#sigh i actually go through and tag as many people as the game asks for once and half the tags don't work

[exdeputysonso]

i was tagged by @feydrautha, thank you! <333

Rules: without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag 10 people.

tagging (no pressure!!!) @andfangs @honey-tree-evil-eye @ackackh @starringvincentprice @to-be-called @godzillawillsaveus @thequeerestdad @neoxie @tallaxia @lucy-sky and anyone else who wants to do this!

[caramelkoo]

honeysuckle

boyfriend!jungkook, established relationship, smut

summary : according to your boyfriend, a little competition won't hurt anyone especially when the game is his favorite. Making you feel good.

warnings : mature, strong language, heavy on the smut, a little fluff thrown in there, fingering, pussy slapping, he asks for consent, they're freaky, dick piercing, ass slapping, hickeys, sex in a jacuzzi, reverse cowgirl, riding, jungkook wants oc so bad, dirty talk, he calls oc sweetheart, unprotected sex. if i missed something, do let me know.

a/n : hi my loves, here’s your promised smutty treat. tbvh that picture has not left my mind ever since i saw it lmao. I love you guys so so much. You're so loved and cherished. Please don't read this in front of your parents. also @rpwprpwprpwprw was the sweetest to ask for a tag <33 xoxo

"Oh yeah baby, just like that"

"You fuck me so good"

'Take my cock like a good slut you are"

Any other day, you're all about sex positivity and letting your body get what it wants but today of all days, your neighbors want to ruin the peace that you so desperately craved.

Your boyfriend, Jungkook had left early for a business meeting promising you to come back as soon as he gets done with it. As much as you missed him, you had felt the need to have some time for yourself. You thrive on being Jungkook's girlfriend, it's all butterfly in the stomach, princess treatment kind of love but you can't lie about wishing for some alone time just for yourself. Finally, you were getting it. You had it all planned bit by bit.

Step 1 : take an everything shower

Step 2 : cook something delicious for yourself while wave to earth plays in the background

Step 3 : read a romantasy novel you've been anticipating for a long time.

Step 4 : if sleepy, sleep. If not, take out your pink best friend from the bedside drawer and seek your pleasure listening to Jungkook's voice recording you had him record the other day. It always works.

Step 3 and you're already at the verge of giving up. It appears the people next door didn't exactly like your plan and they wanted to make you realize how lonely you are. Screaming at your face, "Haha guess who's not getting a dick". God forbid if a girl wants to have quite and peaceful night while romanticizing the shit out of it.

You slam the book on the bed and sigh. For a second you consider calling Jungkook but stop when you realize that you'll only be hindering his work. What are you even going to tell him? that you can't read because your neighbors have been fucking each other for hours now? No, that's just stupid.

Taking off your reading glasses you make your way to the kitchen. If you can't get sleep tonight, you might as well give them a tough fight. When and if they decide to let their horny asses take a break and decide to doze off, they'd catch on to the fact that there's someone next door whose mama didn't raise a quitter. Immature? you don't think so.

Once the woman's voice on the speaker alerts you that your phone has been connected, you start off with your favorite go to song when you need to cry your eyes out. "Fuck to an emotional song now" you think.

Coming in terms with the fact that you might have to pull an all nighter, you begin making coffee. The word itself brings a smile on your face. Coffee, which got you through your med school. Coffee, which got you Jungkook.

If you really think about it, hadn't you mustered up the courage to go on a solo date that day and have a coffee all by yourself you wouldn't have crossed your paths with him. It's funny actually because how many couples do actually last this long after meeting at a random coffee shop?

After dating douchebags for almost three years you had taken a break from dating all together. It was high time you focused on yourself. Honestly, it's not like they were the only one who was messed up in your previous relationships. You had some parts you had to heal as well and the moment you caught up on that, you went on a journey. Journey to self love, journey to find yourself and a journey which will leave you not perfect but healed.

As for the dimwits you dated in the past, sometimes it was "why do you always have to be like this? how much more space do you need?" or, "What do you mean you don't want to have sex right now? C'mon don't be a spoilsport".

Spoilsport, your ass.

Standing up on your tippy toes, your hands reach out for the coffee container but before you could even settle your foot down on the floor, two arms circle around your waist making you gasp in utter shock.

The need to defend yourself takes so strongly over you that you don't even turn around in order to check the person before your elbow connects with their nose.

When you finally do, you can't stop the scream from leaving your mouth. Your face all red and your eyes as big as saucers.

You panic, "JUNGKOOK?"

When you see blood oozing out of his left nostril after he lifts his face, you mentally curse your sister for forcing you to take self defense classes.

"What's with the song, sweetheart?"

"I told you you were gonna be my death someday but who knew it was gonna be tonight"

After cleaning up his nose and giving him a cup of coffee, you both were now sitting on the couch. You had turned off the music, though. God knew it was not making the situation any better.

You take a sip before speaking, "Oh, don't be dramatic. Who comes home like this and at this hour?"

"My flight was late, sweetheart. I wanted to get to you much sooner but destiny had plans--" he gets cut off as his eyebrows crease in wonder.

"What was that?"

"The neighbors. They have been going at it for hours now" you shake your head in disbelief.

"For hours? That's some stamina I must say" he breaks out in a fit of laughter as you place your cup on the table in front of you.

Turning towards him you ask, "You find this funny? I haven't been able to sleep because of them"

Your voice comes out a bit whiny and you wonder if you're acting a bit childish.

"Oh, sweetheart. How about this, I take a quick shower and we cuddle to sleep" a mixture of warmth and concern crossing his face.

Your smile is wide when you say, "I'd love that"

Jungkook finishes his coffee and pecks your lips as he saunters towards the bathroom. However, when he turns back and says the most unforeseen thing, your silly mind doesn't even think twice.

"Actually, _____. Why don't you join me?"

Bubbles form inside the jacuzzi as smoke fills your surroundings. The smell of warm water hits your nose making it feel tingly. Your stomach is doing summersaults as your boyfriend lets you down inside the water, heart skipping a beat.

Only when Jungkook lets himself sit on the other side of the tub, you can finally take a deep breath. His eyes never leaving yours. When you're with him, there's nothing you care about. Not your horny neighbors, not the world, nothing. It's just him and his presence that lights you up. A smile that could rival the sun.

Him.

Your fingers play with the water as you try to make a conversation. This moment right here, is peak level of intimacy for you. You're both naked, exposed and vulnerable yet you've never felt safer. Not to mention how you feel like a high school girl trying to talk to his crush.

When you were young, the bathroom was the only place you could run and cry in and no one judged you. The four walled room provided more comfort than people in your life. It holds memories but when you moved in with your boyfriend, you left those at your old house. To rot, because what else?

With him, every corner, every space in your house feels pure and blissful. It’s filled with laughter, moans and him.

Jungkook's legs are lightly brushing yours every now and then, the movement sending shivers down your spine. What's happening to you?

"So, how was the business trip?"

"On a scale of one to ten, how funny is it that you wanna talk about business while looking like that and all I wanna do is fuck that sweet mouth of yours because of how much I missed it?"

You shudder, the effect he has on you is beyond belief and now with the expression crossing his face, pure lust and longing, it's as though somebody has set your whole body on fire. A mix of hot and cold feeling running through your veins.

"Jungkook"

"Come here"

"Wh-"

He cuts you off, "Come here, sweetheart. Come to me before I lose my ever loving mind'

You don't have an option other than to scoot your way towards him. He positions your body between his legs, his taut and muscular chest touching your wet back.

Wetness pools between your legs as his hardness presses at your lower hip just above your ass. Your pussy throbs with need and you stop yourself from reaching down to relieve that tension.

His fingers ever so lightly graze over your arm, frequently making drawings on it.

"How long did you say they were going at it?"

You look at him, "About three hours. Why?"

He's up to something. You can feel it in your bones.

"Do you think they're still gonna be able to fuck each other after hearing your screams through the wall, sweetheart?"

Fuck. The idea of making them listen to you while your boyfriend fucks you into oblivion doesn't sound so bad. You missed him, you missed being in his arms and you missed him being inside you as well. So, where's the harm in that?

"You wanna give them a show? Let them know how well your man fucks you?"

The moan that leaves her as she lets her head fall back heavy on his chest tells him everything her words can't.

"Jungkook, please. It's been so long" she cries out.

She stirs making herself more comfortable but that just makes him hiss through his teeth as her ass grazes his cock, the metal on the tip leaving a cool sensation. He's not gonna give in easily though. He will make her earn that release.

His hands cup her tits, fully covering them and they fit so perfectly in his hands. Heavy, full, perfect. As if they're made just for him to suck, him to cup, him to cum on, him to leave purple love bites on.

"I know, sweetheart. Do you wanna know what I kept thinking about while I was away?" his voice trails off, "I kept thinking about how bad I wanna fuck your throat"

The sound that leaves her is filled with need.

"Jungkook, baby please."

He trails his hands down her chest and stomach before it reaches her pussy. Just around her clit. His finger are soft and light, not putting pressure when all she wants is for him to give her the release she so badly craves.

Jungkook's cock is already leaking with precum and his balls ache. He missed his girl so fucking much, so much that he lost count of how many times he had fucked his hand while thinking of her while he was away. When his colleagues saw his flushed face, he had no other option than to blame it on the cold weather.

His finger slide down and back up her slit, making her visibly shiver.

Shit. He's not gonna last long if she keeps making those noises.

"How many finger do you want, _____?" he asks as repeats the same motion.

His mouth comes on her in a searing kiss, it's possessive, passionate, burning and everything nasty. He's straight up claiming her mouth as her tongue tangles with his own.

Pulling back he waits for her response, "Two. Please"

Following her command, his two fingers slide inside her. He tightens the hold on her stomach to have her stay in place when she bucks her hips forward.

She screams.

"That's my girl"

He slides his finger out before sinking it deep inside her cunt again. Crooking them in such a way that he hits her g-spot. Desperate moans fill the room mixing with the steam coming out of the hot water. Her hands ghost over his, fastening his pace.

"You want it faster, sweetheart?"

"Yes, much faster. I wanna cum so bad"

Happy to give her what she wants, he begins rubbing at her clit while his other fingers work their way in and out her wet cunt.

"Oh my fucking god"

"That's right. Get what you want. Such a good girl for me"

He's an animal at this point as he tries to mark her his more than she already is. Jungkook has always been open about sex with his girlfriend, his needs, his wants, his desires and she'd done the same. You compliment each other perfectly. It's easier that way, not leaving any room for doubts.

She like dirty talk, he gives it to her.

When her hips lift forward matching his thrusts, he smirks. Biting her slender neck as she chases her orgasm.

"Aghh"

It finally happens, her hands grasp his even more tightly, other hand gripping the edge of the jacuzzi as she lets out a scream. Her breath fastens as sweat beads her forehead, Jungkook never stopping with his praises.

When she settles back down between his legs, he takes his finger out and sucks them clean. Brown eyes never leaving hers.

"Do you think they heard us, sweetheart?"

Her laughter brings smile to his face, "You're crazy"

"And you're mine" He pecks her cheek, letting his lips linger there for a bit. Basking in the feeling of her love's skin against his lips.

At the beginning of your relationship when you were just getting comfortable with intimacy, jungkook loved kissing her cheek. It was his way of showing her that she's adored by him. Then he realised that quite frankly, it's her. He likes kissing so much because it's her that he's kissing.

He holds her for a while before speaking up, "You wanna help me with a problem?"

He doesn't need to tell her twice but soon as her next words leave her mouth, he takes a double take.

"Sit on the edge and I'll suck you off" he hears her say as she kneels before him.

"Later" he grabs her by her shoulders as he positions her back between his legs. This time facing him.

Her legs wrap around his waist and his thick cock presses against her navel. He knows how badly she wanted to take him into her mouth and he could have let her do that only if he was strong enough to resist himself from sinking deep inside her.

"Now, I wanna fuck you. Raw and nice just like my girlfriend deserves" his voice comes out breathy.

"I love you"

"Me too, sweetheart. More than you know" he assures.

Knowing he can't take it anymore, he lifts her up and sits her body down on his cock. Slowly by slowly as she moans her way through it. ____'s head falls into the crook of his neck and his grip tightens on the curve of her waist. The ampallang piercing multiplies the pleasure tenfold as you both roll your eyes at the back of your head.

Jungkook got madly drunk the other day and came back with a dick piercing which resulted in her getting mad at him and him fucking her to show how good it gets with it.

Having said that, he presses a searing kiss on her lips and his breath knocks out of his chest in the process. It's almost like he's dreaming. The feel of her body on him, his cock deep inside ____, her arms caging him. It all feels surreal. At this point, the neighbors are long forgotten. It's you and him now.

He takes one of her sensitive buds in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Moving it in circular motions.

The next few seconds involve him spanking her ass as if he wants to leave marks, him guiding her up and down his cock as she bounces and giving her frequent kisses. Wet slapping noises fill the entire room as his balls ache with need.

"So good, baby. You feel so fucking good. Wrapped around me like this while I fuck you good, huh?" he slaps her pussy lightly.

Thrust Thrust Thrust

As she falls back again into his arms, crying loudly with utter pleasure, he tightens his hold on her body. Hugging her close as both of your heartbeats sync together.

"Thank you for letting me love you, sweetheart. Thank you for coming into my boring ass life and filling it with laughter. Fuck"

Your sweaty and now tired bodies are wrapped around each other as you both revel in the warmth of intimacy.

He lets out a grown followed by her whine and before he can say anything, you’re both cumming together, sighing and kissing as you come down your high.

A chaste kiss is pressed on her forehead, "So perfect, my girl"

"That was…" you bite your lip.

"Amazing, I know" he says as he mindlessly plays with her black locks.

his hands rub her back. "Sweetheart, I want one more from you"

"One more?"

"Yeah, this time I wanna see your beautiful back. Will you do it for me?"

He tries to ask her as gently as possible. Pride filling his chest when he sees her nod.

Guiding her up with the support of her knees he sits her down on his lap, his balls brushing against her clit as he sinks back inside her. A man can only take so much before he snaps. This was the moment for him. His girl's back glistens in the most beautiful way ever. Sweat droplets mixed with water dripping down her spine that he can’t help but kiss.

"Fuck baby, you look like a goddess right now." he halts,

"So warm"

Trailing his hands up the back of her neck he threads his fingers through her hair, gripping it lightly but also putting enough pressure just so she can feel a sweet pain.

His heart skips another beat when she starts moving forward and then backwards, teasing him. Her movements are painfully slow. He wants to ask ____ to move faster but at the same time, he also wants to make this special for her.

So, he waits and watches her back arch as he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

"Jungkook" she moans his name, holding on to his thigh as he pounds into her from the back. It’s even deeper now, his cock hitting places he’d never hit before. Jungkook mentally thanks himself for trying out this new position because he’d just about take any chance to feel more connected to ____.

Just when his stomach contracts and hardens, he asks, "____ I’m gonna need you to spread those ass wider. I’m very close"

When she hums in response he gently pushes her upper body so that it’s flat on his legs, immediately letting him see more of ____'s ass. Her asshole clearly visible to him. It’s such a vulnerable position that you’re both in. Her more than him.

He has to ask her, "Sweetheart, if you don’t feel comfortable we can always stop, alright? You just have to ask"

Her whiney voice reaches his ears, "I’m okay, baby. Just- Just fuck me"

So, he does. His hips thrust forward as he fucks her mercilessly, letting her have the pleasure. She moans, he moans, she cries out, he groans. It’s unbelievably perfect. His hands roam over her smooth back, her ass and even down to her pussy. Both bodies working in a graceful sync.

Suddenly, it’s like the earth comes to a stop. His hands grip his hair while the other one grips hers. His stomach hardens, balls tightening and the moment _____ clenches around his cock, he cums inside of her. Filling her up with hot, white liquid. She follows him soon enough.

"I fucking love this body of yours"

She straightens up and lets her wet body fall heavy on his chest seeking warmth and his arms around her. He’s more than happy to do so. His muscular arms bring her closer to his chest as he relaxes.

Before the next words leave his mouth, he has to make sure ____ is sound asleep.

"I can’t wait to ask you to marry me, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you in that white dress walking towards me like the angel you are"

He hopes she says yes, he hopes the ring brings the biggest smile on her face.

