#oh no i fell into the trap of putting most of my thoughts in the tags instead of the main post again

[elisedonut]

AAAAAAAA I need a Forbidden Love pairing for mtf!Percy specifically

i have a lot for Cis!Percy because it's honestly one of my favorite tropes but i haven't really thought much for Mtf!Percy ships other then like Penny, Marcus and Oliver.

[prinzrupprecht]

When someone else gives you gifts

Featuring: Tesla, Apollo, Qin, and Thor ( part 1 )

You can also read Part 2 and part 3 for more characters

CW: mostly fluff and jealousy. Yandere tendencies with some of them

Tesla

He came home from a long day of work expecting you to be asleep but he noticed you on the couch reading a book. “Why are you awake? You didn’t have to wait for me.” He was right, it was nearly midnight while you waited for him.

He was very into his research and his passion for science sometimes made you question your insanity as to why you fell for this man if science was more important than you— his partner.

“Oh, I did? I guess I was too into this book. Also, thanks for the flowers hun.” You walked over to him and raised your toes to kiss him on his nose. He looked at you with confusion. Flowers? He didn’t get you flowers.

“Flowers? I didn’t get you any,” he felt bad when he saw the large bouquet on the table. Did someone give these to you? An unknown feeling formed in his chest.

Quickly he walked over to it and grabbed them tossing them in the trash. “Hey! Why did you do that?!” You shouted angrily but he stopped you from taking them out of the trash.

“We’ll plant a whole garden of roses, besides…” he grabbed your waist.

“I prefer if other men didn’t give you such things when I am the only one that has that privilege,” he kept you close while your heart was racing in your chest. A whole garden? You liked the sound of that instead.

Apollo

He noticed it right away. The new necklace that you were wearing. “This is new.” He lifted the chain up with one finger, but he knew it was a stupid question. You most likely found it in the pile of jewelry he has given you over the years.

You were dumbfounded at first and looked down at the necklace. “One of your followers… he— he gave it to me as a gift,” you stuttered. There was a long pause between you two before he clipped the necklace off.

Apollo didn’t like the idea of another giving you luxury things. He was trying to keep calm but he laughed while holding the necklace in between a few of his fingers while holding it up over his head.

“A cheap thing like this? I could give you anything you want," Apollo pulled you closer to him with his arms tugging around your small body. You knew you were trapped with him and he wouldn’t let go. Was he afraid that someone would steal you away from him? Nobody could steal you away from him. More so you used to be jealous of his herd of women and used to ignore him. He took more interest in you than the other way around in the beginning.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I— I won’t accept any more gifts from your followers.” Apollo liked hearing that as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

With you being his only beloved, he would be the only one to give you things. Was he jealous? He wouldn’t admit if he was. He believed that jealousy was a disgusting trait and nothing beautiful about it.

With you in his arms, he deeply sighed dramatically. “Now my dear, go put on something nice that was from me this time.” his lips were near your ears as his breath tickled down your spine. Without any hesitation, you nodded happily to your beloved before retreating to go back to your shared room.

Qin Shi Huang

You knew Qin as a child because of your affiliation with Chun Yan who introduced you two. You were treated like a daughter to her but she wasn’t your biological mother. You treated Ying as everyone else and not some creepy kid that everyone thought he was. Over time this made him fall for you and ask you to stay with him even after Chun Yan died.

Fast forward to the present as Qin Shi Huang— also known as Ying Zheng became king as he promised to Chun Yan. You still were by his side even when other nobles offered their daughters to him as concubines or an arranged marriage, he dismissed them all. Normally jealousy filled you and you thought there was no chance for a commoner like you could be his empress.

As you wandered the halls of his palace, you ran into one of the young maids who told you she had something for you. It was a very fine patterned robe that only nobles were granted to wear. “I can’t wear this, it’s forbidden for someone like me to—” she cut you off by telling you that it was fine and Qin said so. Qin?! Were you going to believe her? Did she have some ulterior motive? You reluctantly tried it on. It was dark red with flowers on it. The maid wasn’t around which was odd. Your former clothes were gone as well. Huh?!

You found the main hall looking for your room to possibly change, but Qin noticed you even with his blindfold on. Thank god he can’t see you with the noble robe on, right? “There you are, you had me worried for a minute.” He grabbed your arm but that was a mistake. He felt the expensive silk of the robe. The sleeves were long so of course he knew what kind of material you were wearing.

“Oh? It’s not like you to be wearing such a thing.” He chuckled before a smile appeared on his lips. He wasn’t mad?!

“Your maid told me to wear it and said that you were fine with it, but she left and took my clothes…” you frowned but Qin was more upset that someone was trying to get you in trouble. He could never get mad at you. You were too pure and kind. You had accepted him for who he is and stood by his side.

“Now tell me who it was, I’ll make sure she’ll get punished later.” You wanted to object but you can’t because he was your king. You nodded and felt bad that the maid would most likely lose her job. He still held onto you even though you were shaking a bit. He told you to wear more of those robes since they look good on you. Even just hearing him say that brought a bubbly feeling in your heart.

Thor

You were again stuck inside the Asgard palace bored again… The entire city was nearly destroyed by titans and many civilians were rebuilding their homes and businesses. You looked out of the window and spotted Forseti talking to a few of the officials. You loathed the man, he didn’t do anything during the invasion and only worried about Thor.

A knock was heard from your room, you had expected that Thor had returned but then you remembered he doesn’t knock. You grumbled a lowly come in and of course, Loki was at the door looking smug than ever. “The hell do you want?” You frowned, why would you ever be so hopeful that Thor would free his time up for you? You two weren’t even married either but acted like it. Odin had tried to forbid any relationship between you two, but Thor didn’t obey that order.

“Why so snarky? I just wanted to come to check up on my future sis-in-law,” he mocks that last part since the marriage thing was off the table. You didn’t say anything. Was he here to try to make you angry?

He quickly changed the subject and pulled out a small doll he made. “I made this, it does look like you, right? Here take it,” he put it next to you. It sort of creeped you out but you kept quiet. Were you terrified? Maybe.

“Why are you making voodoo dolls?” You detested the plushie and hoped Thor would come back sooner.

“Who said it was for that kind of sorcery? It’s just a gift! I swear!” Loki was faking his emotions while you quietly mumbled ‘whatever’ and reluctantly accepted it while holding the doll as he took his leave. What a weird guy…

Hours had passed by as you fell asleep on the couch but you had awoken to someone moving you. “You’re back?” You looked up to see Thor holding you with both of his arms. His expression wasn’t calm like usual. He seemed irritated. Did something happen?

“Mhm…” he was quiet but you saw how different his expressions were than usual.

“He came here when I was gone,” he grabbed the doll that was next to you squeezing it so hard that the head of the doll popped off. How his cousin was gifting you such things. Creepy things. Thor wanted to beat sense to him but held back his anger.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what he would do if I rejected it.” You frowned but Thor's left hand touched your cheek as you stared up at him. He genuinely smiled.

“He won’t hurt you… I’ll make sure of it.” The reassurance you wanted the most as you buried your face in his chest. You just wanted his comfort and nothing else.

Note: no eta when part 2 will come but if I do another it’ll probably be Susano’o, Buddha, Loki and Anubis. Edit: I forgot about Poseidon. So probably 5 characters for part 2.

[bunnyreaper]

𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘

𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔭 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

𝖕𝖙 2 — 𝖕𝖙 1 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖕𝖙 3 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊

wc - 5.2k

warnings - 18+/nsfw, dom sub dynamic, smut, phone sex, wee bit of angst, brief mention of the word 'daddy'

notes - vibrating with both excitement and fear, but hoping y'all love this like you loved the last one!! also on ao3! ♥

Johnny was right to send you to bed when he did because you're already struggling to get through the day, and on any less sleep, you might have fallen asleep at your desk. Clearly, you're terrible at making decisions for yourself, if that wasn't already evidenced by the nearly empty fridge accompanied by the pile of empty takeout containers.

It's not even the end of the workday yet, and you're beat—except staying up with Johnny was so worth it, getting to hear his voice and everything he said was complete bliss. You only wish he was here now, whispering in your ear and making your day go by quicker. Unfortunately, the sad reality is that beyond your good morning text, you haven't heard from him since, and you hate that you already feel like you're suffering from withdrawals. 

Again, that could be the lack of sleep, or adequate nutrition, or the fact that lately you haven't exactly been the most social person, and you've definitely been missing social contact. All of that missing need you just want to be filled by Johnny, Johnny, Johnny—his name like a chanted prayer in your mind. 

You at least have the sense of mind to focus when you need to, but at any idle moment, Johnny crawls back into your brain. Your mind drifts to wondering what he's up to, wondering where in the world they've shipped him off to this time—what timezone is he even in? What hemisphere? 

5 p.m. comes round sooner than you expect, and you find yourself logging off from your work laptop with a relieved sigh. You might be exhausted from lack of sleep, but Johnny's arrival in your life left you energised in a way you hadn't felt in so long. Every part of you hums with excitement, thinking about what the future might hold. 

You have to keep snapping yourself out of getting lost in the fantasy, even as you find yourself rereading through texts and committing Johnny's words to memory. The last time you did this still sticks in the back of your mind, still stings—someone who came into your life and was everything until they were nothing. Someone who said they could be trusted as they broke down your barriers. 

The aching loneliness was too much, so you'd run from it straight into something worse, not even realising how easily you fell into the trap. 

Your thoughts were spiraling, and you needed a distraction, so you put on the TV in the hopes of getting lost in the shitty reality dating show you've been watching lately. 

A few hours later, the buzz of your phone pulls you from the drama of the screen—your spirits soaring as you see the little icon you're rapidly growing attached to. 

Evening bonnie, hope you're not napping too close to bed time. 

hi!! no... for once, lol. how was your day? 

Long, but thoughts of you got me through ;) how was yours? 

The rapid responses mean your smile never has time to waver, as your eyes are glued to the screen watching as the messages are read, the app tells you he is typing and then another one of his messages appears. 

Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you eagerly respond.

somehow managed to not fall asleep at my desk, i would've napped but... 

But? 

didn't want to risk missing any messages from you. 

Johnny heart reacts to the message immediately. 

Call? 

please!!! 

Mere seconds later, his face fills the screen once more, and your sheer excitement overtakes your nerves by far.

"Hi." You say shyly, as soon as you accept the call.

"Hi bonnie, gotcha on loudspeaker by the way." He greets you, his voice immediately sending warmth through you. 

You were rapidly growing obsessed with his terms of endearment, too. 

"Oh." You pause, suddenly self-conscious and hesitant. "Are you not alone?" Does anyone in his life even know you exist? You know you haven't really mentioned to your friends that you're 'dating' again.

"Definitely am, don't worry. Jus' need ma hands free." 

At that, your brow furrows, your voice filling with both mischief and disbelief. "What are you doing, Johnny?" 

He chuckles, before rustling some papers around. "Paperwork, nothing fun." 

Even hearing the word paperwork right now drains you, and can hear that Johnny isn't exactly pleased with the idea either. 

"Wishing I was under the desk again?" You ask, hoping your playful tone will make him smile. 

"Dinnae start." He groans. "What are you doing? Have you eaten?" 

"Not yet, I need to check my milk is still in date." You throw yourself off the sofa and make your way through to the kitchen—it's a good job Johnny actually poked you to eat. 

"Milk?" His voice is filled with confusion.

"For cereal." 

"Ach." 

"I can feel your disapproval from here." You can practically sense him shaking his head disapprovingly too. 

"Good, I see how this gonae be." He sighs, the disappointment evident, along with that sense of control, guidance. 

It just makes you tingle.

"Yes, daddy?" You giggle audaciously like you know exactly what you're doing, and hope it has the effect you want it to.

Johnny chokes, and then growls... and then sighs. "Away n bile yer heid." He whispers, yet he sounds anything but angry, his voice thick with arousal as he undoubtedly fights all kinds of urges. 

You want to take that step with Johnny, to dirty talk with him now that you feel comfortable, but you suppose now isn't the time—after all, he is still working. 

"I'm being mean now, sorry." 

"A right brat." He growls playfully. "Do something for me, lass?" 

The shift in his tone and the previous conversation topic gives you a good guess at what's coming next. "Is it cooking a real meal?" You groan playing into the role.

Well, admittedly committing to self-care tasks like cooking isn't the easiest thing in the world, and having someone to guide you in that is... a turn-on. 

"Knew you were a smart girl." He purrs, and those words turn your brain and your body to mush. 

You have to stifle a whine from leaving you, as your face flushes furiously. Oh, how you wish you could hear that over and over again—in that voice, with that accent, whispered right in your ear as he—

"What you gonna cook?" He asks, interrupting your rapidly spiraling thoughts. 

Staring into the fridge is a depressing experience—the shelves are mostly bare and there's a faint smell of something off. "Ugh, I don't have a lot in, to be honest." 

"Logging onto the Tesco website now, or maybe meal delivery service..." He muses, and you can imagine the smirk on his lips.

"Johnny!" Your protest is weak, as the coddling and infantalisation make you feel something you probably shouldn't. 

He snickers at your tone, but he knows now that if things are to continue, he won't listen to your objections. "Jokin'... for now. Talk me through yer fridge, lass." 

"Do you cook?" You ask, wondering if he's going to magically talk you through a recipe with the condiments in your fridge and the dried pasta in the pantry. 

There's a beat of silence. "Not often." 

You're overcome with a fit of giggles and a wave of faux offense. "Then who are you to lecture me?" 

Johnny meets your exclamation with a series of tuts, which already quiet your discontent, but you find yourself ruined when his voice drops and he delivers his next few words. "What happened to 'Johnny knows best'?" 

Fuck him, using his powers for good—and you can already tell he's getting off on it too. Today, you won't indulge him by submissively repeating it back, since he's making you face the horror that is cooking.

"Fine." You sigh, looking for what items in the fridge that are actually still in date. You pull open a cupboard or two as well. "I have... hummus and celery and uh, supernoodles in the cupboard." 

"Better than cereal." He waits for your response that doesn't come, as you pout on the end of the phone, and then he plays his next move flawlessly.  "For me, bonnie girl?" 

The plea in his voice makes you melt, makes you want to do just about anything for him. 

"For you." You say with a smile, grabbing the packets of noodles and a saucepan. "Have you eaten?" 

"A have, chicken tikka masala." 

You sigh, knowing that if not for Johnny you could've ordered a nice Indian for yourself—you get to work on the noodles anyway. "Kinda jealous now, if I'm honest."

His laugh is short but earnest. "Same, haven't had beefy supernoodles in an age." 

"Yeah, I would hope they're feeding you actually decent, nutritious food over there." 

He huffs. "I would hope you're feeding yerself decent food, but here we are." That playful judgement is back, lacing his words and making you crave his approval. 

It's a startling thought, that here you are, only a few days in and needing his praise, his encouragement—you suppose it comes easy as it plays into both of your natural instincts—his to lead, yours to follow.

"Less sass, more... paperwork." You grumble playfully, trying to cover up the fact that, maybe, you like being teased by him. 

"Aye." He laughs, and you can briefly hear him scribbling in the silence.  

For a few moments, it's just the sound of him writing and you cooking, but the quiet feels comfortable rather than awkward—strangely routine and domestic after such a short space of time. 

Your mind wanders back to what the two of you had discussed last night, about his day later in the week. "Have you thought more about Friday?" 

There's a brief shuffle and the sound of the call changes as Johnny seems to take you off the loudspeaker and moves around. "Meetin' you?" 

"Yeah." There's a sense of nervousness within you, a fear he's going to suddenly decide that he doesn't want to see you after all, that he doesn't see this going anywhere. It's so soon, and yet the thought seems crushing. 

"Haven't thought of much else." His confession seems to settle your rapidly beating heart just a little, the sincerity in his voice making your stomach twist and turn. 

Maybe you shouldn't push it, but you want to meet him more than anything, so you can make the first step toward all of this becoming real. "Would you be up for coffee? I can come to you!" 

"About that..." His sigh is weary, and panic overtakes you as the silence stretches on. "Am leaving for a week or so." 

It's not a total rejection at least, but somehow it still stings, still settles heavy and unpleasant in your gut. "When?" 

"Tomorrow." He falls silent, waiting for you to say something, yet you don't know what words to even summon right now. "'m sorry, lass." 

You take a deep breath for a moment, collecting your thoughts as you stir your noodles and try to put everything you feel into some sort of coherent order. 

There's no logical reason to feel rejected, as it's not that he doesn't want the date, but that he can't. Perhaps it's that lingering thought that this kind of thing will be a frequent occurrence—it's just a small taste of what's to come. But wanting Johnny means handling this, like he deserves. 

You push through the discomfort and force yourself into a more positive mindset.

"But... after that? Or is this just because you hate coffee so much you're fleeing the country?" You laugh softly, hoping the joke will lighten the thick atmosphere. 

"Now, if you'd asked me out for tea..." He laughs in return, before turning serious. "But... when I'm back, I'd love to see you. Have ta, really. " 

"I'm glad." The beaming smile on your face is ridiculous, and you're so thankful he can't see you grinning like an idiot at his words. He has to meet you. 

With your cooking complete, you take the saucepan off the stove and pour the noodles into a bowl, grabbing it before returning to the comfort of the couch. "Okay, noodles done." 

"Wanna call me back once yer done, or?" 

Fuck, he's so considerate. 

You hum negatively as you start to blow on the noodles to cool them. "I'll eat on the phone if you don't mind the sound of me slurping." 

Johnny chuckles, before making a suggestive noise. 

"The noodles, Johnny." 

He coughs, covering more juvenile laughter. "Aye, the noodles, of course." 

"So... going anywhere fun?" You ask, referencing his upcoming deployment. 

"Classified, I'm afraid." He answers curtly, but you know it's nothing more than his duty. 

