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your central theme for this year deals with self expression, creativity, romance, children or your inner child as well as your health. You'll be refining your daily routine and approach your life with more structure and purpose instead of spontaneously doing what you want. A lot of you may have struggled with creative burn out or procrastination in the previous year but you'll be pushed out of your comfort zone when it comes to that. I see that some of you will sit down with yourself and really ask, "will a much younger and naive and vulnerable version of me truly look up to me or be happy with what I've become and who I am as a person?" In this question you'll find your answers and the changes you need to make. You might be a bit critical of yourself initially but understand that constrictive criticism towards yourself and making and effort afterwards is also a healthy thing to do. Some of you might even turn a turn a possible passion into a part of your daily life this can be getting a job that you're truly happy about it something that lets you fit in what you want to do into your daily routine efficiently. You might face situations that will test your resilience. You'll learn how to not emotionally lash out in situations. Keep your cool and decorum and navigate accordingly. You'll also learn how to pick your battles carefully. relationships will be significant focus. You'll learn who to associate with, who not to, how to show up for yourself and the significant people in your life. How to establish boundaries between you and the ones you consider acquaintances as well. Not everyone is your friend and shouldn't be. Some of you might be interacting with a lot of people possibly for career related purposes. Learn when to unwind, detach and take time solely for yourself. Don't fall into the trap of people pleasing. Certain relationships might be deepening too. Some of you might change homes or completely renovate your existing home. Some of you might be asserting your independence within your family as well. Others of you might be leaving your home/parents home and venturing off by yourselves learning how to navigate the world on your own and finding your voice. Your immediate environment will also play a prominent role in your life this year. Also expect a lot of short trips, learning and networking. Start of year: Focus on grounding yourself and building a solid foundation. It's okay to take things slow you're not running a marathon. Bring your focus on long term plans, establishing security at the same time enjoying life's pleasures.

Middle of year: Refine, work with diligence, keep a tracker or planner/journal, health(mind and body) will be primary focus.

End of year: Step into the spotlight and celebrate your growth. Look back at yourself with pride.

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Your most transformative year yet. Central theme of destiny and finding one's soul's purpose. You'll be stepping out of your comfort zone regardless of the type of comfort it brought you and venture out into the unknown. The change will be profound and unlike anything you've experienced but it has been a long time coming. This will transform you into the person you're meant to be. Don't be scared. You have wanted this. Financial matters, inheritances, joint ventures might also play a role in your growth. Intuition will be at an all time high be sure to listen to what your instincts are telling you before being persuaded by the masses. You'll also be making a lot of meaningful connections this year. You'll finally be taking off a mask and freeing yourself from a cage you had put yourself in or felt you were in. You'll be honing your existing skills and learning new ones and will be manifesting opportunities extensively for yourself. All you need is blind faith. You'll be pushed to trust the unseen and the unknown. Put logic aside when it comes to your dreams and goals and other pursuits this year. Things will only make sense by the end of it. You'll be stepping into a more leadership role this year. People will be inspired by your confidence as well as charisma. There may even be a drastic change in your overall appearance or the way you talk and present yourself. Some of you might be moving away states or countries. It will be because it's time for you to pursue your dreams fearlessly. It's not about chasing them anymore, it's about making them a part of your reality so that it becomes normal and not something out of reach. A lot of people will be enamored by you and you might end up becoming their muse. You might also feel deeply connected to your spiritual side as well and have related experiences. Many experiences, places, people and even your dreams will inspire you immensely. Lot of deja vu moments as well. Again, trust in your gut feeling about places and people. You'll feel deeply connected to something this year, it will feel like home somehow or a part of you. This year is about finding the lost pieces of yourself and building cathedrals within your soul. You have immense power. Trust it. Start of year: A focus on building meaningful partnerships. Forging new ones too. (Professional, romantic or personal) Collaborations and commitments as well.

Middle of year: Communication, learning, trips, networking, ideas and recognition. Collecting and making a lot of memories. Lot of mental stimulation.

End of year: Significant development in your professional life, building a legacy, fame, reputation and taking note of your personal achievements.

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Your central theme is personal growth through higher learning, expansion of ideas and unconventional approaches to life. This year is big on exploration as well as travel for you. You may have been following the norms or what's expected from you for a long time or because that was the only thing that was available to you so haven't yet gotten the chance to step out of the box but this will be changing now. This year also emphasizes focused determination and victory. All your obstacles will be overcome with sheer discipline. Remember where your awareness and focus goes, energy flows. Things will also gain momentum this year compared to the previous one so don't be surprised if things start coming through all at once after a period of stagnation. This is a good year for your creative pursuits as well as love. If you're a lover girl/lover boy, congratulations! Please romanticize your life even further actually. I feel as though you'll find someone or friends and people who are just as willing to pour into you and give as much as you do. You'll be learning to receive and nurture this year. Some of you might also be going for higher education which in itself is a huge achievement, please be proud of you and your academic achievements. You'll be very proficient in problem solving and finding clarity too. Your head will feel less like an entanglement of sizzling wires. you will be attracting individuals who balance out your energy and propell you forward as well. A lot of exchange of ideas and experiences. You may also want to build a community or become a part of one. A lot of you will be finding new hobbies as well and actually be sticking to them. Deep transformation is also unavoidable. Certain hidden aspects or information might come up but it will bring you more clarity than trauma. You will learn how to make proper financial investments or receive money from unknown or unconventional resources. You'll also feel like a version of you has died and is long gone but a new one blooms and makes sure those around you bloom as well. I feel a lot of you will make sure you turn your life into art/a cinematic experience this year no matter what. Start of year: You'll be cautious and communicative, pursuing knowledge and expanding your network. Let your voice be heard, let your ideas be known. New conversations, contracts, opportunities etc.

Middle of year: Noticeable and visible progress in every area of your life. Enjoy your journey.

End of year: A more balanced and harmonious energy, a focus on relationships as well as making yourself and your surroundings more beautiful.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey! So I had this Hurt comfort fic idea with Charles where she is engaged to him. Have you seen the video about the crowd in Montreal surrounding him? So something like them arriving and he's signing and clicking pics through the crowd holding her hand and the crowd and paps goes a bit haywire and she is separated and then visibly very hurt and injured because of that. And Charles is angry and protective, with the "Idc about myself but if anyone touches/hurts you I lose it" or something similar. Add drama and spice as you feel

Thank you Babe ❤️

A Step Too Far || CL16

Warnings: fluff, angst, implied smut WC: 1.9k

Charles could remember the first time he met your father. Obviously it wasn’t the first first time but it was the first time as your boyfriend, and that made it more important than any of the times they met in the paddock. Toto had gripped his hand tightly as they shook, pulling the younger driver closer to whisper in his ear.

“That’s my daughter, Charles, you put her above all else. It’s my job to protect her, and I’m trusting you here.”

“I understand, sir. I’ll keep her safe.”

“What did he say?” you asked as you left for your date.

“Nothing, ma chérie,” Charles assured you with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

For three years he had kept that secret promise religiously, even as his popularity grew beyond his wildest expectations. He couldn’t walk down the street without being recognised, crowds gathering and people asking for photos or signatures. It wasn’t exactly new for you having grown up the way you did, but Charles’ fans were far more excitable and passionate than the ones who met your father.

Monza 2023

Everywhere you looked it was a sea of red supporters, the tifosi out in force to celebrate the third and fourth places Ferrari had taken in the race. You could see the equal parts of pride and disappointment on Charles’ face as he watched Carlos take the third step on the podium.

After heading back to his driver room, he collapsed into a chair with a groan and hung his head in his hands. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head, wrinkling your nose at the sweat that dampened his dark hair. “That was a hell of a fight, baby.”

His grunt told you he thought otherwise but he placed his hand over yours and gave it a soft squeeze. “I almost had it, amour.”

“I know.” You nuzzled into his neck until his shoulders bunched up and he wriggled with a laugh at his ticklish spot.

“Okay, okay, no more moping,” he said as he stood up and turned to face you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You held up your hand that had a sparkly new ring resting upon it. “Or I wouldn’t have said yes.”

“I’m very glad you did.” He smiled as he took your hand and kissed the engagement ring. “I need to shower. There’s room for one more…”

Charles kept you tucked close to his side as he made his way through the lines of fans to where his car was pulling up. You were running late once again, after being distracted while you were meant to be getting dressed to go out for dinner. He left your side for only a moment to open your door but that moment was all it took as the metal barriers separating the crowd came crashing down and they surged forward.

The sight and the sound gave you a fright and you stepped back instinctively. “Charles!” He turned at your panicked tone and watched with horror as your heeled foot missed the curb, twisting painfully as you fell. For a second he lost sight of you in the sea of red and he was spurred into action.

“Back up! Get out of my way!” he shouted to the crowd as he pushed his way to you. Rage filled him as he found you crumpled beside his car, arms wrapped protectively around your head while the bodies finally started to give you room. Tears blurred your vision as pain radiated from your ankle and suddenly you were weightless as a familiar pair of arms picked you up. “Amour, are you hurt?”

You could hardly hear him as the crowd demanded his attention, screaming as they waved hats and posters in his direction. The look he sent them should have been warning enough but they were too high on his presence to notice.

“Amour?”

“My ankle,” you admitted with a wince as it was jostled.

He released a torrent of expletives under his breath as he carried you to the driver’s seat and climbed in with you on his lap, your legs hanging over onto the passenger seat. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he apologised as he kissed your temple and pulled out of the hotel.

“It’s not your fault, Charles, I should have been paying more attention.”

“You got hurt because of me, that’s the only reason they were there. Shit.” His eyes darted to the centre screen as it announced an incoming call from Toto and he hit the accept button on the steering wheel.

“You haven’t lost your watch again, have you?” Toto greeted, his voice thick with amusement.

“We are almost there,” he replied as he turned onto the street where the restaurant reservation was booked. “We just ran into some trouble with some fans.”

The silence was deafening until it was broken by the scratch of a chair being pushed back on a wooden floor followed by the click of your father’s footsteps. “Trouble?”

You watched the door to the restaurant open and your father ignored the concierge as he stepped to the curb Charles was pulling up to. “This should be fun.” Charles grimaced at your words and ended the call as Toto tucked his phone away and opened the passenger door.

Toto stared at the empty seat before dragging his eyes across the space to find you on your fiancé’s lap. “Hi papa.”

“Don’t hi me,” he tutted as he walked around and moved the valet along with a wave of his hand. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” you assured him as you accepted his hand out of the sports car. “You two are as dramatic as each other.”

The flare of pain was sudden and impossible to hide when your shoe touched the pavement, the joint weakly giving underneath you. If not for Charles behind you it would have been much worse but he took your weight and kept you upright.

“What the fuck have you done to my daughter, Leclerc?” You found yourself in a tug of war, but you were the rope. Your father tried to pull you out of his arms but your yelp of pain froze the very air. He relinquished his fight and raised his hands before pointing a damning finger at Charles. “Hospital, now.”

“But I’m hungry,” you whined as he instantly moved to follow the order, stepping back towards the Ferrari. “Can’t we go after dinner, please?”

You turned your pleading eyes to your father and watched his resolve weaken.

“No,” Charles interrupted before Toto could agree and you turned to him with a look of betrayal. “Don’t look at me like that, amour. I can’t bear to see you in pain, especially when it’s my fault.”

“At least you take ownership,” Toto muttered. “Susie and I will bring you dinner. Go.”

There was no room to argue, not that Charles would. He respected your father too much for that.

“You need to make a statement,” Toto said tiredly as he sat in the hospital chair opposite Charles. You were on the bed separating them, enjoying the lack of pain while the drugs did their job and waiting for the moonboot to be fitted. “Something like this cannot be allowed to happen again.”

“He didn’t exactly give them permission, papa.”

Charles cut you a look out the corner of his eye before nodding to Toto. “I’ll make sure of it, sir. It might be time to hire some security.”

Your father barely hid his scoff as he muttered, “Better late than never.” Toto sat up straighter and rubbed his tired eyes. “These are things you will need to think about even more in the future, especially when you have children of your own - you’ll realise you can’t wait until something bad happens before making changes. You need to start thinking about the future now, son.”

Charles’ stare turned out the window as he took the advice seriously. You could see the contemplation set in hard lines across his face. The look turned sad when the nurse arrived with the moonboot you would need to wear for at least two weeks and he started to withdraw into himself as he pulled his phone out. Only a few moments later you saw your phone light up with a notification that he had posted to his Instagram.

“Good man,” Toto said as he read the statement that in no uncertain terms warned his fans there would be consequences if they couldn’t respect the boundaries set.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Yes,” they both answered adamantly.

“You are all set to go, darling,” the nurse said with a soft smile. “Rest up, and if there are any concerns just come right back.”

After thanking her you hobbled along, sandwiched between your father and fiancé, to the underground car park where the car was waiting.

“I’ll come back to your hotel, make sure you get inside safely,” your father said as he opened your door and kissed your cheek.

“His fans have probably all run away by now.”

“I think you’re underestimating the tifosi. I’d rather not take the risk.”

Toto was right, because if anything there were even more fans lining the entrance to the hotel than before. Only this time there was also more security.

You were quickly ushered through to the quieter reception area where Toto shared a look that said ‘I told you so’ before bidding a goodnight and heading his own way back. The elevator ride to the penthouse suite was silent and it wasn’t the comfortable silence you were used to. It grew heavier with each level and you were itching to get out of the confined space by the time the doors opened.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered as Charles pulled his shirt off and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“I broke my promise,” he said as his shoulders sagged further, like he was moments from imploding on himself. “I swore to your father I would protect you.”

“Charles, I love you, but you can’t protect me from the world - no matter what my father thinks.” You crawled over the duvet and onto his lap so you could cup his face. “I don’t blame you and it is me who is going to be marrying you, not him.”

His brows pinched together. “I hadn’t even thought about children.”

“What?”

“After the wedding, having children - what that would be like in this environment. I hadn’t thought about it. I obviously knew it’s what I wanted for us down the line but now…it’s a little scary to think what might happen to them.”

“Char, there’s no rush. We don’t know what our future will look like in five years, or ten.” You stroked his cheeks and dipped your head forward to kiss his pouting lips. “Just focus on the here and now, baby. Forget what happened out there. In here, it’s just you and me, and a king sized bed that’s far too neatly made.”

“It is pretty neat.”

“So why don’t we mess it up?”

His eyes flicked to your legs draped over his, lingering on the bulky boot. “Amour?”

Your fingers were already running down his chest, reaching for the waistband of his trousers he had worn to dinner. “You won’t hurt me. You could never hurt me. I trust you.”

[only10th]

Thinking about a what if A-Yuan remembers being placed in the hollow tree by Wwx? What if he remembers Wwx and his family?

When A-Yuan woke up and realized he was in CR he expected for his Xian-gege to appear around the corner. It only made sense since rich-gege was there. Even tho it only happened once, A-Yuan noticed how close his Xian-gege stood to the Rich-gege, and how they moved almost in a synchronized manner.

“Rich-gege, where Xian-gege?”

There’s only silence from the Lan cultivator, eyes already watering and tears quickly flowing down his face. The reaction has A-Yuan confused. Why would rich-gege cry? He saved him and Xian-Gege from the scary people, just like Xian-gege said he would.

The child looks around, patiently waiting. He knows Xian-gege loves to play hide and seek, it’s their favorite game after all! Oh, maybe rich-gege felt sad because Xian-gege kept winning! So, A-Yuan moves closer to LWJ, softly patting his cheek and whipping the tears away. “S’okay! Xian-gege is good at playing hide and seek, sometimes he hides really good! I’ll help you find him!”

That only seems to make the man want to curl onto himself, harsh sobs being wrenched from his chest. He was holding on to something, clutching it close to his chest as if it was part of him. A child can be curious, so he tries to see what it is. He gasps when he notices the red fabric. It’s Xian-Gege’s red ribbon!

“You found it!” A-Yuan celebrates, “Xian-Gege lost it. He’ll be so happy that rich-gege found his ribbon!”

“A-Yuan…” LWJ whispers brokenly. Nothing more comes from him, but now the child is a bit concerned as to why Rich-Gege is crying so much. It reminded him of when he’d see Xian-gege crying and he didn’t like when he cried. So he tries to gather himself and give rich-gege a hug, but the man winces loudly when he tries to round his arms over his shoulders.

“Rich-gege…?” A-Yuan asks alarmed, now noticing the red staining his pretty white robes. Xian-Gege always talked about how he liked rich-gege’s robes, how pretty it made him look even though they looked like mourning robes. The stain only seemed to grow bigger, and only then is when the child starts to panic, “Xian-gege? Xian-Gege will help! Xian-gege, stop hiding, rich-gege needs help!”

“Wangji?” Someone unexpectedly comes speed walking into the room. More people with white robes come into the room, all their faces with alarm and worry. By instinct, A-Yuan stands in front of LWJ. Xian-Gege told him that Rich-Gege was the only good person he knew from the sect that wore white robes, they couldn’t be trusted.

“S-Stay away!” A-Yuan warns, his small body blocking the larger man behind him. “Don’t h-hurt rich-gege, o-or Xian-gege will be mad!”

The healers and LXC can only look at the child, perplexed at how he protected LWJ. Even more so at the term of endearment used to describe their HGJ and the late YLLZ.

LXC tries to step closer, but that only makes the child puff his chest and stretch his arms wider, just like Ning-ge had taught him. “Young one, we are here to take care of Wangji. We won’t bring any harm to him.”

A-Yuan stares at the man that looks similar to LWJ, but he can’t help but be cautious of him. The child shakes his head, “Xian-gege said not to trust anyone that’s not Rich-gege. Xian-Gege and A-Yuan help rich-gege.”

There’s clear conflict in LXC eyes as he looks at the boy and then at his brother. Has Wangji not told him the news yet? But his priority was to take care of Wangji’s wounds, and he could easily just go around the child, but that would only cause trouble. So he nods in understanding, kneeling until he is at eye level with the boy.

“You are a fierce protector, I must admire that. However, my didi needs help. His wounds… are far too great.”

“Then Qing-jie can help! Qing-jie is the best doctor!”

