#I would be happy to share but I didn’t want to add a bunch because I know it’s not for everyone

[ssreeder]

hi sreedyy

do u have any general music recommendations? u already know my music recommendations (im still hyperfixated on sarah kinsley LOL)

can u also link the liab playlist :)

HELLLOOOOO!!!!!!ok so music. first of all: LIAB PLAYLIST (playlist & I are working to update the ITF one so… yeah lol ((if you see this playlist ill DM you back I swear I lub you)))

Other than that here’s some songs I’ve listened to this week (I just went through recently played and looked that way sorry I am not very organized) lol

I listen to a lot of instumental music… and because I am editing thats what I’m primarily listening to right now, but I didn’t list any of those here, so if you want any instrumental songs let me know & ill add them :)

RANDOM SONGS FROM MY RECENTLY PLAYED: (when I say random I mean randoom)

Rise Against: Re-Educatio (Through Labor) ((& Savior)

Burn - Phillipa Soo

Still Frame - Trapt

The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang

Salad - Blondshell

Juke Box Hero - Foreigner

The Wolf - SIAMES

I’m So Sorry - Imagine Dragons

Red Flags - Tom Cardy & Montaigne (I listen to this song as least once a day haha)

Become the Beast - Karliene (I listen to a lot of her music I like fantsy vibes)

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin & Iggy Pop (I like GASOLINE by them too)

Bells in Santa Fe - Halsey (I like her music a lot too)

I know A Place - MUNA

Take a Chance on Me - ABBA (they have great songs too)

Don’t Look Back - Rick & Morty (TRUST ME, its on my Zukka list haha)

Do You Feel It? - Chaos Chaos

Aria - Argy & Omnya

Gonna Love Ya - Avicii

Alone - Marshmello

Gasoline - Halsey

[beomiracles]

hiii! i’ve never requested before but as i’m stalking *tehe* your account- OMG U WRITE SO GOOD BSFR

can i request something like a cosplayer!gf x soobin? yk he’s such a weeb & a nerd, i js know he would love a cosplayer gf (not only ‘cause i do cosplay lmao). Maybe some smut-ish?

TYSMMM, i hope u take the request babes <33

⌞ 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 ⌝

DREAM RECALL Soobin knows that he should feel ashamed, but he can't help it. He wants nothing but to see his girlfriend completely ruined before him.

wc -> 2.8k

pairings soobin x cosplayer!gf warnings perv!soobin, masturbation (m), vaginal fingering, overstimulation (f), dacryphilia, unprotected sex + creampie, teetering on the edge of dub-con at some points, soobin calls reader "bunny", reader wears bunny ears !

#serene adds ✎ hii omg tysm eek that makes me super happy to hear >.< I tried my best, I'm not a cosplayer myself so I might've gotten some things wrong, but I think it's such a cool thing to be able to do ! this might not be exactly what you wanted, I think I got a little carried away, I hope it's still an enjoyable read nonetheless :3

It was really no secret that Soobin liked your cosplays. How he would so often brag about his girlfriend who could transform into just about anyone. Not to mention the several times he watched you get ready with big fascinated eyes as he asked you tons of questions, or went out of his way to buy you the things you needed. So no, it wasn’t exactly a secret that he liked it. Well, maybe a little, maybe he hadn’t told you just how much he really enjoyed it. 

Some of them were fine, the costumes that made him giggle, the ones that were unique and funky. But some made his breath catch in his throat as he shoved a pillow over his lap. The flimsy short dresses, the tight tops, the jewelry that dangled from your neck. Even the fluffy bunny ears you once put on made him rethink his morals. — He doesn’t know how to approach it, if he should say something, or just keep quiet. Would you be disgusted with him or would you be just as turned on? He didn’t know but the thought was slowly eating him away. 

You didn’t exactly make things easier. Always sauntering about in your revealing costumes, making his dick strain uncomfortably in his briefs as he tears his gaze away. He knows that you love what you do, catching you smiling and laughing as you edit your videos, always excited to talk about your next costume. Soobin doesn’t want to ruin something you hold so dearly just because of his perverted mind. Yet he can’t help but replay the scene in his head, over and over until his hand moves down his pants on its own. 

Short fluffy skirt bunched up over your stomach, your tits bouncing in rhythm with each harsh thrust of his as your bottom lip quivers, big bunny ears flopping down the sides of your face as your dainty nails claw at his arms. — Fuck, Soobin knows it’s bad. So why can’t he stop?    

Things get no better when you call out for him that evening, your squeaky voice echoing through the walls of your apartment. He gets up from the couch, dragging his feet over to your shared bedroom, pushing the slightly ajar door open before his eyes almost shot out of their sockets. — “Can you help me zip this up?” You whine as you struggle with the zipper of your short dress. The lacey material was just the kind that immediately got his mind reeling and Soobin fumbled for words before eventually nodding, awkwardly stumbling inside the room. 

His big hands are clumsy on your back as he twists at the locking mechanisms of your garment, his brows deeply furrowed as he tries to get it right. “M-Maybe it’s broken”, you huff, making a small grimace as he tugs at the costume. Soobin only shakes his head, “no it’ll work”, he mutters, intent on seeing you in the skimpy piece of clothing. And at last he does get it, heaving a small sigh he takes a step back as you admire yourself in the mirror. 

“Thank you, babe!” You chirp, rushing to give his cheek a small peck before setting up your phone. “Do you wanna watch?” — Your innocent question sends blood straight to his groin and he has to blink twice before comprehending your words. “I…sure”, he nods, moving to sit by the edge of the bed, securely out of view from your camera. 

You had explained multiple times how you filmed your content, lip syncing to different songs and sometimes having full on dialogues. But Soobin finds himself unable to focus on anything besides how your tits moved as you redid take after take, huffing when you got something wrong as you pulled at the colorful wig on your head. 

His eyes are glued to the way the dress slides up your thighs, frowning as your hand wraps around the fabric to pull it down again. He bites the inside of his cheek, shifting uncomfortably on the plush mattress as he watches you bend forward to mess with the settings on your phone, your soft tits almost spilling out of the tight costume. — He knows that he’s done for if you turn around right now, and he swallows, fingers curling around the blanket beneath him. 

He should leave, actually he should probably have left right away, but his greedy mind just couldn’t say no. It takes everything in him to tear his gaze from you, quickly removing himself from the bed as he heads for the door, though your voice makes him freeze in his tracks. “Where are you going, Binnie?” He can practically hear the pout on your lips and he has to bite back a small groan. “Just the bathroom”, he mumbles, hoping that you won’t catch on to how strained his voice had become. 

Your obliviousness is endearing as you give a small “okay”, and the immense wave of guilt washing over him is almost unbearable. Yet his demanding arousal wins him over and as soon as the bathroom door shuts behind him does his hand slip past the hem of his sweats. — Letting his head fall back against the cool tiles, Soobin exhales as his fingers wrap around his aching cock, groaning as he tugs on it. No matter how hard he tries not to, the image of you in the room down the hall clouds his vision. 

It wasn’t like it was unwarranted, right? You were his girlfriend, so why did he feel so shameful over jacking off to the silly little costumes you wore? But the thought of confronting what he thought to be a bizarre kink, felt almost worse than jerking it off in secret. You’d probably be disgusted with him, Soobin thinks so at least. And that’s the last thing he wants. 

He takes a cold shower after that, trying his hardest to scrub away the shame and the guilt. It never worked. He feels just as hot when he steps out again, almost like he was running a fever, an incurable one. — You ask him about his sudden disappearance at dinner but he merely brushes it off. And you’re so naive, believing every single word passing his lying lips. 

Not even when he’s balls deep inside of you that night, thick cock ramming into your throbbing cunt, can he get the thoughts out of his head. His mind works overtime as it conjures image after image of you all dressed up for him, your makeup smudged by the tears that streamed down your face as he brings you to orgasm after orgasm. — Only snapping out of his haze when your whiny voice pierces the air, “B-Binnie, s’too much!” — “Fuck, sorry Bunny”, the petname slips out without him thinking twice and it isn’t until he catches your small frown that he realizes his mistake. 

“You’ve never called me that before..” You sound hesitant and Soobin stills inside of you. “Ah.. No I suppose I haven’t”, he huffs, clearing his throat rather awkwardly, “if you don’t like it I-” — “No, I do.” He blinks, unmoving as he swallows, did he hear that right? The tiny confirmation sends him spiraling and he reconnects your lips in a kiss, thinking, hoping, that maybe he’d be able to get just a step closer to what his twisted mind desired. 

⸝⸝

Sometimes it was almost like the universe liked to pull pranks on Soobin. Or maybe it was karma? It had to be one of the two, because he nearly drops his phone as you come skipping down the hallway, dressed in nothing but a fluffy skirt and a cute sparkly top. — You immediately begin rambling on about the character you’re portraying as you twirl before him, modeling the look. But Soobin isn’t listening, in fact he’s barely heard a word you’ve said, even as his gaze trains on your glossy lips. You always did your makeup nice, but today you had gone all out, pink cheeks matching the shadow around your eyes, and he could’ve sworn you used something akin to glitter on the tip of your nose. 

“Do you like it?” You wonder, twisting the flimsy skirt between your fingers as you await his response. Soobin’s eyes find yours, wide and curious meeting his lustful and near pleading ones. There’s really only one thing he can say. — “You should put the bunny ears on.” 

You frown, the confusion is evident on your pretty face as your pink lips part. “The bunny ears? But they don’t even have anything to do with this costume, silly!” — “I know.” He shrugs, feigning nonchalance but the way desire swirls behind his gaze surely gives him away. You bite the inside of your cheek, appearing almost conflicted as you rock back and forth on the sole of your feet. “Binnie, don’t you think–” 

“I think”, he interrupts, shifting against the sofa before he continues, “that you should put them on and go lay down on our bed.” — Your jaw slacks as your fingers, previously tangled up in your skirt, drops to your sides, sure you were used to Soobin being commanding but this was something completely new. Then your eyes drift to the bulge in his pants, wondering how it could’ve passed your notice before, and you nod, slowly turning on your heel as you head for the bedroom. 

Soobin lets his head fall back against the couch with a soft groan. Running a hand through his hair, he slowly considers what he was about to go through with. But not before long does he get up to head after you. — The door is ajar, letting him catch a glimpse of the bed before he pushes it open. He finds you perched on the mattress, knees tucked under you as you fiddle with the fluffy ears on your head. When you see him entering you immediately make a move to lie down, visibly gulping as he reaches the bed in three long strides. 

This was far from anything the two of you had done before. You supposed that some might even call your sex life a bit vanilla. While it wasn’t something you had given much thought, Soobin most definitely seemed to have as he looms over you. — You looked so pretty, so perfectly put together, and he wanted nothing more than to see you ruined. 

His large hand is on your cheek, gently caressing the pink hues as he sends you a loving look. “Gorgeous bunny”, he murmurs, pulling your plump bottom lip down, your sticky gloss smearing all over his thumb as he pushes it inside your mouth. He’s pleasantly surprised when you eagerly swirl your tongue around it, coating his finger in your saliva. You keep your eyes on him the whole time, the small eye contact makes his cock practically jump in his pants and he retracts his thumb with a grunt. 

Eagerly he hikes the fluffy skirt up above your stomach. The cotton panties you wore underneath were nothing special, you hadn’t exactly planned for things to take such an intimate turn but Soobin’s breath still catches in his throat as his fingers trace the lining. — “So soft”, he exhales, hand dipping inside the thin garment as his long fingers slide between your folds, making you suck in a sharp breath as your teeth latch onto your painted lip. 

Driven by the fantasies conjured in his far too imaginative mind, it’s almost as if he’s taken on a completely different persona. The uncharacteristic look in his eyes makes you throb against him, his saliva coated thumb skimming over your clit, has you crying out as he quickly pushes a finger inside of your clenching hole. — He wants to ease you into it, take it slow, like he usually did, but there’s something urging him on today. Desperate to see you ruined by his hand, Soobin quickly adds a second finger, not slowing down as he hears you wail, cute nails practically ripping the sheets apart as your thighs twitch. 

His free hand tugs your panties down, leaving them by your knees as he grows impatient, his attention returning to your slick core; watching intently as your arousal trails down the back of his hand. Soobin was a gentle lover, he loved taking his time as he watches your face morph into pleasurable expressions, he loved hearing your small gasps and moans as he slides himself inside of you before gently picking up his pace. But none of that lingers today.  

Neither the shame nor bashfulness exists within him any longer. He can’t bring himself to care when you look so pretty beneath him, whimpering as you orgasm around his fingers, his name falling from your lips like it was second nature. — “N-No s’too much!” You whine as his fingers continue to spread your puffy folds, but Soobin’s too far gone already. “S’okay bunny, I’m gonna make you feel so good”, he murmurs, planting a tender kiss to your forehead and you preen under him. 

Sweat has dribbled down your face, causing your makeup to crease but Soobin only groans at the sight, his large hand feverishly working to free his throbbing cock from the confinement of his pants. — Your quiet cry when his tip meets your clit makes his chest swell as he lets himself become coated in the remnants of your previous high. “Binnie”, the nickname makes him twitch as his gaze flickers up to meet yours. Your bottom lip wobbles, short pants emitting from deep within your throat and your eyes are wide. Fuck you look gorgeous.

Soobin thinks he might come the second he slips past your wet folds, your overstimulated cunt sucking him in like never before and you whimper at the stretch of his thick cock. He starts out slow, like he usually did, though his restraints quickly snap as his pace becomes near unbearable. His eyes focus on the way your tits move with each thrust, their rhythmical bounce as they strain against the sparkly top makes him groan as he increases his force. — He traps one of your floppy bunny ears between his fingers, feeling the soft material against his open palm before he tugs on it, making you whine as your back arches off the mattress. 

��Prettiest little bunny I’ve ever seen”, he grunts, his hips slamming against yours with such force that you let out a small hiccup. Your hands move to his shoulders, pretty nails digging into the flesh there as you meekly nod, jaw slacking as you blink up at him. — His thumb is on your lips again, except this time he’s smearing your pink gloss across your cheek and chin, wanting you to look nothing but ravaged when he’s done with you. 

He can tell that you’re having a hard time keeping up, the tears welling in your eyes a clear indicator. “S-Slow down, Binnie!” You sniffle, your grip on his upper arms becoming near deadly. And any other day he would’ve complied in a heartbeat, scooping you into his arms as he coddled you, but he needs to see you ruined, he can’t stop now. — The first droplet to fall from your eyes makes him let out a strangled noise as his cock twitches deep inside of you. The ones that follow manage to smear your perfect makeup, leaving streaks on your pink tinted cheeks. 

Your quiet sobs are interrupted by breathy moans as his index and middle finger swirls around your throbbing clit. “Hnng, I’m g-gonna.. p-please let me..” Your incoherent pleas only make his mind spin, adding to the sensation of having you completely wrecked before him. His large palm against your tear stained cheek is near trembling as he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “S’okay bunny, I’ve got you.” He presses reassuring pecks to your face, covering you in his love as he feels you clench around him, pulling a sharp hiss between his gritted teeth as you finish around his cock. 

Once the wave of intense pleasure subsides you’re left a whimpering mess as Soobin abuses your spent cunt, using it however he pleases as he thrusts into you without showing any signs of slowing down. — You looked so perfect like this, your once pretty costume completely disheveled all thanks to him. Your mind is nothing but a hazy fog as you gaze up at him, letting him have his way with you because you’re nothing but a dumb bunny, his dumb bunny. 

He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck as his hips stutter, making sure to fill your pretty little cunt with as much of his seed as possible, preserving it by slowly fucking his soft cock into you despite your wails. — “You’re okay”, he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to your sweat covered neck as he slumps against your chest. “So perfect for me”, he sighs as he leans up to catch a glimpse of your face. He finds a small grin playing on your lips, making his heart flutter almost agonizingly as he props himself up to place a kiss to that very smile.

Such a perfectly dumb bunny, he thinks.  

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[your-average-yandere-lover]

𝓡𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷’𝓼

Tw: Cursing, Spooky themes, Teo slander, mentions of pumpkin slaughter and suggestive content under the cut.

Notes: Happy Halloween! I wanted to do more but I've been so busy with midterms, work and personal stuff that I never got around to it! Here is my half assed Redacted headcanon because—I can. Side note if someone can clarify, is redacted they/them exclusive or bother he/him, they/them, my ass is confused. Obsessed either way though, none the less lol…mk—Happy Halloween!!! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

❥ Redacted likes Halloween. Obviously, they would only want to celebrate Halloween if it makes angel happy. However, considering Redacted is a huge horror fan, they would probably pick Halloween over the other holidays.

