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Old Bones | Chapter Three

Summary: After fleeing a toxic relationship, you fear for your safety and hire a bodyguard. He's masked, impassible, and damn good at what he does.

Warning(s): strong language, suggestive language, guns/gun violence, death, gore/medical gore, blood, canon-typical violence

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I think this is my fav chapter so far, lemme know what y'all think... sorry if it's medically inaccurate but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also the bastard finally has a name !!

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“Squeeze trigger slow, don’t forget to breathe.” His fingers are overtaking yours, contorting yours so they’re using the proper form.

Even if you wanted to make a mistake, his frame was caging you in, stomach pressed deeply into the curve of your back. You do just that, firing at the glass jars lined up several feet away. Not a solid hit, but closer than the others.

Simon steps back, lowering the cock of the weapon for you. “You’re hesitating. There’s no time to hesitate or you’re dead.”

“I know that.” You spit back. The fluster of continually missing, as well as being dragged out here nearly every day was getting to you. Not to mention the heat of the sun beating down on you, successfully blinding any shot you take.

“Then do it properly,” He stands near the jars in front of you now, crossing his arms over his chest in impatience. “You think I have time to ponder when I’m holding a gun to someone’s head? I don’t. I shoot first.”

Such a prick—an insufferable prick at that. His words only escalated the sour mood you’d had during this whole morning of make-shift boot camp.

You raise the pistol again, lining up the sights and tracing along his figure being outlined by the rays of sunshine. You exhale like you’d been coached, jerking the sights to the jar closest to him and squeezing the trigger.

The mason jar explodes, laying askew on the pallets he’d set them up on. He doesn’t jump in surprise, or lose his composure.

“Better. You might actually have a chance… If he’s a statue.” His lack of reaction only pissed you off more, practically wiping any form of a smirk you had after your first lucky bullet. You switch the safety back on, for his well-being as much as your own, and toss the iron to him.

He catches it without a second thought, returning it to the sack of weapons he’d brought to train with. A week, and you’d just barely made it to pistols. Not to mention, on your toes the entire time because there’s been nothing but radio silence on your spouse. Not a letter, not a piece of mail, no sign of a tail—nothing.

He begins the drive back from the countryside, somewhere about an hour out of town where none of the trigger pulls would be heard. His eyes are glued to the unpaved road in front of him, as usual. One hand on the top of the wheel, and the other taking up the entirety of his center console, leaving you little room to breathe.

“I’d say, you’re ready to carry one.” Simon’s words nab your attention. “Just don’t shoot at me again, or you’re shit out of luck.”

You don’t doubt the power of carrying, but it’s new nonetheless.

Perhaps his harsh feedback held weight, and you ‘might’ have a chance in hell of defending yourself. Might—as in, nearly none at all.

Thank the stars for that insufferable prick, then, because whether you want to admit it or not, his services are needed.

—

The weight of the piece is something you’ll have to get used to.

You refused the hip holster, to Simon’s annoyance, of course. Instead, it’s going to remain tucked into your waistband, the icy metal of the .38 revolver digging into the soft flesh of your tailbone.

He’s in the shower now, where he usually spends about two minutes anyways, despite you packing now. Bullets were your words now, if necessary. This situation was past legalities, or forms, or numbing and intrusive questions in the courtroom.

Three sharp pounds on the front door, and you’re already at your feet. The shower shuts off, and Simon has walked out with a towel concealing his waist and already started for the door.

“Wait.” You’re looking through the peephole only greeted with the sight of a badge and an impatient officer. Simon steps back a bit, watching the encounter from the hallway as droplets run down his frame.

Once you’ve opened the door, the officer holds out some sort of form. The prospect of an officer at your door has prevented you from hearing his introduction or caring to take a look at the badge. The only words that find you are ‘husband’ and ‘defamation’.

He doesn’t bother to let you respond, just shoves the form onto the entry table and gives Simon a sickened glare. At first glance, probably thinking Simon is your side piece showering off after a night of adultery.

The officer has retreated down the steps of the complex, leaving you unable to process anything. Simon doesn’t say a word, just retreats to his room to finish dressing, as if there wasn’t almost a dead cop laying in the foyer.

Your hands shiver as you skim through the document, seated at the kitchen table. You couldn’t believe the bastard—cops and judges already on his payroll, coming up with some bogus claim of defamation—all while you’re left with no evidence of the latter.

He’s returned quickly, resting his palms on the table as he soaks in the information. “You’re not going to that trial.” The paper is taken from your fingers, forcing you out of your discomposure.

“I’ll go to prison if I don’t show, Simon.” You respond quickly, wondering what the hell he’s getting you roped into.

“No, you’ll be dead.” He leads, the palms on the table turning to tight fits. “Once you’re in the courtroom, he’ll have access to you, or whatever shitty motel you’ll be staying in for months. You’re not going.” His commands are nearing that of a hardened soldier.

“This is my life you’re talking about. I can’t just pack up and run from the federal government. He’s not going to kill me, he’s going to try and put me in jail, then throw away the key.” Your tone has heightened, but his hasn’t.

He takes a few steps back from the table as if trying not to blow his top. “You’re hiding out in a shitty apartment, sobbing in the middle of supermarkets, and you’re confident in that assessment?”

“If he wanted you in jail, he would’ve planted evidence on you. I’ll repeat myself. You’re not going.” Simon sighs sharply, trying to calm himself again. “We need to get out of this apartment for now, before more police poke around and find you packing heat.”

The lack of decor, luggage still in the corner, non-perishables you’d bought—all for the inevitable moment he finds you. That moment was here, and now you were packing it all away. Somehow the place looked less pitiful with it all packed away and stuffed into his backseat.

