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owlight · 1 year

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Can i request for luffy sabo and shanks when their s/o (fem) randomly bites their tiddie? Ty ❤️

Thank you for requesting 🫰🫶🥺 I love this request

Warnings: biting man tities

Luffy ,Sabo ,shanks reacting to Thier Fem!s/o biting Thier chest

Luffy

You were sitting on his lap,your head is resting on his chest and he is for once sitting peacefully eating some grapes as the ship sail

He is enjoying your comfortable body against his ,it's these wholesome moments that you cherish the most ,you can't help but admire his bored chest ,it's so...nice and so....biteable ,you thought about it for a while really ,biting his chest ,not in a sexual way really ,you just Wanted to try it for once ,What Could go wrong? He is strong ,he can handle one bite..." Can I have a bite Luffy?" You ask and Luffy hum as he eat a grape " sure sunshine! Here you go-"

CHOMP

" (Y/N)! OW WHAT IS THIS FOR?" Luffy yells out as he tries to moves you off his chest but You're still biting down like a fish ,robin giggle at Luffy poor attempts to get you off him while sanji crying in the corner of how ungrateful Luffy is,he have a fine woman biting him and this is his reaction!!!!?????

You let go after leaving a good love bite on his chest ,you grin at him with a toothy smile " no reason ,I just wanted to try it, give it a taste" you joke as you hear some of the crew laughing,Luffy isn't laughing unfortunately " is that so? Let me try yours then!" He state before jumping at you ,You scream in horror as you run away from him ,Sanji is trying to stop Luffy cuz this ain't something you do to a lady! " At least take her out for dinner first! "

He is The worst person to do this to, because He will bite you back ,Like you thought you could do this and live on? No ,he will bite you back with a worst chomp

He will teach you a lesson on Not biting him by biting you back ,It end up with both of you covered in bandages with chopper scolding you both for this reckless behaviors

Next time you bite him randomly he will not flinch ,will only bite you back,He doesn't care that you got sensitive tities ,he will bite back ,You had it Coming

He is immune to your bites now and so are you ,This is a relationship flex in a way (?)

Sabo

You were both laying in bed as you both rested from a long day of work,both of you are naked after a short love making session,Sabo hugged you to his chest as he spoke about some found memory he had as he tries to keep you both awake till you gain energy for the next round,the energy in the room were highly comforting Truly

Too bad that the only thing on your mind was the urge to bite sabo chest like it's your long life cure , perhaps you shouldn't do it now ,but again,is there a better time than now? Will you have this chance again? Probably yes but You live in the moment!

"we used to collect beetles and make them fight each othe-OW!-What-What are you doing?" He asks as he looks at you with a raised eyebrow ,his cheeks slightly flushed "biting Into my favorite snack"you tell as you bite down again causing him to moan ,that itself make you pause your biting " well this is interesting...." You mumble as sabo hand come to grab your hair " don't,We are not unlocking this today" he tells you slightly embarrassed,you hum " No no I think we need to ,Let me bite you somewhere else-" you tell him teasingly as sabo sighs deeply "you're going to be the death of me" he mumble as he pulls you into a kiss , that's a bit too heated than how he usually kiss....

You unlocked his biting kink ,a great new addition to your list of things that sabo is into

He Is really into it ,Just don't bite him outside the bedroom cuz he doesn't know how he would react if you bit him Infront of others (it will be an unhinged reaction for sure)

Will start calling you a wild kitty as a little inside joke between the two of you

He is kinky and he know it , Let's hope you don't figure out his bondage kink any time soon

Shanks

He had it coming ,He really only had himself to blame,you were tired from all the biting and hickeys he leaves on your chest all the time ,he is merciless with his biting,you can't wear anything that show your cleavage because It's all marked up and everyone on the ship tease you about it if they caught a glance of it

So like any good girlfriend,you decided to charm shanks into letting his guard down so you go on with your plan

" want more sake my love?" You asks him sweetly as you pour him another Anyway " you already I can't refuse a drink from a pretty women" shanks mumble against his drink as he drinks it,you smile as you see him relax , getting comfortable even,you decide to move to sit on his lap and he of course let you so easily ,Why would he suspect anything when you're drinking with the crew after dinner?

" trying to get comfortable my love huh?" He asks with a smirk as you nod,your hand running down his chest " trying to get more than comfortable captain" you whisper in his ear , ignoring the fact the Whole crew can see you both like this ,they at this point used of it " is that so dear?" He asks with a husky tone " oh yeah " shanks free his hand to let it run down your hair" you know you can get anything from me my dear,no need to get all touchy ,just ask nicely" he mumble to you " can I ?" You ask as you look up at him ,puppy eyes and pouty lips ,he didn't stand a chance "go ahead darling-OW WHAT THE FUCK?" shanks Yelp as he feel your teeth sink right on his chest ,He is looking at your with a heated look and everyone is looking at you With a questioning look ,You only get up and walk away "consider it payback old man" You let your tongue out as you Walk a bit faster ,shanks stares at you as he register what just happened

"You're NOT getting away with this (y/n)" you hear someone says as you hear a shift in the room, you run out the dining room a bit faster as you hear some heavy footsteps behind you

it was nice while it lasted

You tities didn't survive that night ,he showed you what this 'old man' is capable of when you misbehave

He Is only allowed to bite you up like that ,you doing it so randomly was a wrong choice cuz it only turned him on and gave him a reason to jump at you

he will start calling you A bitebug all the time ,will never let you live this down

YOU only did it once ,LIKE he is the only biting your chest 24/7 but God forbidden you do it once 😔 smh men

#one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece #one piece fanfiction #luffy d monkey #luffy x reader #red haired shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #revolutionary sabo #sabo x reader #Reader insert #owl write

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 1 year

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Imagine getting Azula a present for her birthday

The first thing you noticed when your family returned to the fire nation was how serious everyone was. You’d been born in a fire nation colony so had little experience with the capital of your nation. Your parents were high born but even they’d relaxed in the colonies and allowed you to have a mostly normal life. However once Ozai declared your parent’s mission over and summoned them back to the capital that all ended. Rules patroling you seemed to spring from everywhere. Don’t wear your hair fully down, don’t meet the eye of anyone who ranks higher than you, bow from the floor to all members of the royal family...the list was endless! Due to your parent’s being very well respected you were introduced to Azula and she took you into her group. Part of you wondered if she only did it to please her father or because you were considered an oddity here in the capital but as time went on you didn’t think either was the case. Everyone here was very strict or distant and even Azula’s closest friends didn’t know her very well. Mai seemed to tolerate her mainly because of her titles and brother. Ty lee, while seemingly fond of Azula, obviously didn’t try getting closer to her than necessary. That wasn’t how friendships worked in your town and you were determined not to pick up this capital custom. So you put time and effort into all three of the girls and made progress with each. You’d go shopping with Ty lee, discuss popular and obscure theology with Mai and help Azula think through her battle strategies. Azula was the one who reacted the strongest to your attention and friendship. She began spending more time with you alone, seeking you out regularly and inviting you to events where even Mai and Ty lee weren’t permitted to go. You found yourself drawn to Azula because she seemed like the one who could most do with a friend. Mai had Zuko, Ty lee seemed content flitting from numerous different people but Azula didn’t really have anyone.

So you continued nurturing your friendship and when Azula’s birthday came around you set out to get her the most meaningful present you could to let her know she was cared for. You were very excited with your choice of present and rushed into the palace, the box you’d spent hours wrapping and unwapping until it was perfect, held tightly in your hands. “Good morning” you smiled finding Mai, Ty lee and Zuko in the royal wing. “Good morning” Ty lee beamed back but Zuko and Mai just nodded not being morning people. Mai noticed your present first. “What’s that?” she asked and you smiled “Azula’s present!”. They all looked at you confused and Zuko spoke first “why are you buying my sister a present?”. “Because it’s her birthday” you explained but that didn’t seem to help, they all still stared at you blankly. “It’s her birthday so I got her a birthday present...is that not something you do in the capital?”. “No but it sounds very sweet” Ty lee grinned. Mai shrugged “I would like presents every year just for being born but I can’t say I understand the logic”. Zuko nodded but you shrugged “ow well, hopefully Azula will enjoy it anyway”. “You’re still going to give it to her”? Zuko asked shocked and you paused “well why wouldn’t I?”. “She might think it’s weird considering you only give people presents when you’re...”. Mai hit Zuko’s arm before he could finish and shook her head. You stared confused “if you’re what?”. “It doesn’t matter” Mai said quickly “Zuko was thinking of something else, I think Azula’s in her study if you want to see her”. You frowned but Mai and Ty lee smiled at you encouragingly so you shook Zuko’s words from your mind and went to find the birthday girl.

You knocked on Azula’s door and heard her call come in. “Happy birthday Azula!” you cried as soon as your eyes fell on her. Azula jumped vividly, the brush she was writing with dragging messily across the page ruining her letter. “I am so sorry” you gaped “can it be saved”. “No it cannot” Azula sighed angrily “please in the future don’t scream just because it’s my birthday”. You nodded “is wishing someone a happy birthday not a thing here either?” you asked “just when I think I’m getting a handle on the capital I mess everything up”. “Birthdays are not a big deal here” Azula nodded “only important ones are given any recognition but I have heard of some places where every single birthday is celebrated. I take it your home town is one such place?”. You nodded smiling at the memory “Yes! Every year you usually have a party or do something special with the people you love most! You eat your favourite foods and someone usually makes a cake, it’s lovely”. Azula nodded her head but looked unconvinced and then her eyes fell on the box in your hand. “And what is this?”Azula asked. “A present” you smile brightly but Azula blushed and looked away for some reason. “For my birthday right?” she asked “this is one of your odd traditions nothing more?”. “Yes” you agreed unsure what else a present could mean “you also give the person whose birthday it is a present, something you think they’ll like and wrap it up nicely for them...can I give it to you?”. Azula was still red but nodded so you placed it down on the desk before stepping away.

Azula picked it up hesitantly and undid the bow before removing the lid carefully. You watched her face excitedly for any reaction but all Azula did was stare inside. You were dying for a sign however small to know if she loved or hated it but Azula continued to stare until you thought you would burst of anticipation. When you couldn’t contain yourself any longer you sighed “so do you like it? It’s the trinket we saw in that glass store in town”. Azula nodded her head “yes I recognise it...how did you decide on this for me?”. “Well I thought I saw you admiring it when we were there because you kept staring at it but now I’m not sure if you staring at something means you love or hate it”.

Azula remembered the day a few weeks ago when you went into town together and she recalled how you’d mysteriously disappeared before reappearing minutes later. She picked up the small figurine carefully. It was a rose that fit in the palm of her hand made of different orange, red and yellow coloured glass all intricately folded together. When the light hit it looked as if it was on fire and Azula remembered thinking it looked very beautiful and she had the same thought now.

“So...is it okay?” you asked nervously “If you don’t like it then I can always return it and get you something else?”. “No!” Azula said sharply before she composed herself and rid her face of the emotion she felt underneath. “It is a nice present, I like the colours...” she said awkwardly aware she was blushing “I will keep it, thank you”. The look on your face made Azula’s heart beat faster. You were so happy that she liked the tiny piece of glass and Azula figured if such a small thing could cause you so much happiness maybe it wasn’t such a stupid tradition after all. “I’m so glad you like it” you grinned “I was going to suggest we have a meal or something to celebrate but as that’s probably not a thing here either I’ll leave you to your work. Have a lovely birthday day Princess” you smiled and with a bow to her you disappeared.

Later

All day your gift didn’t leave Azula’s mind. Usually when you gave someone a present it meant you were interested in courting that person. For a second when you entered Azula thought that was what you intended, she thought this was your declaration before she realised what your intention’s really were. As she stared at the small rose she recalled the slight relief she felt realising you didn’t mean to court her but she also felt another feeling, larger and deeper inside herself which she refused to acknowledge.

Azula placed the rose back in the box and got back to work. A while later a servant let her know that her father was ready for her and she prepared to meet with him. She hesitated to leave the present you gave her and frowned. She saw the servant glance at it and blushed furiously. “Tell my father I will be there soon” she commanded and he scurried away. Azula sighed and lifted the lid off the box once again. The rose was still shining beautifully and Azula hesitated before picking it up and slipping it into her pocket.

The meeting did not go well. Ozai didn’t mention Azula’s birthday which wasn’t odd but the fact he didn’t even seem aware it was today stung a little considering a girl she knew for only 8 months did. The meeting went from bad to worse as Ozai started snapping at everyone in the room and through it all Azula gently held your rose. It was cold in her palm and she liked the coolness. She carried on with her meeting, holding the rose whenever she needed something positive to focus on, and got through the meeting.

When Azula was finally dismissed she was relieved and felt the toll it had taken on her. She started back to her study aware she still had work to do but honestly her eyes were tired and her brain hurt. She didn’t want to do any more work and your offer suddenly came into her head. You’d mention something about food...a tradition you’d thought to try before figuring Azula wouldn't want to. Azula thought it over before she found a messenger and dispatched them to go find you.

