#None of this is to argue with OP

[havegaysex]

It definitely varies widely but check your local library events page, and if your Library district doesn't have anything cool check the next nearest one that you can get to, you don't have to be a library card holder to go to a event at a library for free

like man doesn’t it fucking suck that there’s not really any public space. that you can’t go anywhere without spending money on food or transportation, that unless you wanna sit on a mall bench all day or browse library shelves you basically can’t do anything in public? even standing in front of a building without paying for something (“loitering”) is illegal. everything is built to punish homeless people which means if you ever want to sit down or rest or exist in public every building and park bench and windowsill is telling you to kill yourself instead. maybe that has something to do with the unpleasantness of online spaces, where everyone is shoved together into a giant digital chamber because it’s the only “public square” still available while also being isolated and alone in their room on their phone because everything sucks and a global pandemic is still happening. like I’m just saying I think that has more to do with how annoying people are on the internet than like mcu fanfiction

[ofthebrownajah]

😶

[casketears]

people on this site watching the severance finale will be like ohhh my god wait... they're both orpheus. oh my goddd they're both eurydice. that's great man. now tell me what exactly the story of orpheus/orpheus (didn’t have anything to look back for) and eurydice/eurydice (died and stayed dead) would even look like

[fandomymous-anonymous]

Hello and welcome!

I'm Fandom Anon! I have not picked out a name for myself here, but someday I'm sure one will come to me.

Sometimes I write. Sometimes I don't. If you want to suggest something for me to write, my askbox is open.

My current fandoms are DCU, Kir.by (yeah I know), and Hermitvore, but I do have OCs that I'll probably share eventually

[yungistiny]

rage mode

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which yunho’s roommate likes to test his patience

warning: pissed off yunho, brat reader, slight audophilia, wooyoung is a little perv, slight choking, spanking, unprotected sex

pairing: gamer yunho x afab reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.2k

part two

masterlist

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“Damn it, y/n, stop fucking killing me!”

Yunho’s voice sounded beyond annoyed, borderline completely pissed off. You could hear it in the way there was a slight growl undertone in his deep, tired voice. It was well past midnight, himself and his two roommates along with some of their friends had been playing this new online co op game for the last… 4…. 5 hours? Honestly, Yunho had lost track of the time.

“That’s what you get for getting me killed earlier.” Y/N replied back, her voice filled with amusement and dripping with pettiness. Yunho had half a mind to pause the game, march across the hall to her bedroom and unplug her pc. She had been nonstop killing him for the last hour or so and Yunho was starting to reach his breaking point.

“It’s not fucking funny, y/n! And it wasn’t my fault you and Wooyoung are using the same character.” Yunho snapped into his headset. He had even told his two roommates that choosing the same character to play as would be confusing for everyone and a bad idea. Did they listen? Of fucking course they didn’t. “Y/N, I swear to god!” He growled, avoiding just being shot once again.

“Swear to god,” Yunho could practically hear the smirk she had as y/n teased him, sniping his player with quick precision, a frustrated snarl echoing in her ears from her headset as Yunho was clearly pissed. “what would your mother say?”

“Could you two like… I don’t care, fuck and shut up already?” Jongho was tired of their back and forth bickering. He could practically feel the tension between the two and he was three blocks away in his own apartment.

Yunho and Y/N both shut up, their silence suddenly very loud and noticeable. “Well that shut them the fuck up.” Wooyoung was snickering, San and Jongho both joining him. Both his roommates probably thought Wooyoung was oblivious to their little tryst they had going on but their walls were thin and y/n was very vocal.

“It’s after 2:00 am, I promised Seonghwa I’d meet him for lunch tomorrow.” Y/N was lying straight through her teeth but the guys were none the wiser as she left the game. Yunho sighed in relief to not have her constantly up his ass, actually being able to try and explore the new game and have fun without getting killed every few minutes.

Yunho was so focused in the game now he didn’t see y/n open her bedroom door across the hall, he himself had left his bedroom door open. Y/N glanced down the hall towards Wooyoung’s, his door was shut and she could hear him yelling at Jongho over something in the game. Dropping to her knees, y/n smirked, biting her bottom lip as she crawled quietly across the carpeted floor into Yunho’s room.

She paused a second, taking in his big frame in sitting slightly hunched over in his gaming chair, completely focused on the game, the clicking of the keyboard and mouse loud. The only thing he had on clothing wise was a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. His headset sat atop his messy dyed dirty blonde hair.

Yunho couldn’t hear her movements over Wooyoung and Jongho now the ones arguing in the game through his headset, but he certainly felt her when she brushed against his leg, crawling under his desk. He looked down at her as the game was on the load screen, y/n peeking up at him now between his legs. “What are you doing?” He mouthed so the others wouldn’t hear over the headset.

Y/N only smirked at him. This was payback for not only getting her killed in the game but how he left her edged and on the brink of orgasm the day before. They had gotten into an argument in the living room, something about someone going into Yunho’s room and turning off his pc while he had a game paused.

An argument that eventually lead to Yunho having y/n bent over the couch, a hand gripping her hair, head pulled back as he was hitting it from behind, the lewd noises loud, echoing in the apartment along with y/n loud cries and moans mixed with Yunho’s filthy words.

“You do that shit on purpose, don’t you?” His hand came down hard on her ass causing y/n to jolt forward and giving Yunho the perfect opportunity to grip her waist and yank her back, dick thrusting all the way back inside her aching, edged cunt. “Fucking brat.”

His hand was tangled back in her hair, yanking her up, y/n back against his chest just as keys could be heard at the front door. Yunho had pulled out of her and darted to his room, trying not to trip over his own feet. Y/N had snatched her discarded clothes up and darted to her own room just before Wooyoung walked through the door.

Yunho clenched his jaw as y/n glided her hands up his legs, fingers grazing his bellybutton before dipping into the waistband of his pants and pulling them back just enough to be able to pull his hardening dick free.

His dick always betrayed him when it came to her. “This is what you get for leaving me to finish myself yesterday.” She wrapped her hand around him, working a steady rhythm up and down his length until Yunho had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, his dick now fully hard and aching to be buried inside her, mouth, pussy, he wasn’t picky.

“Dude, you good?” Jongho asked when a deep moan escaped Yunho, echoing in his friend’s ears through their headsets when y/n tongue started licking at his tip, hand still jerking him, thumb tracing a prominent vein that had Yunho almost whimpering.

“I…. I yeah… I just stubbed my toe under…. my desk.” It was a terrible lie and it wouldn’t be a good enough excuse to cover up the almost growl that left him when y/n removed her hand to bring his entire length into her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag at the fullness and stretch.

“Ok, what the hell?” This time it was San who called him out. Yunho switched his movements from the mouse to the keyboard, using one hand to continue playing while reaching down to tangle his other hand into y/n hair, gripping it and gaining control, making her slow down the sudden messy, gagging, bob of her head on his dick. “Wooyoung, you just ran right into that fucking sniper!” Yunho ignored San, heart racing, that familiar tightness in his stomach growing.

How Yunho managed to play with one hand y/n had no idea but then again, he was annoyingly good at everything. She could feel he was close, his dick twitching against her tongue as he continued to move her head, fucking her mouth at a steady pace as he continued playing the game. He was biting his bottom lip so hard to keep from making anymore noise, it would be suspicious if he just muted his mic, his friends are nosy and would ask questions.

Suddenly, a loud “FUCK!” left Jongho when his player was killed, loud enough to muffle the deep moan that left Yunho as he came, y/n swallowing every last drop of his release, tears slightly forming at the crease of her eyes due to Yunho pushing her head down as far as he could get her, y/n nose pressed against pelvis.

Yunho released the grip he had on her, his hand moving to cover his mouth as his breathing came out in shallow pants. Y/N gasped for her own breath, wiping at her face before crawling up into Yunho’s lap. He had to mute his mic then. “Are you fucking serious right now? Wooyoung is literally down the hall, my door is open and…”

“Shut up.” Y/N rolled her eyes at him because she honestly just didn’t give a shit anymore. They’d been sneaking around for over two months now and she was tired. So what if their friends found out? The worst they’d do is tease them before finding something else to throw dumb jokes at. “Besides…” she smirked, reaching without Yunho seeing her to unmute his mic. “you’re already getting hard again.”

If Yunho would just look at his computer screen he’d notice the way his friends players were no longer moving. If he wasn’t so distracted by the taste of himself lingering on y/n tongue as she kissed him, he probably would of noticed how Wooyoung, San and Jongho had all grown dead silent through his headset.

“Wait…” Yunho pulled his headset off, carelessly placing it onto his desk, pausing his game. He’d tell the guys he had to use the bathroom or something, whatever. He’d make something up. “Take this off.” He was pulling at y/n shirt, helping her take it off, tossing it behind him somewhere on the floor in his room.

Of course she had no fucking bra on, Yunho dove in, arms wrapping around her, helping y/n to get some friction through her pajama shorts against his dick as he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth.

“No teasing, you did enough of that yesterday.” Y/N pulled at his hair, yanking his head back, Yunho’s lips so plump, face flushed, ears red. “Just fuck me.” Yunho was so lost in her, the mere thought of having his dick buried inside her that he completely forgot his door was open, still no idea that his mic was not on mute.

“Look at you” Yunho was smirking now, hands gripping her waist to hold her still. “so desperate for my dick you almost got us caught.”