—

You were somewhere in the countryside, only in the opposite direction of the shooting range you were at that morning. He hadn’t stopped once during the long ride and wasn’t planning to. You were in a small town before you knew it—someplace you’d never heard of, and probably with a population that doesn’t reach triple digits.

The barren landscape you were passing in the near forties seemed to continue forever. The endless crop and winding paths would provide cover, but the scenarios playing in your head depicted worse.

The entirety of the town was in a cluster—a few gas pumps, a motel, a pharmacy, and a diner—all of which much older than you’d been alive, visibly decaying under years of neglect.

His truck rolled to a stop, parking in the empty lot of the motel. You two seemed to be the only ones rooming in this apocalyptic townlet, and you were grateful for that, at least. He retreated into the office and returned holding a key to your room.

You climbed out, retrieving the duffel that had your entire life packed into it. His bag of weapons was slung over his shoulder, and he carried it as if the weight had no effect. He’d stayed quiet the whole trip, and it continued well into entering the shared space.

Two beds, a bathroom, and a kitchenette. Nicer than you expected, albeit the exterior painted a different picture earlier.

Your stiff limbs freed themselves when you sprawled out on the bed you claimed, remaining in disbelief of the situation at hand. You were on the run again, but this time not from him—from the law. How long could this go on? Living in motels, with an overbearing male roommate? Especially one without a sense of humor; the spiteful cherry on top.

He closed the curtains with a jerk, forcing you to stare at the dated floral pattern they had, instead of the secluded view outside. There was no time for error, especially when it was someone other than the law to figure out you’d skipped town.

Just when you’ve begun to close your eyes, he’s loudly rifling through the luggage sitting on the floor, muttering curses under his breath. You sit up in bed in a huff, glaring into his back. Finally, he pulls out the bottle of Kentucky, pouring himself a generous glass, before thumping it down onto the faux-granite counter.

“Seriously?” You sigh, sitting yourself up on your arms.

He takes a few seconds, savoring the burn running down his throat. “Gonna need it. Helps me focus.”

“We’ll need to pick up a few things at that pharmacy, so get up.” There’s no chance in hell he’s leaving you here alone, despite the store only being a few blocks away. Bickering only greeted you with an icy glare, so you grumbled to your feet, slipping into the jacket you’d removed only minutes before.

In usual fashion, he’s a few steps behind you, watching the few people that are out and about at the moment, most of which are retirement age.

You’re inside the pharmacy now, practically tapping your foot at him as he grabs the supplies you two might need. More non-perishables as well as a small kit used for camping. It was clear to you this little “road trip” wasn’t going to end soon—and he was quite used to being on the run.

As soon as he’s placed the bills on the checkout counter, you’ve exited the store, nearly skipping back to his truck. He begins the short drive back, but his eyes keep darting between the rearview mirror and over his shoulder.

“We have a tail.” He snarls, continuing to divert further from town. “I’m gonna make sure we lose it.”

His words make your hairs stand, whatever the hell he meant by that was nothing pretty. He was getting further from town, so whatever his plans were needed absolutely no witnesses.

“Gun?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at the black Mercedes creeping closer.

He nods, still frantically assessing his four corners. The road signs have disappeared again, and you’re back to crops and trucking warehouses. You lift yourself off the seat a bit, retrieving the revolver you previously had tucked away. You check the cylinder, indeed seeing six bullets loaded inside—bullets he’d filed X’s into the tips himself—they “blew a nastier hole” that way, according to him.

It’s in your lap now, as you bounce around from his speed increase. The tail does the same, nearly bumper to bumper with his trunk now. Simon diverts, trying to ensure it can’t clip it, but the unpaved road before you is already unsteady enough when you’re going straight.

The Mercedes clips into the side of his truck, but the size difference between the cars only causes it to swerve. Simon turns abruptly, making the tail believe he’s taking a right. In reality, he swerves left, causing the confused driver to go straight into the metal fence lining the road.

You only see the wreckage briefly; crushed hood, steam rising from the hood, and no further movement from the driver.

He slams the brakes, pulling off to the side. He pulls out his much larger caliber pistol, slamming the truck door behind him. He’s gone to make sure he finishes the job.

Your fingers find the lock button, about to hear that click, when the passenger door is whipped open, and you’re face down in the gravel before you know it. Your gun is askew somewhere, having been ripped from your hands.

The assailant's fingers dig into your scalp, forcing you to kneel on the sharp pebbles. He’s surely one of the men your husband hired. His nose is busted, and there are small shards of glass embedded in his face that he’s too determined to mind.

This was the moment fate caught up with you, just like you’d thought it would. Either with you dead in your apartment, or staring down the barrel of a gun like you are now—disarmed and on your knees execution-style.

He cocks it, pressing the metal into your temple.

The unmistakable crack of a gunshot echoes through the countryside, causing both of you to jump in surprise. Had Simon been ambushed? Was he already bleeding out in the dirt?

He seems to think the same, a lordly smirk spreading, revealing his bloodied teeth. You snap your eyes to the stars above you. His leer is not going to be the last thing you see—the night sky would be.

The ring in your ears is louder than the gunshot itself. Warm sprinkles have splattered across you now, dripping down your neck. But you’re not dead. Not clenching a bullet hole either. You have to look down to be sure, examining your body with sanguine hands.

Instead, it’s the man with a hole in his head crumbled in front of you, still your pistol in his dead fingers. The ringing subsides, but your eardrums are muffled slightly like you’ve just had your head underwater.

“Bastard got me,” Simon stumbles back, making you sigh in relief, “—came out of the fuckin’ backseat, didn’t see him.” He’s sputtering, putting a flat palm against the stab wounds on his stomach, while the other is against the door of the truck.