He hopes.

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: somehow, somewhere, cole caulfied gets yn to go to his end of the summer party down in michigan. it works in her favor due to college starting back up. pt.5

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“no fucking way, cole.” you said into the phone, sitting at the island of your brother’s house. the sliding door nearby was open, sending small gusts of wind in, causing you to shrink closer to your body.

“oh come on, please!” cole whined from the phone. cole tried his hardest, but if he tried his hardest, his party would not be held, on the hughes property.

said party will also have jack hughes— and even trevor zegras.

“cole—“ “no come on, y/n, i havent seen you in forever. i get trevor and jack will be there, but just ignore them, please. i miss you and i dont want them to be the reason we can’t hang out.” cole pleaded.

you let out a sigh. “can i bring a plus one?” you ask. you can hear cole whisper a small ‘yes!’ in victory before speaking, “of course, is it gonna be your brother?”

“uh no— i was gonna talk to sab…” you trailed off.

“i dont care who you bring, as long as i get to see you, bells.”

there is was. the nickname you had been given one summer many years ago by cole, that soon everyone in the hughes summer house called you.

he started to call you bells because of how quiet you would walk into a room, he made the joke you needed a bell to stop scaring them. fast forward, he bought you some and forced you to have them around your neck, and the nickname just stuck.

it was almost endearing at this point. not some joke.

“okay” you whispered, bringing a leg up, resting your chest against your knee.

“when is it?” you asked.

“next weekend. so is this a yes?” cole asked excitedly. “i guess so. i better get paid back for this unexpected flight.”

“fuck yeah, i cannot wait to see you, bells.”

“cant wait to see you too..”

you sigh softly, curled in a fetal position on your bed, your white comforter draped over your body. you hated how after a year, you were still hung up on your ex, who was doing way better than you.

he had a girlfriend, your best friend, hockey, he had it all. you shared your music to the world, not as an act of revenge but as a way to pour your heart out and see if people have and are going through the same thing.

you feel lucky to know you have yet to receive a message from jack, or even his girlfriend. that doesn’t mean you havent seen the comments though.

quinn commenting every once in awhile kind of scared you. what was he telling jack? what was he telling trevor? what was he saying about you in general?

but you and quinn had a good relationship, he was practically your third older brother (right behind your actual one, and auston!). you went to him for advice about jack, or to complain about jack.

luke and you also had a good relationship. one that crumbled when you and him had a small argument over your break up with jack, and him ultimately choosing his brother. you didn’t blame him though.

sad fact is, is you believe that all the hughes brothers were your soulmates in some form. quinn and luke were your platonic soulmates. jack was your romantic soulmate, in every possible way. but not anymore,

jack is on your mind constantly. all you see is him everywhere you go. all the time its just him.

you wanted it to stop. jack was practically your roman empire and god you needed to find a new one.

but hey, at least you don’t have to pretend you like acid rock anymore, because god some of his playlists for game days were bad.

but he was happier now, right? with his new girlfriend who definitely dissed you online..

maybe its a good thing, yknow? now that you dont talk..

tags: @honethatty12 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lovinbarzal , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @shadowsndaisies if u want tags, lmk <3

[vodika-vibes]

Hello! I've been reading a lot of your content lately and love your writing so much! I was wondering if I could request a little fic about Dogma x a very outgoing, naturally confident social butterfly kind of reader who works on base and a lot of clones seem really into them, but they only ever flirt with him or try to ask him out. And their admirers can't figure out why Dogma of all people but the reader has no kriffs to give and just keeps giving him all their romantic attention until he gets it. Thanks in advance!

Two Souls Intertwined

Summary: You’ve made your choice, you just have to convince Dogma that you mean it.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x GN!Reader

Word Count: 886

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hihi! Thank you for your request! I'm always happy to write for Dogma, so I hope you like this!

“Let me see if I understand you correctly,” You don’t look up from the game you’re playing on your comm as your coworker, and sometimes friend, drops into the seat across from you. “You’re surrounded by attractive men. At all times. And you want Dogma?”

You glance up at the way she says Dogma’s name, “What’s wrong with Dogma?” You ask, offended on his behalf.

“Well...he’s just...he’s not much fun, is he?”

“He doesn’t have to be fun, I like him anyway.”

“Just…” She shakes her head, “I know that so many of the men have a thing for you. And you’re, like, scraping the bottom of the barrel.”

You scowl at her, “I’ve made my choice, and, just for your comments, I’m going to go flirt with him even harder.”

She chokes on her caf, “I...what?”

You throw a cocky grin at her, and push to your feet, downing your caf in one long gulp, before you head out of the break room.

At this time of day, Dogma is probably outside. He likes to take what free time he’s allowed to read something. For a moment, just a moment, you feel bad about interrupting his free time, though you push the guilt aside with ease.

It’s not like he’s ever said, “Leave me alone,” after all.

You head through the halls, and open the door that leads to the courtyard in the middle of the base.

Why this base has a courtyard is beyond you, but you’re glad it does. It offers a nice change of pace from the sterile white and gray halls of the base.

And there he is, sitting under a tree with a datapad in his hands.

A bright smile crosses your face and you dutifully ignore the way that your heart skips when you see him.

You’re well and truly in love with him.

Dogma doesn’t say anything as you walk over to him, and he says nothing as you settle onto the ground next to him. Though he does glance at you when you shift so that your back is pressed against his arm and your head is tilted back to rest on his shoulder.

“Back again?” He sounds more amused than anything.

“Always.” You counter cheerfully.

“You are determined, aren’t you?”

You tilt your head back so you’re able to grin at him.

Dogma’s smile is tiny, but it is there, “Alright. Lay it on me.”

“What?”

“Today’s pick up line.”

You press a hand to your chest, a look of mock offense crossing your face, “I would never-”

“Ah, so I’ve been imagining all of those other pick-up lines, then?” Dogma asks with an arched brow, and you laugh and shift so you’re sitting next to him properly, “You know, my brothers are convinced that you’re using those just to get a reaction out of me.”

You roll your eyes, “They’re just jealous that I only have eyes for you.”

“Or they don’t believe it.” Dogma points out, “I’m sure that there are people who are more similar to you in personality than me.”

“Eh, maybe. But I’m not interested in them, I’m interested in you.” You reply.

Dogma sighs and rubs his hand over his face, “You...someday I’m going to actually believe you when you say stuff like that, and then what are you going to do?”

“Plan our date. Well, schedule our date. I already have our first date planned. We’ll get dinner and go for a walk, and then I’ll kiss you on the way home.” You nod once, “It’ll be perfect.”

He blinks at you, surprised.

You flash a crooked smile, “What? Is it really so hard to believe that I only have eyes for you?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Hm, well then.” You muse thoughtfully, “How about this then? I’m in love with you.”

Dogma jolts in surprise, and you smile at him.

“I’m in love with you, and if you’re really not interested then let me know and I’ll leave you alone. But. Until that happens, I’m going to keep pursuing you.”

“...you’re in love with me?” He asks slowly.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Do I need a reason? I like you. You make me feel safe when I’m around you. You don’t judge me for being me.” Your grin widens, “I love you.”

Dogma releases a strangled noise and lifts his datapad to hide his face, “You’re impossible.” he complains, though he drops the datapad and flashes a small smile, “I’d like that date, actually.”

“...really?”

“Really.”

You laugh and fling your arms around him, knocking you both over, “Thank you! It’ll be the best date! You’ll see!”

Dogma just laughs and folds his arms around you, “I’m looking forward to it.” He replies, a warm smile on his face, “But I need you to get off of me.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” You scramble off of him and settle on the grass next to him as he sits back up. “What are you reading, anyway?”

“Want me to read to you?”

“Will you?”

“Yeah,” He flips back to the start of the book, “Get comfortable.”

You shift and drop your head to his shoulder, and as soon as you’re settled, he started reading.

And this, really, is all you ever wanted. Who cares if no one else understands. You certainly don’t.

[cranberrymoons]

winter games

prompt: sports (@steddieholidaydrabbles) word count: 605 rated: t tags: basketball, fluff, eddie enduring jock stobin ✊😔 notes: this one stands alone but is part of the future fic series!

welcome to Day 22 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

Eddie has a type, and much to his eternal dismay, his type is jocks – with a heart of gold, though! That’s an important distinction. 

Anyway.

He’d been afraid that this would lead to him marrying into a Turkey Trot family, a bunch of evil sporty people in spandex who wake up at five in the morning on Thanksgiving day to run a 5K in the freezing cold before they’ll allow themselves a slice of pumpkin pie, but luckily for him, this hasn’t turned out to be the case.

Unluckily, he has instead found himself married to someone who takes basketball… so goddamn seriously. 

It’s actually kind of adorable, even if he doesn’t actually know or care what’s happening as he sits back on the couch with Steve’s feet in his lap while he and Robin yell at the screen. 

“I don’t know what the hell he thinks he’s doing,” Steve says as Eddie takes a swig of his beer and watches impassively at the tiny men in the red jerseys running back and forth on the court. “It’s like he’s never even seen a hoop before.”

“Seriously,” Robin says. She hands over her bag of chips when Steve makes a grab for it. She rips an anxious hand back through her hair where she’s curled in the big squashy armchair near the couch. “Pathetic.”

“They’re still winning though, aren’t they?” Eddie asks. They turn to him with twin exasperated looks, and Eddie widens his eyes. “Indiana. They’re winning.”

“That’s not the point,” Steve says as Robin nods along emphatically. “They should be winning by more.”

Eddie makes a face. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It doesn’t make sense to you,” Robin says. She rolls her eyes. “Just because –”

But they both devolve into outraged shouts at something that’s just happened in the game, and she doesn’t finish her thought. Steve gets so wound up that his feet shift in Eddie’s lap, heels digging into the tops of his thighs, and Eddie lets out a little grunt of pain. He squeezes Steve’s ankle to get him to move, and Steve gives him a distracted apology as he commiserates with Robin over what is apparently something worth being very upset over.

“Neither of you even went to this school,” he says under his breath, taking another swig of his drink. “Why do you even care?”

Robin glares at him. “How many ear-blasting rock shows have I sat through over the years?”

Eddie sighs. “A bunch.”

“An innumerable number,” she says, raising her eyebrows. “You can put up with one basketball game.”

Steve makes a face. “She kind of has a point.” He rubs a hand over Eddie’s arm where it rests against his legs. “Sorry. Go do a snack run or something if you’re bored. We’re not even to halftime yet.”

Eddie doesn’t need to be asked twice, not when there are several hours (?) of this in his immediate future. He shifts out from under Steve and collects a few empty plates before starting in the direction of the kitchen. 

“Bring more drinks!” Robin calls after him.

“And some of the Christmas cookies from earlier!” Steve adds, craning his neck around to be heard from his spot on the couch. 

Eddie just rolls his eyes, smiling to himself as he pulls open the fridge and stares into it, considering starting some type of cooking project just to keep himself out of the way of the two-person cheering squad in the living room. 

And – okay, so his type is jocks. Doesn’t mean he actually wants to be around them when they’re doing jock things.

[also on ao3]

[sleazysquid]

For the requests: Do you think Dabi is into any sort of piss marking? Like internal urination/golden showers, just filthy stuff that marks you as his? I've been thinking about this a lot and always kinda waver.

Smh putting me tf out with this one I’m in adoration omg. So many approaches to this it’s hard to choose one… but I really wanna fixate on the watersports, power aspect, I feel like there isn’t a lot of love out there for that sort of fetish so.. I might have gotten a little carried away with this ask…

This Is What The Devil Does (Dabi x Reader):

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: female reader, HEAVY watersports action, a little bit of some power play happening here, scent marking, public humiliation (f receiving), established relationship, dubcon kinkplay, a little bit of dumbification and noncon pic taking at the end.

I’m definitely leaning towards Dabi being the one to bring it up at some point or finding out on accident that the both of you have a kink for it. Maybe via… starting out as a joke and peeing on you in the shower? When he’s in the comfort of your home, he’s usually kind and loving behind closed doors. In public though? He loves to treat you lower than dirt at times.

You’ve learned that at any point if you’re walking down the streets he can just pull you into an alleyway to use you as his personal, and quite beautiful, urinal. Depending on his mood he may or may not actually aim for your mouth. Not a day goes by where you’re not swallowing a few warm (sour) gulps of his urine, opting to wipe the tip clean on your hair. It’s safe to say most of his bodily fluids have been either consumed or worn as a fashion accessory now. You nearly die of embarrassment showing up to a league meeting knowing you fucking reek of his piss. It gets him off when someone asks, “god what’s that smell?” Knowing it’s you, and watching you slowly back away from group. Even through all the precautions you take, having fresh clothes to change into in your backpack, he finds out pretty quickly and snags the clothes when you’re occupied with something else before going out.

“How else are people supposed to know you’re mine? You said you were game for anything, so. I don’t see why you’re making such a sour face when I’m just doing what you asked. Besides, your tits look great when they’re in a piss soaked shirt.” He quips while tucking himself back in, lightly slapping your face before offering the same hand to help you off your knees.

Over time, Dabi’s grown confident in himself and this newfound power dynamic. You’re his and his alone. He may let the other men in the group make their snide comments towards you, but at the end of the day you’re the one covered in his scent at all times. But of course, it’s not just the power, or the embarrassment, but most of all the act itself. He gets creative, searching for more ways to incorporate piss play more and more.

What would be the ultimate conquest than to go inside? He’s contemplated back and forth about this idea— the health consequences perhaps… he does care to a degree, but how good it’ll feel to possibly both of you (but especially him). His communication isn’t the best in your relationship. Most of these bursts of kink occur spontaneously. On a normal night, he’s got you in a mating press. Your legs are a little achy from staying like that for so long. The heat from his hands inadvertently climbing up in temperature from how rough he’s fucking you. That familiar sinister smirk peaks up from the corners of his mouth.

“ ‘want me to fill you up, baby?” He questions in a low husk. The vague wording skirting around your thoroughly fucked mind.

You nod, begging him with your voice breaking with each jolt of his hips, “please fucking fill me up, I need it so bad!”

“Hah.. you asked for it..”

A sudden warmth surges through your entire body. His mouth falls open, a long sigh drawls out from the depths of his scarred chest. Eyes flittering ever so slightly from the feeling of relief, losing focus but trying to maintain contact with you. You begin squirming beneath him. This isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening— it’s taken too far, you’ve been pretty open to everything he’s asked to try, but this is something way out of your comfort zone, something that hadn’t ever been discussed before. Clammy palms hold you down and force you to be even more of just a warm receptacle. His other hand snakes its way to your clit, forcing involuntary spurts of your orgasm follow suit; and coupled with the hot constant stream, it forces you to cum harder around his pissing cock. You feel so full from the ridiculous amount he’s letting into you. It overflows and dampens the sheets beneath you, dripping in every possible nook and fold while soiling his legs.

“It feels… so warm. I feel… so full.” You breathe out as the initial shock wears off and twists into dumbed down euphoria. You’re already so warm to him, so inviting. A personal slut who loves milking his cock for his cum, and now his piss. It’s such a strange sensation but you’re instantly fixated on it, on him, him, only him, and everything about him. You cry out his name as he empties his bladder inside your throbbing pussy, singing praises and begging him to start moving again.

“You really like it that much, huh?” Dabi’s face lights up.

“Fuck yes! Please… fuck yes!! Please start moving, I wanna feel it more, please Dabi??” Your dumbed down brain can’t even fully form sentences anymore, just little begs like a lost puppy.

You’re both in such a vulnerable state even with him having the upper hand, he can’t help but give in to your cute little pleas. His hips snap against you at a harsh tempo; creating disgusting, sopping wet noises that compete with the volume of your moans as his piss sloshes around inside you to a disgusting degree. Dabi’s not sure how long he can even last in this state anymore as you’re now fully intentionally sucking his cock in and out, creating a tight silky friction that makes him feel like he could cum at any second now. Arms outreach to him—inviting to become even closer to your body more than ever; you grip the fluffy black locks as he fixes open mouth kisses around the corners of your lips. With hands now on either side of your head, gently caressing, he chokes out beautiful breathy moans that fan over the shell of your ear as he spills hot spurts of his seed inside your spent cunt.