You arrived at Azula’s apartments in the palace confused. Her note hadn’t said much just that she wanted to see you and to come quickly. So you dutifully dropped your very busy schedule (which concerned lounging and reading in the gardens) and made your way to her door. Two guards let you in and you called out for Azula. “Ah y/n” a voice replied and you turned to see Azula descending the stairs. “Azula” you smiled before remembering the note “is everything okay? Your note just said to come here”. “Everything is fine” Azula assured you “I just...thought we could entertain that custom of yours”. “The meal?” you asked excitedly. Azula nodded looking away to disguise her blush “exactly, what must we do?”. You laughed “we don’t have to attack it like a battle! I have everything planned, I’d already gotten the picnic ready and I still have the spot in the gardens although I do need to decorate it and call the others...if you give me an hour I will have everything ready!”. Azula nodded “that is fine” and with a smile you rushed for the door. Before you could disappear Azula called out to you “ow and y/n there’s no need to disturb the others i’m sure they’re too busy on such short notice”. You paused “are you sure? You’re their friend so i’m sure they’d happily drop whatever they were doing to celebrate your birthday, I mean it only happens once a year”. Azula smiled at the sentiment but shook her head “somehow I doubt they’ll think that way but it doesn’t matter, I will be happy with just the two of us”. Now it was your turn to blush. You nodded and bowed slightly “of course princess” and left the room.

An hour later Azula made her way to the gardens, following the instructions you’d sent her. She usually avoided the gardens for obvious reasons but she was hoping you’d give her a good memory in the place her mother cherished. You’d said to follow the yellow flowers and so Azula did that until she saw a raised area. There was a small platform with food all arranged along a small table. A small cake perched in the centre with the words “Happy Birthday Azula” frosted on the top. Lanterns hung around the platform and lines of colourful fabric hung from the ceiling of the structure. Cushions were placed on the floor in a seating area and the whole area looked very inviting even if it wasn’t very fire nation. Azula took in the scene for a few seconds before she realised you were there. You were muttering about something as you re-arranged some of the decorations your back to her. “Y/n” she called and you jumped “Azula! I promise I’m almost done I was just trying to work out where to place the balloons”. Azula smiled “there’s balloons too?” looking at the sea of decorations all over the small structure. You paused “why is it too much?”. Azula stepped through the doorway and saw due to the streams of decorations you were practically hidden away from the rest of the garden. Azula liked that idea and surveyed the rest of the platform. The lanterns made the light that passed through them change colour and they chimed nicely in the breeze. The food looked and smelled delicious and the cushions looked very comfortable. “No this is just perfect” Azula smiled. You beamed at her happily and squeezed her arm “I’m so happy you like it! You deserve a special day”. Azula blushed and wasn’t sure how to respond to something like that, especially while you were staring at her just inches away. So Azula just avoided the topic.

“Shall we begin?” she asked and you nodded. You placed a selection of all the foods (which were all Azula’s favourites of course) on a plate and passed it her before doing the same for yourself. You joined her on the cushions and smiled “so! How was your birthday? What made you decide to indulge me?”. Azula looked down at her food “it was fine...I had a really long war meeting and honestly the thought of doing more work after it was not appealing, so I contacted you. I know it’s not ideal, a whole evening wasted on being frivolous but there’s nothing to do about it now. I’ll just work extra hard tomorrow”. You frowned before looking up at her “it’s your birthday so I think you’re allowed to have a more chilled day just enjoying yourself. Plus you already work so hard anyway, if anyone deserves a rest it’s you”. “Yes but I work hard for a reason, you don’t become the best by being lazy”. You nodded “yes but you’re already the best!” you grinned “so sit back and relax for one evening. The world will still be waiting for you to conquer it tomorrow”. You nudged her shoulder and despite your words going against everything she’d been taught Azula found herself smiling “okay”.

The two of you chatted while you ate and when you finished you began cutting Azula a piece of cake. She watched the concentration clearly etched on your face fondly. You passed Azula the piece and she took a bite cautiously but she had no reason to. It was wonderful. “This is rather nice y/n what type of cake is it?”. You smiled “it’s based off a red velvet cake because you know fire nation but I also added some spice because I know you like it”. “You made this?” Azula cried and you nodded “yes but it was no bother...i’m just glad you like it”. “I do” Azula agreed “I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this silly custom of yours. It is nice to be spoiled”. You nodded grinning “it is! My birthday is in January just so you know”. Azula froze at the thought of having to plan something like this for you when you laughed “don’t worry I was joking, you don’t have to do anything for me”. “Well I doubt I’d be able to match this” Azula said gesturing around her “but I will remember, you have my word”. You smiled blushing but didn’t break your eyes away from her “thank you Azula, I’m really glad I met you”. Azula went red matching you and nodded her head “I am too...although I should be going soon. I have a meeting early tomorrow morning”. You nodded standing “of course, would you like me to walk you back to your room?”. Azula shook her head “that is fine thank you y/n...do you need any help with all the decorations?” she asked hesitantly. You shook your head “no it’s fine, the decorations will take 5 minutes to pack away and i’ll take the spare food to the kitchen...the only thing is the cake, would you like to take it or would you like me to?”. Azula eyed the cake remembering the delicious taste and nodded “I will take it with me”. You packaged it up for her and smiled “well I hope you’ve had a nice birthday”. “I have thank you” Azula nodded “now I must be going”. You nodded and waved as Azula left the gardens.

Azula walked through the palace to her room your cake in her hands and she felt proud. Her friend had made this to celebrate her birthday. She hadn’t asked you to, you did it because you wanted to do it for her, because you cared for her. Azula stepped inside her room and looked about her. She couldn’t help but realise after all the colourful decorations you’d used just how dull her room was. Despite all of the finery none of the room was really hers. None of the pieces had been bought just for her, they were all things passed down for generations. Azula placed your cake on a table and took your present out of her pocket, running her hand over it softly. Nobody had ever bought her something just because they wanted her to be happy. Azula wondered where to place your present. She didn’t want it out in the open where anyone could see or break it. She couldn’t find anywhere suitable so she changed and got into bed still undecided. She toyed with the figurine remembering the way you’d smiled when she said she liked it. Now safely in her own room alone she recognised she’d been slightly disappointed this was a token of friendship and nothing else. She enjoyed having your attention and liked you most out of all her friends but in a very different way. Still, even if this wasn’t a romantic gesture it was still a gesture of love and such an open un-fire nation one.

Azula smiled to herself before placing the rose under her pillow where she could hide it but also keep it close to her while she slept. “What a strange day” she muttered to herself but she knew it hadn’t actually been strange, it had been the best birthday she could remember having and it was all because of you.

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I’m constantly sad Azula never had anyone really love and care for her like Zuko did, she deserved better. But even if someone had shown her affection, based on her sad upbringing, I feel like Azula wouldn’t know how to respond to it because she’s never been shown what love is so I want to shower her in it!! Hence this story :)

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artofchira · 7 months

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Hi! I saw your svsss art and your style seemed familiar and nostalgic. It reminded me of a comic I used to read in 2016ish(?). It was a big favorite, but lost track of it when it was no longer listed on hiveworks. I looked for it a few times since, but "magic theory + circles" got me nowhere.

Scrolling through your blog, I found it - Sfeer theory!! It's so gratifying to find it again. I reread it immediately. It's a great story with complex worldbuilding. Your art style is wonderful! It feels so nuanced and intentional. There's this flow to your comics, across the panels. Characters are so expressive and real. And it's distinctive enough for me to recognize after all this time, wow!

So, I guess I'm saying, thanks!! Love your art and ty for sharing it. I'm very glad to have seen it :)

Gosh what a wonderful message to find in my inbox! Glad you found the comic again and that it still stands strong to you.

A lot of our projects (Sfeer Theory def top of the list) has been under an unofficial hiatus for a while now since roughly 2020. My father passed at the start of the lockdown. and it had a pretty big impact on my life as it served as a catalyst to completely re-examine and re-evaluate how I work and the way I create. There were other very major upheavels happened since then which only reinforced how important it was that I focus on myself.

My evolution has centered on what kind of artistic journey I want to actually have rather than be compelled to burn myself out surviving. Nearly 4 years later, I've really completely restructured my life for the better. I'm healthier, both physically and mentally, and as a result my art also has been better for it. At the moment I'm solely focused on getting back to my grind with better grounding under my feet.

I think of Sfeer Theory every day and in fact have started working on pages again since the late spring of this year, but I don't want to make promises about when updates will start again. I just feel I owe some kind of explanation to waiting fans.

Sfeer Theory is a story I absolutely will see through to finishing, I just needed to figure myself out. Please look forward to it starting up again sooner than later.

#ask box answers #personal #sfeer theory #little foolery

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 10 months

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Star For The Night

Chapter Eleven of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Twelve

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter Overview: Estrella finally gets her chance in the ring

TW: typical boxing violence, men being creepy/weird, knife play (don't look at me like that), p in v penetration

Notes: hey everyone !! guess who's back from the dead LMAOOOO ,, okay so yes i took a break because 1) life was beating the ever living fuck out of me and 2) i'm still working out the kinks of where i want this story to go/ how i want it to end. i always forget that i'm going to need to wrap these things up with a pretty little bow at the end because i just get so excited that i jump in. no worries though because i still fully intend to finish this story. thank you to the people who were patient with me in my break, to the people the sent encouraging messages, and to the people that kept reading the story !! it truly means the word to me ((: still brain storming for chapter 12 so in the mean time please send me fun asks for the TF boys and Estrella !! lmk if you want to be added to the tag list/ if i left you off !! happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“I know you’re doing it to be respectful and all, but you don’t have to hide in a stall. You’ve seen me naked, Frankie.”

“Yes ma’am.” He comes fumbling out of the cramped space.

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finish tying your shirt. “What do you think?” You turn in a circle so he has a chance to see the full outfit.

His eyes darken as he walks the short distance to you.

“I think we should ditch this place and go to my house before Benny notices we’re gone.” He places two firm hands on your waist and pulls you into him.

“I don’t think we would be able to sneak past the guards.” You motion with your head to the door. “I have it on good authority that they have a military background.”

“Will and Pope definitely owe me a favor for something in the past. I could use that as leverage.” He kisses his way down your neck. “And I bet if you ask really nicely it could work.” Your head drifts to the side and he hungrily licks and bites at your skin.

“Hey! Break it up you two! There will be plenty of time for that later.” Benny walks into the locker room. “I know she’s your girl Fish, but tonight she’s my ring girl.”

“She is my girl.” Frankie wraps his arm around your shoulder and you lean into him. “Officially.”

Benny turns his head towards you seeking extra conformation and the giddy look splayed across your face is exactly what he needs.

“Oh shit!” He claps his hands together in front of him. “Congratulations guys!”

Benny bounds up to the both of you and pulls y’all in for a hug. You embrace him with the same energy. There were countless moments before in Benny and your friendship where you knew that he cared for you, but this one takes the cake. He clutches onto you and you can truly feel the happiness he’s exuding.

“It took you long enough.” He says to Frankie as he releases y’all. “I would just like to say for the record that I definitely helped move this relationship along.”

You grin while the man next to you lets out an exaggerated groan.

“What? I was totally playin’ a double agent. Operation catch-a-fish is complete!”

“Operation catch-a-fish?” You and Frankie question in unison.

He hurriedly brushes the query off. “We can discuss that on a later date. Right now I need to give her a quick rundown of her role.” Benny shifts his attention solely on you now. “It’s super simple, I promise. I’ll go out there and do the intro for the whole night and then I’ll introduce you and wave you into the ring. After that you just need to call out the names of each fighter and then start the match. Just remember to say ‘fight’ once you have made your way outside the ring because it gets ugly in there fast.”

“Simple my ass.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. “How will I know the fighters names? I’ve never seen a teleprompter for the ring girl to read off of and I don’t think I can manage to remember all of those damn names.”

“I’ll tell you the names beforehand. We will have brief chances to talk during the boxin’ rounds since we will be standing next to each other on the side lines. It’s gonna be perfect.”

“You’ll be next to me the whole time?”

“Absolutely.”

You look up when you feel Frankie squeeze your shoulder. “The guys and I will be there too. We won’t let anything happen to you, Estrella. You’re going to do amazing.”

“Thanks. I really hope so.”

It makes you feel good to know that they believe in you so fully.

“You’re going to look amazin’ too! People won’t be able to take their eyes off of you long enough to watch the matches!”

“God, don’t remind me.” You feel his hand tug tighter on you at Benny’s words. You aren’t the biggest fan of overly macho or hyper-masculine men, but this is just the right touch. It felt nice to not have to be the sole person protecting yourself. It felt nice that someone else is more than willing to take up the mantle.

“It’s almost 10 o’clock, Benny!” Will shouts into the locker room. “Let’s get a move on!”

“That’s my cue!” Benny hums. “The names of the guys you will be announcin’ first are Rodriguez and Montoya! See ya’ out there!”

You and Frankie follow Benny out the doors and watch with Will and Pope as he kicks off the night's events.

“Hello, everybody! Who’s excited to see what we have planned?!” The crowd erupts all around him. It’s deafening and quite the stark contrast to how the gym is during a regular week day. People encircle the boxing ring and hoist their beer bottles in the air. They look like a turbulent ocean. “That’s what I like to hear!” He shouts. “Now, I have an extra special treat for y’all tonight! Our usual ring girl is out so a good friend of mine stepped up to the plate and will be fillin’ in for her! You all know and love her! It’s … !”