Almost? Y/N refrained from smirking back at his cluelessness, instead putting on her best pleading face, lips pouting, moaning his name as she could feel him, hard, pressing against her aching cunt through the silky lilac fabric of her shorts. “Come on, please…” She barely ever begged but she was damn horny. Another reason why she liked to push his buttons, angry Yunho was a complete turn on for her.

Yunho let her go, nodding his head at her as y/n was quick to crawl off his lap and remove her shorts, him lifting his hips in his chair just enough to give space to shove his sweatpants on down his legs, kicking them under his desk. “Ride me.” Yunho’s voice dropped, so deep it had y/n clenching around nothing as he guided her back to straddling him.

Yunho gripped a hand against one of the little arms of his gaming chair to help steady them as y/n own hands pulled herself up using his shoulder for leverage, Yunho’s other hand reaching to help guide his dick into her, moans leaving them both as he filled her to the hilt. Both of Yunho’s hands went to grip at her hips, y/n own going to tug at his hair, the other around his throat.

“Why are we still listening?” San exclaimed over his headset. The lewd noises echoing in their ears from Yunho’s end made it very clear what was going on. “Because it’s fucking hot.” Wooyoung stated, practically whimpering towards the noises of his roommates.

“Wooyoung, you fucking freak.” Jongho teased him before clearing his throat as a rather loud moan escaped Yunho, y/n name on his lips. “Dude, go do something! They’re your roommates.” He could go and tell them to shut the fuck up. The sound of them together a little too hot for all three of them listening. They all had a boner.

“Fuck…. you always feel me up so…. good….” Y/N was a gasping, crying mess. Legs shaking, breathless. She could feel her orgasm ready to burst with every touch of Yunho’s dick hitting her g spot. Her stomach was in knots, eyes practically crossed as he held her arms behind her, using his knees as leverage to pound into her from where she straddled him in his gaming chair.

Yunho was close too, thrusting sloppy and fast, kissing at any part of her skin he could reach from his position. “So fucking good….. so fucking good for me…” he was mumbling, moaning, whining against her throat.

“Mine.” He pulled back, smirking, pupils blown. “My brat.” Two more deep thrusts and y/n was coming with his name a scream ringing from her lips. Four more thrusts and Yunho was coming, filling her so fucking full his legs shook.

They both yelled, Yunho groaning when he broke the fall as their movements caused the chair to rock off balance, plummeting them both to the floor. Yunho’s arms were wrapped tightly around y/n, dick sliding out of her as she slipped up his body. Both of them were panting, breathless, both from post orgasm and the fall.

“Holy shit…” Wooyoung was standing in the doorway, gaze dark as he had been watching them from Yunho’s open bedroom door. It’s not like he meant to, he was gonna knock on Yunho’s door but then… well… he couldn’t fucking look away. His roommates were so fucking hot together. He knew they had to of noticed the prominent hard bulge in his loose black pajama pants.

“You guys want a third?”

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note: am I putting together a gamer yunho full story? well yes!

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[uramakimochi]

One Piece scenario:

A CELESTIAL DRAGON WANTS THEIR fem!S/O

- Luffy Ace and Sabo x Reader -

Zoro Sanji and Law version

Warnings: nothing just fluff, use of Y/n, FEM!R, protective ASL Bros because i'm a sucker for this shit hihihi. It's been i while since i wrote for OP so i hope the characters are not ooc.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

LUFFY (feat. the Strawhat Crew)

You and your crew were wandering around the island you had landed on, both to refuel and have some fun. Every now and then it was good for all of you not to think about One Piece, adventure and the marines. Even just a day of complete relaxation could be useful to everyone and if Luffy was fine with it too then there was no problem. The entire crew was on land, there was no one left on the Sunny as it remained docked at the dock, safe, so that all your companions could take a tour of the city. Nami dragged you and Robin shopping, Chopper and Usopp admired the shops around you, Franky and Brook chatted at the back of the group, Sanji wanted to join you girls but every time Zoro made a comment about his perversion the two got into arguing as usual. And finally there was Luffy, who was begging you to stay with him.

“Y/nnn~” Luffy whined, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing himself against your back. "Come with me to find a restaurant, i'm so hungry!"

You smiled tenderly, raising a hand to pat his head, but Nami glared at him.

"If you need meat so badly, why don't you go with the others and find a place to eat instead of staying here and whining?" she said, trying to get him to detach from your body.

But Luffy protested, and wrapped his elastic arms around your body a couple more times, so that Nami couldn't do anything.

“But i want to be with Y/n!” He retorted, rubbing his cheek against yours, making Robin and Chopper giggle.

Nami gritted her teeth, she raised a hand and then...

BONK!

“Stop being such a baby!”

"Ow ow oww..." Luffy whimpered in pain, then he raised his head and glared at the girl. "What's your problem Nami?!"

You watched with pitying eyes as the bump grew on his head and you shifted your gaze to Nami.

"Nami... Aren't you exaggerating?"

But she crossed her arms and huffed.

"It's not my fault that he's always clinging to you. Is it wrong that i also want to spend some time with my girlfriends??"

“N-No, of course not…” you replied with an uncertain smile, not wanting to unnerve her further.

"Why do you always have to be so violent, it's not fair!" Luffy exclaimed again, holding you close. "Y/n is much nicer than you! You are mean Nami!"

"Call me mean again and i swear you'll get 10 more punches!" the girl retorted.

While you and Usopp tried to calm down the argument that was about to arise between the two, suddenly someone among the passersby started shouting.

"They are coming!"

"Everyone get on your knees, quick!"

Luffy got off your back and you and the others turned to see what was happening, seeing a small group of men approaching. Chopper and Usopp let out frightened squeals and immediately knelt on the ground as all the villagers were doing. It was at that moment that you and the others realized that that was none other than a World Noble.

“Shit… What is a Celestial Dragon doing here?” Sanji cursed under his breath, gripping his cigarette between his teeth.

"I don't know, but we better kneel on the ground like everyone else, so we won't have any problems" Franky replied.

So the rest of the crew also knelt on the ground, albeit reluctantly. The only one who hesitated to do so was obviously Luffy and you took his hand, pulling him towards you.

"Luffy come on, get down" you tried to call him.

Luffy turned to look at you with a serious look.

"I've punched a Celestial Dragon before, they don't scare me"

"Yes, but it's better not to create problems that could bring trouble to these people. If we stay silent, sooner or later they'll go away, okay?" You murmured, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please, kneel down"

Luffy clenched his fists, but obeyed and he slowly knelt down next to you. You placed a hand on top of his and gave him a small, understanding smile, though he didn't return it. But you could understand it. And you all wanted to rebel against that selfish idiot of a noble, but the first time you had faced Admiral Kizaru it hadn't gone so well. So it was best to let it go so you could go back to doing your things without any hindrance.

"Hey you!" someone exclaimed.

Casting a quick glance, you realized that the Celestial Dragon had set its sights on your captain. You quickly took Luffy's hat and placed it on top of his head, trying to cover his face a little so as not to draw too much attention. But now it was useless. The Celestial Dragon descended from the poor human who was forced to carry him on his back and headed towards you, followed by two bodyguards and two knights.

"What took you so long to kneel down? Don't you know who i am?" the noble asked from inside his bubble.

You saw the gun glinting from his belt and you hoped with all your heart that he didn't use it. Luffy was immune to bullets, but you and the others were not.

Shit shit shit!

But then...

"Oh..."

You slowly raised your head to look at him and saw the Celestial Dragon pass his eyes over the crew, with a more surprised look.

“I see some very beautiful girls here…” he murmured, alternating his gaze from Nami to Robin, until his eyes then landed on you. "You!"

Your eyes widened when he pointed a finger at you.

"I have decided, you will be my wife!" he exclaimed.

"What?!" you and the others exclaimed at the same time, feeling a blow to your heart, while Luffy jerked his head up to look at him.

"Actually, you wouldn't be the first, but you're much prettier than all the other wives i've had, so you'll be staying with me for a while" the noble said casually, ignoring how Zoro had already placed a hand on his sword and Sanji's murderous look.

"Y-You can't do that!" Chopper exclaimed fearfully.

“Y/n is our friend and part of our crew, she'll never be your wife!” Usopp continued.

"Shut up you filthy pirates!" the Celestial Dragon then said, pointing a gun at your friends, making them fall silent. "I am a World Noble and i can do whatever i want! If you dare to cross me i will call the Navy and it will be the end of you!"

You felt Luffy's hand grip yours tightly and when you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you saw him grit his teeth, remaining silent.

The Celestial Dragon snapped his fingers, then he pointed a finger at you.

"Take her to my palace. And if she rebels, hit her, but try not to ruin her face too much" he ordered one of his bodyguards, who took a step forward.

“Of course sir, we will make sure she is brought to your home in good condition”

The two walked towards you and you widened your eyes in fear, backing away. And when one of the two men reached out to grab your arm, he was suddenly thrown backwards, across the street and into the wall of a house in the distance. The citizens around you widened their eyes and some began to murmur in fear.

The Celestial Dragon widened his eyes and the knights behind him drew their swords, pointing them at your crew. Then the other bodyguard tried to grab you, but he met the same fate as his companion, thrown away by a punch to the face.

"H-How dare you?!" the Celestial Dragon shouted, raising his gun. "How dare you rebel against me! I'll make you pay for this!"