LXC pressed his lips together before sighing, “I’m afraid… Wen Qing is not here to help us.”

Qing-jie still hasn’t come back? But Xian-gege told him she’d come back with Ning-ge. He looks around one more time… where is everyone? Why hasn’t Xian-Gege come out of his hiding place? The boy backs up until his back collides with LWJ's chest, who instantly wraps his arms around him and envelopes him in a tight embrace.

“Rich-gege… Wh-Where is Xian-gege?”

LWJ inhales sharply and then in a mere whisper he says, “I’m sorry…”

It doesn’t make sense, why would he apologize? He didn’t like any of this… he didn’t like the sour feeling in his stomach and he didn’t like how sad rich-gege looked. “I want Xian-gege…”

“I’m sorry, A-Yuan…. I’m sorry…” LWJ repeated with grief, more tears flowing down his cheeks. He had the same expression Xian-Gege had when he woke up after Ning-ge brought him back from his trip. It was scary to see Xian-gege and Ning-ge fighting. “I couldn’t protect him… please, forgive me…” LWJ sobbed as he hugged the child tighter.

At some point, A-Yuan’s eyes started to sting with tears. He wanted his Xian-gege and his popo, and Qing-Jie, and Ning-ge… where were they…?

“Where is Xian-gege…?” He asked again but this time with tears slowly falling down his cheeks. He couldn’t take it anymore, the uncertainty. The sad look the people in white gave him and rich-gege crying.

With a shove, he escapes the safe, warm embrace and scrambles out of the bed and runs past everyone and out of the nice house. The world outside was brighter, it almost blinded him how the sky was so blue and there was green everywhere. It was so unlike the grey and darkness casting over the mountain that he called home.

“Xian-gege!!” A-Yuan screamed as he ran, ignoring the calls from the people in the house. “A-Niang! A-Niang!”

The boy ran, and ran until his little legs couldn’t carry him any longer. He hadn’t realized where he was going, but he found himself surrounded by tall trees. It was too much. He just wanted his A-Niang to come get him. So he cried for him. He cried for his family to come get him.

“A-Yuan!” Someone called desperately, “A-Yuan!”

“A-Niang…?” He swears he saw a flutter of dark robes through the trees, but once the person came into the light he realized it was LWJ. Despair and fear clouded his features as he called for the boy, and it reminded him when he got lost in the market and had met rich-gege for the first time.

Rich-gege was safe, it’s what Wwx always said to him. So A-Yuan stands from where he was hiding and runs towards LWJ, clinging to his leg just like he had the first time.

LWJ instantly crumbles, picking and hugging the boy despite the bloody mess on his back. “A-Yuan…”

A-Yuan sniffles, burying his face on his chest. Staining his robes with tears, “Xian-gege…”

LWJ sucks in a sharp breath, “Gone… Forgive me…”

So both of them cry, being there for each other as they mourn the ones they lost.

[tealvenetianmask]

Hell's Belles and who Millie is in her relationships:

Hell’s Belles is light and cute, and the reaction I saw the most was people getting all heart-eyed over Sallie Mae, and she deserved all the love. But I think the short also gives us some real insights into Millie that people tend to overlook. And I think that’s relevant with Ghostfuckers coming up, where presumably (hopefully!) we'll learn more about her internal world and her friendship with Blitz. 

So what new information did we learn about our girl?

For one thing, it's clear that Millie and Sallie Mae are very close in age and their brothers are significantly younger. 

They ran things around the farm together and hung out all the time, probably throughout their childhoods. But I also have a hunch that Millie is the oldest- it’s just a hunch- no proof.

I think it’s because Sallie is so shaken up by her absence . . .

And also because of what we know about Millie's relationship with Moxxie. During most of the M&M centric arcs, she plays a supportive or protective role, rescuing her husband when he's in danger, comforting him when he's upset, and yes, giving him a reality check when he needs it.

In Unhappy Campers, we see that Millie believes her needs (to be supported in turn and celebrated for being her fantastic self) are neglected. A lot of youtube reactors were surprised, but I think it makes perfect sense.

This is a character with "eldest daughter syndrome," which means that she was raised to take on responsibility for others. She instinctively puts herself second and rarely thinks about it, until she realizes that her own needs are being neglected.

I think that even if Millie is the second-oldest, this still stands- I think she was the caretaker sibling, the most supportive, empathetic, and self-assured one. This is a good thing. Maybe she supported Sallie Mae through her transition. Maybe she made sure that the younger kids were taken care of and that all of the work around the farm was complete. I picture her doing all of this with the enthusiasm and joy that she brings to . . . you know . . . slaughtering dozens of enemies in one go.

I think we're seeing growth in Millie with regard to prioritizing her own needs in her relationships, even if a lot of that growth is happening in the background. In Hell's Belles, she tells Sallie Mae that their relationship is a priority without taking on all of the responsibility for that relationship herself.

So . . . we don't know much about how the friendship between Millie and Blitz started, but here's what I think based on what we know about their characters individually and the interactions we've seen.

Millie is super easygoing around Blitz and pretty tolerant of his quirky *cough- super invasive* behavior. She even plays into/encourages his sillier antics pretty often, and just generally seems to trust him as a leader/friend, and he admires her work in turn.

I think there's more to it. I think she's seen Blitz in some really dark places- did they meet in their early assassin days? Like, when Blitz was right out of his relationship with Verosika and reinventing himself?

I think that from what we know about the role Millie plays in her relationships, she was probably supportive at a time when Blitz really needed someone to be. (As for how this works with the timeline of when they each met Moxxie, maybe we'll find out!)

Anyway, I'm excited for Ghostfuckers and wish it weren't so far away. I like that it looks like there'll be some focus on Millie, and I hope we see her strengths on display (because that's always great) but also see some more of her depth. I don't think it's bad at all for her to be a caretaking/supportive friend, sister, and partner. But I guess my main message is- even though those are great things about her, she's more than that, so let's not overlook this awesome lady.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hiii since you mentioned that we should something I was thinking if you’d like to maybe write a Drabble about unstable!jk basically announcing and/or presenting oc as his partner and the reactions since he’s usually known as being reserved ? Most of his then already noticed but like maybe with Jin’s mother when they visited?

It's kind of his own fault. He should've told them before he came over. He should've known that, despite him hating that side of himself, he still is only partly human- some instincts of his other half still present and definitely awakening now more than ever with you at his side.

The moment Jin attempts to hug you, Jungkook can feel his body move- without his command, completely on autopilot as he puts himself between the taller alien hybrid and you, who's just as surprised about it as Jungkook himself is.

"Oh!" Jin's mother immediately claps her hands together, holding them in front of her face that's completely taken over by a warm smile of anticipation. "Don't tell me-?" She almost whispers, and Jungkook rubs his neck, before he reluctantly stands behind you again, unable to keep his hands to himself however, as he keeps homd of your sleeve in an attempt to be less.. well, obvious.

"Uhm.. yes. We're partners-" he starts, when he's instantly tackled by the older woman, who hugs him first, before she does you- taking a good look at you for a good moment with shining eyes.

"Oh that's so lovely! You two are absolutely adorable together- does he treat you well? He can be a bit rough sometimes, you gotta give him a smack on the head every now and then if he acts out you hear me?" She tells you, while Seokjin is laughing so much he has to hold his stomach. "He's a man with a heart as soft as powdered sugar- so don't feel like you've got to act well just to please him-"

"I'm sure she knows that.." Jungkook growls now, slowly pulling you back closer to him, his arms around you as he stands behind you, body pressed close. "...I take good care of her.." he mumbles almost annoyed- but you know, he's most likely just a bit shy right now.

Your hands find his to hold, as you smile at the woman.

"There's nothing to worry about." You tell her. "I trust him with my life any day." You say, feeling him home you just a bit closer.

"Oh, hear that? Seokjin! Don't just stand there and celebrate your brothers shame and put some food on the table, yeah?!" She scolds, before she helps him set the table with food and drinks.

"You mean it?" Jungkook asks as you both find a small moment just for yourselves.

"Of course." You say, turning around to look at him, before you lean up while pushing his shoulders down to you, in order to find enough leverage to press a kiss to his cheek. "Trust is what love needs to grow, after all." You day, and he forgets for a moment that you're not alone, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips-

The action instantly greeted by Seokjin laughing, and his mother almost jumping with joy.

[hermetiqa]

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Pile 1

Hello, Pile 1! This is a good day to start a reminder. This is your reminder to balance your connection with other people and with yourself. While it's important to connect with others and treasure your connection with them, it's also important to celebrate the good things in life. Watch out and be mindful of where you're feeling stuck or overwhelmed, whether mentally or emotionally. You might be carrying too much weight on your shoulders right now and this is the perfect time to reassess your approach to your career and taking good care of yourself too. Let yourself be open to new emotional experiences such as relationships, whether romantic, platonic, or familial and other creative opportunities that could enhance your relationship with others and with yourself. Forgive people who had wronged you, not because they deserve it, but because this will give you peace. Take a step back and let yourself have the time to nurture yourself and lighten your load by sharing responsibilities with other people. Let other people help you. And maybe it's time to start putting down some of the burdens that are no longer serving you. Learn to let go.

Pile 2

Hello there, Pile 2! I can see that you're going through a tough time right now but this is coming to its end and healing is coming for you. You'll start anew and this is something stable, so continue moving forward and stay determined to your goals. You have control in your life and in whichever path you want to take. Your hard work will pay off and the only thing you need to do is to stay determined, don't lose hope. Allow this new beginning to lead you to success because I'm seeing a lot of contentment, emotional fulfilment, abundance and harmony in this path. This is your reminder not to lose hope because you're going through a stage that leads you to success and happiness. It might be a difficult time right now, but it will come to fruition. Let yourself be open to the new opportunities that are coming your way. Keep moving forward and stay determined.

Pile 3

Hello, Pile 3! I feel like you're going through a time full of uncertainties or sudden changes. Things might not be as they seem and there might be some sudden energy shifts that are happening right now. I know, change is scary. But this is your reminder that you have the courage and energy needed to deal with these changes. Let your courageous self be in the open. Let yourself be open to receiving new beginnings and opportunities, and trust your instincts as you go through this time of huge transformations. This might be transformations related to people in your life, to yourself as a person or in your life in general. This is also your reminder to ask for guidance from people who can give you the stability and wisdom you need as you go through these sudden changes. You're a passionate and curious person. Let your passion and curiosity lead you to a better future that's waiting for you at the end of the tunnel.

[verystrxxwberry]

MCL NEW GEN; “Could you hug me?”

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, mcl new gen routes x reader, comfort, when you ask them if you could get hugged. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It was about time I did this for the new gen routes as well, so here it is! 

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❖ DEVON ;; Fatherly reassuring hugs. It wasn’t the first time someone asked him that and it made him so happy when someone did! He could see that others trusted and relied on him whenever they were in their worst and that made him feel a huge amount of personal satisfaction. A glint of genuine happiness appears on his face the moment you ask him along with a big and brilliant smile. He doesn’t even think twice and wraps his arms around you. Devon’s hugs are really useful to recharge your battery or to feel comforted after an exhausting day. One of his hands resting on your back as the other gives a small massage to your scalp, “someone had a bad day?” He’d ask with a low and soft tone to not interrupt the peace in the environment. He is willing to listen to you and hold you for as long as you need. He has a protective instinct which appeared when he was younger and had to care of other little kids, so he is caring and gentle by nature with those he cares about. He hugs you as if he feared that you’d disappear after his embrace.

❖ ROY ;; He’s willing to initiate physical contact whenever you need it, he is a big hug enjoyer. The moment you ask him his heart melts. You were too adorable to say no, and he wonders what a heartless creature could say no to your cute request. “That’s for sure, come here.” He’d sit on the bed and open his arms widely for you to get into them. The moment he wraps his strong arms around you, you won’t be able to escape. He’d lie down with you on top of him. Your head rests comfortably over his chest, hearing the soft and calm beating of his heart. He’d caress your cheek gently with one hand as the other rests over your waist. Soft kisses would be pressed against your forehead every now and then, his eyes exploring your features spontaneously to try to identify what you were feeling. “You are always welcomed in my arms, you know?” He’d mumble. You’d get reassured with his sweet words and kisses as he holds you as if you were the most valuable treasure in the world.

❖ AMANDA ;; Her hugs are just as fancy as she is, it is as if you bought something for a good price and a good quality since her embrace would never leave you unsatisfied. Though she normally hugs people when she is celebrating something. At first you’d see a surprised expression on her face, as she didn’t expect to see you in such a vulnerable state, but soon her glance softened. Her heart started beating fast, almost not believing the fact that you were asking her that, the warmth reaching her blushed cheeks. With a timid and little giggle she takes your hand, drawing you closer in a slow motion towards her body. “Did something happen or is it just a whim?” Her sweet voice speaks with an affectionate undertone, finally wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin over your shoulder. No matter if you hugged for comfort or for the urges or simply feeling her in your arms, she’d hold you warmly. When she separates to look at your face, her hands would still be resting on your waist, then she’d ask “do you need it longer?” And this would lead into a cuddle session.

❖ THOMAS ;; Yeah, uh… no. He’d stare at you and wonder if you seriously want a hug. “Why exactly?” He’d raise an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for a logical explanation to understand that sudden urge for a hug from him. No matter if he still didn’t understand it was what you needed the most for comfort, he did it. Thomas’ hugs aren’t the most comfortable at first, because you can basically feel how tense he is in your arms. He thought that he’d be more uncomfortable in your arms, but he started to relax along with you once seconds passed. You were his partner, it was fair to not only enjoy your presence but also the warmth your body gave to his cold skin. After an inner monologue in which he considered all the reasons to hug you, he finally decided to let his hands wander carefully from your shoulders to the middle of your back, carefully caressing you as if it was forbidden for him. “Is this alright?” He’d mutter against your cheek, pressing what seemed a little kiss there. Oh, you were much better since his cold heart warmed a little just to be such a softie for you.

❖ JASON ;; A loud laugh floated through the air seconds after you asked him that silly request. He’d clean some invisible tears before looking down at you, expecting you to say that it was a joke. But you seemed to be serious. “Oh, you’re not joking.” He’d comment to himself and sigh, caressing his frown. He’d look around to check that there is no one and then he’d pass an arm around your shoulders, “missed me, kitten?”  Once again, his smug smirk takes control of his expression. He is surprisingly gentle with the way he holds you, it makes you think that you were embracing another person and not Jason. He pats your back, trying to comfort you, but will stop and press you closer, searching for your own warmth. He won’t confess that he is enjoying it, but he is doing so. For as long as it lasts, he’ll keep the silence, burying his nose into your hair and taking a deep breath; he’ll respect that maybe you need that hug. Then he’d separate and tease you a little, “my services aren’t cheap, kitten. So… what are you willing to give me back for this hug?”

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 58 (Adopted by Another Stray!)

On a rainy autumn night, Mayor Whiskers started scratching feverishly at the front door. Heather got up to let him out, but a small, soaked black cat raced through the opening and into the bedroom at the end of the hall.

This black cat was nervous and aloof, and it took several attempts to lure her from under the bed with treats. But she liked Buttercups as much as any pet, and Heather slowly earned her trust.

"She's cute," acknowledged Conrad. "But we've already got two cats and Gord!"

Heather smiled at the untrained stray. "She needs a good home, and she seems comfortable here," she said. "I know our life is always busy and our upstairs hallway looks like a cheap greenhouse right now, but one more cat won't hurt!"

Conrad wasn't going to seriously argue against adding another pet to their household, and Heather took their new black cat to her clinic next door for a check up. One x-ray made clear why she suddenly wanted a warm roof - she was expecting kittens. There was no way Heather would turn her out again in her condition.

"What we name her?" Ash wondered as he watched the cats play together outside.

"What do you think we should name her?"

"Cupcake!" he shouted. "I love cupcakes!"

Heather smiled. "Just Cupcake?"

Ash shook his head, grinning. "No, mommy. Queen Cupcake! Like King Tut!"

With that, Queen Cupcake had her name, and their new pet started to make herself at home. To celebrate, she picked a fight with Mayor Whiskers(!), but it wasn't long before Whiskers and Cupcake were nuzzling, as enamored with each other as Heather and Conrad! Heather was relieved the cat was already pregnant, but she made a note to have her spayed as soon as the kittens were born.

She was far more aggressive than any of her other pets, but Heather hoped this was a side-effect of her maternal instinct, hoping it might fade once she'd safely delivered.

"Training bad habits out of you might not be easy, huh?"

Queen Cupcake's responsive meow sounded distinctively like a 'yeah,' but cat-loving Heather was ready for the challenge.

Before long, Queen Cupcake delivered two small black kittens, the spitting image of their mother, named Duchess and Lady. Their house was overflowing with pets!

Heather's son was almost as friendly with cats as his mother, and loved spending time with Queen Cupcake's tiny new kittens.

"These kitties small like me, mommy." Ash could pick up Duchess and Lady, who fit in the crook of his small arm, to pet their fuzzy black fur. "They soft."

They bought a self-cleaning litter box to try to handle the influx of felines, but all five cats still preferred to use the old one that needed manual cleaning, much to their dismay.

"What if we just got rid of it?" suggested Conrad. "Then they'd have to use the new one, right?"

"I know we should," said Heather. "I have a feeling the Watcher keeps meaning to do that, but you and I are both neat so we just keep cleaning it and she forgets."

"Are we talking about the Watcher Watcher making changes while we sleep, or are you saying the Watcher made you forget to throw out the old one?"

"Maybe both?" She laughed as their conversation bordered on ridiculous. No one got her sense of humour as much as he did. "What if the cats are just attached to the old one?"

Conrad considered this. "The old one does have a certain smell... Should we be worried about a Watcher who's so disorganized?"

Heather shrugged. "She helped the doctors save my son, so I won't begrudge her one smelly litter box."

"Fair point," agreed Conrad with a smile. "I'll go get the scoop."

Active full-time jobs, five cats, a dog, and a toddler kept Heather and Conrad busy, but they still carved out every moment they could together - which usually meant crashing on the couch to watch their favourite shows until they fell asleep.