You use the truck for support as well, feeling the stray pebbles that were still digging into your knees, not to mention the crimson seeping into the fabric of your clothes, sticking to you. You snatch your pistol back, stuffing it back into your waistband.

He’s barely upright now. An uncanny sight at best, seeing him struggle to hold his own weight.

“We need to… Clean this up…” He takes his palm off the truck, but it’s returned when he nearly stumbles again. He’s fighting himself, forcing himself to be the one in charge here. Simon glowers down at his abdomen, lifting the saturated fabric. It’s worse than you expected, not in the deepness of the punctures, but how much blood he lost in the scuffle.

You can tell he wants to speak, to give you some sort of instruction, but the pants coming from him are too severe. He slides down the truck, leaning against the large tire for support. He’s gone even paler than usual—you can tell through the eyes of his mask.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, at least. But it won’t be soon if you don’t do something.

It’s a blur; grunting and using all your might to put the dead man into the bed of the truck. You open the door to the backseat, finding the foil blanket in the camping kit Simon bought. You cover the bed, so his corpse looks like nothing more than a lump of firewood, or hay, or something other than what it is.

The skinny flashlight finds its way between your teeth, as you scoop and kick the dirt around to cover up the blood. The storm clouds forming are your only hope of washing away any evidence of this bloodbath. You shine the light on the side of the car, where some of the splatter had cast. You wipe it away with your sleeve, leaving only small traces of it.

Finally, it shined on him. A half-conscious Simon, who you can barely lift into the truck. He gives a little way, but your arms are putty by the end of the ordeal. He’s slumped in the seat, and you haven’t bothered to buckle him in.

You climb inside the driver’s seat, reversing quickly to make it back to the motel. The lack of guests will make patching him up easier, but the prospect of what unfolded is not providing much comfort. You’re speeding down the strip of unpaved road, eventually greeted by the few street lights illuminating the town.

You slow when you reach the parking space, claiming the one directly across from your room, so transporting Simon is easier. Luckily, the few residents that live there have retreated in for the night, leaving no prying eyes around.

You palm his pockets, locating the room key. There’s no time for slippery fingers or trembling hands. You make way for yourself and him by opening the door first, then pulling him out of the truck. He’s putting as much weight on himself as he can, but you’re left to do most of the literal heavy lifting.

Simon was otiosely dropped onto his bed, left to writhe only for a few seconds while you grabbed the rest of the camping kit from the backseat. When you return and lock the doors behind you, you’re quick to dig through the luggage for pieces of clothing. Ones you can put underneath his torso to prevent the mess his wounds are going to make.

You fish the knife he kept in his pocket out, cutting through the soaked t-shirt fabric. It glides off easily, allowing your amateur eyes to feast on the punctures. They aren’t deep, clearly not done with enough force to do serious internal damage, but there’s enough for the blood loss to be his biggest problem.

Simon must’ve finished him off before he could rough him up more—you could tell by how jagged the last stab was—like the man’s blade had been ripped away hastily.

“The bourbon…” He murmurs, bringing the bottle to your attention. Something you’ll be able to use. The self-medication that was slowly killing him might just be his saving grace.

You zip to the counter, unscrewing the cap from the bottle. He nods his head, bracing himself like he’s been through his a hundred times. He probably has, for all you know. The fawn-tinted liquid sizzles at his wounds, both disinfecting and irritating the reddened, puffy flesh.

He’s gritting his teeth under the mask, clenching one of the towels you laid out for dear life. Still, handling the pain better than you expected. You, on the other hand, were minutes from spewing.

The blood was coming out faster than you could keep up with, and no matter how many times you dug through that camping kit, it was only small bandages and ointment. You had no choice, you had to get to that pharmacy.

First, you’re hunched over the sink, scrubbing away the crimson coating you. You take off your jacket, ridding yourself of your bloodied clothes. One of his hoodies will have to do, and it will cover the remnants remaining in your hair. From how squeamish the sight was making you, you could swear you were paler than the man actively bleeding out.

Next, you’re out the door again, darting down the slick streets. Those storm clouds you saw earlier had begun to rain down on you. Good for the crime scene miles away, but not for your joints. That taste of blood, pinching in your side as you forced yourself to keep going, closing in on the pharmacy eventually.

Heaving in the first-aid aisle, grabbing any sterile gauze you see, then a box of gloves. Of course, the selection is limited. The townsfolk probably aren’t playing mob doctor like you are right now.

Once you’ve made uneducated guesses on what to get, it’s like you’re reminded of the dying man in your hotel room. There’s no time to pay, and no active cameras—no time to question the logistics of it all. Besides, the geriatric clerk barely gave you a passing glance when you stormed inside.

You’re out the back door, looping around the building until you’re back on the sidewalk again, racing with the supplies hooked under your arm. You’ve only been away minutes, but those were precious minutes where he could’ve hemorrhaged even more.

The rain putters heavily, coating your lashes like it did in the parking lot of the supermarket, daring you to stumble in disorientation.

You fiddle with the key, nearly kicking the door down when it struggles. It gives way eventually, and you’ve slammed it, already sitting on the edge of the bed. He kept a hand on his wounds while you were away, luckily, but he’s starting to slip again.

You peel Simon’s large fingers away, then look at the supplies before you. You rush to the sink and sterilize your fingers, darting your gaze from the sink back to him.

You look down at it—the engagement ring you haven’t been able to take off all this time.

“Fuck it.” You mutter, tearing it off your finger. It clatters somewhere in the sink, and you leave it there to get back to Simon. You tear the cardboard encasing the gloves, slipping them onto your trembling fingers—partially from the cold rain, as well as the know-nothing decisions you’re going to make to treat him.

