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[beloveds-embrace]

Please accept this brain worm for the fae!au. You brilliant queen you! What if one of the fae courtiers decided to begin giving gifts to their queen? Maybe it's jewelry, maybe it's exotic mounts for far away. Invitations to private garden parties or evening rides by the beach. I WANT THOSE BOYS JEALOUS!

I love jealous men ough 😩😩 || masterlist

It began subtly, at first.

A bracelet, left on your writing desk, its chain woven from moon-silver and set with a single, gleaming gemstone that pulsed like a captured star. There was a simple note; for the loveliest of queens, and no indication of its sender, but when you had worn it the next evening, a ripple of murmurs spread through the court like wildfire, for it did not bear the insignia of royalty nor of your husbands, and thus it could not be from them.

John’s gaze had flicked to your wrist, his expression dark. Johnny had stared for a long moment before forcing a bright grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Kyle merely hummed as he sipped his wine, though you did not miss the way his fingers tapped idly against the table’s surface. Simon said nothing- but later that night, you had felt his gaze lingering on the bracelet, his fingers curling slightly as if resisting the urge to remove it himself.

Then came the invitations.

A Lord, a high-ranking noble known for his wealth and charm, was the first to act openly. An invitation to his private garden soiree arrived, wrapped in deep indigo silk and sealed with golden wax. The Queen Mother, who had joined you for an afternoon tea, had raised a brow when you presented it to her, but she did not object.

“Go,” she had murmured, lips curling in faint amusement. “Let them see what you inspire. Do not disappoint me."

And so you had gone. The garden had been a marvel- twisting vines that shimmered under the moonlight, flowers that sang when touched, fountains bubbling with water that reflected glimpses of possible futures and the twinkling stars themselves. The Lord had guided you through it all with easy conversation, his eyes sharp, assessing, and it was not that hard for you to assume who had gifted you that bracelet from before.

Your husbands had not been pleased.

Johnny had arrived at your chambers that night, leaning against the doorway with arms crossed, warmth tempered by something cooler, something sharper. “Nice party?” he asked, voice light- too light. Claws dug into his clothes, almost ripping the fabrics.

You had only smiled, inclining your head; even now, you did not understand them. It felt like they could not stand you with others, yet did nothing to truly push them away. Did nothing to truly have you as theirs wife. “It was pleasant.”

He had frowned at that, grumbling. “Aye, I’m sure it was.”

Kyle was less subtle. Days later, when a noblewoman presented you with an obsidian-winged mare from the distant eastern courts- a beast rare and revered- he had appeared at the stables before you even had the chance to take your first ride.

“You think you’ll be safe, riding something like that?” he had asked, watching the creature with wary eyes.

You had smoothed a hand down the mare’s neck, feeling the power coiled beneath her gleaming hide. “... Would you like to accompany me?”

Something in Kyle’s jaw had tightened.

“I think,” he said, stepping closer, voice a low rumble, eyes dark as a storm. “that it’s a dangerous thing when courtiers start getting ideas.”

Still, the gifts kept coming. More jewelry, rare perfumes that smelled of starlit forests and distant seas, invitations for private evening rides along the beach under the silver glow of the twin moons. You accepted them all with the grace expected of a queen, but you did not miss the way John’s fingers tightened around his goblet during court dinners, nor the way Johnny’s laughter came a beat too late when you spoke of these offerings.

Simon was perhaps the most unnerving, in your opinion. He said nothing when you donned the sapphire choker gifted by a particularly bold noble, but you could feel the tension radiating from him as he stood behind you at court, the ever-present shadow at your back. One night, as you prepared for bed, you had caught the faintest touch against your throat- the whisper of his fingers against the gemstone before he withdrew, his eyes unreadable as he turned and left without a word. Too late did you realize that the choker was no longer around your neck.

John, however, was the one who finally snapped.

The court had been gathered for an evening of music and storytelling when the first Lord- whose gifts, unbeknownst to you, were no longer reaching you though they kept coming- approached, offering his arm as he invited you for a dance. You had hesitated- briefly- but before you could answer, a presence loomed behind you, warm and unwavering.

“My queen,” John murmured, his voice smooth yet sharp, his hand settling on your waist. “If you wish to dance, it should be with your husband.”

His hand extended toward you, palm open, waiting. The Lord had smiled- polite, knowing, unhappy- and stepped back with a murmured farewell.

As you placed your hand in John’s, the court watched. And your husbands?

Well.

They would make sure the rest of the court remembered exactly who you belonged to.

(Come tomorrow, you'd return to your room and realize all the gifts have been tucked away in black boxes set aside, and all of it replaced with gifts from your husbands).

[little-diable]

Safety - Tommy Shelby (smut)

I'm down with a heavy cold, but this came to me in the middle of the night, so I had to write it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader leaves her convent, ending her path as a nun to find safety in Tommy Shelby's closeness

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, loss of virginity, religious connotations, leaving a convent, doubting faith, friends to lovers

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (3k words)

Her heels met the ground, hurrying along while she looked back every now and then. Her dark coat managed to hide most of her body as she tried to blend in, avoiding the streets where life was still passing by so late at night. Exhaustion clung to her bones, but she couldn’t stop, couldn’t rest until she would find her way to him. 

She felt naked with her hair no longer covered, without a cross dangling from her neck. Even though she knew she had made the right decision, it still didn’t feel like it. Something seemed to hold her back, perhaps it was God’s disappointment in her, perhaps it was the years she had lost to the convent she was now mourning. Whatever it was, (y/n) knew that she had left a part of herself behind and she wouldn’t ever get it back again. 

Raindrops began to fall from the sky, one by one as if the angels were crying over her betrayal, a broken promise she had once clung to as if it was an artery supplying her heart with blood. She could see The Garrison from afar, luring her closer while the downpour only grew stronger. 

With trembling movements she stumbled into the pub, shuddering as her eyes locked with the pair of blue ones she had been searching for. For a second nobody moved, he looked at her, just like the other men always surrounding him, and she didn’t dare break the silence just yet. A cigarette was hanging between his lips, engulfing him in a thick cloud of smoke that appeared to be one last warning, a chance to turn around and go back to the place she had run from. 

“Sister (y/n).” His raspy voice made her tense, straightening her spine. Tommy’s eyes wandered over her frame, seemingly wondering why she wasn’t wearing her habit. 

“Just (y/n).” Her reply was mumbled, too quiet for anybody to pick up on it.

“What was that?” Tommy leaned back in his chair, almost challenging her. He had known her for years, had watched her grow into the woman she was now, a woman who had always looked at him with something unfamiliar, a longing for freedom he seemed to taste on his tongue but she couldn’t even dare to dream of.

“It’s just (y/n) now.” The words drew a hum from him. And then they were wrapped in silence again until Arthur cleared his throat and rose to his feet.

“How about a drink, aye?” The tall man pushed past her while he offered her a small smile. She didn’t dare reply, didn’t even move while some more rain drops rolled down her cheeks, dripping from her wet strands of hair. 

“Take a seat, (y/n).” Tommy guided her closer while he pointed towards the empty chair Arthur had sat on, right next to him. With slow movements she made her way towards him, avoiding eye contact as if she knew that she’d fall apart the second her eyes found his again. Her body couldn’t get rid of the tension clinging to her, not as she shuffled out of her wet coat to expose the simple blue dress she had received as a birthday gift years ago, not as she took the glass from Arthur with a grateful smile.

“Did you run or did they throw you out?” Arthur’s strong voice rang in her ears, but she didn’t reply. All (y/n) did was drown the drink in one go, welcoming the burn it made her feel, seemingly managing to wake her from her tense state.

“I knew I had to leave, I just didn’t know where else to go.” For the first time since she had found her way closer, (y/n) allowed herself to look at Tommy. Something had always connected the two, something she hadn’t dared to dwell on as she knew it was wrong and speaking against everything she had once promised to cherish.

“You’re safe here.” Tommy’s voice wrapped itself around her, guiding her closer. “I promised you years ago that you can always come here whenever you need it. Nothing has changed about that.”

“Thank you.” Before she could stop herself, she reached out to pat his hand, trying to ignore the tingles shooting up her body as their hands met. She wanted to pull away, not used to feeling a sensation this strong, but something held her close, something that made her relax in the chair, finally. 

“So, what happened? What made you run, eh?” Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip, eyes wide as she thought back to the past few days. 

“It’s your fault really.” Her eyes met Tommy’s again as she whispered the words before clearing her throat. “I guess it all became too much, the lies, the betrayal. I no longer felt safe, especially when I couldn’t do anything for those my sisters seemed to punish for only existing.” 

“I’m not sorry for helping you wake from this feverish dream you were stuck in.”

…

Her eyes couldn’t stop wandering, taking in her surroundings. Minutes ago they had arrived at his house, he had guided her inside with a hand placed on her lower back as if he was scared that she was close to passing out. Exhaustion clung to her still, but she no longer felt unsafe, no longer felt eyes watching her from afar. 

“Come, you can take my room for the night.” He looked at her with something unreadable swimming in his pupils, waiting for her to follow him through the house. No further words were spoken between them as she stepped into his bedroom, hands crossed in front of her body to stop them from shaking. 

“Thank you, Tommy. I know you don’t have to do this.” He only nodded his head at her before grasping a shirt of his, wordlessly reaching it out for her to take. She pressed the shirt against her chest as if it could protect her from any pain to come. 

“I will get you some tea while you change.” Her body followed the command, undoing the buttons of her dress to let it fall to the ground. For a moment she wondered about taking off her undergarments, slowly shuffling out of them while knowing she wouldn’t be able to catch any sleep with them on. The fabric of his shirt reached her knees, hiding anything his wandering eyes could find in the dimly alight room. The shirt smelled of him, a faint mixture of cigarettes and tea and a hit of something she could only describe as danger. 

Her body still moved without listening to her mind’s command, but just as she was about to sink to her knees for her evening prayer she froze. Would God still listen to her now that she had left the convent? Just the thought made fear rise in her system, close to breaking out in sobs. 

The sound of Tommy nearing ripped her out of her panic, wide eyes finding his confused ones. Slowly, he placed the cup of tea down while seemingly waiting for her to speak up.

“I, uhm,” she fumbled with her fingers. “I don’t know if I am still allowed to pray.”

“Why shouldn’t you be?” (Y/n) had to avert her gaze while blinking away her tears. She sat down on the bed, covering her legs with the blanket before sinking into the covers. 

“Because I’m no longer a nun. I left, selfishly. Why should God still answer my prayers?” Tommy deeply exhaled before moving closer. Carefully he sat down next to her, while she couldn’t help but pick up on the intimacy this situation offered. She had never been this close to a man, Tommy Shelby had always been the only one she had dared to even think of, ever since meeting him all those years ago. And yet she couldn’t help but feel comfortable with him this close, with his shoulder and outer thigh pressed against hers.

“Well, if God no longer answers your prayers because you left a corrupt and unsafe home, then I wouldn’t call him God no more. He is supposed to love and cherish you, especially in times like these.” (Y/n) watched him alight a cigarette, eyes fluttering close as he inhaled. Her fingertips tingled, wanting to reach out to touch him, but she didn’t dare cross that invisible line, not knowing what she was doing. 

“Why are you helping me?” The question was whispered, and yet it filled the bedroom as if a shot had gone off, a sound so loud and strong, she feared the walls would collapse any moment now. Tommy took another drag before the smoke engulfed them once more, picking up every whispered secret.

“I always knew you’d end up here one day. I could see it in your eyes. You never fit in with them, and I was waiting for you to realise it.” The words made an unfamiliar heaviness settle in her bones. Had she really been this oblivious for so long? Had she really fallen for all these lies without thinking twice about them until this very week? “You should get some sleep, (y/n).”

“Can you stay?” The question left her before she could stop the words from leaving her. He froze for a second before he put out the cigarette, piercing eyes wandering over her uncertain features. 

“Have you ever shared a bed with a man, (y/n)?” She could only shake her head, trying to ignore the wave of shame and embarrassment threatening to drown her. Her eyes didn’t leave his frame as he began to undress, offering pieces of the body she had never seen before but could only hope to remember until her life would end. But the second he began to undo his trousers, she had to look away, knowing that she’d burn up from heat otherwise. 

Tommy laid down next to her, with one arm behind his back and his eyes still lingering on her features. She began to shuffle around, unable to bite down her yelp as his warm arm found its way around her waist to pull her into his chest. Tension clung to her for a second before (y/n) slowly began to relax. Deep breaths left her as she calmed herself, fully wrapped up in his comforting scent. 

Warm fingers danced up and down her side, making goosebumps rise on her skin. The shirt of his did little to hide the way she reacted to his touch, but (y/n) was too distracted by him to focus on anything but his closeness.

“There was always something about you, eh? You were always a curious thing, and yet you never spoke up.” She raised her head to look up at Tommy, urged on by the challenging undertone of his words. Without knowing what she was doing, her hand began to wander up his front, until she reached his chin. Carefully, (y/n)’s fingers traced his lips, wondering how it must feel to be kissed by him. 

She had only been kissed once before, by a boy in her childhood years she had once been good friends with. There had been nothing sweet about it, it had only been a press and touch of clumsy lips for a second or two before she had run from him. But now her curiosity spurred her on, desperate for any kind of distraction he’d be able to offer. 

Tommy seemed to pick up on her thoughts all too easily, a hand found the back of her neck to pull her closer. Their lips met softly at first, allowing her to get used to this new sensation. He tasted of whiskey and the cigarette he had just smoked, a taste so addicting she couldn’t help but press even closer. Without breaking the kiss, she pushed herself up his body, straddling his waist to reach his lips without having to stretch her neck.

“Careful there, darling. You know I won’t hold back, I take what I want. Your first time should be sweet, slow, I won’t be able to give you that.” Something close to pain dripped from his words. Tommy’s big hand cupped her cheek, making her feel his warmth, but no matter how many warnings he seemed to speak, (y/n) couldn’t and wouldn’t part from him. 

“I don’t want sweet, Tommy. I just want you. Show me what I’ve been missing out on for all these years.” The words made him groan against her lips, he kissed her again with more pressure this time. Experienced hands tugged the shirt over her head to expose her completely naked body.

Perhaps she was too inexperienced to feel ashamed while being completely bare in front of him, but perhaps it was simply the way he looked at her, taking in every inch of her naked body as if she was a holy appearance, something so divine, Tommy was sure he didn’t deserve seeing it.

Slowly his hands moved up her sides to touch her breasts, letting his thumbs stroke over her hardening nipples. The new sensation made her gasp, back arched further against his touch while she was greedy for more, “You’re so responsive, eh? I knew there was more to you than that habit and cross you seemed to hide behind.” 