No questions about that, then, you suppose. It's going to be a strange thing to adjust to, but it's another thing that comes along with accepting Johnny into your life. You change your line of questioning, hopefully to something he can answer. "Are you... scared?" 

"No." He answers quickly and firmly, in a manner that suggests certainty rather than bravado. "Don't worry about me, hen." He rushes to add.

"Kinda hard not to, even if we only just met..." You sigh, but you suppose you have to trust Johnny's skills and training. "I imagine it only gets more intense from here." 

The admission feels like a swift kick to the stomach. 

"Yeah..." You hear a knock on the door from Johnny's end, and he swears colourfully under his breath. "Ach, can I call yer back?" 

It's almost cruel the way such timing drives the point home. 

"Sure, things to attend to?" You ask absentmindedly, not really expecting an answer. 

He sighs, before trying to turn his tone more positive. "Aye, but I'll catch you before bed, yeah?" 

"Yeah. Bye, Johnny." 

"Bye, lass." 

He ends the call, leaving you with your meal and your thoughts. 

Maybe you aren't strong enough to deal with this after all, you think, trying to settle the ugly, gnawing feeling inside you. It already hurts, but maybe that's because you're trying to hold so tight onto something intangible. Maybe if you and Johnny become something, mean something to each other, it'll all be easier to deal with. 

It's an hour or so later when you're tucked up in bed that Johnny's call lights up your phone. You pick it up instantly. 

"Hey, glad you haven't fallen asleep already." He chuckles, his voice softer than before. 

"Mmm, still hanging on." You mumble, cheek pressed into plushness and tiredness lingering at the back of your mind, as well as the mess of feelings that still simmers within you. 

"Cuddled up with the big B?" He asks, voice cheeky and charming. 

You can't help the soft giggle at the ridiculous nickname. "The big B?!"

"Barnaby!" He clarifies with a hearty laugh, not ashamed at all of his goofiness. 

"The big B! That's so silly" 

The laughs quiet, and another silence falls, but this time you feel the discomfort that comes with it. 

Johnny is the first to breach it, his tone tinged with worry. "How are yer?"

"I'm fine." You sigh, not wanting to elaborate and get yourself upset again. It's not far from the truth. Nothing has changed, but this is something you have to learn to sit with, have to make peace with for both of your sake. 

Johnny cuts right through the noise. "Yer seemed a little upset earlier. Wanna talk about it?" 

Communication—the key to any good relationship, an essential to any kinky one, and one thing you think you really kind of suck at. 

It's a simple sentence with a simple answer, and nothing about Johnny suggests that his reaction will be anything other than supportive—but it's not Johnny's voice that whispers cruel things in the back of your head. And for now, Johnny's influence is not enough to quiet the storm. 

The fear grips at your heart, stops your words right in your throat, but your mind wars between the ghosts of your past and the duty of your present and future. 

Johnny waits quietly, not pushing you for an answer or assuming how you feel, and that small act helps pull you out of the fog and helps you force yourself to speak. 

"Reality setting in, I guess." The words don't come easy at first, your throat tight—but once you start, the rest just seems to flow, taking the weight of your burdens with them. "Like, it's not too bad right now, it's just... knowing what's in store? Assuming we keep talking." 

The opportunity to really put your thoughts in order and get them out actually does help, surprisingly.

Johnny goes silent for a moment, considering your words before he speaks. "If you wanna stop—" 

"I don't." You feel bad for interrupting him, but you already know that's not what you want, even if he sees it as a kindness. "Like I said yesterday, I'm not faint-hearted... the intensity just took me by surprise. All of this has, really." 

"I'm with you there. Sat here thinking about how I'm gonna be thinking of anything else when I'm on the mission." He laughs softly, the sound laden with emotion. "Lt's gonna have my head." 

The gravity of his job sinks in now, with the realisation that he will be busy and focused, and rightfully so.

"Will you be able to get in touch while you're gone?" You ask, more for informational purposes, rather than being unable to last a week without hearing his voice. 

"Not a whole lot, no. Sometimes no' at all, but I'll let you know when I can." He states plainly, and the honesty is so refreshing. 

"I'll try not to bother you too much then." You giggle, though you don't really mean your words. He has his mission, and you have yours—stay strong while he's gone. 

He scoffs instantly. "You? A bother? Never." 

You hum, continuing with your playful statements. "You haven't seen me when I'm clingy." 

"A like clingy, am clingy too." 

Ugh, just when you think he can't be more perfect, he comes out with that. The sweet smile on your face is relentless, and you just know the same is true for him too. "Oh yeah? So you won't be complaining when we meet, and I just take a hold of your hand and don't let go." 

His barked laugh is so genuine that it makes your heart sing. "Bold of yer to assume I'd be letting you go, lass." 

The thought of even his hand in yours is enough to send you into a frenzy—a simple, delicate, and chaste act, yet you crave it like nothing else. When your date finally does come around, you'll be able to touch him and see him up close. You'll be able to hear that voice and those words up close and unrestrained by the slightly shitty quality of the phone call—and that is a little terrifying.  

"I guess waiting isn't a bad thing after all, maybe I'll be less nervous by then." Because right now you know you'd hesitate to reach out and touch him, would struggle looking him in the eye for too long. Maybe if you wait, the radiance that is Johnny's warmth will wear off, but somehow you doubt it. 

"Why ya nervous?" 

You almost snort at such an oblivious question from such a seemingly smart man. "Have you seen you?" Have you talked to you? Been on the end of your affections? Your mind pleads. 

"See this ugly mug every day." He grumbles, though you can still hear the smile. 

"You can't see, but I'm rolling my eyes." You giggle. "But what if I just... can't resist you? Jump you right then and there?" Your voice takes on a more teasing tone. 

"In public?" He tuts, slow and sexy, his voice dropping low. "Naughty girl." 

You straight up whimper. "Needy girl, for you." 

A growl leaves his throat, along with a whispered "Fuck." 

Arousal floods through you, overtakes you, as you feel your mind slipping to a space of deep-seated need, all for him. You feel on fire, your skin hypersensitive to the brush of the sheets, as your lower body hums and begs for attention. No longer can you hold yourself back from falling under his sexy spell. "Your groans, your voice, it all drives me crazy." 

The laugh that leaves him is weaker, choked with arousal. "All wet fer me, bonnie?" His voice, now a touched graveled, wraps so wonderfully around every word. 

"Soaked." You squirm in place, not even needing to feel to know just how dripping you are—every time he teases you, you practically gush. Your spare hand dives below the sheets, tracing ever so slightly over your stomach as it crawls lower. "Johnny?" 

"Yes, bonnie?" It sounds like his control is wavering too. 

"Please can I touch? I need it so bad." You whine and plead, surrendering yourself to Johnny's command. 

"You don't—" Another growl leaves his throat, you hear him shuffle and when his voice returns, he sounds even more aroused than before—sweet, gentle domination drips from his tone. "Touch yerself, go on." 

You comply immediately, your hand diving under your waistband and zeroing in on your swollen clit—relief floods you the second you make contact, your fingers rubbing delicate swirls on your soaked nub as gentle moans force themselves free. 

"Oh fuck." Johnny's breathing is ragged between his groans. "Gonna have tae join ya." 

"Fuckfuckfuck." Your eyes slip shut as you imagine him reaching down to free his aching cock, all for you. Your thoughts center on conjuring up an image of how long and thick you imagine him to be. "Is... is your cock as big as the rest of you?" 

You squeak out your words while you still have command over the English language.

"Guess you'll find out soon enough." He chuckles breathlessly, some of the words catching in his throat as he clearly works himself. "But I don't think you'll be disappointed. I know how tae take care of yer, know you're already desperate for me." 

Your circles quicken, his words sending pleasure coursing through you in a way that almost feels better than your touch. You fill the air with breathy moans. "Need you, Johnny." 

"Need you too, pet." He growls his words over the building slick sound.

"Oh fuck." Your reaction is instant, the word sending everything in your brain into overdrive. Pet. Pet. You almost cum right then and there, but his assault on your senses and sensibilities continues. 

"God, thinking about you on the end of a leash for me? So fuckin' hard thinking about it." His voice modulates between and whine and a growl, his need growing furiously. "I'd be so fuckin' lucky." 

You imagine the collar slipping around your neck, imagine Johnny clicking shut a lock and attaching a leash���pulling you to him just as he is now with every word. 

"I'd be the most loyal pet ever, I swear." You start to babble, unable to hold back any longer on the wave of submission that overtakes you. "I'll Wait for you to come home, naked and kneeling with my leash ready." 

"Jesus, fuck." Each grunt that leaves him makes you shiver. Each word like its own bolt of electricity straight from his body to yours. "Yeah, my good girl would be so lost without me." He says it with such certainty, speaking the truth to life. 

"I get separation anxiety like mad. I'll miss your touch, miss your smell, miss your taste—" You cut yourself off with a high-pitched whine, your fingers working you so fucking close to the edge.

"Don't worry, I'd fuck you so good before I go bonnie, fill yer up and leave you dripping with me." His groans are accompanied by more of those slick sounds. "Mark that pretty neck o' yours, too." 

"I'm... I'm not gonna last." You admit, holding back even now from cumming—you crave his permission. 

"Me either. Go on, moan for me, let me hear you." He urges you gently, even if his voice is filled with need. 

You let all your noises flow freely as you teeter toward the edge and desperately try to please him with the sounds you make. It's all too good, too much, too overwhelming. 

"Johnny, can I—" 

His demand is out of his mouth before you can even finish your sentence. "Cum fer me, bonnie. Go on." 

You cum with a strangled cry, flying over the edge right as Johnny demands it. The build-up of the past few days along with Johnny's noises has you shaking in ecstasy—ecstasy that's only prolonged when he cums too with a long, drawn-out groan.

After a moment, the only sound is both of your heavy breathing, as you come down from your high. 

"Oh my god." You sigh, a silly, blissed-out grin overtaking your features.

"You okay, sweet girl?" His voice returns to that sweetness you're coming to know and love.

You nod mindlessly, even though he can't see you. "Better than okay, are you?" 

He hums in affirmation, before his voice turns a touch serious. "You did so good. Just want tae make sure you're good, and a didn't go too far." 

"Hah, I mean, nowhere near too far." You admit shakily. 

"Am glad, it's only early days, though. That trust..." He hesitates. 

"... It takes a while, yeah." The post-orgasmic bliss coupled with the feeling of that trust taking root and growing. "I'm glad you understand." 

And he understands perfectly, as you never feel pushed or rushed, only pampered and adored. 

"Of course... it's special, for both of us." He admits, and you know you're on the same wavelength when it comes to the bond and relationship between dominant and submissive. 

"Mhmm." You hum dreamily, wholeheartedly agreeing and yet not able to summon up something profound. 

"Already sleepy?" His laughter is soft and sincere. 

"I'd get so much rest if every night was like this." 

"Even more so when I finally get to fuck ya, bonnie." He whispers so casually, yet even after your orgasm your clit still thrums with interest—God, he has such a hold on you.

"Yeah?" You sigh, dreaming of the day you'll get to experience it. 

"Yeah." 

The line falls silent, and you feel yourself fading. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so... sleepy." You whisper while you still have the chance. 

"It's okay, sweet girl, close yer eyes. Am right here." Johnny's sweet voice lulls you closer and closer, and your phone falls free from your hand to your pillow, resting there with Johnny just on the end of the line. 

"Goodnight Johnny." You mumble, before sleep finally takes you.

"Goodnight, Bonnie." His reply is soft, carrying you off to unconsciousness as he drifts off too.  

-//-

Johnny practically vibrates where he stands—wired beyond belief. Part of it is his usual pre-mission adrenaline, but the events of the past few days especially almost have him climbing the walls. His energy is frenetic as usual but with so much more—lust, yearning, withdrawal. 

It's only been a few hours since he ended the call after waking up before you, and yet he finds his thoughts unable to leave you, even as he finishes gearing up. You'd love to see him like this, and an idea strikes him.

He pulls out his phone, turns to the man beside him, and hopes he doesn't regret asking. Then again, some ribbing from the masked man would be nothing compared to the floored reaction he'd get from you.

"Ghost?" He asks, piercing the comfortable silence between the two of them. 

"What?" Ghost turns, eyeing Johnny and his hand holding his outstretched phone.

Johnny doesn't waver, sure in his request, and eager to see your response. "Take a picture of me, yeah?" 

"Girl back home?" Ghost asks, cutting straight to the point as he takes the phone. "Is this the first time she's seeing you? Cause you look fuckin' rough." 

"No." Johnny frowns, and worry washes over him. Surely Lt. is just messing him around—he knows she'll be happy to see him either way. 

Ghost pulls off a glove and navigates to the camera before stepping back and holding up the phone in Johnny's direction. He might be giving Johnny shit, but he at least takes the time to angle and position the frame in a way that compliments Johnny's stature. "She like the tac gear?" 

Johnny sighs, wishing this was over already. "Just take the picture, Ghost." 

"Say cheese." Ghost deadpans, and the softest of smiles graces Johnny's features—for her, not for him.

Johnny practically snatches the phone back from Ghost's hands, checking out the photo immediately. "Thanks." 

He pulls up their messages immediately, firing off the picture with a kissing face and a teasing message just for her. 

When he locks the phone and throws it in his bag, Ghost's eyes are fixed on him, his blackened eyes narrowed.

"Mind on the mission, yeah, Johnny?" 

Johnny nods, doing his best to push thoughts of her away for now, and letting his inner soldier take over. He'll be back to her before he knows it. "Aye, Lt." 

Days later, and after a successful first phase of the mission, Johnny stares down at his phone. The signal is nonexistent and won't return for a while, but he misses you, his mind is itching with his need for you. In this shitty safe house in the middle of nowhere, while someone else is on watch, there's very little to do, and truly nothing else he'd rather think about. 

He scrolls to the top of your messages, rereading each message and reliving each conversation, experiencing all over again how each message made him feel. 

Your sweet texts, your copious use of emojis, and your cute little selfies—it was all so intoxicating to him. For a man who was so used to maintaining focus, you were a fucking curveball. Something about you just sends his protective instincts into overdrive, makes unearned possessive tendrils curl up through him and around his heart—calls out to his guiding, dominant, caring side.

He has to constantly stamp down the thoughts inside that called out to him to find you, scoop you up, and take you home with him. Luckily for you both, Johnny is a patient man. He spends time out in the field waiting days for anything interesting to happen, he's spent years waiting for his pet, his girl to come along—and you're right there. He can wait a little longer. 

He holds down the record button, intent on recording a message for you, and begins whispering into the phone.

"Hi, been sat on my arse for far too long with nothing to do but think of you. Dinnae think I'll get signal anytime soon, but I 'spose it'll send at some point." He feels himself relax just a little as he falls into Johnny, the man—rather than Soap, the soldier.

"Been thinking about our first date, since you mentioned coffee. Kinda had a crazy idea actually, but I need your input. What about a cat café? Has to be one in that city o' yours, and I figure you must like kitties."

"Won't be long until you might be one for me... or a bunny... or a puppy." He interrupts himself with a sigh.

"Need tae stop those thoughts and quit while I'm ahead. Let me know, yeah? As soon as I get my leave, we'll set it up."

"Talk soon, bonnie." 

[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

[scribere-flores]

Sabo x Reader

~Just a hypothetical question~

Part 2. Other Parts

Word count: 2569 words

Short summary: how exactly does a shower work?

Once again, flirty stuff and even more spiraling thoughts in this chapter. But nothing graphic.

MDNI 18+

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Koala felt exhausted as she fell flat on her bed.

It’s true that they were in the middle of a ceasefire at the moment, but that didn’t mean the other work related to the ongoing revolution stopped. There was a lot that needed to be done around their makeshift base, which had previously been a hotel before the owners offered to let them use it.

So she had been on her feet for most of the day. Sorting out useful intel from various documents, taking stock of things they needed to keep the civilians healthy, checking in with the volunteer army. She even held a strategy meeting Sabo was supposed to lead.

Running a revolution was not an easy task. Especially when you had to pick up the slack from your so-called partner, who had been missing for most of the day, doing God knows what.

Koala let out a deep sigh. She was already half-asleep when her bedroom door suddenly slammed open.

“Hey Koala! Cool if I sleep here tonight? Oh, great! Thank you!!” Sabo said without taking a break, not waiting for permission before he walked into her room and threw a pillow on the floor.

“NO YOU CAN’T! Sleep in your own goddamn room!” Koala shouted, sending him an angry glare.

“Can’t. Got kicked out.” Sabo answered as he laid down on the floor, putting his arms behind his head.

“By who?” She asked, confused, and then threw a book towards him. “And don’t make yourself comfortable!”

“Jane Doe.” He stated, catching the book before it hit his face, to Koala’s disappointment.

“Sabo. Don’t tell me you trapped that poor girl in your room?” She asked in a sharp tone.

“You make me sound like a pervert.” He stopped for a second as Koala gave him an unimpressed look. “That’s not what happened, I promise. She twisted her ankle when she was cleaning, so I took her to my room and wrapped it so it wouldn’t get worse. Then she got sleepy so I left. Oh, and I cleaned the cafeteria before I came here, so don’t worry about it.”

Oh, so that’s what’s going on.

Koala had of course noticed Sabo taking special interest in the mystery girl. In fact, everyone had noticed pretty early on, because Sabo hadn’t exactly been discrete about it.

He had been practically stalking the poor girl whenever he had some spare time. And if Koala hadn’t known Sabo for 10 years at this point, she would've punched him as soon as he started to torment the girl.

But she knew Sabo. And she knew that he would never do something that could harm that girl in any way, shape or form.

This was also a first. She had never seen Sabo actually take this kind of interest in a girl before. He had flings before, of course. Fleeting nights at various inns, before setting out to a new Island the next day. But all of them had those, even Koala at times. Romance didn’t exactly fit well with their line of work, so it could get lonely at times.

