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[dcptcnx]

Mirror, Mirror

pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Fem!Reader

warnings: SMUT, MIRROR SEX! I SWEAR IT. 🔞🔞 MINORS DNI OR I'LL BITE YA

wc: 1.9k

a/n: i have not written smut in like 2 years, i am so very fucking sorry for this garbage ;(

You knew it was coming. The way you both were teasing each other, the stares, the ghosting of touch. You kept igniting a flame within him, only to snuff it out. But not this time.

Soap was bigger than you, his muscles making his shirts seem so impossibly tight, his pants hugging just low enough that you can’t help but lick your lips as your gaze darts down his body. His hands, albeit calloused, toned that you just practically want them on you and in you. And he knew.

Following you to your shared room, the moment the door opened, he was adamant on making you quiver. Closing the door with a noted ‘click’, his hands immediately rush to grab your arms, holding you gently, but firmly as to not let you fall back onto the bed he now has your legs up against.

“Ya been a wee Naughty, Dove.” His voice low, hint of a growl at the end as his steel eyes look down onto your own. “Jus’ wanna play.”

“John…” Your voice sighed out in eagerness. You didn’t want to openly admit it, but you’ve wanted him all day. He hasn’t even done anything and his touch is stimulating you so powerfully. “I was just teasing.”

“Yeah?” He gently turned your body around, both facing a mirror that sat across the room. He dipped his head and lightly nipped down your neck, lowly chuckling when he hears your soft whimpers reverberate through the room and into his ears. “Yer a fuckin’ sight. An absolute beaut.” 

His hands move from your arms, slowly inching up your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it up as his hands continue to caress your body. His mouth stayed attacking your sensitive skin along your neck and shoulder, his hands reading your skin like a blind man to a map. You were like an undiscovered island and he was going to walk every inch until he knew every single detail about who you were. And your body never reacted negatively, and boy did that turn Soap on more and more. Your sounds increase in volume, the roughness of his skin against the contrast of your silky smooth body. 

His left hand inched up your chest, taking time to trace ghosted circles around your nipples. The jolt of pleasure made your body slightly jump, earning a click of Soap’s tongue directly in your ear. His hold on you tightens just slightly, his finger still lightly tracing over the sensitive bud.

“Bonnie, ya gotta settle. Not gonna hurt ya.” His voice was low, coarse. The warmth of his breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Swallowing, you let out a shaky sigh, desperate to hold your composure against your boyfriend. His touch was making you lose your mind, almost drowning in pleasure. He continued to ghost over your ever-growing nipples, taking moments to softly bite on your ear, taking his time with you. 

“Johnny…~” You let out a whine, slightly tilting your head up to try and meet his gaze. He smirked, basking in the eagerness of your body. His left hand reached up to brush your hair out of your face, placing a gentle kiss against your throat, before lightly nibbling. He felt your throat vibrate as a low moan peaked out of you. Pulling away, his hand grabbed your jaw, and pulled you to look directly at him through the mirror. 

“Look Bonnie. Yer so pretty f’ me.” His eyes, dark with lust, sent your heart straight to your heat. Your eyes followed where his right hand went, grabbing the soft skin above the waistline of your pants. Without removing his gaze, he slowly lowered the colorful pants just enough to where he had better access to his main course. “Steamin’ Fuckin’ Jesus.” He growled, exhaling in an attempt to hold himself back. 

He tapped his fingers against your waist, gently rubbing your skin, causing your breathing to increase. The feeling of his rough hands against you was enough to stimulate you. Face heating up, ready to explode. You started softly chanting whirls of curses, heart hammering against your chest as his fingers dipped lower and lower. The muscles of his hand flexed the moment he landed on the bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp came from your lips, his fingers making themselves known to your body. 

“Fuck…” You sighed out, eyes screwed shut at the intensity of the way he swiped on you so perfectly. 

“Open yer eyes. Want ya to watch.” He spoke, demanded even. His hold on your jaw never lifted, never tightened. He was determined to have you watch as he turned you to mesh, as you come undone by just his digits. 

The sight, to him, was unbearable. The confines of his pants are too much to take, no better when your ass kept grinding up against him as your body reacted to his every touch. He couldn’t continue, not like this. Releasing both his hands, he quickly removed his shirt, and yanked your pants completely off. He took a step back, admiring the beauty that was you. Biting his lip, he smacked your ass with an audible “Mmm” as he began to unbuckle his belt. Removing the belt, he put himself back against your body, hands grabbing your waist to hold you down flesh against him.

“Gonna ruin ya, Dove. Gently, of course.” He let out a lustful laugh, as he picked you up and placed you on the bed still facing the mirror. And You never lose his gaze. You watch as his hands work on his pants, the tent begging to be freed. Watch as his hand muscles flex when undoing the button, the way they convulse as he unzips, the way his happy trail peeks out. 

Your eyes stare daggers onto the V of his pelvis, as he agonizingly lowers his pants, groaning at the air hitting his unbearingly sensitive cock. Gaze following the slight bounce it has, the way it curves just barely upwards, the girth making your heat quiver at the thought of being ravished by him. The pretty pink of the tip blended perfectly to his skin tone, your mind just wanting to admire the appendage. His calloused hands found the skin of your back, gently pushing you forward so that your face laid upon the pillow you carefully grabbed. He applied another smack against the skin of your ass, softly rubbing the spot to ease the sting it created. His hands began to go lower, back to their familiar discovery, to prep you more. 

He knows what he’s packing, and he knows that you’d hurt. And he doesn’t want to hurt his pretty little hen. 

He poked and prod at your folds, smirking at how jumpy your body was to his touch. Soft whimpers escaped your throat as he started to slowly insert a finger, hissing at how tight you were. 

“Relax, Peach. Relaaax~” He drew out the word, as his voice lowered. His finger continued to inch in and out, trying to get you less tense, only for an idea to spring into his mind. Keeping his finger inside, he inched his face closer, gently exhaling against your heat, chuckling when he catches the glimpse of your eyes widening.

His mouth was wet, warm, and hungry. And boy was he about to FEAST.

He licked a quick swipe on your body, other hand reaching up to hold your hips still. The sounds you mewled out were like heaven to him, he craved more. The stubble of his facial hair rubbed on your clit in such a way that it had you biting the pillow, scared you were gonna get too loud. The strength of his muscle was making you see stars, the combination with his finger creating a black hole within your belly. 

“J-John- I-” You kept whimpering, soft monas here and there as his teeth would oh so very gently nibble on you. The pumps of his fingers, and the wetness of his mouth was making your mind fuzzy, muscles tightening up, ready to explode. His chin was wet. Absolutely coated. Satisfied, he gave one last lick before pulling away, quick to align himself to your entrance. 

“Breathe, Peach. I’ll reward ya f’ bein’ so good, yeah?” He inserted his tip, lowly cursing at how your walls were like a suction cup. He took his time on giving you his whole self, letting you adjust at every inch until sheathed to the hilt. Once fully inside, sharp breaths inhaling and exhaling, he leaned down, bare chest against your back. Lips kiss up your spine, before reaching the base of your shoulder blades. 

His hands softly rub all over your stomach, occasionally dipping to your stomach, speaking praises against your skin as he feels you relax on him, making it easier for him to move. 

“Yer fuckin’ gorgeous, Bonnie.” He lifts you up enough so your back is still pressed against his chest, only this time, your eyes fixated on the same very mirror he undressed you at. “Look at ya.”

He began to gently thrust his hips upward, drawing out every single one to feel every square inch of your body. He uses the same hand he previously held your face in, to lightly hold your jaw, keeping your gaze on his eyes through the mirror, watching as he fucked you so passionately. Watch as his hips fit your body perfectly, each thrust impacts your body, the bulge so very faint on your belly. His pace continues to increase, loving the way your moans were in sync with the wet sounds you created on his dick. 

His unoccupied hand went back to your clit, wreaking havoc on your body, wanting you to squeeze him so tight, almost like a stress toy. And that’s what he was. Your stress toy.

Deep moans formed in your throat, legs quivering at the overbearing sensation that was applied to your body. Fists formed on your hands, as the sheets of the bed bunched up into them. Desperate, you reached for his hand that toyed with you, trying to push away, moans increasing in volume the more he poked and prodded. 

“No no. Yer almost there, Dove. Jus’ like that.” He began to grunt out, sounds of his love echoing throughout the room. He could feel you were nearing your release, and as nice as he was, he let go of your jaw, and pushed you forward so you some-what comfortably laid onto the bed, as he grabbed your hips to hold you steady as he fully sheathed himself, stopping all motion.

“Johnny!” You shut your eyes, whimpering at the sudden stop of motion, quickly trying to grind back against him for any kind of friction, BEGGING for release.

He let out a soft chuckle, gently apologizing for his actions, before pulling himself out just enough to where his tip stayed inserted. And with one fluid motion, he yanked your hips harshly against his, the feeling immediately ripping the build up from you. Eyes shut, your body shook, breaths heavy as he continued to ride it out. But the way your walls kept clenching him, and sucking him in, it was unbearable for him.

“Fuuuck Bonnie, Gonna kill me.” His voice increased in pitch, his groans evident that he, too, was edging near, so desperate to not finish inside, but alas, he couldn’t stop. His body tensed so hard, he had to still himself, twitching so slightly, his own end filling you up.

After realizing his actions, he was quick to caress your body, still sheathed within. Lips peppered loving pecks all over your lower back, his dogtags cold against your skin. 

“Yer the devil, y’know. Fuck, I need you.” 

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: July 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fics post 💜

Also, most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.

I am so sorry that this list is so long 🫣 I’ve clearly had waaaay too much time on my hands 😂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | 💜 | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯. 

⭐A Remedy for Mondays: pt2, pt3, pt4 [completed series] 💯 by @dovechim​ // pjm x f.reader // coworkers!au, office!au, s2c2l // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 All you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

🗨️ This is one of the most hilarious plots I’ve read! 😂 It is so funny, with a good amount of angst, fluff and brilliant comedy 👏 This is really one of my all time favorites - if you have not read this one yet, please go read it, you won’t be disappointed! 💎

⭐Two point Five (2.5): pt2 [series] 💯by @bratkook​ // jjk x f.reader // handyman!jk, s2f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?

🗨️ This is also one of my all time favorites! 💎There is just something incredibly hot about handyman JK 🥵 It is so good, juicy, smutty and there's comedy in it too! Please don’t be sleeping on this one.

⭐Not my Fault by @taegularities​ // jjk x f.reader // college!au, classmates to lovers // 🥰🥵

📝 After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won’t give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later – and it’s truly not your fault that he’s so damn hard to resist.

🗨️ This is really, really good! I loved everything in this 💜

⭐Illicit Favors 💯 by @yoongiofmine​ // myg x f.reader // producer!yoongi, virgin!reader, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

🗨️ Matchmaker Namjoon!! The premise is funny and leads to slight awkwardness, but it’s so good. I love the reader and Yoongi’s friendship in this. I was left speechless after reading it, I can’t recommend this enough 🙂

⭐Now We Reign by @oddinary4bts​ // myg x f.reader // idol!au, work collaborators to lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

🗨️ If you want to take your feelings on a roller-coaster ride, this i definitely for you! 💜 It is a great masterpiece and has a rich and deep story. A must read 👏

⭐Just Dance it Off by @kookdiaries  // pjm x f.reader // dancers!au, e2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When you hear that you are cast as the female lead in the upcoming end of the semester show, you are completely thrilled. That is, until you hear who your partner is…

🗨️ I love enemies to lovers and this is so, so good 👏

⭐Netflix & chill [ongoing (incomplete) series] by @1kook  // jjk x f.reader // s2l, app developer!jjk, slice of life // 🥵🥰😂

📝 If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.

🗨️ I wouldn’t normally recommend an incomplete series, but I really like this one and I actually think that the last special works well as the finale for the series (it gives closure). There are many parts, specials and ‘commercial breaks’ in this, so a lot to sink your teeth in! I think it is funny and sweet and there’s smut in every main story ❤️‍🔥

⭐Bad Decisions by @jjungkookislife  // myg x f.reader // f2l, tech support!Yoongi // 🥵🥰😂

📝 Jimin is desperate to get his apartment back to himself. He’ll move hell and earth, and even drop to his knees to beg you to take his brother, Yoongi, out of his hands. Who are you to say no to that pretty face and sinister grin? 

🗨️ It should be illegal how much I enjoyed and adore this! I loved the dynamic between all the characters. It is definitely worth a read, it is thoroughly funny and smutty 👌

⭐Oh, Darling! [completed series] By @yoongiofmine  // myg x f.reader // university!au, professor!Yoongi, student!reader // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

🗨️ Dang this is incredibly hot, okay! The profession/student dynamic is just so satisfying and ugh. I really like that this doesn’t feel awkward or forced, but actually like they are equal 💜

⭐Love like This by @ppersonna  // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰🥰🥰🥵

📝 Jimin wants to make sure this birthday is your favorite one yet.