❥ Redacted enjoys when you feel safe and happy so, when you said you wanted to go to a haunted house, it wasn’t exactly exciting news.

❥ The idea of you being in fear was something they dreaded but…on the other hand…you clinging onto them for dear life was just a tiny…tiny bit tempting—but the cost of scaring you didn’t compete with the temptation of being depended on. Ultimately they agreed to take you, but they had to gather every ounce of strength in them to ensure they didn’t clobber every actor jumping out in front of you.

❥ Unknowingly angel did the staff an act of kindness when convincing Redacted not to take their ‘new’ sledgehammer to ‘cosplay’ as a serial killer whilst out and about.

❥ Redacted has a special cell in hell for the few propionate actors that popped out and made angel scream bloody murder—And don’t think for one minute he doesn’t have a grudge against every single person who works at the haunted house—even though it was your idea to go in the first place. Simply put, he’s not nearly as forgiving as angel.

❥ At some point in the spooky season, Redacted would absolutely take you to your favorite candy shop, if you like sweets, because—who doesn’t love treating their inner child to some candies! They’d make sure that the store would have all the candies you’d both would share as kids. Redacted would also make sure sure to buy a bunch to take home and devour while you turn off the lights and pretend you aren’t home when the trick-or-treaters come by. Yk because that’s what all adults do on Halloween—be fr with me rn. Unless your Teo ig…I have no doubt homeboy is terrorizing children and flirting with women wearing suggestive outfits, on their way to parties.

❥ Around the spooky season, Redacted loves to watch you watching classics like Slasher films or Halloween but, he’ll only put them on if you want to watch them. He enjoys setting out nostalgic snacks from your childhoods and cuddling up in a blanket with you.

❥ Redacted may pull off the goth aesthetic, however Redacted would create a movie night straight outta a Pinterest board if they knew it would make angel happy. They’d honestly do anything to make you smile and enjoy your time together.

❥ When you suggested pumpkin carving, you never expected them to create such detailed monstrosities. Their pumpkin looked professional, they would absolutely win any contest, hands down; ya boy put Dr.Frankenstein to shame. And watching them carve the guts out was another thing, bro would literally butcher the pumpkin like they were creating an audition tape for a slasher film; they were completely unphased by the nasty smell and the pumpkin pulp everywhere.

❥ Being an artist they’d made their pumpkins look really cool—like one was a hockey mask and the other was a cute doodle like portrait of you as an Angel which he loved your sweet reaction to. The only down side was you didn’t really have anywhere to put them but luckily the you and the fellow library staff were told you could bring some by to add a bit of fun to the building around the spooky season.

❥ If you like pumpkin seeds, he’d make them with you after you set out your pumpkins. The more fun activities to do with you the better—even if they watched twenty different videos on baking the seeds the night before and is stressed about making sure everything is perfect.

❥ If you bake your friends anything, Redacted will get hella Jealous. They want to say something but they don’t wanna ruin your fun ideas—well they really just want you to save your fun ideas for them. Besides you look so cute in the apron they bought you. They end up switching your sugar with the salt, and making the desserts into a literal salt licks in hopes you give up and go to them for comfort. And that maybe if you serve your dessert to other people they will fall off the face of the earth.