While holding eye contact his hands moved down her sides again, finding her naked heat. He brushed his thumb over her bundle of nerves, the touch shot sparks down her spine the second her eyes fluttered close. She had never touched herself, guided by talks of sinning and the fear of disappointing the One, but now (y/n) couldn’t help but curse her naive self for falling for these stories.

Being touched by Tommy felt like being reborn, something so new and sweet, she never wanted the moment to pass by. (Y/n) rolled her hips, pushing herself further into his touch before he decided to flip them around. Her naked back met the spot he had rested on, warm from his heat, letting the mattress mold to her form.

“Keep your eyes on me, darling. Watch me touch you for the first time.” (Y/n) struggled to hold her eyes open, but she didn’t want to protest, didn’t want to speak up while he brushed his fingers through her slit. Tommy stilled for a second, pondering over his choices, before he slowly pressed a finger into her tightness. The touch drew a loud moan from her, torn between the feeling of his thumb circling her bundle and the way he fucked her with his finger.

He had warned her, had told her that he’d take whatever he wanted, but something about this moment felt by far sweeter. Tommy was taking care of her, making sure that she felt comfortable while being pushed closer and closer to something she couldn’t describe with words.

“Tommy,” his name rolled off her tongue as the coil inside of her began to tighten. She wanted to speak another word, but the syllables died on her tongue the second he pushed a second finger into her. Something washed over her, something that made her tighten around his fingers, something that stole her air right from her aching lungs, something that felt so sweet she was aching for it again and again.

“Take a breath, darling.” Her heart was racing as she tried to steady her panting. Tommy pulled away from her to undress, exposing his hard cock to her wide eyes. (Y/n) couldn’t help but shuffle around to reach for him, carefully wrapping her hand around his length, but Tommy’s hand darted out to find her wrist, keeping her from exploring like a lost wanderer stumbling through unfamiliar terrain. 

“This is your last chance to put an end to this, (y/n).” She shook her head at Tommy, too blissed out to speak another word. She wanted this. She needed this. She ached for Tommy Shelby, who seemed all too willing to take the last thing she had cherished until this very evening. 

He pushed her hand away to align himself with her entrance, piercing eyes flickering up to hers one last time before pushing into her. Discomfort stretched itself through (y/n), heavy pants left her while trying to adjust. Tommy sank fully into her, allowing her walls to flutter around him before he pulled back, only to set a slow pace. 

“That’s my girl, you feel perfect.” Heat clung to her, it only grew more fierce with every thrust. She lost herself in the sensation, back arched, fingernails clawed into his shoulder, holding on while the discomfort slowly let go of her shaking body. Something else made its way through her system, something that robbed her of any doubts she still had.

Being fucked by Tommy Shelby felt perfect, fuelled by the groans he let go of, by the way his lips fit against hers to kiss her breathless. It was anything but sinful. (Y/n) was sure that she was about to pass the pearly gates.

“Fucking hell, (y/n). You’re not supposed to feel this good.” His mumbled words made her feel proud, unable to bite down a soft laugh that turned into a moan as he pressed against a spot deep inside of her. Moans kept clawing out of her, over and over again as if it were all those years of doubts and fears finally leaving her.

The sensation she had felt earlier when he had touched her began to arise in her system once more. (Y/n) choked on Tommy’s name, eyes fluttering close to savour the feeling. He kept fucking her, adding more speed to his thrusts to tip her over the edge so he could follow moments later.

Their sounds began to mix together, blurring into something so sweet, she hoped she’d never forget it again. She lost her grip, thrown into the sensation while his sounds guided her, moans that made her walls clench around him. Tommy seemed to lose his strength, hand tightening its grip on the pillow she rested her head on as he pulled out of her, covering her lower stomach with his release.

“Christ,” Tommy mumbled the word as he cleaned her with his old shirt, letting it drop to the ground before pulling her back into his chest. “Are you alright, darling?”

“Mhm, thank you for showing me this, Tommy.” She felt him press a kiss to her scalp before relaxing further. Even though her mind was racing, replaying the past moments, she couldn’t help but sink into his touch, grateful for experiencing something so divine it made her forget all about her pain.

[headdinthewall]

SHOCKING DATES ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : in which you face your first INSIDE challenge and spill some personal anecdotes. a/n : i kind of was supposed to publish this tomorrow because today was supposed to be an arthurtv one shot but i’m drunk and cba to write it so i’m giving you this early x pink = reader interview in room 19 blue = george interview in room 19 content : friends to lovers ,, mentions of sex & sexual experiences ,, sexual innuendos

( part two to my inside series ! )

─────── THE SIDEMEN THAT were present for the first challenge of Inside Season 2, were Tobi, KSI and Simon. They stood smugly with presenter cards in their hands, behind a large, curved desk that had six seats on one side and five on the other. In the middle of the room was a small table with two chairs on either side of it, almost like a romantic date scene.

You all took your seats, you deciding to sit between Mya and Mandi. George was on the other side of the table, between Milli and Farah.

“Insiders, welcome to your first challenge; Insider Dating.” KSI introduced enthusiastically, looking at each individual person.

Simon continued the explanation, “Today’s challenge, you’ll be getting to know each other. But, to pass the challenge and save losing money from the prize fund, you must simply ask each other two questions.”

“It’s not quite that simple.” Tobi countered, “You must answer your questions whilst enduring a distraction. Or you can bail by just hitting that red buzzer there.” He gestured to the big red button on the centre of the table.

“Each Insider on the date will have a menu containing two questions to ask, and also what distraction you will be served.”

“So, if you decide to bail and hit the red buzzer, or you don’t answer your questions to our satisfaction, you will fail the challenge and you will lose £10,000 from the pot.”

People’s jaws dropped and eyes darted around, looking at each other.

“PK and Cena—“ KSI completely butchered the pronunciation of her name. “Yes, Cena.”

“It’s Cinna.” She corrected, knowing he was doing it to annoy her.

“Cena.” He said again, firmly. “Please take your seats.”

The requested duo stood and made their way to have their ‘date’, whilst everyone clapped supportively for them.

“You are now free to open your menus.” KSI announced, and as they did he spoke, “On the menu for today, you … have Ratatouille.”

“What does that mean?” PK asked dumbly, to which George exclaimed,

“What do you mean, ��What does that mean?’?!”

Everyone began talking, the girls covering their mouths in disgust at the realisation of what the couple were going to have to do.

“PK, you’re going first.” KSI stated, and the man began fidgeting uncomfortably as the animal people walked in with a cage of about five or six rats.

“They’re so cute!” Milli awed, completely contrasting to PK’s panicked shouts.

“Stop! Stop! Stop! That’s my only fear.”

As they neared him, he jumped up, screaming and hollering and running away.

“Sit down!” Cinna shouted at him.

“It’s not that bad, they’re actually really harmless.” You said with a shrug.

“You would do that?” Mandi gaped, pointing to the rats.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, you’re crazy.”

PK sat back down, putting his hood up and locking in as Cinna asked his questions and the rats were placed on him.

“Show me your best chat pick up line.”

“Ay, you’re a ten out of ten. If I could— If I could— If I could do you today, I would do you twice— twice in a row.”

Everyone laughed at his horrible attempt.

“I’m not gonna accept that!” KSI announced.

“Say it again! Say it again!” Cinna guided him through the panic.

“If I could have you today, I would have you today and tomorrow!” PK said in a rush, but more cohesively than whatever he said before.

“Who do you think should pay the bill on the first date and why?” Was his second question.

“I should pay the bill because I am a senior man, I’m a diplomat—“

“Senior man?” You cackled, leaning on Mandi as you both laughed.

“— And I feel like my life depends on— I’m a provider.”

George started snapping his fingers as Cinna and Farah clapped in encouragement.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna poo myself!” PK groaned.

“Alright, PK, you’ve passed.”

A loud round of applause followed as the rats were passed on from him to Cinna, who was much more calm and composed.

“From first impressions alone, who do you think you’ll get along with the least, and why?” PK asked.

“It might be …” Cinna moved, looking at all the Insiders. “No, no. Actually, you know that? It might be you.” She pointed at Farah.

“‘Coz I’m loud.”

“No! No! That’s not even the reason. The only reason is you’re like a shopkeeper, dominant personality, which I normally, like, am non-confrontational, so I avoid.”

“I’m not confrontational either—“ Farah argued.

“You’re arguing with her about it.” George said, pointing out that she was only confirming Cinna’s point.

“How do you respond if someone is getting on your nerves?”

“Um … I kind of don’t really respond, ‘cause I just get really nervous. I might tell them but, like, I’m not really confrontational.” Cinna answered.

“Cena, you have passed.” KSI said, still pronouncing her name wrong on purpose.

As the rounds continued, you got a sneaking view of what to somewhat expect for your own round. Jason and Farah got paired up, in which their ears were being pierced throughout their questioning. Jason was gobsmacked at that, literally speechless.

“Jason, man, you ain’t speaking.” KSI noticed. “You alright?”

“My ears is fucked up!” He said.

“It’s gone get more fucked up!” George mocked his American accent, throwing up peace signs.

Everyone burst into laughter, you cackling at his quick witted response.

His eyes were cemented on you, to which you didn’t really notice, as you were too busy finding amusement in his jokes. It didn’t seem to matter to him that the rest of the room was laughing at him too, but the fact that he had cracked a smile on your face was the highlight of the moment to him.

The third round was Mandi and Dylan, where they had chickens feeding off of their hands while they answered — a rather tame round, especially compared to the next one.

Milli, Whitney and Mya all sat around the table, having to withstand an entire, longer set out, questioning with a tarantula crawling around on their head. Milli firmed the whole questioning, screaming at points, but it all became pointless as Whitney freaked out, flapping her arms about manically and accidentally dashing the spider on the floor in the process.

“Nah, that was true fear.” Farah defended Whitney.

You blinked in shock at the reaction, knowing full well you probably would’ve done the same. She seemed to be in true, honest distress as she sat back down, shaking, not even listening as KSI announced that 10K had been deducted from the prize money.

“The last round … George … Reader.” Simon announced smugly. “Please go to the table.”

“You’re not fucking slick.” You grumble, standing up, “I see what you’re doing, y’know.”

Tobi shrugged at your statement, “It’s all part of the game.”

“Good luck, my love.” Mandi said as you sat down.

“Okay, you are now free to open your menus.” Simon told you. “So, on the menu for you two is … Shocking Questions.”

George looked confused for a split second before it hit him, “Oh.”

“What? What does that mean?” You mutter. “Shocking Questions?”

“We’ll be getting shocked.” He said, deadpanned.

“Electric shock?” You gasped.

“Exactly. Yeah.” He nodded affirmatively.

Mandi spoke, “I think you guys might have it the worst, y’know.”

“Okay, George, you’ll be answering the questions first, so, reader, please ask the first question.”

“What is your worst online dating experience?”

“Um …” George looked around expectantly, waiting for the shocks to start. “Okay, um … I matched with somebody on—“ His body fully jerked as a buzzing noise came through, “Oh! That’s a lot of power!”

You laughed, going to hold your hands out but just as he went to take them you pulled them back, “Wait no, coz electricity flows and … it’s not my turn yet.”

“What?!” He exclaimed.

“The shock will go from you to me!” You replied.

“Wait, is that true?” Mya asked.

You looked over your shoulder and shrugged, “I failed Physics, so maybe.”

Everyone laughed at your revelation and your turned you attention back to George as he shouted your name.

“I matched with somebody on Hinge, um, and I was speaking to them for about two days. We had voice notes back and forth, it was really fun. And then—“ Another full body jerk and grunt, “Fucking hell! Um, then I tried to meet up with them, but turns out they weren’t real. I was there for an hour and a half.” Another shock and repeat of, “Fucking hell!”

“I came back home, reverse Google image searched them and … they weren’t real.” Another shock, “Fuck, that’s a lot, Ow!”

“Can we please have the second question?” Simon chuckled.

“Oh my God, please can it be a quick one? Oh my God, that was actually quite bad.” George begged you, hands out.

You laughed at his suffering, clapping but composing yourself for his sake, “If you had to snog, marry—“

“Oh, fuck!” He whined, burying his face into the crook of his elbow.

You snorted, putting your foot up his trouser leg for a bit of emotional support, “If you had to snog, marry and avoid three Insiders, who would they be and why?”

“Both genders?” He joked, making KSI cackle loudly.

“George, honey, focus!” You said, grabbing his hands as well. “Snog, marry, avoid!”

“Snog … Snog Mya, marry you, avoid you.” He turned to Farah as a shock ran through him, “Sorry, Farah, you’re quite loud.”

“We’ll take that answer, we’ll take that answer.” Simon laughed, clapping. “George, could you please ask the first question?”

“I’m scared.” You whispered, gripping George’s hands tightly.

“Oh, so you can’t withstand the passive shocks from me but I have to do it for you?” George scoffed playfully.

You screamed, jumping as the shock hit you. You gaped in disbelief at the power, panning to the Sidemen and then back to the cameras.

“George! Ask the questions!” You shouted.

“I can’t ask her that!” He defied.

“George, fucking ask it!” You clenched your hands tightly in preparation for the next electric shock.

“Uh … What’s been your worst bedroom experience and why?” He asked.

“For fucks sake— Ow!” You squeaked. “Uh … Just, the time I lost my virginity, I guess— Shit! It was just … I was sixteen and it hurt and I regretted it after and I was kind of freaked out because the guys dick was twitching and shit and I didn’t know that was possible!”

KSI once again cackled at the answer, clapping his hands.

“Sixteen?!” Cinna exclaimed in shock.

“The guy was my boyfriend of two years.” You lifted a hand to wave her concern off, and another shock jolted your body, “Fuck! I don’t like it! I really don’t like it!”

“Hey! Hey!” George called out, shaking your hands, “Next question?”

“No, I don’t like it! I have such a bad pain tolerance!” You whinged, fidgeting in your seat.

“Don’t look down, just look at me.” He instructed and you did as he said. “Oh this is insane as well! Okay, um, which Insider do you think is the best in bed?”

“What the fuck you guys?!” You screamed at the Sidemen, “Why are all mine about shagging?!”

“They’re trynna call you a slag.” Mandi tutted, shaking her head.

“Uh … Uh …” You screamed as you got another shock, “Make it stop!”

“It stops when you answer the question!” Milli shouted at you, trying to help guide you through it with George.

“Or if you press the button.” Simon shrugged.

“No. You’re not pressing the button. Answer. Which Insider do you think is a top shagger?”

“Don’t ever rephrase a question like that again— You sound like Stephen!” Your voice went high pitched as you got another shock.

“You! You! I know— THINK! I think you!”

“Was that … Did I hear an ‘I know it’s you’ in that exclamation?” Tobi teased.

“Yeah, reader, you’re not fooling us, we’ve seen that music video.” Simon smirked.