🗨️ This is just sweet sugary fluff with some soft and cute smut (can smut be cute? 🫢). It is just so, so sweet 💜

⭐Tricks of the Trade 💯by @stutterfly​ // myg x f.reader // body swap!au, soulmates!au, idiots to lovers, frenemies to lovers // 🥰😂🥵

📝 The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

🗨️ This is utterly perfection! It is so funny and hilarious - but it is also insanely smutty! It’s really interesting with body swapping, what they learn about each other, lol. I read this on a day where I was feeling down, and it honestly made my day! 💜Also, now I kinda wanna watch ‘She’s the Man’ 😂

⭐The Boyfriend Concept by @kpopfanfictrash​ // pjm x f.reader // porn star!au // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

🗨️ This is just really wholesome 🥹It is also incredibly hot too! 🥵

⭐The Making of: Love by @inkjam-moon​ // knj x f.reader // actor!au, s2l (not really strangers, ‘cuz they know of each other) // 🥰🥵😂

📝 When the movie you’re in requires to to film a risque scene with a world renowned sex symbol, your virginity is suddenly all you can focus on.

🗨️ I think this is funny, so I’ll tag it with comedy! Jimin is in it (he is readers manager) and he is just doing his best job of being a supporting character 👏 It’s good! 

⭐Reset by @dovechim​ // pjm x f.reader // college!au, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege. 

🗨️ It is really, really good! And if you want to bawl your eyes out like I did, seriously give it a read. It is equally beautiful, cute and sad. Jimins last sentence really killed me 😭

⭐5280 feet by @xbaepsae​ // pjm x f.reader // mile high club!au, flight attendant!reader // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Never in your life have you met such a cocky, yet still strangely attractive, person. His words really struck a chord in you, and now you really can’t stop imagining your legs wrapped around him…or his cock in your mouth.

🗨️ This is so good! 🔥🥵 The plot is nice and the smut is just so 🔥 i love it 😍💖 if you haven’t read this, it is definitely worth a read!

⭐Heartbreak Insurance by @jimlingss​ // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂

📝 At Heartbreak Insurance, we are committed to be there when you need it most. Affordable and comprehensible solutions to meet your needs today! With our Heartbreak Insurance, you can find a plan that fits your needs. We cover and care for you in your most vulnerable times, offering paid time off, therapy sessions and care packages. Because heartbreak is pain too.

🗨️ This is hella fluffy! 🥰 It is just sweet and fluffy perfectness 😘

⭐Performance Evaluation by @kookscrescent​ // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!au, college!au // 🥵

📝 After the guy you’d gone out with for a few weeks, suddenly dumps you after you’ve slept with him, you want to know if your bedroom skills are the root of the problem, and there’s only one person you really want to turn to to find out. But unfortunately for you, he’s gay. So he sends you to the next best person. Min Yoongi. 

🗨️ The plot is on point and the smut is on fire 👌It is awkward in the beginning, but that made it funny (for me at least) 😂

⭐100 km/hour 💯by @chateautae​ // pjm x f.reader // fuckboy!au, college!au, pwp // 🥵

📝 What exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

🗨️ I was not at all prepared for the juicy smut in this 🥵 I really love the tension between reader and Jimin, and omfg the smut + tension 🤌🏾It is just brilliant 👏

Thank you so much for going through my recommendations! I hope you find something that you like and show it some love. I’m still going through my reading list from as far back as 2017, so don’t be surprised if I recommend something ‘old’. And I know that some of these amazing writers are on hiatus or completely closed, but their fics are still slapping and worth a read, like or reblog.

Borahae 💜

[cherrynwinesk]

my first request is me not being an anon 🤭 anyway i saw ur quackity post about treating his s/o like a princess and i was like “AAWWWW QUE LINDOOOO” SO maybe u can do some headcanons of that? or lo que tu quieras 🤷‍♀️

(also i love the fact u do spanish and english content 🫶🏻 spanish is my first language so seeing content in my mother tongue is very warming 🫶🏻)

🍒: Mucha graciaaaaas!!! Creeme que yo también buscaba contenido en español y es súper limitado, y dije "no me voy a quedar esperando a que alguien más lo haga y voy hacerlo yo". Te lo voy a poner en ambos idiomas porque Quackity internacional. Gracias por tu apoyo, espero que mi blog sea un lugar seguro<333

Princess Treat Headcanon's ~ Quackity

Story g: Sfw / Soft

Language: English / Español

⚠️: None/Ninguno

CC's: Quackity, ElQuackity (bc both languages lol)

Reader g: Female / Femenino

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

»Español;

•Tiene su grado de caballerosidad siempre independientemente de quién sea la otra mujer, amigas, hermana, mamá, alguna familiar tuya

•Mientras te pretende, él siempre va a ser caballeroso

•Siendo novios esa caballerosidad es exclusiva, este trato no lo va a tener nadie más que tu

•Comenzando por lo básico, él siempre abrirá la puerta para ti, restaurante, casa o cualquier lugar. Quackity siempre abrirá la puerta para que tú puedas pasar primero sin tener que hacer el esfuerzo de empujar la puerta por tu propia cuenta

•Quackity también abre la puerta de su carro para ti, pero en este caso, una vez abierta la puerta él extiende su mano para que puedas tomarla y apoyarte en él para salir del asiento del copiloto

•Él nunca, nunca, va a llamarte con un insulto, ni por más pequeño que sea el insulto como "tonta" o cualquier otro

•Nunca va a faltarte el respeto haciendo comentarios sugerentes en momentos no indicados

•E incluso en momentos indicados, él siempre va hablarte o dirigirse hacia ti sin obsenidades

•Carga en su carro algunas sandalias o crocs cómodos por si en alguna cita tus zapatos empiezan a lastimar tus pies

•Quackity es un hombre proveedor

•Tus comidas siempre las paga él sin ninguna condición o esperar algo a cambio

•Siempre hay un pequeño detalle en tu cuerpo, como alguna cadena, pulcera o anillo que lo representen a él como tú novio

•Sin la necesidad de marcarte posesivamente

•"Está joya es un regalo de mi novio" y con eso él está presente en tu vida

»English;

•He always has his degree of chivalry regardless of who the other woman is, friends, sister, mother, any relative of yours.

•While you are dating, he's always going to be chivalrous.

•Being a couple that chivalry is exclusive, this deal will not have anyone else but you

•Starting with the basics, he will always open the door for you, restaurant, home or anywhere. Quackity will always open the door so you can go through first without having to push the door yourself.

•Quackity also opens his car door for you, but in this case, once the door is open he extends his hand so you can take it and lean on him to get out of the passenger seat

•He will never, never, call you an insult, no matter how small the insult is like "stupid" or any other

•He will never disrespect you by making suggestive comments at inappropriate times.

•And even at the right times, he will always talk to you or address you without obscenity

•Carry some comfortable sandals or crocs in his car in case your shoes start to hurt your feet on a date

•Quackity is a provider man

•Your meals are always paid for by him without any conditions or expecting something in return

•There is always a small detail on your body, like a chain, bracelet or ring that represents him as your boyfriend.

•Without the need to mark you possessively

•"This jewel is a gift from my boyfriend" and with that he is present in your life

[chrollohearttags]

the blackest rose always blooms • a chrollo lucifer series

part one • “..why am I here?”

synopsis: (y/n), a successful, affluent woman takes an unexpected fall from grace after the relationship with her husband of five years takes a tumultuous turn, leaving her to flee with nothing but her life. But can the man she finds solace in afterwards be trusted to protect her or will the skeletons in his closet prove too much to bear also?

content warning: dark content, *depictions* of abuse and violence (no vivid or gruesome details), yandere (if you squint), smut and sexual content, mirror sex, oral, missionary, riding, marking and biting, overstimulation

word count: 1.5K

📝: so this is going to be a little something new I’m trying. In terms of my writing style and content, just to test the waters a little and myself! This will also be a multi-part series and it’ll feature the story from (y/n)’s POV for this piece so I hope it’s not confusing. In no way am I romanticizing an abusive relationship or trying to display it but this is mainly a smut piece and I will be getting into details as the series goes on! (It’ll make sense once I start to add more!)

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

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“Why am I here?”

I asked myself that same damn question every single day. It’s the only one that crosses my mind and has been for a month now. A loaded one with a handful of different meanings to me. Why am I here?..still walking this earth, wandering aimlessly with no direction? After leading a life with such hope and promise. One filled with aspirations, goals..glamor. Living in my own little world where nothing more than my image and wealth mattered. I had it all. The career, the status, the power and the bank account to match! Four cars in my garage and more money in my pockets than I’d ever know what to do with. Not to mention, the husband. The one who spoiled me rotten..flew me halfway around the world merely because we were bored. A man as handsome as he was charming. I owned every handbag I’d ever wanted, every piece of jewelry and boy, was I in love. In love with his mind, his body (and God, did I love his body!) and soul. You could even say I was a little obsessed. The way he nurtured me; poured into my cup constantly..he made love to me in ways that my body and spirit could never forget. Reactions only he could drum from within..

so why am I here?..screaming another man’s name. Clawing my nails through the pale, ink laden skin of his back. My legs coiling his waist as I cradle him close, as if to never let him go. Our frames intertwined as one atop the California King bed, residing within the walls of his condo. A mirror dangling above our bodies to display the actions taking place. A reminder of my sinful decisions and less than wise choices. Even so, I can’t help myself. Can’t help but to scratch a little more as I beg him to go deeper..not to stop until I can no longer take it. Until my legs are of no use and he can’t coax another drop from the aching core of my stomach. Where I could feel each throbbing inch of him. Fucking me nearly senseless, as if it were for the last time…as if he loved me..I thought I was seeing the stars at one point! All of this only coming after I allowed him to flick his tongue around between my thighs for nearly an hour. Or rather I should say..he did so until he was damn well pleased. Not stopping or raising for air once. I could pull on his hair, push him away, it didn’t even matter. To drink in all of my flavors, sucking on my clit as if they were the most divine thing he had ever tasted. Feasting greedily and selflessly on my sex; unrequited in his love. Even as I pushed his head away and climaxed more times than I could count. He persisted forward and when I questioned why he enjoyed himself so much, his only response was a mere laugh and: “Because, my dear. Seeing you get off is all the pleasure I need. As long as you are satisfied, I am as well..” talk about an overachiever! And the perfect lover..telling me how my pussy had become his favorite meal. I mean, what woman in their right mind would complain about that? Hell, any guilt that I felt before was beginning to subside. I no longer felt ashamed of letting another man inside of me.

because perhaps, the most cherished gift my husband ever gave to me was not my thirty thousand dollar engagement ring or the nearly million dollar wedding ceremony to follow. The huge house we lived in. It wasn’t even the title of Mrs. Morrow..but instead, the rose colored glasses he placed on my eyes and never removed. Even when I could begin to see things for what they truly were. When the veil lifted and smoke cleared…they were still plastered to my face. Shielding me from the ugly truth that was my supposedly beautiful life. I lied to myself, lied to everyone that things were perfect. That things were nothing short of euphoric, heaven on earth in my household. When in reality, not even I knew the hell I was about to encounter. One day, I’m in Hisoka’s arms, slow dancing to music on the balcony underneath the night stars. The next? I’m running down the street; soaked in my own blood from head to toe as I screamed for help. Crying as I peeled over in pain. But alas, no one came to my rescue. Maybe that was his intention all along. To isolate me from the rest of the world by moving me to a four story mansion atop a hill in the middle of nowhere. The red flags were all there from the beginning but I paid them no attention. I was too busy riding him to kingdom come after he took me to the Maldives..how fucking stupid! But I had to learn my lesson quickly. Especially when the roles reversed quickly and I found him atop me..brandishing his hands around my throat and not in a way anyone would enjoy. Slowly draining my life away from me until I was able to get an opening with a nearby metal nail file. I dug it into his shoulder, scooted off the floor, struck out running and never looked back! Because the truth was, he never loved me at all. Much like many people in Hisoka’s life, he was using me. For my money, my status and everything I owned. And now? He wanted it all to himself without me in my picture. Not because he needed it, no. Because he was a greedy bastard! The only person that Hisoka Morrow loved was Hisoka Morrow. I was never even a factor. He lied in wait for five years to execute his plan and me in the process. So when I made my escape, leaving him and everything I knew behind, never would I have imagined that I’d find rescue in the arms of a man that I’d never expected. Somewhat of a familiar face but one I knew nothing of beyond his unique appearance and his name of course…

“Chrollo!…ahh!”’ Chrollo Lucifer. A name, face (and stroke game) like the devil but he was nothing short of an angel in my eyes. My saving grace if anything. As I ran down the winding sidewalk, to the main gate closing us off from the rest of the world..in the pouring rain nonetheless, I was greeted by a car. A black BMW and a familiar face through the sheet of droplets between us..turns out, he was coming to confront my husband about a business deal that he slighted him on (surprise, surprise) when he ran into me and his motive was no longer revenge or debating. But rather, getting me to safety and shelter. He didn’t even ask what was going on. He merely shuffled me into his passenger seat with his coat draped across my shoulders and told me to get in. The timing was almost too perfect, calculated even!..but there was no motive or malice in this for him. It was all a mere case of the right place, right time..