This was different. She hadn’t been sure at first, but now after hearing Sabo’s explanation, she knew. This wasn’t some fling or fleeting crush to temporarily fill the hole of emptiness.

“You like her.” Koala said in a teasing voice.

Silence.

“Sabo?” She asked and peeked down from the bed.

Then she flew back on her bed as a loud snore scared the shit out of her.

“Well, it’s better if he finds out on his own anyway.” She giggled quietly, before tucking herself in for the night and drifted asleep.

___

Y/N wished she could say she had a peaceful night, she really did. But if she said that, it wouldn’t be true.

She had been tossing and turning all night, unable to stay asleep more than 20 minutes at time, before remembering where she was. And the scent… The scent in this room was the biggest reason for her lack of sleep.

Everything smelled like him. The blanket. The Pillows. The Bed. She could even bet her life on that the curtains in this godforsaken room smelled like him. And it had been driving her insane.

Everytime Y/N drifted to sleep during the night, she had been greeted by Sabo in her dreams. Gentle touches by cold leather gloves all over her body. Sweet whispers in a honey-like voice tickling the skin by her neck. Big hands on her waist, pressing her back against his body.

And every time, Y/N woke up with heavy breaths, her whole body feeling hot and tingly.

She wasn’t stupid. Her mother had a rather uncomfortable talk with her once, about the birds and the bees. But this was nothing like her mother had described. What she had been told had sounded rather unpleasant, and to be frank, boring.

Yes, this was certainly nothing like that. So she chose to blame her lack of sleep and the weird dreams on Sabo’s lingering scent when she woke up this morning. For her own sanity's sake.

Y/N eyed the door as she sat on the edge of the bed. She should probably get out of here soon, go eat breakfast and then take a bath in the communal bathroom, to wash the lingering scent of her body.

The concept of a communal bathroom had baffled her at first, the thought of several people sharing just one bathroom sounding completely foreign to her. She had imagined it being a normal sized room and she couldn’t wrap her head around how it worked.

But it had all become clear to her when Koala showed her around on the day Y/N was released from the infirmary. And she had to admit, she had felt rather dumb after seeing the big, tiled room.

The concept had grown on her during the week she had spent here. She liked the feeling of… what did Koala call it again? Oh right, community. The only inconvenience she could think of was the waiting line, especially in the mornings.

Y/N looked over at the bathroom door in the room. Maybe if she was quick, she could wash up before Sabo got back, saving the time she would otherwise spend cueing. She placed her feet on the ground, pleasantly surprised when she didn’t feel the stinging pain in her ankle anymore. She took careful steps across the floor and opened the bathroom door, surprised to see the lack of a bathtub in the room.

“Oh… it’s one of those instead.” Y/N said to herself as she eyed the strange contraption. “Hmm, I’m sure I can figure it out if I give it a try.”

___

Sabo sighed as he stepped into his room, loosening his cravat and threw his coat and hat on the bed. He had unconsciously hoped that the girl would still be in his room, sleeping soundly in his bed. He didn’t exactly understand why, but he had felt eager to see her when he woke up this morning.

That girl and his urge to touch her in every possible way, was slowly driving him insane. He was glad Koala was still asleep when he woke. The effect last night's wet dream had on a certain part of his body, would have made things extremely awkward if his childhood friend had been awake.

The fact was starting to become more and more clear to Sabo, he needed to get his spiraling thoughts about the mystery girl out of his system.

He knew he had a tendency to become a little bit obsessive when it came to achieving his set goals. And right now, making that girl crack was at the top of his list. Making her moan his name over and over, a close second place.

But before he could do that, he first needed to figure out who the fuck she was. Or, at least know what her goddamn first name was.

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he heard a familiar, sweet voice coming from the bathroom.

“Why isn’t it working?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have given up hope so soon.

Sabo carefully opened the bathroom door and sure enough, there was the self proclaimed Jane Doe, back turned against him. Wearing the same dress that had traveled up her thighs last night and giving him the perfect, lewd view of her sitting on top of him.

And apparently, she was struggling to get the shower to work. Maybe if he helped her, she would ask him to join.

Sabo knew that was probably wishful thinking on his part. But hey, it could never hurt to mess a little with the poor girl. He did enjoy seeing her embarrassed so very much, a little too much in fact.

He walked with soundless steps until he stood only a few inches behind her, grateful that the girl seemed to be too focused on the shower to notice him.

“Maybe it’s this one?” The girl pondered.

“Need me to help?” Sabo whispered with an amused smile, placing his face right beside her neck.

A frightened scream left her mouth as she turned around and faced him.

Then Sabo heard a knocking sound coming from the pipes. And the hand placed on the shower knob. And the showerhead facing him.

He tried to back away, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye the water came bursting out, making him drenched wet in his clothes.

“I’m so sorry! I got scared, and then the water just came bursting out. And now you're soaking wet and…” She rambled on and made apologizing gestures with her hands, dropping the shower head in the process.

The girl’s panic only grew as the showerhead started moving over the tiled floor, spraying anything closeby with water. As Sabo watched the girl frantically try to catch the shower, and failing miserably, he reached his hand out and turned the knob off.

He took a deep inhale through his nose, trying to stay calm. Only the problem was, the image of her kneeling on the floor in front of him, in the now soaking wet dress that was clinging to her body and leaving little left for his imagination.

She looked up at him with glossy eyes and fuck… He was about to lose all control over himself if he didn’t get out of here fast. So he turned and started to slowly walk out of the steamed filled bathroom.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” The girl quickly moved in front of him. “I’ll fix it, please stay.”

She was obviously still in a flustered state. Maybe that was why she didn’t seem to reflect over the fact that she was basically undressing him, frantic fingers moving from button to button down his shirt.

Yeah, he was definitely about to lose the battle against his own urges. Control? What was that even? Sabo had no idea anymore.

All that occupied his thoughts was the water drenched girl in front of him, face tinted red from embarrassment, fingers ever so often drifting over his chest, as her eyes stayed fully focused on the buttons.

He wanted to, no wait… He needed to feel those soft hands all over his body, clinging to him, fingernails pressing against the skin on his back. Lips, gently pressed against his neck, as he held her tight against his body. Sweet, airy moans escaping her mouth as she squirmed from his touch.

He needed all of those things, and he couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer.

“Guess I’m a lost cause…” Sabo chuckled quietly, as he placed his hands with a firm grip on her waist.

“W-wait,why-” The girl stuttered as he lifted her and placed her on the bathroom counter.

“Why? You were practically undressing me a moment ago, and you’re asking me why?” He said as he moved closer, caging her in.

He saw how her focus drifted down to the unbuttoned, wet shirt that hanged loosely over his torso, her eyes widening in panic.

“I didn’t think- Or I did, but I didn’t mean to- Dear God-I’m so sorry.” The girl’s incoherent words came out as small, baffled gasps.

“You’re fucking adorable when you’re flustered, you know that right?” His body moved on its own, placing soft kisses on her neck, making a small whimper slip past her lips. “Every time I see you like this, I get the urge to just-”

The spiraling, dirty words that came out of his mouth were stopped when he felt a small push against his chest. He moved his head back and was surprised to see the girl staring at his torso with a concerned look on her face.

“Are you okay?” She asked as her hand carefully grazed over the healed burn scars on his body.

This was definitely not how he thought things would go.

She looked up at him, genuine concern for him showing in her eyes. Sabo could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment.

He had processed what had happened years ago, so the scars from it rarely bothered him anymore. He had a small relapse when he got his memories back, because he could actually remember how he felt when the flames, caused by that fucking World Noble, wrecked havoc around him on his small boat.

But she didn’t know that. Sabo realized that the girl in front of him knew just as little about him as he did about her. And that bothered him, for some reason.

“I’m fine, it happened years ago” He gave her a smile and moved her hand away. “Does it bother you?”

Why did he ask that? He usually doesn’t care about what other people think.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you know after I…” The girl's face turned red.

Why did her answer make him feel so relieved?

“Relax, it’s okay. In fact, I’d be happy to let you undress me any day of the week.” Sabo joked, trying to ignore his strange thoughts, not thinking about the bold statement he had just made.

An awkward silence hung in the air for what felt like hours.

“So, I’m gonna go…” She said as she gently pushed him away, making Sabo take a step back.

“Yeah, you do that.” He answered, feeling uncharacteristically unsure of what else to say.

Sabo watched as the girl hurried out of his room, before he walked over to his bed and fell flat on his back.

In any normal case, he would’ve just joked the question away and continued seducing the poor girl. This wasn’t the first time that some girl had asked about his scars when they saw his body, so why was it different? Was it because she had looked at him with concern, instead of morbid curiosity as most strangers did?

The fact that she had been unbothered by his strong advances and completely focused on making sure he was okay, made him even more confused. He had expected to see a stuttering, cute mess. But instead, she did that…

He let his hand drift over the places she had touched. It felt warm, and in some ways, comforting. The inside of his chest felt strange.

Weird…

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[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,661

Summary: You tried to run off to escape him, but failed. Now you two created such scene in school grounds.

𝙸𝙸.

The most dangerous agent, now your bodyguard—stood before you. He’s prettier than you thought, pretty boy? Pretty boy. You just didn’t want to admit that he’s so much better in person, much more better than those pictures and in news.

He could be a role model of he wanted to, with that heartthrob of a face—you just took a guess that this man can pull any woman he wants, but little did you know that he’s actually awkward towards women.

“Hi..?” you began, tone indifferent with a cock brow, “pleasure to meet you, your father says that I’ll be your bodyguard from now on.” His voice deep and husky, you would be lying if it didn’t made your legs clench together, right?

You cleared your throat and mind, shaking off those kinds of thoughts, “I appreciate it, but I don’t need one.” You grit your teeth while uttering those words, you turn to your father and frown at him—trying to get your pretty, begging eyes to have your father throw him out. Eyes screaming, “but, daddy! I don’t want him, I can take care of myself.” Type of eyes.

Your father could only smile and turn to Leon, “I am so sorry about that.” Then grip your hand, it hurts but you could only frown and storm out of the scene.

Leon’s gaze followed your figure till you disappear from his sight, he turns and talk more with your father—getting his objectives and that when the others need him, he can’t be with you for a while.

You surround yourself with all your squishy, grumbling under the sheets and doing your assignments there. Yet, another topic that your stupid ass professor did not teach, you called Sarina—her phone is off. You whine and threw your feet, some of your plush got off the bed and you sat up, still under the blanket and stare at it.

You hiss at the light as your blanket got pulled off, “what are you doing?” It was Leon, your blanket in his hand and put it in the edge of your bed. “What are you doing in my room?” you hiss and got off of bed and walk towards, you heard him scoff and pick up the squishy and plush that fell off the bed, “didn’t knew father also hired a personal cleaner.”

You gave him a side-eye and cock a brow, he smiled at your remark, amused as he place them in bed. “Aren’t I the first one who asked you a question, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

You shudder at the name, either you cringe or just felt your stomach flutter. No one called you sweetheart before, not even your father. Either they call you dear or by your name, plus with a monotone or demanding tone of voice. But Leon’s? It was low and seducing. As if he’s luring you into a trap.

You didn’t answer, back turn to him as you resume your focus to your work. Pen tapping the desk, as Leon just watch you from the distance.

It only took a few minutes until Leon walked up to your desk and lean down to see what you’re up to, your breath hitches and turn your head to him—quickly moving your head away as you inhale some of his cologne.

“What are you up to?” he asked, “none of your business.” You replied, rolling your eyes as his hands were holding on to the edge of your desk, completely trapping you in between. “oh, this is easy.” He points then read the question aloud in my textbook, “Examine the role of women in World War II and the, both on the home front and in combat roles.”

He turns to you, leaning a little close, “so?” you stay quiet, not knowing what to answer since it isn’t even taught by your prof, or rather it was just a boring video that you didn’t payed attention in class. You mutter lowly, “dunno.”

He sigh and took out a chair and sat beside you, you grumble, “I didn’t think father also hired a tutor.” Your remark. “Well since you’re a woman, I think you should know this question. Isn’t women empowerment a thing?” he asked, you glared at him and punch him to his side, he didn’t budge and took your punch. He even thinks you punch cute.

“are you insulting me?” you said, “I didn’t say that.” He chuckle in amusement and took the back of your chair to scoot you close, he cleared his throat and took your pen. He points to the text and began, “women played a crucial role in world war two, what are those roles?” he asked, giving a pause and letting you answer but words didn’t come out of your mouth and just shrunk in your sit.

“eyes here, princess.” He took your jaw and gently force you to look at the textbook, “I’m not done explaining.” He added and continue, “women serves in various capacities, such as factory workers, nurses, and members or armed forces.” You listen attentively, never know that his voice sounded so nice when explaining things. Even kind enough to provide you answers.

“Countries like the Soviet Union, women served in combat roles as pilots, snipers, and partisans.”

“They held guns?”

“yes, they held guns.”

“I wanna hold a gun too.” You mutter and let your face fall to your textbook and turn your head, “continue.”

Leon nodded and stared at your face, then eyes on the textbook again. “Their contributions not only supported the war efforts but also challenged traditional gender roles and paved the way—” you cut him off.

“for greater gender equality in the post-war period.” You mutter lowly, Leon nodded and lean back to his chair, “and here I thought you didn’t know.” He gave you a faint smirk as he folds his arms. “that’s the only thing I heard when class ended.”

“you said your prof didn’t taught you this?” he raised a brow, “or did you simply didn’t listen to your lessons?”

You let out a ‘hmp’ and scoot your chair to your desk and statt working on your assignment, you were guilty but you didn’t want to admit that—you think it’ll make him a know-it-all. And your pride wouldn’t let you.

“You on your own? Or you still need me to break down history for you?”.

“You’re annoying.”

“that’s not the answer I’m looking for, princess.”

You ignored him, but he stayed incase you didn’t understand some parts and need him to explain to you. And he was right, you’d tap your pen again and it’s his cue to come and help you, you’re almost teary and at meltdown at your assignment.

Leon finds this amusing and stayed longer than intended.

You start yet another day, doing your usual routine but the twist is Leon will be and always will be following you around. As long as you don’t disappear from his sight, he won’t interfere.

Good news, you finish your assignment last night! Congratulations, you wouldn’t finish it then interrupt Sarina from her book without Leon’s help. Not only is he hot, but also smart—you felt a bit embarrassed that for someone you just met for the first time would be tutoring you.

But, hey. At least he is much better than those boys who tutor you in the past then ended up getting tutored by Sarina.

You made your bed, showered, pick an outfit to go to school to slay yet again. Leon could only watch you move and do your thing in the distance, you come downstairs get your breakfast as you finally got to the car that’ll drive you to school.

Plot twist: Leon must be there with you.

You hate that idea, since you felt awkward from last night—you go from hating him then needing him when there’s a topic that you know nothing about, Leon must be thinking you’re just crazy and having a terrible mood swing.

The whole car ride was a bit eerie, even the driver that drove you yesterday felt uneasy. You steal a glance and you turn away quickly because you realized that his eyes were always locked into you. His icy and cold gaze always following your every move, sounds creepy. Isn’t that the type of book trope that Sarina reads?

You can feel him tug a small smile from his lips then turning away, his expression quickly changing to a cold, unexpressive expression. Like this man doesn’t smile at his whole life.

Your bag on your lap, your attention out the window as you and Leon sat at the same seat quietly—keeping a good distance between the two of you until you finally arrived at your destination.

You gave the driver another tip and now, he felt like he can’t stop you from tipping him. You got out the car, and so does Leon’s. You can tell people at your back stop their tracks and take out their phones as if they have seen a real life celebrity—scratch that, he is a celebrity. This motherfucker saved the presidents daughter.

You don’t like the whispers, since Leon is with you—they’ll ask you questions if you two were a thing, why is Leon with you. How come the most dangerous agent is with a person like you.

You like gossips, really—you love the juicy drama and tea, but you don’t like getting involve into drama. They’ll spread it like wildfire, asking questions if they could have Leon’s phone number or that if you two did the deed and if so, is he good? Is he endowed? Fuck them.

Turning your back at him, he follows, “you can stop following me!” you hiss, “can’t do that, sweetheart.” Leon remark, his front touching your back—towering you from behind, you look up to meet his blues.

In others eyes, they could see two people flirting in school grounds, one an agent that dates a college student. Scandalous, isn’t it?

“you can’t always follow me, Leon!” you said and start to walk off, but Leon caught your wrist and turn you around to meet his eyes, “your father instruct me to protect you, I can’t go against your father’s will, now can I?”

You could hear giggles from other students, their phones out and recording—word could spread and come to the principal. “I can’t always have you here, Leon.”

“I won’t interrupt you, I just need to watch over you and ensure your safety, princess.” You snatch your wrist away, you groan and walked away whilst Leon follows. People think that they just witness a fucking conflict of a love story.

You went to the cafeteria to buy some drink, Leon’s outside the cafeteria—it was bustling with people and every people that pass by, they see the blonde agent and asked to take photos with him, which you don’t know if he declines of not.

You took your drink, striking a right time to lose your bodyguard—but there’s only one in and out of the cafeteria and Leon seems to be busy making small talks with the students, so—the first thing that came out from your mind is to run. It’s quite dumb, really. Leon could catch you for 10 seconds max and held you in place so you wouldn’t be a naughty girl.

But you still made a run for it, good thing you still hasn’t pluck the straw in and that your bag isn’t with you right now.

“hey, hey!” Leon yelled, his voice changing to a higher pitch tone, “get back here.” He said and rushes over you, adrenaline kicks in—Leon’s chasing you, not knowing you’re making a scene and people recording. They’ll think that two people are having a chase of their life romantically, but it isn’t. Leon is pissed, your pace began to slow down and before you knew it—you were swept off your feet as he threw you over his shoulder.

“Let me go!” you whine and hit his back a few couple of times, you feel him pat and slap your ass and taking a few deep breaths, “naughty girl.” He said and picked up the drink you dropped.