“Wha … I haven’t?” KSI frowned.

“They fucked in a music video.” He said.

“What?!” The entire group exclaimed.

“That’s what you did in the video?! Oh my God, I thought it was just a cute little— Oh my God!” Jason exclaimed in utter shock.

“Can we stop with the shocks now?! It really hurts!” You complained.

Simon agreed, clapping and signalling for the electric shocks to cease.

You and George returned to your seats, both panting and flushed.

“Insiders, you have now completed your first challenge of the series.” Tobi congratulated.

“And you only lost 10K. PK how do you feel about that?” Simon stepped in.

“Uh … not great.”

“The George fucking reader thing hurt him.” Jason teased, making everyone laugh.

PK waved his hands about and chuckled before hiding his face in the collar of his shirt.

“Got him!”

“Well, now you all know each other a little bit better. You can make your way back inside, and we’ll see you soon.” Tobi concluded the challenge.

“I think the first challenge went really well. We only lost 10K, which was good considering some of the questions were quite … revealing, and the challengers were tough. I didn’t like the shocks.” You shook your head. “I’ll be having words with the Sidemen once I get out of here. But … yeah— Also! I want to preface, me and George did not have sex in the ‘Too Much Ain’t Enough’ music video, it was just simply implied by the camera shots.”

As the group walked through the corridor, going to go to the living room, Mandi stopped in her tracks as she took notice of two people in the bedroom.

“Hello?” She said, stunned. “Are you guys the new guys?!”

“That’s fucking Patrice Evra!” George hissed in your ear, shaking you excitedly.

“George, I don’t know who that is.” You whispered back.

“Man U player, proper famous. Don’t act like you don’t know him, that’s embarrassing for you.” He scoffed, arms hung over your shoulders from behind as everyone moved to greet the two new people.

“Don’t fan girl over him, that’s embarrassing for you.” You quipped back, shrugging him off as you approached to introduce yourself.

“Hi, I’m reader!” You smiled as you hugged him gently.

“Hello, nice to meet you. Patrice.” Patrice said, accent thick.

“Lovely to meet you, George.” George followed, giving a nice shoulder touch.

You greeted the next new comer, smiling, “Hey, nice to meet you. I’m reader.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” He hugged you back, “DDG.”

“DDG?” You repeated, making sure you got the letters the right way around.

“Yeah, yeah.” His hands lingered on your waist for a little until you stepped back.

“I can’t lie … I don’t know either of these people.” You laughed, subconsciously playing with the fluff of the sofa. “I know that probably sounds really bad, and my dad’s probably cursing at me through the tellie right now saying ‘Reader, that’s Patrice Evra! That’s Patrice Evra’ but … yeah. No idea. And DDG? No clue. Farah and Whitney seemed gassed though, apparently he’s a rapper, so I wouldn’t know. Not my type of music— unless it’s Tyler and ASAP.”

After the excitement of newcomers died down, people split off into their own groups. You, Cinna, George, PK, Dylan and DDG stayed in the living/ dining room.

You were sat on one of the bar stools, listening to DDG.

“I think we should, like, budget.”

“That’s what I think. Like, £1,000 a day.” PK agreed.

“Well that’s just stupidly unrealistic. Look at the price of things in the shop.” You said.

“It’d be like, all right, we gone spend … Let’s spend 200 bands, right? So we can enjoy ourselves in here, and then work together on the challenges.” DDG explained his thought process.

You shared a look with George, both of you sharing the same notion that this idea just wouldn’t hold up at all, not with the attitudes of some of the people in here.

“We’ll budget, but then they’ll counteract that by just upping everything.” George debated.

Mandi walked in then, listening to the conversation but rounding the table and moving towards you, standing behind you and putting her arms over your shoulders.

“Yeah, but I feel like if we get all our spending out the way, it’s like, all right, cool.”

“Well that’s what we thought, but then—“ Cinna was cut off.

“No, no, I agree, I think we can do it.” Dylan nodded.

“So we just spend early?”

“We’ve been doing great.”

“I think we should go ahead and spend how we wanna spend, but only spend, like 200.” DDG said.

“I feel like this kind of conversation is easier to have now. If you had it at the beginning it was,” Dylan mimicked people talking over each other, “Fucking everyone was talking.”

“Whoever wins gotta at least get 200. 2-300.”

“I wanna talk to you.” Mandi whispered in your ear.

You nodded, grabbing your water bottle and slipping out of the chair.

You briefly grazed George’s arm, “Be right back.”

He nodded, watching as you and Mandi walked out of the dining room.

─────── YOU AND MANDI were sat in the bedrooms on your bed, simply gossiping and talking about how the challenge went and your opinions on everyone so far.

“So, what’s this thing about you and George then? With this music video. You shagged?” Mandi whispered, constantly looking around to make sure no one else was here.

“No, not in the music video—“

“Not in the video? So in real life?”

“No! No, me and George haven’t shagged at all!” You laughed quietly, “It was just … like the way they produced the video it was suggestive. I mean the song is about having passionate sex with someone, so the music video obviously had to reflect it.”

“Was it weird filming that?”

“Uh … a little, at first? I dunno, it took about a week or two, and you kind of get comfortable and used to it after a while. We literally filmed it in a replica of their apartment so it was more realistic.”

“I think you fancy him, y’know.” Mandi guessed, eyes looking at you as if she saw through you.

“Mandi!” You groaned, tipping your head back.

“If you do, I get it. He’s fit, girl.” She added, “But, if you’re gonna look at him with fuck me eyes every time you interact, at least own it.”

“What?!” You screeched.

“Shh!” She cackled, both of you observing the area to see if you’d alerted any unneeded attention, “You literally— Oh my God, reader!” She started counting incidents on her fingers, “You told him that you were leaving to have a talk with me, not to mention the challenge! You said you think he’d be the guy with the best dick game, and he said he’d marry you. Then the whole ‘look at me, you’re okay’ bullshit!”

Your jaw wobbled as you tried to come up with a defence, “It’s not— It’s just cuz we know each other so we’re comfortable.”

“Kiss me arse, ‘we’re comfortable’. If you two don’t fuck like this is Love Island in here in the next week, I’m gonna be a disappointed mother.” Mandi pretended to scold you. “I don’t even care if I get out, my new mission is to win at least £200,000 and have put you and George together.”

“Mandi!” You gasped at her vulgar words, “One, that’s an insane thing to say. And two, we won’t, but if we did, there’s literally no where to do it!”

“See, I got you thinking about it now, ennit. Yeah, you want him badddd, girl.” Mandi teased. “You’re hella smart and sneaky, y’know, putting up this cute, innocent girl persona with all your pinks and whites, you’re a horny bitch. I see you, I recognise that in you. We’re the same.”

You two high-fived with a laugh.

The gossip session had lasted so long and was so in depth that you’d completely missed the call for dinner.

George walked into the bedroom with three pots of rice and beans, and your whispering immediately stopped.

“Hello, females.” He said jokingly, holding out two pots.

Mandi opened hers with caution and then shook her head, “I’m upgrading.” Then, she left the room.

“Upgrade or suffer?” George asked, holding out the pot.

“I’ll suffer with you.” You sighed and rolled your eyes dramatically as you took the rice and beans.

He sat down on your bed, and you enjoyed a little meal date in silence, sharing soft looks and glances every now and then.

“What were you talking about?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh … y’know … just girl talk.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “She was kinda talking about how she feels like a trio with Whitney and Mya, but like they like each other more than they like her as a group.”

“Oh, really?” George hummed.

You nodded, covering your mouth with your hand, “I just told her, like, don’t get too jarred about it, because it’s only for a week, and then … y’know? It’s whatever after that. But if she’s really affected by it then get close with other … people …” Your sentence died off as PK strutted into the bedroom, Mya and Whitney giggled as they followed behind.

George’s mouth clicked as the three of them went into the dressing room, “I see what you mean.”

You raised your eyebrows and you both stood, moving towards them.

Whitney laughed as you both caught them scoffing chicken down in the corner. Mya gestured for you two to join and George snorted.

“You are not sly.” He said.

“Come on, you’re part of us!” Mya grabbed you and pulled you closer.

“Did you think you could walk past us and us not know what you’re doing?” You giggled, accepting a chip from PK.

“Get in here.” Whitney told you two.

George put on a voice, “We’re not getting tagged in amongst the ruffians!” And he took your hand to guide you back to the bedroom.

“Why are we the ruffians?” Whitney asked.

“You’re eating chicken and chips in the corner.” He said in a fake stern voice before laughing.

“George, it’s his food. He’s sharing it.” She tried to persuade him, “See, reader’s eating it as well.”

“The chips are good.” You hummed through food, making Mya and George cackle.

You all ended up sat around the make up tables, sharing a couple of chips, when an alert dinged.

You and George stood, shuffling out of the room and towards the shop as there was an unclaimed item.

“What is it?” You hummed as everyone else began filing in.

He opened the food box, “It’s chicken and chips but it’s cold now, and it was a fucking grand.”

“No one ordered that.” Milli said.

Whitney walked over, touching the chicken, “Well, it’s lukewarm, actually.”

All the other girls began poking at it too, as if it was some deranged science experiment.

“Yeah, and it’s got everyone’s fingers on it as well.” George added. “Which is good fun.”

“You don’t like fingered chicken?” You teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

He smirked at you and winked cheekily, making you burst into a cackle.

All the girls began eating the chicken and chips, whilst George walked off, dramatically exclaiming, “I cant take it here anymore!”

“You’ll live, Georgie!” You shouted over your shoulder as you shared a chicken wing with Milli.

The rest of the group was confronted about the unclaimed purchase of a meal upgrade, and then you, Milli, George and Farah went out to the shop, laughing as Farah confirmed a buying of a jiggly ball, costing an extortionate amount of money — £4,000.

“That is so not worth it.” You laughed, thought reaping the benefits of the new toy by passing it between you and Milli.

“That is not worth the money. That is so not worth the money.” George stressed with his hands on his head as you all walked back to the living room, kicking the ball between you.

“That was 4,000!” Cinna said as Patrice played with it, annoyed and confused as to why they spent so much money on a stupid jiggly ball that would probably pop by tomorrow.

“Ay, tomorrow we’re gonna have a meeting in the morning. And it’s gonna be a dictatorship!” PK ordered.

You and George were sat in Room 19, your feet tucked under your bottom.

“I mean, the prices are obviously extortionate, for what it is. Potentially, in the future, it could become more of a problem, because we have no idea how much we’ve spent.”

“I think it’s already a problem. I mean … four grand on a jiggly ball? And how many meal upgrades in one day? Ridiculous.”

“This one here’s just chatting shit about everyone.”

“No, I’m not! I’m just saying it how it is! Meal upgrades are unnecessary, you can stomach rice and beans for a couple of days and you can go a week without … without buying a fucking four grand ball, which you wouldn’t even buy in any other circumstances.”

People were all congregated on the sofa again, feeling lethargic and tired after a heavy first day. You were all just talking about how harsh your first challenges were.

You were slumped back against the leather, head slumped against George’s shoulder and your legs draped over Mya’s lap. Your fingers mindlessly toyed with the fabric of George’s joggers.

The TV dinged, and a big £1,000,000 was displayed on it, and everyone got prepared to see how much it had gone down by in one day.

The numbers dropped rapidly before slowing down at £964,450.

The Insiders began cheering and clapping for each other, celebrating the ‘lack of money’ they spent.

“36 grand? Why are we clapping?” George judged, adjusting his position slightly and bumping you in the process, “Oh, sorry, my darling.”

Your face flushed and you struggled to hold back a smile at the sweet pet name he’d assigned to you. It was weird because he’d never been this flirty before, never this forward. Maybe it was the fact that you two were finally in a somewhat secluded environment away from the constant foolishness and mockery of your friends, that you felt like you could be yourselves.

“It’s only gonna get more expensive!” George stressed to the group, completely brushing over the fact that he’d unknowingly sent a tornado into your tummy.

“I think we should treat ourselves.” Whitney proposed.

“Treat yourselves for what? Spending 36 grand?” You snorted.

“Money is upped, babe. We wouldn’t have actually spent 36 grand in one day.” Whitney snarkily replied.

“Well, we literally just have.” You gestured to the TV, “That’s not just a number. That is literally 900,000 Great British pounds.”

“Shall we see if they’ve changed the menu?” Farah asked.

“No!”

“Just— Let’s have a look!” She exclaimed.

“Why do you want to have a look?” Patrice countered her idea.

“If you go and look, it’s just going to tempt you to buy things.” You mumbled, tone groggy and tired. “There’s no point.”

“No we’re not. Sometimes we just like to look.” Farah defended herself.

“Bro, we’ve got seven more days in here. Seven more days.” Dylan emphasised.

“Thank you!” Mandi pointed, taking his statement the wrong way, “As in we should live our lives! Is that— Is that what you’re on?”

The girls (Whitney, Milli, Farah and Mandi) completely ignored the fact that the prize fund was already lower than expected, and ran off to the shop, purchasing items without conferring.

“You not going with them?” George muttered, playing with the ends of your hair.

“I’m too tired.” You coincidentally yawned. “I’m waiting for the sweet, sweet voice of Tobjizzle to announce bedtime.”

More quarrelling happened, with PK and Whitney ordering two proseccos each and draining the prize fund even further.

You honestly didn’t care anymore — well, obviously you did, because it was still possible money that you could be taking home — but it was exhausting trying to reason with people who wouldn’t listen, so you just gave up.

The moment the notification came through signalling the lights would be going out, you were the first person off the couch, moving towards the bedroom immediately.

“She’s gone!” Milli laughed, following you, “You’re fucking funny!”

“I’m also fucking knackered.” You grumbled, sitting down and removing your makeup.

Then, you went to the ‘bathroom’ and brushed your teeth, smiling as George passed and made eye contact with you through the mirror.

When you were done, you swiftly changed into the blue Inside tracksuit shorts and a white tank top and walking back to the beds.

You picked up your bunny stuffed animal that you’d had for a long time, as you slipped into bed and rested your head back on the pillows, the lights still bright and on as everyone bustled about.

Whitney and Mya were still messing about in the other rooms, basically refusing to come to bed and it was slightly aggravating you.

George came back into the room, hair messy and no longer styled. You subtly ran your eyes over his frame, taking in the sight of him in a relaxed, scruffy manner. You’d seen him like this before, of course, but it was still a sight for sore eyes. He patted the top of your head and then got into the bed next to yours, reaching his foot out and kicking the frame, shifting your bed slightly.

“George!” You whined, huffing as you now had to get out of bed to straighten it up.

“Oh my God, there must be a ghost!” George gasped dramatically.

Milli, who hadn’t heard the rest of the conversation, stopped in her tracks, “What? Ghosts?”