When Benny says your name the crowd cheers again. You didn’t think that they could manage to get even louder than they were the first time. In front of you, Will and Pope part the sea of people in order to make an obstruction free path for you to walk. You take a deep breath and hold on tightly to Frankie’s hand.

“I’m right here.” He whispers in your ear. “I’m always going to be right here, Estrella.”

You look up at him with tears threatening to show themselves as he guides you through the pathway. His quiet words of support manage to silence the roaring people surrounding you. It feels like it’s just you and him in the room together. He squeezes your hand one last time before letting it go so you can climb through the ropes that encase the ring. Benny holds up the top rope so you can shimmy your way through and join him at the center.

“Ain’t she a peach?!” He asks the throng of people.

Of all the thoughts careening around in your head at this moment, something Benny said to you the first time you met sticks out.

“Bein’ in there is electric, man. Gotta be one of the best feelins’ in the world hands down.”

God, is he right. You feel like you’re on the top of the world when in reality you are maybe a few feet higher than everyone else. The energy in the room fills you with a sense of confidence and excitement you didn’t know you could possess. Faces, some familiar and some new, stare back at you with glee.

“Happy to be here with y’all tonight!” You exclaim.

Empowered by the reaction that you receive, you take a lap around your new stage and wave to everyone. When you circle back around to Benny, you don’t think you have ever seen him look so proud.

“I’m going to get my ugly mug outta here so our main girl can kick this thing off! Take it away!”

He jumps down to where Frankie, Will, and Pope are all standing and cheering for you.

“She’s a damn natural up there.” Pope marvels.

“I knew she could do it!” Benny wraps his arm around his brother.

“She’s going to be the star of the ring tonight, that’s for sure.” Will states.

“That’s my girl!” Frankie shouts up to you. In reality, he would have been proud of you regardless. You tripped getting into the ring? You still got in there when no one else did. Your voice cracked when you started to talk? You were still brave enough to take on this entire room single handedly. You may be their star tonight, but you were his estrella every single day.

“The first fighters of the night are…” You pause for effect. “Rodriguez and Montoya!”

The boxers come racing out of the men’s locker room and make a beeline for the ring. The guests stepped to the side and allowed them through, cheering and hollering the whole time. After they breach the ring, they mirror you by doing a lap. They seem to be feeding off the audience the same way you are. You call them over to you so Friday Fight Night can officially get started. Following your instructions they meet you in the middle of the ring, but each one of them plants a quick kiss on your cheek and asks you to wish them luck. They each get into their fighting stance and wait for your signal.

“Round one!” You yell, slipping under the ropes to the safety of your friends. Benny thrusts a wireless mic into your hands when you get positioned next to him. “Fight!”

Benny uses that same mic to narrate what’s happening during the rounds and then to announce the winner of each match. After Rodriguez goes down hard in the third round, you slip back inside to hold up Montoya’s hand in victory. If you’re being honest, the majority of the night after that is an adrenaline filled blur.

“Dawson and Overton!”

“Dawson wins!”

“Clark and Edwards”

“Edwards wins!”

“Wood and Harrison!”

“Wood wins!”

In between screaming your lungs out announcing boxers for the crowd, Frankie has you wrapped in his arms. It feels so good to be able to lay your tired body against his chest as he places kisses on the top of your head. You can feel his steady heartbeat on your back and it helps you calm your own down. It’s so strong and grounding and yours. It occurs to you that having to get ready to help host the fights tonight stole the time that should have been dedicated to freaking out about Frankie finally asking you to be his girlfriend. You were finally his and he was finally yours. The earlier events of the night clearly showed his past was tumultuous to say the least. He willingly opened up to you about Rochelle, not that she gave him much of a choice, and about his drug addiction. Things that you know couldn’t have been easy to do. You saw it in his eyes that he was struggling to explain it all. Yet, the determination on his end to come completely clean for you was humbling and empowering. It made you want to show him your scars. After all, he wasn’t the only one with skeletons in his closet.

“Okay, are you ready for the last round of fighters?” Benny has to talk loudly next to your ear in order to make sure you can hear him over the noise.

You give him a thumbs up and are secretly happy the night has almost concluded. As fun as this has been, you’re exhausted.

“It’s going to be Jacobs and,” He pauses. “Brunson.” You must have made a face unconsciously because he quickly speaks again. “I know. I know. It’s going to be over soon. We’ll all be right here waiting for you.”

You nod at Benny and tap lightly on the arms that are currently encircling your waist. You look up at him and can tell that he doesn’t want to let you go, but smiles nonetheless as he untangles himself from you.

“Just one more fight.” You whisper encouragingly to Frankie before climbing back into the ring.

“Last fight of the evening, folks! Let’s hope it's a good one!” You announce to the thoroughly drunk crowd. “Your final fighters are going to be Jacobs and Brunson!”

You try to hide your repugnance when Brunson is the first one to slip through the ropes and jog around hyping up the viewers. His dark black hair is meticulously combed back as usual. You muster up the last bit of your strength and call out to the two men. They trot over to you and stand by your side, Jacobs to the left and Brunson to the right. Jacobs leans down and places a small kiss on your cheek. It had become somewhat of a lucky thing to do this evening and caught on quickly with the rest of the boxers. They were always respectful and never tried anything else other than a small peck. You genuinely wish Jacobs well in his match. When Brunson goes in for his kiss, you instinctively swivel out of the way.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you have one more kiss left for me?” He speaks so only you can hear.

“Unfortunately, I’m all out.” You shrug innocently.

Backing away from the freshly scorned man, you tell them to get into their fighting stances before hopping out of the ring to use the mic.

“Round one! Fight!”

You pass off the mic to Benny so he can do his thing and retreat to the safety of Frankie. He obviously saw what happened up there and noticed how you were huddling as deep into his body as you could get.

“What was that?” He asks curiously.

“Some prick who doesn’t understand when a woman clearly isn’t interested in him.” You scowl, trying to manifest Jacobs landing a punch to Brunson's jaw.

“Has he been bothering you?” His tone has shifted from one of curiosity to one of worry.

“He tries to hit on me when he comes into work out sometimes.” You feel his arms squeeze slightly tighter on you as you talk. “I shut him down hard every time and Benny is always close by. It’s not a big deal, but I should have told you about him. I don’t want to keep you in the dark.”

“I would have liked to have known if someone was giving you a hard time at work, but I’m not upset at you. I don’t really have any room to be.” You can feel his belly rise and fall as he laughs lightly behind you. “It took me a while to explain what was going on with me. I’m just glad that Benny was there to watch out for you. I am upset at him though.” He rests the underside of his chin on the top of your head.

You hum in agreement. “I also already have a pretty great boyfriend. Why would I even think of entertaining some random guy? He could never satisfy me the way you do.”

Frankie breathes out heavily from his nose and you can feel your hair move. He leans down and places a kiss on your shoulder. “I’ll make sure you’re more than satisfied when we get back to my house.”

A shiver of excitement creeps its way down your back as his words settle in your ears. You know it's cruel and you know you’re in public, but you can’t help but rub your ass against him. The room is full of a bunch of drunk people watching a boxing match so who cares. His hands tighten around you to hold you into place. You’re unable to move your hips.

“You’re playing a dangerous game right now, Estrella.”

“I guess I’m getting tired of watching other people do dangerous things and I wanted to try it out for myself.”

“I’m hanging on by a thread as it is watching you prance around up there in that tiny little outfit. Seeing you dance around for everyone? Get kissed on the cheek by random men? I’m losing my mind down here.”

Both you and Frankie are snapped back to a lustless reality when the crowd lets out a wild cry. Brunson has his arms up in a defensive position while Jacobs wails on him with his glove-covered fists. Overcome by the glorious scene in front you, you start yelling like every other observer.

“Fucking hit him! Take him down, Jacobs!”

Frankie is still holding you while you flail your arms every which way. He looks over at Pope and Will who are transfixed by your sudden outburst. They raise their eyebrows at him and he mouths ‘tell you later’. There is no way they would have been able to hear him over your manic yelling anyway.

“Break his fucking jaw!” You holler.

“Ella es luchadora esta noche!” Pope calls to Frankie over the commotion.

“Esa es mi chica!” He answers.

Jacobs continues to hammer down on Brunson. In a last ditch attempt to get out of the predicament he is in, Brunson takes swings at Jacobs. Unfortunately for him, that left an open space for Jacobs’ fist to make direct contact with the side of Brunson’s head. He lands hard on the matt and, with his last bit of strength, taps his hand on the floor. Pompous fucker didn’t even make it past the first round.

You leap out of Frankie’s grip and charge the ring along with Benny. Both of you scramble to get inside to make the final calls of the night.

“Jacobs wins!” You cry holding up the very hand that took down Brunson.

Benny wraps his arm around your shoulder and speaks into the mic.

“That’s a wrap on this week's Friday Fight Night, everyone! Thank you for coming out and showing support for Brass Knuckles! Remember to come visit us again next week and to drive home carefully!”

Jacobs thanks you for being a great co-host before he heads off to the locker room to shower, change, and head out. Everyone else begins to slowly file out of the building as well. Your strength being rejuvenated after seeing Brunson get what was coming to him, has you giggling and leaning against the ropes facing your friends.

“You really held your own out there, hon. I wouldn’t want to mess with you.” Will teases.

You stick your tongue out and laugh along with him as the gym gets quieter.

“I told you she’d be a good ring girl, Benny.” Pope speaks over your shoulder. “I’d never steer you wrong.”

“I knew you wouldn’t, man.” Benny confirms with a grin. “Come on, Brunson, get up. It’s time to clear out. Better luck next time, hmm?” He looks down at the man sitting in the corner of the ring massaging the left side of his face.

“Yeah, I’m going, Miller.” He grumbles. “Can’t a guy leave the ring with some dignity?”

“I don’t think you had any dignity walking into the ring to begin with.” He chortles.

You haven’t been paying either man any mind because Frankie has walked up to the side of the ring you are leaning against. He pinches the collar of your shirt between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulls your giggling self towards him. He captures your lips in a kiss and you can taste faint hints of the beer he was nursing during the show.

“That's the reason?” A grating voice calls out from behind you. “That’s the reason you won’t go out with me?”

You break away from Frankie and turn to see Brunson looking at you still holding the side of his face; Benny is already staring at him with an open mouth.

“Excuse me?” You question, daring him to repeat what he just said.

“Brunson, the fuck are you talking about, man?” Benny looks exhausted. You aren’t sure if that's from tonight or Brunson specifically.

“You keep shooting me down because you’re fucking one of Miller’s military friends?” He says it like this is the only possible reason for your rejection of him.

“Oh shit.” Pope whispers somewhere behind you.

“Brunson.” Benny warns.

“Did it ever occur to you in your myopic little mind that I just don’t fucking like you?” You hiss.

“You’re such a bitch.” He laughs as if he just said something incredibly profound.

“That’s it!” Frankie growls behind you. “Come here, you fucking asshole!”

You whip around to see Will and Pope rushing forward to grab each of his arms so he can’t climb into the ring.

“Alto, hermano!”

“Don’t, Catfish! You know you can’t have assaultin’ someone on your record! It’s going to hurt your chances of getting it back!”

You don’t know what Will is referring to when he said ‘it’, but whatever it was is enough to cause Frankie to falter for half a second.

“Who’s gonna tell?!” He’s still trying to pull out of their grip. “I know y’all won’t and this fucker won’t be alive to report me!”

“Get the fuck outta the ring now.” Benny’s voice is ice cold when he speaks to Brunson. “You aren’t welcome back here after this either.”

“What? All because I said she was banging your friend?” The battered man climbs to his feet and starts walking to exit the ring. “My bad, maybe she’s banging all four of yall.”

It happens so quickly that you don’t even have time to be scared. Benny’s fist flies through the air and connects with Brunson’s jaw with a deliciously satisfying crack. His body crumbles to the ground and unlike in his first fight, he doesn’t get back up. You don’t hear Frankie trying to get inside the ring now, Will and Pope are both silent behind you as well, and Benny looks as calm as ever.

“I have been wantin’ to do that for a while now.” He beams. “God, that felt so fuckin’ good.”

“You just punched him.” You say airily.

Benny just flashes you his boyish grin and shrugs. “He had it comin’.” He looks over your shoulder at his friends. “I know you would have done it, Fish. I was just a little closer. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It was probably better that you did it for a number of reasons.” Frankie admits. “The biggest one being I don’t think I could have stopped at just one punch.”

“Well…what do we do now?” You laugh. “We can’t just leave him here. Although, I’m sure I could be convinced to.”

“You and Fish are goin’ to leave him here.” Benny answers nonchalantly. “Y’all have dealt with too much bullshit for one night. The boys and I can stay here to clean up and wait until this loser wakes up.”

“Seriously?” Frankie sounds stunned.

“Seriously?” You echo.

“Seriously?” Pope whines.

“Yeah! Y’all go get the rest you need. Bosses orders.”

“This ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle.” Will assures you.

“I still don’t want to do it.” Pope says, yet he seems to change his tune after Will smacks him upside the head. “But I would be more than happy too!”