❥On that note…He would 100% scare the living shit out of Leon, Teo, Jay, Violet, anyone honestly if you weren't around or you thought it was funny.

~~~~~18+ under the line~~~~~~~

❥ You’re gonna dress up?…Hell yeah. Redacted loves this idea. They’d shamelessly sends you all sorts of costumes you can’t wear out. They won’t waste the opportunity to make this holiday into an excuse to seduce angel.

[vhagarlovebot]

JUST A FRIEND TO YOU.

♡. ── gif credit. ; ( aemond targaryen masterlist. )

pairing: modern!aemond x fem!reader

summary: you and aemond are best friends. you are in love with him, aemond is not.

warnings: angst, angst, angst.

note: if there are any mistakes i apologize, english is not my first language! hope you enjoy.

read part two here.

BEST FRIENDS— they would do anything for each other. that’s why you didn’t hesitate to help aemond when you saw him being cornered by one of the cheerleaders at a party. she was all over him, long nails being dragged across his chest while he looked uncomfortable.

it took her a good couple of minutes to understand what you were saying as you held aemond’s hand. it wasn’t until he wrapped his arm around your waist and gave you a quick kiss on your temple, that she finally understood. she looked defeated and didn’t stop looking at you for the whole night.

you were just helping a friend. and you know aemond would have done the same thing for you.

however, what you didn’t expected was for the rumor of you two dating to spread so fast. and it didn’t bother you, really, because aemond was fine with that too, joking around and treating you like his girlfriend in front of everyone. it was completely different at how he acted before and that confuses you. is he pretending? does he feel the same way you feel about him? because if that’s the case, then maybe, just maybe, you can finally tell him how you feel. no more hiding your feelings for your best friend.

but as you’re walking to the coffee shop you and aemond agreed to meet, you find yourself stopping abruptly.

there he is. leaning against a tree while a blonde girl is close, very close, to him —she clearly doesn’t know anything about personal space—. and you recognize the long and pink nails immediately: it’s the same girl from the party. but this time aemond doesn’t look uncomfortable, quite the opposite.

aemond is an attractive man. he knows that and everyone in campus knows that too. he has that kind of smile that makes you weak in the knees the second you see it. add to the mix his pair of big and bright blue eyes and you can find a bunch of girls falling at his feet. so it’s not weird seeing girls around campus smiling and trying to flirt with him at parties. and it is not weird that you, like any other girl, fell for him.

but you were there first. you fell for him long before any of those girls and boys knew the new version of aemond. you fell for him the second he helped you off the ground in the park, after one of the big boys pushed you. he wiped the tears from your face and cleaned your favorite shirt. and then, he shared his juice box with you, sitting by your side until you stopped crying. since that moment you were inseparable.

and you would be lying if you say you didn’t try everything in your power to stop falling for him. you tried to distance yourself from him but one way or another, you always found your way back to him. instead you chose to hide them, to buried them deep inside your chest because you thought it was going to be enough. how wrong you were.

aemond smiles down at the girl, who doesn’t need to try very hard to keep his attention because aemond does not even turn around when one of his classmates calls for him.

you swallow your tears, putting on a brave face, and you just keep walking and walking and walking until you can no longer hear her laugh.

thirty minutes later and two cups of coffee finished, aemond sits in front of you. he’s smiling and his eyes are soft, and you know what’s coming.

“i’m so sorry! i was busy and lost track of time.” he says, reaching for your hand, but you quickly grab your cup.

“it’s okay,” you simply say, shrugging.

“it’s not, ‘m going to make it up to you.” you don’t want to argue, so you just smile and that is enough to relax him. “i have news.”

oh no, please no.

“i have a date.” you try to look surprised and happy for him, but the lump in your throat is making it difficult. “remember the girl from the party last friday? the one you scared away?”

“scared away? i thought i was doing you a favor.”

aemond laughs, shaking his head. “i thought you were drunk and that’s why you did what you did?”

“you looked uncomfortable.” you state but aemond smiles grows wider, and you don’t understand a thing.

“believe me, i was not.” he raises his hand to one of the girl baristas and she smiles at him, nodding. aemond doesn’t even need to say a word to have a cup of coffee in front of him in no time. “y’know how everyone thinks we’re dating?”

you blush, immediately hiding your face behind your hands as you pretend to cough.

“well, i hope you don’t hate me for keeping up with the act.”

with the act.

you’re sure everyone on the coffee shop can hear the exact moment in which your heart breaks.

“but it was actually beneficial.”

“how’s that?” you pretend to busy yourself with your almost empty cup.

“i said i was going to make it up to you, right?” you nod, and aemond leans in, like he wants to share a secret. “i got you a date. this saturday.”

“what?” you frown and suddenly you want to slap that stupid smile out of his face. “what are you talking about?”

aemond sighs, like he’s getting tired of your questions.

“well, this girl,” he starts. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “she just agreed to go out with me if you go out with one of her friends, to make sure we’re not really dating.”

“she didn’t believe you?”

“no, it’s just…” his head hangs low as he tries to avoid making eye contact. “i asked her if she had a friend for you.”

“you did what?” a few heads turn around but you don’t care about making a scene. “i don’t need your pity.”

“it is not that, please.” he says, reaching for your hand and caressing your wrist with his thumb. “you need to get out more, to meet new people. i— i won’t always have time to hang out with you, as much as i love being with you.” you show no emotion and he leans in a little more. “i’m just asking you to go out with him, you don’t need to go on a second date. but i really want things to work with this girl and…” you raise your brows, waiting for him to continue. “i love you, you’re my best friend.”

aemond pouts and your heart skips a beat. he never begs, so you know he’s being honest when he says that he wants things to work out with the girl. he wouldn’t be asking you to do it if that weren’t the case. and that doesn’t make you feel any better. but hey…

best friends— they would do anything for each other, right?

[partially-controlled-chaos]

So I was asked by the wonderful @beardedladyqueen to do a writer ask game! Thank you so much for the ask! This was super fun and enjoyable to do! ❤️ Update: I’ve fixed the blog media sharing because I didn’t realize it was turned off.

❤️ Favorite line:

“Tavriel came upon a clearing in the dark forest. The moon shining overhead and the sound of a nearby waterfall filling the space almost entranced her. She stepped softly into the grass, feeling the first taste of dew chill her toes as she walked. Her pace had slowed as she took in the sights around her. The grass, the trees, the babbling water nearby, and finally, the heavens above.”

Okay technically it’s not one line, but it’s still my favorite. It’s a line from Chapter 1 of Simply Transactional, an Astarion x named Tav two chapter story. It’s the first story I wrote for Baldur’s Gate 3 and the first piece of fan fiction I’ve written in about a decade. This was the first little snippet I wrote and decided to go through will a full story. It’s not super powerful or impactful, but it’s special to me because it’s the single line that brought me back into writing fiction. Also about my first Tav that I’m still emotionally connected to and this poor girl just needs some fresh air and a peaceful night.

���Change one canon event:

I really, really wish there was an interaction between Ketheric Thorm and Isobel. (to be fair I’ve never let Isobel be taken at Last Light so idk if there is an interaction or not, but either way I’ve never seen it.) Ketheric Thorm is one of my favorite villains in recent gaming history because his story is so beautifully tragic (not the mention the whole avatar of Myrkul thing makes me so happy because I love anything remotely spooky) and I would have loved to have seen something between Ketheric and Isobel. His entire reason for turning to Shar and eventually the Absolute/Myrkul/The Chosen is essentially because of her death.

And I’m aware that he knows she’s been resurrected, but he went to such great lengths to bring her back and was ultimately driven to utter despair that a confrontation or something between them would have been nice. And while I understand the reasoning of Isobel not wanting to see her father and not want to give that piece of information away to literally anyone until after his death, I just want more angst.

And just more Ketheric content in general. J.K. Simmons did such a good job with the role and I would have loved so much more content with him.

Bonus event: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, let me give Barcus Wroot a lil platonic forehead kiss and/or a hug after we kill Wulbren Bongle. He needs it.

✍️ Ideal writing setup:

Ideally I’d use a desktop on a desk with a chair. I currently use my laptop or the notes app on my phone when I’m out in the world, and they work but realistically I’d do much better if I could sit up and write. I have to work on stories after I get off work and if I get on the couch or in bed to start writing, I’ll get two sentences in and the next thing I know I’m taking a nap. And of course that just makes writing take longer because I certainly don’t want to write right after a nap.

🚀 Outline or write as you go:

So I used to do outlines way back in the day, but now I don’t. I probably should because my current writing method is a little chaotic at best. 😬 I always know what I want the story to do and where it goes before I start writing, but I don’t write it in order. I tend to write whatever is rotting my brain first, so usually I end up jumping around and doing the story in chunks. A lot of the time I’ll also write out a bunch of the dialogue and then go back in and add the details/fluff/scene setting. I will also put like general ideas in all caps so I don’t forget the order of things. (Caps so I don’t accidentally leave that in and I’ll see it.)

[antigonewinchester]

ooh share something about hesitation or triptych? <3

I will self-indulgently to do both <3

Hesitation but IC is inspired by a Destiel fic called, surprise surprise, Hesitation, written by apokteino, who I think was a fairly prominent fic writer back in the day? She had a series of dark Destiel fics, including Hesitation, the Bone series, the When series, and most infamously With Understanding. I find her work interesting intellectually, in her focus on exploring questions around sexual violence, relationships formed under duress, and the complexities of perpetrators & victims & their dynamics, but it feels like she maps her ideas onto SPN rather than centering canon characterizations or dynamics (at least in my read of the show/characters).

So, I decided to try my hand at a fic with the same premise but more in line with canon, particularly taking into account Cas's control/power over Dean in S4 (and which I don't feel is negated just because of Cas's sexual inexperience, altho it does add some complexity) and Dean's full experience in Hell. Part 1 is from Dean’s POV and Part 2, which I’m currently working on, is from Cas’s:

“You told me Dean wanted to have sex with me. He did, and then he didn’t.” Zachariah and he are sitting at a bar in New York, the city. It’s night, but he can’t see any stars, only the glowing of offices and apartments and advertisements against the sky. One large, flashing sign reads: Open Happiness. The moon is a cut of pure white. The humans around them talk and whisper, blissfully ignorant of the angels and the war they’re fighting to protect them. Their breath forms clouds that rise to disappear into the dark. All are dressed in what he believes are fancy clothes, long flowing red fabrics and unwrinkled suits of black, but he’s no longer sure how much he knows about humanity. Zachariah shrugs. “Humans say they want one thing, then do another, and Dean Winchester is no exception. This is why they need Heaven’s hand, Castiel.” The woman sitting to his left laughs. The man she’s talking with has taken her palm and put it up against his. Her fingernails had been carefully painted in stripes of white and black.

Triptych is sort of the opposite end of the spectrum, in that it’s my attempt at a Dean/Jack fic after looking on AO3 and finding... 2 decent fics of the whole bunch.

I started out as just wanting to do Dean/Jack during S14, but its slowly turned into Dean/Jack in the aftermath of Dean/John, probably in part 'cause I started writing it in the midst of Utena rewatch, which all about memories & cycles & incest & eternity (and then when I got to the part of S14 where Dean suggested locking himself in a coffin for eternity to save the world...) I was also struck by a post of someone discussing a common Utena interpretation that one character didn't actually want to sleep with her brother, but the poster asked if she did, would that desire negate any harm? Does wanting something "bad" mean you can't be hurt by it? If a relationship was both meaningful & hurts you, how do those elements go together?

Got a bit stalled out on this one because Holy Shit the emotional complexities here, and I want to handle it respectfully? Not be gauche? My plan is to have it all lead up to 14x20 and Thee Dean Jack Moment, re-contextualizing it within the scope of my fic, but I'm still figuring out what it all... adds up to, I suppose. (Also that I'm bad at writing character being mean, and Dean has to be mean in this fic, at least for parts of it!)

Heaven turned out to be the world’s best movie night: his favorite memories playing over and over and over again. The road trip where Sam introduced him to Harry Potter and Dean taught him how to read a paper map. He could rewind and play through his favorite five minutes as many times as he wanted. He could make everything faster or slower, which was funny for a little while, but he stopped after it got weird, like when he repeated a word too much and suddenly something would change and it wouldn’t be a real word anymore, just meaningless sounds. He could change from memory to memory in an instant, if he really wanted, but mostly he liked to let them play out before he moved onto another. And once he got to end, it was back to the beginning: a conversation trailed off or a lesson finished and then he was back at the start, to Cas’s reassuring smile, telling him about mistakes and guilt and forgiveness, or Sam’s bright concern, telling him how to take a punch, or Dean’s warm hand on his back, telling him where north was. The one thing he couldn’t do was imagine anything new. He tried, at first, in the memory of that day with Dean, how their conversation at the river could have gone—Dean’s voice low as he’d whispered, “Come here,” and then—and then—but it never worked. Guiltily he’d moved onto other memories, and at least they were too the same: if he'd ordered a hot dog, all he could eat is a hot dog; if Sam and Dean had driven past the apple orchard on a hunt, there was no turning down the short dirt road to pick fruit instead.

[ruminate88]

the entertainer in me:

I taught myself how to play the piano when I was five years old. I wrote my first piano piece when I was nine years old titled, “far away place”. I got to play that piece in the fifth grade at school. Some teachers were impressed because they had labeled me with a “learning disability”. I guess they didn’t believe I could really do anything smart like that…

in middle school, I performed in both the sixth grade and seventh grade talent shows, but I wasn’t very popular because I played songs that I had written on the piano. They were tunes from my heart . Kids made comments to me like, “what, are you mozarts sister?” 🤨 I mean, Mozart, pretty famous but what are you trying to say?? lol They asked me why I “sway” when I play the piano…. I mean, cuz I got feeling and passion!! What do you all got??

Most of the girls who got attention in the sixth and seventh grade were cheerleaders and that’s who the guys looked at and gawked at. 😝 I didn’t think any guy would ever look at me because I was an “entertainer” aka an artistic weirdo!! I just felt misunderstood. I wrote songs alone in my room almost every day of my life. It’s all I wanted to do. It was the only place I felt comfortable or like I could fit in. I never got along with popular kids in school. I was always on the outside watching guys point at the cheerleaders and say how hot they were. I just shrugged my shoulders cuz I didn’t even like sports 😝 lol I just wanted to make music 🎶

I felt stupid in school but felt intelligent when I’m alone on my piano, pouring my soul out into every song I make. I had no confidence otherwise. I couldn’t even look people in the eyes. I just focused on the piano. I was only happy when I’m playing music in a crowd. That’s the only time I feel “authentically me” is when I’m performing….

I’ve had A LOT of criticism on my music and the piano but I’ve also been noticed by many celebrities. (Not that it changed anything for me, I still was and am now a no name with no confidence) I’ve never gave up on making music!! I’ve been in multiple bands and played many many weddings. Written songs for brides to walk down the aisle. I’ve been a “people person” but ONLY when I’m performing. Otherwise, I’m shy & uncomfortable. I don’t trust people anymore since I’ve been emotionally abused 😭😭😭

I LIVE to be in front of a crowed. That’s when I’m most alive. My husband has “social anxiety” & he’s TERRIFIED of a crowed 🥺😳 He says he’s nervous to watch me get up in front of people…. Ahhhh noooo…. He’s a musician too but he gets stage fright and he’s not good with a bunch of people. He’s so opposite of me. lol it’s frustrating cuz I wanna share the lime light with my man. I just want to celebrate music, my passion, with him!!! 😌

Maybe one day my man will overcome his stage fright & join me. If not, oh well. Guess I’ll have to perform alone. 🥺🙏🏻 I would not travel the world to tour, that’s too exhausting haha I don’t like to leave my couch, much less cross the bridge into the next state LOL but I still write music to this day. I pour my heart & soul into music & no matter if I’m still misunderstood or not, music will ALWAYS be my passion & my world. I don’t idolize celebrities like I did when I was a teenager but I have my favorite bands and Djs 🎶😍

I often add songs when I’m making a post becuase music connects my feelings to my words ❤️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Here’s one of my favorite songs I recorded:

[boogerboii]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Black fem reader

✩ Alreck is one of the oldest vampires of his kind and one of the strongest.

✩ There is only one more vampire of his kind and that is his sister Amarande.

✩ Alreck and his sister were turned by a crazed king and queen who took a bunch of children from a small village and performed witchcraft on them to make a strong army only 10 children survived including him and his sister.

✩ Later on after learning how to use their new found power they killed the king and queen and ruled in chaos.

✩ The vampires nowadays have gone through vestigiality. They have lost their strength and speed. They are not as strong as the vampires before in any way.

✩ Alreck has now calmed down since his reign of terror on the world long ago.

✩ He finds human life precious now because his sister always reminds him how they used to be human before it was taken away from them.

✩ He is now quiet and observant. When he talks it’s calculated.

✩ When he first saw you he was calculated on what to say. He had watched you for a week wondering what to say to you but he saw that you noticed him so he said nothing.

✩ You were an observant person too so you saw him at the coffee shop a couple times staring at you.

✩ You were the one to talk to him. He was not surprised just as he was admiring you he heard you turn to your coworker and say that he was a creep.

✩ You walked up to him and asked what his problem was. He replied “I’ve never seen a woman so perfect in all my years. Sorry if I came off as strange.” He tilted his head at you. He seemed genuine.

✩ He then asked you for your time. Which you accepted but at the end of your shift.

✩ Then that was the start of your relationship with Alreck.

✩ Being in a relationship with Alreck is a lot

✩ He thinks a lot but doesn’t say much unless you ask and pick his mind. He’s not used to sharing his feelings to other people besides his sister.

✩ He’s used to being in charge and doing things his own way. So when you're added to the picture he can easily add you to his schedule but he takes control. For example after you two called it official he gave you the option to stop working. You can just say he’s old school.

✩ He loves your hair especially your natural hair. He honestly loves any hairstyle on you and he will buy you all the hair supplies and lace fronts in all colors if you like. He just wants you to be happy.

✩ He loves to buy you little presents for the smallest achievements. Like if you had a knack for crystals he would buy you some to add to your collection.

✩ He is a very clean man. In his early years of being a vampire he didn’t care for many things and thinking back on it, it's embarrassing for him. Not that he was dirty but it didn’t concern him at the time. Now he’s a very groomed man. He smells good and always looks good. There is never really a time you see him in casual clothing but when you do he looks hot in it.