They worked hard, but their life together was a perfect fit. ->

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NOTE: Me, writing about how stressed and busy they are as a slightly meta dig at my own gameplay this gen, proceeding to add 3 cats. Honestly it's for Heather because more cats don't stress her out at all. She also always needs to have 2 cats per the challenge rules and Boomer is getting up there, so I'm game. I might not keep all five forever but Queen Cupcake is here to stay.

WCIF Sofa Pose? Cozy Couple by @toofcc. I really love it, and it's exactly what I was looking for! Thank you for sharing!

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pac/pap: how can you rejuvenate yourself this spring

take what resonates leave what doesn't - nothing is 100% for you because these aren't personalized so please no angry comments or dms about what i am saying not being a good fit for you or that you "don't claim" just keep scrolling if that is the case. be kind, self reflect, and have fun.

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pile one

it is time to hit a rest button - it is not too late for you to begin again. take inventory of life right now. what needs to go in your life? when you identify these things, habits, and people, realize that now is the time to declutter. keeping these things, habits, and people in your life is just holding you back and sabotaging you from living your best life.

now is the time to be more empathetic, compassionate and emotionally intelligent - start with yourself first and foremost. life is hard and at the end of the day it is just you against the world, so be kind and protect yourself. create boundaries to protect yourself from others who are trying to disturb your peace.

lead others and be a voice of authority and stability in the tough times ahead. try your best to remain calm and hold your ground. rely on your instincts to be mature and confident around others that might try to knock you down. now might be the time for you to take a trip so that you can cool off and get away from situations that might be negatively effecting you.

pile 2

celebrate everything you can. reflect on where you are in life and what you have achieved - celebrate it. the more you show enthusiasm, the more you will find yourself feeling pleased in life. you have to balance all that hard work someway, so do so in a way that brings you joy (shop, go out, take a trip, etc).

this the spring is an end of something and the start of something entirely new. let it end - allow yourself to see everything that has happened as a lesson (nothing is without purpose). peace is coming so just practice some gratitude in the meantime, and you will find yourself in a better spot. start making space for new things.

you are fighting for your happiness, but i feel like more and more challenges and obstacles are bound to arise. be assertive and strategic instead of defensive. show courage in the face of adversity. listen to your intuition during this time - the storm isn't over yet. focus only on what you can control and do so with grace.

pile 3

now is the time to be a bit more confident in yourself - you need to trust that you are capable of anything. have faith in the universe that it will protect you as you begin to live life more authentically and in the way you wish to. don't hesitate, don't worry about looking weak, and be comfortable with being vulnerable.

self-reflecting is a good thing but i get the sense that you might a bit too hard on yourself. release yourself from these harsh judgments - you aren't perfect, no one is so accept things that you view as faults/wrongdoings and move on. it does you no good to be too self-critical. look at spring as if this a new beginning - nothing from your past needs to be connected too you. begin again with a new outlook on life.

take breaks when you need them. you are hard on yourself so please take any chances you can to calm your mind and try out some introspection in regards to the pervious paragraph. are you creating your own stress and anxiety? meditation and sleep might be the cure - so rest, self-reflect, breathe, and calm yourself.

[silvershiningtarot]

PAC 18+ What’s The Destiny With You and Your FS In This Life?

*Take five seconds to breathe in and out, this took a lot of my energy but I hope you enjoy it and this is general reading take what resonate with you and your partner. You can pick more than one pile if you whatever resonate with your partner. Don’t look at pictures because they pretty, trust your instinct.*

Pile 1: The destiny between you and your FS in this life is that for some of you, you have a boy. Some of you are getting pregnant 🤰. You and them meant to call out the bullshit about people, most of you might have some intruders in your relationships. This old woman or this babymama or an ex might be sniffing around in your relationship with them. I heard them saying “She stressed me out”. Just be careful, it seems like this intruder will try to get your FS back to them. Or your ex will try to take you back. FIGHT BACK!!! You two will be done with people and these fake ass people. You two will start ghosting these motherfuckers. But I also feel that sometimes you or them will ghost you sometimes because space is needed. You and them are on a High Vibe Soulmate journey. You two mirror each other heavily, they will trigger you and you’ll trigger them. You two meant to be partners. This is your destiny with them. So you both are meant to start a business together for some of you. Or most of you is mostly like partnerships as a romance couple💘. BY THE WAY! I wanted to mention that you two are going to expose this intruder, or this intruder will expose you two. Boo 👻 ugly. So maybe 🤔 some of you wanna keep this relationship private but this fucking intruder will expose your relationship out to the world. Your FS might lived in Harlem or y’all might go do business over there. You’ll be riding your FS Face if you know what I mean 😋😛🤤🤤. Haha 😂 I can them say “I’m hungry for you”. So get ready ladies and gentleman. Haha 😂 I said it some of you might have so grip kitty 🐱 and most of you might have wet kitty. They’ll be into you deep, so they will always be attractive to you. I swear forbidden fruit 🍎 oh my goodness, they will take your virginity. You two are surprising each other’s with gifts 🎁. For some of you, this might be your true love ❤️ and you two will make each other happy. See!! Do you hear me calling! Do you hear them, they will send you messages even now they are. Oh yeah y’all be spoiling each other, very expensive stuff and dinners and restaurants. I feel like your FS is a nerd but in a good way they are. You two will have inside jokes and make fun of each other. Some of you might be your karmic soulmate and most of you I do believe this is your high vibe soulmate and two of you are on that journey together. This is your destiny with them. I’m hoping to take that chance with them. You or them have gotten cheated on and this ex will be an intruder. I think this ex cheated on them with a friend, both of you are impatient, don’t like to wait and vice versa. I don’t know if you or them are begging for forgiveness. Both of you need to stop covering up your feelings, be honest with each other no matter what because exes and people sense problems in a relationship especially if you lack in communication! So communicate with your partner always and vice versa. I don’t give a shit if it hurts their feelings or yours. You better be honest with them. These exes and intruders aren’t playing around; they will want your FS with them again. Your FS or you might be a celebrity for some of you, I sense that maybe 🤔 might become a famous doctor or musician or just have followers. You two will be in business together. Your destiny with your FS is that you two have a higher purpose, so this is a big mission between you and them. You two have to ascend on a higher level to become spiritually awakened. Yass!! You two are destined to get out of darkness for some of you, you’ll get your freedom back and find your way out of it. Proud of you guys. Don’t be begging forgiveness from anyone. That goes for you and your partner but I’m also getting that if you two argue that yes they will beg for your forgiveness. Vice versa. Yasss!!! This is destined to be your high vibe soulmate for some of you, oh my goodness I’m screaming 😱. You two are soul tied for life. You’ll grow old with them and they will grow old with you. I believe that’s what they want too. So yeah this is your ultimate soulmate for some of you.

Extra Information: They are quite shy ☺️. They keep to themselves, they are quiet good listeners and vice versa as well. They will be concerned about you and you’ll be concerned about them. You two are each other’s best friend. I think that you two are an aggressive couple. Yes your partner is quiet and shy but when they argue with you, they have a strong tone. This is very much an old history love story between you and your partner very much wayyy back! Some of you might have been Juliet and your partner was Romeo. I feel like your love story starts from there. Or Egyptian times. This is very much a star-crossed lovers. This is your true love ❤️. I heard them say “Don’t give up on us, don’t give up.” They would want to be your Prince Charming becoming your knight. Let them be your hero. This is destiny for the two of you. Two of you might have a quick marriage and spiritual marriage. You two will go in a new direction together. Cutting off cords with people. I feel like you or your partner is social media fronting. They are the key 🔑 to your heart, they’ll be securing your heart. They made some mistakes in the past but don’t judge them and same thing with you as well. They won’t judge you. Somebody will be low-key hating around the two of you. Oh yeah for some of you that your FS is a rapper for some of you they are. Or you can be a rapper or become one. That’s why the two of you will do music together and you’ll take over the world with them. They have sexy eyes or you have sexy eyes. The ex knows their secrets. I don’t know if you or them might be mind controlled. Because what kind of industry they are in or you are in so please be careful and patient. They got captivated 🫣 I don’t know if you or them got trapped or this ex fucking trap them. You two will join accounts together, yes this is a partnership between you and them. Sometimes you and them will be giving each other the cold shoulder, being childish and petty ugh 😣 lame 😒 but you two will solve the issue together. You two think that it’s wrong timing ⏱️ but it isn’t this destiny and you two will heal your inner child and watch cartoons together and be humble. Masculine still searching they will be finding themselves again and they had lost themselves once.

Pile 2: For this pile, I sense that you’ll be the bride to be. They will give you a promise proposal to marry you, that’s so sweet 🥲 and funny that they’ll surprise you with engagement ring 💍. So you are destined to be married to your partner in this life. This is a fated connection. I sense you and your partner are the perfect match. But here’s the thing: either you or your partner will be clout hungry. Do anything for attention, trying to get famous or being a fake gangster. I think that they will put a lot of work into your ring. You or them or the both of you have low self esteem. You two lack self-confidence and probably people pleasers. Also feel like you two will join accounts together, becoming one together. Oh yeah see this is a marriage completion for some of you this is your true partner. You meant to marry them and this is your destiny with them. Two of you will solve the issues together. You two will be dealing with a lot of childhood trauma and I’m sorry that shit sucks. For some of you this is your soulmate and it is destined in this life that you two will be married. Future spouse and future wife came out so yeah this is your future partner and you are their future wife. This isn’t a joke like fucking deadass. Some of you ladies might be fuck girls as to where playa playa, you don’t want no string attach to you. I heard some of you guys have committed phobias. Don’t hurt them because you are not ready to be in a relationship and please be honest with them. Most of you dealt with unrequited love, maybe an ex cheated on you or dismissed you like they never had like you in the first place. Don’t take it out on the person who can make you happy 😊. You two will be heavily attracted to each other and they can’t get enough of you and you can't get enough of them. I’m hearing that song by August Alsina “ I can’t get enough of your drugs”. So yeah they won’t get enough of you and vice versa. You two will argue and fight a lot about the past, they will get on your nerves and you will get on them. Space is needed for the both of you, once you two come back from that space you’ll make amends with them and vice versa. Both of you will have a mutual understanding, they’ll respect your boundaries and decisions and vice versa. This is part of the plan, this is part of your destiny with them. They’ll be so tongue tied around you, they're not gonna know what to say to you. Because the both of you are stupid in love with each other but in a good way. I feel that most of you might settle for the love you think you deserve. Bullshit!! If there's someone out there treating you like shit dump their ass, I don’t care if they are friends, family, or even just someone you are talking to. That goes for your partner as well. When I think of A-List celebrities I think that you or them or the both of you will be well known for what you do. Having a lot of followers, hosting Hollywood parties and probably Instagram famous celebrities is what I’m feeling. There’s a lot of misinformation here. I don't know if you or them or someone will get the wrong info. Don’t trust the media or gossip. They might bottle up a lot of emotions, holding it in and vice versa. Someone kept your partner silent, I felt that this might happen in past life with the two of you before. They are struggling in music careers again for some of you might be doing music or they are. But nobody is listening to their message and maybe a label shoved them to the side. This is you or them destiny to not trust your family, if you have fucked up families then that family is from your past life that hurt you, shouldn’t trust them. Vice versa. I won’t say that your partner or you are like that but there’s some sexually nasty people on social media they might be watching you so be careful. You or your partner might be desperate for attention, I don’t think your partner didn’t get much attention at home when they were younger. You two might be going through a lot of personality clashes as in were mixing up your energy with other people.

Extra Information: You two go through a lot of low self-esteem. Don’t mix up your personalities with other people and I felt that you and your FS do that a lot. You or your partner is young at heart and it’s like a teenage dream with you and them, it’s a dream come true. You two might have a sex under the moon, or you two love having sex under the moon 🌙. Oh yeah, a lot of hot sessions with each other. Deep kissing, making out a lot. Passionate couples. You two are the fast paced couples, it’s like you can’t go at a slow pace with them. You might move in with them for about six months. You two are cheerleaders blasting each other's music, or whatever career they have or you have, they will blast you out. Oh see I was right! Business soulmates you two are, meant to work together. Build a company together, sharing opinions and ideas. Both of you will respect each other’s creativity and some of you might be unstable and not confident. Your partner has a dominant energy, they’re masculine as hell. They don’t play that shit. They are fighters and so are you. Fucking fighter! You’ll beat up anyone for them and vice versa and yes act like your person is here so you two are manifesting each other come into your life and vice versa. Both of you are wounded warriors, been heartbroken 💔 and you are trying to uplifted your femininity and masculinity. That’s for the both of you. If you or them are bisexual like men and women, if your partner likes men they are cool if they aren't that cool. If you like women and men, that's cool with your partner. I feel like your partner would love to watch you have a good time. This is your soul family, you guys are soul friends. You two will be soul searching for each other, this is fate between you and them. I do feel like your partner is controlling and like things their way and that’s how they like it. Private marriage you two will be having I’m feeling. Ultrasound oh yeah you having a baby. You two will be petty to each other. Your partner is charming and they are a fuck boy, very much player. You will be having a new perspective and same thing with them. You two will love waking up next to each other and y’all souls been searching for each other and you had found them and they had found you.

Pile 3: You and your partner are going to be more than friends. I think you two are going to confess your feelings for each other. I felt that’s part of your destiny with them, you two will have private dates and I think that they’ll make a confession to you that they like you and vice versa. This pile is similar to pile 1 but some of you are having a boy, so you two will be pregnant together. 🤰🏾I think that you two will be traveling together in Harlem, you two will be arguing about your situations, the both of you have to compromise with each other. Understand each other's feelings please. I felt that the both of you will be like the black power and probably be part of a movement like black lives matters. So both of you are probably part of the black culture. I feel like you or them want someone to talk to. Because the two of you have been lonely, sad and depressed lately. Send each other sweet text messages and maybe their love language is words of affirmation. I think that most of you are twin girls. Witches that’s good. I believe these girls will be light-workers or you two are light-workers healing ❤️‍🩹 wounds. Oh by the way you two will be triggering each other. I felt that some of you are nerdy or they are nerdy. I believe that you and your partner would love making each other laugh. If you or them or the both of you are gonna have unsupportive friends, I believe that’s a part of your destiny with them to realize that you too have unsupportive friends that don't support you or them. (Which is unfair in my opinion). Anyways, I don't know if you or them were a prostitute and they did some serious stuff while they were struggling or they were gonna sign some bad deals they might go into prostitution. That can be you! Look for my advice, please always double check what deals you make. Don’t sell out!. Oh yeah two will trigger each other, because of the past mistakes and these friends will trigger you guys too. Nunya haha 😂 it won’t be nobody's business anymore what the two of you do, even in private nobody won’t know crap. If an ex friend or girlfriend or whoever is trying to text them or you, two of you will say “NUNYA”. So fuck yeah good for y’all. I sense that some of you might be your high vibe soulmate, for some of you. But most of you believe that this is your true love ❤️, in this life. You two will grow old together, this reminds me of pile 1 very similar. You two have to deal with some karmic patterns, you'll have to get out of that comfort zone, all these past life fevers, you two will overcome it. I believe that your partner is very controlling and very picky as hell and vice versa. I understand in a sense I’m picky myself, but they like things their way, only their way. Please check them on that. I feel that you two have a Disney love story, like this very much like a fairytale story. You two will have your own love story. I think that you and some of y’all partners are out of this country, they don’t live here in America. For some of you, but most of you have a different background from you, they are probably religious. You two will have a interracial marriage, again because you two come from different backgrounds. I don’t know if some of y’all parents or their parents won’t approve to this marriage, but who gives a shit, love is love. Be happy 😃 you two. I feel that you and your partner love having debates with each other, having deep talks about anything.. which I love! So hell yeah! Both of you love having playful arguments and changing up subjects, I sense that the two of you are some babblers and so what, making fun of each other and just having a good time. Both of you love talking to each other, you guys have incredible conversations and chemistry. Very much of the preachy couples is what I’m sensing. There be times that when you two have debate it can get very passionate that leads into arguments and then some make up sex… 💋💋🤤yummy! You’ll be sorry because you said some things and they will be too. Then go straight into the bedroom, start fucking your brains out each other. Which I love.

Extra Information: You two won’t let these arguments get between you guys. You’ll never give up on them and they’ll never give up on you. I don’t know if you or your partner got bipolar disorder, you two will go through a lot together, especially through the rough times, I won’t go any deeper than this but maybe you or your partner got abused as a child or adult. Either way I’m sorry but it messed up your partner's mind or you. I can hear them crying saying “Nobody cares or nobody gets it.” I’m so sorry 😢 that shit brings tears to my eyes 👀. Both of you felt unrequited love by people who never returned back to you, maybe one of you will try to make up with your family. But some of you will feel like you made a mistake by trusting your family. So again in this life you won’t be trusting your family ever again. I feel like that’s part of your mission with them. A lot of clarity will happen for the both of you, so lifted up your veil and you’ll see the truth about your family or them. It’s going to trigger the fuck out of you and them. A lot of misinformation, you two or them will have a WTF moment, what the fuck just happened here. Because someone is going to be telling lies or either you or them or someone will be bragging on social media and running off with the mouth 👄. Be careful and always be honest with your partner no matter what. Again!! Oh my gosh, you’ll be marrying your husband soon! This is part of your destiny with them in your lifetime, you’ll have a happy ending with them. This might be your Boss daddy for some of you, they wear a suit and tie, probably a CEO of their own company, which is a good thing ladies and fellas. Yes you’ll have a happy ending with them and vice versa. This why you not going to fuck with your family anymore biological family, is because you meant to make your own family with them. Have your own kids and a husband. What does family mean to you? When you start to make your own family, you’ll realize this were you belong and feel loved 🥰 no matter what by them and your kids.