You individually hug all three of them for allowing you and Frankie to leave. Benny was right, both of y’all did need rest. Too bad there were other plans in place already.

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You have barely closed the front door before Frankie picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He had to watch you frolic around all night in that tiny little outfit and he was struggling to keep it together the entire time. Your breasts were calling his name, that short skirt was teasing him, those fishnets begged to be ripped off, and that smile. Oh, your fucking smile. That was probably the sexiest thing that you wore tonight. He definitely wasn’t complaining about your outfit, but your smile made him weak. The fact that it seemed the biggest when you were looking at him brought him to his knees.

You hear him kick the door the rest of the way open and then he’s tossing you down on the bed. His normally soft brown eyes appear almost black as he stares down at you. You can’t help but clench your legs together and his eyes sweep over your body.

“God, you’re perfect.” His voice is raspy from yelling all evening. “I wish you could see yourself from my point of view.”

A wetness in between your legs starts to make itself known to you. You watch as he tosses his cap off, pulls his shirt off in one swift motion, and starts to remove his jeans. The thigh high boots are all you manage to get off before he places a heavy hand on your leg.

“I want to try something a little different.” He states. “Will you let me?”

There is a command in his question, but also an air of hesitation. He seems like he wants you to be just as on board as he is.

“I’ll let you do anything you want.” You say truthfully.

A grin appears on his face after he hears your stamp of approval. Frankie turns around to the desk behind him and slides something metal off of it. He’s obstructing your view with his hands.

“I told you before that Benny isn’t going to have an outfit to get back from you because I’m going to tear it off.”

You nod, swallowing the growing lump in your throat.

“I decided that I didn’t want to do that anymore. I’m going to cut it off.”

He brings out the object that he took off his dresser and unfolds it in front of you. It’s a pocket knife. However, it’s bigger than any pocket knife you have ever seen. The blade is thin, long, and a blinding silver. Your wetness soaks its way through your panties the longer you take in the image of Frankie holding the knife in front of you. Where he was usually a soft and sweet looking man, now he looked dark and lustful. It’s making you and your body go crazy. You bite down hard on your lower lip hoping that the pain will distract from the throbbing of your clit. It’s unbearable. He balances himself over you by resting one knee on the bed. The next time he talks, his face is inches from yours and his voice is barely above a whisper.

“Don’t you dare move.” He speaks. “I don’t want to cut this beautiful skin of yours. Are you going to be a good girl and stay still for me?” He lets the knife hover over the knot you tied in your shirt earlier that evening.

“Yes.” You breathe out excitedly.

Frankie carefully slips the blade beneath the knot and pulls upward. The cheap material is sliced through and falls delicately to each side of your body. He looks at your black bra like it’s offending him and repeats the same action with the knife. When your breasts are fully exposed in front of him, he lets out a deep sigh. You can see how hard he has gotten from watching your clothes get cut from your body. With his free hand he rolls one of your nipples in between his thumb and index finger. The feeling causes your back to arch slightly as you whine out to him.

“What did I say, Estrella?” Frankie lays the knife flat in the valley of your breasts. The cool metal feels like it's pulling the warmth from your body. “I thought I told you not to move?” He picks it back up again, and with the tip ghosting over your skin, he drags it down to your navel.

“I can’t help it.” You smile. “My body just reacts to you.”

There is a flash of sweetness in his eyes at your words before they cloud back over with lust. “I know the feeling.” He groans, palming your breasts.

Frankie sits back on his leg and lets his blade slip under the waistband of your skirt. You giggle quietly as it melts off your body just as easy as the other two articles of clothing. There is nothing left on your body, but fishnets and underwear. Your breath hitches as the icy metal slides its tongue down your leg. Watching Frankie’s eyes light up with your every reaction is pushing you further and further towards your climax. How could it be possible for him to make you come without his hands ever gracing your skin? You keep your own eyes trained on him as he starts slicing through the material of the fishnets. When he finally finishes, you’re the one who tears off your panties. As beautifully torturous as that was, there is no way you can wait for him anymore.

“I’ve been aching for you all day.” You whimper, butterflying your legs open for his viewing pleasure. “Are you going to come satisfy me like you promised?”

Frankie’s so enamored by your display in front of him that he loses his grip on his knife and it falls softly on the bedroom floor. He walks up the foot of the bed and grasps your hips firmly. Without you having to say another word, he sinks deep inside you and fills you to the hilt. Both of you gasp out in pleasure and gratefulness that this moment is finally here after this strenuous day.

“Fuck. Every time I slip inside you it feels so right.” He utters out as he starts thrusting at a languid pace.

You’re too lost in the sensation of feeling every inch of him stretch you out to respond, but he keeps speaking.

“Every time you twirled around and every time I saw your lips pressed right up against the microphone, I wanted you.” His pace is speeding up now. “Every time I saw you perform for the crowd and every time I saw those men get the blessed opportunity to kiss you, I wanted everyone to know I wanted you. You’re my girl. You’re my Estrella.”

“Yes, Frankie.” Your eyes are locked on him while he pounds into you.

“I want you to say it. I want you to say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You gasp.

“Louder.” His voice is a mix of demanding and begging. “I don’t care if the neighbors hear.”

“I’m yours Frankie! No one else's!”

“That’s fucking right.”

He leans down to suck on your breasts while he continues pumping inside your cunt. Your hands find their home in his hair to pull on his curls. Hearing his deep grunts is causing you to feel drunk. His coarse hair is methodically rubbing your clit as he nips at your sensitive skin. You know your high is coming, you can feel it rising quickly to the surface. Wanting to be as connected to him as possible, you slide your hands down to his face and bring him up to your lips. There is a hunger between the two of you that is palpable in the kiss. Each of you is desperate to have more of the other. There is an unspoken knowing that no matter how much is taken, neither one will be full. He silences your screams as you come with his full lips as you release onto him. You feel yourself coating him completely. Frankie never breaks the kiss during or after your climax. You smile as you feel his lips quiver against yours as he finishes deep inside you. His hips quiver with each release.

“That’s it.” You whisper. “Let me have it. I want all of you.”

“You already have all of me, Estrella.”

He didn’t pull out of you immediately, but when he did, you stopped him from going to clean you up. The two of you laid there on the bed, facing each other, as you traced the features of his face. There was something so lovely about the after. The quietness and contentment that encapsulated the both of you was like something out of a dream. If it were up to you, you would have stayed there until the sun rose. Frankie, unfortunately, was to be the voice of reason. He reminded you that you both had work early in the morning and that sleep was something you definitely needed after the day's events. He’s gentle when he washes himself off of your skin. As he puts the cloth away, you pull back the covers and wait patiently for him to hold your tired body. Before sleep can take you from this moment, you muster up the strength to ask one last thing.

“Are you mine, Frankie?”

“I’m yours until all the stars in the sky go dark.”

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massivedrickhead · 6 months

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hiii if you’re still accepting prompt requests could you please do 14 or 44 from that prompt list? ty!!! really love all your work btw xx

I couldn't think of anything for 44, so I went with 14 🥰Thank you for sending it!

14. “I’ll carry you.”

Prompt taken from here

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“Okay,” Beca said, returning to the living room holding a baby monitor. “I think she’s down for the night. You should go to bed, Chlo’, you look exhausted.”

Chloe gave a grunt from her spot on the sofa. “I can’t,” she said, stifling a yawn. “There’s still loads to do. I didn’t get, like, any housework or anything done today.”

“I can sort all that,” Beca said. “Go lie down, you were up with her all night, and I know you didn’t get a chance to nap today either.”

“You’ve been at work all day,” Chloe said.

“And so have you,” Beca countered. “And I’m under no illusion who has the harder job.” She sat down on the sofa beside Chloe. “You know when you asked to be a stay-at-home Mom, I didn’t agree because I thought it would mean I’d get out of doing chores and come home to dinner on the table, right?”

“I had all these ideas about what it would be like,” Chloe said. “I thought everything would be perfect and I’d have time to clean and cook, and take her out to the park, and meet up with other Moms and I… I didn’t even get to shower today. I had to hold her while I brushed my teeth because she wouldn’t stop crying.”

“You took care of our daughter on your own all day,” Beca said. “Right now, that’s all you need to focus on. You’re an amazing Mom and an amazing wife.” She kissed Chloe on the top of the head. “And we’re a team, remember? I earn the money, you keep our kid alive when I’m out of the house, and the rest we can do together.”

Chloe laughed and shook her head slightly. “My Mom made it look so easy growing up. Dad brought home the paycheck, and she did everything else.”

“Things were different then,” Beca said. “She did all that because she thought she had to. And just because it’s hard for you it doesn’t mean you’re bad at it. I certainly couldn’t do it all on my own. Plus, you know, we’re both super new at this. It’ll get easier. And, if it doesn’t, you just need to tell me and we can figure it out.”

“I love you,” Chloe said, resting her head on Beca’s shoulder.

“I love you, too,” Beca said. “Now, are you gonna go to bed?”

“I honestly don’t think I can move,” Chloe said, groaning dramatically as she flopped back onto the couch. “I’m so tired my legs have stopped working.”

Beca shrugged. “I’ll carry you.”

Chloe laughed. “Yeah right,” she said.

“You don’t think I can?”

“I’m hardly the skinniest I’ve ever been,” Chloe replied.

“Like that’s gonna stop me,” she said, waving her off. She slid her arm beneath the crook of Chloe’s knees and put the other arm around her back.

“Oh my god, Beca, don’t!” Chloe squealed, throwing her arms around Beca as she was lifted into the air. “Beca! You’re going to put your back out or something!”

“Please,” Beca said, trying to hide any sound of exertion from her voice. “I bench more than this.”

“You’ve never set foot in a gym in your life,” Chleo said, clinging onto her wife as Beca carried her down the hall towards their bedroom.

“And I clearly don’t need to,” Beca said, dropping Chloe onto the bed, grinning triumphantly. “I’m super strong.”

“I can’t believe you just carried me,” Chloe said, beginning to laugh as Beca flexed in front of her.

“You must be pretty turned on right now, huh?”

“You’re an idiot,” Chloe laughed.

“Maybe so,” Beca said, climbing onto the bed beside her. “But I’m your idiot.”

They shared a kiss before Beca pulled away in order to change into her pyjamas.

“I thought you were going to do the housework?” Chloe asked, eyebrows raised.

“Well I was,” Beca said. “But I think I just hurt my back somehow.”

Chloe swatted her on the arm.

“Ow,” Beca laughed. “I’m kidding. I’ll get right on it.” She kissed Chloe again and left her pyjamas folded on top of the bed. “I’ve got the baby monitor with me. If she cries, I’ll get her, okay?”

“You’re too good to me, Beca Mitchell.”

Beca shrugged. “It’s what you deserve. Now get some sleep.”

“Yes ma’am.”

It didn’t take Beca long to tackle the dishes and give the countertops a clean. She figured she would tackle hoovering on Saturday, it was too risky to do now while their daughter was sleeping. She poked her head through the door to see their six-month-old still fast asleep, and she couldn’t help but smile.

She crept out of the nursery, returned to her bedroom, and found her wife asleep in the exact same position. She couldn’t help but smile harder.

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bbgnyx · 5 months

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smut prompt 01/10~bangchan

@dinopanties ty for the request!! really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you like it. feedback is always appreciated! ily

a/n: ok i'm back from my short hiatus!! can't wait to write more now! take a look at my prompt list and feel free to drop requests in my inbox or comment on that post!! xoxo

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You were sitting by the bar, whiskey in one hand. You took a sip and checked your phone again to see a message from Chan saying that he’s running late because of traffic. You sighed very well knowing that your best friend forgot the timing of your hangout.

You had been waiting around for 30 mins when Chan finally arrived. “Hey beautiful”, he said as he sat down next to you, his eyes wandering up and down your body. Chan had always found you hot but was too shy to ever make a move and spoil the friendship and so he kept quiet about his attraction towards you. You punched his arm, “Don’t ‘hey beautiful’ me, you were late by 30 fucking minutes!?!”. He winced, “Ow ow, I get it, you’re strong”, he teased. You stared at him, waiting for an explanation. "Okay, fine. I completely forgot about our plans today," he admitted, apologizing with those adorable puppy eyes and pout. But you couldn't stay mad at him for long. He had a way of making your heart flutter, and if you were being honest, you liked him more than just a little. In your eyes, he was everything.

Taking another sip of whiskey, you sighed, "Ugh, I can't stay mad at you for too long." Chan chuckled, asking about your life and anything interesting that had happened. As you both sat there, engrossed in conversation, time flew by. The whiskey had you feeling intoxicated, and the sight of Chan in his black shirt and loose jeans had you feeling more than just a little aroused. The way he adorned himself with jewelry drove you wild, making you lose control of your desires.

It didn't take long before you found yourself shamelessly checking him out. Chan noticed and smirked, placing a hand on your thigh. His touch sent shivers down your spine, causing a small moan to escape your lips. His smirk only grew wider. "What's the matter, princess? Is my touch making you wet?" he taunted. You rubbed your thighs together but he forced them open hand sliding to the inner side of your thigh.