“(Y/N)…you feel so good, my love..” and I was glad that things panned out that way. So as I lie here entangled in these sheets, holding his hands and shoving my tongue between his lips..letting him mark up my neck and shoulder with his gentle kisses and bites. As if he were trying to put his claim on me for good… “Don’t stop, please..” I ask myself yet again: ‘why am I here?’ A question I may never truly know the answer to. But I did know one thing for certain:

I felt safe, free..happy and I never wanted to leave. This place, this bed..

I never wanted to leave him.

[ozarkthedog]

Ozzie, congratulations on your wonderful milestone and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!💖🌺🥳I’ve been lucky to follow your blog for more than a year now and I can’t thank you enough for sharing your talent with us♥️ I LOVE your writing so much!😍 you’re super cool and amazing!🫂💕💕💕 for my ask can I request 📝 Private - 3 with Dave York (if you’d like ofc)♥️♥️♥️

kate!! thank you!! and thank you so much for being a sweetheart and such a talented person too boot! i hope you love this lil blurb! 💙💙💙

18+ mdni. Dave York x gn!reader. -> 'in front of a bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves'

If it wasn't for the sink and Dave's warm body, still damp from the shower, crushing your bare torso against the porcelain, you would've crumbled to the floor in the quaint bathroom long ago. 

"Look how pretty you are," he husks, catching your eyes in the foggy mirror before sinking further into your slick warmth. "No, no. Don't turn away." 

A large possessive hand curls under your jaw, tilting until his dark, feral eyes pierce your own. 

"What you to see what I see." He forces you to watch the sinful mirrored display as he holds you against his broad, naked chest. "Want you to see how beautifully untamed you are when you come on my cock." 

Ozzie’s 11k birthday sleepover

[cherrysoulth]

AIRPLANE

💕Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

✏️Genre/au: Canon, Smut, Idol x Idol AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 2849

⚠️chapter warnings: Explicit smut, daddy kink, dom behaviour

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It wasn’t very often that you would intentionally piss him off and besides his passive-aggressive attitude when something bothered him, his jaw-clenching was a difficult thing to see.

Either way, it was something that turned you on. Every time you would see him do that, even though it wasn’t something related to good, something inside of you awakened. Like a sinful pleasure. Like the extra piece of your favourite cake that you take because you deserve it but the little devil in you tells you that you’re gonna regret it later. Still, you love it.

So this time, you took pleasure in pushing his nerves a little bit while working. You were sitting at the table in front of each other, reading the questions from ARMY when you caressed his leg, using the advantage of being across from him, behind the camera eye. He looked at you over his papers, showing with his dragon eyes and how absolutely not in the mood he was for games. Later today,after the set of the Run special, the boys have to take a flight to New Orleans for the first episode of another Bon Voyage and he is always especially tense before a flight. For that, he snapped more easily.

You gave him an unbothered look, as if you had only done it unintentionally, although he went back to read, he wasn’t buying it. Then when he seemed to relax, you did it again, starting from his toe to the inside of his knee between his legs, and he closed them, without looking. You weren’t staring at him either as you read, but you noticed his hand on your ankle, gripping it and you flick your eyes up only to notice his warning look from the same position and how his jaw clenched.

Deciding to not bust your boyfriend's balls to a point of settling on a possible argument, you decided to leave him alone at that point. But as soon as you got onto the plane, the veto was over.

You walk through the plane observing the members take their seats before you reach yours. Namjoon’s eyes are on your every move as he sits diagonally from you, in a seat opposite to the direction yours is facing. By the way he looks at you, the awareness that you are in a closed space with nowhere to run to, enlightens your mind and you realise you have played with fire without an extinguisher by you. Only your flesh and bones to go through the flames.

When the flying vehicle reaches stability in the sky you find the moment to escape to the service area, anything to get away from the insistent glare of your boyfriend who has no intention to back off on the game you have started. He follows you there and stares at you in silence as he turns on the kettle and heats water for tea, you guess. The hostess offers to help with the food service but you both excuse her politely and keep going with the motions. You make yourself a cappuccino and rest against the edge of the counter; he takes his chance to enclose you in that position and he looks through the cabinets for something without even looking inside. His eyes keep on you as he invades your personal space further and you just give the glare back taking the mug to your mouth. ‘If this is going to be our fifteen hour trip, I’m screwed.’ you think, finally taking your eyes away from him in surrender, but not before you see him arch and eyebrow and also rest at the opposite counter. ‘Oh god… this is going to be a long flight.’

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Some time later, mostly everyone is sleeping in their seats. Namjoon isn’t sleeping, trying to avoid the jet lag by staying awake, with a book in his hand as he sits cosy in his place. You look at him with endearment, his focus completely in the characters written in the pocket size version of a book, with a slay frown. A smile draws on your lips before you put down the notebook you were using to write down lyrics, or at least the outline of what can be good rhymes for the song you are preparing in the studio. You close it and put the pen on top of it. You hope Namjoon doesn’t get to see the secrecy in them until the whole album is out, but it’s practically impossible that he doesn’t, at least, get a hint of them when your group is buzzing over the beat and flow that the recording has.

Invested in your thoughts, you make use of the door next to yours and Sohyung’s seats to reach the ensuite bathroom inside the room. Taehyung and Jimin sleep in the bed tangled to each other cutely with dimmed lights that allow you to close the door and reach the bathroom, seeing your path comfortably.

After relieving yourself, you take time cleaning your hands and your face, using a bamboo disposable toothbrush to wash your teeth with the thought of taking a small nap. However, as soon as you open the door, you are face to face with a tall figure that pushes you inside the three piece space before you can even process who he is and locks the door behind himself.

“Namjoon– You scared me!” you whisper loudly, thoughtful to not interrupt the rest of the sleeping men at the other side of the thin walls.

He has you caged against the sink between his bulky arms and lowers his upper body to get at your eye level, dragon eyes on you like you are prey. That stare that he reserves only for you.

“Joon-ah are you okay?” you ask feigning innocence, playing along. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” But his stare doesn’t minimise its intensity.

“You think you're funny, right?” he asks with that natural deep voice of his. “Playing your little games while we are working knowing that I can't do anything about it.” Finally the rabbit is out of the hole and running free inside the room.

“Maybe?” you reply, playful, with a smirk. Never retreating your eyes from his.

“Yeah,” he chuckles and your skin raises in goosebumps when he closes his mouth and clenches his jaw again. “Do you think you're going to get away with it?”

Your smirk grows wider showing your pearly whites and you nod, raising your brows slightly, daring. His response has your eyes lowering to his lips where his tongue plays at the centre of them, moisturising the surface in another annoyed gesture.

“Hm.”

That’s all he says before he slowly leans with his pelvis against yours, hard on in full bust in between the fabrics of your sweatpants and he leans for a kiss to which you surrender. But as soon as his lips are about to touch yours and you move your arms up to his shoulders, he pulls fully away and moves to unlock the door. Your first instinct responds by grabbing one of the baggy sleeves of his hoodie, to prevent him from opening the door, and he turns around.

“Hm?” He arches an eyebrow, inquisitive.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper without letting go of the soft fabric.

“Hm? What?” The way he lowers his chin and curves his neck forward, makes you understand he heard you just fine but he wants you to repeat it.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you tell him, lowering your chin and making big pleading eyes for him.

“Babe?” he snorts and shakes his head raising his brows. You detect he’s about to turn around and leave by the way his body sways back.

“Daddy…” you whisper, changing your expresion to unbothered, only your eyes hinting your intentions.

He seems automatically paralysed from head to toe , looking at you with slightly bulged eyes. It’s the first time you call him that and he surely wasn’t expecting it when he mocked the nickname. He expected you to pull him again and pout for a bit until you got your way, but this wasn’t at all what he thought. In your case, you weren’t expecting his next move.

Without a word he’s all over you, mouth demanding yours to move against it, hands pulling your body, your clothes until you are against the wall of the open shower. His lower body is so hard against yours that you think he’ll mould you into another form. His tongue intrudes in such intensity, brushing your tongue in circles and finding your palate to make it deeper, that you moan slightly over the torturous muscle. His throat vibrates with a chuckle but he doesn’t stop or slow down until your hands crease the hoodie at the sides from all the grabbing, trying to get a hold of yourself from the dizzying experience.

He parts his lips staying an inch from your mouth, his breathing as unsteady as yours while his hands are tightly gripping at your waist. The idea of possible bruises in the area are the least of your problems when he turns you around and presses his shaft between your cheeks, pressing your front against the wall. He kisses your head and groans, thoughtful, or that’s what you can tell. He’s evaluating the risks, if it’s worth getting caught joining the mile club to get a tingle off.

It would be embarrassing to you too and you know that since he’s the one who has begun the move, he has in mind how it might affect you too. But you want it, you want him to push it in you and be accountable for this transgression. At least once, do something that goes against what anyone would expect from you. Not even yourselves. You move your hips, bringing your hands to his and just like that condemn any conscience he was making use of.

It’s memorable how quick his hand is in between your panties and skin. His index and middle finger are quick to find the moisture his actions have created in between your folds and he grunts, moving his hips against your cheeks again. He uses his now wet fingers to draw circles on your clit just as quickly and you close your eyes, trying to keep quiet while also allowing the pleasure to build. But the moment you feel his shaft trace the curve again you move one hand from his hip to the waistband.

He seems to read your intentions because his fingers stop for a second as he separates his lower body from you and you reach underneath his boxers to his shaft. The moisture in it, from the precum, draws a smile of pride on your face and you rub your thumb over the tip to massage the sensitive area. You hear his breath falter, making you chuckle.

You feel his hand leave your pelvic area and attempt to look at him in wonder before he uses both hands to pull down your undergarments. He’s just as quick with his own and when you see him take you by the wrist to put your hand away, you simply let him take control.

His head finds your folds and intrudes in between them slowly, aware that the delicacy of the situation might show in your body like an opposition, even moist. The hand that was previously exploring you returns to its duty in means to ease the intrusion and do damage control if he slips out. The other hand is his hook point to hold your body steady at the waist.

His slide fills you up, bare against your walls, gripping him like a vice, you can almost tell his form through the wetness and he doesn’t stop until his tip kisses your cervix, making you close your hands into fists over the grey surface of fake tiles. There’s no pain to it, however, he doesn’t push it further. He just pecks it, owning the whole space inside you where he fits so well.

He allows his chest to press against your shoulder blades and kisses your head again. “You feel so good…” he mutters in that almost unintelligible deepness his voice can reach.

“You too, babe,” you respond, mindlessly.

He twitches and says something again but this time you don’t understand it, or don’t really have the time to figure out the words because he pulls out to the middle and bangs in. The arm on your waist snakes up to cover your mouth with that big hand and muffle the gasp you let out when he hits bottom.

“Daddy.” he demands against your ear, letting the voice be raspy against his vocal cords.

He doesn’t move, only eases the pressure of his girth in you, awaiting for an answer. You nod obediently, having never experienced this side of him. His mouth retires from your face and he starts to thrust in you. He’s slow with measure, pacing at the same speed he is letting his fingers work and you rest your forehead on the wall. “Oh daddy…” you mutter unintentionally sultry, out of desire.

His hips snap against you and your eyes bulge when he suddenly speeds up. His hand snakes up again and he uses his forearm as his only hold of you as he tries to keep himself as silent as possible too, but grumbling behind you.. His efforts with your bud and the speed finally catch up with you and you clench around him, reaching for his hair as you hold your breath repeatedly to not scream. The thrusts don’t stop there, and he takes you in his arms by the thighs without pulling out, letting your feet set on the floor as you reach the sink and pushing your upper body over the counter. His hand returns to muffle you while the other holds you by the hips and he snaps inside you over and over until you are a whiny mess underneath him.

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“Hold on a little bit more, baby. There goes another one…” he mutters and your eyes bulge again with the forth orgasm, prickling tears in your eyes. The hand at your hips has long abandoned your soft flesh for the wetness of your button where he doesn’t desist with his ministrations. This time, though, you’ve had enough of it and try to pull away from him, get him off or out by struggling, but the wet hand lands at your back and presses you in place. He snaps his hips with yours again and doesn’t move, still hard like iron inside of you. “What was that?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your mouth. It’s humid from your breath, the whole bathroom could be, if it wasn’t for the ventilation.

“Please, I can’t–with another one…” you mutter breathlessly.