When he pulls out, a mixture of piss and cum flow out of your abused pussy. The filthy sight of it nearly hardens him back up. He’s tempted to try and coax another round or two out of you, but right now you look thoroughly exhausted and completely drenched in sweat. So he does what all great boyfriends do, gently lifts you up and gets you to the tub to help clean you up of course, but not before pulling out his phone to take a couple pictures. You just look too delicious and ruined to not memorialize such a feat.

3am: Dabi sent a photo to the groupchat

“I told you I’m keeping this one all to myself, you fucking creeps.”

[anyamaris]

Easy Mode

Word Count-3789

Summary- Complete the quest...? What kind of adventure was this?

Pairing- Mingi x f!reader

Trope-Adventure AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, unprotected sex (wrap it up), overstimulation, Mingi has a big cock, dirty talk, mild restraining (using his hands/body)MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @thelargefrye @kwanisms @sanjoongie

Library of Illusions Masterlist here.

Tysm @cafekitsune for the banner below!

As you pass through the rows upon rows of books, you can't help but feel a tingle of excitement as you read "Adventure". You always loved adventure stories growing up, and you were actually on your own adventure right now.

Of all of the genres, your brain ran rampant at the thought of what awaited you. Pirates on the high sea? Lost in a jungle, looking for treasure? Climbing a mountain to get to the peak?

You smile as you go to grab a thick novel but then a small, thin book falls to the floor in front of you. Frowning you pick it up, accidentally letting it fall open in your hands.

"Oh fu-"

Sunlight warmed your skin as you sit up, rubbing at your eyes. The smell of grass and springtime assailed your senses. All around you was fields of grain, and other random vegetables and fruits.

You inhale the fresh air, standing up and dusting off your clothing. You'd woken up beside a dirt road, and you finally spot a small village in the distance. As you take a step, suddenly a small screen appears in front of you.

"What the..." you mutter, focusing on it. It was a small screen, much like you'd see in a video game. But this was a book? The words on it read:

Objective-Speak to the villagers.

That was it. Nothing else. Shrugging, you sigh, trudging towards the tiny houses.

After what seems like longer than it should have been, you approach the people there. As you draw closer, you notice they are about a foot shorter than you and they were busy hustling around, with small wagons, or baskets of food items.

Approaching, some stop and stare at you, hesitant. You put your hands up at their wary eyes and smile. "Good afternoon...I um....seem to be lost and I was wondering if you could help direct me....?" you start, not exactly sure what else to say. The quest wasn't giving you many details.

An older woman, by the looks of her greying hair and wrinkled eyes as she smiled, approaches you. "Where ye be headin, pretty lady?" she asks, hefting her basket up against her hip as she studies you.

"I am unsure, but I've been traveling for awhile now and I was wondering..." you think momentarily, and then inspiration strikes. "I am just passing through and was looking for food and shelter...but I have no coin. Would there be any jobs that need to be done to receive either payment or a warm bed and food for the night?"

You'd played countless games so you decided to treat this like one, given the whole quest screen thing. This could be exciting, maybe you needed to slay a dragon or rescue a princess!

The small woman eyes you, seeming to decide you were harmless then nods, spitting to the side. "There be a task, for sure. Mayhap you could earn your stay."

Smiling, you thank her and then your quest screen pops up once more.

Objective-Speak to the Villagers COMPLETE!

New Objective-Accept the quest.

Following the woman to what looks to be an inn or tavern of sorts, you are guided to a small wrinkled man behind the counter.

"She be wantin to stay this eve...and take on some work for her keep." she nods at him, and he grunts, clearing his throat. He studies you much the same as the woman, taking in your appearance.

"I won't be askin ye how ye got here, but if yer willin to help with our...neighbor....I can give ye a warm bed and some stew to warm yer belly."

"Ok, you just let me know where to go and I'll go do what needs to be done!" you say enthusiastically. The man just nods, pulling out a piece of parchment.

"This 'ere be the map to the cave o'er the hill to the west. Could ye go chase off the beast that done took up livin there for us?" he asks and you look over the map as you take it from him.

"A beast? Do you know what kind of beast?" you frown down at it. It's a very crudely drawn picture, mostly with an arrow pointing to the left and a circle around where he wanted you to go. This is like a children's drawing, you think, sighing.

"He be huge, hulkin'! He done skerred off our game and lurks in the shadows!" he says, his eyes darting around. Excited you nod at his description. I'll just have to get some kind of weapon and go for it! you think, smiling.

"I'll do it!" you say and set out of the tavern, deciding to see what the distance was for this map. You could walk over the hill and see if you could even see the cave from a distance.

Objective- Accept the quest COMPLETE!

New Objective- Deal with the beast to bring peace back to the villagers

What you hadn't expected was to walk about 20 minutes up the hill, to crest it and see the cave about 100 meters in front of you. What the actual.....

Shaking your head, you trudge forward, slowly wondering if this was even going to be hard. You could just drive whatever creature it was off with the stick you'd grabbed along the way.

Finally reaching the cave, you are shocked to see the remnants of a fire pit, along with some makeshift tools fashioned out of wood and rock.

Venturing into the dark cave, you see it's not large at all. Nor is it empty. You take in the crude bed with hay and some rough fabric, a badly built chair that was broken and a few....books?

What in the world was going on? you think before you hear a crunch behind you. Spinning around with your stick at the ready, you are completely unprepared for the sight in front of you.

Instead of a large hulking beast you are faced with....

Well he was definitely large. Maybe even hulking.....

Your eyes scan the giant man...yes he was a man. He was shirtless and wet, eyeing you warily as he sets down his pail and the pieces of wood under his arm. Running his hand through his hair, he gives you a moment to take in his form.

He was tall and lean, but very...very fit. His thighs were hugged by some kind of leather, his stomach flat and you kept having to force yourself from following that line all the way down...

Clearing your throat, you shake some sense into yourself. Finally focusing on his face, you relax a bit. He had beautiful brown eyes, dark hair and his frown produced a dimple on his cheek as he studied you in turn.

This man was gorgeous, you think then he speaks finally. You weren't prepared for the deep richness of his voice as he says, "Are you hungry?"

"So they sent you to chase me off." he says, frowning. You nod, sighing. This wasn't the adventure you'd been hoping for. Just a big man scaring the smaller townfolk because...as you learned through talking to him....he was shy. Mingi, he'd said his name was.

He kept blushing as he glanced at you, his cute laugh making you want to cuddle him. He explained that the villagers scared him with their torches and screaming when he'd tried to approach them.

"I guess that's fine, I can just go find another place. It's not like this is exactly...." he says, waving around, ducking his head again.

"I feel bad...why don't you just go talk to them? Maybe I can help?" you say, laying a hand on his arm. His head shoots up at the contact, his eyes flashing momentarily. Then his dimples pokes out again when he smiles at you brightly.

"You'd do that for me?" he asks and you can't help but smile back, his sweetness so adorable. "Sure. I don't see why not? But it is getting dark...maybe I can come back in the morning and we can go talk to them together?" you say, rubbing his arm lightly.

You feel his skin prickle as he bites his lip, his head tilting, glancing at the setting sun. "Could you...would you....stay with me tonight? I...am...lonely..." he says, a small pout forming on his lips.

Was he...flirting? You couldn't actually tell, given his seemingly innocent demeanor so far. You didn't see how it could hurt to keep him comfortable....just for tonight....

"I can stay, if you'd like." you say, as he grasps your hand, his excited reaction making you have to bite back laughter. He was just so cute.

After a warm meal and helping him clean up, he directs you towards the cave. You rub your arms as a chill makes you shiver. "Oh..." you murmur, looking at the bed. He comes up behind you and you can't help but be affected by his nearness, his natural scent intoxicating.

His low voice hums as he moves around you, adjusting the bed. He slips in, then looks up at you. Realizing he wants you to get in with him, you blink.

"Aren't you cold? I'm sure....I can....keep you warm...." he says, smiling. Without a second thought, you crawl in with him. His big arms immediately pull you into him, engulfing you and pressing you against his chest. Oh hell yeah.

You are reminded of his naked chest from earlier and you feel your body react. Suddenly you're looking up into the face of this beautiful man, the innocence you'd seen in his eyes earlier replaced with curiosity mixed with what could only be desire.

"You...smell really nice..." you say, feeling heat creep up your neck. He brings his head down to your neck and inhales, causing you to stiffen up. "You smell good enough to taste..." he whispers then his tongue is on your skin, licking a trail up your neck.

Gasping, you grip his broad shoulders. This wasn't the adventure you'd expected but fuck if you weren't going to indulge while you were here. This man was luscious and you were too horny to care about your objective at this moment.

"Mingi..." you sigh, and then suddenly he's on top of you, his huge form hovering above you. "I love when you say my name..." he moans, settling his hips between your legs, his thick thighs pushing yours apart. "I need you..." he groans out, and you can feel his thick length proving that need as he grinds himself against you.

"Please-" you whimper, feeling your panties soak through at his low noises. He leans up and tugs your pants down, discarding them. You pull at the strings on his as well, and he removes them quickly, settling back between your legs. The weight of his huge cock on your mound causes you to mewl out, suddenly wondering if you were going to be able to take him.

"Mingi..." you moan again, as his length slides against you, your slickness as he rubs against your clit making you arch up. His large body covers yours as he grabs you behind one of your knees, pressing your leg up and to the side.

"I'm going to show you what kind of beast I really am...." he growls into your ear as he rams his enormous girth into your eager pussy, stretching you painfully. You scream out as he sheathes himself completely, the sting of pain and pleasure mixing to make you dizzy.

He doesn't even hesitate before he's grasping both of your wrists, yanking them over your head, holding you down. "You're all mine now, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't even think anymore..." he murmurs, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. It's not long before you feel the build of your first peak, taking you by surprise as your body trembles beneath his.

The weight of him holds you down, actually drawing out the high at the feeling of helplessness. "Fuck yeah, baby, just like that. Scream for me...." he's groaning, the slap of his balls against the wetness seeping out of you causing him to bite his lip and rut into you even harder. He holds himself up to look down, so he can see his large cock burying itself into your tiny hole.

"Such a pretty pink little pussy," he's panting, then he yanks your top up, his lips encircling your sensitive nipple, grinding his hips down into you. The pressure has your legs shaking again, another coil about to burst in your abdomen.

"Mingi! FUCK!" you scream, your aching walls clamping down on him. If he wasn't so heavy and his weight was holding him into you, the force would have ejected him. You watch his jaw clench when you can keep your eyes from squeezing shut, enjoying his reaction to your noises and body.

"Going to make you cum all night around my dick." he states, huffing and beginning to sweat. He pulls out of you, the feeling of sudden emptiness eliciting a cry from you. But then he's lifting you as if you weigh nothing, turning over to seat you on top of him, facing away.

"You want more of this cock?" he asks, seating you so his thickness is rubbing against your slit, slapping it against you. "PLEASE!" you moan out. He chuckles into your ear, one of his hands cupping the weight of your breast, his fingers pinching and pulling.

"Beg me..." he murmurs and you can't help but sob his name, crying out for him. "Fuck me, oh my god...please...I want you to tear me in two with your big fat cock!" you whine. "Mmm that's what I like to hear..." he groans, leaning you back so he can guide himself into you.

As he forces his way deep into you again, he grabs your arms and holds them behind you with one hand, his other slaps your sensitive clit, making it sting.

"Cum on me, do it." he growls as you whimper and bounce on him, the sense of being torn apart never felt so good to you. His long fingers slap against your nub once more, but then he's pinching and pressing on it, ripping yet another orgasm from you.

"Oh my god....how long....can ..you...last-" you gasp out, almost collapsing from the countless times you've cum tonight. "Mmm, do you want me to fill you up, baby? I can fuck you forever if you'd like...." you plead with him, tears falling down your face. Your poor body overused and shaking from overstimulation.

"One more..... this time- cum with me while -I fill- you up.....going- to make you- burst from the amount of- cum I have for you..." he's moaning, his mouth on your neck. His grunts start to pick up as you bounce faster, his hand letting your arms go to grip your hips.

Your head falls back against him as he sucks on your nape, leaving a mark as you start to feel yourself quaking. He murmurs incoherent pleased noises as you clench around him yet again, but this time he grits his jaw, a gutteral noise coming from his throat as he pulls you down one last time, and you can feel his thighs tremble beneath you.

"God yes, fill my pussy! Fill me up until I can't take anymore!" you're screaming, his hand dipping between your legs to rub you where you both meet. You cry out yet again as he lifts you briefly to pull you back down, his thick fluid seeping out from the motion. "Fuck yeah...." he moans, repeating the motion one more time, the sticky mess coating you both.

His hand goes to your mouth, his fingers forcing themselves into your mouth. You can't help but suck the mixture of the both of you off of him, reveling in the bitter salty taste. "Fuck I hate letting you go again..." he murmurs and you frown, too dazed and exhausted to say anything. The last thing you remember is him cooing at you, laying you down with him as you drift off to sleep.

Waking in the morning, everything seems like a dream. Minus the soreness between your legs. It seemed that he'd bathed you with something while you slept, as you were clean and reclothed. You rub at the nape of your neck, realizing that your whole body was aching.

Worth it, you think, taking in the form of the big man as he comes to tell you he's ready to go meet the villagers.

Finally setting out on the very short trip back to town (grumbling under your breath about the lack of actual adventure), you turn to Mingi on the outskirts.

"It's probably best if I go speak with them first to explain, then we can go from there. How does that sound?" you ask, looking up at the large man. He just smiles at you brightly with his cute dimples, giving you a nod.

Sighing, you turn to go talk to the villager who gave you the quest in the tavern. The switch from the animalistic beast last night to the adorable innocence and happy puppy dog personality has you rubbing your head. Who the fuck wrote this 'adventure'? you think, grumpily. Minus the sex, it was horribly boring.

Walking into the town, you notice the villagers gathered to greet you. A few are wringing their hands, worry on their faces that turns to relief as they see you approach them.

"We thought ye'd done got ate up!" one of them calls and the rest murmur their agreement. The tavern keeper pushes through and you look down at him. Clearing your throat, you address him and everyone around.

"I did meet the ... creature you all sent me to handle. He is indeed very large." Mutters of agreement and gasps escape the crowd. "How did ye survive?!" they ask and you put up your hands.

"This so called 'beast' is just a tall human man who was just too afraid to come to your village to speak with you all. He thought he would be fine where he was, but I explained to him the issues it was causing." you explain.

"How do you know he tells the truth!?" a voice calls out, echoed by others nearby. Sighing, you smile and gesture to yourself. "I spent an evening with him, and we shared a meal. I am in one piece and was not ravaged by him." you say, doing your best to hold back the snicker that threatened to escape you at that particular comment.

"Tis true, she do be livin." they all whisper amongst themselves. "Listen....I have spoken with him and he has expressed his desire to speak with all of you on his own, and explain himself. Perhaps you all could reach an agreement for him to live there and he could help you all around the village?" You're met with some shocked looks from some of the more wary people, but others are pondering the idea.

The tavern keeper walks forward and eyes you up and down. "Does ye trust this beas- this human?" he asks, squinting at you. "As much as I can trust someone I only met for one night, yes. He seems genuine and I believe he's not here to cause any harm. He's quite shy." You say, motioning to the outskirts of town where he waited.

"I've brought him here to speak with you all, if you'll allow it. But he's agreed to leave if you are uncomfortable with it." you explain before they can all freak out.

"I mean...he came all this way..." someone says, then others are nodding, while others are reluctantly kicking the ground expressing their doubts. "I'll go meet him!" a small woman says, coming forward.

"Momma!" the tavern keep says, pulling on the older woman's arm but she shoos him away. "Big fraidy, you all are. He wants to help, I say we talk to him." "Thank you," you smile at the woman and she just gestures you on to go meet him.

"His name is Mingi," you tell her as you both approach. You definitely don't fail to notice the entourage following behind as you both go to greet him.

As Mingi watches you approach, he ducks his head a bit, holding onto the little bucket hat he'd brought with him. "So ye be the so called "beast", Mingi?" the woman says, walking right up to him. She stood about as tall as his hip.