Stitches are out of the question, so you’re going to have to pack the wounds—something you've seen on a medical show once. You unravel the roll of gauze, cutting off small sections of it with the knife, and then get to work.

He’s lucky he’s knocked out because he’d probably cringing right now—from your medical care, not your fingers digging around at his wounds.

You loop the bandage around your index finger, trying to recall the steps. You push it deep enough to prevent it from bleeding through, stuffing the gashes in a zig-zag pattern. One by one, you move to the next wound until they’re all packed.

If these stabs had been any deeper, there would be two bodies in the bed of the truck right now—one of which would be the owner. Opportunely, they hadn’t bled through the gauze so far.

The exhaustion caught up with you quickly, but you were determined to keep an eye on him. Without him, you were screwed, plain and simple. He wasn’t going to die and leave you with this unexplainable mess, one that he got you into when he took you on this hellacious joyride.

—

You must’ve dozed sometime in the night because the sunrise was peaking through the gaps of the curtains when your eyes opened. Not to mention, Simon was shoving you away from him, grunting as he was finally able to sit up.

He peered down at the evidence of the unpractised medical attention you’d given him. His fingers found the bottle of Kentucky still on the nightstand, and he took a slug from it, feeling the tension release a little bit.

The sight of the room surprised him a bit—the medical supplies and luggage thrown around, the clothing laid out below him, and not to mention the blood still dried on your fingers.

He finds his footing, despite the frazzled expression you’re maintaining. He’s been here before, in fact, been closer to death many times. This was nothing to Simon—“just a scratch” as he’d say. He grabs one of the only clean shirts left, slipping it on to cover himself.

After he’s taken another drink, he turns to you, standing above you with authority. This was no longer a game of cat and mouse, it was past that now. He had bigger problems, like the corpse in the bed of his truck, and the prospect of more of those men coming.

He finally finds the words when he sees you’re no longer wearing your ring. “What’s this bloke's name, the one who sent his dogs on us?”

You shake your head in confusion, but his clenched jaw is persistent and only going tighter. You’re forced to swallow the lump forming in your throat. You, too, can tell things are changing, and it’s become more personal for Simon than he’d like to admit.

You utter his name, as he’s forced you to reveal it. “Cal. His name is Cal.”

He takes a sharp inhale, taking in the information. The hands that were resting at his sides have now turned to fits. “After we take care of that problem in the back of my truck, we’re gonna find this bastard.” You could swear steam would be coming out of his ears by now.

He grabs his truck keys off the table and starts towards the door, growling something under his breath that you didn’t make out,

“I’m gonna find this bastard…”

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○ boy oh boy ○ seonghwa does not care ○ maybe it’s because he’s an aries and they just don't get shy too often, or he just radiates “idfc” energy ○ he will full on make out with you in public, but sometimes he does get a little shy when he’s around a lot of people ○ but like i said, he DOES NOT care at all ○ he isn't even jealous because he knows that you’re his omg… ○ sometimes during,,, wink wink he teases you about it and is like, ○ “could he fuck you better than i can?” HDJSCKJD ○ he’s intimate, passionate, lustful, literally everything wherever y’all are ○ he’s just head over heels for you tbh

⚘ yunho

○ he doesn’t make out with you in public ○ but he’s always holding your hand, like… always… literally always… ○ he’ll kiss your cheek sometimes, but he keeps you close by holding your hand ○ he prefers to make out with you at home, soooo ;)) ○ if he’s feeling extra special or sees another guy looking at you he will make out with you just to be like ○ “i didn’t like the way that guy is looking at you” ○ and you’re just like, “you just wanna kiss me, admit it” 😭 ○ he’s also cautious with cameras because he just wants to protect you :’) ○ like hongjoong, definitely prefers private intimacy ○ boy is head over heels for you, but way more softer than seonghwa ○ yunho can get a lil 🤪🤪 though LMFAOOO

⚘ yeosang ○ he definitely prefers private intimacy ○ he gets shy when there’s cameras capturing the love you too share with each other ○ he’ll hold your hand in public, but honestly? ○ that’s about it ○ he’s more of a private dude, so when you guys are alone he IS all up on you ( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ） ○ when he gets jealous he might become a bit more touchy, but he kinda just pulls you away and tells you he’s uncomfortable ○ yeosang is really good at communicating his feelings with you especially ○ he never finds himself in the position to feel threatened by other guys looking at you :’)

⚘ san

○ he will kiss you, make out with you, hug you, hold your hand, EVERYTHING with you ○ however~~ ○ he makes sure you’re comfortable with it first, because even though he doesn’t care he wants you to know he cares about what you care about so he doesn’t do anything past your limits ○ depending on the situation he will get a little flustered kissing you (he still does it any ways) ○ he doesn’t usually get jealous but he does get protective around other guys because, “i know what those guys are thinking” ○ he just doesn’t want another man to steal you away from him :’(

⚘ mingi

○ mingi cares but like does not care at the same time ○ even though mingi is a little cray cray he prefers making out with you off camera ○ like hongjoong and yunho he doesn’t go crazy in front of the cameras ○ mingi just wants to protect you in public and then completely destroy you in private 😫 ○ he does get jealous and he does not care to show it or not ○ sometimes he will be lowkey about it, but other times he’s making out with you, touching you, literally hands all over when he’s jealous ○ not because he feels threatened but just cause he wants to be like, “yeah y/n is mine” ○ asserting his dominance or wtv 🤪 ○ and then he gets embarrassed after doing that because the cameras were watching and he’s like, “well…”

