well, sleeping beauty finally wakens”.

“Hmm without a kiss though” taking a stab at her.

“You’re not funny”, she scoffs,

“Yeah, but the redness on your face says otherwise” taking another stab at her.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, you’re one strike away from not eating breakfast” now taking a stab at me.

I would be lying to myself if I said she wasn’t the first thing on my mind when I woke up, I just hope I was on hers too. The food looks delicious, waffles with cinnamon undertones, eggs and turkey bacon and apple juice.

“Yuck y/n, apple juice? Just for this act alone, I would kick you out of Dedsec”.

“Oh c’mon, as if you prefer orange juice”.

“No, but I’d drink a gallon of it before I touch apple”.

“You’re actually insane, but the spread looks very nice, very delicious”.

“Thank you, kind lady, don’t get used to it though”. She winks at me.

“Okay stop flirting with me and finish your food”.

“You’re on a thin line, y/n”, she walks up to me and my heart beats fasted than ever before, she’s not taller than me but I’m sitting down on a stool against my island so the power is in her hands, she steps even closer and reaches her arm out behind me which only brings her even closer, now she’s leaning her entire body towards me, I can feel her heat radiating off her skin, the heat I craved last night with me, the only heat that’s better than any blanket that wraps around my body.

“Sorry, I needed the salt” she teases,

“Didn’t season the food, Ms Ortega?”

“Shut up and eat, you need the energy for today, which speaking of, we have an hour till we have to get to HQ, you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“That’s my girl” she praises,

“Hmm, not your girl, now go relax and I’ll do the dishes.”

“No-.”

I cut her off “you cooked, I’ll clean, it’s only fair,” from then, she gets up and raises both hands up,

“You got it boss!”

I chuckle at her statement and get started on cleaning, there isn’t much to clean so I just handwash the plates instead of wasting water on the dishwasher, usually I watch something while washing dishes but this time my entertainment comes in a form of Jenna looking out into the city, watching everyone go about their day, the sun kisses her skin, I take a deep breath and splash my face to get her out of my head. No distractions. It doesn’t work, because now she’s running through my mind like a marathon.

“Okay, all done, let’s go before Marcus kills me.”

“I’d let him, to be honest, and plus I run Dedsec not Marcus.”

Dedsec doesn’t work as a hierarchy, that would be hypocritical of them, however it’s an unspoken thing that Marcus leads the SF team, it’s not a bad thing, he’s sweet, and he acts like more of a brother than a leader I’ve heard. The SF team consists of, Marcus, Wrench, Josh, Sitara, Ray also known as Tbone and Jenna, well now me. There was another team member before, Horatio, I heard he was the sweetest and he was very smart, but unfortunately, he got caught by a gang, known as the Tezcas who wanted to hunt down Dedsec members and was unfortunately stabbed to death. He got his justice though when Marcus and the team avenged him. And of course, I cant forget, the Dedsec members/followers in bay area, they provide us with information and help on missions, acting as informants, we wouldn’t be here without them and we’re growing by the minute.

“Okayyyyy Jenna, whatever you say, now let’s go.”

We head towards the garage of the building, on the way saying hi and bye to Alfred at the same time, once we get to the garage, I lead her towards my safeguarded area of the garage where my vehicles rest.

“Holy shit.”

“Like what you see?” I elbow her softly,

“Who the hell are you?”

“Y/n…”

She tsks “you know what I mean, did you steal them?”

“Hey! I worked hard for these thank you very much, by taking down evil, rich people and maybe taking a bit of their money for me.”

“There’s the twist.”

“Oh, don’t start, Dedsec does the same, take from the rich and give to the vulnerable, now my fair lady, pick your poison.”

She walks around the vehicles, with each one she sees her eyes widen even more, she’s in awe, I mean to be fair, I was too.

“This one.”

“Good choice, she’s, my favourite.”