He looks down at her shyly, and nods briefly. "I'm sorry for causing any issues." he says quietly and she just throws back her head and lets out a loud guffaw.

Smacking him on his rearend, she grabs his hand and drags him with her to meet the others. "No need for 'pologies her, mister Mingi! My you're a big boy, I bet we 'ave lots o work for the likes of ye...." you laugh as he looks back at you, shocked as he's forced into the crowd of little people.

Once the greeting was over, and Mingi seemed like he was finally warming up to all of them, the tavern keep comes to speak with you.

"Well, it wasn't what I sent ye for but you done did deal with the issue. Looks like we got ourselves a new townsfolk. Thanks to ye." he nods. "That bed and meal are still yers for the takin'." he says, patting your arm as he walks away.

"Seriously?" you sigh out. "This easy mode shit is what I get for my adventure?" you kick at the dirt path, but then let your gaze wander over the gorgeous man you'd spent the night with.

Well...you'll take it, you think. Suddenly the quest screen pops up and you clap.

Objective- Deal with the beast to bring peace back to the villagers-Quest Complete!

"Yay! Quest complete!" you cry, drawing Mingi's attention as you reach out to let the key fall into your hand.

Momentarily before things go black, you hear, "NO! DAMN YOU HWA AND YOUR STUPID GAME TUTORIAL BOOK-"

You open your eyes to the familiar dim light and the rows of books. What a weird story for adventure, you think. You turn around to the sound of a cat yowling softly, slowly slinking away with it's odd, sad noises.

This place was so strange.

You open your small box and notice there are six slots. Sliding the key into one of them, you shut it and look around.

Smiling as you think upon your 'adventure', you touch the mark on the back of your neck, oddly the only part of you still sore before you make your way onwards.

[writing-intheundercroft]

WIP Tag Game

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Sharing an Ominis draft under the cut - tagging @pluviowriting @kaviary-blog @ellivenollivander @sloanesallow @cuffmeinblack and anyone else who wishes to join in 🥰

“Do you fancy anyone, Ominis?”

The three of you were seated at the Slytherin table, Ominis in center; Sebastian to his right, chin perched in his palm, and you, the new fifth year, on his left. Sebastian had just been fawning over Samantha Dale, his flavor of the month, crooning about her shiny black hair and full, rosy cheeks.

“It’s not like that with Ominis,” Sebastian waves you off. “He’s going to be a brother of Merlin, they don’t have attachments.”

You raise your eyebrows. “What the hell is a brother of Merlin?”

Ominis swallows thickly. It had been so long since he’d thought about it–ages, really. Life had been so normal as of late (about as normal as it could be, with Sebastian getting in trouble every other day, Anne sick as a dog, and you, his new super-powered classmate, wedging yourself into his life).

“Well, you know how muggles have religion.” Ominis drums his fingers against the mahogany table. “The brotherhood of Merlin is somewhat akin to muggle faith. They’re…they’re sort of like clergy. They travel throughout the magical realm, studying and spreading the knowledge of Merlin.” he explains.

You pause for a moment, letting out a loud peal of laughter. “Ominis, you’re going to be a priest?”

“It’s actually a big deal,” Sebastian points out, his mouth full of oatmeal. “Not very many people actually go through with it, you see. It’s labor intensive, and the brotherhood decides on your assignment, so you never know where in the world you may end up.”

“Do you want to join the brotherhood, Ominis?” You ask, voice piqued with curiosity.

“No one has ever really asked,” he confesses, stiffening at the revelation. “My parents decided I would join when I was a child. They thought it would be a noble sacrifice. A son to carry on the family lineage, and a son to join the cloth.”

“That doesn’t answer my first question.” You remind him. “I asked if you fancied anyone.”

“I’m not supposed to–” Ominis began, quickly cut off with your impatient sigh.

“You’re not in the brotherhood yet, Ominis.”

Yet.

He’d never thought of it that way.

“I don’t.” Ominis says quickly, brushing his hair out of his face. “Fancy anyone, that is.”

Sebastian takes his time pointing out the obvious elephant in the room. Walking back to the dorms from the boys’ showers, he brings the topic from lunch to the forefront.

“She was asking if you like anyone because she likes you,” Sebastian scrunches his towel in his hair.

Ominis fiddles with his wand. “She wasn’t.” he insists. “She was just curious because you kept carrying on and on about Samantha Dale.”

Sebastian scoffs, whipping his damp towel at him. “She likes you, I swear. I always catch her staring at you during potions, and the two of you are always napping on one another during History of Magic. I must admit, I feel rather left out.” he pouts.

“Don’t,” Ominis says warningly. The last time Sebastian felt left out, they’d ended up locked in a dungeon with his Aunt Noctua’s bones littering the corridor. Nothing good can come from Sebastian Sallow feeling unincluded.

[thatlonelymonster]

I choose you

Pairing: Miles Socorro “Spider” x male Na'vi reader

Pronouns used: he/him

Words: 2k

Warnings: swearing, nightmare

“Dude, are you for real?” Lo'ak hopped beside his friend, probably more excited than he was. “Yes, I passed all the tests.” (M/n) sighed but smiled, as if that wasn’t the tenth time he was asked that question today. “That’s soo cool! I mean… you’re officially an adult now, right? You’re allowed to do everything that an adult can do?” “Yes.” Lo'ak paused, thinking. “Even choosing a mate?” Of course, that was the first thing a hormone driven teenager would think about. Only for a second (M/n) stopped in his tracks, gritting his teeth at the stinging feeling that bubbled up in his chest. “Yes.” He continued walking so that Lo'ak wouldn’t notice his sudden change in mood. “But I don’t want to.”, he added after a moment of consideration.

“Huh? Why? Do you mean like for now or…?” “Probably never.”, the older boy answered his question. “But why?” Lo'ak didn’t notice how uncomfortable he made his friend with his questions, completely taken over by his curiosity. “Just like I said: I don’t want to.” Lo'ak was curious but not stupid and he took the hint of (M/n) not wanting to talk about it. “And you can hunt with the adults now?” (M/n) nodded, glad Lo'ak finally let go of the topic. He knew that the younger boy would have many more questions, but just then they arrived at the village. “I should get going now. My dad will probably want to see me.”, he excused himself. “Okay. He is the type of dad who will actually be proud of you!” He mumbled the last part to himself. “See you later!”

(M/n) lied. He knew his dad was proud of him because he had already talked to him. And just like Lo'ak he had questioned his son about choosing a mate. It annoyed him to a point where he couldn’t find words to describe it anymore. He climbed a tree, enjoying the fresh breeze of air as he ran and swung himself from one tree to another, mindlessly escaping the village and its stupid traditions. No, they weren’t stupid. He was. It didn’t take him long to reach the spot he would always come to. He didn’t even have to think about it on his way there. Carefully, he got off of the tree and sat down under it. Shivers ran down his spine as soon as his clear mind was flooded with thoughts again. Thoughts he didn’t want to think right now. He just needed a break. The wind swayed the grass in a peaceful rhythm, some creatures chirping and munching around him in the deep forest. (M/n) closed his eyes, trying to concentrate only on that. Soon his mind was clear again and he slipped into a light sleep.

Laugher echoed through the forest. (M/n) had to run awkwardly slow, like chasing a child only pretending to go at full speed. He sensed the grass and branches under his bare feet and felt free at the feeling of wind blowing his hair back. “Faster old man, come on, I’m right here!” He knew the voice but the person it belonged to was still a little too far away to see. “Hey, I’m not that old!”, he laughed, pushing some vines out of his way. He heard the fading tapping of feet on wet grass, but still no sight of any creature.

“(M/n).” He turned around at the voice that called for him. “(M/n), come here my boy.” Curiously, he followed the call, nearly forgetting the game of tag he was just playing. Just a few meters behind some trees, he saw the big statue of his father standing in a clearing. “Dad? What do you want here? What… what is going on?” The man looked at him with a warm smile. Only then he noticed the other people standing behind him. “Dad?” “Aren’t they beautiful?” (M/n) took a few steps forward, confused by the situation. There, right in front of him was a group of girls, at least twenty or more. One of them came towards him, placed a hand on his cheek and smiled, the same honey sweet smile his dad gave him seconds ago. He felt like that sweet honey was drowning him. That feeling got more intense as more and more of the women came in his direction, surrounding him, trapping him in their sweet circle of madness. “No!”, he mumbled, pushing them away from him. He shielded his body with his arms, evading every hand that reached for him longingly. “No, I don’t want any of them!”

Just as he said that, young male hunters appeared in the crowd flexing their muscles or showing off their weapons with that smile. The type of smile he hated more than anything. It was that type of smile that said “come here, I know what’s best for you”. “It’s your choice.”, his father’s voice sounded through the chaos. “Dad, make it stop. Make it stop, please dad!”, he whined, desperately trying to escape it all. “All you have to do is choose.” “Please dad, no! I don’t want to.” The crowd came closer and closer, lulling him in their sweet fake smiles. “Choose.” “You don’t understand, you don’t-“ Why wouldn’t he listen to him? “Choose!”

“Please dad, please no.” “(M/n).” “No, I can’t.” “(M/n).” “Make it stop, I can’t breathe!” His voice was nothing more than a quiet mutter. “(M/n), you can. Wake up, please!” “What?” His hand touched something soft. All he could hear was a rapid heart beat and heavy breaths. Still his ears felt like under water. “You’re drowning me!” “(M/n), please!” The voice sounded worried and somewhat far away. But it was coming closer. He felt a weight on his chest and something cold on his cheek. With a gasp for air he opened his eyes. Everything was blurry. “It was Spider! He ran away, he’s still somewhere-…” “(M/n), calm down, I’m right here!”

The weight on his chest shifted. (M/n) blinked. He still couldn’t quite grasp what was real and what was not. His hands were trembling, but he got a hold of the softness he felt earlier. And it grounded him. His heartbeat calmed and he slowly got more and more aware of his environment. He was half laying in the grass, leaning against a tree. When his eyes started to focus again, he could identify the weight on his body as a human figure. It was Spider, who had grabbed his wrist and placed his big blue hand on his small head. The boy was staring at him with huge eyes, a somewhat shocked expression on his face that faded as he realised that he had brought (M/n) back to reality. Now he just stared at him worriedly. “It’s okay, I’m right here.”, he repeated. He pressed his ear against the Na'vi’s chest, listening to his heartbeat calming down. He almost cursed the exopack that was now kinda uncomfortable and in his way, but for a matter of fact it was keeping him alive so he better shouldn’t complain.

Spider didn’t know if he should ask (M/n) what that dream was about. For the moment he was just glad that he was the one who found him, even though he didn’t like the sight of (M/n) wincing and trembling in his sleep. Also he couldn’t remember that something like that had happened before, so something must really bother him. He was ripped out of his thoughts as a pair of strong blue arms wrapped themselves around his body. Hesitantly, he propped his chin up on the big chest and raised his gaze up to (M/n), but the boy had closed his eyes again.

While Spider just lied there, not knowing what to do, (M/n) absorbed his presence with all his being. “Do you want to talk about it?”, the human asked, a hint of insecurity sounded in his voice. (M/n) opened his eyes slightly and Spider put on a crooked smile. It was warm. Really warm, not that fake honey smile that was haunting his dreams. And (M/n) felt safe. “I passed the tests.” His throat was sore. He gulped. The Na'vi boy forced a smile onto his face. It was bitter and Spider noticed. “That’s great!”, he tried restrained. “Uh-huh.” “I’m proud of you?” (M/n) sighed. Spider tried to sit up on his stomach, but the heavy arms on his back prevented him from doing so. “Sorry.”

The Na'vi lifted his arms, freeing Spider who got up just to sit back down next to him. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, looking at the other boy with observant eyes. “Nothing really. It- it’s stupid!” He laughed awkwardly. “No, it’s not. If it’s bothering you we can talk about it, maybe I can help you sort things out?” When (M/n) didn’t answer he continued with another question. “Is it what your dream was about?” A faint blush creeped up on (M/n)’s cheeks. “I told you it’s stupid!” Now it was Spider’s turn to wait for the other to go on. “It’s just- everyone is bugging me about finding a mate, now that I’m a ‘grown-up’ and I-… you know…” “Oh.”, was all he murmured in response. His foot started tapping rhythms on the floor and he shifted around uncomfortably. “And have you already found any good options?”, he added, fidgeting with his fingers. “Ooh, not you too!”, (M/n) huffed in annoyance, but he wasn’t really mad at the boy beside him. He was just avoiding his gaze. “You know I’m not going to choose any of them!”

Spider’s sweaty hands unclenched. The peak of hope he felt was immediately washed away by the amount of guilt he felt for it. “Do you mean you’re gonna tell them?” Now he was the one who avoided the other’s gaze. (M/n) lifted his hand, combing his four fingers through Spider’s dark blonde braids in thought. The boy tilted his head against his shoulder, leaning into the touch. “I don’t know. Neytiri is gonna kill you.” “No, she isn’t!”, Spider laughed, amused by (M/n)’s dramatic comment but not fully convinced by his own words. “What about your father?” “He still has my sister, so he can shut up about not having any descendants.”, he responded without really thinking about the weight of his words. Yet the human boy blushed madly at the careless comment. “I don’t want to hold you back from anything though. If I’m in your folk’s way we should- ugh!” (M/n)’s sudden movement pushed the air out of his lungs.

“They and their stupid traditions can fuck off! I’ve already chosen someone, so there’s no need for me to find a mate. Yeah, we can’t bond but who cares? I fucking love you and no one is gonna get in the way of that!” Spider stared at him with wide eyes. He had said the three words. Well, four words but he ignored the swearing in the confession. “I-I…”, he stuttered, not finding the right words to say. “Wow, okay.” Just then (M/n) realised what he had said. “By Eywa, I’m so sorry, I… I shouldn’t have said that, I know it’s too early, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that, I…” The boy interrupted his ramble by crawling on his lap and pressing his soft smaller lips on his. (M/n)’s eyes widened and he quickly pushed the other one away. “Spider, what are you doing?! Your mask, we’re not in the lab!”

He took the mask out of his hands and pushed it back onto his face, struggling to close it behind his head with his big fingers. Luckily Spider helped him and closed the straps with a click. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his head spinning like crazy. But it was merely because of the high levels of carbon dioxide in the air, more because of the amount of feelings rushing through his body even though that wasn’t their first kiss. “I’m sorry!”, he said laughing. Now it was him who apologised. He couldn’t hide the wide smile that spread on his cheeks. “I just needed to kiss you so bad I couldn’t help it! And it shut you up so…” The blue skinned boy looked at him with a reproving expression but soon joined in his laughter. The whole situation was so stupid and now he was almost ashamed to have seen things so seriously before. “Does that mean you’ve chosen me?” “Of course it does, idiot!”, (M/n) chuckled. “Great, ‘cause I’d like to choose you too!” Spider buried his head in the blue chest to hide his blush. A hand gently stroked his head. “Then we’ll manage everything else.”

Thanks for reading my first post

I heard a story becomes awkward for a person who wrote it and read it over and over again so I hope this is less awkward for you…

[soleilnomoon]

i would love to place an order for Meringue Cookies, Dark Chocolate, Jelly Beans, Candy Necklace, & Blan Manje, with Caramel & Honey. Side menu # 1 for Boa or Nami. either is fine! with a g/n reader! These stories are a blast to read!

anon i am so so sry this took forever 😭💕💕💕 but i finally finished and i'm actually happy with it; also ty for requesting, i love boa hancock sfm i wish more ppl wrote for her.