Pile 4: I feel like some of you might spend time in your husband's hometown in Harlem or traveling. Spend your anniversary with them down there. But I feel like most of you will be spoiled, I mean like really bratty. Oh in a sexual way you can be Daddy’s little girl or being that Diva. I think that they are BDSM. Some of you might be detached because I don’t know if this cougar old lady is going to interrupt your relationship. Or they had bad intentions with your partner. They might have had an entanglement with this old lady. Which sucks. But I believe that you two will become more preachy about black people or delve into black culture, studying it and learning about your culture. That’s you and your partner's destiny. You’re not delusional at all. This is your FS and vice versa, I think that denying this connection makes you feel like you don’t deserve this type of connection or love. But sweetheart you do because it meant to happen for you and your partner. This is your business soulmate, maybe that’s why you or them think that oh it’s not meant to be romantic but it is. But it is destiny for you and them to work together, collaborate and build a company together. I do feel like they will fight for you, both of you gotta make the effort. See! Sacrifice love, I think that one day you two will just say fuck it! Let’s do this and so they’ll fight for you and vice versa because you two have been through hell together even as business. I feel like you or them knows some secrets about Hollywood, so basically the two of you will start up a business together, some of you are musicians or they are. Directors or actors or actresses. They will be scrolling down through your Instagram page and vice versa, they are very opinionated people and same thing with you. I won’t say the two of you are judgmental but very opinionated people. So what! You or them have sexy eyes 👀 , I heard dreamy people have dreamy eyes. I felt that you two arguing for the first time you’ll be nervous for the first time with them. So the first argument with you two will be very scary 😦 or nervous 😬 as shit. Everything is all going good and then bam 💥 disagreements. So you will shoot at your shot at them. Because you two will trigger each other. Your Destiny in this lifetime with your partner, so many people will be cock blocking you guys, even friends and family. The reason why I said family is because karmic family. Some of you have karmic with families this is part of your destiny, learn the lesson you need to learned from them and then move on. I do feel like some of you will have family interrupted your relationship with your partner, a lot of you have friends who will cock block in the relationship always stick their nose into y’all business all wanna be up in your partner. I sense that this is a codependent relationship here, you two just wanna be alone but too much inference here. Yeah! I was right friends a lot of you is friends because I see just friends, so it will be buddies maybe some exes involved, I feel that some of you are friends with your exes or that can be your partner too. Just friends with an ex, my advice to you on that, don’t do that at all that’s why they are an ex for a reason!. Yeah these buddies will be jealous of y’all relationship. Same thing for some of you these family will be jealous because you are giving your time to your partner and not to them. SMFH! 😠😤. I felt that a lot of you is having a boss daddy, very CEO partner or some of you already have a CEO partner, they wear a suit and tie and very handsome they are. Some of you might meet your partner online, or start dating them online. You two will have a happy ending with them because you meant to relocated somewhere else, end those cycles with other people and focus on marriages. This part of your destiny to make your own family with your partner. You are going to cut off all ties with them, set the boundaries, I can hear them say “They rather respect the boundaries or they can bounce that ass.” Woah 😳, I told you that this is your dominant.

Extra Information: I sense that a lot of you have anger issues, because all these wounds from family and vice versa with them. Some of you got bullied from school, I felt the same way with your partner as well. I feel like they have anger issues, especially with family with them and these exes. I believe someone stole from them, maybe an ex ex-girlfriend or a friend stole from them like their money and they have trust issues and vice versa. They dealt with flip flops ass people and in this life you two will deal with fake ass people that’s part of the destiny. They are still searching for themselves because they’re afraid of losing themselves again to these people and afraid to give up their heart ❤️. You or them have lost love or they are still in that stage of giving up on love or they feel like they don’t deserve love in their life and I feel that for a lot of you. But you do deserve it and so does your partner as well. 🤪😜I feel that both of you love pleasuring your own self. Masturbate, getting so creamy for them and they love touching themselves watching you. I felt like some of y’all partners are bisexual or that can be you too. Doesn’t take away that he ain’t dominant because they are, or I felt that a lot of you that are bisexual yourself, they don’t mind that more people in the bedroom. As long as they see you satisfied then they are happy. Yass!! Again MAKE OUR OWN FAMILY! Damn! Meant to make a family with them, this is your husband and you two are cut off these biological parents of yours. No more of those. Maybe you or them wear evil eye 🧿 around your neck or maybe wear a bracelet. You two are protected, your spirit guides telling you are on the right path, focus on you and vice versa. Both of your spirit guides are watching over you and them because this dark feminine spirit isn’t right at all, they have bad intentions and energy so be careful with this dark feminine whoever she is or family. Oh yeah forgot to mention that you or them is going to have a promotion, I feel that with you because your partner is a CEO of their company. A lot of you are going to make your own business with them, creating new opportunities for people and creating new ideas 💡. They are going to be in love with you, they will introduce you to their family, and friends. I do feel like that for some of them they are good with their family members and friends but a lot of them aren't good with their families and friends because they stole from them.

Pile 5: You’ll have an unbreakable bond with your partner, nobody can touch you two. You guys are the firecrackers 🧨 the second someone tries to touch you two, oh yeah shit is about to go down. I believe that this is your star family, you two came from the same stars ⭐️. I also believe that you two are a soul family as well. For a lot of you this is your divine soulmate, they love being around you, compliment you etc. For some of you I think that your partner is older than you, or again you might have to deal with some older man who is a manipulative ass person. I sense that your partner is gonna tell you that “I once loved her”. So you won’t be worrying about the past coming back to you guys, they’ll accept the past for what it is and vice versa. I felt that they’ll love taking bubble bathe with you, or they would do something romantic 🥰 with you and if you having a bad day they’ll draw you a bathe nice cozy bubble 🫧 bathe. So you can relax and vice versa. Again this is the past, you or them had entanglement with this old lady or they are in one with this old lady right now. I feel like you shouldn’t judge them. That’s part of their destiny as well, so they can see what type of person this lady is to them. A lot of you and your partner already dealt with this type of situation before they were probably married to an old lady once before they got divorced by them. She was manipulated and abusive to them. I ain’t going any further with that situation let them tell you about it. Or some of you might have some entanglement issues y’all self. Anyways I believe your person lived down in New Orleans or they might take you down there and show you around their hometown and neighborhood where they used to live. In the beginning stage with you two, I feel like it will be Lust at first sight as in where you’ll be attracted to them and they’ll be attracted to you off the back. You’ll love your partner's energy, you’ll love being around them and their energy. I heard they are full of light. You or them might have exposed this cougar on social media or they had already been exposed already. Or I sense that you two will come out in the public eye and say you two are in a relationship. It will be you two in this relationship together, arguments, disagreements and etc. it will be y’all two together fighting. I don’t see inference with this pile. You are going to see through their stupidity and arrogance and vice versa. I believe that they’ll try to impress you with their stupidity. I don't know why but I believe so. Once you two call out each other’s bullshit, you’ll start to see yourself maturing, accepting the reality of what you did wrong to them and vice versa. Both of you dealt with this situation before. Karmic families, who were not involved in this fight. They were some trickster for some of you and they gave you false ass promises they didn’t keep and vice versa. You felt misunderstood, not being heard or felt like an outcast with your own family and it’s a bit similar to pile 4. But you two will ride it out together, I’m also getting that karmic family on your partner's side the most. Because it seems like both of you have been tricked or they were tricked into believing that this family or person was the one for them, I told that cougar lady! She tricked them into believing that they were the one for them and they weren’t. They had lose a lot of money 💴. I feel that. Two of you just want a new beginning and move in from the past. But you can’t not until you two learn the lesson you need to learn from these friends and families in this life. That’s part of y’all destiny together. This is your past life soulmate, so if you guys wanna read about what happened in your past life with them you should check it out. Anyways for some of you I believe this is your karmic soulmate as well. I won’t sugarcoat things. You meant to marry your karmic partner. A lot of you this is your past life soulmate, maybe your twin flame 🔥 or your high vibe soulmate. Anyways it is part of your destiny to reconcile with them again in this life.

Extra Information: Give you that love, secure and safety with them. I feel that they feel misunderstood too by their family. You meant to solve this issue with them, even if you two have a disagreement about your situations, you two will solve these issues by making amends and discussing the issues right then and there. I feel that you are younger than them or they are younger than you. But I sense that you are younger than them. I was right!!! Aah-HA! If you feel like your partner is being fake or imposter then if you spot it then you got it. But I also got a sense that you two mirror the fuck out of each other, you two will trigger each other. I was right, yeah don’t trust their family. They have ill intentions, they would make them feel bad or sick because they are some drama queens. OH MY GOSH!! Haha 😂 Woah 🤯 intense, intense and intense! Yeah their family will be starting the online drama, they are some clout chasers bro! Your partner doesn’t feel smart enough at all, I think this ex or this fucking Family member made them feel very unintelligent. So they self-doubt themselves a lot, or vice versa. Maybe you don’t feel smart enough because you’ve been bullied by a teacher or a student or at a job where your boss made fun of you for your intelligence. My advice to those people who you and your partner feel that way is …. FUCK THEM! FUCK THEM ALL!! Oh yeah I’m getting it now, your partner got rob by their own family and they would smile in your partner face and then rob them for their money 💰. What a bastard they are. But if they didn’t go through with it before they went through with it right now. And vice versa with you. Not with family but with people. You two have a strong ass chemistry ⚛️. A lot of you are very passionate with your partner and same thing with them. I heard your partner they are too nice, they are sweetheart, I won’t say weak yuck 🤢 I disliked that word but I would say they have a beautiful heart ❤️. They would still take care of the people who had hurt them and include yourself as well. Y’all love for y’all families and people is deep. A lot of disloyal friends and bosses ain’t shit. You aren’t delusional about your partner, this is them right there. Confirmation whoever you guys are thinking about or feeling about this is them for you. Vice versa. You ain’t delusional at all. It’s meant to be with your person, forbidden love ❤️ I think that some of their families won’t let you guys be together but they can’t stop destiny at all. This is a prophecy between you and your partner no matter what. You’ll have a spiritual marriage with them, it’s going to be very like a dream come true, like a fairy tale. You two will retell your stories to the world and I believe they’ll make movies, books and shows about you two together. A true love story. Oh yeah again if you two dealt with con-artists before they were already gone if you aren’t then you are dealing with them now. Both of you will mature together as y’all own family. Activate each other’s spirituality. Some of you are entertainers and I mean entertainers in the bedroom too. Yass! Anyways you two will hook up in the bathrooms having quickies sex everywhere🥰😍Woo is it hot in here or is it just me. Dang! I was right !! Hahaha 🤣 a lot of you this is your high vibe soulmate but some of you this is your karmic soulmate. You two are truly connected to each other and vibrate on each other’s souls. Again I was right. You two are meant to be together even as karmic soulmates y’all meant to be together. You’ll have your happiness with them and they will have their finally! Good luck 🍀 for the two of you and y’all destiny. Remember this destiny no matter what happens it meant to happen.

[thebadboyfanclub]

Fire and Water Pt. 5 (Massimo x Reader)

Look my guy I got inspired by the song Trust issues the weeknd remix and shameless Camilla Cabello, this might need multiple parts but I have seen you guys ask for it and I think it’s time for me to serve and for you guys to eat… also I would like to say thank you to @severewobblerlightdragon I have noticed them liking my stuff and almost always lives a comment I really appreciate it.

Part 4

The way (y/n) took over Massimos house resembled to a tiger being released from its cage, authority suited her as she strolled around with her chin high and her eyes making grown men shiver and scurry away after mumbling “yes, miss”.

Massimo observed her with his lips in a thin line and his hands curling to a fist, however he knew that any type of reaction would cost him an unbearable amount of power, her family was the only one that came to his aid, the only source of support and protection if he moved even in the slightest way that displeased (y/n) he would be left with nothing.

“A charity ball?!”

“A way to celebrate your success and show to everyone you are left unbothered and unharmed, a gracious move to invite every important person from our cycle and reconcile while standing tall despite the attempted assassinations”

“If you want to wear a fancy dress do it somewhere else, I thought we were supposed to protect this house not let everyone in”

“We accept people that have been exclusively invited by Ass, people who matter, your reputation is at stake, the great massimo has the tail between his legs and is hiding behind his stone walls”

“I am not hiding”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what you have been doing, that is what they are saying, the charity ball is happening like it or not, the invites have already been send out, but your… wife a dress and you better mingle with your guests, like a good and generous host. Got it?”

Massimo identified the assertive tone in (y/n)s and gaze that could burn his entire house down, he could also see his advisor Mario nod at him behind her back, a way to stir Massimo to not push (y/n) further.

“Fine, make your preparations. I am sure if you try hard enough the ball will be decent”

“It will be better than the fiasco Laura had caused, she danced on a pole while somebody called her a whore right?”

Massimos hand slammed on his wooden desk while his other hand instinctively his right hand reached for his gun and pointed it right at her chest. The scary part wasn’t that (y/n) was held at gun point, nor the expression of fury in Massimos handsome face, it was the devilish grin that decorated (y/n)s lips, unfazed by the situation completely.

“Amateur, if you really want to kill me, you aim at the head”

She instructed while her fingers wrapped around the gun and let it touch the skin on her forehead. Massimo was a man that was never afraid to use his weapons, still the way that she did not even blink, better yet she teased him about it left him speechless.

“Massimo put the gun down”

“No, let him, what are you waiting for? Just so you know if I die you will have a bigger problem than a dead body, but an entire empire running after you and my brother wanting your head served in a silver platter”

“You think I am scared of your stupid brother?”

“No, no you are not, you are however scared of me. Even if you plant a bullet between my eyebrows you will never, ever get rid of me”

-

As always (y/n) had gotten her way and the charity ball was buzzing with people, the band she had hired played wonderful music, the staff kept the glasses of champagne full and the platters of small little delicacies going.

Massimo had his hand on Laura’s waist as they went to greet the guests, a United couple that scoffed at the missed jabs of their enemies, at least that’s what they portrayed.

The music came to a halt as a slight sound of the champagne glass summoned every guests attention. As Massimo looked up at the start of his stairs he was met with (y/n) smiling brightly with a glass in her hand, “she finally showed up” he thought

“Our dear guests, I apologise for interrupting any conversations but we have all night for chatter, me and my family would like to thank our dear friends Massimo and his family that were so kind to extend their hospitality to us, I would like to take this moment to raise my glass. To you and your wives success, both of them beautiful, kind and strong despite all. Cheers to the perfect couple”

Everyone clapped and took a sip, to anyone that did not know any better this was such a gracious gesture, a declare of loyalty and a announcement of the two families being allies, to Massimo this was a hit below the belt, to sarcastically smile and praise his wife after everything that has taken place.

Regardless of it all he took a slight sip as his grip to Laura tightened, he wanted to kill her, grab (y/n) by her pretty neck and snap it like a twig, his eyes followed her figure when she went down the stairs.

God was she bewitching, a sight for sore eyes in her dress, the most infuriating part about (y/n) is that he always left him in shambles, to kill her or to fuck her? That is the question

“(Y/n), I have to say that speech was very kind of you”

“What can I say I have a soft spot for love, we started off on the wrong foot Laura, that does not mean we should continue that way”

She was lying, Massimo knew that much and what was worst is that Laura was buying it, his wife believed that (y/n) was genuine and did not just plan an evil scheme to ridicule him further. (Y/n) reached for Laura’s hand to give it a slight squeeze of comfort.

“I am delighted you chose to wear the dress I send for you”

“It was the best out of all how could I not?”

“And you look good in it too, I will catch up with you two later, I must say hello to someone”

(Y/n) was over the moon, just the look on Massimos face made it all worth it, his hands were completely tied and there was nothing she could accuse her of, hell she had even mend her relationship with Laura and now all eyes were on Massimo.

(Y/n) approached the person she was interested in, the only man that made it look good while being completely out of place.

“So you must be… nacho? Right?”

“Yes, and you are miss (y/l/n)”

“Precisely, although I must say nacho does not suit you”

“It is only a nickname”

“I can definitely think of others that would be better”

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow raised at the sneaky way of the woman that weasels her way in his reader, he had seen her walk around the garden, a striking presence could not be missed by any man and she had been captured by his baby blue eyes, the man was sculpted by the Gods and she just so happened to be in need of a hobby. (Y/n) bit her lip as she swiftly nodded at him, the look of a helpless innocent doe that she held worked its magic on him as his pearly whites appeared at a grin.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about your work, people say you are… good with your hands”

“Such flattering words miss (y/l/n)”

“Would you like to show me your… works?”

“Whatever miss (y/l/n) wants she gets right?”

“Lead the way then and please call me (y/n)”

Her voice barely above a whisper as she said her name. Nacho only left his glass on a stand before he let his hand touch her waist and escorted her out of the mansion, what the man had not noticed is that as they went in the garden and away of the eyes of strangers Massimo had silently followed them, curious to see what was happening, who was he? Why was (y/n) walking away with him? He could barely hear what they were saying until they reached a more secluded part and stopped, (y/n) rested her back on a wall as she held her glass of champagne.

“Have you always been interested in gardening?”

“No, I like trying new things”

“That sounds promising”

“I must admit I had my eye on you”

“I noticed”

“You are a very interesting woman”

“I know, I must say you have a lot if potential… if you are up for it”

Massimos blood boil at the sight of (y/n) so sexually flirting with a man, she had never been like that with him, why would this low life get to have her while he could not even get a bite? Nacho placed his hands at either side of (y/n)s face supporting himself on the stone wall, she looked mesmerising under the moonlight, her chest rose as she took in a deep breath.

“I have never been afraid to get my hands dirty”

“Kneel”

She command him, Nacho took the champagne glass from her hand and took a sip before he leaned to connect his lips with hers, at the slight part of her lips he was able to pass a small amount of the champagne in her mouth making the kiss even more thrilling.

He pulled away from her to do as he was told, his one hand went underneath her dress to caress her leg from her ankle and up bringing goosebumps along her spine.

“Obedience becomes you”

“And we have only just began”

Nacho had kept the glass only to take a big sip of what was left of it and throw it away, quickly he lifted her dress and allowed the liquid to ran down the part that ached the most, the cooling sensation made her hiss before pleasure took over.

Massimo stood dumbfounded as he watched from the bushes his (y/n) have such an intimate moment with someone beneath her, he could imagine how good it would feel if he sliced his throat right at her feet, or maybe he should fuck her right there and make him watch. In reality, he froze at his spot as (y/n) let a few audible moans slip past her lips, he should leave, spare himself the fury of being a bystander.