He picked up your bag where he left it since you asked him to watch it for you. “Now, where to?” he asked, sliding the strap over his shoulder, “Leon, stop! People are watching.” You whine and move your legs to get off.

“No worries, you’re getting the attention you deserve.”

“Stop!” your ear and cheeks burning hot red, you could only cover your face with your hands and just accepts defeat. “where to?” he asked again, “Library…”

You cover your face from the entire walk where Leon still has you in his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Sarina was waiting for you in the library and Leon came in with you in his shoulder—peoples eyes dart to you and him when he entered, “girl, I have been waiting fo—” Sarina cut herself mid-sentence.

Leon puts you down, you’re facing him and your back at Sarina—you don’t wanna face your best friend now and be dumped with a bunch of questions. You lose balance and your covered face made contact with Leon’s chest, you don’t fucking care anymore. You’re too embarrassed to exist now.

Leon looked down and grab you to your shoulder and try to turn you around, you don’t want to and whine at him. Hiding yourself to him and hitting him repeatedly.

“Don’t be a brat now, princess.” Leon whispered, “or else, you’ll draw more attention—which you don’t want, right?” he added and that made you sit down with your friend and ignore Leon’s existence.

Sarina’s kept wandering back and forth to Leon, scooting over to you and giggling as she whispers unnecessary things like how luck you were and that if you two were a thing.

“He’s my bodyguard, the end. Period. End of story. No more question.” You said with gritted teeth, Saeina backs out and chuckle, “ok girl.” She rolled her eyes while Leon only watch.

“by the way, who’s that guy?” you point at the distance, male group with a few females across the room—one particular guy catches your attention, but hey—didn’t you say that you hate guys?

“Why do you asked? I mean, you have Leo—” you hit Sarina with her book closed and she let out a hiss of pain, “god fucking damn—” she curses and glared at you.

“I’m just asking, that doesn’t mean I’m interested.” Or are you? Leon cock a brow and turn his attention to the group with males and female student whispering among themselves and as if they were being held back at being loud.

A brunette guy snatches your attention, curly hair and his smile is something that made you drift you away from reality—as if time froze and it’s just you and him. But Leon isn’t having it, he has this feeling but he shouldn’t voice it out. He’s here for work, he shouldn’t give a shit about you having a little crush over a guy.

But the feeling is that the guy will be a playboy, that’s the vibe Leon is getting since there’s two girls surrounding him.

But who is he to judge?

Leon snapped your attention away, “if you have laser eyes, you could’ve burn through that guys face, you know that?” you hit him and sulk.

Sarina rolled her eyes, “girl, if you want him. Try to have him, I’m just saying that your bodyguard is so much better.” You try to hit her one more time but she dodges and ran out of the library.

But little did you know that the brunette turn his eyes and laid on you, you never knew but instead his gaze met Leon’s cold icy blues. You want to question Leon why he has his hand on your waist as he drags you out of the library.

You’re really in for a ride, aren’t you?

Next Chapter>>>

[zean-velian]

Greetings everbody! Hope you're having a great time today!. In this day i want to present to you all....!

¡¡¡The extravaganza of the life of Y/N Cookie!!!

It's just memes with Y/N Cookie's (a.k.a you) as the protagonist. Based around @brittle-doughie 's cookie-jar memes!

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Y/n cookie: you five are the most malicious cookies i've ever met

The beast cookies: we commited crimes far and wide across earth-bread just so web could "save" cookie-kind

[Cue to the polyamorous wedding between them and Y/N cookie]

The beast cookies *in thought* : we're not going to ask how this happened and we're gonna kiss the life and soul of this cute cookie

[After the wedding Y/N Cookie got their face covered up in lipstick marks red, ivory, blue, pink and purple and they're sitting on the floor all knocked-out]

Shadow Milk cookie *wearing lipstick of his color*: oh my, cutie~! What happened to your face~?

Shadow Milk cookie *turning to eternal sugar cookie and silent salt cookie that is without his helmet* : did you do that?

Eternal Sugar Cookie: we did not done that~

Silent Salt Cookie: *shakes their head in a "no" geasture*

Burning Spice Cookie: then... who did?

[They're all holding the urge to laugh]

Mystic flour Cookie: indeed... who did it?

[Laughter ensues]

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[This one happened when Y/N cookie and Chocolate Frosting Cookie where dating and they were on a hill looking at the moon]

Y/N Cookie: isn't this so beautiful it's just you and i under the moonlight~

Moonlight cookie: HEY! you should break-up with them and come to me Y/N Cookie!

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Sea Fairy Cookie: do you want to make out?

Y/N cookie: No

Sea Fairy Cookie: *cries internally* ne neither i want to sleep *snores laying on top of Y/N Cookie

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Fire Spirit Cookie: Have dinner with me!!! Please! Please! Please!

Y/N Cookie: how about we have it one night?

Fire Spirit Cookie: *sniffles* *sniff* Come on now!!! Every night

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[Y/N Cookie was sparring with Pitaya Dragon Cookie as usual and Pitaya managed to grab Y/N by the neck and put them on the ground]

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: i've finally caught you, you sleek crumb

Y/n Cookie: *pets their head*

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: *chuckles* did you really think that i would let you go by just head-patting me~?

Y/N Cookie: *stops petting*

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: Wait! I didn't say stop!

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[Ananas Dragon Cookie lifted Y/N Cookie off the ground using one hand]

Y/N Cookie: ...do i weight anything to you?

Ananas Dragon Cookie: no... it's like holding a couple of grapes [<-the fruit]

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[Y/N cookie was about to give Lotus Dragon Cookie a good-bye kiss but they did not want them to leave yet so, Lotus Dragon Cookie coiled their tail around Y/N cookie leaving the poor cookie trapped for witches know how long]

Y/N Cookie: I fell into a trap... i went for a good-bye kiss and now... they got me... and they won't let me go

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine~

Y/N Cookie: ok now alright, but. *struggles* humpf!

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine

Y/N Cookie: *struggles* eh!

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine...

Y/N Cookie: *struggles* ha!-

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine!

Y/N Cookie: witches dammit!

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[Lychee Dragon Cookie is tugging to the side of Y/N Cookie for affection some time later of their last interaction with them (in their Mangosteen Cookie disguise)]

Lychee Dragon Cookie: hey! Do you remember the last time you gave me your unwilling love and kindness?

Lychee Dragon Cookie: i would like some more now please

Y/N Cookie: ... well only if you apologize to Rambutan cookie and her tribe

Lychee Dragon Cookie: and if a don't?

Y/N Cookie: you don't get affection

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Y/N Cookie: i wish you were gay so we could make-out

Longan Dragon Cookie: who said i wasn't gay?

Y/N Cookie: ...

Longan Dragon Cookie: ...

[They made-out session between those two lasted 2 whole hours]

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[Golden Cheese Cookie after finding out that Y/N Cookie is depressed ]

Golden Cheese Cookie: crying all by yourself lovely~? Ah ha~ i also have severe depression, mind if join you~?

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Rye Cookie: Are ya a cowboy or a cowgirl?

Y/N Cookie: I'm just a cow

Rye Cookie: *proud* the purest answer

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Gelato Trio Cookie: this is Y/N Cookie, Y/N cookie loves their personal space

Gelato Trio Cookie: unfournately they're also the most wanted cookie in earth-bread for they're unique aura all of the cookies that get in presense of it also love Y/N Cookie's personal space

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White Lily Cookie: she was poetry but he couldn't read...

Hollyberry Cookie: his name was Jarred he's 19

Golden Cheese Cookie: when his parents built a strange machine

Pure Vanilla Cookie: watch that scene dig in the dancing queen~🎶!

Dark Cacao Cookie: Ay macarena!

Y/N cookie: *holding their laughter* horrible job everyone...

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Abyss Monarch Cookie: Will you stop it?! You're killing my emo legendary cookie personality

Y/N Cookie: who's a good octopi~?

Abyss Monarch Cookie: ... me ~<3

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Black Sugar Swan Cookie: you're dead and buried darling~

Y/N Cookie: and bricked! Ho ho! Hello!

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Y/N Cookie: did you know you can overdose in potassium?

Ion Robot Cookie: really?

Y/N Cookie: yes it's... bananas

Ion Robot Cookie: processing statement.... ha ha ha!

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Licorice Cookie: Hey uh... does your pet bite?

Red Velvet Cookie: first of all he's not a pet and second of all, no but he can hurt you in other ways

Chiffon: *bark* (Y/N Cookie will never love you)

Licorice Cookie: *heartbroken* *GASP* how dare you!?

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Elder Custard Cookie: You always are so positive about anything, always believing in that everything will work out, how do you do it?

Y/N Cookie: Well then i'll tell you my secret sir... i lie to myself, every morning when i wake-up i say "everything is going to work out" but i'm lying

Y/N Cookie: *grips on the elder shoulder* i don't know how much longer i can do 🫠 *lets go* have a good day sir!😁

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Snickerdoodle Cookie (a.k.a Y/N Cookie's Dad) : my child is in age to have a couple does anyone want to go out with them?

Shadow Milk Cookie: but sir your child already is ina relationship and it's with me and my now spouses

Snickerdoodle Cookie: You. Should. Be. Back. In. The. Tree

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And that is all for now! Hope you had fun reading and

!!!Catch ya Later!!!

[oliverstarksbae]

Picked up pieces

♡ hi, this is my first ever one shot, so this might be bad, but I hope you enjoy 😉

♡ summary: in which they realize they are made to pick each other pieces

Evan buckley was a player but that was before he met (y/n) she very much was the complete opposite "the ray of sunshine type of girl" So why did she fall in love with him beacuse behind the bad boy act was someone who was hurt and needed some one .

Now it was a normal Saturday he was at work she was at home doing some house work at there shared home made some food read a book and catch up on her favorite show

It had now hit 11pm Evans shift does not finish till 2 so she went to the living room and saw the news.

When she click channel 8 she heard "this is a live broadcast of a horrific hotel fire so far many firefighters are having a though time helping." said a red hair woman

(Y/n's) mind spiraled of what she heard but then took a worried breath beacus the first thing the she thought was ok maybe this is a different firehouse in the 118 area beacuse they were busy

She tried and tried to belive that but then she saw the 118 written on the firetruck that's when she panicked and started to pace around the house with her mind full of worry but it was still not his time to get off so she decided to look at her phone every 5 seconds for the time he gets off.

Evan buckley was stressed to say the least first he was trapped where there was a huge fire which he got out of beacuse he thought of who he cause the most for and how if he did not get out how many people would have been devastated

Then he was not able to save someone today which hurt worst then he thought it would.

He went on his phone and called (y/n) by pressing the contact lover girl <3 ❤️

Then the first thing he heard was, "OH MY GOD EVAN ARE YOU OK I WAS SO WORRIED I SAW ON THE NEW-"

"I'm fine" he replied with not so nice but not that serious tone still in shock on what happen

"Ok let me know when you get home E I love you" said (y/n)

" Yeah see you bye" he said not realizing that he did not say I love you back

(Y/n) on the other hand was confused but decided not to think much beacuse maybe he was tired?

*A few minutes later *

A knock sounded on the door she rushed up to it and ran to evan the give him a hug

"Oh my god, evan, I was so worried. I'm so glad you're ok." she pulled him into a hug, but then he started shaking, and it lok like he was going to cry?

"Evan are you ok? Ok-i-I- need you to calm down fallow my breathing ok?" He agreed while shaking and tears slowing coming down his face

"Baby, I need you to tell me why you are crying. Are you hurt-" he gulped and said, "No-no im-not"

"Ok did something happen?" She asked

"Yes-yes-some-thing-did," he said

"Ok, what happened? I need you to tell me when you're ready, ok?"

"I w-as g-etting some-one an-d we put h-Im on the gurny and in the amb-ul-an-ce he cod-ed" he said it while it replaying in his mind what happened

" E oh my God it's ok you did the best you can and you saved many people ok I love you I want you to know that"

"B-ut I didn't save them I ki-lled hi-m"

"Evan buckley do not think that way you did the best you can and your ability to risk your life every day for strangers now I think you should go take a shower and get ready for bed"

He replied with a happy gentle smile

After everyone was done they both hopped

Onto bad a cuddled she being to big spoon

And slowly he fell asleep but before he said.

"I love you so much and thank you for being there for me"

"Of course I am there for you now I'm tried so goodnight"

"Good night"

Before she fell asleep she thought about what she said and she knew he was hurt plot but she really didn't think it was bad enough for this to happen but she realizedThey were made for each to pick up the pieces other people broke

[renren-006]

Hi could you do something with fezco where he has a big fight with reader(girlfriend) with a happy ending

You Did a Bad Thing Twice| Fezco x Reader

Word Count: 1468 Warnings: Angst, drugs, language, fluff A/N: hey!! so i decided to have a little fun and have a little twist with this one hope you like it!!

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew.

You were the most curious person ever, just like that cat that couldn't keep to herself, you couldn't either. "Curiosity killed the cat"

As it was you were a curious person and Fezco knew that, and he knew that it would also mean one day it would blow up in his face. So when there were situations where you were too curious for your good, Fezco finally blew. 

Time Number One:

This one had not been all your fault, only partially. You and Rue had decided to tag along with the boys to a deal and chill out in the car. It was only the two of you that night and it was surprisingly terrifying being trapped in a car with Rue, high off her ass. Fez didn't know she had taken something and you didn't want to be the one to rat her out but that happened anyways when someone came and put guns to your heads in front of Fez. You stood there in the dim light of the shipping containers and boats with Fezco’s eyes burning holes in your head. The man behind you had your hair in his hands and a gun to your spine, you thought you were going to piss yourself because of how scared you were. Then there was Rue, talking shit as normal and wouldn't shut up, so the man behind her jostled her a few times before she hit the mute button.

"Hey man, you let er' go" Fez spoke calmly to the man behind you. "They dont know nothin"

"Yea? Then why the hell you bring them here?" he asked, pulling my hair back, yanking my neck, and the gun dug deeper into my skin.

"Please, please" you begged, "I don't even do drugs, sir"

"Sir? Is this your girl Fezco?" the man asked, and Fez stepped closer.

"Yea," he said sternly, "You let her and her friend go and I'll forget about this shit ever happening, or else you can go find someone else to deal for you"

"Oh, I see how it is," he said. The man then threw you off of him, making you stumble and tip into Fez’s arms while the other guy calmly let Rue go, who stumbled behind Ashtray and was mumbling something to herself to calm down.

"Aight'' the man said, "You deal our shit properly or next time we won't leave your curious girl as clean as we left her today" and that was the end of the meeting. You clung to Fez who in turn picked you up and brought you back to the car. He sat you down next to him, one of your legs over his as he drove home, Ashtray watched from the backseat with a freaked-out Rue. That night you got scolded and got fucked senselessly till you swore promises to him as you fell asleep calmly. 

Time Number 2:

The second time was all your fault. Fezco knew you well enough to know that having a drug dealer show up at your shared house unannounced was a bad idea. So he shoved you into your shared room, and told you to be quiet. What seemed like an hour ticked by and you had not heard a peep from outside. You cautiously stepped into the hallway, and down to the kitchen and living room, only to come across a room full of tatted up guys with the main one sitting across from Fez. When you tried to step back down the hallway and out of the eyes of the gang members one of them spotted you.

"Hey! Fez you didn't say there were others in the house" the man said, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the living room. You were only in your sleep shorts and one of Fez shirts, you nervously put your arms around yourself to hide. 

"You have a pretty one, Fezco. Why didn't you have this little....slut join us?" the man asked Fez.

"She ain't no slut. She's my girl" Fez said seriously, "And she aint got no business here, let her go back to our room" 

"No, you hid this little thing away when I said no other listeners, she'll stay until we're finished here" he said as you were thrown next to Fez on the couch whose hand found yours. You wanted to whisper to him but the grip he had told you that he was pissed and I shouldn't talk if I wanted this deal to continue going smoothly. You knew you should not have snuck out the room to see what was going on.

"Now where were we...right. Molly? Are you selling my shit or do I have to teach you a lesson by playing with your girl?"

"Don't you touch her," Fez Said. You knew Fez hated selling molly, after what happened with Rue. It wasn't a secret that you knew about Fez's worries and his do's and don'ts in this business. You had talked to Ashtrey enough about this line of work to know that you could have fucked up this deal majorly by having Fez take on the selling of Molly.

"Look man I had a bad run in with Molly okay. I don't want to mess with that no more"Fez insisted.

"Well then, I think we have some persuading to do, '' he said and before he could even reach over to touch you, Ash had his gun aimed right at the dude's head.

"Don't you touch my ma you hear" Ash spoke, gun ready to shoot if the man even thought twice. The other guys had their arms now ready to whip their guns out but one had one trained on me and Fez was about to lose it. 

"Ash, put it down" a command spoken by Fez had the boy putting his firearm down. "Fine, small number, I already have your other products to sell" 

"I like a negotiation, '' the man said, waving his arm to have the man drop the gun and hand Fez a small bag. "One ounce, since your so cautious, and I won't try to touch your girl again if the bag is all sold"

"Deal" Fez spoke so fast he hoped the men would leave soon, and he did. When they were gone and you were calming down, Fez exploded. 

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" he asked Ash, straightened his back at Fez's loud words. 

"I...was curious. I was there for an hour…” you said, your voice quest as you spoke back to him. 

"What? you thought you would come walking in to see what was happening and leave not harmed" Fezco asked you angrily. 

"Yea.." 

"You cannot be serious! What the hell Y/N! The last time this happened you had a gun to your back and a man who looked like he wanted to take you, and this time.....I thought you were going to die" Fez said loudly. He was scared, this voice wasn't anger, ir was cautious. You threw that away when you went down the hallway and Fez almost lost his mind at the thought of you being hurt. 