4.3k words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; angst angst angst bc that's how i vibe & smut, and if you squint real hard there's some fluff somehow i think. hancock is a brat as usual and reader ain't shit, but they go great together <3 feat. cute things like oral (f receiving), fingering, a lil bondage, hair pulling, some pussy slapping, more stuff that idr anymore ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't ;_;)

tagging lil’ kaia bc she asked so nicely ❤︎ @cvvor

“our love would be death” — anaïs  nin

sea salt sifts through the wind, warm and fine enough that most don’t notice its intrusion. it lands on your nose and lips, coats your tongue when you exhale through your mouth; no matter how many times you try to wash away the taste, it still lingers. a persistent annoyance that refuses to leave you alone. it’s a bitter, yet familiar taste — one that fills your heart with memories you’ve long wanted to keep buried. you’re no stranger to heartache, but this is different.

you find that you can never sleep through the entire night without dreaming of your ex — of how you begged them to stay, of how you told them you couldn’t live without them. pathetic, you tell yourself one morning after another restless night — you know you need to find a way to move on, but there’s no way you can, not when you carved so many pieces of yourself to give away without much thought.

what you’re left with is a battered heart that can barely function on its own; it flops pitifully in your chest, rattling against your rib cage weakly. every day it gets harder to breathe, harder to face the truth that you’re all alone — again.

boa hancock doesn’t know why she even fucking bothers, but she can’t seem to stay away from you. it’s a privilege, in her opinion, for you to be graced with her presence, let alone be allowed to touch her intimately. so, when she finds you staring wistfully out of the window, sighing to yourself again she snaps.

“y/n, look at me,” she commands loudly, voice piercing through your body like a thick arrow that keeps you frozen in place. you know better than to disobey her, even though you want to; you know you’re being unreasonable, but the heart always wants what it can’t have, right?

not that she cares about any of that. in her mind, your ex is an ex for a reason. she grabs your face with her hand, squeezing tightly, delicate brows furrowed together as irritation drips down her spine. she could easily kill you and you know it. “i’m the most beautiful woman in the world,” she boasts, although there’s something melancholic about the way she says it.

you narrow your eyes at her, mouth moving before you can think better of it. “and what of it?” it’s not often that you challenge her like that, but today you’ve had enough of her games, of constantly catering to her whims and desires, of her veneer that she insists on keeping even when she’s alone with you.  

it dawns on her then what the actual problem is. “you’re still in love with them.” anger seeps through her pores, and she knows if she doesn’t walk away soon, she might say or do something she’ll possibly regret.

you flinch, eyes widening — she’s not entirely wrong, but she’s not right either. you’re just stuck in limbo, unable to move on because you refuse to do so; after seeing them so happy with someone else, you can’t fathom finding any sort of happiness yourself. so, you cling onto the past, even when it threatens to destroy your present life.

for some reason, this pisses you off — that hancock is so much more perceptive than people give her credit for; that she’s not afraid to tell you the truth, despite how your friends sugarcoat everything for you. the rage that’s bubbled deep inside of you for months finally pushes out; you can barely think or see properly, and you forget yourself when you practically shout back at her.

“and you’re just jealous because for once, you’re not the focus of my attention.” you’re not sure why you say it, but as soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel like shit.

there’s rarely a moment where hancock finds herself in absolute shock, but your venomous words cut into her bruised ego with vigor. it's a harsh reality that she refuses to accept, so she lashes out at you again.

“you’re pathetic.” her tone is cold, and she steels her face enough that she almost looks bored with you. hancock releases her hold on you and swivels on her heels to walk away. you don’t bother calling after her, but she pauses in her gait to look over her shoulder at you. “i’m done playing with you, get out of my sight.”

the dismissal is the first slap of many and her insistence on blatantly keeping her back turned while she ignores you is another. something in you breaks, but you know you’ve angered the pirate empress enough for one day. you don’t hesitate before scrambling to your feet and leaving her alone. after you close the door, you hear a shriek that’s accompanied by what sounds like a large vase shattering. you don’t bother checking on her, because you know you’re not wanted in her presence right now.

you should’ve seen this coming. one doesn’t simply think about another lover while in the presence of boa hancock; it’s absurd and theatrical, but it’s an unspoken rule that you keep breaking over and over. in the back of your mind, you know you should go make things right with her, but you just don’t know how.

hancock’s frustration continues to build throughout the day. she doesn’t know why someone — you, a commoner who should be groveling at her feet daily — can be so insolent without remorse. she’s smashed several expensive sculptures, shredded her mattress and bed sheets with large scissors, and cursed out every staff member in kuja palace. her anger only intensifies when she hears someone whisper your name, so she locks herself in her bedroom, refusing meals or assistance from anyone.

you’ve always thought that the pirate empress was annoying, self-centered, and unnecessarily mean without reason. you’ve told her this on several occasions, stunning her into silence — a feat that most cannot achieve. hancock would normally sentence someone to death for those sorts of callous remarks, but for some reason she spares you. maybe it’s because despite her incomparable, unrivaled beauty, you don’t helplessly pine after her.

and she absolutely hates that about you.

hancock’s not someone who’s used to being treated like a regular person, and yet that’s what you do to her. you barely hold any reverence for her, give her the minimal amount of respect owed as a citizen of amazon lily, and you don’t flinch when she threatens you publicly. most are afraid to be associated with you, out of fear for incurring the snake princess’ wrath — not that you care, you’ve known that your personality can’t be tolerated by most because you tend to happily go against the grain.

you’ve always found her beauty to be intense and intoxicating — imposing like the sun, forcing a heat to surge through you that has yet to dissipate. you hate that your attraction to her impedes your daily life, especially when you’re plagued by dueling thoughts of her and your ex. you’re barred from entering the palace, and you’re thankful for it as you don’t know how you’d be able to face hancock after all that you’ve said. you know that you should apologize profusely, but a woman like hancock requires something extravagant and elaborate — something that’ll prove that your adoration and loyalty is genuine and not forced.

the first few days are relatively easy; you work tirelessly to keep your mind and body busy, and you’re so exhausted by the end of the day that you sleep without dreaming. when a week passes, you start to notice that certain things are off; you didn’t make it a habit of frequenting the palace that often, but you were there enough that the staff didn’t give you a hard time when you showed up unannounced. you tell yourself that distance is good — it means you’ll be able to finally focus on the things that are important to you.

but, when you sit and think about it, you’re not quite sure if that’s entirely true.

after the second week, you start getting antsy. your friends keep pestering you, asking why your mood keeps shifting day to day — you’re intolerable and grouchy, snap at minor things and make mistakes all day. your heart, as tired and as worn out as it is, still skips a beat when you think about hancock despite what you try to tell yourself when you’re alone. somehow, you’ve convinced yourself that the only reason why you’re thinking about her, is because you miss fucking her.

the lie is tough to digest, but you keep repeating it and sooner or later you’ll believe it, right?

soon, everything reminds you of her.

on a warm night, a small festival is held, and you wander around listless and slightly tipsy. memories of the first time you met boa hancock — outside of all the fanfare that her royal title awards her — plague you relentlessly. you remember the warmth from that night, similar to this one; you remember how highly oppressive and unbearable the humidity was; and you also remember that you were on your third drink when you unceremoniously bumped into the pirate empress.

at first, her sisters demanded you apologize, but you were annoyed and had just been dumped so you chose audacity instead.

hancock’s irritation was evident, despite her not saying much — and it wasn’t until your rambling struck a nerve that she fired back. it was the first time he’d let her walls down, and her sisters watched in shock as both of you went back and forth over nothing. hancock called you all sorts of terrible names, and you sneered and laughed in her face. the fact that you weren’t cowering in fear or salivating over her beauty set her skin on fire in a way she didn’t understand.

you remember her dismissing the other gorgon sisters, insisting that she’d be able to handle you on her own. and she did, in a way. if anyone were to ask her about that time, hancock would easily admit that she regrets meeting you that night — but it would be a lie. the only thing she regrets is allowing you to infiltrate her heart, to settle without permission, to make her feel less than when she knew she was anything but.

her brattiness is unappealing on the surface and you normally wouldn’t be attracted to a woman who boldly wears such an ugly personality with pride. somehow, hancock has made the trait endearing to you, in a strange way; she’s so unapologetic with her behavior, that you find it rather comical. why people take her seriously is beyond you.

but, despite all of that, you do miss her.

you miss seeing the way her nose would scrunch and wrinkle when she was disgusted with something insignificant and minute; you miss kissing her in the middle of arguments and watching her easily melt underneath your touch; but you mostly miss hearing her complain about your lack of etiquette, about how odd she finds your views on the world, and about how you see her more clearly than anyone else on the island.

that sort of vulnerability terrifies her, and it’s why she’s been so miserable without you.

her sisters pay you a visit one morning and implore you to talk some sense into hancock. they tell you about how her temper tantrums have gotten uncontrollable (even for them) and how she barely eats or bothers leaving the palace these days. that bit surprises you, as hancock thrives off the validation from the populace. at first you mean to refuse them, but when you take note of how marigold anxiously fidgets with the gold bracelet around her wrist and the way sandersonia has dark circles under her eyes, you give in.

after taking a long, long soak in the bath, hancock pads back to her room naked, deciding to keep the windows open so she can air dry properly. you find her shortly after, out of breath from running over to the palace; she didn’t lock her door — and why should she? she’s the empress, after all — so you enter her room with ease. because she’s been so out of it lately, she’s been sluggish in her reactions to certain things; especially since she hasn’t stopped thinking about you.

with the door shut and locked behind you, hancock’s mind clears a bit; she blinks slowly, her dark eyes honed on you, taking in your thick thighs and toned body. as usual, hancock’s face only features an impassive expression, and she keeps her tone flat when she addresses you.

“why the hell are you in my bedroom?” she grabs the silk robe that’s draped over her mattress and puts it on in a rush.

before you can answer her or move closer, she picks up a large pillow and chucks it at you in the hopes that you’ll get the hint and leave her alone. you sidestep the attack, lips pressed together as you hold back a laugh; she can’t honestly think that a pillow will stop you, can she? hancock keeps throwing things, anything within her reach that isn’t nailed down to the floor or wall. you try to reason with her, try to make your way closer, but stop when you see the way her lips quiver.

she keeps fumbling with tying her robe properly, keeps looking down at her trembling fingers — the same ones that have tugged on your hair more times than you can count — but still she won’t say anything else to you.

after a minute, hancock manages to compose herself once again, her lips pressed tightly together as she fights the urge to berate herself for looking weak in front of you — as if you care about any of that. your silence compels her to swiftly make her way towards you, long legs shimmering in the sunlight, captivating you so much that you forget you’re supposed to be angry with her.

“look at you,” she stands tall, her pride giving her the confidence she needs to verbally tear you apart. “you’ve come begging for my forgiveness, right?” she doesn’t wait for you to respond and simply flips her hair over her shoulder before continuing. it’s all she can do to keep her composure around you; she knows if she gives you even a fraction of an inch, you’ll take a whole damn mile. “i should have you gutted for entering the palace without permission. you should know your damn place.” while her words are harsh, her delivery doesn’t quite match the expression on her face. maybe it’s because you haven’t taken your eyes off of her since you entered her room; or, maybe it’s because she’s standing much closer than necessary but can’t physically move herself away.

did you cast a spell on her without her knowledge?

while her eyes do narrow at that possibility, she highly doubts that you could, as there’s no one on amazon lily that doesn’t succumb to her treacherous beauty. but you continue to defy her expectations and you never know when to quit. which is why she just wants to grab you by the neck and toss you out the window; maybe if she actually kills you this time, she’ll be done with you forever.

except, she could never bring herself to harm you — not really. so she continues with her rant, reminding you that you’re beneath her, that you should be happy someone like her gave you any attention at all, but the more she talks, the more you want her to just shut the hell up.

“you’re right,” you say, cutting her off without remorse or any regards for your own safety, “and i deserve all of that,” and possibly more, but you don’t add that bit in. it becomes a little difficult to focus, what with hancock watching you with a different kind of intensity than you’re used to. “i… should’ve just explained myself properly before. but, more importantly,” you decide to take a risk and gently grab her by the hips.

silence wraps around her, blending into her thoughts, warping her perception of everything that’s happening. your hand is warm — much too warm, hot almost; she can feel the heat through the flimsy fabric as she presses her body closer to yours. whatever it is you want to tell her doesn’t matter — maybe she’ll pester you about it all later, but right now all she wants is you.

so, you give in and allow yourself to be more selfish than usual.

when your lips brush against hers, she completely comes alive — the longing you both felt for weeks, the irritation and unsaid words, they all prompt her to wrap her arms around your neck. it’s something short of a loving embrace, but you know better. your kiss goes from slow and tender to something much more fevered and enthusiastic; her lips are soft and supple, wholly inviting and terribly mesmerizing. you back her against the wall as she threads her fingers through your hair, tugging on it roughly, her patience practically nonexistent from all her wanting. you laugh at her in between kisses, breath warm against her skin — a feat that simultaneously annoys and arouses her — and remind her to play nice.

when she tugs on your hair again, you bite her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, but run your tongue along the miniature wound to soothe the sting. she inhales sharply, the pain not noticeable, but the way you suck on her lip makes her head spin while also leaving her breathless.

 a woman like hancock doesn’t beg, but when you grab her ass roughly — aggressive, yet completely undoing — she lets out a whimper so pathetic she’s almost ashamed of herself.

she should slap you, but all she does is roll her hips forward once you spread her legs and run your fingers against her folds. in a fit of desperation, to excuse her reactions, she tells herself that it’s because she hasn’t been touched in so long — but deep down she knows the truth; she knows it’s because there’s no one else she’d rather have here with her, and that is a terrifying revelation. still, she’s very receptive to your touch, her back arching as soon as you spread her with your fingers.

her arousal drips down slowly, and while you’d love to take your time with her, you also know that if you don’t hurry up you might actually lose your mind. you trail kisses down the length of her neck, and hancock presses her lips together to keep from making any more embarrassing noises. it’s ridiculous the way her body can easily be commanded by you without much effort; she wants to hate you for leading her down this path, but she can’t ever bring herself to do so.

love makes people incredibly foolish and tender indeed.

“that won’t do,” you remark lightly, gliding your fingers back and forth, barely grazing her clit. her breathing stops momentarily when you open her robe completely and drop to your knees in front of her. “why are you holding back?” you don’t ask her because you actually want the answer; you ask because you know it’ll annoy her greatly.

you tease her entrance with your fingers and a shiver fires through her entire body; with her lips parted, you strain your ears a bit, but you hear through her all of her light panting, her softly saying please, please, please. she’s trying so hard to hold it together, and you commend her for her efforts by inching your fingers inside of her slowly. hancock’s façade finally shatters, and you hear her moan audibly as you plunge your fingers in and out of her pussy. you love the way she clenches around your fingers — warm and tight, soft in a way that just doesn’t make sense to you — and the way she moves her hips once your tongue playfully swirls around her clit.

you drape her long, shapely leg over your shoulder and scissor your fingers inside of her pussy; you hum against her skin, thoroughly enjoying the way her chest heaves and how she can’t seem to stop moaning your name.

if only she was always this compliant.

a heat passes through your body as her nails rake against your scalp, and if you weren’t so hellbent keeping her steady, she’d probably fall over by now. you eat her pussy with vigor, swapping your fingers for your tongue; you thrust it inside without remorse, and she quickly becomes a whimpering mess as she chants “yes, yes, yes.” you mean to tell her to keep it down, but a part of you also enjoys it when she lets go and gives into her desires. you don’t want to get caught, but the thrill of it incites you to lap at her pussy — greedy and eager, as if it’s the most savory meal you’ve ever had. her wetness drips down your chin, glistening along your lips but you don’t stop.

she watches you in a trance, unsure if she’ll ever be able to let you go after this. possessive by nature, hancock never thought she’d find herself in this sort of position, but there she is, completely under your spell. every swipe of your tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge — a dangerous dance that she does without thinking. she brings her free hand to cup and knead one of her breasts — hefty and round, moaning repeatedly, voice already straining as she shamelessly rides your face.

you love it, though and when you suck on her clit roughly, lightning wraps around her veins, time slowing down around her, causing her vision to blur. she’s so wound up, that the orgasm takes her completely by surprise — her hips buck wildly and you hold her firmly as you work your fingers back into her pussy. you pull away just to give her a haughty look — one that she catches by accident through her tear-stained lashes — voice low and husky as you continue teasing her. “you’re doing so good,” you lick her clit hard enough to have her eyes roll back, “do you trust me?”

it's not fair of you to ask her genuine questions right now, but you need to know.

hancock swallows hard, unable to think properly, but answers without hesitation: “y-yes.”

her voice is sweet, much more demure than you’re used to; your heart suddenly feels much too big for your chest, the beats growing louder and thunderous; a dangerous combination when coupled with your cowardice. but you know better than to cower away, so you muster the courage to quietly respond with, “good, i’m glad.”