(Y/n) could feel the thrill of nachos skill take over her, not only was the man between her legs extremely qualified, she was also aware of whom it was that had followed them and was now sneaking a peek through the woods, just the image of Massimo being helpless and having to endure the show of her become undone with another was enough to send her over the edge.

To have a gorgeous man please you while risking exposure while simultaneously getting on your first loves nerves was the biggest aphrodisiac that no money could ever buy. Once she felt herself slowly shimmer down she guided her hand on nachos chin and ran her thumb over his swollen lips before leaning down to plant a peck on them.

Massimo saw something beyond the pornographic scene, the movements, the lust in her eyes, the need to blow off some steam in that way. She was no longer the person he knew way back when, (y/n) had become… like him.

“You are so… good, now go”

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can we pls discuss how the cats are all so horny for them getting Big and Strong and Fit and Buff. If we lived in A/B/O world the locker room and gym would be flooded with pheromones at all times

you my dear anon have truly opened yap-dora's box with this one do not get me started on this please PLEASE you know how nasty this team would go at it in an abo-verse? the pheromones would just be in a constant feedback loop if these boys weren't forced to put on blockers and use suppressants because its really the way they talk about each other and the way their affection shows

and i think just the past few days we've had so many anecdotes of paul talking about how much fitter the cats are, or players commenting on their own physique or other players talking about how much they noticed how big other players have gotten is sooooo

so allow me splurge about all the stuff these horny cats have done that live on in my brain in an abo context because yap-dora's box has been opened. dear god save us all.

the sc celebrations on and off ice: all the neck nuzzling, sashas penchant for grabbing people by the neck/head (ekky, lundy) or just ragdolling guys (forsy) about because who can say no to pack alpha? hes pack alpha! let him do whatever he wants to you! guide his hand to where you want it most (your neck)! absolutely melt that hes letting you touch his neck in return he trusts you that much! feel safe and warm with his hand on you! go limp! let him move you about! pack alpha gets whatever he wants!!

ekkys also specifically brought up monty grabbing the back of his head and rubbing his forehead on his so hard it actually hurt after winning the cup and its always lovely to see some good ole pack bonding that is the forehead nuzzle because sometimes an omega does need hard touch to keep them present

and speaking of ekky... ekky being ekky and grabbing the nearest warm neck to stick his nose into because this poor omega has toiled since game 4 and riddled with anxiety aplenty and hes de-stressing by surrounding himself with pack lest he breaks down and cries again (despite the fact he absolutely did cry on the ice) needs to be reminded hes safe now its all over hes allowed to be spoiled again and filled with the scents of all the people that he loves to soothe him

also all the club e11even shenanigans are truly unmatched sasha being very mmmmghghg with lundy, sasha being mmmdgfdghd with everyone (because pack leader of course has to re-scent everyone in a crowded club his scent gets washed out by all the sweat and people and likes his pack to smell like him :( and whilst hes not super territorial sober he does get more possessive when hes inebriated, listens more to his base instincts screaming at him that he can barely sniff out his pack and thats a no-no he likes his pack to be his), ekky clinging onto sasha (because omega is feeling loveydovey and displaying submissive behaviours to appeal to their pack leader)

but also specifically benny holding maffhew by the neck is always fun to remember because he wasnt super super touchy with anyone that night but maffhew is always an exception of course and wouldnt want to scruff this fun flirty omega? especially one you have so much storied history we love play behaviours we love tussling to re-establish pack dynamics

re: to also expand upon possessive pack leader sasha, sasha making the finns wear a shirsey with barkov city at the front of it during his cup day because that was a thing that very much still haunts me because now they each just have shirts with sashas and theirs name on it. which im sure sasha is very pleased about and thisll probably be the most possessive we'll see him get in a sober context and by god did my jaw drop

also my favourite examples of all this big talk is when mikksy gets brought up and theyre like oh hes soooooo strong hes mean (froths at the mouth at how he can push them around) sorry yall this is my guy i will be annoying about him specifically very much we have a fun new overseer to put us in our place! unfortunately the omegas on this team are very much just in constant preheat at this point like where do i even begin WHERE

also do i have to mention anything about forsy ever? do i have to? presented without comment! the graphic!

(added bonus of all the shit paul said about forsy these past days lmao)

and i just think this team is horny for each at all times and theres so many more examples and pack goes crazy theyre all fucking each other THE LOCKER ROOM REEKS

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Napoleon x Sebastian x Reader x Arthur

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Summary: The pranks problem sorted out, you and Napoleon join your boyfriends for the start of his actual birthday celebration

The ending of Napoleon's Pranks and Gifts birthday Celebration Series.

Also written for July's 2023 Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Food from @polyamships

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“Well, that was a good meal, ma chérie.” Napoleon kissed you as you left his room, laughing as you blushed. “Thank you.”

He stroked the spot where he had bitten you. To think he’d been quite apprehensive for a long time after the first time he bit you, afraid of the predatory monster he could become after he started.

But you had always been reassuring. You didn’t believe the monster existed.

And, it was a little hard to admit, but that first night you let Arthur join you had helped his confidence too. Having other vampire partners who weren’t afraid of their instincts helped.

And thankfully, all of you did. Now Napoleon found such an intimacy in the act. The trust you showed by letting him feed off your life essence. Holding you close as he did so. Being able to get sustenance from the person he loved, even if for only a moment. And the sweet pleasure it was for both of you.

“Does that mean you don’t need the food we made?”

“You know I wouldn’t waste your hard work, mon coeur. Or miss sharing food with the people I love. Besides, I see nothing I would rather do on my birthday.”

Napoleon offered you a hand, and you took it with a smile. He pulled you closer.

“No more tricks?”

“Don’t worry. That was just my way of surprising you.”

He kissed the back of your hand.

“Good. Just hope you don’t try that next year again.”

Both of you laughed as you left for the garden.

The boys had set up a small table there, and it was full of food. Each of them had a little of their favorites, but they also had a few types of crepes, as well as a beautifully decorated cake. They had really gone all out for breakfast.

Well, probably you and Akihiko. He had no idea what kind of skills Arthur had, but Jean was technically banned from the kitchen.

“Took you long enough.” Arthur said with a grin as soon as the two of you walked closer.

“Jealous you weren’t invited?” You teased back.

“At another time I would, luv. But I am aware me and old ‘Leon here are not that close. Although I would love to rectify this whenever you’re ready.”

Napoleon shook his head. He never knew when Arthur was actually flirting with him or just teasing.

“I still don’t understand why you are here if the two of you are not together.” Jean looked at Napoleon as if asking for an answer.

“I guess we are close enough.”

Their relationship might be undefined, but they had one.

Jean nodded, but not without casting a disapproving glance to Arthur, obviously having more to complain about, but choosing to keep quiet out of respect for Napoleon.

It didn’t pass unnoticed by Arthur.

“No need to be jealous either, Jeannie. You’re always welcome to join us.” Arthur winked at him. “It’s not like you’re a stranger to this kind of pleasure between four people, are you? Or even sharing two lovers, you and Sebas didn’t…”

“Master Arthur,” Akihiko interrupted him, surprisingly calm for the suspicious moment he chose for it, “I would refrain from aggravating Monsieur Jean any further.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Arthur’s answer was surprising. “I would rather drink my coffee in peace.”

Napoleon couldn’t help but laugh at the way Arthur frowned and pulled his chair a little further away from Jean. Probably he was still a little traumatized from that one time Jean swapped his coffee.

By his side, you laughed too, and Napoleon caught the look you exchanged with Akihiko before that.

The two of you had your secret. Arthur and Jean might never get along. But you were his chaotic family. It was still surprising he had all of you, but it was a pleasant surprise. especially sharing a meal with these people that had become so dear to him.

“You made quite a lot of food, even for five people.” He commented, serving himself of quite a few crepes.

Napoleon could tell which ones you made, and which ones were Akihiko, but there were a few he had no idea. He took a bite of one and it had a little extra sugar, but it was still good.

“Jean helped make these.” You told him, giving Jean a fond smile. “We had a few incidents, but also excellent results.”

“That is because you are a wonderful teacher.” Jean smiled at you, before turning to Napoleon. “I am glad I was allowed to help make something that pleased you. I know I am not good with this kind of work, but I have been learning enough the past few days.”

“As long as everything is kept functional and the two of you take responsibility for cleaning the kitchen, I do not mind your willingness to learn.” Akihiko surprisingly conceded.

“You talk as if I’m trying to teach a child.” You complained.

“Speaking of child, luv…” Arthur grinned at you, making you blush and make a sign for him to stay quiet.

“What is happening?” Napoleon turned to you.

You smiled and stood up, lighting the candles in the cake.

“Make your wish, blow out the candles, then pull the sword.” You kissed his cheek.

Napoleon could guess what was coming, but his heart still thumped in his ears as he followed the instructions and cleaned the blade to find it inscribed with “Happy Birthday Papa!”.

Napoleon pulled you onto his lap, kissing you, only somewhat aware of the others’ words of congratulations.

“How long have you known?”

“The day before the first time I woke you up. I take you are happy?”

“You know the answer to that, Nunuche.” He kissed you again. “Is it why you have been so bratty these days?”

“That was why I was awake at the time, but had nothing to do with the joke. Although I guess it’s good training.”

“I swear I will be prepared. You won’t need to continue that.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You laughed, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you.” He whispered. The two of you smiled and finally pulled away, turning back to your boyfriends.

“Oh, don’t mind us. It is your moment and you should enjoy it.” Arthur spoke first.

“No. This moment belongs to all of us, as a family. You have been very supportive on our journey to get here. I love all of you.”

It was his biological child, - all of you had agreed to let him try first, - but it was their child, as much as the others were willing for it to be.

“I guess we have one more reason to celebrate.” Akihiko stood up and started to cut the cake.

A nice breakfast with his family was indeed the best way to celebrate. Next year there would be a new addition to their midst, and he couldn’t wait to see how the years to come would change with each new meal you would have together.

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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - Tom Bennett

Oh boy, this one's...a lot lmao. My first fic of the year and probably the only one for awhile. I was so stoked to write it so hopefully anyone who reads this is stoked about it too. This took so long, especially cause I have a super tedious boring class this semester, hence why I'm not writing as much as I used to. But here it is, primed and ready for ya. Enjoy!

Summary: You and Tom work at the same FBI agency, the both of you having a tense rivalry. Sprinkle a little friends-with-benefits relationship on top of that while going on an undercover mission where you must get along to get the job done, what could go wrong?

Warnings: modern!special agent!Tom Bennet, undercover mission (haha the title, get it, okay..), enemies (?) to lovers/rivals to lovers, more like FWB to lovers, Tom's kind of a dick (so is reader) but like to protect himself (and some misogyny, also to protect himself), smoking, tw guns (violence and injury), slight whump, oo boy this one's gotta lot of gratuitous SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon-ish, fingering, forced exhibitionism, public sex (kinda)...on a plane, oral (m and f!receiving), ANGST and feels, teasing, jealousy, possessiveness, kinda toxic relationship, confessions, eventual fluff, light dom/sub vibes, orgasm denial and control, slight praise kink and degradation, conveniences will convenience (all I know about undercover missions is what I watched on White Chicks okay, so don't expect some well thought out plans)

word count | 10.8k (oops)🤙🏻

You weren’t planning on signing up for a high risk mission when you went into your agency’s meeting this morning, but something overtook you when you learned Tom would be going on this mission as well.

You never planned to care about him ever since the two of you got involved. You were just coworkers with a little something on the side, nothing serious. In fact, the two of you hated each other ever since you started working with him. You both always took every chance to one up each other, trying to clamber over one another to get higher rankings in your profession, never hesitant to step on each other’s toes to succeed.

The two of you only started hooking up almost a year ago. You were both drunk, celebrating another hard won mission and it just happened. You both were lonely, your profession not always making it easy to trust someone who’s not yourself. It was purely transactional. But then Tom started being more vulnerable with you, making you laugh and happier than you had been before you met him. It made your head spin. You thought about calling it off immediately, but the sex was just so good, his company even more, and you did actually start to care for the man. 

Though, it made your rivalry at work dial the intensity up to eleven, taking out your frustrations on each other when the sun went down. But the look Tom was giving you after you had volunteered to your director, you had a feeling your benefits relationship might end sooner than you’d like.

After the meeting ended, you walked out with the onslaught of other agents that were desperate to beat the five o'clock traffic to get home. But you were yanked back by Tom, him grabbing your arm and forcing you to trail behind your other coworkers. “Take it back.” He seethed.

“What?” You bit back, your brows furrowing and instinctively trying to pull back from him.

“What? You know what. Tell our director you changed your mind.”

You scoffed, ripping your arm out of his bruising grip. “No, fuck you.”

“You did this to annoy me, I get it. Good job, you fucking succeeded, now take it back. This is my mission. I don’t need you getting in my way.”

“I’m just as good of an agent as you, dickhead. If anything, you’d be in my way. Now stop complaining, cause I’m not gonna change my mind. So, are we done now? Or are you going to continue whining like a little pussy?”

Tom only growled in response as he stormed off, throwing a tantrum like he often did when he didn’t get his way. It didn’t deter you. This mission would do wonders for your career, it would surely boost your rank to a higher level. No amount of whining from anyone was going to make you miss that opportunity.

Suffice to say, Tom didn’t show up for his nightly visit at your apartment. It was probably for the best, he’d just spend the entire time trying to make you quit the mission. But you were too determined, and you weren’t one to chicken out. You needed to prove to yourself that you could take on a mission such as this.

When you came into work the next morning for the debriefing, Tom was standing up against his car smoking a cigarette, clearly waiting for you. You only scoffed and walked past him, but he didn’t take too kindly to that. “Have you changed your mind yet?” He asked as he stood in front of you to block your path, blowing smoke in your face because he knew how much that annoyed you.

“Like I said yesterday, Bennett: I’m not changing my fucking mind.” 

This time when you tried to walk past him, he let you. You could hear him angrily stomping out his cigarette with the sole of his shoe before he sped up to walk beside you into the agency building.

You, Tom, and your handler all lined up in front of your director to go over what the mission would entail. It was intense, the most difficult mission you would probably ever have. You were tasked with helping catch a crime boss. The man would be at a hotel on an island resort in the middle of the Caribbean. Your agency’s sources say that he’s planning on making a big deal in order to gain a new ally. Guns, ammunition, drugs, so many things you both would need to be on the lookout for. It was intimidating to be sure, but not enough to scare you away like you knew Tom was hoping for. No, you wouldn’t give in that easily. You were up for the task. You wanted to do anything you could to put away such an evil man.

But clearly, Tom didn’t notice the pure determination on your face as you walked out of the debriefing. “How ‘bout now?”

“Nope. Stop asking. I’ll keep telling you the same thing again and again.”

“This isn’t some low risk mission, L/n. We’re not trying to catch a fuckin’ lowlife predator here. This is a crime boss. An extremely dangerous man that can have us killed with one word if he even suspects what we’re doing there. Don’t you get that?” Tom whisper shouted, trying not to draw attention to himself despite the outburst, poking into your collarbone roughly.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

“Stupider.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know what I’m getting myself into, Bennett. I wouldn’t have signed up otherwise.” Honestly, it wasn’t the danger of getting killed that made you nervous about this mission, it was the fact that you and Tom would have to pretend to be newlyweds on your honeymoon. A perfect cover for where you two were going. It almost made you laugh.

All your time preparing to travel to this island, Tom would barely talk to you, only glaring at you and giving you one word responses or hums whenever you’d try to talk to him. If he wanted to be petty, fine. You could be petty too, not in front of your boss though, unfortunately. You were sure if your boss knew what you and Tom got up to outside of office hours, he would not be sending you on this mission with him. Although it was well known how you and Tom rivaled with each other throughout the workplace, you had to be somewhat professional, up until you were alone with him of course. You had no idea how you’d be able to share a bedroom with him without resorting to killing each other…or refrain from hate fucking each other. Even the morning plane ride over would be difficult, especially with the way Tom kept looking at you.

“Ya know, it wouldn’t be too late to back out. No one would judge you.” Tom spoke up as you both were waiting to board your flight.

You just kept your mouth shut tightly, just so not in the mood to argue with the man at such an early hour, especially since you weren’t able to have caffeine. You prayed you could just sleep all during the flight without arguing or crying babies. There weren’t babies on the plane, but Tom didn’t seem to notice your purposeful ‘don’t talk to me’ bitch face. Either that, or he just didn’t care.

“I still don’t think you’re ready for this.”

“Did I ask for your opinion, Bennett? No, I didn’t, so shut the fuck up.”

Tom only smirked, smug that he managed to get under your skin once again. “You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” He whispered, shaking his head and leaning back in his seat.

“Oh, the feeling is mutual.” 

The animosity didn’t end there like you hoped it would, instead Tom took it upon himself to try to embarrass you as much as possible. You gave him a stern look as you started to feel his hand reach underneath your thin blanket to trail up your thigh. “Do not.” You scowled, trying to push his hand away but ultimately failing. He was too strong.

You inhaled sharply as he cupped your center roughly, wincing before glaring at him. Your glare faltered as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You think you can talk to me that way?” He teased gruffly, forcing his hand in your sweatpants and underwear, a surprisingly soft smile pulling at his lips as he felt the slick that was pooling at your entrance. “Whore.”

You gripped onto his forearm tightly as he toyed with your clit, purposely digging your nails into his skin to try to get him to stop, but all he did was wince and pinch you, causing you to gasp. You quickly put your hand over your mouth and subtly looked around to see if anyone noticed, but everyone seemed to be sleeping or occupied with something else. Truthfully, no one was even thinking of glancing in your direction, but you were so paranoid that you’d be caught. “I don’t want to get an indecent exposure fine, Bennett.” You snarled, trying to come off as angry as you were, but Tom’s fingers had already tamed you into a state of submission as they had done so many times before. It wasn’t any less irritating, but god, he was good with his hands.

You flinched in your seat as Tom pushed two of his fingers inside you right off the bat, your eyes briefly rolling to the back of your skull, trying not to moan by taking slow deep breaths. You were suddenly very thankful that you spent so many of your younger years trying to keep as quiet as possible while masturbating so as to not alert any potential family members in the same house of what you got up to in the privacy of your own room, but this felt way more difficult.