She’s referring to my crimson red motorcycle, the Sayonara. My favourite vehicle to ride, and super-fast too, it took me a bit to get used to the speed.

“What can I say, I’ve got a good eye, and the need, the need for speed.”

“Okay, never say that again if you want to ride with me.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever, anyways, I’ve always wanted to ride one, I see people riding them around the city, always going too fast for their own good.”

“Maybe you’ve seen me.”

“Maybe.”

I pass her a motorcycle jacket that’ll keep her warm and protect her from the speed and drag while riding, along with a helmet for extra protection, the most important protection, might I add.

“Hold on tight.”

As we cruise through the warm yet cooling San Francisco breeze, I can feel Jenna’s grip on my waist get tighter every time I sped up, I decide it’s time to put on a show. I see a clear street, put the bike in the right gear and tell Jenna to hold on. Next thing you know I’m reaching 120km an hour and then I hear the most excruciating noise, sirens, police sirens.

“Lose them, b” Jenna instigates but in a flirtatious manner.

“Hold on even tighter.”

After that, I’m swerving, trying to avoid crashes and trying to lose the police, 5 minutes in and now I have about 2 cars trying to catch me.

“They’re getting closerrr.”

“Have some faith, Jen.”

2 minutes later, the police sirens die down as the sounds dilute, from that, I start slowing down, and lucky enough I see the HQ, I ride into the nearby alleyway and park.

“WOOOOOOO” Jenna screams into my ears and jumps on me and gives me a hug as we get off the bike. “FUCK THAT WAS FUN.”

I laugh at her,

“I’m glad you enjoyed the ride.”

“Do you always ride like that?”

I reach for her helmet to help her take it off,

“Depends on what I’m riding,” I wink at her.

She rolls her eyes at me and makes her way towards the building, “you’re so annoying” I hear her say faintly as she continues to walk away.

“YOU LOVE ME” I yell back at her, I run up to her as she’s my way in, the building of the HQ is disguised as a fully functional comic book shop, fully stocked with figurines and games, every nerds and geeks dreams, but in the back, there’s a discrete hidden door, behind the ‘janitor’s closet,’ the HQ, also known as a hackerspace can only be accessed with the code and right now, I don’t know the code. San Francisco is where the main hackerspace is, where we reside, but there’s other ones with other people working away at right now, one in Oakland and one in Silicon Valley, both also very discrete.

As we head in, we bolt directly to the back, making sure we don’t linger too long up top, Jenna punches in the code and the door slides open,

“The code’s 53662, and if you forget it, goodluck.”

I give her a nod, letting her know I understand, as we walk in and walk down the stairs the walls are adorned with graffiti, but not the ones you see in random alleyways but the ones that could be framed in a museum, they all tell a story, they all speak Dedsec.

“Heyyy, there you are fresh meat, thought you pussied out.” Wrench exclaims,

“Me? Never, just got caught in a little action.”

“Oh, we know, it was a lot of fun to watch, gotta do it all with us one day.” Marcus daps me up,

“You guys saw?”

They all stand in front of me and stare deeply into my soul, their left irises light up blue with hints of grey.

Sitara steps forward and hands me a small box,

“This here is your SI also known as smart iris, we in the hackerspace can see what you can, what you hear and also your vitals, don’t worry though, these only turn on when you’re in action, so you can breathe and relax about your private life, what you do in your little penthouse is your business.”

“Little is an understatement,” Jenna chuckles,

“Okay okay, Jenna’s seen it, you guys should come over sometime.”

Wrench’s mask lights up a smiley face, “dude, fuck yeah.”

“I’ll bring the drinks,” a middle-aged white man walks towards me and offers his hand, I accept his shake.

“Woah, you’re Tbone, it’s an honour to be working with you, hell to even be standing in front of you.”

“I like you, kid, and I’m flattered, you’ve got this fire Dedsec needs, and you’re crazy talented, I watched your initiation, pretty impressive things.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Please, sir is for the CEOs.”