You turned to Luffy and saw him slowly stand up, letting go of your hand and standing protectively in front of you. He no longer cared about anything, he no longer cared that there was now a World Noble in flesh and bones in front of him. If someone wanted to take away one of his crew, if someone wanted to take you away, they would have to go over his corpse first.

"I'm not afraid of you" Luffy said, looking at him from under the shade of his straw hat. “And if you think that Y/n will ever want to come with you, you are very wrong”

Zoro stood up, following his captain's deeds and Sanji did the same.

"We know our girls are beautiful" the blond said, lighting a new cigarette and bringing it to his lips. “But their place is with us and i won't let a disgusting person like you take away our sweet Y/n”

Zoro didn't say anything, but simply pulled out one of his swords. Franky, Brook, Nami, Robin also stood up and finally Chopper and Usopp, determined after a few seconds of hesitation. Luffy had made up his mind and there was no going back.

Robin held out a hand to you with a smile, helping you to your feet and Nami positioned herself next to you.

The Celestial Dragon let out an angry grunt and pointed his gun at Luffy.

"Grr! What are you waiting for?! Attack them! And bring that woman here to me!"

The two soldiers ran towards Luffy with swords drawn, but before they could strike him, both were knocked out in seconds by Sanji and Zoro.

"Now give him a lesson Luffy" Zoro said with a smirk.

Luffy advanced on the Celestial Dragon, clenching his fists at his sides.

"S-Stay back!" he shouted, firing a couple of shots that made you jump.

Luffy promptly dodged them without any problem until he came within inches of his face.

"She's staying with me"

A shout, another punch on the nose and another World Noble who just received what he deserved.

You stared wide-eyed at the Celestial Dragon's body on the ground, his eyes white and his face bleeding. Silence reigned in the village for another couple of seconds, until the citizens began to shout and clap.

"There's nothing to be happy about!" Usopp whimpered, running his hands through his hair. "The Navy will be here soon!"

“Why do these things always happen to us?” Nami then complained, making Robin and Franky giggle, while Chopper started crying.

"I think we better go now, before we get into serious trouble" Brook said then.

Luffy turned, walking towards you and you flashed him a grateful smile.

"Thank you Luffy"

He continued to look at you seriously, until a wide smile spread across his face.

"Well i couldn't let them take you away, could i?" he exclaimed, then reached out and took your hand. “Hey, Y/n… You really want to be with me, right?”

You looked at him with red cheeks and bright eyes and while Sanji knelt on the ground heartbroken, the rest of the crew looked at you with tender looks.

“Wherever you go, i go too, Luffy” you replied then, making your fingers intertwine. "You are my captain. And you are also my family. I will always be by your side"

Luffy chuckled and then leaned forward to leave a loud kiss on your cheek. Then he started running, dragging you with him, his straw hair flying over his shoulders.

"Let's get back to the ship guys! We'll stop on another island!" he exclaimed, followed by all your other companions.

"Yes!"

ACE (feat. Marco, Thatch and Izo)

You were together with Ace, Marco, Thatch and even Izo while the others and Whitebeard remained on the Moby Dick. Initially you just wanted to go for a walk with Ace, but Thatch had to buy food for the crew since the supplies were running out and Izo had asked you for advice on new clothes, so you had decided to wander around the village together, while the others were waiting on the ship. Marco, on the other hand, had been instructed by Whitebeard to follow you and keep an eye on you, given that he was the most mature and responsible of all of you. But that was fine with you. You enjoyed being in the company of men who you could now consider like older brothers and your beloved Ace.

“Y/n honey, what do you think about this?” Izo asked you, coming out of the dressing room.

You flashed him a smile.

"It looks great on you, Izo"

"Mhh, are you sure?" he muttered, doing a spin and looking at himself. "I don't know, i feel like it makes me look fat..."

"Um, excuse me sir..." the shop owner's voice interjected. "That one is for women, men's clothes are on the other side"

Izo turned to glare at him.

"I wear what i want. Get lost"

The owner quickly walked away and you giggled.

“It doesn't make you look fat” you continued, looking back at him. "It really suits you, because you are beautiful. You could even wear a plastic bag and you would still be more beautiful than me"

"Aww thank you little one, you're really kind" Izo said looking at you tenderly, and then moving his gaze to Ace and the others. "Unlike these scoundrels..."

The three mentioned turned to you and Thatch rolled his eyes.

"You're just vain Izo and you're lucky that Y/n always supports you"

Izo looked at him with a grimace.

"Yeah and anyway know that for her the most handsome of all here is me, her boyfriend" Ace then said, putting his thumb to his chest proudly and then looking at you. "Right, sweetheart?"

You giggled, covering your mouth with a hand and feeling your cheeks heat up.

"You are all beautiful Ace, i can't say who is more and who less"

Ace let out a small groan of delusion, lowering his head and Thatch smiled amusedly. Next, Marco clapped his hands once, getting your attention.

"Come on, we didn't just come here to shop, we still need to buy some food-yoi. Pops and the others are waiting for us"

Izo hurriedly bought the new clothes he had shown you and then you all left the shop together, you and Ace hand in hand. It was at that moment that when you returned to the street, you saw that all the inhabitants of the city were kneeling on the ground, still as statues.

"What's going on here?" Ace muttered, looking around.

You pointed to a group of people approaching from afar.

"Look, someone's coming"

Marco was the first to realize who it was, but it was Thatch who spoke.

"Wait, but that's a..."

"A Celestial Dragon, yes" Izo continued. “What the hell is he doing in a place like this?”

"I don't know, but we better leave as soon as possible. I don't want any hassle today" Marco murmured.

Both you and the others turned to walk away from him, when a voice suddenly made you stop.

"Stop you!"

Ace let out a small curse under his breath, before turning to look at the noble.

"How dare you turn your back on me? I am a Celestial Dragon and i want people to kneel at my feet when i pass"

“Tch, in your dreams old man” Ace whispered giving you a look that made you chuckle under your breath.

You looked back at the noble, who was now approaching your group and you couldn't help but glare at him. You had heard the stories of the Celestial Dragons, horrible people who subjugated humans and other living creatures as their slaves, treating them as if they were objects. And the worst was that the government did nothing to stop them. It was unfair.

"You're pirates right?" the noble asked, looking at each of you with a grimace. "You are the scum of humanity"

You wanted to answer him, but you stopped yourself from doing so. It was best not to cause trouble with the World Nobles and the Navy, even if you were part of the crew of one of the four emperors.

"Hey, wait a minute..." he then murmured. "You are a beautiful woman, you know?"

His gaze fell on you and you felt a shiver of disgust run through your body.

“I want you to be my wife” he said then, making your eyes widen.

"Absolutely not!" Ace exclaimed, quickly positioning himself in front of you.

Izo took your hand, making you take a couple of steps back with him.

“I'm the one who decides here, brat” the noble retorted, pulling out a gun and pointing it at Ace and even though you knew the bullets wouldn't have done anything to him, you still felt the anxiety of the situation pervade your body. "That woman will come with me and be my new wife"

"She's not going anywhere with you, you old pervert" Ace growled and within seconds one of his hands began to catch fire in anger.

"Ace no!" you exclaimed, because you didn't want him to hurt the Celestial Dragon otherwise there would have been worse trouble.

You started to move closer to him, but Thatch held out an arm to hold you back, leaving you with Izo, while he and Marco went to Ace's sides.

The Celestial Dragon loaded his gun and ordered his bodyguards to do the same. As they pointed their guns at Ace and the others, Izo drew his guns as well, quickly shoving you behind his back.

“We're sorry to disappoint your expectations, but our sister will never be your wife-yoi” Marco said with a fake innocent smile that only served to hide his anger.

Ace raised both of his fiery hands, gritting his teeth.

"I don't give a damn if you're a Celestial Dragon. If you want her you'll have to face me and all of Whitebeard's crew first. Do you really want to go against one of the four emperors?"

The noble looked from Ace to the others and finally to you. Until after a few seconds, you saw him put his gun away in an annoyed manner.

"I... I swear you'll pay for this, brat!" he shouted and then turned on his heel and left, followed by his bodyguards. "You won't get away with it! And when i get my revenge, i will take her away with me and she will be my slave forever!"

"What the hell did you say?!" Ace retorted, now angrier than before.

And he would have followed him to throw a nice flaming punch in his ugly face, if it hadn't been for you who had glued yourself to his body, stopping him in his tracks.

"Ace stop! It's not worth it!"

Marco placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

“Y/n is right, it's already a miracle that he's left. Let's forget about it and get what we came for. The sooner we leave too, the better”

Ace finally calmed down and let out a sigh as you turned to look at the four men.

"Guys, do you think... Do you think he was telling the truth? Do you think he'll really come back?" you murmured. "I mean, i don't want you and Pops to have to deal with the Navy because of me"

"Hey, you don't really think this is your fault, do you little lady?" Thatch asked, reaching out to ruffle your hair, making you smile.

"How do you think Pops will react when we tell him what just happened-yoi?" Marco asked with a chuckle.

"Darling, even if that old man really came back with an Admiral, you can be sure that we will not hesitate to face him. We are your brothers and we would do anything for you" Izo continued with a sweet smile which you returned.

Ace put both his hands on your cheeks, making you turn towards him.

"And i'do anything for you. Don't you ever forget that, okay?" he said and when you nodded and he gave you a kiss on the nose.

You all started walking again and Ace came next to you.