"I think that about you, that you'll die one day when I'm not there or when Ash can't spring a gun..." You told him softly, you knew the worries because you had them. 

"Y/N," he said softly, his tone changing.

"I'm curious, because I want...No I need to know how much danger you're in"

"I'm safe hunny I swear" Fez spoke. He slowly sat back down next to you on the couch. 

"Are you? Because I know I fucked that up but what if I had not come out here and what if you still refused and he pulled a gun on you or Ash and all I could do is cry over one of your bodies...?" you screamed back. Now it was you that was scared "I can't live if you're not there, and I can not be kept in the shadows about this shit"

"I'm sorry, honey. I know now how much terror you must feel" Fez said, scooting closer to you on the couch. Ash slid down onto the chair in front of you two.

"I'll always protect him. And you" Ash spoke, "Your my ma, you care and you worry just like a mom would"

"I do, oh Ash hun I do, I worry about both my boys, and this line of work scares me because I don't know what shape you'll come home in"

"We know '' Fez spoke. "Why don't we watch that Disney movie you love?" He asked you. A smile rose to your face. 

"You'll watch that with me?" You asked.

"Anything to make you feel better," he told you. "Anything for you hunny"

[krysmcscience]

Aww, look at these cute lil kiddos, they couldn't possibly be-

-oh, wait, no, never mind. They're evil.

I'll clean up and color these sketches eventually. Also, goofy headcanon stuff under the readmore if anyone cares. XD;

The Mystic Seller's mention of Leshy's ascension to godhood got me wondering what sort of mortals the Bishops used to be before they were gods, and how the five of them are even siblings. Unless some Real Weird Genetic Fuckery is going on, I have severe doubts they're related by blood, so...Found Family...? Yes, please~ OuO

So now in my brainspace they start out as a bunch of wretched orphan kids, relying on each other to survive with their own unique skillsets, which they utilize with Extreme Prejudice against anyone who happens to be unfortunate enough to have what they need (food/gold, generally).

Shamura is the leader and tactician (and has some spellcasting know-how as a treat), Kallamar is the lookout and stealth killer (with poisons, though he'll resort to Weaponry Panic if things get dicey), Heket is the thief and explosives fanatic (watch out - she'll steal all your food and then go scorched earth on your crops to make sure you STARVE), and Leshy is the distraction master and trap-digger (and general menace who will bite people's faces). Meanwhile, Narinder gets the short end of the stick as usual, in that his only real skill is Kill People Dead - a silent assassin most times, following Shamura's lead to avoid putting him or his siblings in danger, but if he has to, he's equally fine with just rushing in and going ham with whatever weapons he can get his rude little hands on.

I haven't put much thought into most of their meetings - mainly just that (as the seemingly perpetual outlier of the five) Narinder was the last to be brought into their little family. He was already pretty decent at killing to survive, unwittingly massacred a camp of the quartet's latest targets on his own, fell into one of Leshy's pit traps on the way out, and was later found by both Leshy and Heket, who only resisted firebombing Narinder's fun new pit-home when Kallamar found their targets already dead, after which Shamura saw the value in offering Narinder a place in the family. Naturally, he accepted, since the choice was a logical one for survival's sake, but inwardly, he latched onto Shamura pretty hard as a source of guidance and companionship - and, eventually, comfort. Because I gotta add that lovely source of OOF.

The biggest OOF this headcanon creates, though, is that Narinder used to be the one protecting his siblings. :3c Until...ya know. They needed protecting from him. >:3c I do tend to headcanon the whole betrayal thing to be rather less unprovoked on his part, though, because I read too much into the few details canon gives us on that front, and this fucker has become my precious little meow meow, okay??? >:[

I needed to be in bed hours ago lol, why do I do this

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Wukong: "Then we would have shared that furnace. And we'd be two idiots chained beneath the mountain together."]

Hmmm…I am not a hundred percent sure, but I think when SWK was in the furnace – he was reduced to ash, more than once, he just regenerated each time it happened. And considering he had to have been like 5 times immortal by then…I really doubt Macaque would have survived the furnace. SWK would just be trapped in there with the ashes of his friend/mate.

Although, now I have the image of SWK collecting the ashes and carrying them around in a jar/vase/something and still treating it like Macaque is alright – “Oh, look, Mihou, think we should try that?” – like something between a comfort item and a security blanket, but his mind not dealing with his LEMs death well to a point he’s just…like that. Still himself, but broken in a way.

Tripitaka thought he would be in over his head with the Monkey King being his protector – but the stone monkey clearly not coping well at all with a dead friend and treating their ashes as if still alive…Man’s praying for wisdom every chance he gets.

Referencing a line from my post about Wukong's stage fright.

Thats an extremely sad concept and a great idea for an angst au. It brings the idea of how Monkey (representing the Mind) handles legitimate grief. Him having a Mary Shelley-esque co-dependance on his past mate's ashes is 100% in character for SWK. He clings to the vessel containing Mac's ashes like Guanyin to her vase, rarely if ever putting it down.

I imagine the vase/vessel/urn resembles like those found in Chinese dig sites, but instead of the Imperial Palace, it is topped with a model of Flower Fruit Mountain.

Tripitaka/Tang Sanzang can sympathise with the pain of losing someone dear. In Journey to the West, he sets out to retrieve the scriptures after losing his mother + solving his dad's murder (and thats after being separated from them since and before birth). He's going through his own form of unhealthy grief, similar to his attitude in "The Great Tang Man"; he doesn't want to get close to anyone because he fears losing another loved one. But he sees that Monkey is refusing to accept that someone he cared for is gone, and wishes to find wisdom to help them both.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing are also sympathetic, but a little unnerved by Wukong's obsession. Bajie was a witness to Wukong's Havoc in Heaven, and knows that the Six Eared Macaque fell to the Furnace when his king did not. He's the one to yell at Wukong when he's annoyed by the monkey's chattering to the ash vessel. Wujing is the one to gently suggest ways to include Macaque's memory in healthier ways, and frequently helps Wukong with tasks when the monkey refuses to put down the vessel. Wujing knows how important those things are.

The one who understands the most though, is Ao Lie. He witnessed how his family went nuts in the aftermath of Ao Bing's death. The ones who grieved loudly and silently. The pain that rebounded onto Nezha and his family. Ao Lie was quite young when the death occurred, and always felt like he was on "the outside" of what was happening. He understands that this is the way Sun Wukong choses to process what has happened to Macaque. Ao Lie feels no place to correct him on it - and just understanding Wukong's pain is enough to help the monkey heal even if it takes years.

Wukong in this AU would be far more hesistant to kill his mortal opponents. He knows that even the strongest warrior may fall to ruin. And that the most hated Kings have someone who will mourn their loss. Sometimes his personality of an unhealthly-grieving widower is enough for some threats to back off. Even a demon knows that it is shameful to harass someone who is mourning.

I imagine the most shocked of their encounters would be the monkeys former allies...

Azure: "Sun Wukong? I thought you threw your lot in with the Heavenly Host. Following the beck and call of the Tang Monk." SWK: "I have. But I figured me and Mihou should pay you guys a visit." Peng: "The Six Eared Macaque? So he has survived the Furnace. No doubt he slunk away into the shadows once the lid rose. Where is that coward hiding now?" SWK: "He isn't hiding. He's been here the whole time." (SWK pats the vessel in his arms) The Brotherhood, all realising: "OH." ( ;O_O) (O_O;) ( `−ㅿ−´) Yellow Tusk: "...I believe the Six Eared Macaque has sacrificed the most for our cause. We should show him and Sun Wukong some hospitality, and listen to their tales of travel." Azure, creeped out: "Agreed."

Others like DBK and PIF would also be in mourning. But I could see them almost finding Wukong's behavior romantic. After all, they don't know what they would do if the other had died in battle.

I feel like instead of a "Macaque Chapter" where Wukong encounters his doppleganger while him and Tripitaka aren't on good terms; it's Wukong becoming frustrated with the others' worrying and comments and wanting to prove that theres a way Macaque still lives. And if it involves harassing the Heavens, the Underworld, or the Buddha himself then he'll try.

Perhaps the crux of his Journey is SWK deciding to let go and release Mac's ashes (likely at Flower Fruit Mountain) and learning healthier ways to honor Mac's memory. Or perhaps requesting that the Buddha reunite them - whether as a revival, in death, or in the next life...

BUT ALSO CONSIDER THIS:

Sun Wukong was only able to legitimately survive the Eight Trigrams Furnace (even with peaches, wines, and pills) because;

He's a manifestation of both Earth and the Mind. All the Furnace did was harden him like a piece of coal becoming a diamond.

Wukong isnt dumb. He knows enough about Taoist Alchemy to know that no matter how hot the crucible gets, it will always be its weakest in the Xun/Sun/Wind Trigram. The theory being that while Air feeds Fire, Wind supresses it - in science terms the increased pressure caused by the pure Wind element suffocated the hottest flames but created a lot of smoke; forever reddening Wukong's eyes.

Above: Two separate translations I got.

Macaque is associated with Wind, especially in LMK and other Jttw-inspo works that merge his character with the Macaque King/Great Sage Informing Wind. And as a Celestial Primate/Mystic Monkey, he holds powers unknown to Heaven and himself.

If in Taoist Alchemy; Wind supresses Fire, then there's a chance that instead of becoming refined like a earthy diamond like Sun Wukong - the Six Eared Macaque would cause a different unholy reaction within the Furnace. Like a pressure cooker ready to burst, the Wind within would only expand/quicken until breeched.

Lao Tzu/Laozi opens the Furnance after 49 days, expecting the two monkey demons to be reduced to a pile of ashes and pills. He's met by a pair of monsters that burst forth from the crucible like Pandora's box.

Heaven weeps.

Even if Macaque's physical body was lost to the Furnace, he could retain enough magic to manipulate his ashes into a smokey ghost-like form. The Buddha would be forced to contain Macaque for those 500 years by sealing him in an air-tight vessel.

Wukong carrying around his mate's ashes and the pilgrims thinking him mad with grief, only for Macaque to reveal at an awkward time that he's still technically "alive". Pluming forth from the vessel and ensaring their foes with his ribbon-like tendrils.

And if you wonder what a Furnaced!Macaque would look like? He's already shown us;

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 3/8

Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.

Enjoy!

You spent most days inside because your recovery required it. You still had some aches and pain in your body, let alone in your head, so taking things easy was highly recommended by your doctors. You couldn't stand it though, being trapped in the house like an animal. On top of that Ruben was leaving you. He had previously made the choice to put his career on pause. He told you that he couldn't possibly play football knowing you were in the hospital. Now that you were out it was time for him to return. Back to his old life, hoping that you would do the same.

"My assistant will come by around three o'clock to check on you. If you need something,  anything, don't be afraid to tell him and he'll get it for you."

"Okay." You nodded.

"Alright, I'll see you later tonight."

"Tonight." You confirmed.

Ruben lingered in the doorway, watching you.

"What?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, it's just..."

"What?"

"It's nothing." He muttered on his way to shut the front door.

You crossed your arms. "Ruben, if there is something you wish for me to know you should tell me."

He scratched his beard. "Fine. Usually when we say goodbye..."

"Yes?"

"Well, usually when we say goodbye you also kiss me."

You batted your eyes. "Oh."

"Obviously we won't do that now." He was quick to add. "But it's something that we usually do, like on a regular."

"I see....okay."

"Okay?"

You nodded. "If it's something that we usually do....the doctors say that old habits might help with my memory and..."

"Of course..." Ruben coughed. "Your memory."

Silence fell. It was awkward. You took a step forward. Ruben seemed hesitant at first but removed his gym bag that hung across his shoulder.

"You sure about this?" He asked, tilting his head down to look at you.

"I'm sure." You nodded. Ruben wasn't the type of guy you would usually go for, but you could definitely see the appeal in him. He was typically handsome. Well built, charming and gentle. Any girl would want to be kissed by a man like him, maybe even you.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his breath warm against the side of your face. Ruben had gone for the kiss and to your suprise he wasn't shy about it. He sort of got lost in it and so did you. There was even some tounge in there, more from Ruben than yourself.

"I get it." You smiled. "You haven't kissed your wife in a while, no?"

He shook his head, his forhead resting against yours. "No."

You remained like that, foreheads resting against each other.

"Did you um...did you feel...or remember anything?"

You stepped back. "No. I'm sorry Ruben."

He shook his head. "It's okay. The doctors said it would come to you sooner or later."

"Right."

"I should probably..." Ruben backed away, searching for his gym bag on the floor. He draped it over his shoulder and returned to the door. "I'll see you later tonight."

"See you." You waved.

He nodded and disappeared through the door. The house fell silent as you were left behind.

What now, you asked. Whatever the doctors recommended you weren't having it. You were no animal. You were not staying at home.

You had always been a sharp and independent woman as young. Beetje stront (Little shit) your dad used to call you. The many books in your room indicated that you were even sharper than you thought. They all came from the same place, the library of the University of Manchester. Maybe that is where you were supposed to be? Maybe that's where you would find yourself again?

By foot you got as far as to the city. For some reason you remembered how to get there, but then all the traffic and busy pedestrians seemed to throw you off. You suddenly found yourself in a part of town that you didn't recognize. You tried to use your phone to navigate your way home, but the streets all looked unfamiliar and you couldn't remember the name of the street that you lived on.

"Shit."

Panicked and disoriented, you wandered the streets for hours, unsure of where you were or how to get back home. Just when you were about to give up hope, somone called your name.

"Y/N! Is that you?"

It was a woman, waving to you from across the street.

"Y/N! Oh my god, it's so good to see you!" The woman exclaimed, rushing across the traffic to hug you. "What are you doing here? Why are you all alone?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

The woman's expression faltered, her red lips parting in astonishment.

"I'm sorry I....Ruben told me you were out of the hospital and so I thought..."

"You know Ruben?" You asked.

"Of course I do. He and I used to...never mind. What are you doing here, are you shopping?"

"No, I'm lost and I can't find my way back home."

"I see." The woman observed you skeptically. She wore a blue dress, a long coat and a pair of high heels to go with it. She was really beautiful, you thought.

"Well let's get you back home then." She said and raised her hand to alert a taxi.

"Thank you." You said, feeling obligated to explain the situation with your memory.

The woman, who's name was Rachel, told you not to worry, or be embarrassed. "I'm a friend of Ruben's." She reassured.

"Fuck Y/N!" 

It was arpund six o'clock in the afternoon when the taxi reached the house. Ruben had already returned home from training by then.

"Where were you?" He asked. "Didn't I tell you to stay inside?" Ruben was both relieved and angry to see you. Apprently his assistant had been quick to alert him of your disappearance, forcing Ruben to leave training early. He hugged you tightly, tears of relief streaming down his face. "I was so worried about you," He said, voice shaking.

"I'm, sorry."

You didn't really understand his intense reaction to your brief disappearance.

"Rachel, I don't know how to thank you." He said, moving on to kiss the red haired woman on the cheeks.

"Well firstly you can stop being such a stranger Ruben. If I would have known that Y/N was in need of getting out more I would have taken her out myself."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you. But the doctors say that she needs to rest."

You rolled your eyes hearing Ruben talk about you, making life decisions for you.

"If you say so. Just know that I'm one call away." Rachel waved goodbye. Once she left it was just the two of you again, you, Ruben and your big house.

"I'm going to bed." You announced and disappeared upstairs.

Ruben seemed like he needed time alone to cool off. You understood his concern for you but why did he feel the need to keep you locked up? A trip to the city wouldn't kill you.

Later there was a knock on your door. It was Ruben, looking ready for bed himself.

"We need to talk." He said.

You stepped aside for him to enter what used to be his bedroom too.

"What happened today can't happen again." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N, you left the house without telling me. How was I supposed to know where you went, if you were even alright."

"I'm alright Ruben, I can take care of myself."

"No you can't." He said, raising a finger for you to stay silent and just listen to him. "You still have no memory, of me or us. You couldn't even remember the adress back to our house. I can't let you go outside knowing you might be lost somewhere, wandering the streets of Manchester. That much you must understand?"

You nodded. "You're right, I'm sorry."

He sighed, running a hand down his face. "I just don't know what I would do if somthing happened to you again."

"It won't." You reassured. Seeing him like this, all shook up. It did somthing to you. Inside.

"Come here." He said, but it was more him coming to you, holding you tight, afraid of letting go.

"I did remember something." You mumbled, from beneath the pit of his strong arms.

"You what?" Ruben let go, holding arms length instead.

You smiled. "I remembered something."

"You did, well w...what was it?"

You sat down on the foot of your bed, recalling the day. "I remember wanting to go somewhere, somewhere in the city."

Ruben knelt down before you. "Okay, do you remember where or what this place looked like?"

"Yes, I think it was a school. The school you told me where I did my research. I saw myself in a lab, measuring things."

"That's great Y/N. You're starting to get memories of your life back."

"Yes, but I think what triggered it was going outside, facing the world, you know?"

"Y/N." Ruben looked worried. "The doctors said..."

"I know what the doctors said, I was there. But what if I could leave the house two or even once a week. Would it be that bad?"

Ruben looked to contemplate. If the choice was his alone he wouldn't recommend it, but somehow he knew that the choice was yours and that he shouldn't stop you.

"Okay." He nodded. "I'll call the doctors tomorrow, ask them if it's possible. If it is, then I'll arrange for someone to take you to the University twice a...."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." You rushed to hug him, his frame too solid to be moved by your sudden ambush. It felt good, hugging Ruben.

"You should get some sleep." He whispered, a hand stroking your head.

You tilted up to look at him. He was already looking down at you. Neither of you said anything although there was something you felt drawn to do. You rose to stand on your toes. Ruben caught you with a hand between your shoulder blades. The kiss was rushed but sensed long after your lips parted.

"Goodnight Ruben."

He smiled and backed away towards the door. "Goodnight Y/N. Sleep tight."