You giggled slightly and tugged George’s hair before getting back into bed, “No, George is just being a knob.”

“Oh, okay, good. Because I was about to say, reader, me and you are sleeping in the same bed!”

The three of you laughed and you let out a subtle sigh of relief as the rest of the group began filing back inside to actually go to bed.

You gasped slightly, “I don’t have my ASMR videos to watch.” You whispered to George, who puffed his cheeks out in an attempt to swallow his laugh. “It’s not funny! They help me sleep!”

“You’ll just have to suffer then.” He said.

You glared at him and rested your arm across the locker between you and looked at him with an expectant smile.

He rolled his eyes sarcastically and put his fingers on your forearm, dragging them back and forth along your skin. His nails were dull and short, so left no marks, but you did feel your eyes slipping shut due to the relaxing strokes on your arm.

“Are they, like, together?” DDG whispered to PK.

“I’ll be real with you, I got no idea. They say no, but look at that.” PK answered. “Why?”

DDG shrugged, “Confused, y’know?”

PK smirked slightly, “You think she’s leng, ennit?”

“Leng?”

“Fit, attractive.”

“Oh, mmm, yeah, she’s aight.” DDG hummed.

“You sneaky fox.” PK laughed, rolling over.

You and George, oblivious to the nattering around your situation, laid in total bliss, you on the brink of unconsciousness and George’s wrist and arm tired from dancing his fingers along your arm, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until he was 100% sure that you were satisfied and asleep.

tags :: @oliviahanessian1 @wherethezoes-at @clarkey4life

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[12:22 pm]

Husband!Taeyong’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed, deciding this would be a good time for a break from boxing up everything you both decided you were going to donate. His brows furrows seeing your name on his screen. Weren’t you in the house with him? Why wouldn’t you just come tell him instead of texting him? ‘You’re not going to believe what I just found!’ He read with a smile.

He heard your hurried steps on the hardwood floor of the hall and soon enough you were standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom with a bright smile and a colorful book in your hands. As you walked closer, Taeyong reached for you grabbing your hips to guide you to stand between his spread thighs. “What did you find, honey?” Taeyong asks, pressing a kiss to your arm.

“My diary! It’s got some entries from our first 2 years together!” You beam.

“Oooh, juicy stuff?” Taeyong asks with a quirked brow.

You clear your throat and crack the journal open, “this is from 5 years ago, ready?” Taeyong nods, but his mind is reeling, you guys didn’t know each other five years ago, what could you have written about him? Your voice interrupts his train of thought, “Today, I went to the cafe with Minho. While Minho and I were waiting for our drinks, the most handsome guy I’ve ever laid eyes on came up and started talking to Minho. I guess they took a class together a while ago. This guy didn’t look at me the whole time, but I think I’m in love. Who would ever believe that I saw a man this handsome in real life and not a magazine? Even though he didn’t look at me, I’m pretty sure I’m going to think about him for the rest of my life. Minho said his name is Taeyong. I’m writing this so I have some happy memory of a handsome guy to return to when I’m sad.”

You look down at your husband, “I guess I was a little dramatic, huh?”

“I don’t even remember that! What else do you have?” Taeyong asks eagerly. He wishes he could go back in time to introduce himself properly, he could have had a whole extra year with you. Ugh!

“This is from four years ago, from that dinner that Minho held. I wrote, oh my literal god! You are never going to believe this! The handsome guy from the cafe was at Minho’s party and he spoke to me! There’s like a whole row of exclamation points here,” both you and Taeyong snort out a laugh before continuing, “his voice was so gentle and his hand was sooooo soft when we shook hands. We made conversation about school and our interests. He told me he likes to make music and make art and I told him I’d love to see his work, talk about thirsty. He had a really cute smile on his face and I swear I saw him blush! He told me he’d like to show me and before the night ended we exchanged numbers. I think there’s a higher possibility of us falling in love now. I hope he’s not actually a creep.”

Taeyong pulls you into his lap as he laughs loudly, “I remember that meeting, thank goodness. I remember that you were really cute and shy. And that Minho can’t cook to save his life. I was really excited to text you after that, but I wanted to be chill.”

“I think I ended up writing that after a week of nothing from you I gave up hope a little. I thought maybe you were like a figment of my imagination or maybe I read into it too much,” you sigh as if you’re reliving the memories while turning through the now warped pages.

For a while, the two of you sit there in comfortable silence reading through your entries. He reads and laughs good-naturedly ay the entry that describes the anxiety before your first date in detail and in drawing. Half the page is a messy scribble of words he can barely read, and the other half is scribbles that he can very well imagine you screaming while you drew. There’s a whole page of scribbles and ‘ahhhhhh’ filling up the whole page after the first date/first kiss which makes him smile softly while pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

He finds himself holding you closer, his arms around your waist tightening as his eyes pore over the words of a three-page long entry that came after your first big fight. You’d tried to skip past this, but he pulled the book out of your hold. ‘Tonight, Taeyong and I got in our first fight and I don’t think my heart has ever hurt this badly. I just don’t understand why he left! All I told him was that I needed some space to think and he took that as me wanting him gone. He just turned on his heel and left! I just wanted like 5 minutes to gather myself! Why would he just leave?’ Taeyong’s thumb sadly runs over the obvious mark of a tear drop.

He remembered this fight, he could remember the reason, but he remembers the aftermath. He remembers all the work that came after so that you two could communicate effectively. He remembers promising to never walk away in the middle of the fight and to never go three days thought talking to you again.

He closes the journal as sets it beside him while pulling you into an embrace, “we’ve made it far haven’t we?”

“Yeah, now I don’t freak out like scared chicken before our dates,” you laugh into his chest.

Taeyong laughs deeply, “I meant our communication, but sure.”

“Taeyong, we’ve been together for like four years, of course we’ve learned to communicate. We’ve learned a lot of things about each other. Each and every thing I learn just makes me love you more.”

He furrows his brows, “you didn’t like it when I bleached my eyebrows.”

“Oh my god, yeah! That wasn’t a good look. I hated that!” You exclaim, standing from his lap to assess the work he’s gotten done. “You’ve done a good job so far,” you nod.

“We’ve done a good job so far,” Taeyong stresses.

“That was cute, but I meant the clothes, honey.”

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i was watching xdiz with jaejoong and I NEED a fic with Jooyeon teaching reader how to play the bass and i know u can turn this idea into an amazing fic 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Here you go! This turned out longer than expected but I had so much fun writing it!!

Lee Jooyeon Summary: Jooyeon teaches you to play the bass and both of you too can feel the tension. (idol/non-idol au) WC:~1.3k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“You make playing the bass look so cool,” you say. Jooyeon and you are both sitting on the floor of his bedroom. He’s strumming away on his bass, showing you a new song. His long hair flows in his face. His pick strumming against the strings, sitting between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Because I am cool,” he remarked. You let out a light scoff, shaking your head. “What? You don’t think I’m cool?” he challenged. 

“Mmm I think…you’re Jooyeon,” you respond. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, setting his bass aside. 

“You’re cool when you’re playing the bass, but once you set it down, you’re kinda a dork,” you said. 

“Aye, at least I know how to play the bass. That makes me cooler than you at least,” he argued. 

“Teach me to play the bass then,” you told him. 

“Do you really want to learn or you’re just trying to be cooler than me?” He gave you a skeptical look that evokes a laugh out of you. 

“I do actually want to learn. I’ve kinda thought about it for a while. I just don’t think that I’d be that good at it,” you truthfully reply. 

“Don’t doubt yourself before you’ve even tried. Come on.” He picked up his bass, motioning for you to come over. You slide over next to him and he places his bass in your arms. Looping the strap over your head and helping you hold it properly. 

“Place your fingers here.” He comes around behind you, using his hand to guide yours to the strings. “Press down,” he tells you. However you’re having trouble focusing on his words due to how close he is. When you brought up him teaching you, you didn’t take into account that he would be so close. 

“And now use this hand to strum.” His other arm cases around you. Sending a shiver down your spine. He’s essentially back hugging you now. One hand holding yours at the neck of the bass, showing you how to press the strings and the other guiding your hand on how to strum. You can smell his cologne. You recognize it as the one you got him for his birthday last year.

“Are you listening?” His voice rang through your ears, gaining your attention back. 

“I-” You turn your head to the side. He was so close, too close. Your noses only millimeters apart. “I-I mean what chord did you say this was?” You turn your head back to look at the bass again. Your pounding heart wanted you to run away, but you had nowhere to go. Trap between his bass and his body. 

Jooyeon smiles seeing you flustered. Though he’s not really doing any better. The feeling of your body so close to his. The tingles he feels rushing through his fingers with every touch and brush of them against yours. How if he pressed his chest against your back you would probably be able to feel his heart beat. Not to mention that mere seconds ago if he just leaned in a tiny bit more his lips could have been on yours. It all had his head spinning. It was hard enough for him to remember how to play the bass right now. 

“E, this is an E chord.” He pressed his fingers against yours once more, igniting more sparks under his skin. You really were trying your best to listen, but seemed like all you could focus on was how close he was. 

“Jooyeon.” You turn your head to the side again, which once more proved to me a mistake as Jooyeon turned his head too. Once more your faces are entirely too close together. It makes your head feel like a fog. 

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“I-is..is this really the best way to…” Was it really so hard to form a sentence? Apparently it was as you felt like your brain short circuited. Though a bigger question arising in your head was, since when did you like Jooyeon this much? Since when did he have such an effect over you? 

Maybe you always had a bit of a crush on him. It was nothing major though. Just a small heart flutter when you first see him or maybe your heart rate picked up a bit when he was affectionate with you. Maybe you looked forward to seeing him more than your other friends and maybe you didn’t rest your head on their shoulders like you did with Jooyeon. Maybe you don’t like socializing after 10pm, but if it’s Jooyeon then it’s fine. In fact there’s a chance you slept better on the nights you fell asleep while talking on the phone with him. Ok, maybe you spend too much time picking out gifts for him when he’s “just a friend”. You know what sure there was that one dream you had where you two kissed, but that was just a dream. Dreams don’t have to mean anything, they can just be weird dreams. Except maybe you wanted that dream to be real. So, maybe you liked Jooyeon this much for a while and maybe he’s always had this effect on you. 

Even though you couldn’t complete your sentence Jooyeon knows what you were trying to say. Was this really the best way for him to teach you how to play the bass? Truthfully he could have just sat criss-cross in front of you. He would still have to lean in close to show you properly, but no, he didn’t need to be this close. He didn’t have to be holding you in his arms, but wanted to. Because Jooyeon liked you. He’s not entirely sure when he fell for you. Maybe when you bandaged his fingers after a long practice where he forgot his pick. It could have been when you picked out the vegetables from his order at a restaurant. He didn’t even complain about the vegetables either, he didn’t have time to. Right when the waiter walked away you were already plucking the vegetables from his bowl. Mayhaps his heart started beating to the rhythm of a love song from the moment he first saw you. He knows the moment he realized he liked you though. He just got home from a concert. It was late and he was exhausted, yet he could only think about calling you. It was while he was on call with you that realized. He didn’t think he would have been able to sleep without calling you. Because it seems that he could only find restful sleep when he called with you. Because you made him feel at peace and calm. Because he liked you. 

“Even if it’s not, it’s the way I want to,” he told you. The air around you both feels heavy. There’s an obvious tension lingering in it. You want to say something, but you’re unable to form any words. “Because I want to hold you. I like having you close like this.” He kept speaking instead. Almost as if to prove his point he brushes his nose against yours. 

“Jooyeon,” you finally speak. 

“Yeah.” He now rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m never gonna learn the bass like this.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips. A smile pulls at his lips as he notices the change in your eyes.  

“Maybe I don’t want you to,” he says, leaning in a bit closer.

“Huh?” Your eyes shift back to his. 

“Maybe I just want to be your cool bass playing boyfriend.” Now his eyes are the ones shifting to your lips. “Can I?” He looks back into your eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathe out with an imperceivable nod. Jooyeon smiles before leaning in to close the very slight remaining distance between you two. His lips pressing against yours. Playing a love song on your heartstrings. 

The two of you break away due to smiling too much. Jooyeon helps lift the bass off of your lap, carefully setting it down beside you two, so that he can now fully trap you in his arms. You suppose you can always learn to play the bass some other time. Feeling all too content with being wrapped up in Jooyeon’s arms. Your cool bass playing boyfriend’s arms.

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[thebearer]

would you ever write something about protective baby daddy carmy, maybe it’s only a few weeks until the baby is born so super big belly and coming to family or making her spend all the time at the restaurant so he doesn’t miss the birth

"Make way, wide corner!" Richie bellowed, arms waving back and forth, guiding you through the kitchen like you were an airplane landing.

You glared at him, a snarl in your expression as you waddled around the corner. It was hot and you were so fucking pregnant, due any day now. "Shut the fuck up, Richie." You huffed, flinching at the heat of the kitchen, a wave of nausea coming over you.

"Richie, leave that poor woman alone. What's the matter with you, huh?" Tina snarled, glaring harshly at Richie. "How're you doin', Mama? How's the baby?" Her tone dropped to something sweeter, kinder for you, hand rubbing over your swollen abdomen. Normally, it bothered you when people touched your bump, but Tina was different. It was comforting with her.

"Miserable. Swollen. Hot." You muttered, looking down at your growing belly where baby girl was still jabbing at your ribs.

"I mean this in the nicest way, but... has the baby grew more since last week?" Sydney's eyes were skittish and wide, darting carefully from your stomach back to you.

You snorted lightly, running a hand over the swell of your abdomen. "She dropped a few days ago. Getting ready for launch." You muttered.

"Oh, that-that's, uh, terrifying." Sydney nodded, awkwardly. "Sorry, that's not what you want to hear, but, uh..."

"No, you're right. It is." You laughed, a little uneasy. It was fucking terrifying, all of it- pregnancy, birth, motherhood in general. It was scary.

"It also is so fucking painful because now everything is heavier and my back feels like it might snap." You gave a fake forced smile.

"Oh, poor Mama. That just means she's close. Only a few more days?" Tina beamed. "How much does she weigh?"

"They think eight pounds." You groaned, Sydney's eye bulging expression.

"Ay dios mio..." Tina muttered under her breath. "Well, you'll be so drugged up, honey, you won't even feel it."

"I'm praying for a C-section." You scoffed lightly. "Carmen's already said he's gonna be a wreck either way."

"Yeah, and he will be, won't you, Cousin?" Richie cackled, clapping his cousin on the back as he passed by.

"Be what?" Carmen muttered, too in the game to even see you there. "Chef, have you finished prep?"

"No, Jeff. Talking to your beautiful baby mama." Tina cooed, giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

Carmen's eyes lifted to you, brow furrowed when he looked at the time. "Hey, baby, I lost track of time." He muttered, lips brushing over yours in greeting, hand gliding down your growing stomach.