you’re not sure why you ask her that, but you keep thinking about it when you have her naked on her bed with her hands bound above her. thanks to you, her normally blemish-free skin is littered with bite marks and dark red bruises — small and harmless, but you do feel a sliver of remorse when you realize she’ll have to cover herself up for a bit when she’s outside of the palace. you tell her she’s a masterpiece worthy of exhibition, and she tells you that you’re insolent for stating the obvious.

she’s so beautiful and vulnerable in this position — flushed cheeks, tears in her eyes, legs shaking as they’re spread wide for you; her pussy is swollen after you slapped it a few times when she gave you lip a few minutes ago. out of habit, hancock wants to run her mouth again when you hover over her, but her words never come out. she looks up at you, silently wondering why you keep coming back to her. the melancholy that accompanies those thoughts is heavy enough to make her want to cry, so she ignores it. she wraps her legs around you as you rock your hips against hers, cunt still dripping — eager and inviting.

fucking hancock is like being trapped in a feverish dream, one where you fall over and over, unable to predict if you’ll survive in the end. it’s an unending maelstrom — powerful and unpredictable, wild, and all-consuming. sweat pools at your temples, but you don’t slow down until you wrench another orgasm out of her. her voice grows hoarse, and she claws at your chest; you lick the tears off her cheeks and kiss her in a way that deludes her into thinking that she’s your one and only.

when you finally cum, it’s with her name on your lips. your hips stutter and your breath is uneven — for you, your pleasure comes mostly from watching her unravel underneath you. hancock never lets you stay over, but she’s surprisingly soft with you afterwards, even letting you run your fingers through her silky, ink-black hair.

the intimacy scares both of you, but you can’t stop yourself from touching her like that. and even though you’re both sticky and sweaty, skin burning in a way that doesn’t make sense, you still stay close to one another.

she opens her mouth several times, the compulsion to curse you out for driving her mad grows weaker as time passes. she watches you fall asleep and she admires your features without restraint. she refuses to tell you that you’re much more attractive than she’d like you to be; she’d rather you be hideous with a shitty personality, but that’s not the case, is it? she’s hopelessly enamored with you, and you with her.

nothing will ever be perfect between the two of you, but you don’t need perfection or superficiality — not with her; you like dealing with the true, raw version of herself. there will be a moment — not now, but in the near future — where you’ll be brave enough to finish your confession; but for now, you keep it to yourself, tucked safely away in your heart, and enjoy the way your limbs are tangled with hers.

[chaoscheebs]

It's Midnight, Cinderella, chapter 4

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Unfortunately, once again, Yugi did, in fact, stall on actually talking to someone that night. It wasn’t entirely his fault this time, he swore! His grandfather needed help at the store when he got in and it slipped his mind! He totally didn’t lose to the anxiety built up from dealing with years and years of absolute bullshit in his personal life that is the background noise of his life! He absolutely wasn’t deliberately staying away from LINE or anything! Really!

… oh, who was Yugi fooling; it certainly wasn’t himself, that was for damned sure. Tonight, he promised himself. Tonight he would pick up the phone or go on LINE or whatever and pick someone to talk to. Hanasaki, maybe? He at least didn’t have any sort of personal grudge against Kaiba that he knew of, so he could be neutral on this…

Whatever, he’ll work it out when he gets there, he thought. At least his Tuesday was going better than yesterday, or at least was quieter. No news is good news, he guessed.

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This is hell, Seto Kaiba thought. If hell actually existed, this was it.

Even through remotely accessing the computers of the company to find the guest list, he still had no luck in acquiring it. His best guess it it was probably on some secretary’s laptop that’s conveniently shut off and therefore offline and aggravatingly unavailable. So here he was, relying solely on his memory and waiting for people to reply to their damned e-mails. So many people and so many damned e-mails. Worse yet were the people he knew wouldn’t answer their e-mails over something “trivial”, so he had to call them. As if he didn’t have to deal with enough phone calls before this whole mess.

When Seto finally finds this man, he is going to have some words with him about this bullshit too.

From the couch, Mokuba tore his eyes away from his phone, looked at his brother, and sighed. Seto knew exactly what he was thinking and said, “For the tenth time, I’m absolutely certain it wasn’t just Yugi. Yugi’s far too goody-goody to do any of this.”

“I didn’t say a word,” Mokuba replied, rolling his eyes. “I was just wondering why you’re so hung up on a dude that ditched you, is all.”

“Why?” Seto hesitated, trying to piece together his thoughts. “I suppose… I suppose it was because there was a sincerity behind his words, a certain openness that doesn’t quite mesh with the sudden departure.” He picked up his currently cold cup of coffee, but didn’t drink; instead, he gazed down at its contents. “Something seems off about all of this, and I don’t like it.”

“So you have to get to the bottom of this.”

“So I have to get to the bottom of this.”

“I see… Have you considered talking to Yugi?” Mokuba asked. Before Seto could affirm once again the man was not, in fact, Yugi, Mokuba raised both his hands to stop him. “What I mean is, Yugi makes indie games on the side, right? Maybe he can help you track the guy down, or at least the guy the guy came in with.”

Setp paused, thinking for a moment. “… that’s not a bad idea. I’ll take it into consideration if my current leads turn up nothing.”

“Or you could just ask him while you’re waiting for replies; not like you have anything else to do at the moment,” Mokuba pressed.

Really, why is Mokuba so fixated on Yugi lately, Seto wondered. Maybe it was because Yugi seemed stressed out about something yesterday and he’s worried? Mokuba’s too kind for his own good sometimes, at least when it comes to Yugi. Mokuba could have worse friends than Yugi and his weird gang of nerds, though, Seto supposed.

“Just gonna ignore that, huh?”

“I’m not desperate enough to get help from Yugi just yet.”

Another loud sigh and roll of Mokuba’s eyes. “Then I’ll just text him.”

“There’s no reason to get him involved in all this just yet,” Seto said, perhaps a little more forcefully than he intended. He absolutely wasn’t thinking about how on edge Yugi seemed yesterday and was saying this to avoid adding more stress to whatever’s going on in that man’s life. Really. This decision was entirely rational and not influenced by weak emotions.

Mokuba grinned at him. “Why, are you worried about him~?”

“O-of course not!” Seto said. “Why would I care about him beyond what he can do for the company?”

“Because he’s the closest thing you have to a friend~?”

“Do I look like a man who needs friends?” Seto said, scowling.

“Desperately.”

“Well, you’re wrong,” Seto huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. He could feel the burning sensation in his cheeks and ears betraying him already, but he was telling the truth, damn it.

“Mm-hm,” said Mokuba, unimpressed. He tapped a couple things on his phone and added, “By the way, that order should reach him by tomorrow.”

A wave of the mental equivalent of keysmashing washed over Seto, forcing him to bolt up out of his chair. “How do you—”

“Shared account, remember? Something something ‘you are not buying anything unsupervised after the snake thing’ or whatever,” Mokuba said dismissively, with a wave of his hand.

“A snake is a living creature and you can’t just try to sneak one under my nose because you thought it’d be cool—”

“I’m going to be 18 soon, you won’t be able to stop me—”

“And who is going to take care of it while you’re out of the house? The maids will revolt—“

And as such, the conversation was thoroughly derailed, any thought of Yugi long gone in the wind.

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The mystery man was absolutely Yugi.

Short and thin? Check. Blond? Until at least through Friday, check; it was a charity stream goal that Yugi and Jounouchi would be blond twinsies for a while. Makes horror games? Definitely check. In a one-sided rivalry with a man who uses dragon cards? The checkmark on that could be seen from the KC space station.

And if his brother’s description wasn’t enough to make Mokuba suspicious, Yugi’s behavior yesterday clinched it. Pretty much anyone who had the same information Mokuba had could connect the dots between that description and Yugi’s anxious fit.

Unfortunately, however, his brother was not “most people”. Mokuba should be surprised Seto had such a rose-colored view of Yugi after everything, but he really, really wasn’t. That man still had troubles to this day telling apart what was Yugi and what was Yugi’s other self and it was kind of depressing to watch, to be perfectly honest. It was also painfully apparent straight-up telling Seto it was definitely Yugi was not getting through to him, either.

So, he had to play this carefully. Make a suggestion or two to his brother here, get one or more of Yugi’s friends involved there… Just slowly build up pressure on Yugi, because if Seto wasn’t going to believe his adorable, charming little brother, the only real option is to drag a confession out of Yugi. And if that doesn’t convince Seto, well… Mokuba will just figure out where to go from there, then.

His big brother doesn’t latch onto just anyone, after all. Mokuba isn’t letting this opportunity to expand Seto’s world even a little go if he can help it.

Anyway, speaking of involving Yugi’s friends, Mokuba had some texts to fire off. Best case scenario, maybe Mokuba will get to see an exciting stream tonight. Worst case, this was one of the people Yugi can’t push away or lie to, so shit will still get done, and that’s the most important thing here.

He was really, really hoping for the exciting stream thing, though.

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“Sorry, slept like shit, can’t do the stream with you tonight, I won’t be entertaining. :(”

That was how the first message Jounouchi’s had from Yugi in days went. He read it over again, frowning. He had messaged Yugi back asking if he was all right, but all he got in response was an “I’ll be OK, I just need some rest,” followed by a sticker of Dark Magician Girl cheerfully giving a thumbs up.

Jounouchi laid back on the floor, looking up at his phone as he jumped over to a different set of DMs. Man, he really should get some more furniture—it wasn’t like he didn’t have enough now stashed away to afford it—but the nagging thought of “what if you NEED that money for something important?!?” refused to go away, even when he was in a better place now. It sucked, really, but what’cha gonna do?

Anyway, furniture wasn’t important right now. It was worrying enough that Yugi went radio silent and still wasn’t exactly chatty—he always goes Clam Mode when he’s upset over something and doesn’t want to bother anyone—but then he got these other messages from Mokuba saying the guy was anxious enough that even the kid’s shithead brother noticed.

Seto-fuckin’-Kaiba. Showing concern for someone that ain’t his brother. What in the actual fuck was going on in Yugi’s life right now?

He was about ten seconds from calling off the stream tonight and going over to check on Yugi when his phone rang all of a sudden, startling him and causing him to drop the phone on his face. He recovered quickly enough, however, and scrambled to pick up the phone, revealing a familiar number on the screen. Huh, maybe this’ll get me some answers, he thought. With a flick of his thumb, he took the call. “Yo, gramps, how ya doin’?”

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Back at home, Yugi, face down on his pillow, not exactly asleep but not quite awake, with a certain mask of deep, royal blue staring down at him from the headboard of the bed, remained blissfully ignorant of the gears set into motion out of sight.

At least until tomorrow, anyway.

[indigosunsetao3]

Keeping Lines Blurry

Chapter 2 - All For Show

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers. However, this has brief non-con didn't want to risk anyone reading that with proper warning.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X Original FMC 7k words - AO3 Link

The debriefing had taken hours. They had met up with all the country's special ops teams, security that was actual security, not militant operatives, and the local law enforcement. The politicians were all whisked away to their respective safe places. Many of them moving up their flights early to get out of the country altogether or waiting for further instructions from their government. The rest of the people attending the gala who weren’t as important, but no less rich, were also all rounded up and sent to safety. There was a team going through the guest list to figure out who had made it out and who was buried under the rubble of the now half-exploded building. The death toll was steadily rising as the hours ticked by and less and less survivors were checking in.

Gaz had opted to not take credit for his role in the destruction of the building just yet when they all met to talk. He knew it would come out eventually, and he wasn’t exactly hiding it, but he wanted guidance on how exactly to give the truth. Tensions were so high between everyone and suspicious looks were being passed around everywhere the last thing he wanted to do was add a target on his, and his team’s, back. They had talked and worked until the sun was up in the sky and Price finally called an end to the meeting on their side when it turned into talking in circles.

“Laswell is going to need a full report,” Price said from the passenger seat as Gaz shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the American embassy building. They had opted to just use the American’s spot because it was closer to the scene and big enough to house everyone. “You give her everything. I know you didn’t want to tell everyone about your theatrics,” Price added as he cut his eyes over at Gaz still not happy about his outright circumvention of his orders, even if he was secretly pleased by his accomplishment.

“Of course, Sir. I know she would be mad if I left out the good stuff,” he smirked as he slipped into traffic. The streets were starting to fill up with morning commuters and Gaz could see the news vans still swarming around the perimeter of the building where everything had happened. It was right in the heart of the city so it was hard to completely block out the shell of the structure but the police were doing their best to keep everyone back.

“What’s the plan?” Alex asked from the seat behind Gaz as he rubbed his hand over his hair, yawning hugely into the tattered lapel of the suit jacket he was still wearing.

“We go back to the house and get some sleep,” Price answered, “then we wait. The undersecretary decided he and his team were staying. He wants to continue to try and build relations so I’m sure we will be stationed here as well.”

“We’re going to babysit?” Ghost asked from the very back seat that he had taken as soon as he slid open the car door, sprawling out purposely so Soap and Alex had to share the middle row. “He has security for that,” he muttered. Gaz secretly agreed, the last thing he wanted was to be around Olivia and Henry again, but he wasn’t going to push Price too hard since he knew he was on thin ice.

“In case you missed it,” Soap chimed in, “his security team was shit. My mother could have done a better job and she’s piss drunk every day by noon.” He unclipped his gun holster and sighed at the release of the constriction around his chest before settling down further into his seat. “I hope they know my rates are high.”

“My sister is going to be pissed if I miss the next England game,” Gaz muttered as he circled the roundabout. “She’s been trying to get me to go with her for a while now that England is putting up a fight. Her husband isn’t interested in the game so I’m the only person she goes with.” He drummed his fingers on the wheel waiting for the light. “How long has it been since you’ve been to a Chelsea game?” Gaz asked Price who was busy typing into his phone. He didn’t want the car to get silent, he had been avoiding his thoughts for this long he was hoping he could just get back to the room and pass out before everything caught up with him. He needed a sound sleep before he started sorting through all the shit seeing Olivia had dragged up again.

“Too long,” Price answered as he slipped the phone back into his pocket. “I don’t know why I bother with season tickets anymore. I never get to go but,” he sighed, “it’s painful to give up the seats, right on center line. Bought ‘em when they had a few piss-poor years so they were cheap.”

“I wouldn’t go either,” Alex answered, “boring game.” He smirked knowing he was about to get reamed by four men who followed the sport obsessively, Gaz and Price being the most passionate. “Rugby is at least interesting.”

“Bloody American,” Soap answered with his eyes closed, “always looking for violence.” He was smirking though as he leaned his head against the window.

“As long as you don’t say American football I won’t kick you out,” Gaz replied as they finally pulled up to the place they had been staying at. It was a flat above a long-abandoned shop on a dead-end street which meant not a lot of activity around them which was a nice bonus. The downside was it was small and cramped and the team was spread out on cots, couches, and the one small bed in the bedroom. “Home sweet home,” he muttered as he put the car into park and threw open the door.

“Hit the shower,” Price said to Gaz, giving him a once over at the dust and blood on his jacket before he unlocked the door and disappeared up the stairs to the flat. “Then everyone needs to get some rest. Who knows where they are going to send us next,” he finished as they all walked in and dumped their gear in a pile near the door.

“I’ll be quick,” Gaz said as he looked over at Alex who was almost just as dirty and dusty as he was. Alex merely waved him off as he collapsed heavily onto the couch he had claimed as his sleeping spot when they arrived a few days ago. Gaz was on a cot near Soap in what they assumed was the dining room and Ghost had taken the other couch while Price got the bed. Perks of being the Captain though Gaz had seen how lumpy it was he wasn’t sure if it was more comfortable than a cot.

The shower groaned as Gaz turned it on as hot as it could go, the pipes rattling and the water barely spitting out the shaking showerhead. He stripped off the dirty clothes and threw them into his duffle, deciding to sort through it later and toss what was too trashed to keep. The water was only lukewarm despite being turned all the way to the left and Gaz hustled to clean off, using the hotel-sized soaps that had been provided for them.