You whimpered into your palm as Tom’s dexterous fingers curled against that sensitive spot along the front of your walls, biting into your own skin to keep your whines in your throat, your brows furrowing obviously to anyone that might pay attention. “Fuck.” You cried softly, looking up at Tom with pleading eyes as your chest heaved against your now suffocating t-shirt. “I can’t.”

“You can, darling.”

To make matters worse, the seatbelt sign turned off. 

People around you started to rise up out of their seats to get stuff out of their carry-ons or go to the bathroom, and the flight attendants started to make their rounds to give the passengers their stupid complimentary peanuts. And of course, a flight attendant peaked around your row with a smile right as you felt your climax grow rapidly. You bit the inside of your lip hard, feeling the metallic taste of blood coat your tongue.

“Hello there, we’re handing out some crisps, pretzels, and candy if you’d like any.” The lady asked you politely, hopefully completely unaware of what was going on beneath your blanket. You quickly shook your head, a pained hum escaping your lips as Tom focused his efforts on your clit. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m okay. Just a stomachache.” You lied, the wavering timbre in your voice bringing a sympathetic frown to the flight attendant’s face.

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry. I can bring you a Sierra Mist, if you’d like?”

Jesus Christ, lady, just fucking go away. “No, thank you. Really, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat a bit too loudly to cover up an oncoming moan, your face flushing with heat as a couple people from other rows looked over at you curiously.

“Okay. And how about you?” The lady directed her attention to Tom, who did not even attempt to hide his smug smirk. “Would you like any snacks, sir?”

“No, thanks, miss. I brought my own.” Cheeky bastard.

“Okay, well, we’re almost to our destination. So, make sure all your belongings are overhead before we land.” And with that, the flight attendant finally left you to continue suffering.

“I’m going to kill you.” You hissed, slapping Tom’s shoulder as you allowed your head to lean back against the chair as you felt the first pangs of euphoria wash over you. You grit your teeth and leaned forward to cover your face with your hands, hiding your orgasm face from Tom and the rest of the plane. You took shuddering breaths as you rode out your high, tapping his arm aggressively when pleasure veered into oversensitivity.

You felt your ears pop as the plane lowered closer to the ground. You didn’t even realize the pilot had spoken before you felt the plane bank to the right, unintentionally forcing you to lean closer to Tom, whose face you couldn’t even stand to look at. He pulled his hand away from you, making you look at the mess you made on his fingers. You looked away in fury as he started to suck on his fingers, quietly moaning at the taste of you. You could hear his chuckles as you refused to watch him mock you.

“Hope you had a good flight!” The same flight attendant lady chirped as you and Tom exited the plane.

Fuck you, you so badly wanted to say, but Tom didn’t allow that. As if he could sense your hostility (that he caused) and unwillingness to imitate niceties, he quickly uttered out a polite thanks before guiding you off the plane like you were a child who couldn’t take care of themselves.

Man, this was going to be a long, miserable “vacation.”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the honeymoon suite you’d be staying in. Though, checking in was a nightmare. You never thought pretending to be all coupley and in love was part of the job description. Alas, you walked into the lobby with Tom’s arm around your shoulder and the two of you wearing the most genuine fake smiles you could muster. One plus was you had already spotted one of the crime boss’ henchmen. 

“Are you sure?” Tom had asked.

Of course you were sure. You had studied every picture of every face the agency presented you with, down to the freckles and moles they may have had. You weren’t going to fuck this up, you’d never live it down; Tom would make sure of it.

You both informed your handler that you made it safely to the resort, already finding evidence that the crime boss was indeed there too. You just had to lay low, look out, and not get caught. This is what you lived for, it was so exhilarating and you wouldn’t let Tom ruin this for you.

“We should head down to the pool, see if we can spot another guy.” You voiced, pulling out your bathing suit from your suitcase, but Tom stopped you by placing a hand on yours. “What, Bennett? We can’t waste time on this.”

“You still haven’t paid me back for what I did for you on the plane.” He spoke with a dark lust in his eyes, his pupils almost completely swallowing his bright blue iris’. 

You rolled yours. “I didn’t ask for that, if you recall.” You said with a scoff and moved to get changed, but he didn’t let you go, instead forcing you to your knees where you found his already hardened cock trying to burst through his tight shorts. You silently cursed to yourself as you already found yourself throbbing at the sight of him looking down at you hungrily.

“Well? My cock ain’t gonna suck itself.”

You resisted the urge to smile, lifting your hand to gently palm his cock through his shorts before tugging them down, your mouth watering as it bobbed up at you. Tom hummed as you licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, even the slightest of approval making you whine as you squeezed your thighs together. 

“Uh, uh.” Tom rebuked, lifting you up from the floor to make you sit at the edge of the king sized bed, forcing your legs apart and standing in between them. “None of that. No pleasure for you. Just be a good little whore and suck me off.” He threaded his fingers into your hair, curling his hand into a fist to tug at your roots, pushing you forward until your lips hit the tip of his cock. On instinct, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked hard, earning a guttural groan from him. “That’s it.” He didn’t hesitate to buck into you, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag just to tease you. He kept doing that until tears were streaming down your face, causing him to smirk. “So pretty.” He whispered, wiping a tear away with his thumb, but continuing to fuck your mouth with little care how you felt.

Meanwhile, you didn’t know if you were crying because his cock kept making you gag or because you had absolutely zero stimulation to your clit. It was throbbing painfully, and Tom still kept your legs apart. Was this still punishment for talking back to him on the plane? He was one of the most pettiest men you had ever known, so you wouldn’t put it past him. But not allowing you to pleasure yourself felt like a new low, even for him.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs, squeezing them whenever you needed a break, him pulling away briefly to let you breathe before slamming back into you again. But he was close, you could tell. The way his moans got louder and breathier, and his hold on you tightened to the point you were almost afraid he’d rip the hairs out of your head. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He announced with a groan, stilling in your mouth as his release shot down the back of your throat. 

Tom slowly loosened his hold on you as he tried to catch his breath, petting and soothing the spot on your head where he gripped the hardest. “Okay…” He spoke with a stutter. “Yeah, let me clean up and I’ll meet you at the pool in a few minutes.” And with that, he left you sitting on the bed while he locked himself in the bathroom.

Well, that was a little odd, you thought. But you didn’t think about it any further. You quickly got changed and headed down to the pool, hoping a short dip would rid you of the overwhelming heat you felt in your body from not being able to do anything about your arousing situation. No matter, if Tom wasn’t going to help you out then you’d just get yourself off in the shower that night. You had bigger issues to deal with at the moment.

Scanning over the crowd at the extravagant looking pool, you couldn’t seem to spy any persons out of the ordinary. Just a bunch of families and couples and the occasional old rich woman. Feeling a bit disheartened, you sat down on a poolside chair with a quiet huff, throwing your towel over the backrest and laying out, the sun quickly warming your skin. It felt nice, but it would feel even nicer if you knew you weren’t on the clock.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Tom’s voice jolted you out of your sunbathing intermission, now sporting his own pair of swimming trunks and tank top, any sign of being flustered from your previous tryst was completely gone. Only now, you could tell he was flustered for a different reason.

It probably wasn’t necessary, but you had bought a bit of a slutty bathing suit for this occasion. You figured if on the off chance you had to seduce a criminal, it would be best to do it in an outfit that showed off all your…assets. It definitely seemed to be working on Tom. Maybe it could work on someone else. “My super special undercover swimsuit. What about you, Mr. Palm Trees?” You teased, eyeing his obnoxious colored print on his shorts.

“It’s called looking the part, wife. We’re on our honeymoon, not a dating show.” And with that, Tom lifted his tank up and off himself, the sight of his toned torso making heat flood to the apex of your thighs. He smirked when he caught you staring. “Think you’re drooling a bit, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” You chided, but it only made Tom chuckle. You huffed in defeat, returning to your previous position of subtly checking out the tenants around the pool.

“We should go in.” Tom gestured to the pool, but before you could refuse, “We have to look believable, remember? Who goes to a pool and doesn’t get in the water?”

You couldn’t hide your clenched jaw as you rose from your seat, standing at the edge of the concrete ground and delicately dipping your toes in the chlorine loaded water to check the temperature. It wasn’t too cold, but you’d definitely wanted to slowly ease your way in. Unfortunately, Tom didn’t give you much of a choice, promptly pushing you off the edge. Your body tensed up as the cool water enveloped you, goosebumps rising all over your body as you quickly came up for air, gasping loudly. You wore a deep scowl on your face as Tom’s boisterous laughter polluted the area, able to hear it even when you were submerged. “Arsehole.” You spat, splashing water up at him aggressively.

“So, you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing to me if you had the chance?” He raised a brow, his crooked smile on display, the sight making unwanted flutters swirl in your stomach.

“Touché.” You grumbled. “Still a dick move.” Tom didn’t waste anymore time on land, crouching and leaping into the water, careful not to let the water go above his head. He swam over to you with a mischievous look on his face, and to you, that only meant one thing. “Don’t come anywhere near me.” You warned.

“Oh, come on, Mrs. Bennett. I don’t bite.” He teased, taking your unamused expression as a sign to grab your hips and pull you onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you up by your bottom effortlessly thanks to the water. You had no choice but to let him, not willing to risk your cover. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders reluctantly, trying your best to wear a loving smile on your face. But you soon faltered as Tom leaned in close, his lips right next to your ear. “I know this isn’t what you wanted when signing up for this mission, but you have to at least tolerate it. Behind closed doors when no one is around, you can bitch and whine all you like; but in public, you have to be in love with me.” He pulled away to look into your eyes seriously. “Understand, wife?”

You swallowed your pride and smirked seductively. “I understand, dear husband.” You took advantage of his slight surprise and captured his lips in a searing kiss, the cold feeling of the water not comparing to how heated this kiss felt. Tongue and teeth clashed with each other as you retaliated in the only way you could at that moment, biting his bottom lip hard before pulling away with a sickeningly sweet smile. Tom’s eyes darkened as he gripped your hips tighter, causing you to wince. He looked as though he was going to lean back in for another kiss, but you spotted someone, in the corner of your eye. You hugged Tom, using the position to whisper in his ear just as he’d done to you. “Another henchman.”

“Are you sure?”

“There’s a bulge at the base of his spine, covered by his shirt and jacket.”

“Who wears a jacket at a pool?”

“Exactly. 9 mm is my guess.”

“That’s a lazy guess. Wanna bet? .38.”

“Wow. Guess there’s only one way to find out.” 

“Wait-”

You quickly interrupted him by pushing his head below the water’s surface, ruining his perfectly styled up hair. He came up with a scowl, ready to scold you, but before you could allow him to, you pushed him off and you got out of the pool. Drying yourself off and giving a wink to a now distressed Tom, you made your way to one of the bars that served the hotel guests.

You were a decent actor, but you had no idea if it would be convincing enough to fool the henchman of an intelligent criminal; you had to try, if you wanted to get information early on. The smallest piece of info may help. 

With your margarita in hand, you played oblivious to the figure in your path, knocking into him and hearing the glass shatter on the pavement. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, sir!” You exclaimed, pulling an embarrassed face and getting on your knees to start cleaning up your mess. You hide your smirk as the man quickly stopped you, apologizing for being in your way. You could tell the way his eyes bulged and ran over your body that you made the right decision picking a skimpy bathing suit. Hook, line, and sinker.

“You should watch where you’re going.” The man, who introduced himself as James, said with a smirk, his tone holding no semblance of anger or irritation. “I’m sorry about your drink, maybe you’ll let me buy you another one?” Wow, bold. It made you feel like bile was going to come up your throat any moment, but you plastered on your best fake smile.

“I’d love that. You’re so sweet.” You giggled, “subtly” running your hand down his arm, his eyes piquing with interest.

“I’ve been told that before, yes.” He gently guided you over to the bar, lifting his arm so that it slightly touched your upper back, his jacket lifting just enough for you to be able to see the pistol sticking out of his pants. 

.38. Damn.

Your little acting display got you this far, you supposed you might as well take it up a notch. This man didn’t know how many drinks you’ve already had. Maybe that ruined margarita was your fourth or fifth one of the day. Hell, you were on vacation. So, you decided to be a little drunk as you sipped on your new drink, graciously paid for by a dangerous criminal. “You don’t look like you’re here on vacation, no offense.” You slightly slurred. “I mean, who wears a business suit at a resort?”

James laughed, albeit a bit nervously, but answered you anyway. “I’m not here on vacation unfortunately. This is, ultimately, a bit of a business trip.”

“Meeting with some rich CEOs?”

“Something like that.”

You grinned. “Oh, a mysterious man. I like that.” 

“And why are you here, hm?”

You wore a tired expression, lifting up your left hand to show off the fake wedding ring on your finger. “Honeymoon.”

“You don’t seem to be happy about that.”

You shrugged, taking more sips of your drink, the low levels of alcohol being barely enough to give you that liquid courage you could’ve probably used. “He’s a drag. Boring.”

“Let me guess…he has money.” You gave him a knowing smile.

“Don’t judge. A woman has needs.”

“Oh, I’m sure she does.” He inched closer to you. “But I’m sure he doesn’t satisfy all your needs.” The urge to throw up came back. The idea of being with someone other than Tom made you ill. But you had a job to do, no matter what it takes.

You took every opportunity you could to snoop around that man’s room. He must’ve been one of the dumb ones, you could spot his gun briefcase peeking out from underneath his bed. A rookie hiding spot. You got lucky, really lucky. So lucky that he fell asleep pretty quickly after the fact. Prime snooping time.

Every second that passed, the hammering in your heart grew faster. You rummaged through desk drawers, bags, cabinets, closets; the only thing you found as evidence was a post it note briefly detailing the time and place the meeting with the crime boss would take place. How amazing just a simple little note could have so much power. 

You let yourself smile as you quietly escaped the James’ hotel room, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button to your floor. You could finally take a sigh of relief, the nerves slowly but surely exiting your body; that is, until the elevator doors opened to reveal Tom standing there waiting for you, his body leaned up against the wall opposite of the elevator.

“Had fun?” He snarled with contempt, his lips curled into a malicious sneer, his eyes dark. You rolled your eyes, way too exhausted to deal with his hot and cold nature. You walked out of the lift and tried to walk past him, but he quickly grabbed your upper arm tightly, forcing you to him. “Are you forgetting that we’re supposed to be a couple on their honeymoon?” Tom seethed, loosening his grip on you when he saw the slightly pained look on your face.

“No. I just saw an opportunity to get some intel, which we need if you’ve forgotten.” You snapped back, tugging back to get completely out of his grip. 

“You could’ve done that without fucking the enemy. Jesus, I can smell it on you.” He frowned in disgust.

“It wasn’t even good, if it makes you feel any better. You jealous, Bennett?”

Tom surprised you when he said nothing. No reply, no witty comeback. His frown only deepened as he walked back to your hotel room, not looking back to see if you followed or not. You were almost afraid to, as if you hadn’t just risked your life mere minutes ago. You had nowhere else to go, so you followed, silently watching as he slid the key in and unlocking the door. You both still said nothing as you walked further into the room, taking off your shoes and sitting down on a chair adjacent to the bed.

“I found out where the meeting is going to be, and when.” You spoke up timidly, gaining Tom’s attention, his gaze on you heating up your face.

“You found that out back there?”

“Yep, so you can’t tell me it didn’t pay off.”

He nodded curtly. “Right. Well, I’ll contact our handler and we’ll pass on that information.”

It wasn’t like Tom to be so…compliant. He always had something to say, even when the situation didn’t call for it. You figured he just loved the sound of his own voice for a while. But now he was quiet, stoic, he barely even pitched in when you were talking to the handler about what you found. Was he really that upset that you got info before he did? How petty of him, at least that didn’t change.

“It was a .38, by the way.”

Tom furrowed his brows. “What?”

“That man’s gun. You were right.” He only let out a hum of acknowledgment. “What? You’re not gonna brag like you normally do when you win a bet?”

He shrugged. “We have a long weekend ahead of us. I’m not gonna waste my energy on stupid bets.” He snapped, walking out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. You huffed in irritation, flopping down against the bed, watching the slow whirl of the ceiling fan.

Tom still was out smoking as you were getting ready for bed, showering and changing into your pajamas with a frown on your face. You quickly got tired of the silent treatment, joining him out on the balcony that seemed to look over the whole resort. “You chain smoke now?” You teased, earning a glare from the man. “Seriously, what’s up your ass, Bennett?” You snickered, stopping with a flinch as he turned to you suddenly.

“Do you realize how stupid that was?” Tom growled lowly, putting out his cigarette angrily and tossing it over the railing.

“You just littered.”

“Jesus Christ!” He grumbled, running his hands over his face in frustration, looking at you in exasperation. “You’re not even listening to me!” He shook you by your shoulders, making you finally start to take him seriously. “You shouldn’t have done that, Y/n.”

You scoffed, pushing him off you. “I got us valuable information. You should be happy, Bennett.”

“Well, sorry, I’m fuckin’ not.”

“Okay, well, there’s nothing I can do about that now. What’s done is done. I’m tired of you being pissed at me all the damn time for doing my job. Just keep being your indifferent self from now on, please.”

Tom growled, pushing you up against the railing of the balcony with a hand on your throat. “You weren’t supposed to be here! But of course you had to be here. Tagging along, like a tick on a fuckin’ dog. God, you’re insufferable.” He ranted, finally letting you go when you didn’t falter, but unaware how hurtful he was being with his words but you only chuckled bitterly.

“Oh, I’m aware. You’ve made that clear ever since we even started this mission. But trust me, I regret it now. If I could, I’d leave this island and never bother you again.” You huffed. “God, do you wanna outrank me so bad that you’d do this mission by yourself?”

Tom huffed. “It’s not that-! Ugh, you shouldn't be here because it’s dangerous! You could’ve died earlier! If that man wasn’t as dumb as you thought he was, he could’ve killed you! Then what would we do? What would happen to this mission, your friends and family, to me?” He snapped, taking you by surprise.

“To you?” You asked timidly, your heart pounding in your chest as Tom’s expression softened at the sight of your unshed tears.