⚘ wooyoung

○ like seonghwa and san he doesn’t care ○ boy is not even careful in front of the camera’s like … sir???? ○ popping up on dispatch couples weekly 😭 ○ new headline of y’all every week LMFAOO ○ wooyoung doesn’t get jealous either, literally never ○ sometimes he sees other guys looking at you and he’s just proud to have bagged you ○ wooyoung will literally get into your pants in public and not care

⚘ jongho

○ typically jongho is private ○ but he does whatever he wants ○ very reserved in public and keeps in mind how other people around him feel ○ if he feels the moment is right he will kiss you but usually it’s just casual hand holding ○ cameras never get any scandalous pics of y’all because jongho is just very chill and lowkey in public ○ in private tho? that’s another story ○ jongho doesn’t get jealous either, like i said ○ BOY IS RESERVED AF ○ he might mention it back at home, but it doesn’t bother him

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euphor1a · 2 years

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✒ bts masterlist

Everything here includes 18+ content! Minors, please do not interact, you will be blocked if I notice.

ⵌ requests are currently closed, but my askbox is open, feel free to send me stuff!

✎ genre key ⟩| ⚘ fluff, ☂ angst, ⚿ smut |⟨

✎ last updated » July 4th

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❝ When they are embarrassed for coming early. ⚘ ⚿

˗ˏˋ꒰ reaction / established relationship ꒱

❝ When you orgasm multiple times during sex. ⚿

˗ˏˋ꒰ reaction / established relationship ꒱

❝ Namjoon having a strength kink. ⚿

˗ˏˋ꒰ thirst drabble / established relationship ꒱

❝ Namjoon gives you a belly bulge. ⚿

˗ˏˋ꒰ thirst drabble / established relationship ꒱

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❝ Control. (~4.8K words) ⚘ ⚿

You’ve been testing your husband’s patience for a while now, simply for fun. But you never imagined that he would take revenge this way.

˗ˏˋ꒰ one-shot / ceo au / established relationship ꒱

❝ 'Tis your throne. (~4.1K words) ⚘ ⚿

You thought that it’s your seat. But no, according to Jungkook, ‘tis your throne.

˗ˏˋ꒰ one-shot / ceo au / established relationship ꒱

❝ Dilf!Jungkook handcuffs you. ⚿

˗ˏˋ꒰ thirst drabble / established relationship ꒱

❝ Yin to my yang. (~8.9K words) ⚘ ☂ ⚿

“I don’t wanna sound cliché or anything, but you are the yin to my yang, y’know what I mean?”

Or, Jeon Jungkook was your knight in shining armor since the moment he entered your life. From being your rock during the toughest times, to being the most supportive and proud best friend imaginable, he was everything and beyond. Until now, that is, because you need to tell him how you feel before it’s too late, and the more you look at Jungkook, the more scared you are of messing it up. Little do you know that he’s on the very same boat.

˗ˏˋ꒰ one-shot / best friends to lovers au ꒱

❝ Comfort sex with Jungkook. ⚘ ⚿

˗ˏˋ꒰ thirst drabble / established relationship ꒱

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hi, you can call me shocco! 29. they/any prns. sfw. writing and musing about my beloveds (obey me, love&deepspace, honkai star rail, sometimes genshin impact and osomatsu-san). my inbox is open, so feel free to send me any requests, comments, or questions. let's chat about our mutual hyperfixations! ♡

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╰ i'm uncomfortable with pregnancy/childbirth/breeding so i won't be writing any requests dealing with these topics. thank you for your understanding!

╰ on the other hand, i have an incredibly soft spot for hurt/comfort & comfort fics in general, so you can expect to see those often~

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awmancreeper · 1 year

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AWMANCREEPER’s Garden ⚘⚘

✿ Ali , 04’, she/her, ENFP, MOA (OT5 I swear!)

16 + ONLY

> got bored one day and started writing

> sorry my stories are so long

> request are open but I’m slow :/

> ask, comment, or dm to be added into Taglists (Permanent Taglist OPEN)

⚘~•♡MASTERLIST♡•~•⚘

Mwah ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

#navi #awmancreeper #kpop smau #tomorrow x together #txt smau

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prettypinkpuddles · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

finally did my master list…

♡︎𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

♥︎𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝

☹︎𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

Genshin Men from A-Z

𖣔♕Aether♕𖣔

♥︎insert horny character here

☹︎ broken down golden boy

♡︎Baby fever / includes multiple characters

♡+♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♔☁︎︎albedo☁︎︎♔

♡︎comfort for pains / includes multiple characters

♥︎smug boys are sexy / includes multiple characters

༻✾Al Haitham✾༺

♡︎+♥︎al haitham brainrot

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♥︎poor stupid Y/N / includes multiple characters

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

꧁𒊹︎Arataki Itto𒊹︎꧂

♡︎comfort for pains / includes multiple characters

֍⚘Childe⚘֍

♥︎Sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♡︎sleepy y/n / includes multiple characters

♥︎mirror sex / includes multiple characters

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

༅✿Cyno✿༅

♡︎baby fever / includes multiple characters

♡︎+♥︎cyno brainrot

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

☼☾Diluc☽☼

♡︎comfort for pains / includes multiple characters

♡︎pretty picnic / black reader

♡︎Baby fever / includes multiple characters

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♡︎sleepy y/n / includes multiple characters

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

▼・ᴥ・▼ gorou

♥︎pupper getting called daddy / NSFW themes are present.