“Chan not here”, you whimpered, all your senses feeling like they might disappear at any moment now. Chan couldn't wait until you got home, so he pulled you into a nearby bathroom stall. He pressed you against the wall and kissed you aggressively, your tongues battling for dominance as your bodies pressed together. Desperate for friction, you tried to grind against him. Breaking the kiss, both of you were panting for air.

"Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are?" Chan groaned, marking your neck with dark purple bruises. You shook your head. "Well, babygirl, I'm about to show you just how much you drive me crazy," he said, removing his shirt and sliding your dress down. Pushed against the sink, your leg on his shoulder, he devoured you mercilessly.

You whimpered and moaned not being able to contain your voice due to the immense euphoria you were feeling. "Be quiet baby, you don't want anyone to hear us, would you?" Chan asked as he kept nipping at your pussy, devouring it. You managed to mutter a yes and bit down on your lip, pulling his hair and earning grumbles from him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. As you neared your release, you signalled Chan. He went harder until you came all over his mouth.

He licked his lips and not wasting another second, he pulled his pant and boxers down revealing his huge length. He turned you around and slid inside without warning. “Ahh fuck Chan, t-too much”, you whimpered. Ignoring your plea, he intensified his rhythm, thrusting into you with an inhuman speed, hitting your sweet spot with precision each time. "Babygirl, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk tomorrow", Chan muttered, his words laced with profanity. You struggled to remain silent, but his words aroused you to the point of losing control, releasing soft moans of pleasure. Sensing your impending climax, you clutched his shoulders tightly, leaving crimson imprints. He continued his rapid thrusts, causing you to cry out in ecstasy as you climaxed, coating his member with your juices. Chan persisted, relentlessly pursuing his own high. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, tears welled up in your eyes as you threw your head back. Before long, he released his warm, dripping seed deep inside your tight opening, his eyes closing in bliss. Withdrawing from you, he gazed upon the dishevelled sight beneath him. You were now his beautiful mess.

#chan #bangchan #skz #skz smut #skz bangchan #smut #sexy #straykids #popular #skz drabbles #skz ff #skz imagines #skz oneshot

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According to the genshin wiki, amos’s name translates to “burden” (or at least the hebrew version of the name). Any thoughts on the implications of this?

oh i have thought about that a normal amount. Usually, I love tying it into my backstory of her c: An archer needs to be strong and I imagine her taking care of her community a lot. It was her burden to carry, now that she was an archer without prey. It didn't feel right to not do anything. It could never feel right. In her heart, she was an archer waiting to strike- but stagnation for too long was something she could never fully accept. She has carried many things in her lifetime, from secrets to fears.

A burden is a responsibility that one can not abandon; a pressure from external and/ or internal matters. Physical and metaphorical I do think that Amos acts from the heart. She is so full of love that it's the only thing that could really damage her. She will take on the world for the people she cares about. (And the realization of who she really should be taking care of happens much too late)

It's one of the reasons she fell for Deca. A person that could carry her burdens for her. But life without improvement was a different sort of stagnation. To eternally dream causes muscles to weaken and minds to soften. Surrounded by a sea of grey, were her eyes as sharp as they were before?

Ough this is giving me inspiration to write more of Amos's thought process when it comes to her relationships with people :p I wonder what I should nickname this one, either Violetgrass (Bluebells by another name) or Endymionis somnum dormire

Amos was a strong person. She hunted in the woods beyond the city, brining back meat to share with her friends and family. She did not ask for much. She did not have much. Amos the hunter was her name. Her last name? She never cared for it. Being a hunter was nice. Staying still for the perfect shot. Just for her patience to be rewarded in one quick swish.

Her parents taught her the way of the bow. They urged her to put it down as well. To settle with someone that could take care of her. One day her bones will tire and her wrists wouldn't be able to withstand the arduous tasks.

Amos was strong. She cared for her parents til their final breaths. She cleaned the now empty house by herself. She had many friends she loved to help. Any burder they had, she could take on.

She taught the children of her friends how to be an archer. She did her deliveries and as the rumors of war broke out she didn't worry. It was a matter between gods.

Then the winds began to storm and her dreams of green were no more. Her tasks were no more. Still those she helped so long ago took care of her.

She felt like a burden. A hunter without her prey. All she could do was sit by the armourys of old and keep up the upkeep. The other hunters and soilders have already gone home. No one to inspect at the city gates nor a chance to take their own somewhere else. The greenhouses at least gained new members.

Despite her many years of waiting, she felt restless. There must be something she could do! Much like a maid knight in the future, at a simple call she would be there in a second. "Amos, could you please help with this?" "Amos could you please help with that?" She loved to help. The belt on her side was no longer filled with arrows, only lists and letters.

Like the mint plants that weave through the concrete cracks, she survives. She always had.

Day and night held no meaning to her. Task after task. She could do it all. She could do anything.

Her face grimaces as she notes the bottom of her shoes needing to be glued back in. Her boots were getting old and she would need the support of a clan to purchase a new pair. Tailor Skyle still owed her that favor, she could ask her later.

Walking past the kids playing in the streets, she smiled. They waved at her before going back to play their game. They had made a show out of the information coming from the few outsiders. Words about the Wolf King's newest strategy or rumors of how bad this war across the world has been. The stone gate's leylines protected them from the wrath of geo, but the anemo in the air had to have a victor.

The tower in the center of the town was the only place safe from the storm. Its sturdy walls stayed quiet. Season by season the number of guards lessened as the few who found themselves of use to their king wished to conserve their coin.

The tailor greets her, holding the hand of her wife Riza. The baker had made her beloved a container of soup for lunch and had dropped by to see her. Amos smiled as the trio talked and Skyle did calculations.

"Red looks good on you," She could hear her friend mutter to her wife.

"Everything looks good on me." Riza smiled back. Her hand playing with the edges of a napkin. She was wearing a crimson bracelet on her hand. "Hey Amos, you like it? It's our anniversary present to each other."

The tailor sighed, "I can't believe Mr. Whisker would betray me like that. How dare a fluffy face like his tear my bracelet to shreds the moment I place mine down. Our perfect anniversary ruined by that adorable bastard. It's going to take so long to remake the pattern."

As she looked closely, she could see the slightest pattern of flowers. Roses if she remembered correctly.

Riza bent her arm to give Amos a closer look, "It's based on a tale from my side of the family. My father was eager to share the tale of the red string with his future daughter-in-law." She kissed her wife and Amos looked away.

Her eyes wandered as the two began to talk. She knew the guy they were telling her about, how he would gift her parchments and books from the lands south for the holidays. He was a nice guy, but she blanked on his name at the moment. Her eyes rested on the harp in the corner of the shop. She had one of those big ones back at home, but it was way dustier than this one. The feeling of string in her hands that needed to be plucked at the right moment... Yet before she could say anything, her friend was finished.

She thanked them and embraced the storm outside. The kids were gone, perhaps off to their homes for lessons or mealtime. Besides the regular rumble that surrounded the city, it was quiet. Trees and flags rustled like instruments and she made her way back to where she was staying.

Tomorrow was the same. So was the day after that. And the day after that.

Of course, there were new developments. The person that used to take care of horses fell in love with the butcher's son. One of the head clan's harpists was arrested for murdering her rival. She was invited to the wedding of one of the kids she used to carry on her shoulders. Still, she was.

She was.

Content.

Her eyes and body tired as she put on her best clothes. It was a humble affair, a family friend of the groom was one of the Lawrence and allowed them to use their home as the venue. Everyone was in pairs. Some people even more.

She wore a violetgrass in her hair, one of the rarer plants in the greenhouses' glebes. It costed her a pretty coin, but she couldn't help but splurge.

The event was nice. The couple spoke their vows and their kin held a toast to their happiness. Til death will they part.

She smiled. She laughed. She was so proud of her friend.

Someone tossed something into the air, and on instinct she caught it.

Roses so red and Celcilias so white. They smelled fresh, but the bouquet felt heavy in their hands. Crimson splashed against the bone-white and faded grass. Yet there are cheers around her. Smiles and jokes. "Oh, when is the wedding for Ms. Amos?" "It's a sign for you to settle down Amos dear!" "Want me to make a dress for you like I did them?"

She smiles. She laughs. She steps aside. "Come on you guys! It's their wedding! We should tease them more instead!". The violetgrass feels heavy on her head.

The beginning of the end starts with such good intentions.

"Ms. Amos!" one of the children squeaks. She had just finished fixing a post one of the animals knocked over before she felt the small hands of her neighbor's daughter on her dress. "Don't tell Lance but I wanna marry him when I grow up!"

"Is that so?" Amos pats her on the head. "What about that Charles boy that likes you? Or Amelia?"

Her face scrunches, "They are so borrring. And Amelia hasn't returned my ribbon yet! Lance is so cool! He can use a catalyst!" she pulls on the hem as the kid jumps up and down. "When are you getting married?"

"I don't plan on it." is her usual answer.

"That sounds lonely." was the usual reply.

Amos smiled, "I won't be lonely. I have you guys!"

Her neighbor's child frowned at her. At least this one was honest about their thoughts. "You sure? Cause I think that would be sucky."

The pale-haired lady lowered her eyes, "It's time for dinner. I think I saw your father get fowl today at the market. You should get going."

"Okay, Ms. Amos! Can I be flower-girl at your wedding?"

"Bye!" Amos says back.

She closes her eyes. The party a couple weeks ago was nice. Everyone was enjoying themselves and reminiscing on old times was lovely. There was another invite in her mail. An engagement announcement right next to it. The Bakers down the street were having their 2nd child. The Smiths were having triplets.

She grits her teeth as she makes her way back into her empty house. The dust was getting worse. She would need all day tomorrow to tidy the place up.

Yet instead, she chooses to fall face-first onto her bed. The blankets were in the same position they were when she woke up. The wood underneath her creaked as she squirmed. It would be nice to have someone in her arms. Have someone hold her. Have someone greet her when she comes home. It would be nice to have someone to share her burdens with. To greet with a hug. To whisper the vows to.

Yet the only one in her bed was herself. She was never an imaginative person, only able to build upon memories. What would it even be like? How would it even work? How do you even meet someone like that? How do you know this is the person you would devote yourself to? How would you know you were attracted to them? Was it like that Red String her friend told her about, a moth drawn to a flame?

She knew what a pretty person was! She had eyes! Yet. It was always surface-level. She could never imagine sharing a life with that pretty boy at the southern gate. Nor the scribe who doodles hearts on her receipts. She didn't know them. She felt no connection to them. That's what attraction was... right? A connection?

She gripped her pillow tightly.

She needed rest for tomorrow. She could think about this another time.

The storm was quiet today. It ebbed with her lord's mood, but today seemed different. Perhaps she had been imagining things. Sap from dying flowers needed to be crafted into glue. The arrows she'll never use again deserve their tail feathers.

Washing her hands, she tidied the armory's workspace. Clearing away the stuff on the desks was her first task- she wouldn't want the violetgrass's poison to stain.

The soft chime from the door was barely audible. Turning around, Amos noted the person a couple steps away from her had green eyes. No pigment could describe the hue, only barely comparable to the crystalflies or perhaps seelies. A cape on his right shoulder and an even longer cape on his back. Stormy grey hair and skin sickly pale.

Who the heck was this guy? He didn't have the features of any of the townspeople. Was he one of the wealthier people that lived in the tower? Even then she would have heard rumors of such a person. There were only a handful of people with silver hair and she was acquainted with all of them.

A foreigner would make sense, but only if he had arrived before the storm. The gold accents on his pauldrons and clothing seemed flawless- and he did not look like the man who knew about metal upkeep. Wait. Then why was he here in an armory?

"Good day." She greeted as calm as she could be. She was not worried. Surrounded by her old companions, she had spent hours wielding and testing each one of them. Sure she may not be the best at a claymore or a simple short sword, but any one of them would do in a battle.

"Hello," His voice was calm.

"Looking for something?" She asked. He placed his gloved hand on his side, his movements almost like that of a marionette.

"No."

"...Well okay then?" Amos tilted her head. His voice had an accent? That odd way of speaking the Mason family had, with some breathiness to the vowels. Time flowed once more as she tried to concentrate on her work, but this guy was still there. She kept looking back, like they were playing a game of Ochs am Berg.

"So stranger what's your name?" she asked, but got no reply. "... I see. A quiet one, are ya?" The arrows were done, time to clean up and then move to the shields.

"Yes. I am a quiet person." came the short response.

Socially it would be a good move to laugh it off, perhaps add some lip service, but this guy was giving her nothing to go off on. Maybe he did want to just sit and watch, a cat laying on a windowsill. Perhaps she was standing in his way. Or worse: it meant nothing at all.

"Cool." She muttered.

Somehow this became a habit. The two of them, never really introducing themselves to the other, would spend a portion of the afternoon in the armory together. Occasionally, the green-eyed man would comment on the abandoned armors and weapons. The unsaid question of why she continued to do this task on his lips. There was no need for anyone to fight. There were no fights. Everything was at peace. So why was she standing in a room ment for battle.

She never answered him. How could she put into words that this was her choice. Her old friends. Relics from the times she would have hunting partners side by side. Artifacts of campsites and friendships. It was illogical.

Yet, the silence was nice. The silence could make one pretend the other understood the other.