✩ He loves to read when he was a kid his mother would read books to him. Reading is one of the things that brings him comfort when being a vampire. So if you love to read he would ask you to come read to him as he lays his head on your lap.

✩ He loves to spoil his significant other whatever you want it’s yours no matter what it is.

✩Amarande his sister comes around frequently. She scared you at first but now she is the funniest person ever. Her relationship with her brother is so sweet.

✩Alreck is the calm quiet sibling and Amarande is the intimidating sibling but together they look scary.

✩Alreck owns many companies and land. He’s very rich like Jeff Bezos.

✩ He loves to collect cars and before cars became a thing he owned a bunch of horses and owned a ranch.

✩He loves to do things for you even if it’s the most simplest things around the house. He will do anything for you.

✩This man had the body of a god. He has what people call a sleeper build. He’s very tall and brooding. He doesn’t really workout like his sister.

✩The first few year of being a vampire you continue to grow regularly then after that you’re body will stay the same. So his body is the same as it was in early years.

✩He has a black Victorian style house. The interior is a very cozy dark look with a bunch of dim lights. It smells like a very clean cologne.

*This is my first oc if you guys have any recommendations or smut request lmk. Ask me questions about Alreck and help me bring his character more to life. I’ll be doing Amarande next.*

[sage-sips]

Happy Festivus to all who celebrate! Welcome to what I'm calling Blurry Time '23. Elfcon is over, the preparations are done. It's all cookies and coffee from here.

I'm a fan of Outlined, the web comic by Chaz Hutton. My favorite comic is the drawing of a December calendar page where the second half is basically a bunch of wiggly lines.

That perfectly captures the feel of the season. Even for those of us working a normal day job schedule, there is a sense of shared down time and camaraderie among those out and about actually doing the things  for that week between Christmas eve and New Years day.

It's truly liminal space and time. It is magical time. It is time disconnected from time - or something like that.

2023 as a whole felt very liminal and transitional. It was a blurry-ish year moving from the extended pandemic dumpster fire years 2020-22 (2016-22 if you live in the U.S.) We'll get back to how 2024 is looking when we do the annual just-for-fun (and wishful thinking) year-ahead Tarot reading next weekend (-ish)

In the meantime, I want to use blurry time to bridge years.

2023 was the first full year of Sage Words Tarot. I want to circle back around and use the blurry time re-introduce it all for the bright, shiny new year on the way.

I don't know why - probably no reason at all - but it always seems to start with musing about names.

Hi! I'm Sage.

I'm also a Tarot reader and author of Sage Sips blog.

I've been reading Tarot and oracle cards since around 1992 which adds up to 30 years of experience with Tarot and intuition development (!)

I didn't originally start out to be a Tarot reader (who does?) At first, I did readings for myself and friends (why PAY for it when you can DIY it?) After close friend suggested I go online with my readings (eternal gratitude!) I offered psychic Tarot readings through Keen, Advice Trader and AllExperts under my old internet handle, Baihu. After doing hundreds of online readings (I stopped counting after 400) I opened my own Tarot practice in 2003 which grew to include ModernOracleTarot.com, the Tarotbytes blog and the now-defunct Quirk & Flotsam shop on Etsy.

It was all good, but had become a hodge-podge of names and logos over the years. Then along came the Covid pandemic and changed things even more. After a short interim as TaoCraft Tarot (2018-2023) I've been working as SageWordsTarot.com and writing Sage Sips blog ever since.

TaoCraft lingers in layout names. TaoCraft was drawn from my love of Taoist philosophy. My Tarot work will always be guided by the principles of simplicity, authenticity, and kindness. It was also drawn from my affinity for solitary eclectic witchcraft. The TaoCraft name means a lot to me, but not so much to anyone else who sees it and that's a problem because these Tarot readings aren't about me - they are for YOU and about YOU.

Sage is a pen name, which helps to protect our privacy. Christian nationalism and religious bigotry is a very real thing here in America.  I will do all I can to make this a safe space for everyone, especially for the lgbtquia+ community and those of us who are not Christian.

The herb sage has a comforting, familiar scent and flavor that most of us know from home cooking and holiday turkeys.

In aromatherapy, sage incense and essential oil can clear negative energy, calm anxiety and promote a feeling of general well being.

The word sage also means something or someone who is wise. The word sage describes the wise advice Tarot gives.

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[fizzingwizard]

Solo-ing this book ask game this time~ wish I had more variety to offer but anyway it was fun. Skipped a bunch that I don't have time for/have poor answers to.

describe a book you’ve read in the last twelve months in freeform poetry

Silverchest by Carl Phillips. Very haunting and emotive poetry.

what was the first book you read from your favourite author (and what made you come back for more)?

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. I didn't know anything about it the first time I read it, so the twist took me completely by surprise. I'm always so sad for new readers who probably already know about it thanks to the movies. It's not that the twist is so unique, but the build-up leading into it lets it really land the punch, and adds an extra layer of tragedy to the finale.

But it wasn't the twist that made me an Ishiguro fan. It's the depth of emotion and his view of humanity through such an honest lens. Of course I love Remains of the Day as well, and When We Were Orphans. I expected a similar twist with Klara in the Sun, but although there kind of is one, it's so much less dramatic - but there's something about that which works for the narrative just as well. I own The Buried Giant but it's still only part-read back at my mom's house.

share a cover that made you pick up a specific book (and how that turned out for you)

I no longer remember which cover it was! But it was The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I read it when I was 16 at a Halloween party when I felt partied out. It was on a book shelf at my friend's house. I think I was intrigued by both the title and the cover. Liked it a lot.

which non-fiction book had you glued to your seat and fascinated with each new chapter?

That's a toss up between Wild Swans by Jung Chang and The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. (I assume memoirs count.) The latter is such an intriguing depiction of a family dynamic and love and toxicity. The former is a thick book of mostly exposition that follows the writers' ancestors during the transition from Imperial China to communism. We were assigned only a small chunk of it in a high school class, but it was so fascinating that I read the whole thing.

name a book series you didn’t finish (and why)

I've picked up a lot of books that start a series and didn't make it past the first chapter, so I can't really count them. There is one book which comes to mind, but I can't recall the name of it anymore. It was a fantasy series that I read when I was 18 or so. It might be YA but either way I think I was too old for it, because I remember that after finishing the whole book I thought it was so insipid and cliche. Dunno if I'd still feel that way about it now, but I can't remember what its even called, so. Definitely didn't continue on to the sequels.

do you remember the first book you read by yourself?

no lol way too young. it was probably a babysitter's club or something.

which book can you turn to whenever things get worse?

Well I know this is probably a cop-out coming from me, but I really do feel calmer when I reread a Moomin book. They're so full of peace without sacrificing an ounce of sensitivity, and because they're children's books that even adults can love, I can read them quickly when I need to feel settled down. I really want to recommend them to friends and family, but I know it's also such a personal reaction that I just can't expect them to feel the same. I don't think my dad, especially, would be able to look past the funny characters with the silly names.

share the last book that made you experience an outburst of emotion — be that happiness, fear, shock, sadness, anger...

I'm going to go with The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. It's certainly not the "last" book I read, because other than Silverchest, Moomins, Klara in the Sun, Middlemarch, and a couple Jane Austen novels, I haven't been reading much recently. And I can't keep picking those ones over and over. XP But The God of Small Things is my long-time favorite for the way it shocks you, and rips you apart, yet remains so tender. recommend three (non-english) books you read in translation Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez if a stranger on the train wanted to make you fall in love with them instantly — which book would they have to read? Never Let Me Go, maybe, but I think I'd want them to like the poetry of Mary Oliver or Walt Whitman better, if we're talking bout love. share a quote that made you read a certain book (and how that turned out) as it happens, this quote from Silverchest: "At last, he's asleep. I can look at him the way I'm meant to." And it turned out very good. I'm glad I read these poems. Sometimes the sexuality made me uncomfortable, because I just don't read that sort of thing often. But what I love is that the poetry surrounded that very blunt sexuality is as beautiful and evocative as you could ask it to be, which elevates the eroticism and puts puritanical discomfort to shame. did you ever read a book because a show/film was coming out based on it? Bonus: did you watch the show/film and how did it hold up? Technically that's why I read Lord of the Rings, the first movie had just come out and I had been putting off my two friends who were trying to convince me to read the books. We were thirteen, and my best friend gave me a copy of FotR with the movie poster as the cover, and wrote a note inside that said "May this book open your eyes to the wonderful world of Tolkien!" Well, it did. Initially I had trouble getting through Tom Bombadil, but once I did I barreled through all three books before the Two Towers film came out. Much more recently, Good Omens, which I had never read before hearing of the TV show. I love both the LotR movies and the Good Omens TV show, which is interesting since adaptations can be very hit or miss for me. But it's a combo of the care that went into making them as well as just having excellent material in the originals. share a book that helped you evolve into the person you are now Definitely His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman. I read those books in junior high and they were life-changing. I always loved scrappy girls like Pippi Longstocking and Anne of Green Gables. Matilda made me uncomfortable because she was so angry and vengeful but at the same time I loved her for it! But Lyra was the one who stayed with me the most, probably because the message of "lying is good"! Not really, but I mean, there is this whole undercurrent of rebelling against authority and trusting one's feelings which becomes loud and powerful in the final book. Lyra was so subversive for me and still one of my favorite characters ever. what kind of atmosphere/topic/theme are you currently most interested in? Lately what I want to read the most is books that are both realistic and loving. I don't want the love to be sacrificed for gritty realism, but I don't want realism sacrificed for cloying fluff. I'm looking for the kind of balance I want to see emulated more often in people's interactions with each other IRL. Instead of assuming "my neighbor is a monster," finding the human there. I think this is present a lot in Jane Austen novels.

[iphigeniainaulis]

@the12thnightproject, this is so impressive! Especially the part about figure skating. It takes a lot of courage and dedication to learn something like this being an adult with family, job and any other ‘grown-up’ staff to do. Also axel is one of the most difficult jumps for skaters, they say, so you ARE good 😱

Were you named after anyone?

Initially, my parents wanted to name me after my aunt. Then they thought about my grandaunt. And about many other relatives. Then they switched to singers, actresses, and dancers. Came to no conclusion and gave me the name I have now. Funny enough, I share my name with a flower, and all variants my parents had in mind, including first ones, were flower names as well. We're a flower family 🌺

When was the last time you cried?

I don’t remember. Let’s say it was when I finished Stone’s ‘Lust for Life’.

Do you have kids?

No.

Do you use sarcasm?

Shall I?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Nothing specific, I would say. The memories I take care of, they are a bunch of smells, colors, decorations and voices. I may not remember what you told me when we first met, but I do know what atmosphere surrounded you. Maybe, it was light and cozy, I never wanted us to be apart. And maybe it was a summer rain, quick and dark, we didn’t even have a chance to speak. 

What’s your eye colour?

Green, gray and blue with occasional drops of gold when it’s sunny.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Both!

Where were you born?

Somewhere between Europe and Asia. 

What are your hobbies?

This question is the equivalent of ‘Tell me about yourself’. You think you are ready to answer but no…never 😄

My hobbies are simple. I like to imagine that I’m a hero of my own tale while listening to sad music. I’m keen on reading, because a good book is like a cinema that plays in your head 24/7. I try to learn new languages. And I scroll through tumblr a lot to find aesthetically pleasing pictures to reblog. My tumblr page for me is a plant I cherish and pester. Others may think its small and insignificant, but I find great joy in coming here and interacting with you all (when my social battery is not at a critically low level).

Have any pets?

My cat was more than a friend, more than a family member. She was smart, proud and fiercely loyal. Little Nana, my best friend. When she died, we found her relatives and took a kitty that resembled Nana the most. Now she is my beautiful princess-pumpkin-pie-love-cutie-bestie. 

What sports do/have you played?

Swimming, martial arts, ballet, badminton. My classmates bullied me for being overweight, yet I was probably one of a few children who participated in most extracurricular activities. 

How tall are you?

Average. But I always add additional 5 cm when going for a medical check-up because of scoliosis 😏

Favorite subject at school?

Native language, English, Literature and World Art History. 

Dream Job?

Art curator by day, writer by night. And a good person for life. 

15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

@msviolacea tagged me here (read the questions and answers, but it's a longer post, so am copying the questions).

Were you named after anyone?

Actually, I was named "in honor of" my great-grandmother, whose name turned out to be double alliterative with my surname, so my parents then chose a different first name. My middle name was in honor of my other great-grandmother (and again they modernized the name, although in that case, I wish they hadn't, because "Lena" would have been a much more interesting middle name than "Lynn" which is what they ended up with.

When was the last time you cried?

Within the last week.... family tsuris.

Do you have kids?

Nope.

Do you use sarcasm?

it is my factory default setting.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I have a terrible memory for faces, seriously awful, and I almost need to meet people three times before I can call their image to mind and match a name to it. Therefore, what I always do is try to find a unique feature that will help me remember them. So, it varies.

What’s your eye colour?

Brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. Not a fan of scary.

Any special talents?

Writing, I guess. If you go with less than usual talents, I have a really good auditory memory (better than my reading memory), and am pretty good at identifying people by their voices (probably a compensation for the terrible face memory), songs by the first few notes, dialogue from movies.

Where were you born?

Somewhere in the continental U.S. is as much as I am prepared to reveal.

What are your hobbies?

Reading, photography, walking, writing, video games, movies, ice skating (though... it's been a while).

Have any pets?

Two cats and they hate each other.

What sports do/have you played?

My parents, being of the opinion that their kids should always be busy and have hobbies, signed me up for every recreational sport available in my town - that included softball, floor hockey, horseback riding, swimming, golf, and tennis. I was terrible at ALL of them. As an adult, I learned how to figure skate, and was oddly not terrible at it (granted, I wasn't good either, but I did pass up through ISI 4 freestyle, and could land all the single jumps except the axel).

How tall are you?

On the shorter end of average.

Favorite subject at school?

English and journalism ... I liked history a lot, but all of the history teachers were just the sports coaches marking time until practice after school, so my history education tended to be self-motivated.

Dream Job?

Working screenwriter or television writer.

Now for the 15 tags .... only if you want to, no pressure:

@mllorei @bestbryn @selenacosmic @lyds323 @fighting-and-drawing @tele86 @ikeromantic @arrthurpendragon @venulus @violettduchess @katriniac @iphigeniainaulis @scorchieart @queengiuliettafirstlady

[wroteclassicaly]

Warnings: Language, NSFW, piss kink, watersports, dom!Eddie, sub!Reader, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, and MORE!

Summary: You and Eddie try out a kink that you just can’t deny.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

A/N: Listen, I already know I’m going to hell, so why not add to it? This is something I’ve been hesitant about, because I know a lot of people don’t like it and will be very judgmental. But I ask that if you don’t like it—KEEP SCROLLING! Eddie with this kink is one of my favorite tropes and I’ve been wanting to write a fic like this for some time. Gotta thank @corrodedhawkins for encouraging me to share this (join me in hell, yeah?), and for listening to my ramblings on the subject.

PLEASE, PLEASE don’t send me nasty anons! I get it if this isn’t your thing, but no one needs to be kink shamed, yeah? Anyways, for those who will read, I hope you enjoy! <3

Side note: I didn’t tag anyone that I didn’t know if they would be reading this or not. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to tag anyone that doesn’t like this kinda content. :(

~*~

You’re splayed out on Eddie’s bed on Saturday night, his next day show looming like the promised hangovers of those who will be his drunken crowd at The Hideout, focusing heavily on making sure those nails have a perfect shining secondary coat. Once finished, you blow on the midnight colored polish, smiling up at your boyfriend as he chews a Marlboro filter between milky white teeth.

“All done, baby?” His questions, a smirk on his features that you love so much.

You nod rather proudly, leaning down to peck his wrist bone with a chaste kiss, sliding back into a cross legged position, confirming. “Good to go, love.��

He admires your handiwork, flexing his fingers, twisting his hands back and forth. “Looks bitchin’.”

You reach back to pick up his vest that you’d been working at prior, helping put your home economics sowing skills to good use, threading on some new patches Eddie had bought for the denim. He winces a little, gripping his crotch and causing your eyes to dart in concern. “You good, Eds?”

“Yeah, just gotta hit the can real quick, babe. You’re doin’ great, by the way. Couldn’t do all this shit without you.” He’s comically hopping around to show his eagerness to find that small bathroom in the trailer’s hallway, making you snort, then he quickly leans in to peck your forehead. Your eyes close in sheer happiness, those butterflies clawing at your insides.

He leaves and you continue your task. That is, until he’s calling for you moments later. “Uh, babe?”

Lifting your head towards the direction he’s calling from, you place the vest off to the side. “Yeah, Eds? Everything okay?”

“Would you… can you give me a hand, please?”

You’re a little concerned, hoping he didn’t trip over his own two feet (as he is prone to do), but he sounds exasperated and winded, so you’re following his voice and heading into the cove of the tiny bathroom, bare feet cool against the peeling linoleum that decorates its floor. “Eddie?”

He’s got his belt halfway undone, shirt bunched above his navel, making your brow raise. “What’s wrong?”

“This’ll teach my dumb ass not to drink so much beer before you come over. I didn’t think.” He wiggles his ringed hands, as if to show you something, his nails still wet and sticky. And it clicks in an instant as to what he’s implying, or rather, requesting.

“Wait, you want me to—“

“Help me piss? Yeah, I know. I’m a grade A asshole for asking.” His cute chocolate eyes do that wide eyed thing and you can’t resist him or his banter.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and step forward, jerking the belt apart and helping him with the button and fly, that zipper a resounding echo in the confined space.

Eddie has to force himself to be a gentleman when your hand slides into his boxers and tugs his soft cock out, cutely looking at him for instruction.

“You just, kinda… aim it?” Eddie directs, making you both laugh at how incredulous it is, and that relaxes you.