He leans over putting his mouth in your ear as your head is tilted. “Will you behave then? Will you stop playing games when I can’t respond?” he inquires, nibbling on the earlobe and you almost groan.

“I will.”

“Good girl,” he replies as he stands straight. “Now try to be quiet.”

He takes hold of your waist to push in you and you use your own hands to cover up the unavoidable little sounds that his relentless pace makes you do. He is merciless and your overstimulation covers up the growing sensation inside of you. His hips snap one last time and he reduces the pace as he starts emptying himself inside, biting his lower lip so hard, as you see it in the mirror, that you are worried he’ll burst it. It’s then, when he pushes deep inside your core and he hits the end that the ditch of pleasure spills. You squirm underneath him. It’s not as strong as the other’s but with how spent you are, it’s lethal, and it makes you dizzy.

“Are you ok?” he says, pulling out and making you stand, turning you around in his arms. You nod but you lean against him as you try to regain your breath. “I’m sorry, baby… Did I go too hard on you?” His hands rest on your arms as he searches your stare with his eyes.

“I’ll be okay,” you say and a little chuckle escapes with the statement. His arms surround you as you meet his eyes and he presses you against his body, soothingly rubbing a hand at your back. You let your head fall over his chest, listening to his heart as it starts calming down but then realise where you are and move away. “We should clean ourselves.”

.

As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you see Jimin in bed with his phone. Taehyung is still in deep sleep with a leg over him but Jimin is very awake. He looks at you and as he’s putting his phone away he chuckles while covering his mouth. When Namjoon comes out of the bathroom Jimin just starts laughing and turns his face shyly .

“Oh shut up,” you and Namjoon say in unison.

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Thank you @moonleeai for the beta work 💕💜

[anchoredarchangel]

Get to know me (Jan 2024 edition)

Thanks @rmd-writes for the tag 🤍

Last song: Your Song - Ewan McGregor (Moulin Rouge) - Commenters on The Cosmos are still educating me about this song and its many covers and I am doing my homework. 📝 I see you. I’m listening.

Last film: No Hard Feelings. My beloved @firenati0n has been supplying me with romcoms and unhinged movie recommendations whenever my brain starts threatening to leak out of my ears, and her repayment is nothing but screaming.

Currently reading: oh my god, nothing, and it’s awful. I am currently trying to exorcise so many words from my mind and the second I’ve done it I am going to go binge-read so hard it will make the sin of gluttony feel a little sick.

Currently Watching: good question- @firenati0n what is next on my agenda?

Currently consuming: we are hydrating and we are writing, party people.

Currently craving: just… so… so much sleep.

open tag if anyone is in a sharing mood, tell me about yourself 💫

[vivian-pascal]

i am over the moon!! I can't believe we got to 300!! this is such a dream and I want to thank each and everyone of you! I only joined Tumblr a couple months back and I've met so many amazing people on here. I love each and every single one of you!! I cant thank you all enough!!

i would like to do something fun to celebrate so I thought of a little ask game!

 💗asks- send me any of these below and I will gladly answer!

📝drabble- you guys can send me an ask to write a little drabble of what ya'll are thinking. I'll be open for your ideas!

👀 question- ask anything your heart desires! could be something about me, someone else, musicians, FMK etc!

📖fav books- you can ask me about some books I've been reading or what I recommend!

i thank you all so much and I cant believe this!!

tags! <3

@morallyinept @mermaidgirl30 @rav3n-pascal22 @mountainsandmayhem @amyispxnk @pinkcrystal44 @guelyury @iamsherloocked @itsokbbygrl @heartpascalispunk @littlevenicebitch69 @brittmb115 @kotourasan123 @simplewanderer @tupelomiss @heartramen @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts @yorksgirl @22thumbs

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E6; Chapter Six, E Pluribus Unum - [Pt. 5]

A Will Byers x Fem!Reader Series

𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺/𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

⚠️: forgive me for yet again i have sinned in the name of google translate :<, one fatphobic comment from canon

📝: eyy writing this with the stranger things 4 trailer drop countdown in the back :P honestly never thought id have room for alexei and was super disappointed and scared to tell you guys. bUT GUESS WHAT EYYY 🤙bear with me here, I am making up for time skips that don't make too much sense the longer you think about them

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Impossible.

All of it, impossible. The gate had been shut, nearly at the cost of his daughter's life—he had seen it with his own two eyes, and that was just El's sacrifice. To this day, Hopper knew Joyce was still holding back the more gruesome details of that night at his cabin. Whatever Y/n Henderson and the others went through to get the Mind Flayer out of Will, it had been costly.

So many others had made such incredible sacrifices to save the town from the gate and the horrors it unleashed. Sacrifices they were still living with to this day. Hopper's previous conversation with Joyce back at Hawkins Lab briefly returned to his mind. It had taken so long for them to heal—they were still healing and would be likely for the rest of their lives. And now, to find that the safety they had tried for so long to convince themselves was true had been compromised since their last fight. This whole time, the gate had been chipped away at, undoing so much hard work and putting the world at risk while they all sat on their asses.

And their only hope now remained with their newest ally, Alexei. A scientist from the very Russian base working to reopen the gate in Hawkins. The man had been a thorn in Hopper's side since they nabbed him a couple of nights ago—he may not be the world's most dangerous criminal like he may have led some to believe, but he sure was a pill. (Joyce didn't see it). And when they tracked down his old contact Murray Bauman in Illinois, Hopper wasn't too thrilled to see Murray's lack of annoyance for him, too. It would seem Hopper was on his own with this one.

Even when the man had been jerking them around on his lead for a full day with his demands, with his 'no cherry no deal' bullcrap. Or his blatant lack of respect for the imminent danger they were all in, because hey!-- Who cares about the ultimate destruction of the entire world when looney tunes is on! Hopper wasn't still mad at that. It's not like he was one to hold grudges... But that was neither here nor there. The point was that Hopper was right.

This man was afraid, despite whatever act he put on to stay alive. He could have run, but he didn't. And even better, he told them everything. Okay, maybe he had been a little harsh, but no way did Hopper want to admit that. A couple of anxious side-eyes from Joyce and some glasses of whiskey later, and they landed themselves here.

Just how would they infiltrate a secret Russian base hidden beneath their town?

"The key, is there a way to turn it off?" Murray asks on behalf of Hopper.

The man had just taken a seat on the edge of the map-riddled coffee table across from Alexei and Murray on the couch. He tried to hide the evidence of his knotting stomach in paced breathing and clasped hands despite their need to wring together. Though they still did so without thought, Alexei looked between Murray and Hopper with a shrug and gave his answer.

"Конечно, я мог отключить его. Эдисон не мог выключить лампу? Белл не мог повесить трубку?"

"He says, 'Of course he could turn it off. Could Edison not turn off a lamp, could Bell not hang up a phone?'" Murray shakes his head to himself with an impressed simper. "Cocky bastard,"

"но,"

"'But...'"

"But what?" Hopper deadpanned, eyes set straight on the man.

"но что?"

"Я разоблачен сейчас," Alexie says with a sulk.

"But he is now...'" Hopper doesn't immediately understand the look of confusion flying across Murray's face until he finally finishes. "naked."

Hopper raises a brow at the scientist, who merely challenges this with a simple, unembarrassed shrug. That is when it occurs to Murray the mistranslation he had made.

"Sorry, 'exposed'. Compromised."

"Hey," came Hopper's earnest voice of concern as he pulled Alexei in close to meet his eye. The scientist, ever so lost, stared back into the chief's eyes desperately awaiting translation. "I will get you there. I will get you to your key."

His eyes remained locked with the temperamental American chief, even when Murray popped in between them with little disturbance.

"Он говорит, что отвезет вас туда. Он уверяет вас, что сможет безопасно доставить вас туда."

A silence. A small silence hung in the air hardly long enough to fill Hopper with the hope he so desperately wanted before it was all cut straight in half by Alexei's sudden and boisterous laugh. His eyes crinkled and his shoulders bounced, the sight reigniting the agitation in Hopper. He practically chucked the man back into the couch and glared as his giggles continued to fizzle out.

"You wanna ask him what the hell's so funny about that?"

"А что тут смешного?"

"У вас есть мужество. Ты как толстый Рэмбо." says Alexei, simply.

Hopper doesn't at all like the look on the man's face. Whether it's confidence, apathy, or a weird combination is impossible for him to tell at this moment. But it brings him no joy. And neither do his words that come shortly after out of Murray's mouth.

"He says he likes your courage. You remind him of a..." he clears his throat. "fat Rambo."

Hopper plants his face in his hands, utterly exhausted. There's a pit that's been growing in his stomach since Joyce and him returned to Hawkins Lab, and with every word the scientist spills, Hopper feels the pit crumbling away into an open chasm.

"Но даже худенький Рэмбо не смог туда попасть,"

"But he says that 'even thin Rambo couldn't get there,'"

A chasm as dark and endless as the one he and El had found themselves in one year prior.

"Этот ключ, он в подземной крепости,"

"'This key is in an underground fortress,'"

"созданный величайшими русскими умами,"

"'designed by the greatest Russian minds,'"

"охраняют их величайшие воины."

"'guarded by their greatest warriors.'"

"Сделать это было бы невозможно,"

"'Breaking in would be,"

A chasm only the Upside Down could make.

"impossible.'"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Jackpot,"

Dustin's voice disturbs the silence in the chamber he and Erica now found themselves in, second only to the scraping of metal on metal as they emerged from within a single grate from the floor and into a hidden storage room at the heart of the secret Russian base. The trip through the ducts wasn't so bad after all. Easy peasy.

The breath was stolen straight from their lungs at the sight of their latest discovery, a storage room dedicated to the eerie green substance to have caused them so much trouble already. The sight was chilling and not just because of the danger lurking in the air. One little misstep—one little earthquake—could sink this entire room.

Dustin's eyes scanned the area, finally leaving the many enticing vials and landing just past the glass doors before lighting up in mischief.

"Oh-ho-ho!"

Erica followed him curiously as he practically skipped down the steps to hop aboard the transport vehicle that sat unattended. Talk about good luck. It closely resembled the same cart the four had (very briefly) seen leaving the elevator when they had barely escaped from the confines of the steel trap. Only instead of a small truck bed, this particular model had a large cage built in the back. As if for transporting people rather than cargo.

"Do you even know how to drive?"

"How hard can it be? Max did it,"

Erica cocked her brow at the boy at his sudden disappointment upon finding the lack of keys in the ignition.

"You seriously thought they'd just leave the keys in there?"

"There's gotta be a spare," He argued, already on the hunt.

Heaving a hefty sigh, Erica stepped away from the cart and began a little exploration of her own. After all, how often was it one ended up in a top-secret underground military base (so far) unscathed? Disappointingly enough, there was surprisingly little left to be explored. The most interesting thing in sight was the sealed room of that mysterious green acid.

That and the ten-foot steel cage build for no living thing Erica had ever seen.

"Hey Dustin?"

More clanging from behind her, but she didn't turn. Dustin was obviously still elbow deep in his search. Nevertheless, half-hazardly, he answered.

"Yeah?"

The words came to her lips as fast as last year's harrowing tale came to mind. "How big did you say that Demogorgon was?"

"Big." He shrugged, moving on to the small supply cabinet beside the cart. "Nine feet or so. Why?"

Nine feet? Hmm.

Dustin tried his luck next at the little wall cabinet next. And it opened. He frankly, couldn't believe their luck so far, but he didn't exactly have time to question why a spare key to the cabinet was left out for people to so easily find. But it was, and he did. And it was with a gratifying breath he pulled back the metal door to find a matching set of keys.

"Found 'em!" He beamed, turning to find the smile falling right off his face. Erica was nowhere in sight, and his heart plunged in fear. "Erica?"

Dustin's soul was practically ripped from his body at the sound of electricity zapping loudly near his ear. It was in this instant his body whipped him around to face Erica wielding what resembled some sort of souped-up cattle prod and a mischievous smirk.

“What the hell is that?!” He cried in fight.

Erica shrugged, visibly pleased with herself and her find. “A deadly weapon. Could be useful.” Her grin tightened and she zapped the device again, making Dustin jump.

“For what?”

“What do you think? Taking down Commies, saving your friends.”

Readjusting his vest, Dustin attempts to mask his surprise. “I thought you were more realistic than that, nerd,”

And wasn’t he supposed to be the one worried about those two nerds that just sacrificed themselves? Erica rolls her eyes and stalks off, already halfway done with a plan.

“We don’t even know where they are,” Dustin argues. “And even if we did, there are a million guards up there with weapons way deadlier than that.”

The two of them (Erica, wisely still carrying the electrical prod) pile inside the front seat of the transport vehicle.

“The best thing we can do for them is to get out of here and find help--” Dustin reels back when the butt end of the prod gets a little too close for comfort. “--easy with that. Our chance of surviving, and theirs, rises substantially. Just trust me on this. Please?”