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

🝮♔Kaeya♔🝮

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♡︎sleepy y/n / includes multiple characters

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

☁︎︎☘︎︎ꕥKazuhaꕥ☘︎︎☁︎︎

♥︎kazu is indeed daddy. / NSFW themes are present

♡︎good things deserve aftercare / includes multiple characters

♥︎mirror sex / includes multiple characters

☕︎︎☂︎︎Kamisato Ayato☂︎︎☕︎︎

♡︎+♥︎daddy ayato.. / includes multiple characters

♡︎picnic date!

♡︎kisses from ayato / kinda angsty/comfort

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♡︎arranging a date

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

ꕥ🜲Kaveh🜲ꕥ

♡︎+♥︎kaveh brainrot…

♥︎smug boys are sexy / includes multiple characters

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

★ʚLyneyɞ☆

♡+♥︎ lyney brainrot

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

✦⌘ʚNeuvilletteɞ⌘✦

♥︎mind numbing thoughts / includes multiple characters

༺⦿☼Scaramouche☼⦿༻

♥︎mirror sex / includes multiple characters

♥︎poor stupid Y/N / includes multiple characters

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♥︎smug boys are sexy / includes multiple characters

♫☁︎︎Shikanoin Heizou☁︎︎♫

♥︎naughty stuff with heizou

♥︎moar naughty stuff with heizou

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

♥︎mind numbing thoughts/ includes multiple characters

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

❁♪Thoma♪❁

♡︎good things need aftercare / includes multiple characters

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

~ꕥ❁ Tighnari ❁ꕥ~

♥︎sensitive to the thought of you

♥︎smug boys are sexy / includes multiple characters

♥︎tighnari brainrot

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

ꨄ☁︎︎☾Venti☽☁︎︎ꨄ

♡︎Songs with venti

۞᯽Xiao᯽۞

☹︎getting hurt with Xiao

♥︎daddy xiao / includes multiple characters

♔Zhongli♕♔

♡︎cuddle bunny

♡︎that damn bard…

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♡︎sunset watching

Genshin Women A-Z

ᴥ︎☀︎︎Beidou☀︎︎ᴥ︎

♥︎makin’ porn wit beidou / includes multiple characters

♡︎good things deserve aftercare / includes multiple characters

✦❈Faruzan❈✦

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

☮︎︎𑁍Ganyu𑁍☮︎︎

♥︎ganyu’s a tease / includes multiple characters

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

☯︎︎Hu Tao☯︎︎

♥︎Hu Tao with ropes / includes multiple characters

☽۞Kamisato Ayaka۞☾

♡︎Nails! / includes multiple characters

᯽☕︎︎Lisa☕︎︎᯽

♥︎pretty.. lovely… lisa…

♥︎part two!

☕︎︎✍︎︎Ninggaung✍︎︎☕︎︎

♡︎nails! / includes multiple characters

♡︎comfort for pains / includes multiple characters

♥︎ning on stream! / includes multiple characters

⚠︎︎❁❄︎Rosaria❄︎❁⚠︎︎

♡︎More nails! / includes multiple characters

⍟☔︎︎Shenhe☔︎︎⍟

♡︎Comfort for pains / includes multiple characters

♡︎Nails w/ Shenhe! / includes multiple characters

✍︎︎♔Yanfei♔✍︎︎✈︎

♥︎Yanfei is live! / includes multiple characters

♡♥so good you cry / includes multiple characters

꧁⍟Yoimiya⍟꧂

♥︎Now recording Yoimiya / includes multiple characters

♡︎good things deserve aftercare / includes multiple characters

❤︎︎𓃠𖣔Yae Miko𖣔𓃠❤︎︎

♥︎Special Guest Yae / includes multiple characters

♥︎some stress relief

Fatui

☯︎︎✈︎Dottore✈︎☯︎︎

♥︎having fun / includes multiple characters

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

♥︎mirror sex / includes multiple characters

♥︎poor stupid Y/N / includes multiple characters

♥︎cockdrunk / includes multiple characters

ఌ۞Pantalone۞ఌ

♥︎having fun / includes multiple characters

♥︎ripped and stained

♡︎+♥︎marriage

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

ꕥ𖤍Pierro𖤍ꕥ

♥︎sloppy mess / includes multiple characters

#genshin impact #reader insert #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n

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lightsoutletsgo · 2 years

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welcome to the flower shop

MEET THE FLORIST ₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. mimi | 23 | she/her | pacific islander/british | mdni!! ln.4 | op.81 | ls.2 | cl.16 | cs.55 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ find out more on my 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘥

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SPECIAL ORDERS — posts you may have missed ❀༉‧₊˚.

bear hugs au masterlist — cl.16

bhau: the one where ollie lives alone — cl.16 | ob.38

love letters (part 2/2) — cl.16

welcome home — op.81 (18+)

BLOOMS ALMOST IN SEASON — works coming soon ❀༉‧₊˚.

playlist vol.7 - vienna — cl.16

enchanted — ls.2

the boy is mine — ls.2

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eternalbuckley · 4 months

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OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST.

last updated: 08th, march 2024 | back to masterlist overview.

❀ - request | *- smut

if you can‘t find a certain character on this list here — it means that i don’t write for this character! :)

› JJ Maybank ‹

Confessions. | fluff, slight angst, gn!reader — 1,480 words | [17th, september 2023]

↳ summary: You like each other and are too afraid to admit it. Until one of you finally does it.

* Porn Links. | smut, fem!reader / afab!reader | [28th, december 2023]

› Rafe Cameron ‹

We could have had it all. | angst, gn!reader — 1,854 word | [17th, november 2023]

↳ summary: You and Rafe used to hook up until you broke things off. Now he wants you back.