His palm lays flat over top your hand that is curled around him, an immediate groan toppling off his lips once you’ve got him where he needs to be as he lets go, his other hand propped on the opposite wall. It’s an everyday thing, but it’s loud. And you’re staring. Confused and ashamed, you force yourself to look away when Eddie brushes your knuckles with his fingertips—a simple intimate action he’s done countless times before. Once he’s finished, you make quick work of helping him tuck himself back in and try to work through no eye contact as you thread his belt together, leaving him alone.

What you didn’t know, is that Eddie saw your wondrous stares and your brief thigh clenching, the words, “Fuck, you’re into this?” Dying on his lips.

~*~

Around midnight, you and Eddie had laid down in a serene calmness that one of Summer’s last remaining storms can bring. And he can’t stop thinking about that glazed look in your dilating pupils, the way you tried to completely ignore helping him in the way that you did. And he’s upset that you are embarrassed, especially with how much his cock has been twitching in his boxers at the entirety of this newfound kink. You’ve been in a committed relationship for years, so why this? You’re still awake—albeit—silent, your neck tucked into the curvature of his jugular, fingers playing with his pick chain.

He pokes your nose with a manicured nail, causing you to peer up, still wide awake. You’ve been frustrated all night, something else that he’s noticing, unbeknownst to you. Eddie isn’t sure how to broach the subject matter, so he goes right in for it, no sugar coating shit. “I love it that you’re so fucking filthy.”

You’re absolutely horrified, tears burning your lash line to the brim. He knows. You let go and automatically turn over, hands wrapping around yourself and tucking beneath your breasts.

His heart constricts painfully, his arm elongated to reach for your waist. “Hey, hey. Baby, c’mon.”

“Eddie, just stop. Forget it, please.”

He can hear the desperation in your voice and it has him scooting impossibly closer, his arm tossing completely over your waist and pulling you back against him, his mouth finding that particular spot on your neck, a hot whisper coming off his mouth. “What if I liked that you liked it?”

“I’m a fucking freak.” You whimper.

Eddie chuckles, a throaty and soft rasp. “Listen, baby. I can assure that, out of the two of us, I’m the only real freak here.” Eddie’s hand splays across your abdomen, drifting, pressing. You squirm and your hips gravitate towards his backside.

He’s getting hard… Fuck.

“But Eddie, what normal girl gets off on seeing her boyfriend piss? Like… I’m fucking disgusting.”

“So you do get off by it, baby?

“I…” You heartbeat pulsates rapidly beneath your breast, feeling as if you’d skipped a step. “That’s not, no I don’t.”

Eddie is amused, not buying it. “You’re tellin’ me that if I checked your panties right now, you wouldn’t be soaking wet? Hmm?”

Your eyelids flutter closed and you take Eddie’s fingers as they press against your now open mouth, sucking them inside. He rocks you back into his cock, rolling his hips so you feel what this is all doing to him.

“Shit. That feels so good.” You hiss around his guitar playing digits.

“Yeah?” He’s nipping at the shell of your ear. “Know what feels even better, Y/N?”

You turn to face him, his fingers falling out with a wet pop, his other hand cradling the nape of your neck. Your voice is trembling when you answer him with a question you already know. “What?“

“Letting go. And I don’t know about you, but I need to.”

Your thighs wrap around the leg he’s slotted between them, tightening. He groans into your flesh, kissing you harshly, tongue finding yours in a wet slope of slippery domination. Moments pass and when you break to breathe, Eddie is pushing down on your abdomen, tone light and airy, yet heated and heavy. “You gotta go, baby?”

Like a true submissive to his gravitational dominance, you incline your head in a confirming nod.

“Yeah? Real bad?”

“I… don’t know.” And it’s a truthful answer. There wasn’t a pressing need on your bladder, but you felt… something. And not just that insane amount of slick coating your swollen cunt now.

“You wanna try for me, sweetheart? Be a real good girl?”

Your irises glistening have Eddie stroking your cheekbone with his thumb pad. “Only if you’re comfortable with it, honey. You know I’d never—“

“Yes, Sir. I wanna be your good girl.”

His cock throbs, his night wear suddenly too confining. He pushes off you and waves his hand towards his bedroom door and the open hall. “Go.”

You clamber out of the bed and down the corridor, with your heartbeat galloping full speed ahead, feeling as if it’s dusting your bones to ash. You aren’t surprised when you pull your pajama shorts and panties down after you get seated, to see that arousal stringing from the crotch to your pussy. A ring covered hand taps idly at the framework of the door, Eddie’s nude form standing in your sights, black polished fingernails at attention, his fingers wrapped around his girth. Your body heats up, eyes trying not to look at his demolished irises. “Look at me, Y/N.”

Fuck.

He’s stepping closer, a command clear. “Scoot back and spread your legs.”

“Eddie…”

“What? I have to go too. And I can’t do it when I’m fuckin’ hard, so you better hurry, because I can see how wet you are, and that’s not doing me any favors right now.”

Kicking off your shorts and underwear, you shift back a little on the seat, widening your legs. That ridiculous ache latches on and punches your insides, helping you let go in front of your boyfriend, who watches with a head tilt, his knees bending to a slight kneel between your open legs, as he too relieves himself. You have nothing to hold onto, so your fingers reach out and rest across the meat of your bare thighs. Eddie finishes before you, his cock swelling in his grip as he watches you, a wild smirk coating his flushed features.

Leaning in, he captures your mouth, his hand sliding down between your legs, two fingers pressing into you with an ease that sucks them inside your sopping wet walls. He’s moving his mouth down your jawline, to your neck, his fingers scissoring inside, thumb finding your clit. You’re reaching for his wrist, crying out, begging… you aren’t quite sure.

“You’re so fucking soaked that you’re dripping, baby. And I’m not just talking about the piss.”

Your toes curl, tipping into a point on the flooring.

“Please, Eddie…”

“Please, what? Maybe, please do… this?” He curls his fingers against that spongey spot, making you let out a scream that you didn’t know was in you.

That coil is beginning to tighten inside your stomach and Eddie feels you soaking his wrist with your cream and piss, clenching around his fingers. He pulls them out and orders you to stop, yanking you up and pinning you against the wall, lifting your right leg around his slender waistline, ripping your camisole down the middle to palm your tits. You’re discombobulated.

“Fuck,” You’re caught between a complain and a plea. “I wasn’t finished yet, Eddie.”

“You’re gonna finish on my dick, baby.” He taps his pre-cum slick head into your clit, drawing it down the damp seam of your pussy, before resting his forehead against yours. You slide a hand up his back, his necklace resting over your knuckles, your other hand brushing through his messy curls.

“Think you can do that, princess? Soak my dick before you cum all over it?”

You aren’t able to be vocal, head lolling back, receptive to his kiss as his fat cock parts your drenched folds and sinks inside your cunt, beginning an immediate rhythm. He doesn’t say anything for a few beats, letting you get used to his length as he always does, but then, oh then he is.

“Start going again for me, baby. Show me that you can be good.”

He doesn’t let you hide in his neck this time, tilting your chin in a tip, his eyes on yours. Your lashes are soaked in tears of a desire so high that you won’t come back down for days. And Eddie, his chest is heaving, his chocolate irises gone beneath a murky lake of black, skin sheathed in sprinkles of red flush. He bounces you into a particularly hard thrust, and you clamp down on him, making his swollen lips part. “Fuck, m’ gonna cum for you, baby. I’m right there.”

“Have to. Eddie, please, can I? Just, let me…” Is all your garbled frame of mind can come up with it.

“You wanna cum too, sweet girl? You’ve been the definition of a galactic goddess for me. Fucking do it, Y/N.”

Every cell in your body splits apart, you folding in and imploding, outwardly exploding in screams that dig from the depths of your diaphragm. The last bit comes from you in his plunging thrusts and it’s intensified by your orgasm that causes your vision to white out, your hand to pulling Eddie’s hair down to the roots. He swells inside your cunt, balls heavy and drawn, your arousal and spray soaking him down to his happy trail, and he cums, harder than he’s ever came in his entire twenty years of life, filling you full of him as he holds and helps you both ride it out until it subsides. It’s heavy breathing and holding each other, your leg being stroked softly by Eddie’s fingertips before he releases his grip on it. Your muscles are softly pliant, sated.

You hum with closed eyes, head back against the wall paneling. “Fuck, that was intense.”

Eddie chortles, your eyes opening to see him in time for another passionate kiss. On the saliva-strung break away, he’s checking in with you. “Was that okay, baby? You’re not too overwhelmed from it?”

“Did it feel like I was?” Still shy, but no longer ashamed, you giggle after responding.

Eddie shakes his head fondly, ruffling your hair and looking down at the floor. “We should probably clean this mess up and take a shower before Wayne gets home.”

Though you both know, with shared and agreeing Cheshire grins, that the night has just begun.

~*~

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[cognacdelights]

the first father’s day

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summary: it’s jj’s first father’s day and indie is determined to make it a day worth both celebrating and remembering. it’s a special day as they enjoy a wholesome family day out on the mainland. 

warnings: swearing. mentions of abuse. 

author’s note: i am well aware that this is a week late but better late than never, right? i was gonna post but then life happened! anyways, i hope you enjoy this tooth-rotting fluff (and a little bit of spice). please feel free to leave a reblog or a comment with your thoughts! or come talk to me in my ask box, i love hearing everything you have to say!

Father’s Day had never really been much more than just another day to JJ Maybank. As someone whose father was very much someone who wasn’t worth celebrating — and had spent the majority of his teenage years taking drunken punches and clearing up the catastrophic aftermath of a blackout binge, it definitely wasn’t a day that he had marked out on his calendar. Even now, going on eight years after removing himself from that traumatic environment and with his own daughter, he didn’t pay much attention to the celebratory day; it was an occasion which he had pushed to the very back of his mind, not necessarily wishing to participate in. After all, it was just another day in the year to him; it didn’t hold much — if any — meaning at all to the teal-eyed blonde.

However, as always and in her typical Indie-esque fashion, Indie had different plans for the day. Having had a somewhat decent father, of whom she shared a very loving relationship and a close bond, Father’s Day was a particularly important day to her for more reason than just one. She loved and missed her late father more than words could ever describe, and a fraction of her heart still ached at her loss; she would give almost anything to spend one, final day with him — to tell him how much she loved him, and appreciated all of the sacrifices he had made for both her and John B. It had been a very sore day for her since his disappearance, one wound that never healed yet simply numbed that little bit more with every year that passed. Then, there was still that ever so noticeable flicker of insecurity in JJ and his ability to be a good father to their sweet, little girl. He needed that subtle nudge of a reminder every now and again that he wasn’t his abusive, drunkard of a father, and that this was his opportunity to replace those dark and tumultuous memories with something more positive.

He awoke somewhat early that summer, Sunday morning to the gentle nudges of his soon-to-be wife to his side and the soft tone of her voice.

“Say—” her dulcet voice filled the otherwise quietness of their bedroom, “—wake up, Daddy.” A bright-eyed Tilly rested against her chest, her tiny fingers grasping tightly onto the thin, mustard fabric of her sundress and bunching it up into a ball. She let out a melody of animated gurgles as Indie gently bounced her up and down, before continuing to speak in a coo, “tell him that he needs to get his lazy butt out of bed because we have plans today, and we need to get a move on if we don’t want to be late.”

JJ grumbled lowly into his flattened pillow — still very much half asleep, “we have plans?” His head rose from the comfort of his pillow, and he was immediately hit with the bright sunlight pouring in from the opened curtains. He peered upwards at both his fiancé and his daughter, his tired eyes squinting heavily and questioned with his gruff, morning tone, “since when did we have plans?”

“Since me and Tilly made plans,” Indie responded with a nonchalance, shrugging her dainty shoulders. Her gaze travelled downwards to her happy, smiling baby and an instantaneous smile quirked the corners of her rosy lips upwards as she persisted in her animated cooing, “didn’t we, baby? We decided that we’re going to have a really, really fun day out with Daddy today, didn’t we?” Then, her tone switched up into a more casual voice as her eyes landed back on the tousle-haired blonde. “And, besides, it’s Father’s Day. Of course, we have plans.”

“Oh—” his tanned features wrinkled together as he scrunched his face up, “—we’re doing that? I didn’t even realise—”

She blinked, slightly exaggeratedly several times before letting out a singular laugh of disbelief. “Uh— yeah. We’re doing Father’s Day, J.” Then, still supporting their daughter with one hand placed beneath her bottom, Indie placed several, small gift bags and two navy blue envelopes onto the crumpled covers one by one. Another, perfectly timed gurgle from Tilly saw the brunette virago letting out another, soft laugh. “That’s Tilly saying ‘Duh, Daddy. You’re the best Daddy in the world and I love you lots and lots’.”

His lazy gaze leisurely travelled down to the pile of presents and cards before narrowing even further. His now confused, sapphire eyes shot back up towards Indie — an intrigued frown creasing his forehead and furrowing his brow. “Why’s there two envelopes?”

“Just open them,” she rolled her dark, mahogany eyes light-heartedly.

With a deep grunt, he pushed himself into an upright position — his bare, muscular shoulders resting comfortably against the padded velvet of the headboard. The soft, memory foam mattress dipped down beside him as she perched herself on the empty side of the bed, observing with a slight smile on her face as he reached for one of the envelopes. His thumb slipped beneath the paper and slid across effortlessly, opening up the envelope. He then swiftly pulled out the cartoon card and skim-read the front. Eagerly, he opened it up, and read the inside, “to Daddy, Happy Father’s Day to the bestest daddy in the entire world. Thank you for everything that you do for me and Mama. Lots and lots and lots of love, cuddles and kisses, your little princess, Tilly Adelaide.”

As the heartfelt words rolled off his tongue, a content smile upturned the corners of his lips. Of course, anything that involved his daughter tugged violently on his heart strings and the Father’s Day card — despite very obviously being written by Indie, with the heart-dotted I’s and cursive font — sent a warm, fuzzy sensation throughout his chest. “Come here, you,” he reached his tattooed arms outwards to his daughter, carefully taking her from indie and allowing her to lay comfortably against the toned muscles of his chest. He peppered soft, appreciative kisses into her thick, dark hair as he cuddled her tightly. “I love you, my sweet, sweet, baby girl,” he murmured softly, placing yet another loving peck against her forehead. God, he had never known a love like it.

“Now—” his eyes flickered upwards once more, his voice laced with suspicion, “—who’s this from?” He retrieved the second, smaller envelope and repeated his previous actions — slipping his ring-cladded thumb beneath the paper and ripping it open. He pulled the card out quickly, evidently eager to read the inside, and opened it up. “To Dad, Happy Father’s Day. Thanks for always throwing my ball. Love, your best friend, Axel.” A low chuckle rattled through his burly chest as he peered over at his sun-kissed fiancé once again, shaking his head in amusement and slight relief. “You got me a Father’s Day card from the dog?”

She responded with a honey-like giggle and glimmering eyes, “why? Who did you think it was from?”

“Part of me thought it was going to be a ‘Surprise, here’s baby number two!’ moment, I’m not gonna lie, Ind. Especially after the conversation we had at the wedding fayre last week about us having more kids one day. I really thought you were gonna pull the same thing you did to John B on me — you know, baby scan in the card trick.”

“Nah—” her melodious voice filled their bedroom, “—you’re in the clear, for now. I meant what I said. We’re not even thinking about any more babies until we’re married. Little Miss is all we need right now, and by that, I mean she’s a handful as it is on her own.”

Turning his attention downwards, JJ cooed playfully to his daughter, “have you been driving Mama crazy again?”

“Someone decided they don’t like bottles anymore, and will only take milk from the boob, haven’t they, Tilly Adelaide?” her thick eyebrows raised upwards in a light-hearted accusatory manner, “—and don’t even get me started on how they turned into a massive wriggle-butt when getting dressed this morning. And somehow managing to wriggle her little socks off every time I put them on.”

A swift glance downwards sent an entertained grin stretching across the width of this chiselled features as he noticed Tilly’s bare toes. A soft chuckled slipped from between his thin lips as he lightly bounced her delicate frame up and down against his chest, placing another affectionate kiss into her luscious hair. “You’re a menace sometimes, baby—” he laughed, lightly pinching at her tiny toes, “—stop taking your sockies off and your little toes won’t get cold.”

Indie remained silent for a pro-longed moment, watching how loving and gentle her soon-to-be husband’s interactions were with their daughter. She let them have their moment before eventually speaking up, “you gonna open your presents? We gotta get going soon.”

“Where are we going?” he queried, reaching for one of the small gift bags, “what’s the plan?”

“Well, I thought we could do something as a family. Tilly loves all the animal cartoons so I thought it would be fun to take her to the zoo and see them in real life. But we gotta get to the mainland so it’s a bit of a drive.” A small, pleased-with-herself small curled the very corners of her lips upwards as she reached out to gently graze her finger over Tilly’s reddened cheek. “And then I booked for us to stay overnight at that really nice-looking, inn that we always pass on the way back. Just thought it would be nice for us to get away for the night.”

“Mhmm,” JJ hummed in response, “that sounds good to me.”

With his cheerful daughter still snuggled into his chest — one tattooed hand carefully supporting her meagre weight beneath her curled legs, he reached for one of the gift bags. His curious eyes quickly gazed over the gift tag to see Indie’s cursive writing very clearly stating that the gift was from Tilly, before peering inside. Of course, it was the age-old staple of aftershave, and it appeared to be a very expensive Hugo Boss one at that. JJ couldn’t remember the last time he had actually picked out and bought himself aftershave, having regularly received it as a birthday or Christmas gift from Indie. He wasn’t complaining, though; if it was up to him, he would be more than happy with a cheap, five-dollar bottle from the drugstore. “Thank you, baby—” he playfully addressed his daughter, whilst sneakily side-eying his fiancé, “—this is mama’s favourite.”

He then proceeded to open the remaining two gifts, unwrapping a small keychain with two photographs inside. One was a polaroid-style photograph of the sneaky picture Indie had taken the day in which Tilly had been born — her tiny, fragile body curled into a tight ball atop his bare best with his hand laid gently against her back, rubbing loving circles against the thin cotton of her baby grow. One the other side, the second photograph was a sweet family picture that John B had taken of the three of them whilst sat in his back yard; he was sat in the hanging egg chair, Indie perched in his lap and his tattooed arm wrapped lovingly around her wait as she cradled Tilly in her arms. Both of them had wide, glimmering smiles as they peered upwards at the camera — their daughter showcasing her beautiful, chestnut eyes as she sucked contentedly on her favourite pacifier. Then, beside the keyring was a pink, baby on board sign that read, ‘Daddy’s Little Princess on Board’.

The final present was thin and flat, wrapped pristinely with brown paper and blue, glittering ribbons. A perplexed expression contorted his rugged features as his thumb carefully slid beneath the folded over wrapping paper, ripping it open. Shaking off the remainder of the wrapping paper, he turned the rectangular piece of metal over to reveal a personalised license plate that read, ‘JM4YB4NK’.

“For your truck,” Indie spoke softly, her tone dulcet as she cocked her head to the side.

“I love it,” JJ smiled. He leaned over — avoiding disturbing his sleeping angel — and placed several, affectionate kisses against her lips. The subtle taste of her cherry-flavoured lip gloss teased his tongue and coated his own, stubble-lined lips in the faintest of deep, vermillion tints.