Dustin decides to take her silence as a yes, and for that he’s grateful. If there was any chance he knew they could ensure the four of them getting out alive, he would do everything he could to take it. And yet, he can’t help but notice the small itch in his mind. There’s something there, far, far back, that agrees with Erica and not in the way he expects.

Shoving the key in the ignition and giving a satisfying twist, the roar of the engine ignites the question: was he doing the right thing?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The blood pounding in Steve’s ears (and his swollen face) was plenty loud. But certainly not loud enough to drown out Robin’s cries for help thundering in his ears and rattling his skull. At the very least, it had finally stirred him from unconsciousness.

“Help!”

“Hey, would you’stop yelling?”

His words came out drunken and slurred, and it was only in this moment as he forced his lips to move through the pain to speak that he realized they were bloated and bleeding.

“Steve!” Relief swept so suddenly over Robin that she actually felt herself smiling. “Oh, my God! Steve…”

He wished she'd stop moving so much. He had a killer migraine that was so bad he could hardly keep his eyes open and any energy to keep his head balanced on his shoulders was gone. He didn’t need her screaming in his ear or leaning all over him.

He could feel her back digging all into his now, jostling him around even more. Man, it was so tempting just to go back to sleep—

“Are–Are you okay?” he hears her ask. Her voice, yet again is unusually close but maybe that was just hangover–like daze he was awaking to.

And then everything came trickling back.

The secret code, the Russian base, the gate they were trying to reopen. Dustin and Erica escaping—Jesus, those shitheads better make it out okay—and then there was the Colonel. Steve remembers clearly now how frightened he’d been when Robin and himself had been separated (at gunpoint) and hauled off to separate interrogation rooms. What followed next was nothing short of yet another addition to Steve Harrington’s growing list of Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days to have landed him his latest shiners. That and his new spot in the metal wheelie chair tied back to back with Robin.

At least they weren’t separated anymore. At least they knew the other was alive.

Little light was making it into his puffy eyelids, but it was more than before. Progress. The young man managed to lick his cracked and bleeding lips, only to absent-mindedly realize he had been drooling in his sleep. He wouldn’t be surprised if he found a small spot of drool and blood on his shorts, but he wasn’t exactly in the right headspace to care. He was just focusing on making it through the pain his body was still waking up to.

“My ears are ringing,” he finally rasped. “and I can’t really breathe, my eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but you know,” Steve managed a small shrug that awoke many stiff muscles in his neck and shoulders, his head still hung relatively low. “apart from that, I’m doing pretty good,”

“Well, the good news is that they’re calling you a doctor,”

Steve immediately recognizes the mask of humor she’s putting on off her laughter alone. But whether it was denial or a brave face, he wasn’t sure. He was right there with her though, that was for sure.

Fluorescents were flooding in from every corner of the room, doing his readjusting vision zero favors. But he makes out the details of their latest confines well enough.

He clicked his tongue loud enough for Robin to hear. “Is this his place of work?” he plays along. “I love the vibe,” There’s a small spark of satisfaction igniting in his chest when she chuckles. “Charming,”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” she quips. “So, okay, do you see that table over there to your right?” Steve looks left. “No, your other right,” Steve looks right. “Yeah, okay. And do you see those scissors?”

His mouth still hanging agape, Steve nods. “Uh-uh,”

“Yeah, well, I think that if we move at the same time, we could get over there, and then maybe I could kick the table and knock them into your lap.”

“And I could cut the binds,”

“Yeah,” Robin encouraged. She just hoped the poor dingus would wake up faster. For his sake as well as hers. Her tone stayed light and encouraging nonetheless—who knows how much they knocked his head around. “And we could get out of here.”

“Gotcha. Okay, yeah, we can do that,”

“Yeah!”

“Those morons,” he said, the hope steadily building between the two of them. “They left scissors in here?”

“Yeah, morons,”

“Total, morons,”

What state as false hope was already hurtling fast towards determination and hard confidence as they settled into place and prepared. It would be tricky to move without their hands (which were roped together in their lap and out of reach of their seat) but not impossible. They could do this. They could totally do this.

“Okay,” Robin huffed, casting out any anxious thoughts in the process. “on the count of three, we’re gonna hop.”

Steve nodded. “Okay, good, hop on three. I gotcha.”

“Alright. One,”

It was just a bit of chair scooching. They could totally handle this.

“Two,”

Sure it was high stakes, but no reason to be nervous. They could absolutely do this.

“Three!”

Actually, they couldn’t do this and three times is not always the charm.

Two glorious hops later and then the finish line was ripped right out from under them. More specifically, the legs of the chair—damn their slippery wheels. The world had been flipped on its side and both Robin and Steve (still very much tied back to back, chair to chair) had come crashing into the freezing linoleum floors. The wind had been knocked out of them both, and yet Robin still found another breath in her lungs to laugh.

Steve, who had mistaken her hushed giggles and shaking shoulders for sobs adjusted himself on the floor as best as he could to comfort her.

“It’s okay,” he says, not at all sure how any of this was okay. “It’s okay. Don’t cry, Robin,”

But the sincerity in his voice only splits the crack in her sanity even wider.

“...Are you laughing?”

Her giggles have now turned to undeniable fits of laughter, and she nods. “Yeah,”

“Jesus,” he sighs, dropping his head back on the floor in defeat.

“I’m sorry!” Robin cries again through gasping breaths. “I’m so sorry. It’s just…” another gulp of air. “I can’t believe… I’m gonna die in a secret Russian base with Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. It’s just too trippy, man,”

“We’re not gonna die,” said Steve. “Just-- You gotta let me just think for a second.”

Robin didn’t. She was too lost in the clashing irony and nostalgia of her very short life—and just how much Steve had been apart of it. But did he even realize it?

“Do you remember, um, Mrs. Click’s sophomore history class?” Robin’s mouth was suddenly very dry.

At a total loss, Steve shook his head. “What?”

A beautiful, wistful smile floated across Robin’s face as she thought back on the past. How silly the problems of high school were to her now as compared to just days ago. Now every little detail felt in this moment to her a fond anecdote.

“Mrs. Clickity-Clackity,” she reminisces. “That’s uh, what us band dweebs called her.”

Steve winces, burying his face in the round and trying not to think about how gross the floor might be. The wistful smile of Robin’s all the while, steadily fades from her lips.

“It was first period. Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you were always late. And,” she shifts further on her side, eyes drifting far into the linoleum tile where she swears she can almost see those stupid crumbs again. “you always had the same breakfast. Bacon, egg, and cheese on a sesame bagel.”

Robin’s voice had steadily shrunk along with her confidence as she spoke. He realized he had never heard her like this before. But Steve was realizing this was exactly her point. He hardly knew her, but she seemed to know all about him. It was a harsh reminder who he once was. And not that long ago.

“I sat behind you two days a week for a year. Mister Funny. Mister Cool. The King of Hawkins High himself.” The bitter edge evident in her voice nicked at his heart. Every bit as much as the rock sitting at the bottom of his stomach as he realized he had no previous recollection of her. “Do you even remember me from that class?”

There it was. She had finally cast the question out like a line, hoping for something. Anything. But the only bite she got was his silence.

“Of course you don’t,” she laughed sourly. “You were a real asshole, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know,” is all he can say. Shame all he can feel.

“But it didn’t even matter,” she continues. “It didn’t even matter that you were an ass. I was still… obsessed with you. Even though all of us losers pretend to be above it all, we still just wanna be popular… accepted, normal.”

“If it makes you feel any better, having those things isn’t all that great. Seriously.” he admits, trying his best to ignore the frog in his throat. Instead, he lets out a sigh. A heavy, tired sigh. “It just baffles me. Everything that people tell you is important, everything that people say you should care about, it’s all just…”

Steve was tired. But he knew now. He finally understood. What Nancy had drunkenly confessed to him all those months ago—what had been weighing so heavily on her conscious for too long. And here it took him fighting two waves of interdimensional monsters that eventually led him to capture in a top-secret, underground foreign base where he faced imminent death to realize how misguided he had been. Even when he thought he had turned everything around. It was all–

“...bullshit.”

Robin nearly laughed at that. Nearly. King Steve…she thought, who knew?

“But I guess you gotta mess up to figure things out, right?”

“I hope so,” that wistful smile returns to her lips once more, now more ironic than anything. “I feel like my whole life has been… one big error,”

Steve did laugh at that. “Yep,” he chuckled. Because Steve understood what she was talking about. Maybe not in the exact ways she meant, but he could certainly relate.

Dustin’s words from earlier rang in the back of his mind as quickly as it took to stuff them back down. This was hardly the time. It was far from the time. In fact, it was so far past the time to name such a feeling that had been brewing without him realizing it, the time in and of itself was just gone. He had missed it. It might as well be another ‘r’ making up the big “ERROR” of Steve Harrington’s life.

But just like any other bad day at Scoops Ahoy, her snarky laugh and dry humor did fine to lighten a room. “At least it can’t get any more messed up than this,”

“You know, I wish I’d known you in Click’s class,”

He can nearly see Robin’s crooked smile poking into his peripherals at his confession. “Yeah?” She asks. Oh yeah, he was sure.

“Really, I do,” Robin hums another little laugh that makes him smile.

He tries to picture how much happier he would have been in high school had he been friends with her over those assholes Tommy and Carol. It isn’t very hard to imagine now.

“Maybe you could’ve helped me pass the class,” he says without thought. “Maybe instead of being here, I’d be on my way to college right now,”

“And I would have no idea there were evil Russians beneath our feet, and I would be happily slinging ice cream with some other schmuck,”

More laughter. Another involuntary smile. An undeniable sense of comfort and safety. Neither of them could seem to help it around one another these days, and neither of them really realized it until now. Figures it took this much to get two kids so shockingly alike to find one another. But it happened. No matter how many errors had been made along the way. They would be there with each other in the end. And that’s what mattered to them now.

“Gotta say, though, I liked being your schmuck,” he begins. “It was fun while it lasted.”

Robin couldn’t believe it any more than she could believe she was a hostage in a secret underground Russian base beneath Hawkins. With Steve “The Hair” Harrington of all schmucks. But she surprisingly, whole-heartedly agreed. Who fucking knew?

“It was.”

It really was.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Static. That’s all there was.

This crude tangle of noise blaring out from the TV now placed in the living room did well to replace the silence left by El as she sat before it. The others were scattered all around her, waiting less than patiently as she searched.

Seated anxiously on the living room couch are Max and Lucas. Next to them, Y/n and Will, hands woven tightly together. And perched at the edge of the adjoining armchair at attention, is Mike; his sister, and her boyfriend just across the room. Concern etches itself into everyone's faces as El's breathing steadily picked up.

She hadn't been under long, but the reason for the Hopper girl's latest trip to the void was cause enough to worry all those waiting for her on the outside when she made her abrupt exit. The thick, scrunchy-like material that lay over her eyes was ripped off suddenly as she gulped down several exhausted breaths.

"What's he doing now?" Max asks on behalf of the group.

Turning over her shoulder, El does nothing to hide her dazed look.

"Nothing."

"'Nothing'?"

El knew not to take Max's disbelief personally--she was having trouble with it herself. Though it did frustrate her beyond belief, having spent so much time and energy trying to find out his plans, only to be met with another question.

She felt the frown on her face tighten as she recalled what little details she was given.

A bed. He was sitting on a bed. That's when she recalled the impromptu investigation she, Max, and Y/n had gone on days ago to look for clues—they had been in his room, and from what she could tell, it was his.

"He's sitting on his bed." She clarifies, her thoughtful frown now searching the carpet in thought. "In his room. Doing nothing."

It just didn't make sense. Nor was it in any way settling.

With a slight, under-her-breath huff, El hoisted herself off the floor and made her way to the kitchen in search of water. Her limbs ached and her mouth was already dry, lips cracking. Greedily, her body gulped down the cold water, working fast to replenish her energy and sink her shoulders into a relaxed state. Her mind was only half on the conversation going on in the living room as she regrouped.

"And that's not normal, right?" Nancy reiterates, already beginning her anxious pacing as the gears in her mind begin to turn.

"Billy staying in his room on the fourth of July? No, that's not normal."

Y/n turned her attention back to her right at Will when she felt the grip on her hand tighten just ever so.

"That can't be good," he says, completely unaware of his subconscious hold. "He must want us to find him,"

Without saying a word, Y/n reciprocated with a gentle reassuring squeeze to his hand.

"Yeah," Nancy nodded grimly. "that's what I'm afraid of. If we go to the Mind Flayer, then the rest of the Flayed know where we are,"

"It's a trap," Mike jumped in with a nod. "I agree. We'll be ambushed,"

"We wouldn't be surprised though," Lucas argues. "We'll know that they're coming, and we will kick their flayed butts,"

"You mean El and Y/n will kick their butts," Max counters, completely missing the way Y/n inwardly shrunk into herself at the thought. Her head dropped softly back onto Will's shoulder and relished in the comforting strokes of his thumb on the back of her hand.