“And, you must be Josh, nice to meet you.”

“Hi y/n, it’s very nice to meet you too.”

“Alright, kid” Marcus walks up to me,

“Are you ready for your first official mission?”

“Very.”

“Okay so, you’ll be running it with me, kind of like my shadow but don’t think less of yourself, we are an equal, the rest of the guys will be back here watching us, doing their own thing, and guiding us through points, that’s also Jenna’s main job, she will let us know of any alerts, cameras and guards we need to neutralize. For your first mission, nothing big, basically you know the rapper, Bobo Dakes?”

“Yeah, I love him, he’s about to release a new album?”

“Yes, he is and we all love him” Jenna continues on, “this big big shot pharmacist, Gene Carcani, also known as the most hated man in America right now, he’s raising the prices of leukaemia medicine so he gets more money, and funny enough, he’s also a big Bobo fan who is offering him millions of dollars to keep the album for himself.”

“What a dickhead, so first he takes advantage of the vulnerable and second he wants to become more selfish by keeping art to himself.”

“And it is your job to take him down, this includes taking every penny he has, we’ll use that money to support cancer foundations.”

“Well, kid, let’s get going.”

I grab my helmet and say bye to the team and grab a weapon, a glock to be specific, something light to get me through, but this is just for precaution, I will only shoot as a last resort, I have other means of neutralizing an enemy, I know martial arts for a reason, and I have my trusty melee weapon. I place my SI in and start heading towards the stairs.

“Wait, b.”

I turn around and see Jenna, she grabs my s/c hand and caress it, her touch is soft and cool, complimenting my warmth.

“Be careful and stay safe, I want you here breathing.”

“Yes ma’am, and plus, don’t worry, you got my back.”

She chuckles.

“I got you.”

~~

@pimpcesskm

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exactly! they are grown men who still love each other, still are in a relationship but the relationship has matured, too, it's kept between them because of so many factors: homophobia in sk, their career and the other tannies also suffering consequences if they come out right now, military service (apparently it's not a crime anymore to be gay and in MS, but im sure they're still not lgbt friendly either). it's also because they want to keep their relationship private, they want to keep it to themselves and away from the media's grubby hands and homophobic eyes.

some of these antis really think they're going to be kissing and all over each other. these are grown men. they know how to act in front of the cameras, they know what's at stake. they know the impact they can cause both on their careers and their lives if they decide to come out. they're not ready, maybe they will be someday, but until then, you antis have to understand one thing: the world is not a fucking fairytale.

we don't have to agree with them keeping it on the low, (i do) but we have to understand and respect them.

also, for people saying "Jungkook was uncomfortable and he stepped back!", no, he didn't. if y'all stopped for a SECOND to watch the video a couple of times and analyze their bodies, you can see that jimin puts his hands on jk's face and moves forward, and jungkook goes with the movement. jimin is the one sort of walking them backwards. but y'all antis are so desperate to debunk the undebunkable (i just made up this word. It exists now.) that yall just refusing to see the truth. jungkook stood by Jimin's side countless of times, and yeah, he whispered something on Tae's ear, probably about the show, and that's normal friend behavior???? their friendship is adorable. "He was caging th in!"....bffr. caging someone in is when you touch your body to theirs. jungkook was just leaning on the chairs behind th and th was just standing there.

Hi anon,

Yes. There is more to it. Its not just ms when you think about it.

And whatever the reason are, they don't have to prove anyone anything to anyone.

The Jk was caging Tae in....sigh... have these people never been in a relationship? Never watched a romance movie, at least? Never interacted with a human? Especially with someone like Jk who has said that he has trouble focusing on things (so he always fidgets and moves around).

(I'm not going to link the clips anymore because they are engraved in my eyelids now lol I'm tired of watching them lol)

People just need to let Jikook be and stop hating when they don't act how we want them to act.

Thanks for sharing.

#jikook #kookmin #asks