“Good—” she reconnected their lips, the very tips of her pearly teeth tugging ever so lightly on his lips before scrunching her features together and speaking with a guilty pace, “—because you’ve been driving around all week with the wrong plates on your truck, and I didn’t want to tell you because it would ruin the surprise.”

Shaking his head, a low chuckle rumbled through his toned, bare chest, “I could kill you sometimes, you know that?”

“No, you couldn’t—” her signature, sultry and playful smirk crept across her sunkissed complexion, “—you wouldn’t get to marry me then.”

“What if I had been pulled?” His tongue ran along his front teeth in a bid to suppress the very evident smile from creeping its way across his face.

“I’d bring Tilly up to Kildare County every week to visit you.”

“Oh—” he laughed huskily, rolling his cerulean eyes with a playfully dismissive attitude, “—real classy, babe. Sell me out and don’t even offer up a conjugal visit.”

“Now—” she spoke with a silky tone, “—I never said that.”

“I didn’t hear any mentions when you sold me out to—”

“Oh, there is one more thing.” She observed with her bright, amber eyes as his eyebrows raised out of inquisitiveness — his forehead creasing with wrinkles. “So, I also spoke to Nick—”

“My tattoo artist?” JJ queried.

“Yeah,” she confirmed, “you said you’d been thinking of getting something for Tilly, so I spoke to him. I told him everything you said about what you were thinking of getting and the designs that you’d been looking at. He’s going to draw up some designs and send them over for you to see. He said he’s got Friday afternoon free for you, so if you drop in any time after one.”

He stared back at his gorgeous, umber-eyed fiancé for a brief moment with nothing but awe and pure, unadulterated love for her. The way in which she always listened to him; the way in which she took every little detail about him and that he uttered in and absorbed it, ready to surprise him with something personalised or specific. He was just so astounded by how lucky he was to have such a loving and attentive woman in his life — and such a caring mother to his daughter.

With a sharp inhale, he blinked swiftly in a bid to hide the stray tears that glazed over his teal eyes. The warm palm of his hand found Tilly’s back once more, gently rubbing affectionate back and forth strokes for a brief moment, before passing her back to Indie. Her tiny fingers gripped like vices around his silver chain — hanging on for dear life, as he delicately pried his cross necklace from her grasp. “Go on—” he urged, “—get madam a diaper change and some socks whilst I get ready.”

Indie stared back at him — their daughter now enveloped in the warmth of her chest as her fingers curled around the thick straps of her denim dungarees dress. “Just for future reference, you wouldn’t get away with this if it wasn’t Father’s Day.”

“This is me pulling the letting me drive around with the wrong plates card, squirt.”

“You said you’d retire squirt now that we have Tils,” she pouted, her thick eyebrows pulled together with a disapproving frown.

“Never.” JJ sent her a devilish wink before pulling himself from the comfort of their bed.

It was a wholesome day out for the Maybank-Routledge household on the mainland. The sun was blazing down over the mainland from the clear, azure skies above and an ever so occasional breeze drifted through the air — making it an overall pleasant day.

The country-fresh air was filled with the distinct aroma of pine and the persistent backing track of tweeting birds and the humming engines of passing cars; it was only a stone’s throw from their ocean-side sanctuary of the Outer Banks, but the more urbanised landscapes of the mainland were a completely different environment altogether. It made Indie grateful for where she grew up, and where she was raising her daughter; whilst it was always fun to escape to the mainland for a few days of adventure, there was nothing like home. Nothing quite came close to the miles upon miles of ivory, sand beaches, the rolling, turquoise tides that disappeared into the distant horizon, and the community that had been forged on their island.

Of course, a young Indie had once dreamt of pastures far and beyond their, little reef-like island on the Atlantic. Her younger, more naive self had yearned for the eclectic buzz of city life. She had daydreamed of a running a Cayote-Ugly-like bar in the very heart of Raleigh — tearing up the starry night with her fierce, unrelenting attitude and sultry dance moves as she poured dirty shots out on command. As the morning songbirds harmonised, she’d retire to the comfort of her apartment with whom she shared with several roommates — none of which she cared to get to know and all of which she saw for no more than five minutes a day in passing. She’d find herself falling in with a crowd of rough and ready bikers who frequented her bar, take regular rides out with them, and eventually take the plunge to purchase one of her own.

Then, there was always New York because — well, why not? It’s New York. Everybody loves New York and the fresh bagels, the giant slices of pizza, the strong coffee, and the award-winning, Italian bakeries. She’d get a job as a waitress in one of the small, family-run restaurants in Little Italy; maybe even work her way up to head waitress or specialise in the imported wines. Then, on her days off she would ride the subway — wander through Central Park with a cup of freshly brewed coffee and a doughnut and take in the sights, spend an afternoon down by the pebble beaches of the Hudson River — memorising the wine lists, or spend her night partying until the rise of the morning sun in a grungy, underground club. She’d walk the streets back to her cramped, over-priced apartment with her shoes in one hand and a street cart breakfast gyro in the other after a meaningless game of cat and mouse with the city’s bankers and hedge fund analysts; her make up would be smudged across her flushed complexion, and her cheeks would be stained with the remnants of UV paint as a faded glowstick wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet.

Perhaps she would venture to the vast expanse of Nevada and settle in the infamous Sin City. She’d heard all about the bright lights and promise of riches from her Uncle Teddy, and it would be fair to say that she was intrigued by the allure. She would earn her living as a cocktail waitress in one of the original casinos along The Strip — raking in the big tips from the drunken gamblers with her long, sun-kissed legs and exposed cleavage. She’d find herself a generous high roller who would treat her like the princess that she was, and exactly as she thought she deserved. She would shamelessly be showered with expensive gifts, exotic trips to the far corners of the Earth, and fancy dinners at Michelin star restaurants. Then, when the alcohol and cigarettes eventually caught up to him, he’d leave his lavish fortune to her — spending the rest of her days living an exuberant life of luxury, never wanting for, or needing, again.

Although, as she matured — expanding her horizons by travelling, there was one, little sentiment that she discovered; no matter where she went, or what life that she lived, it would never feel like home. Home was the small, barrier island of Kildare just off the coast of North Carolina; home was where her family was, no matter how unorthodox and untraditional it was; home was the sand-dusted streets that she grew up in — that she roamed so freely until the early hours of the morning with a cigarette in one hand and an off-brand bottle of cider in the other, and the calm waters of the marsh which she spent her childhood catching drum fish with her father and brother, and the ivory sands of the boneyard where she danced around the flickering bonfire to the tinny echoes of the music and played truth or dare, and the black, leather chairs of the salon in which she earned herself a living beside the woman who had taken her in as her own, and the messy, grease-covered workshop that her similarly grease-covered fiancé owned. The same places that she thought she would one day escape were the very same places that bound her to island. Not because she was trapped by the limits of a small town, but because there was a tiny fragment of her happiness in each and every one of those places.

A woman nudged into her shoulder, pushing her way through the gathering crowd as she followed her excited toddler towards the wooden fences of the giraffe pen — bringing Indie back into the realms of reality. Instinctively, her fingers gripped onto the brown, leather handle of the stroller with a vice-like grip as her gaze immediately dropped to the spacious carrycot; it was empty — filled with nothing but a crumpled up, powder pink blanket, Tilly’s favourite pacifier, and the infamous, grey teddy that JJ had bought for her.

For a split second, a shot of panic surged throughout her body. Then, in the same sharply inhaled breath, she was consoled with the soothing serotonin of relief as her mocha eyes peered upwards. Directly in front of her stood JJ — an elated grin etched into his stubble-lined features as their lively, smiling daughter laid against his muscular shoulder. His body was angled in such a way that Tilly could peer over at the tall, majestic animals and watch them as they gracefully paced around their dirt paddock. “Look, baby—” he pointed towards the herd, “—jaffies.”

Indie cocked her head to the side ever so slightly and just watched them — soaking in the sweet moment between JJ and his daughter. Tilly was loving it. Her wide, chestnut eyes were bright with the glimmers of excitement as a toothless grin extended across her face. Her gaze fixated on one of the taller giraffes as incoherent gurgles spilled from her mouth, punctuated with the occasional squeal of happiness. Her tiny fingers, once again, clasped onto his flannel — the thick, mustard material bunching up in her hands.

Their bond was such a beautiful thing to watch unfold and grow, especially known just how terrified JJ once was of having a daughter. Both he and Indie knew that he was never going to be like his own father, but JJ didn’t have as much faith in himself as his soon-to-be wife did; he didn’t know how to raise a daughter — he didn’t know what she needed, he didn’t know how to interact with her, he didn’t know how to bond with her. However, watching them now from the midst of the crowd of people, she knew just how much Tilly adored her dad. It was in the way in which her big, doe eyes lit up at the sound of his voice, and the way in which she nuzzled her little face into his chest and fell asleep to the soothing thuds of his heartbeat, and the way she smiled so brightly and contentedly up at him. All of his fears were for nothing.

“What?” JJ’s husky tone questioned with a chuckle. He was confused as to why Indie was staring at him, as he slowly made his way back through the now thinned-out crowd. His daughter was still clutched against his burly chest — tucked beneath the light material of is flannel jacket as the subtle winds trickled through the surrounding trees.

“Nothing,” she responded with a soft smile.

“We seem to have lost a sock somewhere between the elephants and here,” he admitted, now walking at a leisurely pace beside her, “haven’t we, princess?” The pair of them walked along the painted, paw print trail towards the next enclosure — Indie pushing the cream Silver Cross stroller and JJ carrying Tilly in his arms.

“Tilly—” she complained, punctuating her drawn-out words with a shake of her head and a disapproving roll of her eyes. Although, she was abruptly cut off from her impending rantings as she caught sight of her daughter’s wide, innocent eyes; they were big, and bold, and sparkled under the rays of the sultry, North Carolina sun as she continued to smile upwards. In that very moment, Indie recognised herself in her daughter; the innocent, butter wouldn’t melt look was definitely one that she had mastered at a very early age. “It’s a good job we’ve got thousands of them at home.”

A deep, rasping laughing rippled through his chest as a complacent smirk quirked the very corners of his mouth upwards, “that — my pretty mama — is the sweet, sweet taste of your own medicine.”

“What do you mean by that?” Indie shot back swiftly.

“I have spent years getting that look from you, all the damn time. Whenever you did something you know is going to give me a heart attack, or whenever you want something — you give me that look because you know I’m gonna fold. You want to order pizza when I want Thai food? Big eyes and flutter lashes. When you rear-ended that Aston Martin? The big, brown eyes came out. The two thousand dollar, limited edition stroller that we had to have imported from England?—"

“Okay—” she halted their brisk walk abruptly, turning on the heels of her dirty converse to stare up at him — a subtle, sulking pout pulling on her gloss-glazed lips, “first of all, you love pizza. Second, the Aston Martin wasn’t my fault! They break checked me in a 55. They were looking for a claim! And the stroller is for Tilly. Their safety standards are higher, plus it came with the carrycot, a car seat and all the accessories. And it’s cute as fuck. And she loves it.”

Another chuckle vibrated through the very depths of the back of his throat, “why so defensive?”

“Because I don’t pull that face to get what I want.”

“Yes, you do—” a beaming, supercilious grin plastered itself across his tanned features, “—and you’re gonna do it right now so that I agree with you. Face it, Ind, you birthed a literal mini you and now you’re getting a taste of what we’ve all had for years.”

With a frustrated huff, she gave the empty stroller a forceful shove forwards — continuing their stroll towards the next enclosure with a brisk pace, “you’re not getting laid tonight.” As she pulled ahead of him, she could feel the heated gaze of his indigo eyes on her body — taking in her new-found curves and settling on the frayed, short hem of her denim dungarees skirt, that fit her rounded ass perfectly. Her lips twitched upwards into a knowing smirk as she tugged ever so slightly on the waistband of her dungarees, sending the hemline just that little bit further up her thighs.

He knew that she knew he was watching; he always did. “Now that’s just mean,” he protested with a light-hearted tone, following behind her.

“Life’s a bitch, JJ.”

“—and then you marry one,” he added, the flirtatious undertones oozing out from his teasing words.

Indie sent a taunting warning back in reply, her words devoid of any threat, “I ain’t walked down that aisle yet.”

“You will.” His long strides caught up to her in just a matter of seconds — a satisfied, half-smirk half-grin occupying his stubble-lined complexion proudly as he walked beside her. With an admirable amount of confidence, he tested the waters — casually snaking his arm around her waist. He remained there for a brief moment before allowing his audacious hand to wander; it dropped just several inches lower, resting comfortably against her voluptuous ass. Then, he gave it a salacious squeeze.

It was later that same day. The deep, sapphire skies were littered with the apricot streaks of an encroaching sunset as a cooler breeze flitted through the surrounding trees and foliage. The wholesome, family-run inn was set back from the winding highway, meaning that it was peacefully serene and undisturbed. Nestled between the tall pine trees and the never-ending meadows of overgrown scutch grass, it almost disappeared into the landscape; even the small, shack-like stables at the very end of the nearest field of horses seemed as though it just belonged. It truly was a remarkable sight.

JJ sat comfortably, slumped into the cushions of the wicker porch swing as Indie cuddled into his welcoming side. His ring-cladded fingers were wrapped around the neck of a freshly cracked and condensation-laced beer as he gazed lazily outwards onto the beautiful scenery of the North Carolina country. The length of his jean-clad legs extended outwards — one foot resting atop the wheel of the expensive stroller and gently guiding it back and forth is slow, soothing motions. His burly arm rested against the top of the soft back cushion, his thumb rubbing lovingly against her dainty shoulder, as he indulged himself in the calm and the quiet.

She sipped on her glass of white wine — the aromatic, passionfruit and lemon fusion blend refreshingly cold against her tongue — as she scrolled through the collection of photos she had taken throughout the day. “She’s getting so big—” her voice echoed an air of sadness, a slight pout tugging on her full lips, “—I want her to stay our tiny, little baby forever.”

“I know. Me too,” a soft chuckle of disbelief rattled through his robust chest. Turning his attention to his soon-to-be wife, he nonchalantly leaned over to get a clearer look at the photographs. A soft smile played upon his thin lips as his cerulean eyes landed on a photograph of himself and his daughter; the photo was taken from an angle — Tilly propped comfortably against his brawny shoulder as she stared out at the pink flamingos, an excited smile consuming her small features and her mahogany eyes wide and glistening under the sun. He, himself, was pointing towards the animals as a similarly animated grin had plastered itself across his tanned complexion.

“You’re a good dad, you know?” she spoke with such a delicate tone as she ceased her scrolling to peer over at the tousle-haired man. Her own, mahogany eyes met with his and held his gaze — a meaningful, serious note hidden within the amber speckles.

“Hmm?” he hummed gingerly in response. JJ was entirely sure how to respond to that statement so opted for the neutrality of a simple noise. It was such a conflicting feeling for him; of course, he wanted to be the best father to his little girl that he possibly could be, yet there was always that seed of doubt from his childhood that clouded his opinion on his own parenting.

“Yeah,” she re-confirmed — knowing that sometimes he needed the confidence boost of the reassurance, “you are everything that I need and more. You’re everything that she needs and more. Come on, she adores you. If there ever was a Daddy’s Little Princess, it’s Tils. Her eyes light up at the sound of your voice, she’s always giving you the puppy dog eyes for snuggles, and she holds your hand— well, your fingers — to go to sleep. You’ve got the sweetest bond with her.”

He pressed his stubble-lined lips together to suppress the overwhelming smile that threatened to consume his whole face as he listened carefully. “She does like a good snuggle, doesn’t she?”

“Oh, yeah—” Indie agreed, letting out a honey-like giggle, “—she’s like a koala bear. Sticks to you.”

“Another thing she gets from you,” he reminded, taking a generous swig of his beer.

“I’m not even gonna fight that one. I love being cuddled. I don’t care where we are or what we’re doing, give me a cuddle.” With a deep, satisfied exhale, she laid her head backwards — resting it atop his outstretched arm. Her thick lashes fluttered closed for a moment before slowly re-opening, her lackadaisical eyes meeting with his once more. “She gets stuff from you too.”

“Oh, yeah?” he questioned with an intrigued quirk of his eyebrow and a lopsided half-smile, “what does she get from me?”

“Her love of my boobs, for a start.”

JJ chuckled huskily once more before placing an attentive kiss against her forehead, “I do love your boobs.”

“I know.” Her petite shoulders rose up and down as she giggled whistly. “You say that she looks exactly like me, but I think she’s got your nose. And she’s definitely got your appetite. And your cheeky grin whenever she’s being a pain in the ass.”

“I’m contesting that one on the grounds that I’m not a pain in the ass. I think that wine is going to your head.”

“Overruled—” Indie teased, “—judgement still stands. You’re nothing but.”

“You’re lucky that I love you.”

“I am,” she grinned up at him wide and cheesy, “I’m the luckiest girl on Earth.”

JJ placed a soft and appreciative kiss against her lips. It was gentle and passionate as the sweet, fruity taste of her white wine lingered against his tongue — and the pad of this ring-cladded thumb continued to trace affectionate patterns against her shoulder.

[siilvan]

TIME FOR MY FAVORITE GAME: SPOT EVERY MENTION OF MY HUSBAND 🩷🩷🩷

i’m so happy i convinced you to add him (AKA said ‘yes’ when you asked if you should 🤭)

in honor of you adding him… here’s a comprehensive list of my thoughts during this chapter <3

Your husband (on paper.. And in bed,nothing more! )

mhm, sure, mini... nothing more...

Group of cocky professional paintball players, Kortac members and a few little overconfident teenagers to your left.

respectfully, those kids are fucking dead 😭

“Why would your butt be sore? I didn’t smack your ass that hard last night did I?”

i wanted to chastise nikolai for being crude, but considering how content mini is (sans paintball), i think she probably enjoyed their time together last night 😏 and poor gaz, exposed once again to a convo he didn't want to hear..

Nikolai often comes over for visits since what you labelled “Contract marriage” almost a year ago. Taking you out on dates, spoiling you with gifts, giving you a damn good time in bed.  But what the two of you often do the most is, sharing a quiet meal together in your apartment.

if it looks like a marriage, sounds like a marriage, and acts like a marriage... then clearly it's just a convenient way for him to protect you, mini! (slamming my head into the wall)

What scares you the most, part of your heart actually doesn't mind it.

😏😏😏...

“Why?! Because some ass-shit is going to bruise my Lastochka’s perfect butt!!

i respect a man that has his priorities straight... protecting what's precious, aka his wife's ass 😶 also love "ass-shit" as an insult LMAO

“And that asset happens to be…?” “Your lovely ass.”

AND he's (semi) honest about it. perfect man, as always.

… and you were right when you saw your brother’s team turn up on the day, in full military gear, minus the weapons.

okay but shoutout to soap for showing up and being the best big brother 😭 he's so sweet, my heart...

“Remember, cover her ass at all costs, that is our aim today. There's a bonus for anyone who is successful in achieving the task!”

not to yuri-post too hard, but the fact that he went from being a war criminal to helping his boss/friend protect his wife in a paintball game has me writhing on the floor sobbing. sofa, you've done it again... you've unintentionally made me soft 😔