“All yours,” Gaz stated as he walked out in lounge pants and a baggy shirt a few minutes later. His used towel was draped over his shoulder and a duffle full of clothes was clasped in his left hand. Alex had his head resting on the back of the couch and he cracked open an eye at Gaz’s words, looking like he had been dozing off. “I tried to save the hot water but there wasn’t much to begin with,” he said apologetically before heading to his sleep area.

The sun was out in full force and Gaz reached up to draw down the blinds and pull the faded yellow curtains to try and block out the light. Soap was propped on his cot on the wall across from him with his sketchbook pulled out, working on one of his latest drawings as he sipped something amber out of a glass. Gaz had seen a few of the ones Soap had willingly shared but for the most part, Soap kept his drawings to himself unless they were work-related.

“It’s barely nine in the morning,” Gaz stated with an eyebrow raise at the small glass. He spotted the bottle of Scotch on the floor near the other man’s feet. There was a second glass sitting next to the bottle with an ice cube that had started melting a bit and Soap nudged it with his foot toward Gaz.

“Aye, but we’ve been up since yesterday so it’s just a nightcap,” he reasoned as he nodded his head toward the glass and bottle for Gaz to take. “I figured you could use it after the shit you dealt with today,” he continued before looking back down at his notebook. He wasn’t going to pry Gaz to talk about it if he didn’t want to but he’d open the door for him to bring it up.

“You aren’t wrong about either of those things,” Gaz answered before he sat heavily on his cot and leaned over to grab the bottle and glass. Pouring a few fingers he swirled the glass a bit before raising it and taking a sip. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath as the burn hit him and he avoided making a face before taking another longer sip. “You know what the worst part is? I recognized Henry but I couldn’t place him. He’s aged since the last time I saw him,“ Gaz started shaking his head a bit as he added more liquor back into his glass before leaning back against the wall behind his cot.

“That’s what happens when you marry someone old enough to be your father. They get older faster. Too bad he didn’t have a heart attack in the chaos,” Soap stated, his voice not hiding the disgusted tone as he kept his eyes on his notebook. It wasn’t so much the age difference that bothered him, it was the fact of what Olivia had done to Gaz and how she did it that was the problem. Henry was the guy she swore was just a family friend and Gaz would never have to worry about despite Gaz being suspicious of the man’s attentions. Then when Gaz found out that’s who Olivia left him for it made the heartbreak and anger ten times worse. “You think he remembered you?”

“No,” Gaz answered as he held the glass with both hands between his legs. “He was trying to find a picture to show me of her. He also called her Liv. If he knew it was me, he would have told me it was Olivia. Then probably would have said he didn’t want me going anywhere near her,” Gaz laughed a bit before sipping again. “I’m sure he knows now, Olivia was never good at secrets…well except for one.” He shook his head lightly against the wall. The secret she kept from him, the one that blew his whole life up and wrecked him, was the only thing she was good at keeping to herself.

“Hopefully we aren’t going to be playing babysitters and we can go home, or do something more interesting such as hunting down the fuckers that did this,” Soap finished as he tucked his pencil into the center of his notebook and shut it, wrapping the elastic band around it to keep it closed. “I don’t see why the undersecretary is trying to make friends when they just very publicly tried to murder him and all his friends.” He tossed the book on top of his duffle before moving to lie down, hitting the pillow a few times before laying back and throwing his forearm over his eyes.

“Politics,” Gaz answered before draining his glass and leaning forward to put it down on the floor. “Almost makes me glad I signed up to get shot at. At least I know who my enemies are, you never know with those assholes,” he smirked before looking at the open archway of the dining room. He could hear Price in the living area talking to Ghost who was already lying down on his couch with his sunglasses on to block the sun. He knew the captain was making the rounds to make sure they were going to rest, Gaz and Soap tended to run on coffee and nicotine if they were left to their own devices.

Following Soap’s lead he laid down on his cot, shifting a few times as it squeaked under him before sighing. The sun was too bright for him to block it out so he stuck an arm underneath the cot and dug around for his ballcap underneath before slipping it on his head. He pulled the brim down until it touched his nose to dampen the sunlight. “We’re going to bed like good little boys,” he teased when he heard footsteps enter the dining room. He knew it was Price even if he hadn’t heard him talking to Ghost before. He knew what all of his teammate's footsteps sounded like and Price’s footfalls were heavy even without boots.

“If you didn’t behave like little boys I wouldn’t have to check,” Price groused before turning heel and leaving again.

Soap laughed sleepily from his spot on the cot and Gaz merely smirked as he lay there waiting for sleep to take him. He was hoping the Scotch, which was still pleasantly warming his stomach, would speed it along before he got too wound up in his thoughts.

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The car ride to the hotel was pretty much how Olivia expected it to be. When she emerged from the woods with Kyle she went straight to Henry who looked equally relieved and angry at the same time. He had grabbed her by the upper arms when she was close enough and she had winced at the touch but he didn’t relent the grasp even if he saw her face. He had looked her over for any signs of injury before dragging her into a crushing hug which Olivia halfheartedly returned. She was shaken up by everything that had happened but the shock of seeing Kyle after all these years and how he spoke to her rattled her the most. She deserved it, all of it, but it still hurt because even in their worst moments he had never been downright cold.

“Your dress,” Henry said a bit disappointedly as he climbed in the car behind her, his fingers reaching out to pluck at the tattered material by her knees. “That was a one-of-a-kind piece,” he mused as his fingers ran over the smooth silk that had dirt stains on it.

“I know,” Olivia said a bit tiredly as she reached down to pull her equally expensive heels off her feet and gasped at the cuts all over her skin. They were bloodied and she winced as she pulled a thorn out of the side of her left foot. “I’ll call the designer and apologize. I know they were hoping for some pictures for their portfolio. I had a few pictures taken when we walked in, maybe they can use them,” she finished as she looked around the car for a napkin or something to clean her feet. One of Henry’s aides reached out with a handkerchief and Olivia took it and gingerly wiped at her cuts, biting her lip to keep from yelping.

“See that you do,” Henry stated as he let go of the dress and gave her feet a dismissive look before digging in his pocket for his phone and Bluetooth. “We’ll see if we can find someone to tend to you when we get to the hotel.” His tone was cold as he started swiping through his phone and opened an email message. “This was a complete disaster, we didn’t even get to talk to the Chinese defense minister,” Henry continued to talk to no one in particular.

“Leah is dead,” Olivia stated after a moment, feeling the anger rising in her at Henry’s complete lack of concern. “I heard them kill her. Heard the screams and her fall to the floor gasping for breath before they shot her a few more times. I had to step around her body to get out of the bathroom. I was nearly shot and blown up and I had to run through the woods in fucking heels,” she seethed, throwing the heels to the floor for emphasis. “You know, in case you were wondering what I went through in there.”

Henry’s aides busied themselves with their phones and phone calls, flinching at the tossed heels but otherwise showing no other indication they were paying attention. They were used to this by now. Used to listening to Henry and Olivia fight and snarl at one another once the cameras were off and the world wasn’t watching them. At first, Olivia tried to keep their fights behind closed doors but the life they lead made it impossible. She couldn’t hold her tongue long enough for them to be fully alone anymore and it was just a matter of time before she accidentally lost it in front of witnesses that weren’t paid to be quiet.

“I told you to wait,” Henry said simply as he cut a sideways glance at her before going back to his phone. “Leah was tiresome anyway; you didn’t even like her,” he continued. “She was only hanging around to try and get you to set her up with one of my colleagues or even them,” he pointed to the two young men sitting across from them in the car. “She was trying to climb the ladder, using you to get there.”

“What is wrong with you?” Olivia asked flatly. If this had been two years ago, she would have been shocked at his complete lack of empathy and boldness but this was nothing new anymore. The minute they were married she saw the real man he was, and he certainly wasn’t the man that lured her attention away from Kyle. “She didn’t deserve to die because of that. And yes, didn’t like her all that much but I didn’t particularly want to step over her bullet-riddled body.”

“People die every day,” Henry said before he clicked over to his text messages. He sighed as he felt Olivia staring at him with fury in her eyes and set his phone down in his lap as if he were an exasperated father. “I sent someone to get you, didn’t I? I didn’t leave you there. I am sorry about Leah’s death if that’s what you want to hear but I am not sorry that it wasn’t you. Now stop acting like a child,” he finished before tapping the Bluetooth in his ear as a call came in.

Olivia opened her mouth to scream a response but shut it as Henry started talking on the phone, his narrowed eyes daring her to say something. The fact he said he said he sent ‘someone’ meant he didn’t recognize it had been Kyle, or he was doing it to toy with her. With a huff Olivia threw herself back against the car seat and stared out the window as they drove down another back street, taking sharp corners and random u-turns. She didn’t have her phone to distract her, it had been in her purse which she lost somewhere in the bathroom in her haste to hide.

They arrived at the hotel without incident and Olivia sat sunk down in her seat for as long as possible before Henry reached in and snapped his fingers at her. Pasting on the face of the happy wife Olivia took his hand and crawled out of the back to see there were a few police officers standing guard. She held her heels in her hands and bit down on the inside of her cheek as she walked on her bare injured feet, not caring that Henry was clucking his tongue at her. He was always so worried about appearances though she figured the injured, but brave faced, wife being helped by her husband would be a better story anyway. She leaned on his arm a bit as they walked and he seemed to catch on, sliding his hand around her waist to take some of her weight as they crossed the threshold of the main doors.

“Thank you, darling,” Olivia said lightly with a small smile as they walked onto the elevator where the attendant was waiting for them. Their room was on the top floor and she leaned into Henry a bit as the rest of his aides and others from their group piled in. Knowing this was her chance to get something she wanted she added, “do you think it would be possible to get a new phone? Mine is somewhere in the building. I’ll need to call my family; I am sure they’ll hear the news before long.” Her voice was sweet and soft as she looked up at Henry and she could see the angry gleam behind his kind answer of yes, and he would also send for a doctor for her injuries.

Safely tucked inside of their suite a few minutes later Olivia dropped the act and went straight for the bathroom. Henry dropped onto the couch and grabbed his laptop, barking orders at his aides to call the front desk and obtain the requested phone. Alone in the room she stripped off the dress and avoided her own reflection as she stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away everything that had happened as she cried. The water was scalding against her skin to the point of pain but she stayed under the spray hoping it could burn the emotions away.

Seeing all the death that night had been something she had not been prepared for, bodies littering the ground, blood on the floors and walls, feeling the building rock with explosions. She was still terrified to close her eyes and see Leah’s lifeless gaze staring at the ceiling, afraid to feel everything as she fought to keep some sort of damper on her emotions. And the worst part was she felt totally and utterly alone. Henry didn’t care about her. He needed her there as the pretty wife ready to stand by his side in his climb to power. To give him pretty little children so they could show themselves as the wholesome family unit that the country loved.

Then there was the fact that she had seen Kyle which would have been overwhelming on its own. Just for a moment, she had truly seen him for who he was, something she hadn’t witnessed in years, the calm and confident man she had fallen in love with. That was before he blanched like he had seen a ghost as he saw her face appear. She was his worst fear in that situation even with everything that was going on around them, she was the villain in that moment. She had hurt him so badly all those years ago and he still seemed to carry that hatred and pain with him. Olivia gave a shuddering sigh in the water spray as she pushed the hair off her face and physically winced at how she had behaved toward Kyle in that moment when he ran over to her after they escaped the building. As he jogged to her side she had felt her heart swell at the concern in his voice and face before she shot him down with her bite, again.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door and Olivia quickly turned off the water before calling out she’d be there in a minute. Pulling a large white robe around herself she stepped out of the steamy bathroom to find the doctor Henry had sent for her waiting with his bag. Henry had set up shop with his team in the living room and he looked at her holding up the phone that had arrived for her. She quickly walked over and snatched it up with a bland smile and soft thanks. She then led the doctor to the bedroom and shut the door behind them for some privacy.

She powered on the phone as the doctor worked in relative silence, the language barrier preventing much conversation. It took a bit to log in and set up her phone with all her old information and she sighed thinking about all the things she’d need to download and sign into again. Then there was the fact security would take it and have to lock everything down and monitor what she did. Even if she wasn’t privy to classified information, they still treated her technology like she was. As she downloaded one of her many social media apps an idea struck her, enough that it sent a jolt of excitement but apprehension in her stomach. Her fingers inched toward the search bar and she let her thumbs hover over the letters she suddenly wanted to type in. It was something she hadn’t done in a very long time, given the fact she had blocked Kyle on everything of hers and she knew he and his family had blocked her. But this was her chance now that she was logged out, she could try stalking anonymously and before all movements were tracked by IT and it was reported back to Henry.

“Thank you,” Olivia said absentmindedly as the doctor rose from their kneeling position on the floor after wrapping up her feet. She had barely felt the sting as her brain formulated all her plans and what she wanted to try and look at before the opportunity was taken away. She told herself just this once, she would look one time and see how he was before closing it all down again and putting Kyle back into the small box in her mind where she kept their memories safe. “My husband will,” she started to try and explain but the man just shook his head and backed out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Alone Olivia pulled up a few apps and began her searching. She found Kyle’s account first and started just scrolling through his pictures. There weren’t too many, nothing compared to the amount of pictures on hers, but it was enough to get a hint of how his life had been since they parted. He was still obviously in the military, traveling overseas often based on the landscape pictures he had uploaded here and there. There were also pictures of him with a woman, their backs to the cameras or her face obscured in some way in all of their shots to keep her identity safe. Olivia felt the wave of jealousy hit her at one picture of them laughing mid-kiss as Kyle attempted to cover her eyes with his hat that she had stolen. They were both so happy. That had been him and her once before she ruined it and screwed both of their lives up. She lingered for a while on the picture before finally continuing. A few months later the woman was no longer in his feed and his posts became fewer and fewer until the last one that was over four months ago of a crystal-clear lake.

Sighing Olivia switched over to try and find his sister’s account and when she did, she found more pictures of Kyle. Of him relaxing on her back patio with a beer, helping with a Christmas dinner, playing with his nephew and even one of him passed out on her couch with a drink still in hand. The ache in Olivia’s chest was enough that she felt like she was going to be sick as she thumbed over Kyle’s smiling face at some sort of event where he was dancing with his sister. He always loved to dance, dragging her out onto the floor and spinning her like a professional even if she had two left feet. She was about to try and find his parents, if they even bothered with social media when the bedroom door knob clicked. Quickly, Olivia shut the social media apps and glanced at the clock. How had two hours already passed?

“Still awake?” Henry asked as he padded into the dark room in just his boxers. He had his phone in his hand still as he typed away, his eyes glancing momentarily at Olivia who was lying there watching him. “I figured you would have fallen asleep by now, you’ve been so quiet in here,” he looked over at the TV which was dark before the phone in her hands.

“I was reading,” Olivia lied quickly as she flipped her phone around to show the reading app she had opened hastily when he opened the door. “Lost track of time,” she shrugged a little before moving to set her phone on the nightstand and rose from the bed. Her feet stung as they hit the floor and she stumbled for a second before gaining her footing. She needed her pajamas, she was still only in her robe and she certainly wasn’t going to bed in that.

“Where are you going?” Henry asked lightly as he walked around the bed to her and reached out for the ties on the front of her robe. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” he smirked as he undid the loose knot and let the ties fall. “I know I’ve been busy, but I’ve made time for you and me tonight.”

“Not tonight, Henry,” Olivia said as she quickly grabbed the folds of her robes and held them closed against her body. “I’m tired, it’s been a long night and I’m sure you’ve got some sort of meeting first thing in the morning,” she stated but Henry grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from the front folds so the robe fell open. “Please don’t,” she tried as he pushed at the material on her shoulders so it fell to her elbows. She knew fighting him on this was a losing battle when he had his mind set and it was just easier to give in.

“Tired? You seem pretty awake to me,” he mused as he tugged at the material to get it off her arms so it fell in a puddle on the floor. “Busy on your phone but the minute your husband comes to bed you are suddenly tired,” he tsked as he reached a hand under her chin and roughly tilted her head to look up at him. “Get back into bed like a good little girl,” he ordered, nodding his head toward the mattress. “You don’t even have to look at me,” he was smirking now, a cold quirk of his lips that Olivia knew meant nothing but pain for her.