“Well, the only thing i can agree with that guy is that he saw clearly” he said then, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his body. "And that is that my Y/n is beautiful. Even more than Izo"

Thatch made a small face in disgust and Izo rolled his eyes. You laughed, leaning in to leave a small kiss on Ace's freckled cheek and he leaned his face down to leave a small kiss on your head.

SABO

You were alone with Sabo, as you were walking along the street, wanting for once to go for a walk just the two of you, away from the work and missions that Dragon gave you.

"Hey Sabo?" You called out to him, lifting your head from his arm that was wrapped around yours.

"Mh?"

"Can we go to the library afterwards? I'd like to buy a new book. I've read all the ones you lent me by now"

Sabo nodded without hesitation.

"Of course darling, whatever you want. It's been a while since we had our usual dates at the library, don't you think?" he replied with a smile and you nodded.

"You're right. But today we can make up for some time together"

“I don't want anything else” he murmured, leaning in to leave a small, sweet kiss on your lips.

Before you and him could head towards the library, your attention was caught by some people running away and others even running to hide inside their houses.

Sabo reached out to a man who was about to pass by you, grabbing his arm.

"Hey what's going on?"

The man pointed in the direction from which the people were moving away.

"A-A World Noble is here on the island! A Celestial Dragon!" he responded hastily and then freed himself from his grip and walked away.

You and Sabo exchanged a look and unlike the people who were running away, you headed towards where the Celestial Dragon apparently was. It seemed like you couldn't enjoy a bit of rest today either.

You and Sabo remained hidden behind the wall of a building, observing the situation. And unfortunately the man from before had told the truth. A Celestial Dragon was sitting on the back of a poor man who was crawling along the street, carrying him. All the people who remained on the scene had knelt on the ground.

"Faster! You're slow!" exclaimed the noble, hitting the slave on his back.

You clutched your hands to your chest.

“Oh, poor thing…” you murmured, turning your head to look at Sabo. "Sabo, we have to do something"

Sabo placed his gloved hands on your arms sympathetically.

“You know we can't do anything Y/n” he said with a sigh. "Believe me, i'd help him. But we can't"

Suddenly, the man fell to the ground, tired and exhausted, and the Celestial Dragon fell with him. His bodyguards helped him up, but he let out an annoyed sound.

"Who told you to stop?! You stupid slave!" he exclaimed, turning to the man, who however remained on the ground panting in pain.

The noble got even more angry and started kicking him.

"Get up! Get up now!"

Your eyes widened, unable to look away from the cruel sight and Sabo tightened his hands on your arms, feeling even more anger rising in his body as he couldn't do anything to stop a being as despicable as him.

The Celestial Dragon stopped kicking him, only to pull out a gun and point it at him.

"Since you can't move anymore, then you're no longer of use to me" he said, loading the weapon.

Without you even realizing it, your feet moved on their own, while behind you you heard Sabo's voice shouting.

“Y/n no!”

The Celestial Dragon froze when he saw your body sling over the man's to protect him, while the people around you made sounds of amazement.

"Leave him alone!" you exclaimed angrily, looking at the man. "It's only your fault that he's like this! But i won't let you kill him in front of my eyes!"

He looked at you with wide eyes, while you continued to look at him with anger and determination.

“You…” he murmured and you noticed his gun slowly lowering. "You're perfect"

You looked at him slightly confused until he continued.

“You will be my wife” he then said with a creepy smile and your eyes widened. "I have decided. You will live with me, prepare me food, wash my clothes and bathe me"

The Celestial Dragon turned to one of his bodyguards.

"Escort her to my ship" he ordered and the other nodded.

"Yes sir"

When the bodyguard stretched out his arm towards you, you prepared yourself to attack him, but...

"Get away from her!"

Everyone, including the Celestial Dragon, let out cries of shock when they saw someone lunge at the bodyguard and kick him away from you with a kick to the face. Next the figure of Sabo appeared in front of you. From your position you couldn't see him, but you could imagine the murderous look with which he was staring into the eyes of the Celestial Dragon.

"If you touch her, i swear i'll kill you" he said, clenching his fists.

The noble gritted his teeth, starting to load his pistol.

"H-How dare you threaten me?! I am a Celestial Dragon!"

At the exact moment he tried to shoot, his gun was knocked out of his hand by the metal pipe Sabo had used to fight since he was little. And then with another blow, Sabo knocked him to the ground.

He looked at his unconscious body from above, fixing his gloves.

"I couldn't care less. You don't take other people's women and i won't let you have mine"

The people around you looked at him with wide eyes not believing they had just witnessed such a scene.

“Sabo…” you murmured in surprise.

He let out a small sigh and then turned to you, kneeling next to you.

“Is there anyone who can take care of him??” he asked aloud, looking at the inhabitants of the island and you understood that he was referring to the almost dying man under your hands. "Quickly! I don't know how much longer he'll hold out!"

Fortunately, two men took courage and stepped forward to carry him to the hospital. Sabo took your hand and after you both stood up, he started walking away quickly, dragging you with him.

"We have to leave, if we stay here we'll get in trouble"

You looked down, feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry Sabo. I didn't want to ruin our day. But i couldn't stand by and watch, it was stronger than me"

Sabo stopped and turned to look at you, but when he saw you with your eyes glued to the ground, he let out another sigh. He placed his hand on your cheek and lifted your face so you could look into his eyes and you saw him smile.

“And that's the reason why i fell in love with you” he said softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "You did the right thing, i'm proud of you"

You smiled back when you heard his words, relieved that he wasn't actually mad at you. He was just worried, but he had every right to be.

Sabo leaned his face in to press a kiss to your forehead and you closed your eyes, tightening your hand around his wrist.

"No one will take you away from me. No one"

///

[hirsheyskisses]

OP Boys: Special Hugs (02)

Law & Ace

(Short Scenario)

Trafalgar D. Water Law

♡ Another case of, seriously not the touchy type.

♡ the most physical contact he gives most people his brushing shoulders when moving past them on the submarine, and even that's rare seeing how careful he is.

♡ however, with careful comes attentiveness, and with attentiveness comes him noticing how strange you've been acting.

♡ the skip in your step slowly fading, your feet dragging, the diminished eating during mealtime, the bags forming under your eyes

♡ yeah, he noticed

♡ could this oh so possibly be because he actually liked your energy and missed it?

♡ of course not (it obviously is)

"Room."

"Shambles."

One moment, you were inching past him in the halls, the next you found yourself standing besides a bed. A bed that wasn't your own, with none other than the Captain facing you.

"We need to talk, and you're not leaving this room until we do. So sit."

He growled, and you laughed nervously, deciding it was better to listen than argue, so you sat.

"What's the problem, Captain?"

"You. You clearly have a problem."

Ow. Blunt as always.

"...will lying save me from this?"

He lifted an eyebrow, clearly not amused as he sat beside you, shaking his head in clear disbelief. "I have nothing against keeping you locked in here until you spit it out. Whatever wrong is clearly affecting your performance on the sub, which could in turn affect the entire crew."

Law's words came off harsher than he intended, he regretted the words the instant they left his mouth. Watching you shy away and shrink closer to the wall, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry, Cap'n.. I can sort it out myself." You moved to stand up, angling your head away. But you weren't near as sly as you thought you were, he saw those tears pricking at your eyes.

So Law snatched your arm and pulled you back down, and into his side. "There's no need to do it yourself when I'm offering help."

"Don't wanna be a bother, it's not a big deal."

"Wouldn't have offered if it was a bother, and it's clearly a deal to you. I'm here for you."

If him saying that wasn't enough, he placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. It was like the dam broke, tears flowing down your face and you buried your face into his chest.

Well, shit. He wasn't expecting that-

He awkwardly placed an arm around you, holding you close to him, letting you cry. His tattooed hands rubbed circles into your back, sides, and shoulders, occasionally reminding you to breathe. He stared down at you, unsure of what to say.

You must've been there for forever before your tears subsided, and for the time, you threw away the Captain and Subordinate dynamic. And Law allowed it. Right now, he was a trusted friend.

Snuggling up closer to him, Law gently rearranged the two of you so you were laying, his legs wrapped sound yours, head buried into your hair, your arms wrapped around his torso.

No further words were spoken that night. You may have been the obvious one getting comfort but.. Law made a mental note to do this again, from time to time.

Portgas D. Ace

♤ Ace may be a bit wary of hugs at first. He may be friendly, but he's not that friendly.

♤ But when Whitbeard kept sending you on duo missions with him, Ace grew to be absolutely in LOVE with you

♤ not that he'd ever show that.. seeing as he doesn't believe himself worthy of love..

♤ doesn't mean he isn't (wholesomely) touchy, however

♤ grabs your shoulder a lot, your ha d when his tipsy and bold, playfully bumps into you

♤ a lot

"Ace.. you've been awfully quiet. And you're staring again."

Your voice seemed to bring him out of a trance, and Ace quickly broke off into- a rather forced laugh. "Just- enjoying the view!"

"Oh? How romantic."

You teased, watching your freckled friend redden to his ears. "The- THE VIEW BEHIND YOU. idiot!"

"You're going to sit here and tell me a wall is more interesting than me?"

You caught him, watching his mouth open and close as he attempted to think of a defense. After a moment, Ace gave in, huffing like a child, crossing his arms and turning his head away.

"You're gonna have to look at me at some point. We're gonna be at the island in two days, we can't have you brooding about!"