What, now your ass is a commodity for gaining bonuses?

yes, yes it is 😌

Nikolai jeered as he pulled you closer into his embrace, his protective instinct kicks in. “So, what are a bunch of second rated PMC doing here on this fine sunny day? “

i am so happy you went with "second rate" out of the insult list i gave you, it's so fucking funny LMAO

Your boss pulled you aside as everyone scattered to gear up. “I was meaning to ask… who are these people you brought along with you? And who exactly is your husband?” they asked, with fear in their voice.

*shushing her boss* shh, shhh... don't worry about it babygirl, it's fine... her husband is just a former soldier-turned PMC owner...

“You get too distracted, Commander.” Yuri warned, Nikolai opened his mouth to protest, but his second-in-command raised a hand to stop him. “Stay off your wife’s ass. She would be alright.

obligatory losing it over yuri moment, 1/3: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Yuri turned around and started barking orders towards your boss and colleagues

moment 2/3: AND I AM ON MY KNEES READY TO LISTEN LIKE A DAMN DOG 🐕

The strategies they used, stealth vs open attack, one vs one, group attack. The amount of command and communications that goes back and forth via the radio comm, you were barely able to catch up with all the military lingos.

must be nice to do all of this without any real consequences... just bruised egos (and asses) at the worst 🫠

By the time afternoon tea break came around, both teams were head to head with their score. You can sense the frustration from each side as they all glare at each other

the mental image i'm getting 😭😭

Suddenly you heard a collective gasp via the radio.

they're mourning the "protect the commander's wife's ass" bonus 😔

“Krueger? Did he accidentally shoot you?” Yuri’s voice perked up.

moment 3/3: even if he didn't, krueger's responsible for it now because yuri's always right <3 need him—

“KÖNIG.” Nikolai snarled.

rip könig, we knew ye well 🙏

you even heard your brother yelling out “FREEDOM!!! SCOTLAND FOREVER!!” at one point.

my favorite line in this whole chapter LMAOOOO

You have to admit there’s something quite alluring about seeing Nikolai in full combat gear.  Him in telnyashka, the aviator, the gold chain.

foaming at the mouth and ripping my shirt open in the rain, we desperately need more of this look in canon

The influence this man has over you is unbelievable. You turn into a very horny bitch every time he smiles at you

mini continues to be so real...

By the end of the day, everyone was basically covered with a thick layer of paint and bruises all over.

final yuri mention, but thank you for this image of him 🥰

Alternative way to achieve world peace? Why can’t every dispute in the world be solved so easily like this?

just put makarov in the paintball field, we'll fix his issues that way 😌

“Are you ok? Do you need me to take you to a hospital?”

this is so funny but also aww, i love caring nik 😭

“Well, if you want to be an exhibitionist.. Is that one of your kinks?” Nikolai raised both of his brows, curious.

for you, in that outfit... anything.

Nothing sexual here, you tell yourself. Just him trying to get a good look… until you feel his lip gently kisses your butt.

mini, honey, sweetie, you should know after a year that your husband is eternally horny for you...

“What cream? Cream that I produce naturally?” You can hear the smirk in his tone.

absolutely horrendous and god-awful flirting. i need him.

“Don’t care. Let me have a good taste of you.” he purred.

Lord.

But you got to live out that little fantasy of riding Nikolai in his gear, that is all it matters.

i am her, mini is me... being late to dinner is worth it.

Is that jealousy that you are sensing? Can’t be. You thought to yourself.

mini my love you are denser than a bag of rocks 😭

A strange tension stewing between the two of you, neither wanting to break the silence.

*cough* falling in love *cough*

“You not staying tonight?” you whispered. Unconsciously leaning into him and grabbing onto his shirt.

AAAAAUUUGGGGHHHHHHH 😭😭😭

he never really likes to mention anything or even use any words related to what he does in front of you. Almost if he is scared of tainting you with the dirty words.

AAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH

What is this feeling? Little butterflies that you haven’t felt for quite a long time…

YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HIM YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT (AFFECTIONATE)

Why is your heart aching so much if you claim you don’t love him?

so close, yet so far........

It’s a rabbit hole you wish you hadn't jumped into. But it’s too late.

too late indeed, but everything will work out in the end (i hope)! 😌

Lastochka AU - Strange battlefield

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Nikolai is focusing his energy too much on protecting something that is very precious to him. His wife's backside.

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature to Explicit Theme. swearing, violence. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don’t take it so seriously. Swearing, talk of gore, Smutty smut talks. apologise for any inaccuracies to military and paintball related. never been military nor played paintball before.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues.

masterlist

The tension in the air is unbearable. 

Your husband (on paper.. And in bed,nothing more! ) your brother, Task Force 141 and Unit one of Chimera and a small group of your workmates shivering in a corner on your right. 

Group of cocky professional paintball players, Kortac members and a few little overconfident teenagers to your left.

You can almost smell the bloodbath that is to come. 

You swear to heaven, you never meant for this to happen. 

You knew you should have kept quiet about it….

“Paintball??” 

“Team bonding stuff. My boss wanted us to learn to cooperate better as a team.” you rolled your eyes as you tossed the cubed up cucumber into the salad bowl.

“Sounds like fun.” Gaz commented. 

“Well, fun for you boys maybe, I never played paintball before but I saw my friends coming back with bruises and aches after the game!” you huffed as you finished dressing the salad. Picking up the phone as you move around the kitchen island and carrying the salad bowl towards the little dining table. “I don’t want to come back to work with a sore butt and can’t sit down for the rest of the week..”

“Why would your butt be sore? I didn’t smack your ass that hard last night did I?” Nikolai suddenly appeared by your side with a bottle of wine.

You let out a little scream, nearly dropping the phone. “ Nik! Fuck I didn’t even hear you coming in through the door.” you complained. Nikolai just laughed and gave you a kiss on the cheek. 

“Uh, I better let you go. I’ll goss with you later on Mini!” Gaz chuckled as he gave Nikolai a wave before ending the video call. 

Chucking the phone to the table, you pouted as Nikolai circled his arm around you, pulling you close. 

“Stop sneaking around like a ninja Nikolai. You're going to kill me one day with a heart attack!”  you chided him. “Set the table. Dinner will be ready in ten.”

Nikolai often comes over for visits since what you labelled “Contract marriage” almost a year ago. Taking you out on dates, spoiling you with gifts, giving you a damn good time in bed. 

But what the two of you often do the most is, sharing a quiet meal together in your apartment.

It feels.. Domestic. Like a married couple.

Well, the two of you ARE married. 

What scares you the most, part of your heart actually doesn't mind it. 

“So what is the deal with your butt.” he asked as he took a sip of the wine. 

“Can you let go of my butt please? It has nothing to do with my butt…sort of.” you proceed explaining to him about the team bonding event over dinner.

Nikolai was silent after you finished your spill and complaint. Which you find quite unusual. But you can almost see gears turning above his head. Knowing him and with your sixth sense you know he is up to something. 

Your hunch was right when you heard the muffling sound of him talking on the phone while you were in the shower. 

“Gather Unit one at the location next Saturday, 1000 hour, on the dot.” You overheard Nikolai growling into the phone. “Why?! Because some ass-shit is going to bruise my Lastochka’s perfect butt!! You think I will let that happen?” 

Ok, what the hell is he planning now? You frown as you scrub and wash your hair.

“Good. That is sorted. I shall contact Price about more details.” 

He is getting your brother’s team involved too? This isn’t going to end well. 

The rest of the conversation was muffled by the sound of the water as you rinsed yourself.

You decide to confront him about it as you sit on the bed, legs crossed and Nikolai carefully brushes all the knots out of your hair. 

“So what secret plan are you brewing behind my back my dear husband?” You asked, turning your head slightly, looking up at him.He shrugged his shoulder, fending innocence. “Oh, nothing much, just planning how to best spend next weekend… protecting my assets.” he replied as he gently turned your back to face the front, resuming the brushing. 

“And that asset happens to be…?”

“Your lovely ass.” 

You are pretty sure he has a serious obsession or fetish around your ass. 

“Don’t worry, Lastochka. I know what you are thinking. Everything will be fine. I promise you.” he tries to soothe your doubt, but somehow,with his track record? you just don’t believe his words. 

… and you were right when you saw your brother’s team turn up on the day, in full military gear, minus the weapons. 

“Mini!” Soap laughed as he stride towards you, lifting you up high, twirling you around before passing you down towards Ghost, Gaz and finally Price for a less dramatic greeting. 

“What are you boys doing here?!!” you asked as you smooth down the hair your brother had messed up. You already know why they are here, but you just want to get the answer out of their own mouth.

“To help you, of course.” Soap replied as he hooked his arm around your shoulder. 

“I don’t need any help. Besides, this is a company event, we don’t need professionals like you guys to… disrupt the game.” you wrinkled your nose, arguing. “And Captain, why did you agree to this!” 

“I owe Nikolai a favour.” Price tilted his head as he took a puff of his cigar,looking resigned. “Besides, it’s a great way to let out some stress and steam without killing anyone.” Price added. 

Mmmm. He does have a good point there. Can’t argue with that. 

“Ah! There’s my beautiful Lastochka!” Nikolai bellowed as he spotted you between the boys. He carefully gathers you up in his arms, dotting you with kisses. 

“Chimera! This is my Ненаглядная here.“ your cheek heated up as he introduced you to his team. “Remember, cover her ass at all costs, that is our aim today. There's a bonus for anyone who is successful in achieving the task!” The whole team cheered at Nikolai’s words. What, now your ass is a commodity for gaining bonuses? You glared at Nikolai, but he doesn’t seem to notice, still smiling proudly as he subtly grabs your ass. 

“Ass?” Ghost asked, although you couldn’t see his face, you could almost hear the confusion and frown through the voice. 

You buried your face in your hand. “Please, don’t ask.” You are too embarrassed to explain the whole story to him. Oh yes, my ass was the whole point of gathering all you elite soldiers to this child play. 

You will never admit that to them. 

“Looks like we have unexpected company.” Price ‘s voice dropped as he interrupted the conversation, looking over you and Nikolai’s shoulder at the group of people getting out of their 4wd drive. Everyone turned and frowned while you were confused. Looks like more soldiers have arrived, but why does Nikolai and everyone else seem to be quite hostile towards them?

You spotted a strange man , taller than Simon, marching towards them, full of purpose.

“Colonel.” Price nodded towards the hooded man, keeping his tone neutral. 

“Captain, Commander.” The tall man with a hood with a strong Austrian accent greeted both Price and Nikolai curtly.“Fancy to see your teams here.” 

“My exact same thought.” Nikolai jeered as he pulled you closer into his embrace, his protective instinct kicks in. “So, what are a bunch of second rated PMC doing here on this fine sunny day? “

“Well, why are a bunch of you criminals and Pommies..” 

“I AM SCOTTISH!” Soap yelled out. 

“Fine. Criminals, Pommies AND barbarian are doing here.” the hooded man asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Having fun.” Price grunted out, clearly displeased with the insult. 

“Well, if you want to make it more fun, let’s have a competition.” The hooded man suggested. He leans closer towards the two commanders. “Let’s go against each other. This should also serve as a settlement between the unresolved… dispute we have on Ishika island.”

“Deal.”

Now this is turning from a team building event into an unofficial settling of an international war dispute session? 

Your boss pulled you aside as everyone scattered to gear up.

“I was meaning to ask… who are these people you brought along with you? And who exactly is your husband?” they asked, with fear in their voice.

Soldiers and professional killers? Oh my husband is actually the leader of a PMC and ex-elite agent. OH,don’t worry, he is very nice. Sometimes.   Was what you wanted to say, but your boss probably thinks you are an utter nutcase. So instead, you patted their shoulder and reassure them everything will be fine. 

Or are you trying to reassure yourself? 

Nikolai was banned from following you around. 

“You get too distracted, Commander.” Yuri warned, Nikolai opened his mouth to protest, but his second-in-command raised a hand to stop him. “Stay off your wife’s ass. She would be alright. Iskra!” Yuri called out. “ Have Mini by your side. And make sure the Commander doesn’t get too close to her.”  

You tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle that was escaping your throat. It was refreshing to see Nikolai shrinking and dejected. You couldn’t help but walk up to Nikolai and give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes brightened up instantly as your gesture comforted him. 

Yuri turned around and started barking orders towards your boss and colleagues, assigning a few of the Chimera soldiers to be their guard. 

The game was easy enough to understand. Capture the flag from your opponent’s territory and run back towards your own. It was fascinating how different both teams worked. The strategies they used, stealth vs open attack, one vs one, group attack. The amount of command and communications that goes back and forth via the radio comm, you were barely able to catch up with all the military lingos. You really see them taking this whole thing quite seriously. 

Iskra turns out to be a pretty good bodyguard and teacher. She instructs you where to hide, the best way to ambush an enemy, you even get a few shots against some of the cocky teenagers and professional soldiers. You are starting to have a bit of fun too. 

By the time afternoon tea break came around, both teams were head to head with their score. You can sense the frustration from each side as they all glare at each other as they replenish themselves. 

Your luck eventually ran out when you felt your energy and concentration level started to wane in the late afternoon. 

Iskra and you were dashing between the obstacles, trying to get closer towards the enemy base as the others were doing their best to create diversions. As you were about to dash behind a boulder, you felt something hitting your butt,making you let out a yelp as you felt the intense pain that followed split seconds later. Iskra turned her head and looked at you, eyes wide. You pushed her towards the fence as you caught a glimpse of the gun raised again, taking aim at her. Both of you dodged in time as you saw the splash of paint landed on the ground. 

“Sitrep,little bird.” as if on cue, Nikolai’s voice crackles through the comm. 

“I am out for the round. Got hit on the butt.” you reported back as you limped towards the dead area. 

Suddenly you heard a collective gasp via the radio.

“.... WHO.” Nikolai growled. You can almost feel his anger emitting through comm.

“Um. I am not sure, but I caught a glimpse of a guy with a hood over his face…” you tried hard to recall as you sat down gingerly on the bench in the dead area, overlooking the whole field.

“Krueger? Did he accidentally shoot you?” Yuri’s voice perked up.

“No, he was in front of me at the time.. Definitely not him.” 

Then there’s only one other possibility… 

A string of curses in both English and Russian flowed out of Nikolai’s mouth. Oh, this is bad..…. 

“KÖNIG.” Nikolai snarled. “Those Kortac trash is going to pay for this. For damaging my Lastochka’s delicate butt. CHIMERA! ON MY COMMAND!!” 

Everything just descended into chaos afterwards. Rules were practically ignored, flags ignored, both sides just charged at each other, countless rounds of paintballs fired. Screaming, yelping, cursing in every language possible could be heard across the field. 

You swear you even heard your brother yelling out “FREEDOM!!! SCOTLAND FOREVER!!” at one point. 

You also noticed something as you sat and watched from the sideline, nurse your very sore ass. This is probably going to be the closest thing you will see your brother and friends in action. Showing their impeccable skills as elite soldiers. 

And there’s your hus..husband ( you mentally clear your throat as you are still getting used to that word after a year.) 

You have to admit there’s something quite alluring about seeing Nikolai in full combat gear.  Him in telnyashka, the aviator, the gold chain. 

The sudden urge of dragging him into the bush and fuck him is quite strong. 

The influence this man has over you is unbelievable. You turn into a very horny bitch every time he smiles at you, bickering and bantering about something insignificant. 

What the hell is wrong with you? You shook your head, trying not to think too much. You are here to enjoy the day out with your workmates, friends and family and even with the unexpected group of soldiers, not to have a philosophical reflection about your love life. 

By the end of the day, everyone was basically covered with a thick layer of paint and bruises all over. 

Strangely enough,everyone’s shoulders were relaxed and smiles across their faces as they walked off the field. Even your colleagues, as scared as they were at the beginning of the day, were cracking a few jokes and mingling around with the soldiers. 

Maybe Price was right, maybe this is a good way to get everyone to let out stress without all the actual bloodshed.

Alternative way to achieve world peace? Why can’t every dispute in the world be solved so easily like this? You lamented. 

“Lastochka!” Nikolai yelled out as he hurried towards you. He fretted as he helped you to pull off all the protective gears. “Are you ok? Do you need me to take you to a hospital?” 

You closed your eyes and sighed before you replied to him. “Nikolai, I was shot in the butt by a paintball. Not some live rounds. I think I should be fine.” you dimisses him. 

“I gotta check.” he frowned. Refuse to believe your words.

“What, right here?” you hissed. “Well, if you want to be an exhibitionist.. Is that one of your kinks?” Nikolai raised both of his brows, curious.

“Fuck no! Especially not right in front of my boss and my brother!!” You semi-yelled, attracting a few strange looks from the others. Not wanting to cause a scene, you lower your voice as you drag him towards his car, “Let’s get back to the car, and you can. Um. Inspect, if you are that worried.” 

After making sure no one else was looking on, you open the back passenger door, acting as a screen barrier just in case anyone walks by. You hissed as you pulled your pants down slightly, and turned around to try to get a good look at your injury.  A huge purple patch is already forming all over your butt cheek, and you know it’s going to hurt even more in the next few days.  

“Bend over, let me have a good look too.” Nikolai commanded, as he lightly pushed you into the backseat. Nothing sexual here, you tell yourself. Just him trying to get a good look… until you feel his lip gently kisses your butt. Your breath hitched. 

“My poor precious Lastochka.. Look at your beautiful ass..must have hurt a lot when you got hit…” his tone hardens as he recalls the incident. “ someone should be reprimanded for their incompetence in protecting you.. “  

“For fucks sake, Nikolai, it’s only a game! My butt isn’t destroyed forever, the bruise should fade away within a week or two. I can just put some creams on.” you chastised him for his unreasonable logic.

“What cream? Cream that I produce naturally?” You can hear the smirk in his tone. 

“Some PHARMACEUTICAL cream Thank you very much.” You replied with an inexpressive tone as you were ready to get up and pull your pants back up, but you felt his hand pressing you down again, slightly with more force. 

“Come on, We are going to be late to the pub dinner…” you stopped mid sentence as you felt him kissing your butt again as he slid a finger between your legs. You stifled another moan as he lowered himself a bit further, his mouth joining his fingers. 

“Don’t care. Let me have a good taste of you.” he purred. “Besides, there are studies of production of oxytocin that can help with lessening the pain and healing…” 

Oh now we are talking about science during sex? How arousing. 

“Well, stop talking about scientific studies, and get on with the experiment then, Commander.” you hummed, resigned. You know once he starts, he isn’t going to stop.

He did in fact incite a lot of oxytocin out of you, and apply some “natural” cream inside you, as you grip tight onto his shoulder, slowly riding him in the backseat of the car, him gently cupping your injured butt cheek as he try to distract you from the pain, sucking and biting lightly on your nipple. 

Two of you did end up getting to the pub a bit later than scheduled, causing a few raised eyebrows and teasing. But you got to live out that little fantasy of riding Nikolai in his gear, that is all it matters. Right? 