* Porn Links. | smut, fem!reader / afab!reader | [28th, december 2023]

Rafe getting the one no one else ever got. | thoughts, gn!reader | [03rd, march 2024]

Rafe being a soft man only for you. | thoughts, gn!reader | [08th, march 2024]

› Sarah Cameron ‹

* Porn Links. | smut, fem/!reader / afab!reader | [28th, december 2023]

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puffein · 9 months

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━━･ HI WELCOME ❣ i am ein (in), 19 yo, this is my first time writing so please be kind.˚ ♡ ⋆˚ I hope you enjoy navigating through my blog and my fics!! lovelots. ꕥ

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lunarw0rks · 10 months

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nsfw dom valeria 🙏🙏🙏, anything that comes to mind honestly, u can use y/n if u want, this is terrible i’m sorry i’ve never done this before n i’m high so i’m struggling 🗣️🗣️

Summary: Valeria uses you as a way to relieve her frustrations.

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), established relationship, p^rn with little plot, oral sex, fingering, AFAB!reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: this is my first time writing for Valeria (＃＞＜) also I don't speak Spanish, so I apologize for grammatical errors

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ VALERIA MASTERLIST // have a request? ♡¸.•*' ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver.

Following Orders

It was the perfect evening; rose-scented candles illuminating only your faces, silky curtains covering every inch of the high walls, and the quiet chatter of Las Almas high society as they dined. This environment was something out of your element, like you were watching yourself from above, all while you stuck out so easily. Despite wearing the fanciest, most premium clothing she’d bought you, you were like a deer in the headlights.

She’d sent a bottle over, as a distraction while she handled her business. The “nicest bottle they have” according to her. It was a nice bottle, if only you’d gotten to savor it in silence.

“Estarás muerto por la mañana si no sigues las órdenes.” Valeria coos into the phone as if she wasn’t threatening the life on the other line. Her legs are crossed, while her unoccupied hand is tapping on the table.

Another gargle from the other line and she’s hung up, finishing off her glass of wine in one gulp. She’s looking at you through hooded lids, still seething with anger—glaring as if you were the henchmen disobeying her moments ago.

“It’s not easy being king, hm?” She sneers, noticing the awkward shifting in your seat, and the tight grip you have on the neck of your wine glass.

The phone thrown atop the tablecloth chimes again, forcing her to check it. Her jaw tightens at whatever bad news has popped up, and next, she’s wiping her mouth with the cloth napkin, and to her feet.

“We’re going home. Now.” Her snarl reaches deep, causing you to set aside the plate you barely picked at.

She doesn’t bother to pay the tab, nor leave a tip for the server. She’s gripping the flesh of your forearm and practically dragging you across the pavement. The valet has come to a stop under the carport as soon as the both of you exited as if waiting for her hand and foot on her.

She opens the side door closest and slams it as soon as you’re inside. She climbs into the other, and gives the driver two taps—then he’s kicked the engine, dodging traffic, and approaching her main compound in record time.

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The large oak doors have come to a slam, and the control panel is in her hands. Her electric blinds are slowly whirring downward until all of the windows in the foyer have been covered. In replacement of the porch light no longer coming through, she’s slowly turning on the pendant chandelier above the dining space.

You’re standing in the middle of the foyer, still clenching your wallet tightly. She’s been silent since she told the guards to split, and now she’s standing across from you, casing you with her hard-eyed gaze. She’s had her fair share of explosive mood swings and heated phone calls, but it's never been this intense.

Her pink fingernails grip onto the strap of your wallet, and it’s ripped from your grip with force. Next, it’s holding onto your chin, while the other is gripping onto the loose fabric of your night clothes, shoving you backward toward the dining table.

Each time you’re going to topple, or your ankle twists from the imbalance, her hands grip tighter, until eventually, the curve of your spine hits the thick, rough edge of the dining table.

That cocktail attire, the piece that clung to your frame so tightly, the one you were beginning to admire the way you looked in, was now fraying under her the dig of her nails. Now that she was towering over you, with your back laying on the dining table, the rip of the fabric comes quickly.

From midsection to thigh, there’s a large rip in it, revealing your bare body underneath. Your bra and panties provided little to no cover, and it didn’t last long.

Her tongue traced a circle around your belly button, until eventually, it was at the waistband of those panties. Valeria yanks them down, nibbling on your thighs until her mouth finds your core.

“Hijo de putas… can’t follow orders…” Her curses are muffled by the warmth of the flesh she’s licking on.

Any form of protest, or grunt from her roughness, and her stare hardens, only compelling more snarls to come from her plump lips. She will take her frustrations out one way or another—tonight you’re the target in her crosshairs.

“What if someone comes in?” Your voice comes out a murmur, as you’ve propped yourself up on your elbows, as if checking the mansion for any unwanted visitors.

“Then they’d be disobeying me.” Her voice is more hoarse now, but still soft around the edges. “That would be a mistake wouldn’t it?” Her question echoes through the large dining room, but she’s not talking about the guards; she’s talking about you. You disobeying her and facing the consequences.

When her men disobey, they end up with a bruised ego and a black eye, or worse. But you, you’ll forget your name by the time she’s done, without even finishing once.

You shake your head quickly, figuring you’ll take your chances with some aggressiveness over being teased for hours.

“Good.” Her response is simple, and she’s amused. She delves her tongue into your folds again, this time with a quicker pace. When you’ve writhed too much, or clenched your legs together around her head, one of her hands clamps down on a thigh, pinning it to the table.

Each whine, each reaction to her skillful mouth, is a climb to her ego. The unoccupied hand finds its way to your entrance. You’re slick enough—a mixture of her saliva and how her voice already had you dripping back at the restaurant.