"I am not brooding."

"You're pouting. It's close enough. Now talk. Or else."

"I am not pouting!"

You sighed, inching closer to Ace. The ship was small, and so was the indoors."hey.. what are you doing?" "Well if you're not gonna talk, I'm gonna have to.."

"Tickle it out of you."

You finished with a menacing grin, watching Ace immediately liven as he shot up, raising his hands. "Don't you DARE-" "Oh I dare."

You threw yourself at him. Ace didn't even have time to defend himself before you launched your attack. Your hands were everywhere at once, tickling his side, arms, neck. He couldn't hold back his laughter, desperately pawing at your arms,

"Pl-puh-lease- AAA- y-you devil!" He managed between fits of laughter, backing himself up, with you following, "I warned you! This'll end if ya just talk!"

"N-never!"

Ace yelled defiantly, his knees hitting the bed, and fell backwards. You were on him in an instant, straddling his waist, the grin on your face having yet to fade.

"One more chance. Talk."

"...TAKE THIS-"

Ace shot up, arms wrapping around you. He was just as fast as you, having you pinned underneath his body, chest heaving.

For a few moments, you both remained still, chests heaving, before a shadow fell over Ace's eyes.

"..'m not good enough. You're too good to me."

"Huh? ...Ace, what are you on about?"

"You heard me! You're always there to catch my ass when I inevitably mess up. I.. I'm so grateful to you, but i hate myself.. for never being able to return the favor."

"Ace.." You whispered, watching a tear roll down his cheek. Freeing an arm, you leaned up, wrapping your now free arm around him and pulling him close.

"You're amazing, Ace."

"You've been an amazing light.. you've saved my life more times than I can count.

"So don't ever think.. to you're not enough. You're my Ace."

You whispered into his ear, and you could feel it: tears now running freely as he pressed himself closer, hat resting at an odd angle on his head. Ace's body was heating up, though not to a dangerous point.

That night, you held onto Ace. Held him in your arms, whispering sweet reassurances into his ear. His tears soon turned into soft snores, and.. now that he knew he was allowed to, he'd be in your arms every chance he gets.

[paucubarsisimp]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well!

Pablo Gavi is dating Sienna, the youngest player on the Barcelona Femení team. Their relationship is a PR stunt, and the media is obsessed with them, especially since Sienna is extremely quiet, shy, and has this unique, delicate vibe that makes everyone pay attention to her in a weird way. Even though Gavi is a little weirded out by her and thinks she’s a bit strange, he still cares for her, and there’s this weird tension between them as they navigate this PR setup. Sienna doesn’t mind the situation because she has her penguin plushie and marshmallows, and that’s all she needs.

Gavi is 20 years old, just coming back from an injury, and Sienna is 18, super quiet, and a bit of an enigma to everyone around her. She’s skin-and-bones skinny but has cute chubby cheeks, and people think she’s the weirdest person ever. She spends most of her time in her room at La Masia, keeping to herself.

Could you include some cute interactions between them, especially where Gavi is trying to figure her out, and there’s some fluff as they get to know each other better despite the weird PR relationship? Maybe throw in a little moment where he has to protect her from the media or calm her down when it gets too overwhelming.

Thank you so much! I really appreciate your writing it’s like perfect I love your stories 💖

quiet

pairing: pablo gavi x oc (sienna)

summary: in which sienna and pablo begin to fake date, but what if sienna is shy and quiet and pablo is known to be loud and playful, how will it work out?

warnings: none

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added!

a/n: js a reminder that i only write x reader fics (not ocs) but i made an exception js this once to try it and i don’t think i like it very much so only x readers from now on!

1. the beginning

gavi didn’t think much of sienna at first.

she was new to the team, younger than most, and quiet in a way that didn’t feel shy—just calm. she didn’t try to be seen. didn’t care if people watched her. but they did anyway. probably because she had that kind of presence—the kind that made silence feel full.

when the club told him they’d be pairing him with her for a pr campaign, he didn’t argue. he was still easing back from injury, and the cameras needed a new narrative.

the first time they met officially was in a meeting room. she was sitting at the long table, hoodie sleeves past her hands, listening while the staff talked about interviews and photo ops like this was all normal.

she looked at him once. didn’t smile. didn’t look away either.

“guess we’re fake dating,” he said quietly.

“guess so,” she replied, just as quiet.

and that was that.

2. small things

the first week was awkward.

he tried to make small talk in the car rides, and she gave simple, honest answers. she wasn’t rude—just didn’t talk to fill silence. eventually, he stopped trying to force it and just let things be quiet.

that’s when he started noticing her small things.

she always had a book tucked into her bag. she ate the corners off her toast first. when she laughed—rare, quiet, and real—she’d cover her mouth like she wasn’t used to the sound.

he started looking forward to seeing her.

once, she showed up to a shoot in a soft blue sweater, cheeks flushed from the cold. he told her the color looked nice on her. she blinked, looked away, and said, “thanks,” like no one had ever told her that before.

3. real moments

they were sitting backstage at an interview set when she leaned over and whispered, “you don’t have to pretend so hard.”

he looked at her. “what do you mean?”

“you’re always trying to make this look real. it already does.”

and he didn’t know what to say to that. not because she was wrong—but because it did feel real sometimes.

later, she fell asleep on his shoulder in the car. he didn’t move. just stared out the window, heart beating a little too fast, wondering when this stopped being about the cameras.

4. after the match

he came to one of her games without telling anyone. sat up in the stands in a hoodie and cap, hoping not to get noticed.

she played like she didn’t even realize people were watching. calm, focused, graceful. not flashy, just good.

after the final whistle, she looked up into the crowd and saw him. he didn’t wave, but she smiled—just a little—and somehow that felt like more.

later that night, she texted him for the first time.

you came.

he stared at the message for a while before replying.

of course i did.

5. something honest

they were walking back to la masia after dinner, just the two of them. no cameras. no handlers. the air was quiet and soft, the kind of night that made everything feel easier.

“can i ask you something?” she said, voice barely above a whisper.

“anything.”

“if this wasn’t a pr thing… would you still talk to me?”

he stopped walking. looked at her. she wasn’t looking at him—just at the ground, like she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer.

“yeah,” he said, no hesitation. “i’d talk to you more.”

she looked up then, cheeks pink.

“me too.”

6. not fake anymore

they didn’t make a big announcement.

they just stopped pretending to pretend.

he started waiting for her after training. she started saving him the softest part of the bread at breakfast. they shared headphones on bus rides. he gave her his hoodie when she forgot hers. she started writing his name in the margins of her notebook.

and one night, when they were sitting on the couch watching some dumb movie, she leaned into him—slow, careful, real—and he kissed her like it wasn’t staged.

because it wasn’t.

not anymore.

[frickyeahfanfic]

〉the enemy of my enemy

chapter 2 - interrogation.

ethan hunt x f!reader 》 read chapter 1 here summary: You’re alone. Prague is the first real lead you’ve had on VANTAGE since everything went haywire—and you’re not about to let some fancy IMF agent ruin your shot. But when Ethan Hunt intercepts you mid-mission, everything spirals. word count: 1919 tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn warnings: none. a/n: sorry there's lots of dialogue. action is coming soon hehe

PRAGUE. UNKNOWN IMF SAFE HOUSE, 03:25 HOURS.

He takes a step forward, gun now flush against your chest. “Who are you?”

You look down at the pistol pressing into your sternum. “You’re not gonna shoot me.” 

Agent Ethan Hunt squints, his green eyes cutting into yours under the dim hotel room light. “Says who?”

“Says the fact that you won’t be able to decrypt that key. It’s impossible.”

His grip on the gun doesn’t flinch.

“Who are you?” he repeats.

“Why should I tell you?”

He shakes his head in frustration. “How could you possibly know what that chip has on it? Are you in it for money?” 

“Oh. You don’t know what’s on that chip, do you?” 

You can see the muscles tense in his jaw. That’s all the answer you need.

“Trust me,” you say softly, “there’s a reason you don’t know.”

“And how do you?” 

You look down at the pistol. “Okay, can we lose the gun now?” 

His eyes trail down your body. “Not until you can get rid of this.” 

Your heart stammers, but your face doesn’t flinch. Right, he meant the knives.

With a small sigh, you reach down slowly and let the blade strapped to your thigh clatter to the ground.

“Happy?” 

For the first time, a smile tugs at the corner of Hunt’s lips. 

“You’re not finished.”

He’s not an idiot. He’s actually a genius, a highly trained spy, assassin, asset, agent, mystery, whatever you want to call him. You reach into the side of your bra, and retrieve another knife, and then toss it aside. Only then does Hunt flick the safety and lower the weapon. 

“Finally.” You exhale, relaxing your shoulders slightly. “But if you were going to shoot me, you would’ve already.” 

He doesn't argue.  

“Who do you work for?” 

“No one.”

His brow lifts. “You’re alone? I don’t buy it.”

You shrug. ���Wish I wasn’t, I’d have the chip in my possession if I had backup, like you do.” You nod your head to his left where you can see a thin wire hanging behind his ear. 

“Well it’s not yours to take.” He says.

“It’s not yours either. What does the IMF want with it, anyways?” 

Now that gets his attention. You read the flicker of surprise on his face and you lean in. 

“Yeah. I know who you are. I’ve done my research. But I guess I missed the part where you planned to show up tonight and ruin my op.” 