"We know you did, Cousin." Richie scoffed. "I went and got her."

"You drove with Richie?" Carmen's eyes flashed to you.

"C'mon, Carm. I'm a good fuckin' driver, alright? Quit busting my balls." Richie snorted, rolling his eyes at him.

"He drove safe, Carmy." You reassured, hand rubbing down his forearms sweetly.

Carmen hummed, rolling his eyes gently, but moved you through the kitchen after Sweeps almost hit you with a pan rounding the corner. "Here, come in my office."

"Is it cooler in there?" You moaned, lip jutting in a pout. "I'm about to stand in the freezer, Carmy, it's so fuckin' hot in here."

"I know." Carmen had learned, knew better now, than to do anything but agree with you. He'd been on the receiving end of your wild hormones too many times, your lashing tongue or worse- the fucking tears.

"I put the fan in here, and I have that neck thing in my little fridge, ok? You should be laying down anyways. Not supposed to be up." Carmen frowned lightly , pushing the door open to his office.

The couch was now used as your temporary napping place throughout the day. Carmen had put the bear in overbearing- a joke you told him that he did not find that humorous- when you became pregnant, and it only got more and more severe as months went on. When you got into your third trimester, put on bed rest the last few weeks, Carmen had taken it beyond serious. Insisting that you come stay with him at the restaurant. He was terrified at the thought of something happening or you going into labor when he wasn't around.

You'd agreed, reluctantly, really only because you wanted Carmen close and... because you were in a restaurant. Any type of craving would be satisfied easily for you.

"I think if I lay down, Carmy, I'm not making it back up for family." You yawned gently, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand.

Carmen grinned, reaching to turn on the fan besides the couch, pointing it at you so it would blow the cool air over you. "That's alright. I'll bring it here to you." He muttered, pulling the blinds closed for you.

You sat down, propped against the pillows, head lolling to the side to look at him. Carmen sat beside you, hand rubbing over your stomach. "Where's she at today?"

"Same place she was this morning. Right under my ribs." You grin, moving his hand under your left boob, pressing to the side when her fluttered kicks were.

Carmen beamed, eyes brightening as his hand ghosted over the spot there. "Talk to her, Bear." You muttered, eyes fluttering shut. This pregnancy fatigue was no fucking joke. "She likes your voice."

"Yeah?" Carmen grinned, perking at the compliment.

"Yeah." You nodded. "She likes to hear her Daddy's voice. Makes her kick like fucking crazy."

Carmen leaned down, cheek resting on your stomach gently. "Hi, baby. Are you bein' good?" He muttered, your body flushing with adoration at the gentleness of his words. "You ready to come out soon? We're ready for you to. I know your Mommy is."

You snorted, a breathy laugh cut short by a sharp kick to your ribs. "Keep talking." You muttered, moving his hand a little further to wear the kick was. "Bring out the cookbooks again."

"Yeah?" Carmen hummed, eyes crinkling with amusement. "Your Mommy thinks that's funny, but when you come out knowing how to make bruschetta, she's gonna be blown away. Won't she?" Carmen's voice lilted, a tone of baby talk that had you swooning. It was new, something he just recently started doing in the recent weeks. While you were nesting, so was he, in a different way. Getting used to the idea of being a dad, the anxieties he felt traded in for an excitement.

Carmen could feel it, tiny kicks pressing through your tight, stretched skin. His baby, kicking to the sound of his voice. His heart swelled. "See, she agrees with me."

You laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I know she does. Already got you already, hm, Berzatto?"

"Gets it from her, Mama." Carmen jested back, a playful twinkle in his eyes that had your heart soaring out of your chest, tears welling in the corners- damn pregnancy hormones. "Learnin' from you already."

You smiled wordlessly, a watery grin that had Carmen a little on edge until you reached out, pulling his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss into his palm. Carmen's hand cradling your cheek, free hand going back to where the baby had been kicking, soothing it gently while your eyes fluttered shut.

[sai-int]

I got another idea 🤭 (nsft)

Cod guys reaction to midsize girlies who don't like facesitting/being picked up due to their weight

river, hun. you're gonna send me into a spiral because i also just so happen to be a midsized girlie!! writing for these men make me so dizzyyyy ☹️

cod men x fem!reader

Simon doesn’t need a lot of words to get his point across, but when he hears you worrying about your weight, he gives you that long, deliberate look that says everything. His jaw tightens, his brow furrows just a bit, and before you know it, his hands are on your waist, pulling you into his lap like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Listen t'me,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, eyes locked on yours. “Y'think I can’t handle ya, yeah? Tha' I don’t want all o'you? Don’t be daft...” His hands roam down to your thighs, squeezing gently as if to prove a point, his touch firm and grounding.

When it comes to facesitting, Simon doesn’t argue. He just lies back and guides you where he wants you, his grip unrelenting but so gentle it makes your heart race. “Look at me,” he murmurs, his gaze dark and serious. “Y'not too heavy. Y'perfect. Stop worryin' 'n let me enjoy what’s mine.” The low groan he lets out when you finally give in is pure satisfaction, and the way his hands force you to grind on his face, like he never wants to let you go, leaves no room for doubt—this is exactly what he wants.

The second you bring up your insecurities, Johnny reacts like you’ve just told him the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. His eyes widen, and he clutches his chest dramatically. “Weight? Lass, are ye jokin’? Yer worried about tha"?”

Before you can even respond, he’s got his arms around you, lifting you off the ground by your waist, spinning you around until you’re laughing despite yourself. “See? Told ye I could handle ye!” he grins, setting you down without a single bead of sweat dripping. His smile softens as his hands settle on your hips. “Now, le' m'make one thing clear: there’s not a single part of ye I don’t love, aye? You’re perfect just the way y'are, Bon.”

When it comes to facesitting, Johnny’s even more insistent. “Don’t deprive me of my favorite snack, lassie,” he tacks on a pout, but his voice full of mischief. But when he sees you’re genuinely hesitant, he cups your face in his hands, his expression turning serious. “Darlin’, I want this. I always want you. Let me show ye how much.” The way he grins against your skin when you finally give in, humming in pure delight, makes it clear—he’s exactly where he wants to be.

ps: since you brought your insecurities to his attention, he slings your legs around his shoulders and eats you out against the wall, holding your whole body up. he claims it "makes ye taste even better."

Kyle’s response is gentle but firm, the kind of reassurance that feels like a warm hug. When you bring up your worries, he tilts his head, his hands finding your waist like it’s second nature. “Hey, stop that,” he says softly, his thumbs brushing against your skin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous—every bit of you, yeah?"

If you’re nervous about being picked up, he never argues. He just waits for the right moment, then effortlessly lifts you, his grin widening at the surprised look on your face. “Told you it’s no problem,” he says casually, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

When it comes to facesitting, Kyle is patient but boy is he persistent. “If y'not into it, that’s alright, love, yeah? But,” he says, his hands rubbing slow circles on your thighs. “But if it’s just because you’re worried about me? Don’t be. I love everythin' about you, and I want this just as much as you do.” His voice is steady, his touch grounding as he murmurs soft reassurances. “Let me take care of you, yeah? Y'deserve to feel good.” The way he holds you steady, his lips and hands moving with purpose, leaves no doubt that he's all in for you.

Price’s response is calm but resolute, the kind of reassurance that makes you feel immediately grounded. The moment you voice your doubts, he fixes you with that steady, no-nonsense gaze that makes your heart flip. "’S enough of that,” he says firmly, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. “You’re mine, and I don’t ever want to hear you doubting yourself like that again.”

He’s not one to just talk about it, either. He’ll prove it in the way he lifts you effortlessly, holding you close like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “See? Easy,” he says with a small, knowing smile, his hands lingering on your waist. “Now, no more of that nonsense, alright?”

Price is definitely more of a traditional man, but if there's one thing about him, he loves pussy. Now when it comes to facesitting, Price is nothing short of commanding. “You’re not too heavy. You’re exactly what I want,” he says, his hands steady on your hips as he guides you into place. His voice is low, laced with a quiet authority that makes you feel completely secure. “Let me take care of you.” And when you finally let go and just sit on his dang face, the way he hums in satisfaction against your skin, murmuring, “That’s my girl,” as he holds your hips is enough to make your head spin. Every touch, every word, is a reminder that you’re perfect in his eyes.

ps, he had to start dying his beard after he met you because the middle parts started to go copper-y.

mlist

[ln4bub]

59+Oscar. I was thinking they just had (vanilla) sex and as they’re lying in bed she says this and he’s immediately like, aight bet.

(Also this was the anon who sent in the 7 minutes in heaven one, thought I’d un anon myself, lol)

I am dropping everything to write this request immediately, you are an oscar piastri smut genius. I altered the prompt ever so slightly to match the reader's vibe but enjoy <3

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Your relationship with Oscar was relatively new, the two of you still getting to know each other's bodies. Oscar had always been quite a shy person, never really expressing much beyond a smile and a nod in interviews. With you he was different, soft and loving, very affectionate; something that translated into the bedroom. Hands held, missionary, forehead kisses - always very gentle.

Don't get it wrong, Oscar was a gentleman, always making sure you finished first, but there was only so much you could take before wanting to switch it up. Your head is currently lead on Oscar's hard chest, his arms wrapped around you as he breathes deeply. "You okay baby? You've been quiet since we finished." He questions, stroking his thumb up and down your arm.

"'m just thinking." You mumble, tilting your head to look at him.

"What about?" He asks, slight concern etched onto his features. You sigh, sitting up, "Do you ever want to try something different?" You ask. His eyebrows furrow, lips jutting out in a pout, "Different?" He questions.

"Like, don't take it the wrong way, that sex was good, it was so good. But next time, could you maybe do it harder?" You murmur shyly, avoiding eye contact with the Australian.

"Harder?" He asks, curiosity taking over. He pulls you into him, now straddling his waist, his hands resting on your hips. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you harder?" He questions, voice dropping with lust, his lips skating over your pulse point. "Want me to hold you down and fuck you like a whore?" He whispers in your ear, capturing your earlobe between his teeth, making you whine.

Your legs squeeze around his hips, yours beginning to grind lightly as he lays kisses over your neck. His pillowy lips suck against your pulse point, tongue laving over the red mark he left behind. His bite is slightly harder than usual, causing your nails to dig in to the flesh of his shoulders. He moans against you at the sting, turning you around and bending you over.

“Still dripping from the last time we fucked and my girl is just aching for my cock isn’t she?” He teases, watching the way you clench around nothing. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them down to press against your g-spot. Your knees almost give out with the pleasure but he’s quick to remind you that this was what you wanted.

Oscar positions himself behind you before sliding his cock inside you, groaning at your tightness. You moan out at the feeling of being stuffed full, your head drooping. Oscar’s hand loops your hair into a ponytail around his fist, pulling your hair back before he slams himself in and out of you.

“My girl’s taking me so well ay, is this what you wanted? Wanted to be fucked so hard your pretty little ass turns red?” He asks, his free hand coming down to hit you. You scream out his name, your walls providing a vice-like grip.

“There we go, that’s it, such a good girl for me. If I’d known this was how you liked to be fucked I would’ve had you cock drunk like this much sooner. Would’ve had those beautiful eyes crying for my dick.” He groans, pulling your hair tighter as he fucks you harder, faster.

“Oh god Oscar, please don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum.” You whimper, your legs slowly sliding down the mattress until you’re practically led on your stomach.

“Wanna feel you cum, wanna feel how good I make my perfect girl feel. Come on baby.” Oscar begins guiding you to your orgasm, gentle kisses to your neck contrasting the brutal pace of his hips. He feels your walls tightening further, your back arching into him. The moan of his name you let out is enough to send him over the edge, his cum filling you up.

He slides his cock out of your pussy, spreading your legs to watch the way his cum leaks out. Two fingers find the apex of your thighs, swiping through the combination of your juices before running over your lips. You open your mouth, eagerly taking in his thick fingers and he smiles, eyes beaming.

A gentle kiss to the forehead and a whispered promise of a bath is all it takes for you to fall asleep happy, dreaming of the escapades you and Oscar can now enjoy.

[dipperscavern]

cregan fr the type to not be able to look at u when u do things when the relationship is new bc he literally would have to kiss the fuck out of u or get completely lost in thought (yk the tiktork trend that’s like the voice fading into “blah blah blah” & not being able to focus that’s so cregan) so ur not used to his full attention and now that he gives it to u ALL THE DAMN TIME. u dont know what to do when his entire presence is literally attuned to u and ur every move. always has a hand on u. EYE CONTACCTTT. casual touches of like, adjusting your collar to make sure ur fur will reach up to ur jawline or putting ur hands in ur gloves or fully putting his hands on ur hips to steer u in the right direction before a single hand on the lower back replaces them to guide u. like i literally. im that squidward meme where he’s holding up the papers with the insane grin. i need him. biblically. refuses to sleep without u. refuses to work late bc he knows ur in bed. comfy cozy. without him?? simply unacceptable. gets back to ur chambers and just strips before crawling into bed in record time, pulling u into him and just letting out the craziest sigh, relaxed. oh my god imagine playing w his hair😫 i know his leg would fuckjng twitch if u hit the spot like right above the ear lord when will it be my turn DAMN this was crazy sorry dippy

babe. you can’t just. i can’t write anything for y’all if you make my brain short circuit. i don’t even… have anything to add to this its is all PERFECT. ITS CANON. DO NOT STOP SPEAKING.

cregan not being able to focus is so real. you’re talking to him about something and man is not even blinking. his eyes flicker from yours to your lips, back to your eyes then your lips again. and he’s staring at you with this smirk on his face and you’re just like

“And I-. Do you hear me, Cregan?”

and he just leans in, kissing you long & hard. makes your eyes flutter shut, and he gives you another peck before pulling away.

“Aye. Go on.”

HIS ATTENTION IS ALWAYS ON YOU. HES ATTUNED TO YOUR EVERY MOVE. CASUAL TOUCHES. FIXING THE FUR TO COVER YOUR JAWLINE. GODDD. HE DOES REFUSE TO SLEEP WITHOUT YOU. AND THE HAIR THING. MAN JUST LEANS INTO YOU.

do not ever apologize for your DELICIOUS thoughts. i want more. GOD. IM SUPPOSED TO BE FEEDING YALL AND HERE YOU ARE FEEDING ME… I HEARBY DECREE THEE SQUIDWARD ANON

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Bound by Love

Pairing: Simon Riley x reader x Johnny Mactavish

AU:Alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Beta!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Omega!Reader (Dove)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha, Beta, Omega), established relationship, domestic fluff, birthday surprise

Author’s Note: This is a continuation of Bound by Instinct, diving into what their relationship looks like now that they’re together. It still has alternative POV’s and words in bold. There are mentions of Simon being sent off on a mission while Johnny and Dove (you) stay home. If any of this is uncomfortable for you do not read.