One day, he handed her a cloak that matched the one he wore. "It's cold." He spoke, his voice soft and gentle. As she placed it around her shoulders, she could not help but smile at its warmth. So light yet so strong. Not a single stitch was loose and her only complaint would be how the accents shimmered in the light. Still, she had hung up her bow- so stealth need not be an option.

Her mistake.

"Oh, is this a courting gift?" Came the questions. "Are you finally settling down?" they asked. "Who's the lucky person?"

She takes the cloak off.

But he looks at her with such concern. She does enjoy his company, whatever his name is. She likes talking to him. Sometimes she finds things throughout her day that makes her want to show him it.

She wonders what it would be like to meet outside the armory. She feels like she wants to impress him, to take him out of the city and show off her sick moves in action. She dreams of them patrolling the area together, maybe even becoming neighbors.

The cloak is in her hands now. It's so soft. Would his hand be this soft? Would his chest? She never thought of it before, but she wants to run her fingers through his hair. She wants to hold him and laugh with him. To see that sunny smile peak through his clouds.

Yet, she tells herself. They are barely friends. She barely knows his name. His story is his to tell, and while she had confessed the circumstances of her life... he has always been her green-eyed mystery.

It's so heavy, all of it. The mutterings. The attention. This dance was tiring. She wants to rest. To ignore the questions and stop acting happy. Amos just wants to be Amos. It's not like she can be Amos the archer. She.

She.

She hates this. Can't they all just get off her back! Go away! What she is up to is none of their business!

They are just concerned about you, her mind whispers. Her heart aches. She knows they just want what they think is best for her. That they belive that she will be lonely for the rest of her life. That's absurd! She has them! Do... do they not consider themselves as valuable to her as they are?

The rustle of the storm hums around her. Like a lullaby, she can feel it drowning out her thoughts. Her friend had been giving her more violetgrass once he learned they were of her favorite color. Purple. Such a lovely hue. Imports of those dyes cost a pretty coin, but these flowers lived near the stone gate. Useful towards pests and can even be made into some medicines. "Should you ever turn one inside out, you would win your true love!" A common saying among the hunters.

Win your true love. What a joke. If love was a game, she did not want to play. Was she supposed to bring an inverted flower wherever she went? Or was the game set by the time the contested meets their prize.

It was bad luck to bring this bouquet into her house. The neighbors will talk. And so will the neighbor's neighbors. But that's all they ever do. Talk talk nag nag. It's just some flowers! It's just a gift!

"Decarabian give me strength," She muttered. Not one to be a nun, she only knew the basics for events. "I do like the guy. But. I don't even know him. It would be so much simpler to learn about him. I could tell the Masons or the Peggs that his family doesn't like me! I would be free from their questions."

But what if she does like him. That this yearning to watch stars with him was what they would call love. That the urge to sit around and do nothing- to be by his side and vice versa... what if that was love.

Why did she feel so lonely after making this connection? Why does she want this? Why does she want to give into the pressure and sink into his arms? Have that heavy weight upon her heart to go away once and for all.

Despite her many years of being alone, she felt restless. Was this fear, love? Was the desperation to have someone to talk to when she came home, love? Was the yearning for him to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks, love?

She felt like a burden. An archer without her bow.

Amos closed her eyes and pulled the cloak close. It still smelled of him. If there was anyone she would be safe sharing space with... she guessed he was okay.

#what do you get when you take a touch starved person who longs to be needed and add in a touch starved being who longs to have her be safe?#miscommunication and tragic a-spec ness #MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA #this was probs wasn't what you thought my response was going to be but eheheheee i love thinking about Amos #Decmos #steel text #Amos genshin #genshin #amos is so bluebelll core its insane and luckiliy violetgrass is a thing!#decarabian #genshin impact #man i really should come up with a fic tag or smth. steel text is usuable for now tho #slight ocs but they are just there for flavor

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 34 - A Wedding With Pizzazz, Part 2

Miko: We’re not supposed to see each other until we walk down the aisle!

Penny: When have I ever cared about tradition? You’re more important to me than some lame superstition. You look absolutely stunning.

Miko: I mean, you do too, of course.

Miko: You’re wearing white. Why?

Penny: I know for a fact you’re not a virgin either, hon.

Miko: No no, I just mean… you hate wearing white.

Penny: Did you expect me to wear a dress made of peacock feathers on our wedding day? … Actually, don’t answer that.

Penny: I know I dress a little wild on the daily, but today is about celebrating us, Mimi. I wanted to match my beautiful wife.

Miko: Oh, sweetie.

Penny: We’re a team. A united front. We both get to shine today, and for the rest of our lives.

Penny: I don’t ever want to hear you doubt how much I love you ever again, do you understand me?

Miko: I-I…

Penny: I have lived a blessed, amazing, fabulous life, and the best damn thing that ever happened in it was meeting you. You’re the most kind, selfless, and positive person I have ever met. You’ve celebrated my highs and picked me up during my lows. You were there for me when all my fake ass Simstagram friends never were. If I kept listing what I see in you we’ll miss the whole damn wedding.

Penny: I love you, Miko. And you know when I love something, I love it to the max. I’m the one who asked you to marry me, y’know. You’re never getting rid of me. Deal with it.

Miko: I love you too, baby.

Miko: Oh Watcher, I feel like a mess

Penny: A beautiful mess.

Miko: I’ll go see if the makeup artist can help me freshen up.

Penny: I'll be right behind you in a second, Mimi.

Ophelia: How much did you hear?

Penny: Enough. Thank you for being there for Miko. She struggles with her self-esteem a lot, and that PlumBright piece didn't help. Despite everything that’s happened, it’s nice to know there are still decent Sims out there. Needless to say, the band will be getting a big tip tonight.

Ophelia: I didn’t come find Miko or say that stuff because I was worried I wouldn't get paid or tipped.

Penny: I know. That’s why you’re getting it.

Penny: Let’s keep in touch. You have my personal number, but I'll send you my business contact info later. I like you, and that’s a rare thing to actually mean in my line of work. I don’t have a ton of music connections but you’ll be the first person I call when someone asks.

Ophelia: That's so sweet, thank you!

Penny: You got dragged because of me, I owe you something.

Ophelia: Hey, friends stick by each other through thick and thin. And like the article said, I'm your talentless friend!

Penny: What more could a tacky, self-obsessed girl ask for?

It's not so lovey-dovey up in the Laurents' office.

Tiff: You can’t blame me for Ty’s work!

Hilary: There’s no way he would have known most of that without you telling him.

Tiff: Anyone could tell that those women are total disasters!

Hilary: Enough! Your disrespect has been tolerated for far too long, but you will not disrespect my clients and their privacy. Penny and Miko no longer feel comfortable having you participate in the wedding, and I don’t feel comfortable having you as an employee. You’re fired.

Tiff: You can’t be serious!

Hilary: You have been given several chances to curb your attitude. You failed every single time. Security will escort you off site.

Tiff: Forget it. I’m out of here. You’ll regret this, Hilary.

Hilary: Goodbye, Tiffany.

As Ophelia walks back inside to ready herself before her performance at the reception, she's unfortunate enough to run into Tiff, who can't even be escorted away by security with any humility.

Tiff: I hope you’re happy. You and your friends may have won the battle, but this war is far from over.

Ophelia: This wasn’t a battle. You’ve been the only one fighting and you fought so hard you gave yourself a black eye!

Tiff: You’ll see! YOU'LL ALL SEE!

Hilary: I apologize for my former employee’s behavior. I hate to ask this of you, but would you be willing to fill in on the violin? Anaya will cover Tiff’s portion, you would just accompany with Alice.

Ophelia: I know the song. I’ve got this.

The violin trio starts the processional song, along with Moses on the piano. It's go-time.

Penny: Last chance to bail.

Miko: And give up having the last name Pizzazz? You're dreaming, sweetie.

Penny: That's my girl.

It's now or never. Let's do this!

You may now kiss the bride!

Penny and Miko Pizzazz walk back up the aisle, feeling more in love than ever before. The hate, the panic, the chaos of the past 24 hours didn't matter.

This feeling is what they'll remember in their elder years.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #moses #miko #penny #tiff #hilary

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months

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Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #23

It’s that time again! The Wednesday Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

everyone can see these scars

Staring at the lights, they look so pretty

You know I'm everything that he's just not

It's been a hell of a year, thank God we made it out

And when it's finished, yeah it only starts over

There was a time I met a girl of a different kind

I touch you there because I know the spot

Boy, make me believe

And I put away those souvenirs,

She's the one, she'll always be there

I still hear the songs reminding me of a friend

When the scent of her lingers

Don't turn your back on me

Ain't made the bed since you last slept in it

You're probably gonna start a fight

I'm not the man they think I am at home

Singing Sinatra loud

Yeah, I learned my lesson, count my blessings

You're doing things that make my flesh burn hot

And I knew that I couldn't take no more

I remember it's the first time that I saw her there

For my darlin', I love you And I always will

I waited for her call, she always kept me waiting

Just come on and dance with me, love

I thought I'd never lose her out of sight

don't owe anyone a fuckin' explanation

You know I love it when our bodies move closer

That's where I had my first heartbreak

And I'll show you all the photographs That I ever got took

I think of her now and then

And on the surface, I held it together but underneath, I sorta came unwound

I remember when you found it hard to give

You just hit me with the truth

So I got good at pleasure Started tying tighter knots

Chasing that luck before I get old

I ain't worth shit without you

I just want to tell you that I've had enough

And I've been keeping secrets

I'm moving on, 'cause those days are gone

And I'll play you old 45s

a little bit insecure, a little unconfident

Black and white picture of her on my wall

I said I'd love you for life, but I just sold our house

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard

So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do

They tell you that the sky might fall, They'll say that you might lose it all

So, I run until I hit that wall

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again, it's me.

i need more sugar daddy with riddler. please.

hello again (you need a sign off so i know who you are if you're a repeat bb, might i suggest love of my life???) YOU MAY HAVE MORE OF COURSE ty for even asking again 💚💚💚 i've gone for female!reader but i can edit this and post again for gn/male reader just lemme know

gotta start titling these so it's easier on my master list but i'm so bad at it jhgdsf

Patience, word count: 1070

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff

He could sense your presence behind him, but he chose to ignore you. If you weren't going to use your words, then you weren't going to be rewarded. Your breathy whines and sighs gnawed at him though, irritating in a way he found strangely enticing, almost erotic. Without turning from his work, back still to you as he sat at his desk, he spoke. Measured and calm, with a hint of amusement.

"It is practised and earned, not found. But it can be easily lost."

You shuffled around on your feet, thinking hard, but completely lost.

“Please can you just come pay attention to me?”

“It is practised. Earned. Not found. But it can and will be easily lost.”

You whined louder, expressing your disappointment at his strong will and ability to ignore even your neediest pleas. He was the strangest person to get along with sometimes. He was so keen to have you around, spoiling you and praising you, but only when he felt like it. His affections were gentle, sweet and respectful, but few and far between. At first, maybe being his sugar baby was fine, a mutually beneficial transaction where he could let off steam and you could get a better pay than Gotham’s minimum wage positions in more reputable businesses. But it was getting a lot more one-sided. You’d lost the balance, completely lovestruck and obsessed with him, and you were very afraid that he knew it.

“Solve the riddle, then we’ll talk.”

“It’s too hard though.”

“Hmm…If I remember right, you were begging for some cash earlier. And you know you have to earn it.”

“Yes, but I was sure I’d be earning it a different way.” You added a sultry tone to the words, beyond hinting at how you planned to get what you were owed.

“Bad to make assumptions then.”

Years of getting your own way had set you up for intense disappointments at the hands of Edward Nygma. And shockingly, being denied attention, physical or otherwise, was kind of a turn on. It only served to drive you further into the madness that was your big, fat crush on the Riddler.

He remained stoic, unfair and ungiving, mind possessed by the papers and files that he so deftly handled at the table. But while outwardly he appeared to be completely steadfast in his resolve to ignore you until you had answered his riddle, the suggestive tones and the borderline sordid noises you are making are serving to remind him long it had been since he had really paid attention to you. In his haste to get back to work, he could be grumpy, easily persuaded to just hand over the goods without so much as a thank you from you. It was bad practice, and that’s how he’d ruined you, turned you into a soiled little brat. But he was intent on rectifying his mistakes. He was the fucking Riddler, you weren’t above his intellect, and there was no way he was having a spoiled baby get the better of him.

“It is practised and earned.”

You began to walk slowly over to him, pacing steadily though you knew he could hear you, sense you, getting closer.

“Not found.”

Standing behind him, you draped your body over his, head in the crook of his neck, arms laying softly on his chest where your hands began smoothing over his vest, gently tugging at the material as you pressed kisses into him.

“But it can be easily lost.”

“Daddy, I don’t know.”

He threw your arms off of him, standing abruptly and gripping your wrists, not having to make too much of an effort to pull you towards him as you were already very willing. Your lips pressed out, dewy and tempting, desperate to make contact with his. But before you reached them, his hand was on your cheeks, holding your face less than a few inches from the gratifying pleasure of his kiss.

“Patience. And I’m beginning to lose mine.”