Hunt’s grip on the pistol tightens slightly.

“Don’t you have nukes to stop or something? The chip is… tiny, for someone like you.” 

He takes a step closer, his presence cold and quiet and utterly in control. “I’ll ask one more time, who are you? I don’t have time for games.” His voice is low now.

“No point in telling you my name. It won't show up in any database you got and I’m sure your comms team has already tried looking me up. I’m on my own. It’s been this way for a while now. And honestly, you’re making it a lot harder than it needs to be.”

A second of silence.  

“I don’t need your IMF protocols getting in my way. You’re just slowing me down.”

Hunt’s hand reaches up and loosens the tie on his neck. “What’s your goal?”

You daringly take a half step closer to him. “VANTAGE erased me. So I’m planning to erase them.” 

He sighs. Actually sighs. 

“And you’re really planning to do this, alone?” 

You wave a hand in the air. “Do you think I had a choice?”

Your eyes flick back up to his. “Besides, when I say I’m the only one who can decrypt that chip, it’s because I wrote the encryption.”

That lands. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“You wrote the code?” It’s not disbelief, it’s reevaluation. 

A sweet fake-innocent smile spreads across your face. “Surpriiise,” you sing. “I’m not just some freelancer agent in a dress” 

“How do I know you’re not lying?” 

“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out,” you turn your head, looking over at the computer sitting on the coffee table. You noticed it when you first walked in. 

You can hear a vibrating noise coming from Hunt’s pocket, and he quickly grabs a phone out, answering it immediately. 

“Yeah. She’s with me here, not yet, but -” he stops talking for a brief moment, and you barely make out the words on the other line. 

“Ethan, I don’t think we’re going to be able to decrypt the files, there’s a safety feature attached to everything that will instantly delete it all if someone tries and is unsuccessful. I’ve done all we can, but, wow, I’ve never seen anything like this before.” 

“I think I might have figured out a way, actually,” Hunt looks back to you, and you pretend to not be paying attention, looking around the room at the bed, the furniture, the walls -

“Oh. Okay. Wait a minute, is it the girl you kidnapped?” 

You turn around in surprise, giving away that you could hear the conversation the whole time.

“Kidnapped?” You mouth to Hunt. Maybe in a way, you were his hostage, but also you weren’t leaving Prague without the chip. You were following him… in a way. Not the other way around. 

He rolls his eyes. “I’ll let you know soon. Just, hang tight.” 

A short beep cuts off the call and Hunt slips the phone back in his pocket. 

“You’ve got an assignment to do.” 

A clock on the nightstand glows the time. 04:15 AM.

“Can this wait till tomorrow?” You whine. You weren’t that tired, just wrung out from all this… emotional tension, and having your night totally ruined by some IMF agent in a shiny suit. 

Hunt shakes his head. “No. Now. At least get us in. Prove that you can decrypt it, and then we do the rest in the morning.” 

It’s no use fighting with him. You’ve already lost the chip to him. Might as well win back some points by getting into the drive and figuring out the coordinates, for yourself at least. 

He looks over your shoulder and nods his head towards the computer in the sitting area behind you. You shuffle your feet over to it and plop down on the couch. Agent Hunt puts his pistol on the small table by the door and takes off his tie, following you. 

You reach for the computer. 

“Ah -” Hunt lunges forward and grabs it before you can. 

You fold your arms and sit back on the couch, pouting. “Can you just maybe not treat me like a threat for like five seconds?” 

“Are you not?” He says haughtily, but slides the computer over to you once it’s unlocked. 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks like a black thumb drive, the vessel for the chip that has the information that we both so desperately want. The second he plugs it into the computer, a black terminal window pops up on the screen and a little white line in the top left corner blinks. 

He moves behind the couch to watch. And maybe to stop you from going anywhere. It was easier if he was already on his feet. 

You ignore his intimidating presence behind you and type a few lines of code. 

cd /mnt/drive

ls -a

A list of oddly named files flashes across the screen, numbers and letters combined in gibberish to the untrained eye, but not to you. 

The encryption interface loads after a few taps. It’s sleek, custom, multi-layered and definitely not something the IMF has seen before.

You lean in closer to the computer, fingers clicking rapidly across the keyboard. 

./decode --override-lock --key="Vale.008"

The screen stalls for a moment. Then - 

ACCESS GRANTED. 

WELCOME, AGENT Y/L/N. 

Hunt says your last name under his breath. 

You almost swear under your breath, dying a little inside from embarrassment. You were trying to stay under his radar, but it was inevitable that he would eventually figure out your name.  

A file tree displays underneath the welcome message. One of the files says 

/relay_nodes

With two keyboard clicks, you open it, and five coordinates display on the screen. 

39.0438° N, 77.4874° W

50.1109° N, 8.6821° E

1.3521° N, 103.8198° E

43.2965° N, 5.3698° E

64.1466° N, 21.9426° W

You hear a sharp inhale behind you. Hunt’s crossed arms drop. 

“Well?” he asks. 

Glancing back at him, you smirk. “Glad you didn’t shoot me?”

Although he’s serious, you can see that he’s impressed. Maybe more relieved that you’re in the mix and could break into the files so easily. 

“Since I wrote the code, I wrote a backdoor. They had no idea, of course.”

“And you wrote a welcome message to yourself?”

Wait. Yeah, that’s odd. 

“Not sure what that’s about. I don’t remember putting that into the program, but since a lot of the code is artificial intelligence, it might have just happened randomly,” you lie. 

There’s a pit in your stomach. Part of you fears that they now know you got into the drive. 

Before Hunt can ask any more questions, you yawn. Not overly dramatic, but enough to sell your next line. “So are you gonna tie me to the chair until the morning?” 

He circles around the couch and heads to a cabinet on the other side of the room. “No. But you’re not going anywhere. Get some rest and we’ll continue in the morning.” 

He grabs a t-shirt and sweats out of one of the drawers and tosses it to you. You catch it, noticing the smell of clean laundry and cologne on it. They’re his. 

“Make do. You can use the bathroom now if you want.” 

You take out the drive, placing it on the table and shut the laptop, slightly paranoid now that someone could track your location on it. You can feel Hunt’s eyes on you as you make your way to the bathroom, and now you’re painfully aware of how sweaty, tired, and uncomfortable you’ve been in the dress all night. 

He turns away now and you shut the door. Your shower only lasts a few minutes, thankfully there were some basic toiletries on top of the toilet, and you quickly change into Hunt’s borrowed clothes. 

Wow. IMF agents are spoiled. 

As you walk out, you see Hunt back over by the computer, typing something away. He's discarded his navy suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves to his white shirt, revealing his muscular forearms.

He glances up at you, does a double take, but says nothing. Something about you, undone, hair wet, and in his clothes makes him feel something unfamiliar in his chest. Dangerous. 

You walk over to him and fold your arms. 

“I can take the couch,” you say before he can argue with you. “I don’t need IMF thinking I tried to seduce you in your sleep.” 

He doesn’t look up from the laptop. “You’d fail,” he says. But his tone is lighter. “Take the bed. I got some more things to take care of here.” 

You sigh and walk over to the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. You could sleep on a cobblestone road right now. 

"I’m shocked you’re not handcuffing me to the bed. You’re getting soft, Agent Hunt," you say loud enough for him to hear your final words for the night.  

He doesn’t laugh. But his mouth twitches like he wants to. 

》 chapter 3

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[ghcstao3]

ghost goes missing during a mission, almost gone entirely without a trace. the 141 spends days, weeks, months looking for him, any sign of him, but they come up with nothing. eventually, they can do nothing but mourn as ghost is declared kia—for real, this time.

two years later, and the 141 is on an op that involves infiltrating a fighting ring in order to take down a particularly troublesome crime boss. part of this operation—while gaz and price go in more discreetly—involves soap entering the ring himself as a fighter, as a distraction. to create uproar as a newbie, because while these people fight dirty, none of them are as trained as he is otherwise.

price tries to fight soap being the one to go in—but having grown bitter since ghost’s disappearance, soap insists, argues to be put in. he’s got nothing to lose.

soap isn’t anxious getting shoved into the ring like he thought he’d be. blood already stains the floor beneath his naked feet, but soap hardly pays it any mind. he just readies his stance as his opponent’s name is announced, and a man much larger, and much more scarred than soap is pushed in.

imagine soap’s surprise, when the man’s mask and muzzle are removed, and his opponent is revealed to be none other than his missing lieutenant.

before soap can say or do anything, and without even a flash of recognition in a cold, hard, too-familiar gaze—the fight begins.

soap prays that gaz and price can make quick work.

[yayasvalveplay]

Oppy breeding anon, the one who sent in the Insecticons/Optimus ask, here for more Hive Queen Optimus!

The hive is very protective of their new Queen and the guards probably hissed at all of the Autobots until Oppy mid-fuck noticed them and told the hive that the Autobots are allies. There’s a bit of arguing because, y’know, big Insecticon hive sees Oppy as their queen and aren’t willing to let him go on his own. And the Insecticon hive is way too far from base.

An Insecticon overloads into Oppy as Ratchet tries to convince the hive to move closer to the Autobot base, but they don’t listen to him cuz he ain’t queen. It’s only when Optimus asks them to move that they finally agree and the largest Insecticon (probably Bombshock) picks him up.