“You can pretend I’m Kyle. I’ll even let you pull up a picture on your phone like you’ve been doing all night.” He laughed at the look of shock on Olivia’s face at those words. “You think I didn’t recognize him? That I didn’t know what you’ve been up to? My job is to know everyone and everything,” he shoved her face away hard to push her toward the bed. She stumbled and caught herself with her hip on the nightstand and he advanced on her. “I knew who he was the second he volunteered to find you. I only wish I could have been there to see the reunion,” he laughed before gesturing toward the bed again giving Olivia a chance to choose to get in herself before he forced her. “Your phone has already been set up by security, I’ve been watching you swipe around all night from my laptop. Looks like he’s happy like you wanted.”

“Fuck you,” Olivia gasped before Henry grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her roughly down on the bed. She twisted and fought against the restraint, her hands gripping at the sheets as she pushed back against him but it was no use. He was bigger and stronger but she still squirmed and kicked at him in a valiant effort. “You fucking bastard,” she continued as he claimed her painfully, her head pressed hard into the bed to the point she was suffocating in the mattress. The fight just seemed to increase his interest so she gave up, letting him use her to get himself off before he climbed off of her and fell into the bed a few minutes later. She wouldn’t let him see her cry as she wiped her face on the sheets before getting into bed next to him and curling up in a ball, her back to him.

“Maybe this time it’ll actually take so you can do your one damn job,” Henry muttered in the dark as he grabbed his phone, the light reflecting on the ceiling. “We’re well past the time of having children, people are asking questions,” he mused as if they were having a normal conversation and he didn’t just force her into sex against her will. “Are you tracking your cycle like the doctor told you?” He asked as he tapped away.

“Yes,” Olivia answered curtly as she stared at the lamp on the nightstand. “And the pills,” she tacked on not wanting him to ask and hear his voice again. She had always wanted children but not with her monster of a husband. It would be another thing that trapped her and something he could hold above her head. She did everything she could to avoid having sex with Henry these days, faking headaches, and her period, not going on trips with him, and destroying her fertility meds when she felt safe to do so. So far she had been lucky and hadn’t fallen pregnant but Olivia had a feeling her luck was going to run out soon.

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“Kyle,” the voice was coming from far away and Gaz muttered a response. They called to him again and he shifted on the cot, his eyes too heavy to open them. It had taken him so long to fall asleep and he felt like he had barely been out that long. He was exhausted and the alcohol was keeping his senses dulled to the fact the voice seemed pressing.

“I’m not snoring,” Gaz muttered in a retort, his half-asleep brain thinking that Soap was yelling at him to shut up. He had always snored, his whole life he would shake the bed with them and his mother had sent him to countless doctors to make sure it wasn’t some deeper issue. “Piss off,” he added as Soap scoffed somewhere to his right.

“Get your ass up,” came another voice that was much louder as they slapped his feet off the cot causing his body to swing slightly.

Gaz instantly shot up at that. It was Price who was getting him up and he sounded pissed and the tone was urgent. Gaz scrambled to sit up and pulled his hat off his face, instantly turning it around backward on his head as he blinked to get himself oriented with what was happening. Soap was sitting up on his cot across from him, feet on the floor bent over trying to do the same thing it seemed. Though he was a few steps ahead and already had his feet in his shoes.

“Sorry sir,” Gaz stated quickly as he caught Price’s face. He was pissed but he wasn’t pissed at them, Gaz knew the man’s facial expressions after this long. “What happened?” He asked reaching toward his pistol out of instinct as Soap rose from his seated position not bothering to tie up his bootlaces yet.

“Another attack,” Price said simply before turning around toward the living area where Alex was typing furiously on a laptop, Ghost standing over his shoulder watching. “Right under their fucking noses,” he added before grabbing a remote to turn on the television.

For an instant Gaz’s mind went right to Olivia, worried that she was part of the attack. It was ridiculous, he hadn’t worried or cared about her in years but after seeing her she was in the forefront of his mind. He had even had a dream about her in the little bit of sleep he had gotten which pissed him off even more. When Price flipped to the news Gaz crossed his arms over his chest standing shoulder to shoulder with Soap as they watched. It was all in Russian but Gaz was able to piece together what had happened when the undersecretary’s name and face came across the screen.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Soap muttered as he shifted a bit on his feet, his arms tightening in their crossed position. “How? Their place was the most secure one around. Ghost swept it and checked their security,” he stated, though he cowed a bit at the glare Ghost threw at him. He had taken Soap’s words as if he were accusing him of not being able to do his job.

“We don’t know yet, Alex is going over the security footage now,” Price answered as the police on the television wheeled out a gurney with a body bag on it. “It was quiet but a blood bath nonetheless,” he explained. “Someone ordered room service and when the hotel staff brought it up they noticed there was no security stationed outside and the door was unlocked. They went in and found everyone inside dead. Undersecretary, his wife, and their children. All the staffers,” Price spat out with a shake of his head.

“How did they pull it off so quietly? And who is they?” Gaz inquired before Alex chimed in he was in the feed. It was currently live but he started pulling the camera timeline backward until he got to the part where a group of men slaughtered the two security men outside of the undersecretary’s suite in less than thirty seconds. “Fuckin’ hell,” Gaz muttered as Alex switched the feed inside the room and watched the bloodbath ensue. They were efficient, lethal, and obviously trained for something like this as they wiped out multiple lives without any sort of hesitation.

“Still working out the they part,” Alex stated as Price stepped away to take a call. “They wore all black, covered their faces, and from what I could see they walked in the back door of the hotel. I’m going to need more street camera feeds to try and see if I can trace their movement backward and find where they came from or other identifying features.”

“We can all start combing,” Gaz said as took a seat at the table dragged an iPad toward himself, and typed in the password. “I’ll look into the hotel if you want to start on the street. They knew the room too well so they’ve been staking it out probably for days, maybe we’ll find something there,” he offered before Alex nodded.

Soap and Ghost took up seats at the table as well and they all got down to work, hunched over their seats trying to figure out where these people had come from. Gaz was looking for patterns, for familiar faces that kept appearing over days, workers behaving oddly, or even seemingly benign interactions between people. The news stayed on in the background while they all worked and after almost three hours Ghost said he had something. He found where an unmarked van had been coming and going for almost a month with laundry deliveries and it matched the make and model of the same one Gaz had blown up at the venue.

“Send it to Laswell,” Price said as he came back in from yet another phone call. “Mark everything you’ve got. Time stamps, any patterns, ideas,” he continued as he took a seat on the couch and tightened his boot laces up. “We’ve been asked to go to the American embassy again. We’re tentatively sharing intel and working on our next steps. It wasn’t just the British targeted, the CIA intercepted what they think was an attempt on the American ambassador last night. The operatives got away before they could be apprehended,” and he looked pointedly at Alex.

“I’ll call my contacts, see if they can give me anything,” Alex answered quickly. Having come from the CIA he had that tie with old colleagues and bosses. “I’m willing to bet they’re going to try and keep this quiet. Attack on the British succeeded and Americans failed. Who knows if anything happened with Chinese, French, German, and Russian officials. This could be war-level shit,” Alex mused aloud everything they were all thinking.

“What about the rest of the Brits that are still here?” Soap asked, not daring to glance in Gaz’s direction because that meant Olivia and her husband. “We can’t trust their security right now and we’re their best shot.”

“We are,” Price agreed with a nod. “Which is why we are going to get and evacuate them first. They’ve been ordered not to leave their rooms or open the door for anyone but me. We leave in ten.” He looked pointedly at Gaz for a moment and gave him a small nod, the only small reassurance he would offer.

Gaz didn’t portray anything he was feeling on his face as he turned around and went back to his cot to suit up. He wasn’t going in a suit and tie today, but instead, he’d be in his tactical vest and armed to the teeth. He had a job to get done and while he was not looking forward to seeing Olivia and her husband so soon, or ever again, he would have to push those feelings down and deal with them later. His fingers itched toward the pack of smokes he had tucked in his pants pocket but he didn’t reach for them yet. He had a feeling he was going to need a whole pack later and maybe more of Soap’s Scotch.

[sabraeal]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

As I said on my first fic rec post, I have written very many fics and I love almost all of them, so I can't pick FAVORITES so much as CATEGORIES, and this category is going to be "Fics Joanna Made Me Write Outside My Comfort Zone Because It's Good For Me Or Something"

Whenever I view the moon on the battlefield This was the FIRST fic I wrote outside of ANS fandom, and if that was not already out of my usual groove enough, it's also from the POV of one of the minor characters in Hakuouki, Shimada Kai. The concept was originally conceived while I was streaming a playthrough for the obiyuki discord-- Yamazaki (our best boy) and Shimada are both spies and spend quite a bit of time off screen, so we kept running into scenes and being like "how AWKWARD is it for those two to be watching this right now?" And so when it finally came time for me to throw my hat into the yamachi ring...Joanna asked for THIS to be the fic. You know. Instead of one where Yamazaki and Chizuru actually kiss or whatever. Sigh.

The Most Perverse Creature in the World Listen. I know there are people out there who LOVE xReader fics. I'm happy for you, truly. I am not one of them. But after answering the fandom fuck/marry/kill game (otherwise known as only one bed/slow burn/enemies to lovers) with small littler blurbs about the kind of story I would write for the older gentlemen in ANS (Shidan, Lata & Haruka), SOME PEOPLE got very invested in Haruka's little enemies-to-lovers blurb. Some people made puppy eyes. Some people made puppy eyes and then got very sick after, and I AM A GOOD FRIEND and wrote ONE CHAPTER and have never known a day of peace since. Six years later it's up to thirteen chapters, has a very complicated plot involving the politics of taxing oral sex, and I've learned how to effectively write in 2nd person.

don't speak boyshit I cannot properly explain how absolutely in our heads the Maria/Kamitani pairing is, but like. It's good okay?? Joanna did not so much force me to write this one so much as like...emphatically encourage its existence, to the point where I have a very complicated outline and she routinely reminds me I'll finish it when i'm like. 50. But this is certainly the gateway fic to the OTHER fics for this pairing she DOES want to twist my arm over, SO ON THE LIST IT GOES. I am one of TWO authors in this ship tag, and also one of TWO fics...and yet this is one of my most popular non-ANS fics 🤣

If the Mind Is Willing This is a fic Joanna will HAPPILY admit to being the main driver for, since, as she puts it, "there is no one else who could possibly ever write this fic." Taking TWO very niche concepts (LARP and a SURPRISE FOR LATER) and a very niche pairing (yamachi) would perhaps not have been MY first choice...but Joanna asked for the first chapter as a birthday gift a few years back and here I am, learning a whole new tabletop system and really giving my FBI agent something to talk about at the watercooler.

He Who Studies Evil Of all the niche fics Joanna has convinced me to put to paper (or at least, word document), this is probably takes the top spot. A prequel to my obiyuki Star Trek AU, this covers events about 10 years previous, with Haruka taking over DS9 and immediately being thrown into a political nightmare when he is informed that the Cardassians are in possession of a missing human child. This took...an INORDINATE amount of time to research and write-- I hadn't seen DS9 since I was in high school, and I watched through nearly half a season just to get the timeline right-- but I still REALLY love how it came out. Which is good, because it is definitely one of my least read fics 🤣

[chemdisaster]

9, 12, 18, 22 for the violent game ask please

hi, thanks for the ask!!

9. worst part of canon

okay, so, when it comes to mcyt (and my fandoms in particular) this is a bit of a difficult one as there's not much of a canon in the first place. also mechanics-wise i just kind of love everything? but if pressed, i'd say - and this isn't really a "canon" thing i suppose - but some of the things my cc mains joke about make me uncomfortable sometimes. not terribly, but i get reminded of my intrusive thoughts immediately and that's kind of annoying.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

gonna go with 1776 for this one as all the characters get a lot of love in all my other fandoms - i kind of like rutledge. i'm not even sure if he's unpopular, i don't know if there is an unpopular character considering how dead the fandom is, but i've seen people dislike him for fairly obvious reasons - and i actually like him. part of it is that, like literally everyone but john adams (i love him but man's obnoxious and disliked for a reason), he's shown to be capable of being civil to people with differing views. also he's not a hypocrite and points out hypocrisy in others, unlike so many people in my life. just in general, something about his character and the way he talks about his Deep South™ draws me in.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

empires 2 joel angst. i went through the entire joel tag and was left only minimally satisfied. like come on. guy who pretends to be so cool and confident yet has a very obvious low self-esteem? that is my absolute jam. i need to put him in situations i need to show what it takes to make him give up his high and mighty act i need to see him crying and pathetic please

22. your favourite part of canon that everyone else ignores

c!joel having issues with his body. he literally said in double life "i'm self-conscious about my minecraft body" and he goes on and on about how tall and muscly and handsome he is. yet i can't remember a single fic that delves into that. sigh. guess i'm gonna have to write it myself.

ask game (pspsps guys please i wanna make people mad /j)

[internerdionality]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Okay so @thetardigrape tagged in this game and as usual I can deny my beloved mutuals nothing (NOTHING, I say), so I'm doing it but I'm limiting it to WIPs I have actually opened in the last six months and NOT everything in my writing folder, because otherwise that would be *ridiculous*

OFMD Season 2 WIPs

Well and Truly Docked sequel

Learning at the Foot of the Greats sequel

Triptych in the Times Between

Fuck It Through As a Crew

Sprizzy untitled snippets

Captured by Ricky

More Stizzy Porn

Ed Bottle Angst

Izzy Death Rewrite

OFMD Season 1 WIPs

What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor

Dining is Pageantry

Unmoored

Burning Like Embers, Falling Tender

Paid with Sighs a Plenty

Cut to the Bone

T4T4T GentleScribEd Modern AU

Hell in a Handbasket (for Two)

Go to the Market and Buy Some Apples

Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of

Good Omens WIPs

AziCrow 1827

When the Day Blows Gently

Fuck or Die Friday

SuperBat WIPs

To Err is Human, To Purr is Batman

Praying on the Height

Couplet

Bad Girls

Phases

There's No Reason Why You Should Remember Me

Other Fandom WIPs

Do the Hokey-Pokey and Turn Yourself Around

House/Amber/Wilson

Yes, I have actually opened and worked on all of these since the beginning of June. Yes, I realize how that makes me crazy.

Tagging @gement, @sunless-garden, @jupitermelichios, @glass-o-lemonade, and @shoegazy-pie. That's one person per category, that counts, right?

(You're right, Tardi, that only took me fifteen minutes once I limited it down, lol)

Happy to answer questions or post snippets from any of these!

[bytedykes]

wip game!

tagged by @princess-of-purple-prose <33 ty for tagging me! :D

Rules: in a new post w/ rules attached, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post.

my five most recently edited docs are:

5 times vash needed some SUN

fabiniku…………… dies

edgeworth and his phoenix obsession acting insane

mfw my boyfriend ive been dating for 6 months thought we were just boy best friends (he is dumb and i love him)

edgeworth has to plan for phoenix not to swallow the proposal ring

i like to name my docs with at least a vague summary/idea of what im actually writing so i dont get confused looking thru my files so ummm. yeag. #2 is the only one that isn't actually a real fic idea and just a doc for fabiniku related snippets lol

would absolutely LOVE to share something from #1 because the fic is hilarious to me but unfortunately i only have a few lines written. so from #5 which is a proposal crackfic and exactly what is says on the tin:

On the third sheet, he forgoes proposal planning and dedicates a few lines to comparing the visual appeal of Miles Wright-Edgeworth and Miles Edgeworth-Wright. Then he remembers that they had already decided they wouldn’t hyphenate, seeing as they work in the same field and it would most likely become confusing or inconvenient or both, and crumples the paper with a sigh.

He misses the wastebasket again. 

I am a failure and Phoenix Wright is never going to marry me, briefly runs through his head, before he remembers that Phoenix is also a massive loser and they complete each other. Perfect. I am a failure and Phoenix Wright is obsessed with me and he will say yes and we will get married, he thinks. After so many years, this therapy shit is easy.

tagging @bi-demon-ium and @kar-krashew and idk who else to tag so if anyone wants to do this u can say i tagged u :) <3 once again TY FOR TAGGING ME !!! this was fun