Dutifully submissive, and very much grateful for him to finally be touching you in any way at all, you followed his guidance as his hands ushered you around and over his work table, brushing the papers and loose stationary out of the way for you, lowering your head down and holding it there as his free hand pulled at your pants. Lowering them hurriedly, he soothed his hand around your waist, following to your hip and around the curve of your ass, rubbing his palm in gentle circles against your cheek before striking it hard, fingers digging into the skin in a forceful grip as he made contact.

“Say it. Say the answer.”

He spanked you again, a forceful grunt drawing up from his throat as the smack echoed out, his palm tingling from the heat. You could feel his breath, heavy against your neck as he leaned in to you.

“Be a good girl, and say it for daddy.”

“Patience. It’s patience. I can be patient, I can wait.”

He brought both hands down on to your hips with another spank, gripping them tight and pulling into his crotch where you felt the unmistakeable bulge of his own arousal against your now swollen and hot entrance, excruciatingly distant though between the layers of fabric separating you. There was no chance to settle into it though, as he had sat back down in his chair and was rifling through drawers under the work table. You turned around and jumped up, sitting on the desk, your legs hanging off and kicking back and forth playfully as you watched him. When he looked up, he met your eyes, big and wide, lashes batting at him with a small smirk on your lips. He returned it, almost sneering at you before allowing his eyes to follow your thighs down to your calves and back up again.

Eddie held out a wad of crumpled bills, but drew back as you reached for them, pointing to his cheek and smiling, softly, as you bent down to kiss him.

“Thank you, daddy!” You chirped cheerfully and hopped down from the desk, offering him a little curtsy as you took your reward from him, very unaware that he had more planned for you later than simple riddles and a quick kiss. You’d earn it the hard way, when he had finished his work. You’d learn to work to his time.

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #batman #riddler imagine #the riddler imagine #fanfic #the riddler fanfic #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nygma #anon #friends being friends #edward nigma #edward nashton #the riddler fanfiction

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rikamae · 7 months

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so uhhhhh i noticed your suika game yearning post & just wanted to say it's now on the usa eshop 👀👀👀

some weird things though: 1: it's still only in japanese, 2: it's listed as "suika game" but when i downloaded it the icon & title were also in japanese & 3: a few hours later the icon & title changed to "watermelon game" which.....is basically the same thing across languages but i just KNOW weeb purists are gonna throw their cookie-cutter tantrums over it 🙃

...oh & the volume's Way Up There™ to the point that i halved my tv volume

I owe you my life omg ty!

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things we don't say

A continuation of the some other life 'verse.

Playlist 🎵 Buy me a cup of tea ☕

Chapter Seven: The Night We Met

"How was your weekend?" Nikolai asks as soon as Inej steps through the door of The Little Palace on Monday morning.

"Oh, you know." She shrugs, tying her apron around her waist. "I planned and successfully pulled off a heist, performed with my ex-boyfriend to a room full of the richest people in Kerch, was maid of honour at a wedding, and threw an upstanding mercher out of my friend's house."

Nikolai stares at her for a few seconds. "Not much, then. Zoya, honey, come and listen to the list of crimes your best barista has committed over the weekend, so I don't gaslight myself into believing his conversation never happened."

Zoya raises an eyebrow. "Please, describe how your life is more interesting than mine."

Inej curses the fact it's Nina's day off, but tells them anyway. She tries to focus on Wylan and Jesper — their wedding was the reason behind the heist, anyway — but she can't miss Zoya's incredulous expression and Nikolai's smirk every time she mentions Kaz.

"You still never told us why you broke up," says Zoya, turning on the coffee machine.

Inej sighs, leaning against the counter. There are never any customers this early in the morning. "It's not for me to say."

"Mysterious," Nikolai says. "Or are you holding out on us because you think there's a chance at rekindling the romance, perhaps?"

She smiles. She's waited for Kaz to call for two months, and a part of her would love for them to go back to what they were. But if he doesn't want to open up to her, she won't hold her breath.

"I certainly hope so," that familiar rock-salt rasp says from behind her.

Inej spins around, glad that her bronze skin disguises her blush. How long has Kaz been standing behind her? Nikolai and Zoya must have seen him walk up to the counter and not warned her, the traitors.

Zoya hands him a black coffee. "Two sugars. Take your break, Inej."

Continue reading under the cut // Continue reading on AO3.

"I feel like I'm being ganged up on," she mutters, but she follows Kaz over to a table hidden in the corner of the cafe.

He takes a sip of his drink instead of jumping straight into whatever he wants to say. It must be hot enough to burn his tongue, but he doesn't flinch.

"Is this about Jesper and Wylan?" she asks. If she doesn't prod him for answers, her break will be over by the time he explains why he's sought her out.

"No, they're fine. From what Matthias said, they're... enthusiastically celebrating their new marriage."

Inej laughs. "Poor Matthias. I bet he's regretting his choice of roommate already."

"I actually..." He trails off, staring into his coffee like it might hold the answers to life. "I wanted to tell you what my nightmare was about."

Inej sits up straighter. "You don't have to. You don't owe me the truth if you don't want to tell it."

His eyes meet hers, and she realises they're the same colour as the coffee. "I know. But I want to be that better man you spoke of, if you'll let me."

She smiles, tilting her head to one side. "I'd like that."

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever memory he is about to dredge up. "There was an accident, when I was a child." He looks like he's fighting every word that leaves his mouth. "My — my brother took me on a cruise. We weren't going far, just from Lij to Ketterdam. But on the way, he got seasick."

Inej's heart sinks.

"He had to stand at the back of the boat so he could vomit into the water. I laughed at him for being so green. And when we were nearly there, when Fifth Harbour was just in sight... he fell in."

She reaches a hand across the table, waiting for Kaz's silent permission before squeezing his gloved fingers.

"I'm not sure what happened. I think he hit his head on the way down. But I leapt in after him, and the boat never noticed two missing boys. I nearly didn't make it to the harbour, but when I got to Ketterdam, Jordie was dead."

"Kaz..." Inej trails off, not sure what words could ease such a loss. "I'm so sorry that you both went through that."

He shakes his head, taking a shaky breath through his mouth. "I've never told anyone before."

She squeezes his hand tighter. "Thank you for trusting me," she says, and she really means it. "How does it feel?"

"Painful. Raw." He places his other hand on top of hers, brushing his thumb over her hand absentmindedly. "But... good."

"Good," Inej echoes.

He lets go to take another sip of his coffee, looking down at it again. "I might need something stronger than this to drink, though."

She grins. "Nikolai owes me an afternoon off. How about we go and get spectacularly drunk?"

He smiles, and it feels like the beginning of a new chapter. "That's the best idea I've heard all week."

*****

The first stop on their quest to get as drunk as possible is the tiny (overpriced) shop on campus, and then back to Inej's flat to drink the cider they bought.

She doesn't bother getting changed, and makes sure she doesn't bring anything important with her that isn't a necessity. Inej isn't much of a drinker, but she's had to pick Jesper up from enough parties to know that drunk people are incapable of keeping track of their belongings.

Once they've finished their drinks and Kaz has beaten her at three rounds of Uno, they walk into the center of Ketterdam with another bottle of cider each. It's only fifteen minutes away, which is a blessing because the buses in this city never show up when they're supposed to.

The weather is pleasant for this time of year, and the fruity taste of the cider reminds Inej of her mother's autumn apple pies.

They have dinner in a pub in town — a burger for Kaz, and a waffle for Inej — and then they make their way to the same shady club that they went to on the night they met.

Inej buys them both two rounds of drinks so she doesn't have to keep getting up to walk to the bar and then sits next to Kaz in the same booth where he broke a creep's hand with his cane the last time they were here. They sip their drinks in peace — gin and tonic for Inej and a vodka lemonade for Kaz — giggling about the quality of dancing and the choice of music. They only leave when a bouncer recognises them and threatens to throw them out.

When the night air hits her, Inej feels like she could fly. She throws her arms out and runs down the hill of a cobbled street in a decidedly wonky line, laughing to herself and grinning up at Kaz.

"Where to now?" she asks once he's caught up.

His eyes light up with the wicked sparkle she's missed so much. "How about we find ourselves a house party?"

There's no shortage of parties in Ketterdam, especially not in the Barrel. Inej has never had much of a reason to stray this far from the university, but Kaz assures her he knows where he's going, so she's happy to follow him to their next destination.

It ends up being one of the narrow houses perched on the canal. For a Monday night, the house is packed, and as soon as Inej walks through the front door, she knows she isn't going to make it to her 9am lecture tomorrow.

They drink unnaturally flavoured punch from a bowl, and then Kaz pours himself a whiskey and Inej grabs a can of gin and tonic and they make their way into the garden.

"I'm sorry," Inej says as soon as they sit down on the unmowed grass. They aren't the only people outside, but she doubts the two women arguing at the bottom of the garden care about their conversation.

"About what?" asks Kaz. He stretches out his bad leg, laying his cane next to him. She can just see the crow's beak peeking through the long grass, and it makes her smile.

"Leaving."

She's replayed that night over and over a million times in her head, wondering what would have happened if she had stayed. The guilt kept her up at night, and now she knows the truth, she only feels worse about pressuring Kaz to tell her about his past.

"Don't apologise for that." Kaz takes a sip of his drink. "You were right to go."

She leans back on her hands, looking up at him.

"It was the push I needed," he admits. "You were right. I needed to tell someone. And losing you is the only thing worse than facing my demons."

"Still," she says.

"If you're insisting on apologising for that, then I'd like to say sorry for telling you to leave in the middle of the night."

She smiles up at the moon. "If you insist."

It's a clear night, and the wind is blowing the cool water from the canal at the bottom of the garden up to them. She shivers and edges closer to Kaz. Without saying a word, he shrugs off his blazer and wraps it tight around her shoulders.

"I missed you," she admits, burying her nose in the collar of his jacket and laying her head on his shoulder.

"I missed you too."

The two women's argument steadily increases in volume. They're both slurring their words, and are only a few steps away from the water, so Inej really hopes they can both swim.

She turns her gaze back up to the stars. She can't tell whether the alcohol is making her confident, or if the words are just long overdue, but she says them anyway.

"Kaz?"

"Mmm?"

"I think I love you."

He doesn't speak for a minute, but she doesn't risk turning to see his reaction in case she breaks the spell.

Eventually, he says, "You think?"

"I know," she quietly corrects.

"Well, in that case," he says, turning to look down at her so their faces are only a few inches away. "I know I love you too."

She closes the distance between them, Kaz's blazer slipping off one of her shoulders as she lifts her arm to wrap it around his neck.

They're rudely interrupted by a loud splash, and they break away to find one of the women flailing about in the canal.

Both of them burst out laughing at the same time, and it takes a while for them to calm down, especially when the woman squelches past them with a glare.

"What time is it?" Inej asks, when she's able to talk again.

"Time to go home," Kaz suggests. "I'll call a cab."

"Wait," she interrupts, a ridiculous revenge plot forming in her mind. "Let's call Jesper instead."

Maybe his last call was the one that got her and Kaz together, but she's still salty about being woken up at 2am.

"I'll call Jesper," Kaz says. She can only describe the grin on his face as evil, and it makes her desperate to kiss him again. "And you can call Wylan."

Laughing, they take turn making the calls. When both Jesper and Wylan have promised that they're on their way, they lie back on the grass, still giggling as they wait for their ride.

*****

Inej wakes up the next morning with her stomach rolling and stars exploding behind her eyes. She sits up slowly, Kaz's limp hand sliding off her and onto the mattress.

She rubs her eyes, trying to remember what happened last night. They went out, but how did they get home? She doesn't remember much after leaving the club, if she's honest.

Luckily, there's an orange square taped to Kaz's forehead. She leans closer to read it, not wanting to wake him up by accidentally shaving his eyebrows off.

Congratulations for sorting out your shit, Jesper's handwriting reads.

Inej smiles. There's still a million things left for both of them to say, but this time, she won't be letting Kaz go so easily.

She kisses him on the forehead, and then slips out of bed silently. Before they can face their future, she needs two things: breakfast, and a glass of water.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #wesper #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #helnik #matthias helvar #nina zenik #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #sabpromptweek2023 #my writing #mmb writes #the things we don't say

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thank u for the new TPG chapter. please have these live react notes I took instead of prepping for a bond hearing to either cherish, disregard, or a secret third thing (??)

- DJ “I’m an Empath” whatever DJ’s Last Name Is

- “I haven’t made a wrong move yet, have I?” Exclaims man who has made nothing but wrong moves, while making yet another wrong move.

- Idk if youve ever worked at a sleep away camp but this is pretty much exactly how being a camp counselor plays out

- “Most importantly, she had an excuse to keep hooking up with Duncan.” Babygirl. Sweetheart. You can just… do that. Without manipulating anyone.

- The only two career paths in life are being an attorney or committing arson. As a law student, I can confirm this.

- CATHOLIC GUILT!! I eat it up like cheerios.

- Gwen “I am NOT an empath” sawyer

- Gwen “How did I not put together that Gwen is a virgin” sawyer

- Thank you for preserving the homophobia jar joke.