It takes a while (since the main base can only hold so many Insecticons at once), but once all the Insecticons are at base they start digging a new hive while others crawl off to find nesting materials and a few stay at base so Oppy can rest. The Insecticon presence is very mixed at the base and hated by Fowler. But he can’t do shit.

Bumblebee is the first one to explore the hive under base once every single Insecticon plus their queen moves in. Oppy’s room is the most comfy room and also where a bunch of eggs now are. How did none of the other Autobots know about the egg? Insecticons that why.

Thy love there new queen so much, Who dare these other bots intrude while there queen is busy.

Optimus is never not seen with at least two incecticon, while the rest of the hive goes searching for food and materials for a better nest.

It only takes one word from Op to have them changing their base of operation, exspanding theeir nest inside the base itself, with Op's room being the nest room/ breeding room.

Fowler very much hates it, but at least they got them to not fuck op at least while the humans are around.

Miko is asking so many questions that everyone is too nervous to answer.

I feel like some insceticons would adopt the kids into the hive as Op's kids, taking care of them, making sure they are safe, always having a guard with them, because they are puny organics that arn't very durable, and queen would be sad if organic sparklings died.

[matt-murdockk]

Thank you for replying to my question about you writing for The Mentalist. Could I please request something with Patrick Jane dragging Reader into dancing with him and this prompt "I'm not very good at this.." "Well you've stepped on my feet at least 5 times, so trust me, I know" Thank you and have a lovely day❤️

sorry this took so long, i hope it's what you had in mind <3

La Vie En Rouge

pairing: patrick jane x reader

words: 500 words (sorry she's so small, i'm having a terrible writer's block T_T)

warnings: none, we stay wholesome in this house; fic from reader's pov per usual (if you're new here hi welcome this is how we roll)

summary: Dance Dance Revolution (jk refer to ask for plot summary x)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Contrary to what I had believed for most of my life, I was, apparently, a terrible dancer. I always thought I'd be decent or, like, not dying scarecrow-esque at the very least, but come the day of the undercover op, I found that my feet were suddenly sentient, and would not listen listen to me.

"God, I suck at this, don't I?"

"Well you've stepped on my feet at least 5 times, so trust me, I know"

Patrick, bless his heart, was trying his level best to keep up with the battle between me, my feet, and the ground (we were all losing badly), but he didn't even attempt to hide his amusement at my plight, which, honestly, made me want to step on his feet on purpose.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny," I tried to sound stern and argue, but noooooo, it had to come out sounding like I was desperately trying to hold back tears, as if not being able to dance was a terminal medical diagnosis.

"It's a little funny, I'll admit it-"

"Jane! I look ridiculous."

“No, no,” he said, lips twitching as he fought (and failed) to keep a straight face. “Ridiculous would imply some level of intentional absurdity. You, on the other hand, look like you’re attempting to fight the laws of physics in real-time.”

I groaned, glaring at him. “How are you so good at this?”

“Oh, it’s simple. I just listen to the music.”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Then narrowed my eyes.

“That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard.”

Jane sighed, like a man deeply burdened by my lack of coordination.

“You think too much.” He spun me- rude- before I could protest, catching me as I stumbled back into place. “Dancing isn’t about micromanaging every step. It’s about letting go. Trusting your partner.”

I let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You do realize I know you, right? ‘Trusting my partner’ sounds like an incredibly dangerous idea when my partner is you.”

Jane just grinned, completely unoffended. “Fair.”

And yet, despite everything- my lack of rhythm, the ongoing war with gravity, the very real possibility that I was going to need to ice his feet later- he didn’t let go. If anything, his grip shifted, just slightly, like he was actually holding onto me rather than just keeping me upright for the sake of the case.

It was subtle. Barely even a thing.

But I noticed it.

And then, because I was me, I immediately noticed that I noticed it, and my brain short-circuited for a second.

Unfortunately, Jane picked up on that, too.

The corner of his mouth quirked upward, and his eyes flickered with something- something unreadable, which was unfair because reading people was his thing, not mine.

“Relax,” he murmured, voice softer now, just between us. “I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you

He smirked, eyes glinting with amusement. And just like that, whatever almost moment had passed. Back to work. Back to the case.

And yet-

The words lingered.

I’ve got you

I shook it off. It didn’t mean anything.

Probably.

[mxtxfanatic]

I feel like I'm being gaslit rn. I don't know what to think anymore. I just saw a post about how Jiang Cheng is allowed to feel complicated feelings towards Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning because they are Wens, and according to OP, the Wens destroyed Jiang Cheng's home and killed his parents. Therefore, he is allowed to have the right to have them stay the hell out of Lotus Pier.

Then OP even said, "We dont enough fics where we can acknowledge that the wen remnants were victims but also that it was the wen who sparked the whole thing in the first place. Not enough allowance for the complicated nature of loss and pain caused not only by an enemy but a loved one."

Unfortunately OP had to drag Jin Ling in, and said "Being an mdzs fan who loves the jiangs most of all is so hard because where is the fic where jin ling gets to be righteously angry about growing up an orphan because of what wei wuxian and wen ning did, because even though there were complicating situations involved, that was still his father who got his chest caved in and his mother dead in a battle directly resulting from that killing?"

Like I understand that Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling were hurt, and their pain and reaction thereof is understandable, but that doesn't mean what they did was right??

Idk if it's just me, but when people speak of the Wens like this, they tend to dehumanise the Wen remnants and then go defend those who were responsible for their horrific deaths. Worst part is, that entire post got so popular too. How did we read the same novel??

Yeah, it’s all gaslighting, because none of these people would argue that Lan Sizhui or Wen Ning had equal right to hate and want to kill Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. Wen Ning should suffer and die to atone for the sins of people he’s only incidentally related to but that fact that he personally rescued Jiang Cheng and his parents’ bodies to be given a proper burial—things Jiang Cheng knows about—isn’t enough to save Wen Ning’s family from “deserving” death nor is it something Jiang Cheng has to acknowledge because it’s “telling him his anger is unjustified” (newflash: it fucking is). Jin Ling can hate Wei Wuxian no problem, but if you told these people that he’d be just as justified hating Jin Guangyao and Jiang Cheng (something be actually contemplates canonically at the end), then they’d start spewing nonsense about “best jiujiu ever!” and “jin ling loves his guardians so much tho!” Almost as if the only reason why he hates Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning is because the people actually responsible for orphaning him are the people who raised him and lied to him about the circumstances behind his parents’ deaths.

They don’t want Jiang Cheng (a grown 30+ year-old man who’s been throwing a 20+ year old tantrum about never being “as good” as the orphan his mom erroneously hated) to have “righteous anger.” They want Jiang Cheng to be able to make his anger everyone else’s problem without consequences, not from the story and not from the fandom. They want him to be able to kill random strangers indiscriminately because “he has trauma!” They want him to abandon his allies who are the reason he’s alive because “his allies’ relatives gave him trauma!” They want him to betray his only friend because “that friend prioritized repaying Jiang Cheng’s debts above coddling his trauma.” What they want is a violent revenge fantasy starring Jiang Cheng, where he singehandedly wipes out the clan down to the last infant that killed his family, and everyone loves him so much for it that they make him Chief Cultivator over it.

Also, Jiang Cheng doesn’t hate Lan Sizhui because he knows or suspects him to be a Wen (because that would involve deduction skills Jiang Cheng clearly doesn’t have, or else the gc transfer would not have been a shock to him). He hates Lan Sizhui because he hates the Lan, a clan who’ve done shit all to him. Lan Sizhui wasn’t barred from entering Lotus Pier either; he chose to accompany Wen Ning so that he wasn’t alone. Stans love to rewrite the story.

[yume-writes]

I feel that Flame nova and Optimus would fight over for Blue cop’s custody after blue cop screaming his friend’s name, the conversation would be like, and making OP pull up the adoption paper.

-rein anon

MCB x TFP crossover

Blue Cop has no idea any of this is happening

The two can be arguing about custody behind Blue Cop's back and when he turns around they're friends

Much of their arguments over this leads with Optimus pointing out that he's been the one taking care of Blue Cop recently, Flame Nova would say that he was Blue Cop's mentor first, and Optimus would hit him with the you haven't been in Blue Cop's life for years!!!!

They have shared custody at the moment, but Flame Nova wants to be the primary guardian

And, once again, Blue Cop is none the wiser

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Dune dashboard simulator

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🤖justice-4-machines Follow

friendly reminder that the butlerian jihad was an atrocity and violation of human rights :))

🌌spice-snorter2828 Follow

Tell me you know nothing about the Butlerian Jihad without telling me you know nothing about the Butlerian Jihad

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🤴imperial-bussy Follow

I know I know eat the rich and all that but have you SEEN Shaddam IV in his 20s????? we didn't stand a chance

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🐛shai-hulud-bignaturals Follow

🌏idont-likesand Follow

...fellas is it time for a second butlerian jihad yet?

🤺weirding-gay Follow

I'm crying didn't he literally purge his 30th planet TODAY?? you're sick

🦠 gaydi-prime-ribs Follow

ppl saying kill as if they could even if they tried lmao

🏜 treading-rhythmically Follow

"people are choosing fuck when he doesn't even fuck his own wife??? as if" skill issue. im here & im pegging him.