"Uhhh, not if we prepare first,"

Tearing her eyes off the conversation and back to her glass, El's sights snagged on the stray box of Lucky Charms cereal that had been left out by Will. Setting the glass down, she inspected the box further--

"If he's just sitting around waiting for us, we can spare an hour to gather stuff to fight—come on, what happened to monster hunting?"

--more specifically, the tugging memory the bright arching rainbow gave her. Lucas's voice slowly faded out of focus, all at once flooded with soured memories.

'Papa!'

《•••》

The sight of the tiny rainbow painted on the walls is the last thing in focus as she is dragged far away.

"No,"

The women's head snapped in her direction, her eyes boring into El's, desperation clouding them.

"They wanted her, and they're gonna want Jane! Don't make me do this!"

Big lights swarm her vision, and she looks around as several people in green clothing and latex gloves stand and move around her.

"Jane. Where's Jane?"

...a vase of sunflowers. A tearful Becky.

"Four-fifty,"

Her mother begins to convulse, her muscles go stiff and she writhes and shakes in pain.

"RUN!"

A single gunshot.

"Breathe."

“RUN!”

Sunflowers. A missing daughter.

"Three to the right, four to the left,"

“RUN!”

The rainbow fading from view.

Four-fifty.

"RUN!"

《•••》

"Maybe," Jonathan nods his head at Lucas, unaware of El's sudden shifting attention, her entire demeanor now grim. "But it's too risky."

"Plus," Nancy says. "Killing the Flayed won't stop the Mind Flayer. We have to find out where it's spreading from,"

"But what about last year?" Y/n asks. "It was all about the Mind Flayer's attachment to Will. What makes this any different?"

"Well, this time it has an actual physical form outside of its host," Jonathan says, hands landing on his hips thoughtfully. "Besides, there's already a clear difference between this year and last. I don't know why the Mind Flayer would be having the Flayed drink chemicals, or how they were able to turn into those things--" he grimaced genuinely at the memory. "or even if they're related. But we don't even know how many there are anyway, so taking them on would be, again, a huge risk. Which is why I say we explore all our options, first,"

"Like what?" Lucas asks.

"Finding the source," El insists, entering the edge of the living room. "Billy knows it. Billy's been there."

"Yeah, but--"

"--It's a trap," El finished, nodding gently at Mike's concerns. "I know. We can't go to Billy, but, I think there's another way," El's gaze trails around the room as hope fills her chest, the last pair of eyes she lands on is Y/n who she stares at knowingly. The girl in question straightens in curiosity. "A way for me to see where he's been."

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Exhaustion

pairing: Simon 'ghost' Riley x reader

word count: 458

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a/n: I'm always sleepy so I kinda wrote this on a whim. It's not great, I'm still in a writer's block. been hard trying to create ideas. I always have some but translating it to words is hard and I always want it to be perfect 😭❤️

Zoning out was something you did often. Listening to briefings before missions, you’d stare into nothing and sit so still, you feel as if you disappear for a moment. Lately it has been more often than not. And it has not gone unnoticed. 

Simon knew exactly when you’d zone out. The way you’d adjust your position, look slightly towards the ground, and not move. He’d never speak up to you about it, feeling like you’d get defensive and deny any of it, especially in front of Price. 

At first, he’d slightly nudge you, if you sat next to him during the briefings, but the dissociation you had only increased over time. So much so, that he began to snap in your face or kick your feet to send a jolt of alert. 

“Snap out of it.” Simon coldly spoke out, arms crossed over his chest as he kept his gaze upon the projected screen Laswell had up. “Can’t have you ruining the mission.”

“I’m not going to ruin anything. Stop worrying.” You let out a hard exhale as you shifted in your seat, blinking away the sleepiness that crept into your body. Simon knew you were exhausted. You didn’t have to spell it out for him, it was splayed over you like an infectious disease. 

He knew you’d always get up and walk around the safehouse to wear yourself out, in hopes to catch a few hours of shut eye. He knew you’d try to force yourself to sleep, but always ending up in the same spot; The window.

After the small meeting, you stood up with a large stretch of your body, a groggy grunt escaping from your throat. Simon stood up soon after, eyes keeping watch over you in case you black out from the quick motion. Feeling his gaze, you place a hand on your hip, quirking an eyebrow as an indirect way of asking, ‘What?’

“Why don’t you sleep?” His question came out harsher than intended, but all the while, still needed to be said. He had no ill-intention of upsetting you if something triggered a reaction, but he did care, and he did worry. You were a teammate, a member of 141. The long pause after his question was concerning to him. You would always have quick responses, but when his gaze met yours, he saw the exhaustion hit. 

With quick reflexes, he caught your figure as you started to timber, the tiredness catching up. Yawn after yawn left your body, increasing in intensity the more comfortable you felt against Simon’s hold. Shaking his head with a roll of his eyes, he adjusted to where he carried you comfortably, and took you back to your quarters.

“I better not catch you sleepwalking, now.”

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: January 2024 are here! 🥳 Hiiii!! Welcome back to another lovely year filled with smutty reading 😇

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty or dark as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → 💜 | feb (jhs) | mar (myg) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (kth)(ksj) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄.

⭐Bookworms @hoseoksluna [4.4K] // knj x f.reader // boyfriend!namjoon // 🥰🥵

📝 Namjoon thinks of you when he reads a smut scene in his book.

🗨️ the love that they have for each other– so beautiful too! The smut? Perfect! The aftercare too— they did each other’s hair???? 🥹 I mean, just the perfect amount of smut, fluff and overall cuteness ❤️💯

⭐Sunday @here2bbtstrash [5K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship, pwp // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

🗨️ this one is just out of this world; it’s so filthy, smutty. WOW. There’s a belt, and I won’t say more than that!

⭐Raspberry Truffles @gukyi [5K] // ksj x f.reader // boyfriend!namjoon // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 how to fake date your best friend: step one: don’t fall in love with them. failed step one.

🗨️ perfectly fluffy, great chemistry and writing! Gosh, I really love this one 💜💯

⭐Eargasm + Eargasm II @lavishedinjimin [9.5K + 14K] // myg x f.reader // phonesex!au, sexhotline!au // 🥵

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ holy fuck, FUCK. this is insane 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Sinful Lust [completed series] @oddinary4bts [71.9K] // myg x f.reader x jjk // slice of life!au, bisexual boyfriend!yoongi // 🥵🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

🗨️ this one is special to me (as is everything Ella writes honestly). This one is very controversial because of the cheating aspect in it, but it feels so real and it’s very well handled! I love it! It’s very angsty too, made me cry multiple times– I was just so invested in it! I’m really trying not to spoil too much (I already have lol). Just, read it okay??? ✨

⭐The window [part of 3tan] @kithtaehyung [15.3K]  // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 you get to spend the holidays in a lavish private lodge with your brother and all his friends. but you’re just really fucking sad tonight… and maybe a bit mad, too.

🗨️ I have read this a few time now (including the rest of the series), and it’s still as good as the first time I read it, if not even better! If you still haven’t read 3tan– what are you doing? CLICK THE LINK!

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [9.9K] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

📝 as the daughter of one of the oldest families in the kingdom, when the king decides that it's you he wishes to marry, you're forced to make a decision and fulfill your duty, leaving behind everything you've ever known--and the only man you've ever loved.

🗨️ PLEASE, PLEASE— FUCKING PLEASE. If you have not read this one yet. Please do it now 😭🥺 It made me cry in the best way possible! The world building, the characters, their love for each other shines to fucking bright and then– [spoiler] READ IT *yelling with hands frantically moving above my head*

⭐In the Car @floralseokjin [14.7K]  // jhs x f.reader // mechanic!hoseok, street racer!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?

🗨️ oh my- really really good 💖 something about mechanic AND street racer Hoseok has me question my sanity 🥵

⭐Two in one @here2bbtstrash [12K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm // best friends!au, threesome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 you finally have a much-needed smoke session with your best friends, just like old times. you’re also pretty sure they’re gay… right?

🗨️ the chemistry between them, how they have been friends for so long, oc’s assumptions lol, and their humor too! Priceless 👏💖 Gosh! It was pure filth, in the best way possible, so sinful and dirty— and, and—, PLEASE GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY 😭💖

⭐Floored @lavienjin [5.2K] // jhs x f.reader x pjm x jjk // idol!au, established relationship with Hobi, foursome // 🥵🥵🥵

📝 in the midst of your reunion with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for some time, you’re interrupted by two sets of eyes. not wanting to waste the opportunity, hoseok proposes a foursome and hey, “the more, the merrier”, right?

🗨️ what did I even read? 🥵 (it was good!)

⭐Good Morning @ppersonna [2.1K] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 hoseok’s methods of waking you up are … unconventional, but effective.

🗨️ omg I loved it 💖💯

⭐To the Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom [7.2K] // jhs x f.reader // dancer!au, sort of e2l // 🥵

📝 when you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you.

🗨️ wow, this was incredibly good! Well written and it was just so freaking hot, I loved it! 💯✨

⭐Holiday Inn @bangtanintotheroom [36.6K] // jhs x f.reader // non-idol!au, rap group!au, s2e2l // 🥵😂

📝 if it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.  

🗨️ I’m just— WOW 🤯💯 This must be one of the best Hoseok fics I’ve ever read. Damn it was fucking amazing 👏 I loved the assertiveness of reader, and how that tension just build so fucking perfectly! Everything was so freaking good. A masterpiece!! 💜✨

⭐The Devil in His Details @johobi [9.2K] // pjm x f.reader // college!au // 🥵

📝 evil comes in many forms. In this instance, it’s a 5′8″ pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And you’re the form you want him to come in.

🗨️ I am MIND BLOWN 🤯🥵 This is one of the dirtiest, filthiest fics I’ve EVER read. Like it’s in the top five, if not even top three! 🤤 It was fucking perfection, the writing, fucking amazing, the dynamic/tension between Jimin and OC—Fuck. GOLD. Abso-fucking-lutely one of the very best fanfics I’ve read 💯✨

⭐Go Go @inkjam-moon [9.2K] // pjm x f.reader // best friend!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin’s been your best friend since you were little; but coming from a rich family he’s paid for everything, and he doesn’t realize that it hurts you when you can’t pay him back for all the presents and vacations. When he becomes CEO of his own successful company, it gets worse because he promised to always take care of you, but when secrets come out on the night of your graduation from university, will Jimin be able to keep his promise?

🗨️ This was so fucking sweet 🥹 💜 their friendship is so precious, and the way that they ended up waiting so many fucking years before telling each other about their feelings for each other 🥹 almost pulled them apart 😭 really beautiful ✨💯

⭐Devil on my Heels @ditttiii [2K]  // pjm x f.reader // e2l // 🥰😂

📝 tired of having your ego crushed day after day, late-night practices to hone your skills become your new norm. however, when help comes in the form of one ridiculously gorgeous dancer and things get risqué, do you accept it? more importantly, do you accept him?

🗨️ a short one shot, but it’s really really good 🥹 I loved the tension between oc and Jimin, and the writing is fantastic ✨

⭐25 and Virgin @back2bluesidex [1.8K]  // pjm x f.reader // pwp // 🥵

📝 you are 25 and virgin but maybe your crush slash senior Park Jimin can change that tonight.

🗨️ short and sweet hot 🥵

⭐Oui @pixieknj [2.1K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 almost getting caught with your boyfriend…

🗨️ this was so good! Short and sweet ✨💯

⭐Please Me @jiminsinterlude [1.6K] // pjm x f.reader // next door neighbor!au // 🥵

📝 after your new neighbor invited you over for a drink to welcome you in, you end up on his couch with him welcoming the inside of you too.

🗨️ short and smutty! ✨

⭐The Tailor of Chaos I + The Tailor of Chaos II @oddinary4bts [10K + 9.1K]*** // pjm x f.reader // e2l, fairy and royal!au // 🪄🌩️🌩️🥰

📝 in a kingdom ruled by dark fairies, an assassin is sent to eliminate the youngest prince of the royal family. Soon, she realizes the assassination is part of a bigger plot, a scheme of grander things that can change the fate of the world. Will she still go through with the assassination, or will she fight against the odds and save the prince from his destiny?

🗨️ well well, I’m hooked now! It’s actually my first time reading a fantasy fic, so I just had to adjust to it in the beginning– but, it didn’t take long for me to get sucked into the word honestly, and about midway I was completely hooked! 👏💜 There’s so much mystery to uncover and I want to know everything 😂 Aish, it’s so good 💯✨ The series is discontinued, but it’s really incredible and worth a read!!!!