Masterlist

MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+MDNI18+

Johnny

Johnny never thought love would feel like this.

Like warmth.

Like safety.

Like belonging.

And yet, here he was—wrapped up in it, drowning in it, breathing it in with every inhale of your scent and Simon’s.

Mornings used to be nothing more than routine, but now?

Now, they were soft, easy, filled with the quiet rustling of sheets as you curled deeper into his side, your breath warm against his skin.

And Simon—always the last to fully wake when he was home sad with you both—would sigh, his heavy arm tightening around you both, keeping you close, always needing to feel you both there.

Johnny lived for these moments. The ones where the world was quiet, where all that mattered was here, in this bed, in this home you built together.

So, when Simon’s birthday rolled around, Johnny knew he wanted to make it special.

Simon wasn’t the type to expect anything—wasn’t even the type to acknowledge his own birthday.

But you and Johnny?

You weren’t going to let the day pass without showing Simon just how much he meant to you both.

---

You

You caught Johnny sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling furiously in a notebook, his brows knitted together in deep focus.

You smiled, stepping up behind him and slipping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chin against his warm skin.

“You writing me love letters, MacTavish?” you teased.

Johnny snorted, though his scent spiked with amusement. “Aye, something like that.”

You peeked over his shoulder, your fingers trailing up into his hair as you glanced at the page.

Ideas for Simon’s birthday was written at the top.

Your heart swelled.

Johnny sighed, tapping the paper. “I was thinking we do a proper dinner,” he murmured. “Something special. Just us three.”

You hummed, nuzzling into him. “Tell me more.”

“Good food, nice whiskey… maybe even a cake, though I dunno if Simon has much of a sweet tooth.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “He doesn’t. But if we make it for him, he’ll eat it.”

Johnny grinned, tilting his head to nuzzle against you. “That’s what I was thinking.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, loving the way he leaned into your touch. “I love this idea. He deserves something nice.”

Johnny exhaled softly, his hand sliding up to rest over yours.

“Aye,” he murmured, voice full of tenderness. “He does.”

---

Simon

Simon wasn’t used to surprises.

Didn’t usually like them.

But when he stepped through the front door that night, the scent hit him first.

Home.

Warm, spiced vanilla from Johnny. Soft lavender and honey from you.

His instincts settled.

Before he could fully process it, Johnny appeared in the doorway, a shit-eating grin stretching across his face.

“Happy birthday, big guy.”

Simon blinked. “What?”

Then you were there, slipping around Johnny, eyes shining, a soft smile playing at your lips as you reached for him.

“We made dinner,” you murmured, fingers curling around his wrist. “For you.”

Something in Simon’s chest tightened.

For him.

No one had ever—

Johnny stepped closer, pressing a firm hand against the back of Simon’s neck. His touch was grounding, steadying.

“Relax, mate,” Johnny murmured. “Let us take care of you tonight.”

Simon swallowed hard, his throat thick.

He let Johnny guide him further inside.

Let you press a kiss to his jaw.

Let himself feel the quiet ache of being wanted.

Of being yours.

And for the first time in a long time, Simon let himself enjoy it.

Because if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was this—

You and Johnny had already decided.

He was home.

And he always would be.

---

Later That Night

Simon sat at the table, watching as you and Johnny moved around the kitchen, completely at ease.

Johnny was plating the food, tossing a cocky grin over his shoulder. “Y’know, I think I make a pretty good househusband.”

You laughed, setting a glass of whiskey in front of Simon. “Oh? And what does that make me?”

Johnny wiggled his brows. “A goddess.”

“An angel,” Simon muttered a tiny but proud smile on his face.

Simon huffed a quiet laugh afterwards, shaking his head.

But he saw the way your cheeks flushed.

You rolled your eyes, but your scent spiked with warmth.

Johnny set a plate in front of Simon before dropping into the seat next to him, pressing his thigh against Simon’s.

You settled in across from them, your gaze soft, affectionate, full of love.

Simon exhaled, the tension in his chest loosening.

This was his.

His Dove. His Omega.

His Flirt. His Beta.

His family.

He reached out, resting his hand over Johnny’s before extending it to you, brushing his fingers along your wrist.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Johnny squeezed his fingers.

You smiled, eyes shining.

Simon let himself breathe.

Let himself belong.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Johnny & Your POV

Simon was deployed on a short mission.

Nothing too dangerous.

Nothing too far.

But the house felt emptier without him.

You sat curled up on the couch, Johnny stretched out beside you, his head resting in your lap.

Your fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching gently along his scalp.

Johnny sighed, melting into your touch. But even as he relaxed, his scent held a familiar note of longing.

“He’ll be home soon,” you murmured.

Johnny turned his head, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “Aye. Just feels different without him.”

You traced your fingers along his jaw. “We should do something special when he gets back.”

Johnny grinned, eyes brightening.

“Aye,” he agreed. “I think he’d like that.”

Because Simon never asked for much.

But you and Johnny knew exactly what he needed.

And you’d always make sure he had it.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Simon’s POV

Simon stepped through the door, exhausted.

And then he smelled it.

Home.

His chest ached.

Then— arms wrapped around his waist.

Johnny. Solid, warm, grounding.

And then you, pressing against his side, your breath shaky as you buried your face in his neck.

Simon exhaled, letting his head drop against Johnny’s, his arm pulling you closer.

No words.

Just this.

Johnny kissed his jaw, whispering, “Welcome home, big guy.”

You pressed a soft kiss behind his ear. “We missed you.”

Simon’s fingers tightened around you both, voice low, rough, full of everything he couldn’t say.

“I missed you too.”

And for the first time in his life, Simon Riley knew

He was loved. He finally knew what everyone else always said they feel to be in love. To be with a pack that is full of love and is willing to share it with him.

In that moment, he knew he would never be alone again.

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[thementalshawty]

PAC What’s Bloccin’ You From ROMANTIC Love.

Hey babies, I’m bacc with another pac I’m always hearing and getting the questions on when is love coming and I’m like aye same but there’s some things that we’re doing that’s kind of shoving love away and we don’t know what it is or we don’t wanna be real about it, well I’m here to be real some of us are purposefully pushing away love or bloccin it and we’re gonna find out why, choose between the 3 Gifs and find out what’s been bloccin you from love!!! so I won’t see your cards til I write up the reading for you guys cos I’m doing a blind reveal so I can give you very live on the spot intuition and feedbac, sometimes I like to see the cards to get an overall energy before starting the piles but something is telling me to just allow myself to experience this reading with you, hmmm maybe something in there about me we gon see.

Also I’ll be pulling one card for myself at the end to give myself a reading as well on this and I’ll love for your comments and thoughts about it, (Sumn new I wanna try)

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Let’s get started shall we 😏

Pile 1

At the bottom of the Decc for you guys you have Losing Yourself. I’m seeing that you guys easily lose yourselves in the ones that you’re involved with I’m thinking maybe even talking stages too and it’s okay to be obsessed with them I heard never stop showing affection or that you care but don’t make them your ENTIRE LIFE & EXISTENCE! You have a life too, so don’t forget to live it! This makes me feel like most of you will find love when you’re focused on you or when you’re doing something for you,living your best life you know? I’m getting a message for you saying “Also watch out for that in friendships, all relationships, all kinds.” I’m surprised that the boundaries card didn’t show up, oh well we didn’t even pull your cards yet but don’t be surprised if that’s one of the cards I feel. Yeah the main reason I feel like love is blocced for you guys is that you lose yourself completely in others which is in MY OPINION just because you don’t really know yourself that well or that confident in who you are, which is very normal so feel not type of way about it. Your first card is NOT MY TYPE. I probably have this pile cos I actually don’t know how this is a blocc but okay 🤷🏾‍♀️ you’re too picky, I think most of these people picking this pile got some kind of earth mainly Virgo placement, or you get the ICK real quicc. I am seeing that you may think only “ugly, or bleh people” hit you up or approach you but your missing out on good romantic opportunities and moments because you reject people to quicc or don’t give them chances in beating high standards which I adore! never settle Frfr, your guides are saying the same shit but they want you to be more open so maybe the person don’t have to checc off all the boxes on your list to get a chance with you, be more OPEN to different types of people, your romantic interest maybe someone you consider “NOT YOUR TYPE”. (🙄 I hate that shit to real shit cos if that don’t worc out then you’ll be even more upset cos you don’t even usually date mfs like that or whatever the case is you know, but I digress). Your next card is NOT BEING YOU. Your guides feel like you’re not showing the real you. There’s a Chris Rocc joke coming into my head, when he says when you date someone or meet someone you’re not meeting them you’re meeting their representative. This is the vibe. Some of you are shy, I think you hold bacc out of fear of judgement, or again for some of you it’s deadass lack of self and it’s bloccin you from attracting romantic love, honestly you should wanna be with someone you can be your true authentic self with and if you don’t know who that is yet than the focus shouldn’t be on romantic love it should be on SELF LOVE! You’re trying to portray perfection and this is again giving me VIRGO vibes, I’m not seeing this as you fake for some of you it’s lacc of self knowledge, but for the most of you guys it’s fear of judgement in hearing “looking weak???” You don’t like anyone seeing you vulnerable or having low moments you want to always be Beyoncé I woke up like this flawless, but hunny, the flawlessness comes from the flaws, perfection IS imperfection, what’s “wrong” about you, is what makes you right so be you always, regardless of the vibe high or low be you show you, loudly! Take the mask off and I’m hearing porcelain skin?? Don’t trip on appearing perfect, just be yourself or for some of you focus on figuring out who that is! Your last card is NEED RESCUING. This again is giving me the vibe of the previous card of not knowing yourself, or atleast trying to portray perfection. You don’t have to be perfect to find love you don’t need to sit around and pray that it falls into your lap, if you want love GO LOOK FOR IT! If you like someone shoot your shot, make your move, they feel like you’re waiting around for love to save you and they only feel you’re way more powerful than that, you go look for what you want and you don’t have to approach you can just put yourself out there, show the world that you’re ready for love.

Pile II

Aww my overly romantic pile I’m feeling. Your bottom of the Decc card is Love’s The Answer. So for you guys what’s bloccin you guys from romantic love is that you think it’s the answer for everything, I think you feel if you have a partner, Spouse, even a sneaky link you’ll feel complete, there’s only dependence in you at this time and you need to focus and work on being independent and self reliant cos SELF LOVE is the answer and the Only Answer at this time!! Your guides are reminding you that love won’t solve ALL your problems, I feel you’ll meet someone when you’re not looking for it, when YOU ARE IN YOUR ELEMENT! You honestly don’t need anyone but yourself to feel whole and complete, love isn’t the answer to the problems right now you want romantic love first then love yourself with all you got, you deserve too! show the world how to treat you by treating yourself that way! I also think right now ROMANCE isn’t in the cards for you, I think you need to be working on your independence right now, a glow up is in the cards for you and that’s sort of bloccin you from love overall I think. Your first card is Unavailable. Are you only interested in people who seem to not want a relationship right now, or that is taken themselves? I’m seeing one of the things bloccin you from romantic love is that you re only chasing people that are unavailable in some way shape or form. The funny thing is SOME OF YOU ARE THE UNAVAILABLE ONES! Some of you run away from romantic opportunities that come your way, someone can be flirting with you and you’ll find some way to push them away or run away, do you ghost people? I feel like you chase unavailable because you lowkey want it to fail, I just feel like you self sabotage yourself, you’re bloccin your own way to romance. Your next card is Too Hard. Your mind is your biggest enemy when it comes to love, I feel like you have a lot of fear when it comes to love and I’m hearing that’s it’s something about your childhood, love was hard or you seeen that those around you made it hella hard so you maybe have a mindset that love is hard or has to be to work & nah!!! Your guides want you to know that love doesn’t have to be hard to have or to find, you just have to truly allow it to flow into your life and allow the vibe to be! Just flow and glow that’s what I’m hearing, just keep swimming, just keep swimming! I’m hearing dory! Your guides don’t want you to give up but they do want you to focus on your independence cos I’m seeing that your mentality about romance needs to be unlearned and that’s where you need to work on your independence because I feel that’s going to ease your mind & heart, it’ll help love flow into your life naturally and easily I think you’re overthinking and overwhelmed about love but I honestly don’t think you know what you want in a relationship. Your guides say you just do you and the rest will follow. Your last card is, Being Needy. You have the mentality of I need it I need it I need it this to me is an iteration of the bottom card, you don’t need love to feel whole! also I feel like you may also be super needy in a relationship, hence why working on your independence is key for you to find love! It’s hella fuccin KEY 🔑! Don’t worry about finding it you’ve got some success made just for you! It’s time for you to have your spotlight, figure out what you need for you and I feel like they said (Your guides) the rest will follow! Hang out with friends and appreciate the NON romantic relationships that you have, take some pressure off your own mind and the thoughts of romance. 💘 you need a break I’m seeing, you blocc yourself from romance because your mind doesn’t recognize it so you run away, focus on you, love will knocc you off your feet literally I’m seeing that!