[ender-cloud]

Epic the Musical Vengeance Saga just dropped so heres my thoughts on it!!

Overall thoughts: A lot shorter than I thought it was going to be BUT, THAT MAY BE BECAUSE OF THE ITHICA SAGA HAVING SO MANY LONG SONGS

Wait nevermind, it’s the next day and I just realized how long the Vengeance saga is I think I was just tired and it just seemed like it was fast

Also very Nerve racking, and I literally sat there eyes wide and mouth agape almost the entire time oh my god it was so fucking cool, the animation??? Like huh???

Now onto the songs before I start getting into specifics!

Song 31: Not Sorry for Loving you

I am not a Calypso fan, normally I don’t like her in any adaptation or original version, but, with that said, this is the first song that really made me re think that. (Still hate her though, but I tried to put in two perspectives)

The way that Jorge made it so you can really see how tragic Calypso is and really feel for her, is it definitely not ok that she kept Odysseus trapped against his will: yes, but really being alone for so long it makes sense.

Wangui really out did herself, the way you can tell the voice change from Love in paradise which is more upbeat and energetic, to this sad, distant voice in Not sorry for loving you, showing just how much she doesn’t want to let Odysseus go but knows its for the best, no matter how much it hurts her to

I feel like Calypso admitted that she did something wrong but yet still saying shea not sorry for loving Odysseus makes the song more in character and more realistic for her

On the other side; her words are trying to make Odysseus stay. She thinks if she can make Odysseus feel bad for her by telling her all this he will stay with her, but Odysseus is tired of this, it probably isn’t the first time where Calypso tried to convince him not to leave with her words. Despite being tired of the island, he still has his wits and knows better to fall for it

Saying “I’m not sorry for loving you” is completely getting rid of the “apologies” she said before. All of the things that she said was done out of her “love” so saying she’s not sorry for loving ody is saying to ignore everything she said before “I’m sorry for making YOU feel bad but I’m not sorry for doing it”

I can talk line by line when it cuts to the animatic but its getting late so I’ll just skip to the one that really stuck out to me which was Ody’s “I love you! but not in the way that you want me to…”

At first, it threw me old guard, odysseus, the biggest simp ever, in love with another woman! Impossible! But than the second part really made me think about how close they might have grown in the last 7 years

Even if it wasnt how Calypso wanted it to go and how Ody didn’t always have the best times on that island; Calypso still took care of him and they were each other’s only company for years, they would grow close as friends and it all makes sense put into that perspective

And Calypso hating that she fell in love with ody also makes sense in this perspective, if she didn’t love him the two had the opportunity to become great friends, truly all calypso wanted was company, and she knows that if she had stopped herself she would have had that company in a friend. Maybe the two could’ve gotten along better than they could’ve ever imagined just as friends, and maybe, this departure would be more sad on Odysseus side and less rageful on Calypso’s side.

Also Gigis animatic for it was just ahshajbshshs god, it was so good

Anyway, with all of that said this song can also be seen as emotional manipulation:D depends on how you look at it because it can be seen as Calypso playing the victim to make Odysseus feel bad and stay with her, It was most likely the intention but I tried to give both perspectives on the situation

Song 32: Dangerous

HERMES HAHAHAH OH I LOVE HEREMS SO MUCH!! FAVORITE CHARACTER RIGHT THERE!!

Something I really enjoyed about dangerous is what it brought back from past songs, the wind bag, the 600 men lines coming back but this time without the crew to back it up, instead theres just silence

And then of course Hermes is there too so thats by itself is bringing back Wouldn’t you like.

Troy’s voice is just so intresting to me and scratches my brain in all of the right places

To be honest hearing Troy sing the plan of the part made me let out a sigh of relief because all I could’ve heard until then was the Carl wheezer version and I’ve now been cleansed by Troys amazing voice

The whole Hermes dancing part while Odysseus fought off monsters was definitely a lighter thing to laugh at after Not sorry for loving you, ALSO THE TWERKING??? I CANT JUST NOT TALK ABOUT THAT, so now, the question everyones all been wondering, is Hermes giving the Winions twerking lessons? Because I mean the man flys and got the wind bag so must be relatively close with Aeolus (they match each others energy) and there for the Wininons in relation also they were his backup singers so!!? Twerking lessons

Anyways back to the song; odysseus part is so good, I don’t know what else to say about except for that but I truly do like it I swear!!

The fact that Athena didn’t even seem to cross Odys mind at the end was shocking to me, yes they had their falling out but Athena was the first person he called out to in Love in Paradise

The fact that he thinks he was ignored and pushes aside by her is heart renching, i do hope they have a reconnection in the Ithca saga (Because Athena is not dead, I refuse it Jorge, your video was a Lie, she is not dead, Apollo healed her, she is ok!)

Song 33: Charybdis

I dont have much to say about this one Annalyzing wise so instead I will say that It’s very Catchy and will be stuck in my head for all time.

I love Jorges voice in it chat its so good, It always is but like the Vocals on this one in particular I cant explain it

Also the animation is really cool.

God I dont know why, I knew Get in the water was coming but I really was happy for Odysseus to make it home, I think it’s how he sounded so desperate and so close and I just wanted to give him a hug, the past two somgs kept my mind off of what was to come and it really came to stab me in the back

Song 34: Get in the water

All I can think of is my friend going “Oh no he’s hot!” To poseidon when he arose from the water to start off the song, it was a little bit of light before the storm that was to come

I’ve been meaning to say this for a few of the songs now but Get in the water has such a different feeling and tone than any other song in the musical, normally Jorge brings melodies back but hearing a completely different sound that hadn’t been in the musical earlier almost breaks this invisible rule in place and its nerve racking

It dosent start with the normal boss music but instead its own original thing because this isn’t just a boss, this is the Boss that is the biggest turning point in Odysseus, this time we truly see Odysseus become the monster, a monster that scares not only mortals, but gods and other monsters as well, he will never let anyone defy him again

Poseidon’s threats to raise the tide were so nerve racking, god Steven Rodriguez’s voice is so calm yet so filled with rage at the same time, so steady but so ready to break the dam down, and the way it escalates to where the anger is more ahown but its not quite screaming, not just yet has Posedion reached the peak of his Anger

Odysseus still trying to reason with Poseidon, one of the last times this reasoning part of him will show as he tries to convince Posedion to give up after the 10 years this has been going on for

The reasoning turns into a faint version of ruthlessnesses melody, the melody playing in the background, not only to lead into Poseidons lines from it, but also knowing just how Ruthless both Poseidon and Odysseus are soon to become

Poseidon powering up WAS SO SICK MAN! LIKE OH MY GOD!!! It was absolutely amazing, my mouth dropped when I saw it and it reminded me of circe and her monster yet this isn’t a monster but an extension of poseidon (Who can count as a monster depending on who you ask)

This is where we can see Poseidon reach the peak of his anger where his power is the strongest and his boss move is set in place, the animation, again, absolutely fantastic. The ocean breaking is so satisfying, and yet the entire time I was terrified of it

JORGE STOP BRINGING BACK OPEN ARMS OH MY GOD I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE, I couldn’t tell if they were pulling Odysseus to his death or empowering him, because Polites just put his hand on Odys shoulder, an encouraging powerful gesture. While his mother is dragging him down and down into the sea and Eurylochus is on his arm

It’s the same thing from love in paradise, the memories make him want to die but then he remembers that; they would want him to live on and fight, to not let them die for nothing, and to make it out alive so he could make sure they were all remembered, every 601 of them (or 602 if you count the baby)

But it could have also been that they knew what Odysseus was going to become and wanted him to just rest and let himself go once and for all, Polites looking at him, knowing that Odysseus cant do that, knowing Odysseus would never just leave his wife like that.

Instead of using this new found encouragement and power in his body to reason with Poseidon he becomes a monster to him instead, the monster thats always been within him but just hidden because of him leading with his heart

Song 35: Six Hundred strike

I forgot who the animator was because it’s the next day but it looked so much like a video game and was so impressive, all of the animatics in this one were just absolutely terrifying, with Odysseus red eyes being like him powering up is so interesting to see

Now remember what I said earlier during Dangerous about the crew not backing Odysseus up because they were gone; this song brings them back after Odysseus saw their spirits, like he had remembered and now the voices may not actually be there but in Ody’s head as a form of motivation for the fight

It’s been a while since we’ve heard Odysseus so angry (Because he’s to busy gentle parenting and reasoning with every monster he finds) but now seeing it against poseidon was such a shift and Ody shifted with it.

Just awesome animation and the instrumental in the back is so cool and high stake. “Almost all of whom were slaughtered by your hand!” Sososo good because when it wasn’t Poseidon it his son and the last part of the crew died under Odysseus’s choice but instead of focusing on this he focused on how he only caused 42 deaths (Elpenor i love you but your death was your fault) and how Poseidon caused more that 500 instead.

In that Light it made what Odysseus would do next more reasonable for him, more justified in his mind

The animation turn where all you could see was the red glowing eyes of Odysseus staring at you before he picks up the trident and starts torturing Poseidon.

Old Odysseus after he defeated Poseidon would once again try and reason with him to stop the storm, but this is a new odysseus, a different beast so to say, he no longer cares about the nice way out, Ruthlessness will become far from Merciful if it means he can finally see his family again.

“You didn’t stop when I begged you! Told me to close up my heart!” I am very much obsessed with the lines in this saga they are so good and just so powerful as well in the moments, its an action jammed pack saga because it has to be the entire journey back but it’s done so well.

Hearing an actual god Call odysseus a Monster is different from anything else that might’ve been scared of him before because Gods are all powerful, they don’t have time to fear mortals, But Odysseus is different, more power in just a mortal than they have ever seen before, Odysseus doesn’t have any godly power except for his wit and brute strength to win his battles and thats absolutely terrifying to see how powerful he is with just being a mortal man

“How will you sleep at night?” “Next to my wife.”

GOD, I dont know what to say about this line except for it is absolutely amazing and delivered so well and is just all in all very resinate of what Odysseus’s goal has been since he started this journey

This saga was all in all very cool! It’s not up in my top 3 but its very very close

[mooneeswrld]

WHAT IS LIKE TO BE A QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

warnings : forced marriage, religious (Christian) prayers.

summary : as a daughter of a brilliant knight of Liones, you grown up in a abusive familyhood. you then escaped of this situation and someone’s knight were looking for a bride for their king just as they saw you running out…

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

-> preview

“excuse me, who are you ?” you said as you grabbed his hand on your shoulder, put it away and glared at him.

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

“wait,wha-“ after this, I felt a big blow on the side of my head, then i felt mysef pass out...

shit...

-> to follow

i stood up immediatly after i came to my senses, i looked at where i was when someone entered the room i was in. this freaking knight with red armor.

"i see you're up now, future queen" said the knight as a smirk animated his lips.

"where the fuck am i ? and don't you dare call me that again, you fool" you barked at him as he chuckled, his chuckle gave you the want to squeeze his head till blood comes out.

"oh don't worry about the place, we won't stay there long. the king is waiting for you. no now, obey" he said as a big head-aches took me by surprise. he put a hand on my hand when i felt a bandage that surronded my head.

"what king are you talking about ?? what did you do to my head and why would i obey you ??" i said really nervous as i thought of all the elements that bring me to a conclusion...was i in a forced marriage or something ??

"King Arthur of Camelot, i just knocked you out with my sword and you will obey me or i'll do worst to you" he grin as he looked down your body.

"don't you dare do something to...your future queen" you said as you thought about prented to be thrilled by the marriage and take my role as the queen to maybe find a way out of this trap.

"oh i see you're already taking your role...we'll see about that then" he said as he leaves and let you alone happily. you sighed as you heard a knight calling you to leave.

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"in few minutes we'll arrive at Camelot !!" you heard a knight saying those words as you frowned, trying not to show your nervous situation, your heart pounting in your chest.

"open the portal" said the red armor's knight to another one who opened the portal as we entred this weird place. the castle was only few steps away as waitress came to you.

"hello my Lady Seria, follow us to the castle to dress you quickly !!" said an super kind waitress, but how did she knew my name ? as i follow them, i was surprised to see people happy in Camelot, i always thought that it was a no-life castle.

when we arrived in a room, with the most neautiful view i'd ever seen, a waitress gave me a sign to come near her.

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when we finished my dressing, in my head i had the plan to run out directly when i got out of this room. "here, Lady Seria, you look stunning" said the waitress as other ones gasped in shock of i think...my beauty ? I stood up to look at how i was looking when my eyes widen in front of the mirror.

my long white wavy hair where let out on my white satin dress full of details with gold details on the extremities of the dress, my neck fully exposed with my shoulders exposed too, a square neckline with a purple set of necklace and earrings.

i took a deep breath as i smiled and turn around the waitresses "thank you, girls. please answer me just one question...do you know an easy way out of this castle ?"

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as i prepared myself out, i opened the door and rushed to the way the waitress told me when i bumped into someone. i fell on the floor as it touched my nose bleeding. "hey watch where you're going !"

you look up to see two knights glaring at you, then suddenly they two took a arm of yours and started walking with you as you bleed of the nose.

“wait ! what are you doing ??” you said as you tried to go off of them, stirring your arms but nothing happened, you felt pain in your arms.

“to the throne room, Lady Seria” you gasped, nervous as your eyes widen when they stopped in front of a door. The red armor knight waiting for you.

“ready ?” he said with a grin. you gasped as he opened the big door. you saw a throne at the first sight with a ginger haired man sat on…Arthur…

the guard let you to the red armor knight by throwing you to him, you wiped you nose bleeding, and step in the room.

“hello, Ironside. I see you bring my bride…” a voice said as you shivered looking down, your breath heavy. the knight put a knee on the ground and bow to the king and said.

“hello, your majesty. yes, this is Lady Kay Seria from Liones. a holy knight from Liones, your majesty” he said, that was funny how his voice changed with the king. he turned at you glaring to you. you understood why, you looked up to the King, already looking at you. your eyes widen as you jumped and directly bow.

his presence was freaking me out. “good, the wedding is tomorrow.” you gasped, it was early !! you need to find a way out before tomorrow…

“of course, your majesty. she’ll be ready” he said, I saw him sweating as he talked to the King, I wanted to laugh so hard seeing him like that.

“but first, Merlin. make her queen…of chaos” your eyes widen, you didn’t knew about that as you looked up directly, ready to say something when Ironside whispered to you. “don’t you dare say no.” you gasped as Merlin step closer to you. touching your shoulder when you changed of room.

“well, it’s going to hurt a bit. but it’ll be quite fast if you cooperates.” you looked up to her, with a bored look, not saying a word. but in your head you were clearly doing a panick attack. “okay, what is it going to change on me ? what is it the “queen of chaos” thing ??”

“you’ll share your powers with Arthur. you’ll be bounded to him, and you’ll be the queen of chaos.”

you didn’t ad time to say anything that she put her two arms in front of you and a white kind of thunder pierced you. you then got knocked out.

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as you woke up you were on the air, when a big pain took off your body. you screamed in pain, grabbing your tummy. “w-what…what are you d-doing to me ???!” you couldn’t stop screaming, the pain was too intense. when finally, it stopped. leaving you gasping for air on the ground. you glared at yourself in the mirror, looking at your now, black sclera. you screamed of surprise, before putting a had on your mouth.

tears dropped down your eyes as you felt something changed inside of you.

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you were in your room dizzy about what happened hours ago. you could feel a change but you didn’t knew what beside the fact that you had chaos power now…

Tristan…

TRISTAN !!! KING MELIODAS !!!

oh my god they’re gonna kill me, but for real, I’m the queen of chaos now and I cannot run away this time. Arthur is not that mean too…

*knock knock*

shivers ran down you spine, you really wasn’t trusting the place. when you understood that you were in bra on your bed, sweating from the fever you had, you were about to get ready quickly but you didn’t had time to when someone said while entering my room.

“sorry but it’s urgent, I’m entering” the voice said when the door flew open and let you frozen on you bed, you outfit showing at least a half of your body…

“wait-“ you said as you saw Arthur in the corner of the door. SHIT. you couldn’t help but feel aroused you think… his gaze were on you eyes when it drifted to your body.

his gaze wasn’t shy but was needy I think… oh my… where did I put myself in ??

“sorry…, it’s urgent. are you feeling alright now ?” he said while approaching you, approaching??? you felt shivers down your whole body and heat growing on your face.

“w-wow what’s going on that is so urgent that you can’t wait for me to get dressed ?!”

he smirked and sat on your bed.

“the wedding is tomorrow, I need you to be ready and healthy, maids are on their way for your dress” he said totally not ashamed of staring at my body and face, like he didn’t saw me this close.

“okay ! now I think you can go pleas-“ you were about to protest when he sat on your bed and looked up at you with a grin, that makes your face heated.

Arthur was the king of chaos, but damn…he was the hottest man you ever saw.

Arthur cut you by saying “you know, tomorrow night is the wedding night. I want you to be relaxed around me…”

your eyes narrows and you said with a quite teasing tone “how could I ? you’re the king of chaos”

“am I that scary to you ? all I want is to protect Camelot and my peoples” he said as you saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, he was sincere.

“yeah, if you say so. now if you don’t mind, I need to get dressed, you’ll only see my body tomorrow night, mrs. can’t-wait” you smiled slightly at him, you found yourself gradually enjoying his company.

you won’t run off Camelot now, it’s too late…

hours passed as your maid got you ready, you found yourself happy in this wedding dress. you always wanted to be somehow a queen when you were little girl, a dream come true.

but you were queen of chaos, that wasn’t the same actually, but you’ll see later about that.

as the maid finished your get ready, you came up to the miror and gasped loudly. wow… you were dressed of a white dress of wedding with gold accent on it. your breast were highlighted by the push-up corset. gold jewellery going down perfectly on your neck and ears. your hairs are naturally down your back.

today was a very big day because you were getting married and crowned. your breath start to panick.