“Sorry about your injury Mini.” König apologised as the group of you stood outside the pub at the end of night. 

Nikolai let out a growl, but you just gave him an elbow in the stomach, keeping him quiet. “Be civil.” you turned back towards König with a smile plastered on your face. “Ah, no harm done. The bruises will heal. And thanks for your grandma’s apple strudel recipe!” you waved to him as he left with the rest of the team. 

“You two exchanged recipes?” Nikolai frowned, a hint of concern in and jealousy sipped through this voice. 

Nodding your head excitedly, you showed some pictures on the phone. “Turns out he is really good at baking, he even suggested joining the baking forum he is in that shares a lot of traditional recipes from around the world. I’m so excited to try it out!” 

He let out a snort through his nose, mumbling something underneath this breath, pouting like a toddler who had his toys taken away from him. Is that jealousy that you are sensing? Can’t be. You thought to yourself. 

He was pretty quiet in the car on the way home, one hand grasping yours, not letting it go. 

A strange tension stewing between the two of you, neither wanting to break the silence. 

“I’ll see you in a few weeks time, precious little bird.” He murmured into your ear after walking you to the door of your apartment.

Turning around to face him, your eyes widened, “You not staying tonight?” you whispered. Unconsciously leaning into him and grabbing onto his shirt. 

“I’m sorry little bird… We have to fly out early tomorrow morning for a few.. businesses. I’ll see you when we get back.” he apologises, eyes softened as he caresses your hair. You know what he does for a living, but you have noticed he never really likes to mention anything or even use any words related to what he does in front of you. Almost if he is scared of tainting you with the dirty words. 

So you were actually quite surprised that he dragged one of his units out today for a little civilian war game, just for you. 

What is this feeling? Little butterflies that you haven’t felt for quite a long time… 

“I feel bad… your team had to come out when you have work to attend to tomorrow..” you apologised, feeling very guilt ridden all of sudden. He patted your back and kissed your head. 

“They didn’t mind. I would be sending out another unit anyway so they will get plenty of rest.” he reassures you. “Now go in. get some rest. I will see you soon.”

Giving you one last soft kiss on the lip before parting, he turned and left the apartment. 

You stood by your front door, watching him leave, until he disappeared around the corner towards the bottom of the stairs. Why is your heart aching so much if you claim you don’t love him? Everytime you see him off. There’s that panic and fear that you will never see him again. Kill on the battlefield. 

It’s a rabbit hole you wish you hadn't jumped into.

But it’s too late. 

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mark lee day - short scenario

hii🥺 it’s been so long i’m not sure what to say... apart from thank you to those who waited and those who showed this blog some love while I was gone🥺😭💛 ngl it’s been a tough couple of weeks hence why i haven’t written anything. 

This one is a bit close to home (i do share an almost bday w mark😅) hope you like it even tho it’s a bit late for Mark Lee day.

again. thank u thank u thank u

This is definitely a very different scenario than what you have originally planned. 

You were supposed to celebrate your birthday with your favorite human. Seeing as you share an almost birthday, his on the 2nd of August and yours on the 3rd. It’s a tradition you and Mark have had ever since you got together. 

It’s also one of the first thing you bonded over, when you were just starting to get to know each other you mentioned your birthdate to him to which he replied with an overly excited tone and huge grin, thinking that maybe it was fate all along. 

“Yo wait what? my birthday is on the 2nd” he says with the biggest smile you’ve seen, his cheeks looking so cute

“Yea, I’m born on the 3rd. Guess that makes you older than me?”

And now here you are spending it apart for the first time in 3 years.

You tried your best to cheer up whenever he calls since he’s still in quarantine. But once he hangs up, you’re overcome with this feeling of sadness and longing.  Sad because he missed so many thing these past few weeks and knowing your beloved boyfriend well he’s probably beating himself over it. 

You didn’t want to add to the list of things he’s worrying about so you try and put on a brave face for him. But in reality you wanted nothing but to curl up by his side and tell him everything’s going to be alright.

It’s been a normal day so far. Instead of having the usual celebration the two of you would have, you spent the day on your own. Not forgetting to send Mark a birthday wish the moment the clock struck twelve and a cake to be delivered later to his place. 

Hearing the doorbell ring, you wondered who it might be. You weren’t expecting anyone, you walked towards your door looking at the monitor first before opening it. You see a bunch of flowers held infront of the person’s face. 

“Uh hello?”

“Special delivery from Lee Minhyung” you hear the familiar voice of Jeno

Opening the door, you see not only Jeno but also Chenle and Jaemin waiting outside your door. Chenle holding a bunch of balloons while Jaemin has the cake. 

“What is this?” you ask the three guys

“Mark hyung asked us to deliver these to you since he can’t, he also said to check up on you but he told us to leave that part out” Chenle explains, making the two older guys look at him questioningly

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it” you chuckle, stepping aside to let the guys in

“We’re not staying for long, just here to greet you an advance happy birthday” Jeno says as he give you the flowers, “Thank you guys, you didn’t have to come all the way here. I know you’re busy”

“No big deal, plus we know today’s kinda a bummer for you and Mark. We just wanted to help”

“Thank you really” after saying your goodbye’s, you take a quick picture of the cake, flowers and balloons. Sending the snapshot to Mark. 

Immediately he give you a call. 

“You got it?” you hear his voice ask, he still sounds a bit sick but better than the previous days you’ve talked to him. 

“Yes, you didn’t have to though. Just get well soon is all I’m asking”

“Baby, I can’t let this day pass without buying you a cake and the flowers” Mark says, already feeling the smile form on your lips “I know, I just... didn’t want to celebrate without you”

“I know, I’m sorry” Mark says

Shaking your head, you smile at him through the screen “No hey, what did we talk about. Don’t apologize okay? No one’s at fault here”

“But-” “No buts, Mark Lee. You’re going to make me sad if you say sorry one more time” finally showing the sadness you’ve been keeping from him 

“Thank you,,, for saying it’s not my fault” he mumbles, wishing he was next to instead

“Of course it’s not, no need to thank me for that. Just focus on getting better, okay? That’s all I wish for”

“I am working on that, don’t worry to much about me baby” he can see the smile making its’ way to your face again, instantly making him feel better. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you on our next birthday. And the next one after that and the many more to come” he promises to you, and you know Mark is a man of his words. 

“You have a lifetime to do that, don’t worry” you tell him

“That I do know, happy birthday to us. It’s like the universe knew I needed you in my life so they sent you” he says, not missing the lovestruck look in his eyes making you blush instantly

“Remember that time I told you I used to hate celebrating my birthday, but ever since I knew I started to like this day a little bit more” you tell him, “Hey, your birthday is definitely something to celebrate”

“Yea but I like it better because of you”

He shakes his head, looking down on the ground to hide his grin. It’s like you know just what to say to make the butterflies in his stomach flutter or how to make his heart feel like it’s about to stop beating. 

“I like you best, my love”

“This is not a competition on who likes who more, Mark Lee. Don’t make me say it again”

“But I like you more” “Na uh, I like you more”

“Okay fine, you like me more but I love you most. Ha can’t beat that” he says, effectively shutting you up. 

“I love you too, babe. Happy birthday” you tell him, “I love you, baby. Happy birthday”

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Heat Up

Pairing :: Rick Flag x short/petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, Size Kink

Word Count :: 2,439

Summary :: Rick isn’t too happy Digger tries to tease you

A/N :: I was gonna make a fic about someone else, but then I saw The Suicide Squad trailor and goddamn Joel Kinnaman. I love that tall beautiful bastard. Also, I’m not super happy about the title, but it was all I could come up with, meh

As Amanda Waller’s assistant, you had to deal with a lot daily. It wasn’t just about making sure she got her black coffee right when she walked into the building and managing her scheduled meetings. You had to ensure everything, and one, was in order for her. If someone told you they were running late, you forced them to be on time. You carefully inspected each report and corrected them before turning them into Waller. You got her any top-secret document she needed and kept it hidden. Hell, you even helped her with Task Force X, going through the list of criminals and writing down a thorough analysis of each potential member’s abilities.

Despite working for a woman who was heartless and calculating, you were as timid as a mouse. You rarely spoke to others unless you needed to. After working for Waller for several years, you found it best not to make any personal relationships with the people you met. She warned you most didn’t last very long and very few could be trusted.

One person who had stuck around though and  Waller seemed to even trust Colonel Rick Flag. You two started working for her around the same time, and yet, you could barely hold a conversation with the man. 

When you first met him, you constantly felt overwhelmed whenever you were left alone with him. It didn’t help that he appeared rather intimidating, with a serious expression almost always on his face, and towered over you. He was 6’2’’, and even in your favorite pumps, which added a good three inches to your height, you were still, smaller than him in frame.

However, regardless of your inability to speak around him, he continuously tried to start conversations with you and be friendly towards you. His constant attempts helped you grow used to him, but your face always heated up and you grew ridged when he got too close when you were alone. You didn’t understand the feeling, nor did you didn’t hate the feeling. It confused you.

-

Rick was absolutely perplexed by your meek behavior, especially since he’d witness before how assertive you could get when it came to getting something done for your shared boss. 

So it was no wonder he worried about you whenever Waller brought you along to see the Task Force X members. They were psychotic criminals, and you were like a slab of meat to some of them. You almost always wore a skirt or dress with a pair of pumps or oxford flats. Rick would be lying if he said you didn’t look perfect every hour of the day. 

He used to wonder if you were actually as innocent as you acted outside of work. Then, he saw you run as fast as you possibly could when Harley tried to give you what she called ‘wholesome safe dating advice’.

Since then, Rick did his best to make sure you were at least arm’s length away from any psycho. He even went as far as stepping right in front of you when someone got too close. Somehow, standing either beside you or a bit in front of you had become a habit of his when he noticed you were uncomfortable. 

Like now.

-

Waller sent you and Rick to a hidden ARGUS base hidden in the woods. Rick was obviously there to lead the team. You were there to give them their mission and an extensive overview.

There was a row of chairs for each Task Force X member to sit in. You stood in front of them with a large screen behind you, displaying various diagrams and photos for the mission. Rick stood off to the side, just behind all the seated members.

You looked away from your presentation, the projector turning off and the lights on. “So, are there any questions?”

Harley’s hand shot up. “Did you want me to continue giving you dating advice now or would you prefer I write it all down and give it to you later?”

Your eyes squinted and your lips curved downward just a bit. “What- no. That has nothing to do with the missions and I don’t need your advice…” Your voice trailed off, at a loss on how to deal with Harley.

Rick took a step forward. “Harley, stop it,” He warned her.

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only because I think someone has a major crush on you (Y/N) and I wanna see if he makes a move.”

You were silent for a moment, processing what she had said before your eyes widened upon realization. Surprised, you couldn’t stop yourself from confirming what you had heard. “What did you say?”

“Nothing!” She sang, springing up from her seat.

“Hold on, now I’m interested too,” Floyd chimed in. “Now just who do you think it is that has a crush on lil ol’ (Y/N). I mean, no offense,” He glanced at you before turning his head back to Harley, “but she’s too skittery.”

Digger hopped up from his seat, shaking his head. “Nah mate, that adds on to her appeal.”

He started walking towards you and instinctively you started to back away until your back was against the wall. As he was getting closer, Digger’s hand started to extend, reaching out for you.

“See, it makes it fun to try and catch her.”

You shut your eyes, ready to scream the second he dared touching you. Instead of feeling what you thought would be cold dirty fingers, you heard Digger begin to plead.

“Woah! I was only joking around! Let me go!”

Eyes now wide, you saw Rick hoisting the Aussie up in the air by the collar of his shirt. If looks could kill, Digger’s head would be gone. 

“What are the rules?” He asked in a cold tone.

“No escaping and no disobeying,” Digger said quickly.

“Oh! Also no annoying or vexing you!” Harley added.

Rick still held Digger up. “And?”

Confused, Digger looked at Floyd for help who nodded his head towards you. “And-and no touching or teasing (Y/N)?”

Rick released Digger, throwing him towards the door. “Everyone out. We leave at zero one hundred hours.”

All of the criminals walked out of the room. Rick followed to make sure the door was closed once they were out, and locked the door.

You stepped away from the wall, straightening out your black pencil skirt. “Thank you for earlier Colonel Flag.”

“Rick. We’re alone,” He corrected you.

Around others at work, you addressed each other professionally: Colonel Flag and Ms. (L/N). Alone, Rick had started trying to get you used to calling him his name to be more comfortable around him.

“Right, thank you, Rick.”

You were about to clean up and reorganize your notes when you noticed Rick still seemed upset. He had the same annoyed expression he had when the criminals were around and his arms were crossed over his chest.

You cocked your head to the side. “Is something wrong?”

“What were you going to do?” He started walking forward.

“Pardon?”

“What were you going to do if he touched you?”

Your brows furrowed. Why was he asking this?  “Most likely yell at him and push him away.”

“And then?”

“And then what?” Now, you were starting to get annoyed.

Rick stopped a foot away from you, eyes piercing down at you. “What if he didn’t stop?”

“He wouldn’t dare continue.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’ll keep me safe.”

Quickly, you realized what you said and turned your head to avoid his gaze. With a blush creeping onto your cheeks, your heart started to beat faster when he took one step closer to you.

Rick gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index, turning your head to face him. You looked up at him with your large (E/C) eyes and that odd tingling feeling started up.

“What if I’m not there to keep you safe?”

“You always are.”

Like a flip was switched, Rick suddenly knew why he constantly wanted to make sure you were always alright. You worked for a harsh realist like Waller, but still naively believed good always prevailed. He wanted to make sure you never lost the blissful joy most did when they faced the harsh reality of the world.

His head lowered towards yours until his lips were pressed softly against yours. It was a simple kiss at first. Rick was unsure of how far he could go until you gently returned the kiss. Your hands went up to his chest and he lowered to your waist to pull you closer.

Wrapped in his arms, the odd tingling feeling turned into a warm little flame. You wanted to stay held like this forever. 

When he pulled away, you lightly gripped his shirt and tugged. “Rick, I want more.”

“Are you sure, because it might be sweet now, but if we keep going-”

Without letting him finish, you pressed another kiss against his lips. Again, you two sweetly kissed for a few minutes. Then, you felt one of his hands lower down to the round of your ass. A small gasp escaped you upon being lifted, your legs wrapped around him for support. Your skirt bunched up revealing your thighs as a result.

Rick pulled away from your lips, begging to trail down kisses to your neck.

You knew what you two were doing, more importantly, where, was inappropriate. Though with your mind clouded, you didn’t care. You only wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t be disrupted.

“The-the door,” Your murmured,

“Already taken care of,” He said, lips pressed against your neck.

Rick started walking slowly, carrying you over to the row of chairs. Before he took a seat, he put you back down on your feet.

Suddenly, the world spun and you were now seated on his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest. His arms hugged you close to him while he continued to kiss your neck.

Due to your skirt bunched up, you could feel his denim jeans below you. With heat growing in you, without thinking, you started to move your hips in his lap.

A small chuckle left him. One of his arms released its hold on you to start trailing up and down the side of your thigh. “Is this why you’re always so tense when we’re alone?” His hand moved to your inner thigh, coming closer to your core.

Your hands shot up to cover your blushing face. Was this why? You never quite understood why before, but it was starting to make sense now.

Rick’s other hand pulled your hands down. When he wrapped his arm around you again, he made sure to keep your arms down as well so you couldn’t hide your face.

“Come on now, don’t be shy. It’s just us.”

“Mmm!”

You bit your lip feeling him begin to rub your clit through your damp panties. You started to squirm a bit, a clear bulge forming and pressing up against you. He pushed the fabric to the side, inserting only one finger. You moaned softly, your legs spreading open and welcoming him. 

Rick pushed in his one finger as deep as he could before pulling it completely out and sticking it back in. This time, his finger curved in you and you felt your cunt tighten. When it did, he stuck a second finger in you. His fingers pumped at a consistent pace, and you kept your moans at a low volume. 

You could feel his hardened erection through his jeans pressing firmly against you now. With his fingers still pumping, you started moving your hips along to feel his covered length.

Rick let out a quiet curse, the tightness of his jeans too much. He let go of his hold on you to unbuckle his pants and release his cock.

“I tried to get you ready, but,” He pulled his fingers out completely, both hands now gripping your hips and lifting you up, “this might still hurt a bit.”

He started lowering you down on him and your eyes widened once he had gotten just the head of his dick in. The further he pushed in, the more pain you felt, your eyes growing glossy as a result. He lowered you until you were seated on him again and he was fully filling you up.

You could feel your pussy aching and tightening around him, never being filled up this much before.

“Christ you have a tight little cunt,” Rick gritted out.

Honestly, he surprised himself you managed to take all of him in, but he knew you were in pain. He wanted to give you time to adjust to his length, even if your clenching walls were driving him mad. Though, you could tell by his tight grip on your hips, staying still was driving him mad.

To distract yourself from the pain, you turned your head back to look up at him and pulled him down for another kiss. This time, his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring the wet space.

During the kiss, you finally started bouncing up and down in his lap. He helped guide you, keeping you at a steady pace. 

With your tight pussy squeezing around him, Rick couldn’t keep the pace you had set. He started thrusting his pelvis up and moved you down on him faster. Eventually, you were no longer in any control while he fucked you. Then, he pulled you out completely and rammed back into you, slamming you down.

“Rick!” You screamed, a sensitive spot now hit.

He did it again and again, your screams growing louder each time he hit your sweet spot. 

Each of your breaths was growing heavier, and his fast pace was now ragged. He hit you once more and your head fell back against his chest, a loud moan leaving your lips. Your cunt clenching and finally releasing around him.

With just a few more thrusts, Rick’s hips bucked into you and he held you still for one moment so he could cum inside you. You felt his cock pulse with each hot spurt in you, causing a shiver. 

After, he moved you only a few more times slowly for you each to ride out your climaxes. Once done, he pulled you off of him and stood up.

Rick wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him as you each steadied your breathing.

“So, I take it you’ll start acting normal now when we’re alone?” He asked you.

“I’ll probably heat up thinking about this.”

“I’m fine with that too.”