***Ella deleted the fic because she's turning it into a book! So that's why the links doesn't work.

⭐Lola @letjungcoook7 [3.9K]  // kth x f.reader // lawyer!taehyung, burlesque!au, cheating!au // 🥵

📝 you are a dancer in a burlesque club. and he is a millionaire lawyer on the eve of his scheduled wedding.

🗨️ this was just so enticing– how Lola grabbed Taehyung’s attention and how that made him want her so bad, that he ended up cheating 😯

⭐Lost in You @jjkeverlast [7K]  // kth x f.reader // fuckboy!taehyung, college!au, frat party // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

🗨️ this was so good! Loved the tension between reader and Tae, how he reassured her when she was feeling down and that they both let their walls down for each other 🥹 Beautiful! Also, I loved their ‘friendship’ 😍

⭐Long Black @jamaisjoons [6.5K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to tease taehyung at his best friend’s wedding. what you didn’t expect was what came after. 

🗨️ filthy, this was so filthy. The beginning was just thick with tension and lust, and, and— omg. The smut was so incredible and then the ending! Damn. I loved it enough though it turned soft at the end 🥹💜💯

⭐Brother’s best friend @lavishedinjimin [5.3K] // jjk x f.reader // brothers best friend!au // 🥵

📝 in which Y/n owns a smut blog dedicated to her crush and brother’s best friend, jungkook. it was all fun and games until he finds out about it and acts it out with you. 

🗨️ at first I was like ‘this is very cute’ and then it turned so dirty so fucking fast I almost got whiplash 😂✨

⭐Possessed @jungkookiebus [1.4K] // jjk x f.reader // boyfriend!jungkook // 🥵

📝 intentionally left blank!

🗨️ really good 🥵 the ending had me laughing 😂

⭐When the End Comes (epilogue) @oddinary4bts [12.1K] // jjk x f.reader // photographer!jungkook, lawyer!reader, married!au // 🥰🥵

📝 when the weather seems to work against you and Jungkook for your wedding day, you decide to change plans last minute. In any other situation, it would have made you freak out - but how can you freak out, when you're getting married to the love of your life?

🗨️ I adore this couple so much, and I’m so happy that all the heartbreak they went through came to this in the end 🥹 I LOVED it ✨💫

⭐Body to Body @letjungcoook7 [3.4K]  // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, idol!jungkook // 🥵

📝 you've had enough of your boyfriend's teasing. so, you decide to punish him.

🗨️ Okay, this is just filthy! But damn, I loved it; their dynamic, the jealousy too and then the smuuuuuttt 🥵🥵🥵

I feel like I didn’t get to read that much this month 🤔 But then again, I had a week off where I didn’t read because of my hiatus. But I’m trying to get through my massive to-read list from all the members, and I still find new stuff to add (it’s like a never ending cycle, but I love it!). If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan). Love you 💜

[jdlopes777-blog]

DAY - 1 - MAJOR RESET - World War 7 within myself. DEC 2nd 2023 ,

RESTART - from World War 6 in JANUARY 2023

I’m 38 , and I about to hit 39 , this is a everlong struggle to be a better SPIRIT , SOUL , inner man , the outer man has had dominion over my temple. I belong to Jesus Christ almighty.

Fighting the good fight of FAITH and WELL BEING. ITs been tough just to be here now typing this. Im either typing my life on TUMBLER , or writing it down on my journal.

My life has been bitter sweet , I made decisions that led to where I stand today. I do believe wether terrible painful 😞 decisions The Lord doesn’t mean no harm. FREE WILL can make you or break you. Even to your grave.

I have intoxicated my existence to the point of death. I tried to take myself out when I was 27 years old and my last breath never came at 5:30am. The enemy is real but why can I not let that hit home and register and a new MIND SET be born at 27.

I had a chance at 17 , 20 , 21 , 24 , 26 , 27 , 29 , 31 , 33 , 35 , after those catastrophic events war at within myself all due to external and internal factors deriving from bad circles of influence and decisions that infected my soul by un equally home myself to another human being and the 🌎 world.

I am like a land , I’m like a wholly land the entire world wants to take over and run over and destroy it because I am the RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD in Christ Jesus for what he has done for humanity. Took the punishment for all of us all. I have been made righteous for what HE DID , not anything of me. For my penalty of sin is death and Christ tells step aside son , this is not your battle but MINE.

Receive it , it is my GIFT 🎁 to you , GRACE…..

I was born in DEC 12th , 1984 , according to my mother and gramma a 4am baby before the sun came out. Gramma takes and took amd stole the center stage , per the family in Managua Nicaragua I was the baby of the BARRIO , along with my baby girl side quick NINOSKA , a girl baby born around the same time.

At 17 she was the one for me , so I THOUGHT , ….she was beautiful to me. I thought this at a point in my time I was in my prime , healthy , virgin, away from the toxic world that was ever so fast unraveling at light speed with technologies that I had yet to be introduced to so at that very moment all I had was 📝 📄 PAPER and PENCIL .

She was my sweetheart PEN PAL , from NICARAGUA the barrio I was born in MANAGUA , and me in WHITTIER , CA - Fred C NELLES. Youth Correctional Facility. A little more back , this all started from when I was 10 years old , my father lifelessly beat me for at least once every 2 weeks , a savage beating with a shiny leather belt with a piece of metal from a business suit any opportunity he had , sometimes 3 times every 2 weeks since I was 5 years old.

WHY DAD ???

Father of mine , sent my mom to learn English , and go to adult school , my mom was about 22 years old , and she only spoke u less she was spoken to. THE SANDINISTA way , the very thing that gave me ASSYLUM , to enter the USA , as a political ASSYLEY , the very thing we left that country for was the very thing that my father brough with him to 🇺🇸 AMERICA in 1987 , Los Angeles then Santa Ana OC , in CALIFORNIA.

The derailment of my childhood which then DOMINO EFECTS into my teenage hood troubles and eventually ADULTHOOD. My father prior to this was a HERO 🦸‍♂️ in my life like any child should grow up into am adult and say. ………….

Before I go ( I DONT BLAME my father anymore, I have grown up to accept my up bringing. and realize that it was tragic but like a song I heared my SWEDISH MADIA , The Lord has helped me and is still helping me get through it all as he goes before me everytime anywhere good or bad.

The song above has a BAR that says , SHOW em how you backflipped from TRAGIC

Show em how the struggle made MAGIC.

THE NUCLEUS of the journey to a KINGDOM of TRAGEDY, TRAGIC KINGDOM ,

It was 1989 , had to have been a week day I was already getting ready to start KINDERGARTEN at FAIRHAVEN ELEMENTARY in Santa Ana , CA , My father was a powerful self employed man , a prosperous salesman. He lives a FRUGAL lifestyle. My father one afternoon , in a studio apartment we lived in , had just recently paid for my moms younger sister to come to USA to live with us.

She was probably 18 years old fresh low hanging fruit from the tree 🌳 virgin probably. While my beautiful poor mother was at school learning to speak English , something my father and her should have been doing together. The very thing that could have made my family into BILLIONAIRES. My mother was a woman of HONOR , gracious , humble , natural beauty , with a cute squint , a queen 👸, my father threw away a BILLION dollar club ticket to BRENTWOOD , CA over a an AFFAIR with my moms younger sister , my father tells me and the twin younger brothers of mine. Kids get ready in 15 minutes. We are going to the park.

Those 15 minutes were longer or so I recall , so I went inside the room the only room in the apartment that had only one restroom a tiny studio. There he was having sexing with her in the bed my mother and father shared. The ONLY bed in the place. I saw it and I remember it like it was yesterday. The door was unlocked , and I saw them both naked , fucking , FORNICATING , or ADULTERY , destroying a married Front row seat ticket. VIP pass I helped myself to ,

You can’t tell a CHILD wait for 15 minutes!!!! A child won’t give you not even a a minute. But yet I remember waiting for at least 7. I was obedient in life up to that point. I was alway trying to please my dad and be the best kid for him , I would look for him up that point. Like any 5 year old child does today. I was forced to grow up quick at the speed of life up to that point.

I’m

There seeing it for at least 4 seconds , my world got hit with a NUCLEAR WEAPON of full destruction, I COULD NOT UNSEE the scene. Now my father becomes the enemy , a terrorist in a child life . My father died that moment in my life. He died and I died too , the moment he walked out and beat me to death a savage beating. The first time I had ever seen the BELT that would torment me the next 7 years of my life a TRIBULATION of 7 years , I am in awe 🫢 to think 🤔 about it and I type and reflect this very moment here now in the present.

for the next 7 years I lived in a prison , a child like prison , locked up and the key was thrown away In fear that I might say something to my mother when she came back. It was a very EXPENSIVE price , blood 🩸, sweat 😓 and tears 😭. To keep me intimidated , full of fear , afraid , I couldn’t be a child have fun be loud , run around , make friends , go out and play. While I noticed other kids play in my neighborhood I couldn’t. I guess that’s what led to my first attempted SUICIDAL idea in my life. When I was 6 years old after many beatings , I jumped off a second floor BALCONY. from that same apartment ,

Wether I was actually trying to kill myself or not subconsciously or consciously , I would hang out in that balcony which was the only thing I was allowed to do. It was like 5 by 12 , place crowded with junk. I played alone there UNSUPERVISED , I thought I could fly , how could I have not thought of tue danger in falling , well I did , next thing you know I get up , walking all the way around and climbed the stairs bleeding 🩸 from my CHIN I think I could have snapped my head back , but truly THE LORD avoided the loss of life. I know this now looking back.

I was a WONDERER , I would wonder off , to get away from my father , I was afraid of him a real fear. So I would purposely wonder off and get lost in public , and then I would get scared of him finding me so then I would return I was not brave enough to follow though running away.

Anyway …. Back to the situation at hand I just almost killed myslef , and I walk back up bleeding tore up from my chin because I landed flat on my stomach on concrete below from 20 ft , I had to climb the balcony and stand in top on the balcony wall , in order to get maximum flight time of 20ft or so or more. 24 ft max , ( I’d have to go the crime scene and measure to be exact ) …….

I open the door amd as soon as my mom saw me I CRIED , and she calls the ambulance and 911 and all that chaos. I went to the hospital , NUMB , I’m not sure what my mother told the paramedics , but the hospital wanted to know what happened. I remember the doctor asked me if I was trying to be like Superman or Batman. I wish I was either so I could have kicked my fathers ass raw like he did to me. I got 12 stitches under my poor child chin and with NO ANESTHESIA probably because they were I afraid I had a like a concussion and the hospital rather let me feel it then put me to sleep and risk not waking up.

I cried like I was dying I felt every stitch going in and out. They had to tie me down on a board as they tried to stitch me up and my mother had to help along with nurses. Then I got passed that , it came to pass , then I was hospitalized for like 2 or 3 maybe 5 days until results came in that I was clear from severe trauma to my head. I still had one more person to deal with , my father , I could see him in the door of the hospital room door with his arms crossed , I wanted to cry 😢 not because I was happy to see him , but because I knew he wanted to whoop my ass for that stunt.

And so this is how It all began , I wish I had good news , but this is not a happy story , it’s just a moment in my present time to remind myself where I have come from and what I have survived , and that life is not over and it won’t end here NOW , the Lord has proven to me that after trying to take my own like 3 or 4 times maybe 5. HE never allowed it and hasn’t yet to happen , he hasn’t called me back ,

HEAVEN HASNT CALLED ME HOME 🏡, the Lord is not done with me here on earth. I’m back flipping from tragic things. And making struggles into prosperous things with a PURPOSE for HIM. His word says that the work HE started in me HE will complete , the moment I’m called by HIM.

Imagine living like that for at least 7 years until came times that I was being a menace to myself and others , I was confused , I was sent to NICARAGUA , at 7 to 8 and was dropped off I another monster being replaced for another , it’s like JOSEPH sold to slavery by his siblings , I can relate being una foreign land and not knowing anyone , and this is where I meet my baby queen at 7 years old , first time swing her after my father had fled the FEDERAL investigators , for his fraud schemes , we fled the country in 1992 to 1993 , drove Two cars and packed them with as much stuff as we could , and drove away to NICARAGUA 🇳🇮 in car through MEXICO , with my mother , my mothers younger sister , whom is now PREGNANT with child , my father seed , something my mother DID NOT know about , I wonder what my aunt told my mom to make her not suspect the AFFAIR , stay tuned for that story , in another chapter.

There were some other things that happened to me as a child in this country under the care of my gramma now but even a loving 🥰 sweet woman could not spare me from more trauma , I nearly died of a skin cancer like desease , I got like a skin cancer , and by the GRACE of God I did not die. For some reason I attracted creeps , But aside from all that , it was Summer of 1992 , and I spent Christmas of 1992 in Managua under another fear of someone hurting me. I got home sick and I missed my mom. For the love of God why can’t I be with my mom under her arms hugged and feel safe. without a creep after me in MANAGUA , and another tyrant like my father watching every little thing I was doing.