- Courtney being low key invested in the “which cats would be the best knights” debate. Why was she listening. Does she have opinions

- Lindsay making a list of Hot Women Who’ve Had At Least One Conversation With My Girlfriend because she has a very secure attachment style

- I’m not sure I like Heather but her capacity for evil is unmatched in the modern era and that’s something to admire. Also how is Courtney stupid enough to trust this woman.

- “I love you. and I’m God. That’s all you need to know.” That’s. That’s kinda sexy. Also. I love that she just says this as “just had a Catholic crisis” Courtney looks on. Super normal interaction all around. I’d watch the shit out of this TV show.

- YES. Y E S. THIS CHALLENGE.

- Wow Courtney didn’t have to do anything to cause problems besides let Duncan make his own decisions I actually think she’s 100% blameless here.

- Gwen is burdened by the power of omniscience and also being 16

- DJ is burdened by the power of empathy and also Gwen’s burdens

- !!!!! Okay now make out???

- No!! Chris shut up I’m waiting for DJ and Gwen to make out!!

- Courtney honest to god. Honest to god. I’ll forgive you as many times as it takes but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.

- Izzy is actually perfect I think I’m in love with her I’m dead serious

- “As if getting a rush from serving up justice was a bad thing.” Duncan. ACAB. Gwen literally just explained this to you.

- Chef being the only Semi Responsible Parent on the island is so important to me.

- Oh. Oh no. Oh. Duncan.

- But also. Who’s vulnerable now, bitch?

- “Lindsay. You have a girlfriend or something. I don’t know.” How do you so perfectly nail Chris’ mannerisms. Im in hysterics over this.

- Why does knowing Heather was manipulating lindsay not make it any less awful??? Ow??

I did the secret third thing ty (saving them in my folder of nice comments for when i need a self esteem boost) (and then yes-anding a few of them)

DJ, an empath, seeing Duncan going behind Gwen's back and betray her trust for like the fourth time in a row: i'm sensing you have some trust problems in your friendship.

Duncan, actively betraying Gwen's trust: why the fuck wouldn't she trust me???

not to judge but how could Gwen not be a virgin she bites anyone's head off who comes within ten feet of her

OH so the cats thing.. i was imagining that Owen and Izzy were talking about warrior cats lol

literally all Courtney has to do is validate Duncan's toxic habits lmao he fucks everything up on his own she just signs off on it

"how do you perfectly nail Chris's mannerisms" well you see i'm a bitch

#beck rambles #ask #sentimentalslut #the popularity game

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KSJ: Non-idol Boyfriend AU [J-Z]

List of all Seokjin fics under 'Non-idol Boyfriend' AU with titles starting with 'J-Z':

* ² - two shots s - contains smut sm - social media format

* Last updated: 03/12/2023

D R A B B L E S

* Keep It Down by minisugakoobies s ft JJK

Kyoho by jeonqkooks Summary: You love your grape boy, and your grape boy... well, he might just love you a little too much.

Lace Bouquets by vankoya Summary: “You don’t need to leave so soon.”

Lazy Day Cuddles by ttttaehyungie s PWP Summary: As payment for waking you up, your boyfriend owes you cuddles. You’re here to collect that payment. Anything that happens beyond that? It’s not your doing.

* “Look both ways.” by seoulnotes

“Louder, I want them to hear you.” by theharrowing s PWP Summary: Where Seokjin wants the entire office to hear how good he makes you feel.

Make It Right by beomcoups s Summary: You feel bored with your relationship with Jin and it makes you wonder if you two will last.

Midnight Snack by taehyung-the-baehyung

Minx by bangtangurlarmy Summary: Jin can get really mad when he’s jealous. But you still push his buttons making him take a step further to get you to apologize.

Morning by dreamyjoons s

Morning Love [AO3] by fantaesize s PWP Summary: Your boyfriend knows how to make your morning on a holiday the best kinda morning.

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” by sonnenfuchs

Open Up for Me by jkeuphoriadreamland s PWP

Oversized by solarune Summary: Your bed may be warm but Jin is warmer.

Paper Clothes by thecozywhaleshark Summary: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” + “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

Pining for You by dulce-pjm Summary: Your Christmas isn’t going exactly as planned, but you can say for sure that nowhere feels more right to celebrate than wrapped up in Jin’s arms. You just hope Jin knows that.

* Pre-interview Hype by taleasnewastime

Promise by hyungieyoongi Summary: Jin teaches reader to snowboard.

Prove Me Wrong by oftenderweapons Summary: Kissing to prove there’s no chemistry, even though it’s a lie, the kiss proving it.

Realistic Drabble by yminie s Summary: Though talented in the bedroom, your sex life with Jin was generally very soft, vanilla. Your imagination has wandered and you want him so be a little more… assertive.

“Ride me.” by honeytae s PWP

* Run Away by 7ndipity Summary: Just a little thing about you and Jin spending a lazy day together.

See You Soon by baojinnie Summary: Next thing you knew, you were asking for a flight, any flight. All because you couldn’t fucking process something he had sleepily mumbled, moments before rolling over and falling asleep.

Seokjin and His Jealousy, Jealousy by 22hounds

Seokjin is pressing his forehead against Y/N’s forehead to check if she has fever. by babeejeon

Shower by taleasnewastime

Silent Night by bangtanstanst college au Summary: It’s one of those nights where you can’t quite concentrate on the school work you really should be doing and, as an experienced student, you’ll manage to find a way to procrastinate.

Such Selfish Prayers [AO3] by kkulfm-2 s established relationship, PWP Summary: Part of a mini series featuring dom!reader with each member.

Silent Treatment by blu-joons

Slithered From Eden by aphrodijin Summary: In which your new lover is probably a fairy or a vampire, you're not sure. All you know is that he's too beautiful to be human, to be even real at all.

Something about tying Jin’s tie for him by honeytae

Sunday by bonvoyagenoona s Summary: Just a lazy day in bed.

Sweet by woodstockbtswriter Summary: Kissing Jin in the kitchen for no reason at all.

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside” by yukheii CEO!Seokjin

The Brightest Sky by bts-sierra Summary: Stargazing + “We could get caught”

The Calm Before the Storm by hvllevator Summary: In which your relationship with Jin is falling to pieces.

The One in a Tent by mccnyoongi s

The one where Jin is jealous by eoieopda Summary: In which Seokjin is a wee bit possessive & Jimin is a lawless flirt.

The one with Kim Seokjin and Kim Seokjin by eoieopda Summary: In which Seokjin has a surprise & you can’t get mad, okay?

The Sweater Curse by yooaliceee

Thinking by joonlaksme Summary: Seokjin is thinking about taking a step in your relationship.

This is Rigged by btsmosphere lion shifter!Seokjin Summary: Just a night in with your friends, courtesy of your boyfriend. Although he may have a slightly different grasp of the rules to you…

Three by dreamyjoons fighter!Seokjin Summary: “Please don’t cry.”

Time’s A Wastin’ by vopegist Summary: Christmas week is supposed to be one of the jolliest times of the year. Not for you, though, no, you are having an awful time. Left alone with a messy kitchen and a boyfriend that refuses to shut up, you bring up the best efforts in making this Christmas a merry one.

Too Cool by taleasnewastime dating au

“Well this has gone terribly wrong.” by chloefran

“While I do enjoy the silent treatment, I wasn’t aware I had done anything to you.” by taeken-my-heart

You Can Take It by 7deadlysinsfics s PWP Summary: Seokjin can’t get enough of you & wakes you up feeling needy, but who are you kidding? You need him just as much.

You get lost in Korea by justimagineok sm

“You look good with my hands around your throat” by taleasnewastime s PWP

“You talk too much.” by wtf-yoongi dating au Summary: Jin just talks too much sometimes and he’s worried he’s annoying you.

You’re in Trouble Now by musicloverxoxo7 s Summary: Jin is on an important call with his brother. You haven’t seen him in a week. Nothing will stop you.

Yours by byeoltoyuki Summary: You hid this relationship for too long.

O N E S H O T S

Let Go by ot7always s wc~4.6k / college au Summary: Your boyfriend spent so much energy taking care of others. Wasn’t it time for someone to take care of him?

Love, Lust, and Life Mushrooms by miscelunaaa s wc~7k Summary: Jin has had a very specific fantasy for a long time, and he’s decided that he wants to make it a reality. Will your relationship be strong enough for the strain this puts on it? Or will the two of you come out of it stronger than ever?

Memories of You by shuadotcom wc~2.4k Summary: Your memories with Seokjin are some of your favorite.

Moanday Morning by jinned s wc~9.3k / producer!Seokjin, PWP Summary: After making you moan the most pornarific moan Seokjin has ever heard, he needs you to make that sound again. For music purposes of course.

Moaning on Stream by here4kpopfics s wc~2.3k Summary: You just want to sleep in a little bit longer, but your boyfriend has decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on stream. However, his frustration sounds a lot similar to something else…

No Diving by softyoongiionly s wc~3.2k / PWP Summary: A Thursday night in the sweltering heat was not your idea of a good time. Your boyfriend however, has a few plans up his sleeve to help you ‘cool off.’

Our First (and Definitely Not Last) El Bimbo by aphrodijin s wc~2.8k Summary: After learning about your lack of appreciation for dancing, Seokjin takes it upon himself to teach you how to dance with your favorite song and a camera.

Pay Attention by luffles424 s wc~2.1k / PWP Summary: You’ve seen the TikTok challenge going around, people walking up to their SOs naked while the other is gaming and seeing what their reaction it. Lucky for you, your boyfriend just happens to be an avid gamer and so you decide to try the challenge out for yourself.

Perpetual Bliss by justasparkwritings wc~2.1k / new relationship Summary: Seokjin and you have been seeing each other for a few weeks, but neither have you have crossed the line from casually dating to lust and desire… will tonight finally be that night?

Play by baebae-goodnight wc~2.4k

Pink by tayegi s wc~4.5k / PWP Summary: “Stop undressing me with your eyes! Use your teeth.”

Redamancy by jeonggukingdom s wc~7.1k Summary: It’s St. Valentine's Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him.

Restoration by knjsnoona s wc~10.1k Summary: Return to your childhood home with your partner, Jin only to discover how much it’s changed.

Secrets by itskimtaehyung s wc~10.1k / fratboy!Seokjin, secret relationship, college au Summary: Sneaking around and keeping secrets is nothing new to you. When Jin asks you to keep your relationship under wraps because he doesn’t want his frat brothers to make a big deal out of it, you have no problem agreeing. But as time goes on you start to think that maybe he isn’t trying to keep a secret from them, but rather keep a secret from you.

Sugar Sweet by ditttiii s wc~2.7k / PWP Summary: Jin loves sweet things. Jin loves you. add it all together, stir the mixture up, and ta-da! There he has his dessert! Enjoy ♡ Or alternatively where Jin basically uses you as his damn plate and loves every second of it!

Sunday by here2bbtstrash s wc~5k / PWP Summary: You got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

Tease by shuadotcom s wc~2.2k / PWP Summary: You’re bored and you want to push Seokjin’s buttons.

The Boss by yminie s wc~12.2k / mafia au Summary: Jin comes back from a mission gone wrong, and while it only seems simple, you find it’s really your past coming back to haunt you.

The IKEA Test by yoon-bug s wc~9.1k Summary: One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

* The Ring by heartbeatan s wc~8.7k Summary: A thematic, seven part series about sex toys.

The Spontaneous Adoption by justimajin wc~8.6k Summary: It’s no secret that you’re not particularly fond of children, always maintaining a distance from the little ones and the title of a parent remaining quite non-existential on your checklist. But when a sudden last minute opportunity presents itself and you’re committed to helping out a dear friend, you can only hope that you and your boyfriend are up for the challenge.

This Love by jinkookspencil s wc~3.9k Summary: Seokjin is with you, a nervous wreck, during a big family event...

Thnks Fr th Mmrs by joopiterjoon s wc~4.7k Summary: While helping your boyfriend pack at his family home, you come across a box of emo-dream-boy memories.

Urban Cowgirl by jinfizz s wc~8.2k / PWP Summary: Jin never needs a reason to spoil you in the bedroom, but this time he’s got special plans to take you on an extra wild ride.

Urgent Matters by aamalaaa s wc~3.6k / PWP Summary: You and your boyfriend come back home from an evening out with friends, the rest is history.

urs by floralseokjin s wc~4.8k / PWP Summary: Seokjin’s been dreaming of this moment for so long…

View by noteguk s wc~2.1k / PWP Summary: In which Seokjin likes to show people what is his.

“We have to be quiet.” by solarwonux wc~2.3k / literary agent!Seokjin Summary: “We have to be quiet.” “You should wear that more often.”

Whipped by kittae s wc~3.2k / PWP Summary: When baking turns into a food fight, and a food fight turns more playful than intended.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

Olive Me (Loves Olive You) by joopiterjoon s Summary: A series of (usually) fluffy drabbles with your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.

Refinery29 by kpopfanfictrash s Summary: Your boyfriend, Seokjin, is an annoyingly loyal reader of the lifestyle website, Refinery29. Too often, you find yourself the recipient of his determined curiosity.

Riptide ² by jimilter s Summary: It takes a foolishly trivial incident to unravel how astonishingly little you and Seokjin actually understand each other. It has you questioning your relationship, and him? Well, he’s questioning his whole life.

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