“You think I’m indifferent? That I don’t care about you? I care about you so much it hurts! That’s why I’m livid you came here. If you die on this stupid mission, a part of me will die too. I…it wouldn’t be a life worth living without you in it. I fuckin’ love you, Y/n. Don’t you get that?” He spoke angrily, a deep contrast to the softness of his words.

Your breath caught in your throat, your mouth gaping open but no words seemed to come out, not until Tom looked down dejectedly. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, Tom. It was supposed to be just sex, that’s all.” Your voice betrayed you, wavering and on the verge of spilt tears.

Tom sighed shakily, taking out another cigarette and resting his arms on the railing. “I know…I’m sorry. I should’ve called us off as soon as I started catching feelings.”

You bit your lip, hesitantly taking a step closer to him, mirroring his stance and taking his cigarette from his fingers, bringing it to your own lips. You had stopped smoking a long time ago, but you felt you could have just this one, considering the circumstances. You coughed as the smoke filled your lungs, flinching when Tom gently patted your back, causing him to frown. You sighed, looking at him in pity. “Well…what happens now?”

“I know you hate me, so I understand if…if you wanna call us off.” Tom sulked, taking his cigarette back from you.

You shook your head, looking back over the railing, seeing the moon disappear behind the clouds that drifted by. “I don’t hate you, Tom. I never have.”

He chuckled. “Coulda fooled me.”

“I was an idiot and caught feelings for you too.” You confessed sullenly, hating the way your heart beat against your ribcage and the fire that was lit beneath the skin of your cheeks. You absolutely refused to look back at Tom, whose eyes you felt on you intensely. You couldn’t look into his eyes, you knew you’d break with just one glance, so you kept your gaze fixed on your fiddling hands.

You closed your eyes when Tom placed his hands on top of yours, squeezing them gently to encourage you to look at him. “Y/n…” But you couldn’t. You never opened your eyes, even when you felt his body up against yours, his constant warmth enveloping you and making your body relax despite yourself. His arms wrapping around your waist, his head dipping and his chin resting on your shoulder. “You don’t have to be scared, not with me.” You finally opened your eyes when he lifted your chin, your eyes instantly meeting his and you felt yourself melt against him. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop seeing you, but I couldn’t help it. I care about you too much to leave you alone.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You replied softly, causing Tom to look at you with those big blue puppy dog eyes that never failed to make your heart melt, even when they were filled with fury or irritation directed at you, even when you were often the cause.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stop Tom from surging forward to capture your lips in a kiss. This one felt different than all the others. You didn’t kiss often, only spur of the moment and they were always rage and lust filled. But not this one. This one was soft and slow, Tom’s lips moving against yours languidly, making sure to take his time. You felt your knees threatened to buckle as his tongue moved against yours, and brought his hands up to cup your jaw lovingly. You weren’t the biggest fan of fairy tales, but this felt like a fairytale kiss you always imagined one to be.

It didn’t take long for Tom to push you back into the hotel room, holding onto your waist until the back of your legs touched the bed. He gently sat you down at the edge, removing his shirt before helping you remove your clothing. You watched with heavy lidded eyes as he got on his knees, running his large hands up and down your upper thighs until you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear. “Tom…” You whispered as he placed feather light kisses down the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

“Shh.” He spoke before continuing down the path of your legs until he reached your ankles, looking up at you with a crooked smile before pulling your underwear off your body, biting his lip when he saw the state he was able to put your pussy in. “Always so ready and willing for me, huh?” He teased, running the tips of his fingers up and down your slit, causing you to whine quietly. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare try to be quiet. We’re not on that plane anymore. I want you to be loud for me.” He pinched your clit to elicit a cry from you, which made him hum in approval.

“Fuck.” You whimpered as he lapped at your clit, one of his hands holding your leg up and the other using a finger to gently tease your entrance. You moaned and tilted your head back as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, pushing two fingers completely inside of you. You were already so embarrassingly close as you rutted against his face, the way his tongue swirled around you and his fingers curling against just the right spot making your head dizzy. A gasp got caught in your throat as Tom suddenly pulled away and slapped your pussy, the sound echoing loudly around the room.

“You don’t get to come, not yet.” He growled before diving back in, making you keen loudly. The pleasure was so intense you had no idea how you could obey his command. You curled your fingers through his hair tightly, trying to ground yourself and also trying so hard not to lose yourself and come accidentally. “Fuck, your cunt is squeezing my fingers so hard. You’re so close, aren’t you, love?”

“I’m right there.” You sobbed, tears streaming down your face as Tom fucked you hard with his fingers, the borderline pornagraphic sounds coming from your cunt making heat rise to your cheeks. But you were too out of it to care. “Please, Tom, please…”

“I bet that man a couple floors down couldn’t make you feel this way, hm? Was he even able to make you come?” He snarled, his fingers curling against you more aggressively.

“No…” You stuttered with a strangled moan. “It took him—fuck! Took him six thrusts to come.” You chuckled tremulously, unable to stop your moans even if you tried.

“You counted?” He grinned.

“It was hard not to.” You cried out as another pang of intense pleasure coursed through you. You were so fucking close it was painful not being allowed to, Tom completely neglecting your clit even though it felt just as good when he was fingering you. It was too much and not enough. You needed him. You needed his cock. You needed to come. “Please…” You whined loudly, obnoxiously so.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” You nodded frantically. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to. Tell me, who’s the only one allowed to fuck you from now on? Who’s the only one who gets to taste this sweet cunt of yours?”

“You, Tom.” You howled, his words only adding to your pleasure to your surprise. “Oh fuck, I’m yours, only yours, Tom. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“Good girl.” Tom growled as he grabbed you by the throat and pulled you into a passionate kiss, using the leverage from his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and the grip on your neck to force you back towards the headboard on the bed, only pulling away from you to shed off his trousers and underwear. He was so rock hard the tip of his cock had turned into a lovely shade of pink, the sight making you drool as it came closer to your entrance as Tom crawled on top of you, resuming that passionate kiss. He pushed into you with no warning, splitting you open and causing you to gasp against his mouth, allowing him to bite your bottom lip before pulling away.

The pace he set was different too, just like that previous kiss on the balcony. It was slow, purposeful, and calculated; the thrusts were so powerful and deep that it made the top of your head hit the headboard and your tits bounce violently. His cock stretched your walls so perfectly as it always had, his thickness never the easiest to adjust to, but the slight sting of him made the pleasure all the more intense. You were still so close, but now with no stimulation to your clit, it was easier to hold back.

“You’re so beautiful.” Tom murmured, his eyebrows furrowed tightly in concentration. Even with him being balls deep inside of you, his intense gaze made you feel even more naked than you already were. He never used to look at you this way before, but it was a nice change. He didn’t even try to hold himself back as he picked up the pace, holding you in his arms and rocking you with his sped up thrusts.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” You cried, your moans becoming more breathless and high pitched. “I wanna come so bad.”

“Not yet, love. I want us to come together.” Tom lifted himself up on his knees, grabbing onto the fat of your hips roughly to have the purchase to pound into you relentlessly. He hit the ends of you over and over again, your stomach starting to ache deeply and the knot inside you was tightening more and more, one right move threatening to make it snap. “Fuck.” Tom moaned, his cock twitching inside of you, his body tensing as he got nearer to that edge.

“I want you to come inside me, Tom.” You whimpered, placing your hands on top of his, digging your nails into his skin as your grip tightened.

Tom reached down to rub your clit, the action practically making you scream. You moaned his name over and over again along with taking gasping breaths, your pleasure melting your brain and turning you into a babbling mess. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it, love. Come with me. Please, come with me. Come all over my cock.” You didn’t need any more encouragement for that band inside you to pull taunt until it snapped hard, that wave of ecstasy knocking the breath out of you and making your vision hazy. But not hazy enough to see Tom hit that climax along with you, each of you letting out strained moans as you released together, you soaking his cock and his cum painting your velvety walls. He stilled inside you as you rode out your highs, slumping over and placing delicate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. “Fuck…” He breathed out with a chuckle, pulling out and laying beside you.

“Fuck…” You agreed, trying to catch your breath.

Tom started to reach over to pull you against him, but hesitated when you flinched. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t cuddled after sex, but it was mostly after a particularly rough session as a part of aftercare. You rarely cuddled after a gentle night like this one, especially not after confessing feelings for one another. But your skin already thrummed for attention, for his skin to be on yours even after having sex. It was scary, to open yourself up to heartbreak. But looking at Tom’s painfully hopeful gaze, you suddenly realized you wouldn’t mind getting your heart broken by him.

You reached out to him with a shy smile, allowing him to pull you closer and rest your head on his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He didn’t hide the large grin his mouth broke out into; it was way too endearing. But now, you supposed you’d be seeing those more often.

“We need to discuss our strategy for this meeting.” Tom spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.

You chuckled lightly, looking up at him. “Now?”

“At some point.”

“How does tomorrow morning sound?”

Tom smiled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. “Sounds perfect.”

The next morning, you woke up in Tom’s embrace. You may have cuddled before, but you had never actually slept together like this all throughout the night, on purpose. You were surprised you had woken up first, considering how much you hated early mornings. Tom was always the early bird, but you had the chance to watch him while he was still asleep. You didn’t think it would affect you that much, but goddamn he was adorable when he slept. The permanent curve of his lips made it seem like he was smiling in his sleep and he looked…soft. Very soft. You always envied his perfect smooth skin, but this was ridiculous. No matter how hard you tried in the past, you could never find a single flaw on his body. It irked you, but you couldn’t stop staring at him, even when he started to stir awake.

His lips upturned in a sly smirk, already smug after a second of consciousness. “Like what you see?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to wiggle out of his grip but he was stronger and kept you in place. “We have a busy day, we can’t lie in bed all morning.” You lightly scolded, pride filling you as you felt his grip loosen, allowing you to rise from the bed. “We should stake out the room where the meeting’s gonna take place.” You spoke, cleaning up and getting dressed, while Tom just watched you as he cuddled a pillow. “Like what you see?” You mocked, smiling when he sneered.

After getting ready for the day, you and Tom followed the instructions that were hastily written on the post it note. The hotel was rather large, but you found the room somewhat easily. It was a conference room on the first floor, occupied with a long table with too many chairs to count. It was empty, or at least it seemed to be. Nor you or Tom saw anyone hanging out anywhere near the room. No guards or people preparing for this possible meeting, but you figured it was normal since the meeting wasn’t taking place that particular day.

“Alright,” Tom voiced, “you keep watch while I set up the bugs. Just signal if you see anyone coming, and don’t hesitate to get the fuck out if anything happens.”

You scoffed. “Like I’m gonna leave you to fend for yourself.” Tom’s gaze softened, causing your face to flush with heat. “Cause you definitely wouldn’t survive without me. You don’t have social skills to get yourself out of trouble.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but you could see a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “Right.”

You leaned against the wall opposite of the double doors to the conference room, keeping a sharp eye out from anyone who might’ve been walking your way. You hoped Tom could set up the bugs in time and get out before anyone notices. But it seems the luck you had last night in getting the information ran out as the same man you used started to come walking down the hall. You quickly pressed on your small hidden walkie, hearing the buzz in your ear piece. “Henchman, incoming. I’ll distract him.” You whispered into the mic.

“No, get out of there. Do not engage, you hear me?” You ignored Tom’s frantic orders as you plastered a fake smile on your face, greeting James warmly.

“Well, hi there, stranger.” You teased flirtatiously.

James’ eyes flashed with shock and confusion at first, looking around curiously. “Hi? What’re you doing here?” He asked in suspicion, making your heart hammer in your ribcage.

You sighed dramatically. “The husband isn’t too happy with my disappearance last night. Came here to get a break from his constant glares.”

His face flushed red, smiling nervously as if he just remembered what had taken place the night before. “Oh, right. You didn’t tell him, did you?”

You scoffed. “Of course not. I may be a stunner but I’m not dumb either.”

“I never implied you were.”

You giggled. “I did have fun last night though.” You lied, swallowing the bile that threatened to come up your throat.

He nodded. “Me too. Do you…think we can do it again?”

You smiled sadly. “I’m afraid not. Our vacation is almost over and I don’t want my husband getting too suspicious.” Just then, you faintly hear the creaking of a door opening. From behind the henchman, you spotted Tom’s concerned face. But before James in front of you could react to the noise, you pulled him to you. “But…how about a goodbye kiss? For the memories?” You grinned, capturing your lips with his, a surprised noise coming from his mouth. You opened your eyes and gestured for Tom to get out of there. He gave you one last angry reluctant look before obeying you, running off as silently as possible.

James pulled away with a breathless chuckle. “Man, I will miss these pretty lips of yours.” He wiped his thumb over your bottom lip, making you shiver uncomfortably, but he took it as a good thing. “I hope you’ll be thinking of me whenever you’re fucking your boring husband.”

Not likely, creep. “It’ll be hard not to. Well, enjoy the rest of your vacation.” You blew him a kiss before walking away, trying to calm your heart from beating out of your chest. That was the worst. You wanted to wash your mouth out with soap.

Right around the corner, Tom pulled you to him, making you almost let out a yelp of surprise. “Are you alright?” He grabbed your face gently, looking you over with an adorable concern.

You smiled. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Told you I could get out of trouble better than you could.”

Tom’s eyes darkened. “Well, I’m sure it’s easier when you have these.” You gasped as Tom groped your breasts from over your shirt, making you lightly slap him, but he only giggled mischievously.

“So, did you plant all the bugs?”

“Yep, thanks to you. You gave me more time. I owe you one.”

“You sure do. I’ve had my fair share of that douchebag.” You cringed with a groan, the taste of that man’s mouth still sticking to your lips unbearably.

“Me too.”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean you too? You didn’t have to sleep with him.”

Tom frowned. “Yes. But I gotta tell ya, I was mad jealous. I felt like I was gonna punch a wall or something. I almost pulled him off you back there to do exactly that: punch the bastard.”

“Then our cover would’ve been blown.”

He shrugged. “Not if I played the husband role, angry that my wife was with another man. Which…isn’t that far off, if I’m being honest.”

You chuckled. “Well, when this mission is over and we’re back home, you have my permission to punch any guy that tries to hit on me.”

Tom stopped in his tracks, just steps away from your shared hotel room. “Wait…” He suddenly blushed bright red. “Does that mean…I’m your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t stop your own blush painting your face, looking down and smiling bashfully. “I mean, yeah. If you want to be?” Tom grinned widely, suddenly picking you up and spinning you around, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your giggles bounced around the echoey hallway as he placed quick pecks all over your face and neck, tickling you until you gently pushed him off. “Happy, are you?” You laughed in amusement.

“You have no idea.” You may have had an idea…

For the rest of the day and every day after leading up to the actual meeting, all you and Tom did was listen in through the planted bugs. It was surprisingly super boring. Anything heard was very few and far between. Nothing of substance was ever said. All the noises that came from the bugs was the shuffling and creaking of people moving around and moving around furniture you assumed.

Your handler informed you and Tom that a team was being sent in, and your job was to make sure to tell that team when the meeting was well under way and to make sure every person of importance was there so they could be arrested. It didn’t sound like a difficult process, but you made sure to prepare for anything.

The day of, you were loading and prepping your weapons while Tom was listening to the live audio feed, his face in deep concentration. He looked cute and you wanted to say so, but you figured it would’ve been inappropriate at a time like this. An uncomfortable tension filled the air that forced your hands to shake, which couldn’t have come at a worse time. You tried taking deep breaths, but it didn’t work. You hid it as best you could. You and Tom already had gotten into an argument about who was going to be the one to direct the rest of the team where the meeting room was. He did not want you down there, at all. But your stubbornness got the better of you and you didn’t let him win. You’d be fine, you were sure of it. You were going to have to head down to the first floor of the hotel soon, staying with the team until Tom radioed that the meeting was almost over.

“Don’t try to be a hero.” Tom told you. “Self preservation before anything else, got it?”

You promised him, if only to ease his nerves. You weren’t going to make any dumb decisions, that wasn’t like you. But you couldn’t promise you wouldn’t get hurt even if you made the smartest choices, the job couldn’t guarantee it, you knew that. But you’d rather get hurt than Tom, that much you were sure of. 

The shake of your hands stopped as you loaded your gun’s magazine, just as Tom turned his head to you and nodded. “Be safe.” He spoke, his brows furrowed in worry.

You gave him a reassuring smile. “I will. I’ll see you soon.”

“You better.”

You shook off your nerves and exited the hotel room without another word or glance back at Tom, leaving him and praying you’d see him again, maybe take him on a proper date after all this nonsense was over.

You met up with the team, and they gave you your own bulletproof vest in case things went sideways. You briefed them on where this meeting was and how to get there, pointing to the place on the map of the hotel layout. And after almost an hour of standing around and waiting for shit to hit the fan, your walkie finally sounded off and Tom’s voice spoke over the radio. “They’re starting to trade.”

That was the cue.

You and the team went out, speeding down the halls to the conference room. You could feel your heartbeat in your pulse as the doors were kicked open, threatening yells and weapons being pointed, but the crime boss ordered his henchman’s weapons be pointed back at them. That’s when shit finally hit the fan.

You ducked as bullets went flying across the room, at everyone on either side, the shots echoing loudly and making your eardrums ring. You didn’t let it bother you as you were preoccupied with finding cover, getting your own weapon out and finding a target. You never thought your life would come to this, taking another human being’s life. But it was either you or them. It was at this moment you wondered if you ever should’ve joined this field in the first place. A bullet flying way too close to you snapped you out of those thoughts, forcing you to shoot back. You locked eyes with a familiar face, one you hoped you’d never see again. But of course it was him, James. You watched as the man’s face furrowed in anger, clearly fooled and feeling stupid himself. He should’ve known something was off about you, but too little too late.

The shooting suddenly stopped as the crime boss yelled out in surrender, holding his hands up above the table he was hiding behind, telling his men to stop their own firing. Your team shouted at everyone to put their weapons down and put their hands up, and they all complied fearfully. Your team came out from their cover as the dust seemed to clear, moving to finally apprehend these people. You watched, trying to calm your heartbeat as you felt relief wash over you. You did it, you and Tom. You almost couldn’t believe it.