The only good memories I had was with ERNESTO a boy friend of a girl called ROSA a daughter of NINOSKAS mom , the Doctor NINOSKA of the Barrio. I was a child who needed LOVE and I thought I was in love with this girl. That was short lived. My parents left back to USA to face the hard truth and reality of their actions with the government. And they took with them the pregnant woman my moms younger sister , who is close to giving birth to CHRISTOPHER LOPEZ , my little half brother , half cousin. He was born in FEB 2nd 1994 , my fathers SECRET CHILD.

I came back to USA 🇺🇸 Never knowing when I would see NINOSKA again. I came back in time to jump on the second grade with Ms HETZEL , at FAIRHAVEN Elementary , Now my aunt was public enemy in my world # 2 because now she was mistreating me afraid of the same thing because she knows I know I saw her stupid naked ass , losing her VIRGINITY to my father , God only knows how many times they fucked , aside from that one time I witnessed.

Back to blood 🩸 sweat 😓 and tears 😭, clashing heads with my father and my moms younger sister and my mom never aware of any of it , bottled up inside for YEARS !!!! at least 7 in the presence of those 2 evil 👿 people. I was DAMAGED GOODS , at times the savage beating would welt my skin and trigger the shape of the belt with blood marks , had to hide those. Most were on my back and arms and even hand whenever I would beg my father crying 😭 to stop it hurts. Grabbed me my one arm and whooped me with that belt from another.

By now at 7 years old I have so many issues. Sexual and physical and mental and emotional.

The rest is for another time …….. lots more to talk about that…from 1992 to 1999 …..

Then from OCT 20 th 1999 to FEB 14th 2005 at the age of 20…. and on …………

BACK TO TODAY …….. 12-2-2023 …………..

story to be continued ……………

DAY 1 is today , and I pray to the Lord I am given the strength to ABSTAIN , from yesterday mindset …..

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

📝⛈️☕🎞️ for Lorenza floor that "if your s/i was canon" ask memes?

I can certainly do that for you, friend! Thank you very much for sending all of these in!~

(question source: "Imagine Your Self-insert Was Canon… Self-Ship Asks" by cursedmoon-doll13)

📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story? - I feel as though Lorenza's presence wouldn't directly change all that much in the story, in all honesty..? The main parts in which she would be a more prominent character would be anything to do with the Thirteenth for obvious reasons, so that would mostly be the Crystal Tower raids (when she first enters the Source and helps NOAH find a way into the World of Darkness), the Shadow of Mhach raids (for reasons I'll explain later down the ask), and most prominently, the post-Endwalker story. The main thing I would want her to change, if she could change something, is taking Zero back from Zenos during Endwalker itself somehow - but I haven't actually seen that many cutscenes of her as his unwilling avatar yet (I'm pretty sure I skipped some), so I am not sure to what extent that would actually be possible. It'd be nice, though. So I'd quite like it to happen. Of course, crystal verse-wise - which is what I tend to view as Lorenza's default/"canon" version of events - you could argue that she may have slightly more of an influence on the story, simply by virtue of helping keep K'pheli in a much healthier (or, less aether-sick) state than he would have been in without her intervention or presence. But that and anything more than that is largely for you to establish if you so wish, hehe~

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why. - Hmm.. On the one hand, the fact that Lorenza and Zero are separated from each other for so long might encourage people to write lots of fluff to counter that fact. On the other hand, there is always potential for angst, by sheer means of how many painful moments happen in the plot - I can imagine there might be a number of sin eater/Lightwarden Lorenza AUs, for example, because of how poorly she reacts to the First as well as the fact that she's the one who takes on the Lightwardens' Light outside of crystal verse/in my version of events, plus the whole "light vs. darkness" dynamic that this would introduce. Another key angst moment that probably gets focused on a lot would be Zero appearing as Zenos' unwilling reaper avatar during Endwalker, as alluded to above. So, in conclusion, perhaps both? I can imagine anything that gets written being pretty far one way or the other, rather than somewhere in the middle.

☕️: What are the most common plots of shipping fics between you and your F/O? - Hell if I know, in all honesty! The trouble with not reading very much (or hardly any) fanfiction is that I don't have a very good idea of what sorts of things are common for people to write about specific pairings, unfortunately =P I can perhaps imagine that there would be some scenes of Lorenza showing Zero various places on the Source or introducing her to things there, since - although both of them are from the Thirteenth - Lorenza has of course experienced much more of the Source than Zero would have, so she could act as a guide for her, and use that time as a way for the two to catch each other up on what has happened since they were last able to be together. But, that's about the only potential plot to come to mind.

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship? - I tried to write one of these out, once - it's the one where Lorenza confronts Diabolos at the end of the Dun Scaith raid, forcing him to go and report that she is alive to the rest of the Thirteenth, and also to mandate that no harm can come to Zero. While it doesn't technically reveal who she is, it does at least serve as the first major on-screen example of Lorenza referring to her lover, and would probably be what encouraged whoever-was-with-her-as-part-of-the-raid to ask her about her for the first time. This is the only really concrete part of it that I have so far (that isn't just me writing out how the in-game cutscene normally goes), but I still think it stands pretty well on its own, so here it is. Imagine Lorenza holding Diabolos by the neck or something as she's talking at him.

(Technically speaking, Lorenza is not directly connected to Scathach like she's implying here - there's an argument to be made that the Thirteenth consists of what you could call "the Celtic voidsent" and "the Italian voidsent", given the divides in names (other than Diabolos, ironically), and given that her names are Lorenza and Colombina and she literally speaks Italian in the above snippet, it's perhaps evident that she is of the latter instead of the former. Even so, she's still a princess of the void - so of course she would take the throne next in the absence of a queen, right? A wayward princess ruling from afar.)

Other than that, I do think that Lorenza would open up more about Zero at some point on-screen in the story, I'm just not sure when or to whom yet. So, that would also be a pretty clear example of another scene, even if Zero herself isn't present for it. The other example would of course be the actual reuniting of Zero with Lorenza at last, whether that's post-Endwalker or I be self-indulgent and bring her into things early.

Ah, that was rather a lot for one post, but I hope that these answers are alright for you, friend! Thank you very much once again for sending in so many questions, it really means a lot~

[ozarkthedog]

Hey, Ozzie!! Big congrats on your 10k and happy early bd!!! 🥳 Thank you for your writing!! Your stories always make my heart bit faster❤️‍🔥👏 Well I saw her name on the list and ran here FAST🏃🏼‍♀️ If you please📝 Boss!Rebecca Welton x PA!reader and numbers 146) and 10) 💗💗💗

warnings: Boss!Rebecca Welton x PA Fem!Reader. mention of masturbation. illusions to smut.

word count: 799

author's note: first time writing Rebecca. go easy on me. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THE QUEEN!💙

10K Birthday Celebration

You stalk up the steps of your boss’s lavish house and let yourself in. The house is quiet as you hang your purse on the coat rack and slip your heels off. You dip your head into the kitchen and the sitting room looking for the gorgeous woman. 

You’d secretly been harboring a crush on your boss since the first day you started working for Richmond. Rebecca was a tough but gracious boss. It made your tedious job even more difficult with the fact that you had to hide your feelings. Rebecca made the dingy world around you shine.

Many times you could’ve sworn you caught her looking at you but you chalked it up to late, stressful nights and poor eating. You wanted so badly to be with her but it would be unethical and she could have anyone she wants. Why would she chose you?  

You tap your fingers on the door frame and bite your lip when you come up empty. She said she’d be here. Rebecca wanted to go over the itinerary for an upcoming away game this weekend, leaving you barely enough time to get things scheduled.

You double check your watch with a sigh when a sound from the floor above catches your attention.

“Rebecca?” You call you curiously as you ascend the marble stairs. You pray it’s your imagination toying with you and that Rebecca will waltz through the front door any second. 

 A soft cry halts your movements just as you reach the bedroom door. You press your ear against the ajar door as breathy, muted moans rumble from the other side. From the slight view the open door gives you, you can see the foot of her Rebecca bed and her feet shifting under the sheets.

Your brain short circuits when you hear her cry out your name. Maybe she’s thinking of someone else with the exact same name? She moans again and your cunt clenches at the sinful sound.

You wish you could know what she looks like while she touches herself. You want to know what drives her mad and gets her off.

You’re so deep in the fantasy of picturing your boss sprawled out on her bed with her fingers buried in her cunt that you lean too far forward and fall through the door and into the room. You hit the carpeted floor with a bang making your boss scream and jump under the covers.

“It’s only me! It’s only me!” You shout and raise your hands in a fury.

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” The blonde huffs. Her naked chest heaves under the sheets as she holds them against her bosom.

“You said you wanted to go over the schedule for this weekend and I let myself in with the key and then I heard something and ran upstairs and tripped into your room.” You anxiously blabber and tug on the seam of your shirt.

“You heard what exactly?” Rebecca shakes her head going white as a ghost.

“Uhh, I mean, not much…but were you just masturbating?” A smirk tugs your lips.

“U-uh..no, I was just..” Rebecca stammers as she smooths out the silk bedsheets in a frenzied hurry. Her cheeks are flushed and her usually quaffed hair is a mess, falling perfectly  and framing her face. 

She looks stunning. So stunning you can’t help but take the chance you’ve been wishing and hoping for all these years even if means you could get sacked.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” You confess while dragging a finger up the curve of her silk covered calf.

The older woman freezes on the spot. Her wild blue eyes lock onto yours and for once she doesn’t know what to say.

“Want some help?” You offer with a quirked brow.

“I’m your boss. I should not be thinking about you this way.” Rebecca says, trying to reason with herself as you pull the duvet cover back and slide in beside her. 

“What if I’ve been thinking the same way about you?” You say, demurely as you press your breasts into her arm and spoon your body into her naked side.

She holds your stare as your confession lingers in the thick haze of arousal that’s filling the room.

Rebecca tips your chin with a manicured finger and presses her soft lips to yours. The kiss is delicate and subtle with tinges of yearning as she swipes her tongue along your bottom lip. A moan tumbles from your throat as sticky warmth settles deep in your belly. 

Rebecca’s hand cups the side of your face as she breaks the kiss. “Then I’d say we’re fucked.” She thumbs the apple of your cheek and you lean into her touch. “In a good way.”

[erthlyheavn]

Send 📝✨ to hear a plot I'd like to write with my muse

@nebula-gaster said: 📝✨ Beelza

I would honestly like a plot where I'd get explore Beelza's lineage tbh. I like to think it's generally assumed that her father was a hellhound even though she has more fox-like features.

However, I'll go ahead and reveal that she's actually part cherub since I have no idea when I'll be able to reveal that in a thread lol. While she is aware of this, it's not necessarily information she shares with other people--not even the other sins.

[wosofanstuff]

I made a song last night when I was half asleep and brushing my teeth

I picture it sounding like whimsical (maybe like musical whimsical) ((I do t know how to describe the voice I picture😅🥲🥲🙃))

I also have no idea where this when but *shrug*’

Insecure;

I’m insecure

Oh how you look at her

I swear you’ve seen the stars the way you eyes light up

But when you turn to me your eyes they search for her

Oh I’m so very insecure

At how you look at her

You look as if she holds the world

Oh but when you look at me your eyes tell me it’s her

Oh what I’d give to look like her

Oh you adore the way her eyes are so blue

Oh but only if you’d noticed how I feel so blue

When you look at her

Oh why is it her you adore

Why can’t you say you want me

Oh but I’d know you’d only lie to me

The way you look at her make me insecure

What does she have that makes her love her so damn much

Is it the dimples on her face

Or is the confidence she amits when she walks into the room

Oh you’d swear she was a goddess the way her hips would move

But oh the wink and the smirk I can see the appeal

Maybe I would choose her too

But I must admit I might like her more than you

Oh what id give to be with her

Oh she’s the sin I must resist but she looks so damn fine

Oh I can see the appeal

Maybe I’m not so insecure anymore

But maybe I am jealous of the you stare like she’s yours

Oh What id give to be hers

The diamonds or the pearls she can have it all

Oh I’d give her the world if only for a moment of her time

She’s the sin I must resist but maybe I don’t want to

Oh I want taste of the sin she Amit’s if only for a moment

Oh I don’t like you no more

I know she’s the one that I adore

As I stare, her eyes see mine

Oh I swear she can hear my thoughts

The way her eyes light up

Oh blue meet sea green

Oh I see sparks on only just a gaze

I wonder what it’d be like if only to kiss her twice

Oh your the only one I see

Your my craving that’s so sweet

I see you and you see me too

Oh what I’d give to hold her so damn tight

We can hum melody that only we can understand

Oh I can picture our life and it’s so damn bright

——📝🌚🏳️‍🌈🎵

Woah… am I’m sorry but did you say you wrote that while brushing your teeth?!?

Yeah don’t know the singer? you picture but the lyrics are amazing

Was that like a one time thing or do you write songs more often?