“your highness is alright ? how do you find yourself ?” a maid said softly. you took off the anxiety in your heart and took your role.

“im great and beautiful in this dress, now tell me when i need to go because the wedding is now” you said all blank of emotions and looked up to the maids.

“okay, follow me your highness” a maid said while getting out of the dressroom.

you followed her to a big door and you got told that everyone was there already and Arthur was waiting for you.

you took a deep breath when the big door opened. as everyone’s gaze was on you, you walked without looking anywhere but in front of you and Arthur.

Arthur gaze was on you with a lovely smile as he watches you walking.

when you arrived to the place the prayer started the long thing while you and Arthur were looking at each others with smiles.

“blessings and merry meet. Gentle lords and ladies, their bans having been published, we are here today to join the fair King Arthur and the Noble Lady Seria together.

They have asked you here to share in their joy, and to declare their love for one another before you as a community.”

the prayer turn to you and talked again

“Lady, are you here this day in pledged truth of your own free will and choices ?”

you replied softly without letting your eyes contact with Artur go.

“yes, father”

he turn now to Arthur and say

“King, are you here this day in pledged truth of your own free will and choices ?”

he replied without letting you eye contact and without hesitation

“yes, father”

“in as much as this Noble Lady and Fair King have pledged their troth to be married this day, we call upon Heaven to bless this union. Therefore if any one can show just cause, why they may not be joined together, by God's Law, or the Laws of the Realm; let them now speak, or else hereafter keep silent for all time.”

the silence was answering

“Lest it not be overlooked, however, there is rumor amongst the fair King people that any such scurrilous objector shall be later beheaded today at the feast for the entertainment and amusement of the Lords and Ladies in attendance.

There being no objection to this marriage let us continue.”

the prayer turn to me and say

“Swear you now, on this sacred blade, that there is no reason known to you that this union should not proceed.”

you smiled and without letting go of your gaze on Arthur as you both made some smiles and chuckles

“I do so swear, father”

he turns to Arthur now and continue

“Is there any reason known to you why this partnership should not be made?”

he grin at you, with a lust and groaning voice he replies

“there is none”

you felt aroused by his voice and gaze

“Heavenly Father, creator of all things both in heaven and Earth, we humbly ask thee to bless this union, may these thy servants seek goodness all the days of their lives, may they be strong in defense of what is right, may they be united as one even as the art with God.

May they be numbered amongst thy sheep. We humbly pray in the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit. AMEN”

he turn to me again before saying a big thing

“Do you Lady Seria take unto thyself as husband the fair King Arthur and pledge unto him before God and these witnesses to be his protector, defender and sure resort, to honor and sustain him, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, with all thy worldly powers, to cherish and forsaking all others, keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?”

“I will”

your response was simple but to Arthur it was ecstasy. the prayer turn to Arthur

“ Do you fair King Arthur take unto thyself the Noble Lady Seria to be thy rightful lady Wife and Queen and pledge unto her before God and these witnesses to honor and cherish her, to cleave unto her, in sickness and in health, in fair and in foul, be his one true and lasting counselor and solace, and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live?

“I will”

“Heavenly Father, bless these rings which Noble Lady Seria and Fair King Arthur have set apart to be visible signs of the inward and spiritual bond which unites their hearts. As they give and receive these rings, may they testify to the world of the covenant made between them.”

a little girl came up with the rings and let you took Arthur’s one before taking his hand gently and saying.

“Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you.”

and you put his ring slowly that fit perfectly to his finger.

he then grabbed your ring and took your hand and says

“Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love for you.”

“This circle will now seal the vows of this marriage and will symbolize the purity and endlessness of their love.”

then four noble person came with cords, it was the ritual. you both joined hands and smiled at each other.

the first person place the cord around your both hands

“The first, the Burgundy cord to symbolize romance, partnership and happiness”

the the 2nd person place another one

“the Ivory cord which stands for peace, sincerity and devotion.”

the 3rd

“the gold cord which represents unity, prosperity and longevity.”

the 4th person now tie the cords together to signify the tying of the knot.

“As this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound. Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibers, are all the hopes of thy friends and family, and of thyselves, for a new life together.”

he then talks a lot that makes me bored.

“With the fashioning of this knot you tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last.

In the joining of hands and the fashioning of a knot, so are your lives now bound, one to another.

By this cord you are thus now and forevermore bound to your vow.

May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last. May this cord draw your hands together in love, never to be used in anger.

May the vows you have spoken never grow bitter in your mouths. As any child discovers when they are learning to tie their own shoes, the first move is to cross the ends.

The cross creates the (X), which is the symbol of partnership and union. As your hands are bound by this cord, so is your partnership held by the symbol of this knot.

Two entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, by hardship and victory, anger and reconciliation, all of which brings strength to this union.

Hold tight to one another through both good times and bad, and watch as your strength grows.

I shall now remove the cords.”

he then remove the cords slowly.

“The hast pledged troth of the own free will and sworn upon the Sword, The hast exchanged rings and been bound together by the ritual of the cords.

May it be granted that what is done before the gods be not undone by man.”

the moment that makes you stressed was now happening : the kiss.

“Before I proclaim you joined the must kiss three times on cue.

Once for luck, Twice for Love and Thrice for Long life.

By the Power Vested in my by the Realm”

Arthur took your hand and approached him to your face and gently put his hand on your cheek. he then kissed you first time, it was magical, that was a long kiss that in your brain, made all your thoughts shut, you wanted to be his wife now. you put a hand gently on his shoulder to push him into the 2nd kiss. and then kissed a 3rd time before looking at him with a lovely smile.

“I now pronounce you Lady Seria and Fair King Arthur, Wife and Husband.”

The crowd applauded as you looked at each other with big smiles.

->time skip to the coronation->

the maids changed you into the very traditional queen outfit, a long trail with fur on the collar of the dress. it was still white and gold. it really freaks you out because now you were alone on stage. Arthur was looking at you

you were on the church, everyone here, the Bible on your hand when you started the speech.

“Sir, to keep you ever mindful of the law and the Gospel of God as the Rule for the whole life and government of Queen, receive this Book, the most valuable thing that this world affords. Here is Wisdom; this is the royal Law; these are the lively Oracles of God.”

the prayer took the Bible and put it on the church.

“Our Majesty, the Church established by law, whose settlement you will swear to maintain, is committed to the true profession of the Gospel, and, in so doing, will seek to foster an environment in which people of all faiths and beliefs may live freely. The Coronation Oath has stood for centuries and is enshrined in law. Are you willing to take the Oath ?”

“I am willing”

I stand up look at the crowd and place my hand on the Bible.

“Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Camelott, your other Realms and the Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?”

“I solemnly promise so to do.”

“Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?”

“I will.”

you then kneel down at the Chair of Estate.

“Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of God and the true profession of the Gospel? Will you to the utmost of your power maintain in Camelott the Protestant Reformed Religion established by law? Will you maintain and preserve inviolably the settlement of the Church of Camelott, and the doctrine, worship, discipline, and government thereof, as by law established in Camelott?”

“And will you preserve unto the Bishops and Clergy of Camelott, and to the Churches there committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges as by law do or shall appertain to them or any of them?”

“All this I promise to do.”

I place my hand on the Bible again and say

“The things which I have here before promised, I will perform and keep. So help me God.”

i then kiss the Bible and the prayer say

“Your Majesty, are you willing to make, subscribe, and declare to the statutory Accession Declaration Oath?”

“I am willing.”

“I, Seria, do solemnly and sincerely in the presence of God profess, testify, and declare that I am a faithful Protestant, and that I will, according to the true intent of the enactments which secure the Protestant succession to the Throne, uphold and maintain the said enactments to the best of my powers according to law.”

I sign the copies of the Oaths, whilst the choir sings.

“Prevent us, O Lord, in all our doings with thy most gracious favour, and further us with thy continual help; that in all our works begun, continued, and ended in thee, we may glorify thy holy name, and finally by thy mercy obtain everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”

I then kneel again and the prayer say

“God of compassion and mercy whose Son was sent not to be served but to serve, give grace that I may find in thy service perfect freedom and in that freedom knowledge of thy truth. Grant that I may be a blessing to all thy children, of every faith and belief, that together we may discover the ways of gentleness and be led into the paths of peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.”

the prayer take the crown and put it on my head and I stood up and take the scepter.

“I declare you Queen of Camelott !”

and the full crowd applause and say things like “glory to the Queen !!”

I smiled and looked at Arthur, this is not that bad actually.

*to be continued*

[ghostsnugget]

I didn't get a lot of feedback on my last post but I'm so glad so many of you liked and reblogged. Here's part 2 of temp on Base.

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"FOX TROT..." You respond, your call sign earning a couple of approving murmurs. "Very nice, well you talk to the team...eat...get as settled in as you can in a military base. And don't worry, they won't cause you any trouble." Price says with a chuckle, turning and walking away.

As much as you want to believe him the dirty looks they're giving you says different. You can't see Ghost's face but his eyes say it all. A cold chill creeps it's way up your spine and your face starts to burn. Gaz smacks the table softly and stands up. "I'm gonna go to the gym. I suggest you guys do the same, we have a big day tomorrow." Gaz says before turning and walking away.

You finally look down to see what was for lunch and see on your tray a sad looking Salisbury steak and some half mashed potatoes. In a little bowl in the corner of the tray are some brown string beans. They look like they were cooked too long. 'prison food' is all you can think as you look at this sorry excuse for a meal.

After contemplating your life choices for a minute you finally decide to eat. You have to hold back a gag as you eat the string beans. Maybe this is why everyone looks so grumpy. While you were zoned out apparently Ghost and Soap had left. They left their trays half eaten on the table. Having skipped breakfast you forced yourself to eat it all.

After that meal you didn't know if it would be a good idea to work out so you went to your room. It was still too quiet. Walking through the halls was like you had some how made a wrong turn and fell into the back rooms. Your room wasn't much better, it was the horrid color as the halls and the air smelled stale. They obviously didn't get many transfers.

Suddenly you thought maybe coming back here wasn't a good idea. It was cold in the room and the lack of air flow made you feel trapped. A Knock knock knock sounded at the door. The visitor kicked you out of your stupor, bringing you back to reality.

Opening the door you're met with Price's friendly smile. "We're having a meeting in an hour. Meet me in my office when it's time. Oh and change into your pt uniform." Without wanting for an answer he turns on heel and walks away.

Quickly you get changed so you're ready when the time comes. Your uniform is a pair of black basketball shorts, a white T-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes. Now is the hard part, finding something to do while you wait. The only things you brought were a book to read and a sketch book.

Neither sound appealing right now so instead you think it might be a good idea to take a walk around the base. Most of the halls seem the same. Eventually you find your way to the k9 training unit. Gaz is there, feeding the dogs and tending to the kennels. When he finally turns around and sees you he greets you with a smile.

"Hey, life on Base going okay for you so far?" It's a complete 180 from how he was in the chow hall. "It's as boring as boring can get, not much to do outside of training and what I brought..." You mumble.

He nods, giving a dog a little scratch behind the ear. Suddenly he stands and says, "it's almost time for the meeting, we should head over to Price's office." He puts the dog away and waves for you to follow him.

Arriving at Price's office you find Soap and Ghost already there with him. You and Gaz take a seat, waiting for Price to begin. "I haven't told you all what's going on on purpose. We have a top secret mission coming up and we need to keep this as quiet as possible." His voice is tense and quiet.

He looks around at everyone in the room, almost like he's assessing how everyone is reacting. "It's time to start preparing for project graveyard. We're going to be wiping out one of the most powerful terrorist groups in Germany."

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I hope you like it, I'd love to hear how you think I could improve and where you would like to see the story go next.

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Peace Offerings Pt. 17

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Masterlist

Content Warning: 18+ MDNI

Chapter Summary: Reader has a dream and her reaction to it doesn't go unmissed by Joel. In an effort to distract him from it, Reader offers to do a favor for their saviors, Lydia and John, that sends them out to check the perimeter of the property. During their perimeter check, a freezing rainstorm barrels through and forces the two to take cover in an abandoned tool shed. Joel takes advantage of their alone time and asks Reader about the dream once more.

<3 CHAPTER WARNINGS ARE AT THE END OF THE TEXT TO AVOID SPOILERS <3

Part 17

The sun had dipped below the treeline and the little girl, Lucy had long since been put to sleep. I’d decided it was time to let Matthew sleep since his eyes kept fluttering while we were talking. He most definitely was not out of the woods yet. This thought kept me nervously rubbing the edges of my shirt between my fingers as I sat in the living room with Joel, John, and his wife who I’d learned was named Lydia. “He’d managed to miss both the tripwire and the pitfall and just wound up slumped over on our front porch. Lydia had heard him and found him there bleeding like a stuck pig- Sorry, for that visual.” John stuttered as he explained how they found Matthew. I cringed at the image of him in that condition. Joel was next to me on the couch and I felt his hand brush against my leg. A small action of comfort. 

         “Well, I can’t thank you enough for saving my brother.” I croaked. The fatigue of the day weighed down on my tone. “Of course. We believe that as long as you have the resources, save who you can.” Lydia said. “Your traps say otherwise.” Joel grumbled. I shot him a disapproving look. “Well, we do have a little one here to protect. Plus, they’re more for infected. We don’t come across many people these days.” John clarified. Joel rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say more but was thankfully interrupted by Lydia speaking again, “Well, it’s getting late. We’d be happy to let you two stay here while your brother heals. Unfortunately he’s taken up our guest room so all we have left is the living room or the master. You two are such a sweet couple and you must be exhausted from your travels, I insist that you take the master. I wouldn’t mind sleeping on the couch for a night or two.” John looked a bit annoyed at his wife for offering up their luxuries to strangers. “Oh- we’re not a couple. We’d be happy to sleep on the couch. Thank you so much for offering, though.” I said as I scooted farther away from Joel. Lydia’s smile dropped and she studied the two of us for a moment before snapping out of it and speaking again, “Oh! I’m sorry. Um… no problem, I’ll just grab you some blankets.” She hurried out of the living room and down the hall. John rubbed his knees awkwardly for a moment before standing, nodding, and then following his wife down the hall. 

“You could be a bit more polite, you know.” I whispered through my teeth as soon as the man left the room. Joel stared at me blankly before answering, “They’re strangers. Can’t be too careful.” He stood up and walked to the window to examine the pitch black that went unnoticed as it fell over the sky. “They saved my brother Joel. The least we could do is show an inkling of trust or gratitude.” He pressed his lips together and gave a slight nod before sitting back down on the couch.            

“They’re not much, but they should warm you through the night.” Lydia said as she entered the room and handed each of us a blanket. “They’re perfect. Thank you again.” I said as I accepted the soft, wooly fabric. “Of course.” She smiled before waving goodnight and heading down the hallway. I sat back down on the couch and began to cover myself with the blanket. Joel did the same and sighed heavily as he laid down on his back. I settled in on my side, still facing him. “Goodnight.” I whispered. He took a moment to respond before grounding out a quiet, “Night.” 

Dream pov: 

A soft wind blew through the kitchen window as I stood over the sink, rinsing the remnants of this morning’s breakfast down the drain. I hummed along to the crackly radio. I was lost in my own little world, but shrieked back to reality when I felt large arms snake around my waist. A sigh of relief left my lips as the comfort of realization flooded over me. “Hi, Honey.” I whispered before turning around to face Joel. His face was caked with dirt and sawdust, but I still peppered his cheeks and lips with light kisses. His grip around my waist tightened and I leaned into him, pressing my head against his broad chest. “I missed you.” He whispered into my ear, “Was a long day.” I pulled away and pushed his long hair away from his glossy forehead. “I missed you more. Go shower up before dinner.” I said before gently pushing him away and pretending to fan a bad smell away from my nose. A small smile crept across his lips  and he came back for one more kiss before heading up the stairs. Before walking back to the kitchen, I gazed lovingly at the photos that hung on the wall along the stairs. My heart fluttered when my eyes reached the one of us standing under the big weeping willow tree hand in hand. My white dress and Joel’s suit jacket both whipping in the wind and huge toothy grins on our faces. My hand moved to my stomach and instinctively moved over the small curve that had started to form around my belly button. “Are you a boy or a girl?” I whispered softly to my belly before walking back to the kitchen. 

“It’s a boy. I can feel it.”  Joel said rather joyfully as he clopped down the stairs. His damp hair bounced atop his head as he reached the last step. “And what makes you so sure?” I asked sarcastically as I opened my arm to accept a warm, damp hug. “I just know.” He sighed into the crook of my neck. “You just want a boy.” I joked before gently pushing him away by his shoulders, “Anyways, do you want dinner or not?” There was no answer from him as his eyes traveled up and down my body, taking their sweet time once they found my midsection. “Are you on the menu?” He asked. His eyes were filled with mischief, and I couldn’t hold back the nervous giggle building in my throat. Quicker than I could catch my breath, Joel’s lips were on mine again, and his arms were wrapped around me as my bottom was pressed against the kitchen sink. He moved to pepper kisses along my neck and collar bone and soft, desperate moans left my lips as I revelled in his touch-

My dream was cut short when I heard my name being called. I blinked a few times, trying to snap out of my euphoric, yet confusing dream. My mind continued reeling. Was that our future? It couldn’t possibly be. Not in times like this. Not to mention the fact that he thinks being with me would make me a distraction.  I heard my name again, and I turned to look at Joel who was sitting up on the couch across from me. It was almost light out and I could see the sleep still in his eyes. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, why?” I asked, my voice was hoarse from sleep. “You were… uh… makin’ some noises. Figured you were havin’ a nightmare.” He explained uncomfortably. Embarrassment flooded my chest and blood rushed to my cheeks. “Yeah, just a nightmare. Sorry.” I breathed. Joel nodded, but didn’t look too convinced. I squirmed beneath his stare and rolled onto my side to face away from him. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked hesitantly. I sighed and sat up to stretch the sleep out of my limbs before answering stoicly, “No. Not really.” I wasn’t lying. The dream left such a stange feeling in my chest. It was close to the feeling that I always had after waking up from nightmares, where my chest was tight, my heart was racing, and my stomach was in my throat. Except in this case, there was a hint of pleasure in that feeling and I wanted more of it. I yearned to finish the dream and see where the story led, but I did not want to discuss it with Joel. 