Pile III

This is my shy pile, nonchalant, detached emotional babies. Your bottom of the Decc card is Hiding Feelings. Ok my babies you blocc romance by not being upfront and open about your feelings, you may lead the ones you like or that like you to feel you don’t like them bacc. You may also be scared of rejection so you hide your emotions from the ones you’re interested in, but your guides are pushing you to open up about how you feel and deal with the feelings of them regardless if they like you bacc or not, I feel like hiding in the shadows won’t bring you love and it won’t make the ones you want want you, I’m hearing you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, so I’m feeling like you need to be brave. Your first card is Fear Of Loss. Again p3 you’re afraid of getting hurt so it’s like you’d rather not even waste your time even attempting to try, I feel the same way about this but you have got to understand that you’re gonna get hurt and not every swing is gonna be a hit you know. You are being urged to take a chance to take that risk, you are ready, you maybe talking to someone or there’s someone in your life you may like, you’re afraid of being abandoned which I get but that’s bloccin you from finding romantic love. Abandonment issues are huge in this pile. This gives me 8oC energy for some reason. Your Next Card is Insecurities. This shit is all put together and in your face this reading may be the shortest, I feel your insecurities and how you see yourself is bloccin you from love, there’s a lot of fear surrounding love this makes me feel like a lot of you been alone for a while or have never been in a relationship before (me either) hmm this may be my pile. I feel like again you may feel like someone may leave you or deny you if they see you so you’d rather be alone or just hide your emotions but I feel you’re so loveable and anyone who is for you will love ALL OF YOU! you need to work on building your confidence up, so that you can feel safe and secure in your relationship because I feel you’ll end it or push them away because of this you shouldn’t deny the other person a gem like you because of the chance that it MAY NOT WORK, even if it doesn’t that one relationship isn’t the end, you don’t ever have to hide your heart and soul cos that’s your compass to romantic love as well, work on your confidence and your shine will be a beacon for romantic love. You’re a runner for sure, that makes you feel uneasy, settling down or staying grounded and it can be because you’re not used to it or it never lasts but you’ll find some permanent ground with another cos I feel this is one of the only piles that has mastered INDEPENDENCE! You can be alone! Now we have to get you to be interdependent leaning on others as well as relying on yourself. We get it, you got you! I feel like you’re the type to be like nobody got me like I got me, I’ll never betray me or leave me, I feel you’ve had mo choice but to depend on you so you’re kind of stucc in your ways. Your last card is Body Shame. Again!!! Insecurities coming out, I feel like it’s both sides whether you feel you’re too big, too small, too fit, not fit enough, you don’t see yourself as beautiful or as handsome as you are and maybe you were bullied this is why I feel like this is my shy reserved babies you’ve been in the shadows you’re the baddies that work in the library nobody notices cos you got glasses on. You need to embrace who you are and be more confident in you, if they like you bacc lucky them they won, if they don’t fucc em they lost and you need to gain that mentality cos I know we all know you gon be alright on your own hunny don’t nobody got to even worry about that but that’s lowkey bloccin you from love. You feel unattractive atleast to the ones you want you need to accept yourself, ALL OF YOU! You’re perfection don’t forget that p3 don’t mf forget that!

ALRIGHTY TIGHTY BABIES IMMA NEED YOU GUYS TO GET YOUR INTUITION UP AND RUNNING FOR ME, imma pull a card for myself and give myself a reading on the same topic since im single too!!!

2 cards came out bacc to bacc so imma just flow with it, the bottom of the decc for me is Past Trauma. There’s some hurt from my past that I feel is bloccin me from romantic love cos there’s a part of me that can’t see past it, regardless if it’s a relationship trauma or something else there’s some pain there that’s keeping my heart closed from romantic love and I just may feel like it’s not worth it, or attempting to try. I need to definitely take time for me and heal my trauma before moving forward and thinking about romantic love. My first card is TOO MUCH. I feel like I’m too open, and in that sense maybe too allowing of my energy and that can invite some negative energies in, now I’m not gonna say being too honest is a problem but there’s some things I need to hold bacc and keep to myself, I tell others too much about me, all at once, it’s like this is who I am take it or leave it and my guides are like before I give my all makes sure they are worth it kicc bacc and allow them to show who they are before giving them all of me. The final card is Holding On. Again this is a reiteration of the BOD card, there’s some shit that I’m holding on too and I’m hearing it’s out of paranoia, you got me once you’ll never get me again mentality and it’s like not everyone is out to get me or hurt me or something negative and I need to allow myself to let go. Also I can be holding onto someone that need to go in my life cos this card is about starting over with someone new after cutting old ties, which is making me feel like I need to cut my old patterns and ways of thinking but again due to past trauma I need to take some time out to heal and focus on releasing things, people, and feelings that serve no more purpose.

Let me know what you think in the comments.

I hope you guys enjoyed the reading and that it resonated for you guys, 😘😘😘😘😘

[worldlxvlys]

I have been ITCHING for a latina!gf x bf!matt oneshot where the readers family is having a big get together and she brings Matt to meet everyone and he’s super nervous and yadda ya dad all that jazz but when they get there either one of the tías or the readers mama basically like steals Matt and he follows her around and gets loved on by readers big huge Mexican family and all the tiny cousins tease him cause he only knows gringo Spanish and AHHHHH I’d love love love it in your writing style 🙏😭😭😭😭

btw you’re my fav and ily and feel free to do whatever you want w the request obv 🥸🤭🫶🫶

angel

bf! matt sturniolo x latina! reader

warnings: cursing

a/n: i’m SO sorry it took me so long to get to this, i hope it was worth the wait

pls cut me some slack, i don’t have a single latina bone in my body, but i did my best 🙏🏾

for @riversandwinds <33

“matt, you’re gonna be fine. they’re gonna love you, ok?” i said as i cupped his cheek.

“are you sure?” matt asked, the worry showing clearly on his face.

“would i lie to you, my love ?” i asked him.

“no”

“it’s normal to be nervous, matt. but you don’t have to be, i’ll be there the whole time” i told him, giving his hand a peck.

“thank you” he smiled at me before placing his lips on mine in a sweet kiss.

“so, remind me, why did we get here late on purpose ?” he asked when we pulled away.

“nobody comes to these on time, matt”

“ok, but, couldn’t we have at least tried ?"

“shut up and come on” i spoke, playfully rolling my eyes at him.

**

the second my mom saw matt, she rushed over to us.

she had met matt a few months after we started dating, and instantly loved him.

“ mateo !” she yelled as she approached us. “ ¿ cómo estás, mijo ?” she placed a kiss on his cheek before pulling him into a hug.

a smile instantly grew on matt’s face as he was squeezed by the woman.

“i’m good ! i missed you!” matt spoke, beaming at her.

“well, damn. i’m here too mom” i pointed out as she continued to sway him side to side.

“i see you all the time, mateo needs his love too” she waved him off.

“yeah, i need my love too” he agreed.

i looked around in disbelief, before she began to walk off with him.

“ vamos, i want you to meet…” her voice trailed off as they got further away.

“wait, you can’t just steal him !” i yelled, before following after her.

i followed them to a group of my tías who were talking amongst themselves.

when they saw matt, the smiles on their faces grew wider.

“ ¡ qué lindo ! this is your boyfriend ?” she asked me, her eyes wide.

“ yeah” i smiled.

“this is mateo !” my mom spoke.

“i’m mateo” he repeated with a smile on his face.

“ adorable, you did good cariña “

“ i know ” i spoke before smiling at him. he smiled back at this, his cheeks turning red.

“ay ! he’s blushingggg” the group of women gushed at our flustered states.

my mom rubbed our shoulders comfortingly, before pulling us to talk to more people.

“is he…?” matt whispered to me as we passed one of my tíos who was drunkenly dancing by himself.

“yup” i answered before waving to him. he waved back with a big smile on his face.

we continued to follow my mom, introducing matt to more and more people.

“alright, are we gonna introduce him to the entire world ? i think we’re good” i told her, watching as she continued to guide him through the house.

suddenly, a flurry of kids passed us, all running and chasing each other.

one of them, my little cousin, stopped in front of us.

“ who is that ?” she asked me, pointing to matt.

“ this is matt, my boyfriend”

“hi, matt ! wanna play with us?” she asked him with a smile on her face.

he looked at me, silently asking if he should go.

“ don’t look at me, mateo. go, have fun !” i spoke, silently thanking angel for asking him and not me.

“ come on!” she yelled before dragging him away.

**

“niños, the food is ready” my abuela yelled.

the kids came running into the room, going to sit at the table, before getting stopped.

“ no, lávense las manos” she spoke, being met with several sighs as they left to wash their hands.

“ ¿ dónde estás mateo ?” i asked the children, wondering where matt went.

“he’s with angel still, she was teaching him spanish. he tried to ask me what my name was and it sounded like he was asking if i was a llama instead”

my mom bursted out laughing at that.

“it’s ok though, he’s my favorite white boy ” he said before running to wash his hands.

“dios mío” i sighed out. “let me go get this man”

when i found the two of them, i stood in the doorway, watching angel talk to him.

“ mi novia es bonita” she spoke to him.

“mi novia es bonita” he repeated. “my girlfriend is pretty”

“good, mi novia es una princesa” she said.

“mi novia es una princesa” “my girlfriend is a princess” he said.

“ now if you ever get sad, you can just say that and it’ll help you feel better. she helps me feel better too”

i knocked on the door, letting them know i was there.

“ food’s ready, guys. you hungry ?” they both nodded in response.

“is any of it spicy?” matt asked, eyes widening slightly.

“oh, baby…” i spoke, pursing my lips together.

“it’s ok, mateo ! i’ll tell you what the foods are” angel perked up at the chance to teach him more.

“alright, i’ll be there in a minute” he replied.

angel went to leave, stopping to pull me down to her level.

she looked at matt, before moving her face to my ear, cupping her hands around her mouth, “i like him” she whispered before running off .

🌺🌺🌺🌺

i’m sorry if any of the spanish is off, it shouldn’t be cause i didn’t go crazy with it, but i’m just going off of what i remember from high school spanish 😭

if this isn’t good please tell me 🙏🏾

masterlist

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[junos-jrabbles]

can i request playing a horror game with sniper… or scout

Of course!!!! I love this request so much thank you for sending it in <33 (did sniper and scout because they are The Guys of all time) Sorry this took so long!! love y'all <3

Spooky Time with the lads!!

Sniper

Would LOVE the resident evil games, dear god somebody bring this man to life, please, he needs to see chris redfield, needs to experience the joy of getting that stupid chess piece puzzle in the second game right.

Big fan of sorta niche horror games, can easily imagine him starting muttering about how a game’s mechanics were ‘directly taken from’ another game from like forty years ago you’ve literally never heard of. Probably almost exclusively uses knives and rifles, this man does not know the word "medium" LMAO

Quick time event hater, can’t find the keys quick enough, usually gets messed up. But subsequently, five minutes later, pulls off the juiciest, most amazing tactic you've ever seen.

“I don’t… Really get why they’ve got to mark everything with that ruddy yellow paint, like, I’m not blind…” This is followed by him repeatedly walking into zombies because ‘the brightness is too low’ TAKE YOUR SUNGLASSES OFFFF

Would definitely go out of his way to set the mood, assuming you guys are playing in his camper, probably on his TV (i love the 1970s let’s just play pretend…), he’d have all the lights off, and maybe a candle on, would probably play spooky music on his phone and almost shit himself when an ad plays.

Would have the time of his life, honestly, a night in playing games with you would probably be a great way to top off his day, but he definitely suggests some spooky games you guys could play outdoors, flashlight tag being top priority (he thinks it's funny as hell chasing you around in the dark)

Scout

Screaming. Endless SCREAMING.

Would definitely be the kind to run directly at a threat, screaming, and immediately start yelping like a trod on puppy when Shit Happens.

“AY! AY- NO! NAH, C’MON!” Viciously mashing buttons on the controller. “WE DON’T PLAY LIKE THAT ‘ROUND ‘ERE C’MON MAN! I DON’T WANNA FIGHT YOU! Well- Nah- okay, I do- COME HERE.” Looney tunes style monster chasing him into a room immediately turns into him chasing the monster out of the room.

^^ Absolutely a controller player, if the game doesn’t support a controller, he’s probably not playing. (He likes knowing that if he gets mad enough, he’s got an easily Throwable Item at hand /j!! He'd just find it way easier, less buttons to mess around with.)

He is definitely gritting his teeth waiting for jumpscares the ENTIRE time, especially if you decide to play a more atmospheric game. He's wincing when he has to walk around a corner,

Would absolutely be sloooowly shuffling up against your side, he’s not scared, no, what? No, definitely not scared, man! He’s the coolest Bostonian this side of… not Boston! Shaddup!

Completely misses almost EVERY quest objective, but is adamant that he knows what he's doing at all times. Eventually, after half an hour of him searching for an item, you have to vaguely guide him towards it.

If the game has weapons, you best believe that if there's a bat, he's using it, but will also rant if it breaks. "Wh- Whaddaya mean it broke in like... uh- Three swings?! That's DUMB! Man, I know I swing hard, but, c'mon!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ btw I just wanted to say to anyone who's reading this, thank you :) thank you anon for this request, thank you to everyone who's liked, reblogged, and commented, you're all so kind <3 and also some of the reblog tags I've gotten literally have me GRINNING!!!!! :D << me fr!! Hope you're all well, sorry this is short, my silly ass probably gonna write some more Sniper stuff soon :3

[frost-queen]

Travel fevers (Reader x Colin Bridgerton)

Requested by anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex–awesome–22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m, @erikasurfer

Summary: Colin and reader meet on his travels to Spain. Your father having brought you along to his travels so many times when you were young. Colin and you started to bond more, falling deeply in love. When you return to Mayfair, he introduces you to his family with the intention to make you his.

“Those barrels go in the back.” – you said pointing with your pencil in the direction. Scribbling down on the paper you were holding as the man pushed the barrel further up the ship. Another man came up the plank from the port with a barrel. – “Spices Senorita.” – he said tipping his head at you. You nodded writing down on your paper, redirecting him to a corner of the ship.

Turning slightly around to the deck of the ship, you started counting to make sure your calculations were correct. – “That’s three barrels of salt.” – you said out loud to one of the workmen by your side. – “Four barrels of pickled fish. Two with peppers and twelve boxes of oranges.” – you finished looking at him if you were correct.

“Ay senorita.” – he answered taking his hat off to you. – “Wonderful. Go take a bottle of rum, Miguel.”  - you patted him on the bac. Miguel bowed at you before taking his leave. Another one of the worker approached you, needing a signature from you. You happily signed it, gaze falling down on a man standing to stare below on the port.

“Seeing anything you like?” – you called out, catching him off guard. – “I’m… I’m sorry but did you just…” – he began running up the plank, grabbing onto the railing to get closer to you. – “Is this your ship?” – he questioned making sure he didn’t violate your property by remaining on the plank. – “Yes.” – you replied seeing him gape with curiosity at you. – “Never seen a woman own anything?” – you asked moving your hands to your hip.

The man quickly shook his head. – “No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” – he corrected himself. – “It is just admiring.” – he spoke. – “A woman doing business?” – you teased, quirking your eyebrow up. The man chuckled amusingly. – “A woman traveling the world.” – he answered making you laugh loud.

He dropped to a bow, introducing himself. – “Lord Colin Bridgerton.” – he addressed himself. You dropped into a curtsy. – “Countess Y/n Y/l/n.” – you introduced yourself. – “Would my lord be interested in the invitation of welcoming on my ship?” – you asked, gesturing behind you. – “I will gladly accept, your ladyship.”

You moved aside for Colin to step on the deck. Guiding him to a spot on the deck near the masts. Using barrels as seating. Miguel approached, placing two glasses down. – “Apologies that it is not as comfortable as you are used to, my lord.” – you said while Miguel poured the drinks. Colin smiled politely. – “Part of the experience.” – he answered making you smile. Colin and you rose your glass before drinking.

You set your glass down, admiring the man for a moment. – “What brings you to Spain?” – you asked curious what an English lord was doing so far from home. – “The culture.” – he answered, setting his glass down as well. – “I needed to spread my wings a bit before returning home.” – he added. – “I see. The women must be interesting then.” – you responded making him nearly choke on his drink.