🧿realwormrider Follow

Okay in all seriousness this is fucked up. I know people cope in different ways but he is LITERALLY a dictator and a colonizer. People like you who make light of that is the REASON SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS!!! Maybe YOU haven't suffered at the hands of his holy war yet but ffs have some compassion for those who have

🏜 treading-rhythmically Follow

or you could just...block the emperor muad'dib tag?? the best you can do in times like these is curate your own life to the best of your abilities my dude

🧿realwormrider Follow

Or OTHER PEOPLE could just NOT SEXUALIZE DICTATORS!!!! Also - what about the WOMEN in his life who are currently also suffering because of him??? no love for them I see??

🏜 treading-rhythmically Follow

ok im gonna sexualize him though

🐛shai-hulud-bignaturals Follow

@/realwormrider make your own post why don't you

🏄‍♂️surfin-thedunes Follow

@/realwormrider wants to fuck him so bad it makes them look stupid

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💧freminomenon Follow

Sigh. some idiot brought a fucking shield into the Sietch. time to evacuate while a motherfucking grandfather of a worm demolishes it ig.

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*reminds a kindergartener to use their indoor voice but they're the kwizatz haderach and use their Indoor Voice From The Outer World to yeet my ass into the maw of the Maker*

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Once again because apparently this HAS to be said: REGULAR FETISH GEAR IS *NOT* GEIDI PRIME APPROPRIATION!!!! There is a world of difference between our traditional clothing and bondage stuff. I'd argue that insinuating they're the same thing or even similar is far worse. If you want proper examples of GP clothing my ask box is open, if you're going to "defend" a culture from appropriation get your facts from someone WITHIN THAT CULTURE for fucks sake

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Heard Thufir Hawat had to milk a cat to get the poison out of his body...not to be That Girl but hmmm could've milked me instead and I wouldn't be mad

👽simpin4sandworms Follow

Where's that guy who calls for a second Butlerian Jihad on cursed horny posts?

🐮tired-ass-bullfighter Follow

hate to break it to you op but i'm pretty sure this didn't happen and is actually just harkonen propaganda

not saying it couldn't happen though live your dreams

🌵bless-themaker-bless-hiswater Follow

by the Mahdi you people are dogs. i will reblog as usual.

🪐ix-the-tenth Follow

none of these words are in the oc bible

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PAUL ATREIDES IS LITEARLLY DISABLED YOU GUYS!!! I CAN'T STOP YOU HATING ON HIM BUT ABELIST "JOKES" HAVE NO PLACE HERE!!!!!

🌺settler-of-kaitan Follow

...since when tf is he disabled

✋i-must-fear Follow

He literally has??? no eyes????

🌺settler-of-kaitan Follow

Ok but he can still see though

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sigh. not me being the one to explain AGAIN that his oracular vision is a disability aid, not something that erases it entirely. from what I understand he sees a couple seconds into the future by use of prescience, it's not the same thing as Actual Sight. (not a supporter, just someone with an unfortunate hyperfixation)

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Shame Paul Mudad'dib Atreides became a Spice-addicted despot bc I bet he would've made some sick podcasts if given the chance

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THE MUDAD'DIB WAS AN IMPORTANT FREMEN SYMBOL *LONG BEFORE* YOU-KNOW-WHO . ME HAVING A MOUSE TATTOO DOES *NOT* MAKE ME A SUPPORTER OF P*** A****** OR HIS GOVERNMENT. I HATE ALL OF YOU.

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soooooo apparently there's a stone burner on arrakis now :) if I don't post for a while its bc i'm on the waitlist for tleilaxu eyes fyi

💧freminomenon Follow

this post is 8 months old should we be worried?

✨not-a-fedaykin Follow

Not true op. pls stop spreading incorrect information without a source, you're no better than the people who claim they brought back duncan idaho

🌴fear-is-the-dick-killer Follow

ummmmmm they literally did bring Duncan Idaho back???? don't claim information is false when YOU haven't done your research maybe???

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Guys....I know I said I wouldn't do rpf but the new transcript of the conversation before Paul's ascension that just came out??? I'm tempted to jump on the threesome train and write Shaddam/Paul/Feyd-Rautha it's actually destroying my sleep schedule.

In this translation the term Shaddam uses to describe Leto I COULD translate to "honorable" but some say it COULD translate to something closer to "beloved"????????? I'm???

So it got me thinking...if..you know...he and Leto I....what would he think of Paul, his only living descendent? (and don't come at me with the "he's underage stuff", HE WAS 18) ahhhhhhh idk maybe I'm too deep into this but I wanna see the 3 of them together so badly 😭😭

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OKAY OKAY I DID IT! I GAVE IN

Last Drop of Blood

Shaddam IV/ Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen/ Paul Atreides, 9K, Rated E [WILL CROSS POST TO AO3 LATER]

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@/shai-hulud-bignaturals told me to "make my own post" so here it is 🙃

Fuck, Marry, Kill: Irulan Corrino

(answer in tags bc my polls option got fucked)

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your polls option getting fucked was a sign for you not to make this post

🌆lurkin-inthe-blackgoo Follow

Lmaooooooo as if she's any better she's the daughter of one emperor and wife to another. idc how much she's "suffered" by being married to mudad'dib she's still immensely privileged and a fellow colonizer. you are not morally superior for being horny about her instead of her husband lolllll

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kinda want to fuck a guild navigator who's stopping me

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^^^

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You thought this was fucking over?

Her Desires

Irulan Corrino x Reader, 12K

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Omg

I'm in tears of ???? joy???

literally my hands are shaking you never miss op 🥵

[tvgals]

‘ I AM THE COWBOY … ‘

myaa note — someone pls understand the title. ALSO I NEVER SEE ANY FLOCH FICS SO I MUST DELIVER …

synopsis — floch always spoils you n helps you with whatever you need, but when he sees your new attitude, he decides to postpone on his spending.

@punkologist

“baby, please jus’ buy me the bag!” you plead with your boyfriend. he just shakes his head in disapproval. “nope. you getting too spoiled. when you change that attitude, you can get whatever you want.” floch says, rubbing your thigh and scratching your head, his fingers getting lost in your head of curls.

floch was right. you’d been acting cockier than ever, deciding to post pictures on instagram where you’re practically naked, wearing only a mini skirt and what can barely be considered a crop top, the picture showing the slight glint of your promise ring that sat on your ring finger. “no, my attitude’s been the same!” you argue, looking up at your boyfriends eyes. “no it hasn’t. quit lyin’ to me. i seen your texts to yo friends, sayin’ im gon’ get you this and that. imagine how you look now that you ain’t gone get it at all.” floch shrugs his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the tv.

you scrunch your face up at the thought of not getting what you want. you push yourself off of floch. he shoots you a glare and sits up on his elbows. “you just hate me don’t you?” you ask, your lip jutting out, tears threatening to fall. floch knew all about your dramatics, your ways to get into his head, and he was having none of it. “you just want me to be miserable for the rest of my life, huh? i hate you!” you accuse your boyfriend, a sultry grin on his face. you stomp your way to your shared bedroom, slamming the door to make a point. floch chuckles to himself, laying back down on his hands, watching the tv.

after a while of waiting for you to come back out, floch stands up and takes a deep breath, walking to the bedroom where you resided. “baby.” floch called out as firm yet gentle as he could. “hmph.” you grunted, showing disinterest into the conversation you know you’re about to have. “don’t ignore me.” floch mumbles, crawling up on the bed behind you. he turns your body onto your back and looks down at you, your tear stained cheeks breaking his heart.

“you’re fine, mama. it’s alright.” floch says, pressing kisses along your neck. “no it’s not..” you sniffle, looking away from your boyfriend. “it’s gon’ have to be alright.” he says, pushing your shirt up. “you’re so beautiful, could never hate my pretty girl.” he mumbles against your skin, still pressing kisses to your torso. once he gets to your pelvis, he looks up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. “can i? i know you hate me oh so much…” floch grins. your eyes widen and you curl your toes. “of course you can…i didn’t mean it i promise…” you whine. “mhm.” he hums. floch strips you of your sweatpants and panties, throwing them onto the floor.

he delves his head between your legs, his hands holding onto your thighs. he tongue fucks you for a few minutes, knowing you can’t possibly only get off to only that. he moans into your pussy, pressing wet kisses to your pretty heat. “my pretty mama..” floch moans. he ruts his hips into the mattress, pre cum leaking from his pink tip.

“please fuck me…” you whine, arching your back. floch snarls at your demand, deciding to retract from your pussy. you start to cry at the sudden loss of pleasure. “w-why’d you st-op?” you ask, frowning. “don’t demand shit from me after saying you hate me n shit.” floch laughs at you. you cry and whine at this, facing away from him. before he leaves out the room he looks at you, “‘nd don’t even try to touch yourself.” and floch walks away as your legs shake in desperation. floch — who was rather unbothered — plopped back onto the couch. you glared at the door that your boyfriend just left out of. you sat there for a while, making sure he wouldn’t come back inside. you opened your legs up and brought your other one to play with your nipples. “fuck..” you whispered, plunging two of your fingers into your sweet cunt. you tried your hardest to cover up your moans to no avail.

floch knew what you were doing, and he’d hate to say it made him hard. he grinned and turned the tv up, just so you get the illusion he can’t hear you at all. once you finally came with a strained moan, you fall asleep almost immediately. a few hours later floch walked in to see your sleeping body, your cunt still out for display. he smiles at the scene and kissed your forehead before cuddling up behind you and tucking you under the covers.

the next morning it’s safe to say you woke up with a louis vuitton purse on your nightstand with a note that read-

‘next time be quieter.’