Joel respected my wishes and kept his questions mostly to himself except for the puzzled furrowing of his eyebrows as he watched me walk into the kitchen and throw water onto my face. After that, I left the living room quietly to go check on Matthew. I padded down the dim hallway, cringing each time a squeak sounded out from the floorboards. When I reached his door, I knocked gently. No answer. My hand gripped the door knob and I opened it a crack to see him fast asleep under the ratty covers of his makeshift bed. His chest moving slowly, but surely, up and down. My eyes welled and my gratitude towards this sweet little family finally set in. At first all I was feeling was shock and could barely process the fact that I found my brother by chance in such a secluded area. I had so much to be thankful for. Thankful that my brother was alive, that I was alive, and that Joel made the efforts to be by my side this whole time. I stood at the doorway of his bedroom watching him sleep peacefully and enjoying the calm quietness that fell over the house while everyone was sleeping. 

The house wasn’t quiet for much longer since Lucy had woken up and bounded into the living room to greet us. She was entertaining us by doing somersaults back and forth on the couch Joel had slept on while the both of us sat opposite as her captive audience. “Luce, it’s a little bit early for that, don’t you think?” Her father asked before shooting us a sympathetic shrug. “I’m practicing for the Olympics. I’m gonna be a gymnast, daddy!” She answered. The room became heavy and quiet from none of us having the heart to tell her the truth about her future. “She uh- read that in a book.” John said wearily as he set two cups of coffee in front of Joel and I. 

“If we’re going to be here for a while, please tell me what we can do to help around the place.” I insisted. John shuffled his feet and chewed his lip for a moment before his hand moved to massage his knee. Lydia touched his shoulder and gave him a look, one saying go ahead. “Every day we do a perimeter… just to check the traps. I-uh twisted my knee a while back and it hasn’t stopped hurtin’ since. If I give y’all some direction… would you uh-“ I interrupted his nervous stuttering by blurting “Of course. Anything we can do.” Joel shot me a look but I didn’t meet his eyes. “How big is the perimeter?” Joel asked. “Same as the distance we traveled yesterday. About a mile.” John answered. Joel winced and I rolled my eyes. “There’s no other way we can-“ I cut Joel’s protest off, “We’ll do it. Just tell us where each trap is and arm us and we’re good to go. Joel patrols in Jackson as a side gig.” My volume dropped the moment the words left my mouth. Shit. Joel’s eyes went wild as they glared at me. “Jackson?” John repeated, his eyebrows furrowing. “I’ve heard of that place before.” Lydia said as she took a few steps into the living room. I quickly moved to change the subject of the conversation. “Anyway, we better do the perimeter check before it starts raining.” I said as I gestured to the dark gray clouds looming in the window. “Yes. Honey, go ahead and brief them and I’ll go change Matthew’s bandages and see if he’ll eat.” Lydia said before hurrying down the hall. 

In preparation, John showed us a rough map he’d drawn out of the property. It displayed the perimeter lines and the approximate location of each trap, warning us to stay at least 10 feet away from each area as a safety precaution. I asked questions and Joel stayed silent, resorting to a short grunt of acknowledgement for John’s instructions. We ate some oatmeal made by Lydia, grabbed our guns and flashlights and bundled up. “If you guys aren’t back in 2 hours I’ll come lookin’.” John called out as Joel and I headed down the path towards the woods. I wasn’t sure whether that sentiment was comforting or scary. 

Unsurprisingly, Joel had nothing to say as we walked and checked each trap. He walked in front of me with the map, stopping and hap-hazardly looked to see if anyone, or anything, was in the trap, and would move on. So far, they were all empty. We were about three quarters of the way around the perimeter when I began to feel raindrops hitting the top of my head and shoulders. The wind picked up and sent fallen leaves swirling across our path. “Shit.” Joel cursed, looking up to the sky.   

The rainfall was hard and unforgiving, just degrees away from freezing rain. I could barely see from being pelted in the face with the water. Joel grabbed my elbow and pulled me so hard I nearly fell into him. I scowled and began to question what his motive was but was cut off by a huge branch slamming to the ground in my previous spot. “Thank you.” I said breathlessly. He, as per usual, grunted in response and urged me forward. “Let’s find that shed we saw back that way.” I called out through a huge clap of thunder. Joel nodded and began walking back towards the small wooden structure in the distance. Thunder clapped again and we broke out into a jog, urgent to escape the relentless storm. I grabbed the handle of the shed door and turned the lock before swinging it open and hurrying inside with Joel close behind. We leaned against the wall opposite to each other, taking a moment to catch our breaths. 

The air was cold from the recent snow and my sopping wet clothes clung to my body, causing me to start shivering. I looked around the dim, dusty shed for anything to wrap myself with. I saw shovels, buckets, miscellaneous tools, ropes, but nothing that would warm my trembling self. I heard Joel curse under his breath as he peered out the small window at the downpour. “Doesn’t seem to be lettin’ up.” He grumbled before his eyes shifted to me, “Are you glad we helped them now?” I rolled my eyes and kept my gaze out the window at the tall trees taking a serious beating from the huge raindrops and furious wind. “I don’t want to hear it, Joel.” I said, letting the tone of my voice be a warning to the stubborn man. 

He let a few moments of quiet go by as he studied the weather out the window. His eyes shifted to me every once in a while, probably annoyed at the sound of my chattering teeth, then finally he spoke, “Take your clothes off.” I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly, and blurted “What?” He shook his head and stepped towards me, “Your wet clothes are makin’ you colder. Take em off.” I stared at him in disbelief. “And put what on?” I questioned, shock and confusion raising the pitch of my voice. He shook his head in frustration. “I’ll give you my flannel, it’s dry. Unless you want to keep shivering and make yourself sick.” I knew he was right, but he was crazy to think I would just strip down to my underwear in some random shed in the middle of- “Oh fuck it.” I sighed shakily and began to unbutton my soggy jeans. I watched as Joel tried to pry his eyes away from me as I clumsily stepped out of the pant legs. “Shirt please.” I demanded as I turned around to take my jacket and t-shirt off. After some shuffling of clothing, a warm flannel wrapped around my shoulders. I pulled the shirt on and buttoned it up to my neck before hugging myself and taking in the warmth. “Better?” Joel asked as he picked my jeans and shirt up off the floor. I nodded and watched him spread my clothes over the counter to dry. “What now?” I asked, pressing some of the fabric up against my face. My goal was to make it look as if I was just drying my face, but in reality I was breathing in his familiar scent. A scent I didn’t know I’d missed. “Not sure. Just wait it out I guess. Give your clothes a chance to dry.” He said. “What about your clothes? Aren’t you cold?” I questioned. He shook his head, “M’fine.” I didn’t believe him. From what I could see, he was freezing, but just trying to tough it out. “You’re cold Joel.” I insisted. He shook his head again, “I said I’m fine. Just relax.” I huffed and leaned against the wall of the shed. I was shocked at how warm I was. It had snowed just days ago and the air was still cold, but even so, I was warmer than when I had my soaking wet pants on. 

The rain wasn’t letting up. It had been at least a half hour since we’d been in the shed. My boredom got the best of me and I’d begun to play around with random tools. “What’s this one?” I asked Joel, the renowned contractor. “S’a nail puller.” He answered nonchalantly. “Ever use it?” I asked as I fiddled with the handles and tried to figure out how it worked. “‘Course I have. Used to go around behind my men and pick out the crooked nails. Made ‘em re-do them all.” He said. I was not surprised at all by his words. “Wow, they must have loved you.” I joked. “They did, actually. I was hard on them for a reason. I saw potential, and they just needed a little push.” He explained. I hummed out an “Mhmmm,” as a response before I picked up a huge circular piece of metal with serrated edges. “What’s this one?” I asked as I spun it around in my hands. Joel moved towards me quickly and tried to snatch it out of my hands. “It’s a fuckin’ saw blade. Put it down.” He demanded. I did as he said and turned around to face him, “Sorry boss.” 

His unimpressed face softened as our views met, and for a moment, he had a glint of hunger in his eyes. That familiar hunger I’ve seen before in our brief moments of intimacy. “Are my legs being exposed too much for you, Miller?” I asked sarcastically. I expected him to blink the look in his eyes away, but instead I saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a miniscule smirk. “That and somethin’ else.” He said in a low tone. I thought the weight of his eyes on me was enough to make me melt, but when his voice became soft and buttery like that, my knees almost buckled. “And what’s that?” I asked, my voice close to a whisper. His hand moved up to push a wet piece of hair off of my face before he cooed, “I know that wasn’t no nightmare this morning.” His hand settled in on the nape of my neck and I nearly stopped breathing. “What?” I choked. His smirk became more prominent. “I wanna know what happened in that dream to bring those sounds out of you.” Out of all of the things I expected from Joel today, this was not it. 

 I wanted to lie. To say that it was a nightmare and I can’t control what noises I make in my sleep. But Joel knew the truth. Whether I liked it or not, he knew me from the weeks of travelling together. “You do?” I managed. “I can’t stop thinkin’ about it.” He gasped before resting his hands on the counter on either side of me. “What happened to no more distractions?” I asked slyly, unwilling to let him forget his past remarks. “Well, its pourin’ out there, your brother is safe with those people, and we’ve got nothin’ to do besides wait in this shed. In conclusion, what was that dream about?” He asked again. “I don’t know… if I should tell you.” I said, becoming flustered all of a sudden. Joel’s face dropped. “Was it about someone else?” He asked in a sullen, yet guarded tone. My first instinct was to insist that it wasn’t about anyone else, but the shitstirrer in me was curious to see his reaction to the fact that it wasn’t. “What would you do if it was?” I questioned. His face darkened and I watched as he took another lustful glance at the way the curves of my body made way for themselves in his shirt. Goosebumps prickled my arms and legs as his rough hand made contact with my thigh, fully palming my soft skin before sliding upwards so slowly that it was almost painful. When his fingers ran into the fabric of his shirt, they tenderly pushed themselves underneath the flannel and changed their path to meet the waistband of my panties. I drew in a short breath as his hand skimmed the elastic, searching for an entrance. The sides of his mouth turned upwards slightly and he leaned in to press his lips against my neck all the way up to my ear. “I’d show you why it should always be me.” He droned.

 Just then, he found his way into my panties. The slippery, honey-like substance I’d made just for him guided his fingers inside of me. My mouth fell open and a quiet moan escaped my lips. His fingers continued to move in and out of me, pulling more and more breathy moans from my lips. I felt his breath on my neck as he kept his ear close to my mouth, taking in every pleasure filled sound that escaped me. Just as I was beginning to feel the coil of pleasure building in my core, he stopped. 

“Need you to be louder.” He ground out before kneeling down and positioning himself between my legs. His hands wrapped around the edges of my panties and pulled them down. The cold air met my skin and my legs clenched closed, but Joel wasn’t having that. I yelped as his hand grasped the back of my knee before pushing it upwards and over his shoulder, forcing me open. His eyes gazed hungrily at my exposed center but he slowed himself down by pressing kisses to my inner thighs. His scratchy beard against my skin caused me to shudder in anticipation. I craved the feeling of his mouth on me again. So badly that my hips began bucking towards his face. He pressed a few more kisses to my thigh before moving to my center. He teased me first. His only touch being a few small, light licks on my clit. He wanted to hear me beg. 

“Please Joel,” I breathed. “Please what?” He asked, his warm breath on me caused me to push myself towards him even more. He pulled away. “Tell me what you want, or I’m not doin’ anything.” He demanded. “I want your mouth on me right fucking now.” I whined frustratedly. I watched as a satisfied smirk came across his face before he finally ducked down and captured my clit between his lips. 

It became a fever dream. My head fell back and I instinctively arched my back forwards, needing more and more of his mouth as his tongue swirled over the bundle of nerves. Joel hummed his approval, the vibration sending spikes of pleasure up through my core. He lapped and teased as he gripped my thigh to keep it flush against his shoulder. He teased my pussy with his other hand and slid two of his fingers into me. I moaned and writhed beneath his touch, the onslaught of sensations he was sending through my body made it nearly impossible for me to keep it together. My moans became more and more desperate. Sounding less like moans and more resembling breathless cries. “That’s it…that’s what I heard this morning.” Joel purred between swipes of his tongue.

 I tried to answer, but it all became too much. The feeling of his fingers inside me, his mouth on me, his gruff voice ordering me around all combined to send me reeling over the edge. I cried out and my body began to tremble but Joel had no plans to stop. He relentlessly rode out my orgasm, continuing to pump his fingers while licking and sucking the most sensitive part of me. It was as if he was trying to draw as much pleasure as possible for me and it was working. The sides of my vision were shrouded with white. 

Soon, my legs began to give out and Joel finally stopped. He stood up, grabbing onto my waist to support me as my body practically went boneless. Both of us stood there panting, our chests moving against each other’s. I was slowly regaining my full vision and looked down to see the bulge in Joel’s jeans. His gaze followed mine and he began to back away, but I grabbed him by the belt buckle, feeling his body go rigid beneath my touch. I leaned in towards his ear and whispered, “I want you Joel. Don’t you want me?” A deep, shaky breath left his lips before he grabbed my hand and pushed it away from his torso.  “More than you know,” he muttered before taking his belt in his own hands and unbuckling it. 

My mouth fell slightly open as he revealed himself to me and I caught his gaze. He looked away shyly as if the swelled, veiny, pulsing cock between his legs was nothing to be amazed by. But the throb between my legs said otherwise and was becoming unbearable. I bit my lip to keep myself from begging to touch him as his hand stroked his length up and down slowly, using the precum that was leaking from him to slick himself. I couldn’t take it any longer and said insistently, “You want me, so take me.” The hunger in his eyes told me he couldn’t wait any longer either and he practically fell towards me. His hands gripped my waist again and I felt the tip of him poking at my core. “God- please Joel.” I practically whined from the painful pulse of longing in my core. He finally closed the gap between us and slowly pushed his huge self into me.         

Our mouths fell open to let out a harmonious gasp and our foreheads fell against each other. I heard him mutter “Fuck,” followed by my name under his breath. He took it slow at first, allowing me to adjust to his size, but when I got visibly impatient and began pushing against him on my own rhythm he grabbed my hips and spun me around to face away from him. His cock continued to pump in and out of me as he wrapped one arm around my stomach, the other around my ribs, just under my breasts, and held on protectively.  His face buried into the crook of my neck and I turned towards his ear to make sure he could hear my gasps of pleasure. 

I felt like I was being consumed. His hands sliding over every inch of me, his mouth sucking and biting at any skin he could possibly reach. The sensations were building me back up towards what I knew would be another blinding high. 

 All of a sudden, he spun me back around, never taking himself out of me and resumed fucking me as we stared at each other hungrily. ”It should only be me fuckin’ you like this,” he grunted between thrusts, “tell me you want it to be me.” His voice was raspy and demanding. Though it had an air of desperation to it, as if he was pleading for me to vow myself to him. I did it without question. “Yes Joel, I want you always. Only you.” I professed breathlessly. I realized I wasn’t just saying that in the heat of the moment. I’d wanted to say it for so long. It just so happened that now felt like the right time. 

  He acknowledged my answer by picking up his pace and the impact of his body hitting mine shook the bench, sending the forementioned items I’d seen on it tumbling to the floor. “That’s right baby,” he ground out, “not lettin’ anyone else take you from me, ever.” His voice was strangled, and his forehead sweaty. 

My stomach fluttered at his use of pet names and I felt myself tightening around him once more. My hand gripped his shoulder tightly as I waited for his permission to cum. “Go ahead. I feel you gettin’ tighter and tighter, just look at me and tell me what you need.” He breathed as he cupped my cheek with his hand to keep my gaze from wandering away from him. I opened my mouth to speak but the sensation of his cock pumping in and out of me and hitting that perfect spot over and over again overtook my body, rendering me speechless. What left my mouth instead was breathless whimpers and profanities as I let myself loose all over him. 

Soon after, his mouth fell open, his breaths became shorter, more shallow, and his thrusts became quicker. I knew he was close. “Please, Joel.” I begged. “That what you want baby? My cum all over you?” He asked breathlessly. “Mhmmm.” I hummed, and suddenly he pulled out and shot his warm self all over my breasts. 

 We were left there naked and out of breath with our sweaty foreheads pressed together. “Did that convince you?” He asked before pressing a gentle kiss to my head and moving to pick his pants up off of the floor. “Almost.” I lied, unable to keep my eyes off of the mess he left on my chest. Soon, he was back over me pressing his undershirt over the sticky substance, cleaning me off. 

 When he finished cleaning me off, he kissed me once again and gave my body an affectionate, somewhat surprising squeeze. “God you felt so good.” He sighed into the crook of my neck, “Better’n I imagined. If that’s even possible.” I smiled lightly and a swooning warmth entered my chest.  “You were ‘imagining’ me?”  He squeezed me again and lifted his head up to meet my eyes. As he pushed a stray hair out of my face, he whispered, “You aren’t the only one havin’ dreams, babygirl.” 

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CHAPTER WARNINGS: SMUT!, Unprotected p in v, oral (f!receiving), fingering, dom!Joel, sub!(ish)reader, dream pov, severe weather, implications of pregnancy, implications of marriage - I think thats it?

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Author's note: Hellooooo! How I've missed writing!! Thank you guys so much for giving me the time to get my shit together. It was a crazy summer, but I'm back at it again. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!! <3

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