Just as you realized everything was going to be okay, three shots rang out.

Before you could comprehend what had happened, you were on the floor. Pain surged through your entire body, making it difficult to find the source of the pain. You groaned as a team member ran to you, getting on their knees and quickly putting pressure on what you figured was a bullet wound. You struggled to lift your head to figure out what exactly happened, and you managed to see James on the floor dead, bleeding a puddle of blood beneath him. Karma’s a bitch, you thought. You didn’t think fucking him for information would come back to bite you in the ass, but here you were, bullet not in your ass, but your shoulder. The two other shots thankfully hit your vest, but it still hurt like hell. The bruises you felt instantly forming from those other two shots made you wince, more pressure being added from your comrade making you cry out.

“Shh, don’t move.” The person above you spoke. “Medic!”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You grunted.

From another room, you could hear angry shouts, immediately recognizing the voice as Tom’s. Man, he was going to be pissed at you. But you found it hard to care as you felt blood leaving your body in copious amounts, even with the multiple hands putting pressure on it and miles long amount of gaze being stuffed onto your shoulder. “We need to get her to a hospital now.” The medic spoke urgently. You felt like a loser as your vision started to dim, trying your best to keep yourself awake. But it was out of your control.

Everything after that was a blur. You could hear the sound of sirens, lights flashed above your fluttering eyelids, the smell of cleaning supplies and chemicals making its way into your nostrils, the feeling of a warm hand holding yours. You couldn’t make any sense of it, not until you finally regained full consciousness laying in a hospital bed.

Your eyes squinted as you tried to adjust to the light, even if they were dimmed for your sake. You moaned as you tried to sit up, but you were quickly held in place gently. “No, no, don’t try to move.” The anxious tension in your body alleviated slightly as your eyes landed on Tom’s face, a weak smile coming to your lips. “The doctors said you can’t move yet.”

You inhaled deeply, despite the awful smelling chemicals of the ER. Your mouth was horrifically dry, your lips chapped and tongue like sandpaper in your mouth. “Water.” You choked out, cringing at the hoarseness of your voice. Tom helped you take a few sips of water, which made you feel so much better but also embarrassed that you couldn't even help yourself at that moment. “What happened?”

Tom’s lips upturned in a wry, amused smile. “You were shot.”

You scoffed, chuckling lightly even though it hurt. “I know that. I mean, what happened after I blacked out. I don’t remember, obviously.”

Tom lost his weak smile, grabbing and holding your hand. “Doctor said the bullet hit your brachial plexus. You had to go into surgery to repair it.”

“Well shit, that doesn’t sound good. I’d be more upset if I knew exactly what a brachial plexus is.” You joked, which earned a reluctant chuckle from Tom.

“It’s nerves that allow your arm to move, basically.”

“Oh…” You frowned. “That is bad.”

“...yeah.”

“Well? Did the doctors fix it?”

Tom’s eyes briefly lightened up and he nodded slightly. “They did. They got you to the hospital fast, thankfully. But it looks like you’re gonna be out of commission for several months while you recover, lots of physical therapy and bedrest.”

You groaned. “Ugh, not bedrest.” Tom sighed in exasperation, putting his head in his hands. “Tom?” You tried to reach out for him as you started to hear soft sniffles, coming out muffled from behind his hands, but it sent a spark up pain through your body. “Tom, come on, look at me.”

Tom’s eyes were a bright blue from the tears that were flowing down his face. He looked exhausted, both physically and emotionally. “You lied to me. You told me you were gonna be safe.” He exhaled a shuddering breath.

“I was…until that asshole decided to get revenge on me.” You slightly chuckled, but Tom’s frown only deepened. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to worry. It’s just…this is part of the job. There was always a chance I’d get hurt, any of us.”

“That’s exactly why I wanted to be down there and not you.”

You shook your head, well, tried to. “No. I’d have rather died than put your life in danger.”

Tom scoffed angrily. “Why? Why do that?”

“Because if you died…a part of me would’ve died too.” Your voice wavered, unwanted tears spilling over and falling down your cheeks. “I love you too, Tom.” You looked away from his intense and unwaveringly loving gaze, too overwhelming to handle. You sniffled. “I’m sorry if that’s selfish of me. But I simply care about your life more than mine…I’ve never felt this way before, about anyone. It’s terrifying.”

You looked back at him as he took your hand with his, running his thumb over your slightly bruised knuckles. “I guess I’m selfish too, because I feel the same way. Which is why I’m fuckin’ pissed at you.” He spoke, but his tone held no semblance of anger and his gaze was just as loving as before.

You couldn’t help but smile. “You can’t be mad when I’m injured.” You teased, causing him to roll his eyes and look down to hide a grin of his own. “Can’t complain when you’re taking care of me either. You have to listen to my every demand.” You giggled.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” He raised a brow, making you blush furiously.

“Uh, I, um, only if you, uh-”

Tom interrupted you with a laugh, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Of course. Besides, you couldn’t keep me away even if you tried.”

“That’s good to know.” Then you realized, “Hold on, wait. How’d you even get in here? Isn’t visiting for family only?”

Tom smirked as he held up his left hand, the fake wedding ring still on his finger. “Can’t keep a husband away from his wife, can they?”

uh...kinda overdid it, didn't I? oh well haha

[chalterdh22]

How Do You Get a Prince to Talk? Part 2

This is Part 2 of How do You Get a Prince to Talk? Part 1

Thank you for everyone who wanted a sequel!  Again, trying to keep this PG-13, was extremely hard.

Summary:  Our favorite Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, has been acting a little distant, and off putting as of late.  Ellaria, a few of his girls and you have not only noticed but decided to get him to talk.  With you at their side, tickling him into submission seemed like the way to go.  Then, still without any admission, he turns the tables and says you’re next!

Warnings: Tickling, so if you’re not into that, move on.  Nothing mature related, but several times were everyone knows what is being discussed.  So hard to write.  MFFF/F dom.  FFFM ler and F lee.  Discussions about his inner circle of lovers, obviously.  Enjoy!

A few weeks had went by since our small teaching of manners, with our beloved Prince, Oberyn Martell.  Everyday, I thought to myself, this is the day.  A part of me wanted it.  But a larger part of me thought I would die if what we did to him was done to me.  Elaria, sensing my swing of emotions, messed with me by gently brushing against my side every so often, or laugh at something she was reading, saying that tickled her!

I would glare back as she smirked at me.  Oberyn must have talked to her, although I’m not sure when.  The following day, he left Dorne on a mission and was gone for about three weeks, until the guards announced his entrance again.

A bunch of his servants, including myself, rushed to the front entrance, curtsied, and smiled as he strolled back in, thankfully unharmed.

There was a big feast that night, where he invited several of his servants and staff, and of course, Elaria, always by his side.  He was very passionate with her again, which pleased me, as she was a true friend and I didn’t like seeing her frustrated with him like he was.

After the feast, there was a huge “celebration,” which many were invited.  He invited me to it as well, like his norm, and I politely declined.  He would smile and say, maybe next time.  I in return would bring them what they needed to keep their time enjoyable.  I then would leave the room and sit quietly waiting for further instructions, enjoying the peace.

A few weeks went by with this going on and on.  One evening, I was walking through one of the many palace gardens, just looking around, smelling, smiling.  I have a small leaf in my hand I kept twirling, touching my cheek, when I heard a voice come from behind a tree, so softly, it actually scared me!

“What is making you smile?”

I gasped, putting my hand on my heart.  “Oh, my prince!  Sorry, you startled me!”  My heart was racing, cheeks red, breathing increased.  He walked over slowly, taking my one hand with a crushed leaf in it.

“What is this?  A leaf?”  I shook my head yes. “Why were you dragging it across your neck?”  He asked, reaching out his hand towards my neck.  Out of instinct, I immediately stepped back, dropped the leaf, and covered my neck.

I just stood there and stared, as his smile, softened.  “Why are you afraid of me, my dove?” 

“I um, I don’t know.  I’m not though, really!” 

“Hm,” he walked closer taking one of my hands into his, gently rubbing it, looking at me straight in the eyes.  “I would never hurt you, you know this, right?”

I started to look back at him and shook my head up and down.  “Yes,” I said quietly.

“Yet, you do not believe your own words.”  I didn’t reply.  I just looked back at him and forced a smile.  “Pure trust is another act of love.  Do you know this?”

I nodded looking at him sheepishly. 

“Yet, you don’t believe it.”  He said softly, moving in closer to my face.  I had no reaction, only stillness as I gazed int his eyes.  He leaned in further and softly kissed me on the lips, just for a second and pulled away.  My heart was racing.  My face felt flush and fuzzy at the same time.  He slowly took me by the hand, and I started walking with him, almost in a trance.  I must have had a small smile on my face, because he looked back at me, smiling back, and softly said, “I love your smile, my dove.  You should wear it more.”

Blushing again, we entered his palace and walked up into one of the many bedrooms.  This one was a smaller one, with a large bed and only two sitting chairs.  The drapes were open to the large outside court, sun pouring in.  He walked me over to the bed and we sat down together.  All of a sudden I felt a smaller pair of hands gently massage my shoulders.  I looked up to see Elaria kneeling on the bed behind me with a kind smile.

I smiled back and looked at Oberyn, who kissed my hand gently.  My face was flush again.  Elaria started to pull my shoulders down to lay on my back and Oberyn shifted my body up so all three of us were fully on the bed.  She kissed the top of my head and moved away, Oberyn still sitting next to me. 

“My dove,” he whispered close in my ear, making me shiver.  “I really want you to feel safe and happy with us.”

“I do, my prince.”  I answered, still almost in a trance.

“Good.”  He leaned in to kiss me on my cheek.  He kissed me on my ear and on my neck and collarbone, and……

“That tickles…” slipped out of my mouth quietly, but he could still hear me.

“I know.”  My eyes got huge in an instant.  I started to try to sit up and Elaria now had a stronger grip on my shoulders, not letting me sit up.  His hands started gently rubbing my sides, and a small gasp left my mouth.  I was so doomed.

“What about Elaria?  She helped!”  I said louder, looking up at her beautiful, smiling face.

“Oh, I took care of her myself already.  But for you, I wanted to have a few other people to invite.”  He swung his head over to the door.  “Ladies, if you may.”  Two other women walked in.  I started sweating and took a gulp.

“Please, prince.  I-I…” my voice trailed off as I was trembling.

“I thought you trusted me.  That’s what you said earlier.”  He looked at me with a gleam of sadness in his eyes.

“I-I do, I ju-just…”

“It’s ok, my lovely pet.  We will be gentle.”  Elaria took my wrists and held them firmly, but it didn’t hurt.  “I just want to see you happy.”

As I was about to reply, his large hands were caressing my ribs slowly, and methodically.  One of the girls started tracing lightly her finger along my neck smiling.  I was done for.  I started to shake, and a small giggle pasted through my lips and I started to smile.

“I-I amm happy.”

“No, no.  I want to hear you laugh, my sweet.”  And as he said that he squeezed me sides and I about flew off the bed with a loud gasp, that turned into a laugh, that I really hadn’t heard in years!

“Waaiiittt, wait!”  I was able to get out of my mouth before I threw my head back, twisting away from his hands, going nowhere.

“My prince, I want to give her a foot rub!”  the other girl that was standing at my feet said as she was undoing my sandals.  I started to kick trying to push her away as she laughed.

“No reason for violence.” Elaria said above me still with my wrists in her hand.  “She just wants you to relax.”  Oberyn had stopped and scooted down laying across my legs so they would stop moving.

Oberyn’s hands took one leg and kept it firmly still while the other girl started to “massage” my foot.  “Sto-stoppp!  Nooo no!”

“Aw, she loves her foot rubs as much as you did my prince!”  Elaria said as he turned back to her smiling.

“I know!  And what beautiful, soft feet you have!  And these legs!”  And at that time, he started to squeeze my knees and thighs.  At this point, I was all but screaming to stop, but it was falling on deaf ears.  The one girl that was at the top with Elaria that was tickling my neck stopped and lightly traced her fingers in my armpits.

“Ahhh, ah, hahhahahahahhaaaa!  Puuhleeease!”  I have no idea how long this went on, but before I knew it, my other sandal was off and both feet were getting tickled.  I had no energy, so Oberyn rolled to his side now along me.  Tears were streaking down my face, and I was laughing so hard I about shot off the bed.  I happened to look over at him and he had such a satisfied look, just sitting there watching and listening to me laugh.

“Your laugh is a song to the gods, my love.  It should be heard from around the world and shared.”  Then he sat up.  “That’s enough.  Please leave us.”  The two girls got up and walked out.  Elaria let go of my wrists, and my eyes were tightly shut, my face wet from tears and sweat, my body all spread out.  He put my cheek in his hand, and I instinctively rolled back into it.  “How do you feel?”  He asked, sweetly.

I finally was able to stop breathing so hard.  “Ni-nice.”  I was still smiling.  Elaria lifted my shoulders and helped me to sit up.  I was still trembling. He took my hands in his.

“You can always trust me.”  He kissed my hands again as I shook my head yes. 

“And you can always trust us, my lord.”  Elaria said from behind me, although hers had a little more sarcasm in it.  He looked up with a large smile.

“Yes, it seems so.”  He stood up at this point, looking down at me.  He turned to walk away.

“Wait, Oberyn!”  I called out to him as he was almost to the door. 

“Yes, my dove?”

“You never told us what was bothering you those weeks.”

A grin appeared on his face.  “Well, I guess that just means you’ll have to try again to get me to talk.”  He turned and left the bedroom chambers.  I looked behind me to Elaria, who was sitting back from me now, still smiling.

“He liked it.”  She said to me.  Yes he did.

The end

[somber-sapphic]

Sickly Sparring

〖500 Follower Prompt: I love you, but you look like a corpse” + “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” + 💼 + ☀️〗

〖Summary: Sometimes it takes a little pushing to get Alex to take care of herself.〗

〖Word Count: 950〗

〖Pairing: Sick Alex x R〗

〖A/N: Hello! I'm officially back, please enjoy the first of 11 fics in my follower celebration thingy :)〗

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“Alex, you need to stop. I love you, but you look like a corpse.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you watched your idiot girlfriend square up against her sister. What had started as a friendly sparring match to hone Kara’s skills had turned incredibly competitive as Alex lost time after time to a far less experienced opponent. She was beyond frustrated and nothing you said had helped. 

Kara, who up until a few rounds ago hadn’t completely understood what was going on, finally realized why her sister was performing so poorly. She had been triumphant in the beginning, pleased that she’d been progressing so far in her training, but that reality had come crashing down when she noticed the symptoms. Being someone who so rarely got sick she hadn't known to look for illness and when Alex said that everything was fine, she didn’t really have any reason not to believe her. 

“I think Y/n’s right, why don't we take a break? I for sure could use some lunch and these kryptonite lights are making my muscles hurt.” The blonde complained, playing up imaginary pain for Alex’s benefit. She rolled her shoulders back and forced her lips into a frown, scrunching up her nose as she stretched. 

Alex scoffed at the idea and rolled her eyes, doing a poor job of disguising the wince that the simple action caused. She swiped a hand under her runny nose and settled back into a defensive stance, gesturing to Kara to do the same. The alien glanced back at you, a concerned expression on her face. You were sure that yours was a mixture of worry and annoyance. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, neither of you do. Come on Kara, two more rounds then we can take a break,” she ordered, stumbling to the side as she tried to walk closer to her sister. You lurched forward and raised your arms, prepared to catch her if she fell. 

“No, you’re done. Kar, can you give us a minute?” you asked, clambering awkwardly up onto the platform. Kara glanced quickly between the two of you and nodded, scampering to the door. She trusted you to take care of the ailing DEO agent. The second she was gone you wrapped your arms around her waist and eased her onto the ground, nearly dropping her as her legs gave out. She sneezed suddenly and instinctively curled into your side as you sat her down on the edge of the platform. 

She opened her mouth to speak, but you got there first. 

“Yeah yeah, I know. You’re a big strong agent who never gets sick because someone with your line of work can't afford to get sick, when you get sick people get hurt.” You teased, rattling off Alex’s usual spiel before she got the chance. She groaned and dropped her head onto your shoulder, showing a level of vulnerability that she would usually save for the privacy of your home.

“Who the hell gets sick in August?” She whispered; her words muddled with congestion. A small smile graced your lips, you were happy that she was feeling okay enough to joke about it. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. At this proximity, you could feel a slight fever on her sweaty skin, not helped by the summer heat. 

“Only you, my dear. So, am I taking you home or what?” Alex coughed roughly into a slightly raised hand, not trying to cover very well. You didn’t mind, the two of you shared a bed so the likelihood that you would walk away from this scot-free was already low. 

You smoothed a few pieces of hair out of her eyes with two fingers, resting them on her temple for a moment to judge her temperature. The brunette hummed at the soft touch and let her eyes slip closed. She was tired and seemed willing to give in to your offer. 

“We walked here.” She mumbled, lifting her head to meet your eyes. It was true, the two of you lived close enough that you generally walked to the DEO together rather than pay someone to drive you the few blocks from your apartment. 

“I’m sure Kara or J’onn will be more than willing to fly us. Come on love, let someone take care of you for once.” You kissed her hairline, still a bit apprehensive though it seemed like she may be giving in. There was always a chance with Alex that she would change her mind at the last minute and decide to do something stupid like go into the field without backup or act like she was fine while actively bleeding out. 

“If we go home…will you make that soup that I like?” 

“Of course, I will. I’ll make as much soup as your heart desires. Can we go now? You’re falling asleep on me.” She nodded and aimed a sloppy kiss against your collarbone. All she really managed was to mush her face further against your chest, but that seemed to work for her because she didn't move. 

“You can come back in Kara.” She burst into the room the second you finished your sentence, a caring smile on her face. The blonde superhero must have been lurking outside the door, listening to your conversation. 

“Ready love?” you asked, hoisting Alex up into your arms. She wrapped her arms around your neck and nodded, muffling a cough against your skin. Every time she got sick, she’d do this, she’d cling to the last bit of health that she had for as long as she could then crash hard. You were thankful that she was trusting you to take care of her when she couldn’t take care of herself. 

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