“I…I…” – he started, trying to hide his laugh, waving his hand across. – “Oh goodness did I make you blush?” – you teased looking mischievous at him. Colin set his glass back down, clearing his throat. Throwing you flirtatious glance back. – “Is there a lord Y/l/n?” – he wanted to know, being very curious.

You shook your head. Colin looked all smug, gleaming with your response. Placing his hand on the barrel in front of him, he was intrigued to know more about you. – “What makes a countess like yourself travel so far from England as well?” – he said. You leaned your elbows on the barrel, chin resting on your hands. – “My father used to bring me along to his travels ever since I was a young child.” – you told him. – “Travelling is in my blood.” – you finished.

“My father cared so much to be present with the imports. My mother died when I was very young, so he had no other choice than to take me along. He’d rather travel the world with me around then return after so long and having missed seeing me grow up.” – you explained, leaning back to gaze at the horizon for a moment.

“Your father sounds like a remarkable man.” – Colin answered. – “He is.” – you sighed out. – “Is he…?” – Colin was curious. – “Gods no.” – you called out half in shock. – “He is simply enjoying retirement. The longs trips take a toll on his body. He is back at home managing from afar.”

Colin hummed loud. He rose his glass once more. – “To your father.” – he said to toast. You brought your glass up as well, letting it touch with his. – “To travelling.” – you replied before taking a sip. – “What is your next destination?” – Colin asked pointing at the last barrels that were loaded on deck. – “Portugal.” – you told him. –“Then it is a trip back home.” – finishing. Colin glanced teasingly your way.

You leaned closer to him. – “Care to join or does my lord have other obligations?” – you flashed your gaze down to his lips before locking them on his eyes once more. Colin came leaning in as well, arm resting on the barrel. – “I have no other obligations my ladyship than to come with you.” – he answered, eyeing your lips as well.

If he were still in England, he didn’t know if he would be so bold. But something about being away from the ton and restrictions made him act more freely. Perhaps it was also the culture not being so stiff as England that he adored.

You poured him another glass, chatting a bit more till it was time to leave the port. Taking the long journey to Portugal. Colin has been on a ship before, yet this one felt special. You had invited him that night to dine with him. Something instantly clicking. Colin and you kept throwing glances at each other from across the table. His head spinning as he felt himself go feral for you. The way you were teasing him by just being present.

The ladies in Spain were pleasant, but you were on a different level. Perhaps it was the wine or the rockiness of the waves that made him act so out of control. Colin got up going round the table to you. You blinked surprised when he pressed his hands against your cheeks. Guiding you upwards as you rose from your seat. Eyes locked on each other with the most lovable expression.

“Forgive me your ladyship.” – he breathed against your skin before smacking his lips to yours. You felt the deepness of his kiss, holding him. Retrieving your lips, you turned round, swiping your hands over the table to clear the way. Colin smirked as you hopped onto the table. Grabbing him by his shirt, you pulled him close, wanting his lips on yours once more.

It took around a month to arrive at the harbour of Portugal. Colin and you deeply falling in love with each other. You were arranging the supplies as Colin was watching you from afar. Smiling admirable at you. Feeling himself lucky that he found you on his travels. Your gaze locked briefly on him, smiling. Colin walked over, feeling as if it was his cue to come closer to you. He approached you, taking your hand to kiss it.

It made you chuckle, giving him a playful shove. – “It is nice to see husband and wife travelling together.” – a worker said with a thick accent as he helped some crates board the ship. – “Oh we aren’t…” – You told him, waving your hand across. – “Not yet.” – Colin interrupted, making you gape at him. He took your hand once more, smiling.

“For I intend to make you mine once we return home, Y/n.” – he said leaving another kiss on your hand. It made you bashful. – “I’ll be holding you onto that dearest Colin.” – you replied giving him a playful shove. Colin assisted you in the business, recounting the supplies to be extra certain. You finished up the paperwork, paying the dockworkers from Portugal.

They were preparing the ship to sail out as you stood by the railing. Colin came over, moving his arms around your waist. – “Now another month of sailing before we are on English soil.” – you informed him as he left a kiss on your shoulder. – “The only reason I am looking forward to getting back home is to make you my wife.” – he breathed out leaving another kiss on your shoulder.

It tickled making you move your shoulder up. – “What will your family say?” – you turned around in his embrace to face him. – “Leaving to travel Europe and return with a girl whom you wish to marry.” – you said teasingly. Colin smiled keeping his hands against your cheeks. – “Not just any girl. My beautiful, beautiful Y/n.” – he responded before kissing you. A month passed as the ship was on English ground. The shipment send out to other businesses as you received payment for them.

Colin and you got into a carriage, riding for him home. You were very nervous as you wondered what his family might think. Colin holding your hand gave you some comfort. The trip was long with several stops, but you were glad to make it to the mainland. Mayfair. The hometown of Colin Bridgerton. The carriage came to a stop before the house. Colin getting out, holding his hand out to you. You accepted it, getting out as well.

The doorman opened the door. Colin held his finger up to you, wanting you to wait just a moment. He entered the drawing room as you heard lots of loud voices and screams of happiness. Stroking any last wrinkles out of your dress, you prepared yourself to meet his family. Colin reappeared, holding his hand out to you. You took it as he lead you into the drawing room. – “Mother, brothers, sisters I want you to meet my betrothed Countess Y/n Y/l/n.” – Colin introduced you as you curtsied deep for them.

Violet looked with surprise at her son. – “Countess?” – Anthony said to Benedict, surprised that his brother had aimed so high. – “It is a pleasure meeting you, Viscountess Bridgerton.” – you said, curtsying once more. – “She’s pretty.” – Hyacinth said to Francesca.

Violet smiled delightful, coming over to give you a hug. – “Oh look at you.” – she said holding her hand under your chin. Smiling, she held her hand, looking back at her own children. That was their cue as Hyacinth rushed over to you. She wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tight.

“I have a new sister.” – she said squeezing you in her embrace. Colin tapped her on the shoulder, to let go. – “I have brought gifts for you all from my travels.” – you told them. You handed Hyacinth her gift as she gasped loud. You then gave everyone else their gift as they were obsessed with how wonderful it was. Colin smiled back at you, kissing your hand.

Proud that his family had accepted you and seen just how wonderful you are. Colin and you waited till the appropriate time after the social season to get married. Forever binding to each other. Travelling Europe together for business whenever it was needed. A life Colin couldn’t say goodbye to anymore.

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[miguelsslvt]

SO AFTER READING your ... Miguel smut 😩✊ which is so freaking good and I wanted to ask if you can make an bodyguard/brat tramer !Miguel x FM/sassybrat!reader PLS I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE PLS SMUT please I'm on my knee on this idea like pls imagine Miguel trying n to do his job but FMbrat!reader wouldn't stay put and bend her over any surface and GO ABOUSTLY *Feral*ON her not giving READER ANY BREAK ! ONLY making her an moaning MESS while SAYING such thing like

"Oh? ..f-fu..So... This will shu-fu-ck!~....You so tight huh? You like when.!-.. I treat you like a...~!*fucking*slut" *"Mis extremas*" ( I use Google translate I'm so sorry if it wrong pls correct me I am!😭)

🗣🗣🗣🗣😩😩✊I CANT I NEED THIS PLS GURLL!.mother I love your writing🙌

(Im definitely a normal think about this man ,Miguel ohara)

bodyguard! brat tamer! miguel x brat! reader smut

word count: 445

TW: hugely nsfw, hair pulling, overstimulation, creampie.

A/N: SWEETHEART I FEEL YOU!! i was so excited to do this request because as a brat myself, i love this concept so much. brat tamer miguel has my heart djhisdjdgkl!! anyways, welcome to the club! ^^

god, did you regret not listening to his warning sooner. you were in the kitchen, whining as usual.

'no! i don't want to go see my dad!!' 'y/n your father wants to make sure y-' 'i don't care! who are you for me to listen to!? you aren't anyone special!' you whined. god, you were such a princess.

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'still not anyone special am i, sweetheart? because i-.. ay coño... i think i'm the one fucking you so hard you can't focus right now.~' he said behind your ear, as you held onto the kitchen counter for dear life. you were a moaning mess, eyes rolled back as miguel relentlessly plowed his way into you.

'aww poor princess.. can't even process a single word other then my name hm?~' he teased, pulling your hair back as you let out a squeal. 'm-miguel!! p-lease~ g-gonna-' 'oh no no muñeca.. only good girls get to cum. and i don't think you've been good have you?' he mocked, as you moaned in response, drool spilling from your mouth. miguel let out a light chuckle.

'aw look at you, you're lucky your dad let me to take care of you, hm? i wonder what he would think if he saw you like this.. all blabbering nonsense as your bodyguard fucks some sense into you~'

god, you couldn't feel anything. you were close, so close. but you knew that if you'd cum, miguel would make this so much worse then it had to be. even though you liked a challenge, you couldn't even form words to think right now, let alone another punishment.

'i-i'll b-be g-good! i-i swear!' you cried out, a moaning mess as tears and drool fell down your face, down to your neck. your hair stuck onto your forehead, as the restr was held by miguel's strong hand, where his other was on your hip, guiding you deeper onto his 9 inches.

'good? yeah? you'll be good for me muñeca?' he panted, feeling his climax arising. 'm-mhm!! y-yes- m-miguel ple-ase!~' you moaned out, as he let go of your hair and started to play with your clit.

you were practically chanting 'yes, please, miguel' as if your life depended on it. 'g-gonna..! i- m-miguel-' 'shh.. cum for me sweetheart, i know i know, you've been too good for me to not let you cum.' he said, as with that, you broke.

as your pussy spasmed around his cock, miguel let out a loud groan as he came moments after you, filling you. you gasped for air, as he panted with you.

wait, didn't your dad request to see you earlier? is that a knock on the door?!

[neteyamyawne]

🎀 — Cockwarming

༄ Pairing : Miles Quaritch x Fem!Scientist!reader

༄ Summary : You have always the colonel's personal plaything, His little slut, and when he says has a phone call in the midst of fucking you into oblivion, he makes sure to have his cock nice and warm till the call ends.

༄ Warning : semi-public sex? Cockwarming, PinV, Daddy/babygirl dynamic, age gap, explicit.

༄ Word count : 1k proof read.

༄ Note : Y'all I'm so down bad for him, like omg! And I'm sorry so SUCH a late update, but life's been giving me like a ton of lemons and I don't have enough time to make lemonade but I'm trying, I'm getting into writing again (in between my exams, i know I'm crazy) all my pending fics will come!!

It was usual wednesday afternoon, head bent down on your desk with a new plant specimen that Daniel, the department head, needed an detailed report on, which meant EVERY detail was meant to be written, rushing from one station to another as you collected information diligently as the afternoon slipped late and so did an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise but he was quick to place a hand on your mouth to stop it as he bent down and chuckled near your ear.

“Wacha doing, cupcake?” he grumbled against your neck, pressing a few kisses and a few nips to your cheek and ear, not giving you enough time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you out of the laboratory like a potato sack while you angrily protested, hitting him with your fists “Put me down, you tall smurf, I have work!!”

He raised his eyebrow at your nickname and smacked your ass making you squeak in embarrassment “What did you call me, cupcake?” his tone was low enough to give you your needed warning about what was to come but you couldn't help but whine

“I’m working, sir, Daniel would kill me if i don’t complete it soon!” you were slightly exaggerating it but who cares when you were with the colonel himself? He just chuckled at your complaints and walked around the lab to get out without hitting anything “where’s this Daniel guy-” he didn’t have to wait as Daniel himself came grumbling to your desk as he held a file in his hand “Y/n, how many time have I to- told….”

He trailed off as he Quaritch with you on his shoulder, ass up “puny, do you mind if i borrow one of your scientist for a while” his voice dared Daniel to say no, but the nosy scientist knew better as he immediately nodded to the secOps colonel “Of course, of course! she’s… all yours” he said with clear disdain written on his face, of course he couldn’t have you under his thumb for a long while now.

Miles was more than happy as he carried you back to his quarters while your embarrassed face stayed hidden in his muscular back, other passerbyers were not surprised at the scene, being used to it by now, it was a weekly occurrence if not daily and he took nothing but pride in the fact that others were watching, he didn’t give a fuck.

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You knew what was coming and you fucking enjoyed the thorough drilling he gave you, his sweet cupcake who could do no wrong, his hand on your bare back, guiding your wet pussy on his cock like a wet glove, ass smacking into his skin with rhythmic slaps, your gasps muffled by his huge hand covering your saliva coated mouth.

"just like that cupcake... Such a sweet little whore for me, ay? Letting daddy fuck your brains out" He growls in your ear as he fists your hair, gripping it tightly to send that delirious shiver down your spine, your messed up moans were incoherent to understand as he picks you up and flips you over like a rag doll before pulling out, laying down on his back after he pulls you on top of him, making you sink down on him again without any mercy.

Your whimpers were unheard of by him as Miles only gave you a few minutes before he was pistoning his hips back up into your dripping cunt, making your tits bounce almost pornographically, a string of slurs escaped your mouth as he coached your body to bounce on his cock "Fuck! Daddy... Thrust... S- shit"

He just smirked at your angelic voice, tired from the relentless rounds until a holographic square appeared on the bedside table, vibration loudly as bold letters showed who called "General Ardmore" bright on the screen

It was quiet for a minute as he stopped, placing you down, cock still snug in your warmth, both of you quiet for a while before he spoke "Keep your mouth shut for me okay? Don't want her to hear you, hmm?" He whispered before he sat up, an unwilling groan wisping through your lips until you shut up when met with his glare as he picked up the call and placed it on his ear.

General Ardmore spoke from the other side while he specifically shifted to torment your already overstimulated hole, nudging back and forth and watch as you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, his other hand gently caressing your waist, sharp eyes following your shaking legs to the point of connection of your bodies.

He purposely placed the call on the speaker, making you listen to her points about the new mission but all you see and hear were his smirk and quiet chuckles as he kept you impaled on himself, the call was long and agonizing, having you as his Cockwarmer while chatting with her like he wasn't engaged in something much more serious

As he talked to her about the details when he moved up inside you and you squealed suddenly and he stopped, Ardmore stopped "Colonel, is someone there with you?" He scrutinized you heavily and you couldn't help but squirm under his gaze "No, General must be some wild animal outside" he covered up for you as he covered your mouth.

He spoke and nodded to the general's words, keeping your mouth shut and fucking you silently "understood, General, I'd work on it" he said gruffly before ending the call the threw the phone on the mattress before he saw your tear-stained face and rolled his eyes "you sneaky slut, can't keep your mouth shut can you? Then show daddy how loudly you can scream my name" he smiled maliciously before flipping you over with his hand snaking to your throat.

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