The first finger glides in with ease, but you’ve tightened around her with each thrust of it. There’s nothing she enjoys more than how your back arches, how you can barely speak when her head is between your thighs.

Next, it’s her ring finger, successfully stretching you out. Her ability to multitask carries way beyond her work. She’s still swirling around your clit with the tip of her tongue, all while her two fingers have curled into a ‘come here’ motion deep inside you.

She’s satisfied you’ll stay where she wants you now. The dig of her fingertips releases, and now her thumb is in between your lips, giving you something to occupy your mouth with—something to drool and moan around.

Her tongue has pulled away, but her digits haven’t. Now she’s above you, using her knee to hold your legs open against the table. The centerpiece has tipped over in the process, but she’s paying it no mind.

Now that she’s at your eye level, she can watch as your lips wrap around her thumb, how your eyes are clenched shut one second and rolling back in the next. Every movement she’s making with her fingers causes a ripple of pleasure through you, only encouraging her to quicken her movements.

“Such a mess, hm?” Valeria chuckles, an amused grin spreading on her reddened lips. Now, the only sounds are your damped whimpers and the wetness coating her two fingers, sliding in and out continually until you’re trembling.

The torture drags on. Every time you feel the pleasure become too much like you’re going to finish, she slows down slightly, so it’s just enough to be stuck in purgatory.

Her thumb, now dripping with your own spit, slides out of your mouth with a moist pop. She wipes the saliva away on your cheek as if you were the bandana around her neck, but instead, it's your cheek she’s using to wipe the mess away.

Valeria’s no longer curling her fingers, only thrusting them in and out agonizingly. “Are you going to finish loud for me? Make a show of it?” Her brow is cocked, and she’s not going to proceed until you respond.

As soon as you’ve murmured a ‘yes’, she’s back on her game—harsher than before. Her fingers find your chin again, gripping it tightly to keep you still as her fingers begin to drill in and out, curling against your pulsing walls.

You can’t hold it much longer now, you never can when her trained fingers are this deep inside you. Despite how well you’ve been able to conceal your sounds before, now they’re bouncing off the walls, muttering small praises for how well she’s taking care of you.

She could take her hands away any second, and leave you a wet mess on the dining table, but she’s relishing the sight of you under her control too much—especially with her sour mood to fuel it.

Finally, the thrusts of her fingers have sent a spark from your core all the way up your spine, allowing your release from all the build-up. Her digging grip on your chin remains as you ride it out, and her fingers stay idle as the trembling subsides. She’s amused, very amused by this.

The pants had soon turned into deep breaths, ones where you were recovering from the high. Finally, she removes her fingers, this time wiping the aftermath off on her bandana instead of your cheek.

Now it’s playing with the frayed fabric of your gown. She was so blinded by anger before, she’d forgotten she nearly tore the whole piece off of you. To her, it was a small deduction from her riches—nearly nothing for her to replace.

Valeria leans down again, slowly pulling up the panties that were rolled to your mid-thigh; the one piece of clothing she hadn’t managed to ruin in her previous haste. Then, she returns above you again for one last tease.

She purrs into your ear, giving your exposed flesh one more glance before the pin of her knee is withdrawn. “You should see what’s going to happen to the other guy, amor.”

#mw2 #mw2 fanfic #valeria mw2 #valeria garza #el sin nombre #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader #call of duty #los vaqueros

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future projects.

back to the main masterlist

below you can find the stuff i am working on, in order of (hopeful) release date. i have a lot of simultaneous projects so these will be coming out slowly over the coming months. thank you for bearing with me ♡♡ you are shinier than a lilac bush full of fireflies and more precious than pocket-sized pegasuses.

i am hoping to be done with current works on the following timeline: windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ ~ june/july 2024 florescence ❀ ~ august/september 2024 cicatrix .��☁︎ :･꧂~ october 2024

may-june 2024

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. angst, comfort, & fluff | rocket & wanda | multipart headcanon | word count: 1,370. for @hibatasblog During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR

june-july 2024

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: pending. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor. can be read platonically or romantically.

WARNINGS: reader is experiencing abdominal pain attributed to hormonal/ovulation cycle. reader cries at one point.

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: TBD. rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. [preview]

july-august 2024

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ expansion: practice (day 9) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. providing more context and, uh, follow-up. title may change.

untitled Domestic Scenes in Space Travel finale. 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | length pending | word count: pending. The Nineteenth & Twentieth Visits. Series Finale. based on Guardians of the Galaxy (2019).

love is blind: andromeda 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 5 parts | word count: pending. rocket has broken out of twenty-three prisons. this one will be no different. slow burn + probable smut with feelings. mcu/comic medley (kinda au?)

september 2024

⭑.⋆๋࣭✪ hot local dads in your spaceport ✪⋆๋࣭ ⭑ undecided rating | no use of y/n | undecided reader | ?? | word count: pending. born of this statement i made ages ago and think about daily: daydreaming about quitting my job and running away to outer space. i’d live in a city in a giant floating skull and i’d run a street-food stall for the neighborhood. i’d teach the local sentient tree how to play stardew valley, and just fucken recklessly hit on his hot dad every chance i got

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ expansion: sunshine (day 15) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. after what was intended to be a one night stand, rocket & sunshine reader navigate the awkward aftermath of being new crewmates. oops.

october 2024

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | ?? | word count: pending. natasha romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the milano. First she demands that the remaining two guardians of the galaxy be reachable via a primitive terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. thank fuck she's hired a new assistant. mcu-based, slight au, begins five months post-snap; rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings.

#aspirations #rfh fanfic #future projects #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #gotg rocket #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket gotg #rocket raccoon x you #rfh masterlist

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Hello, Somewhat-a-tsundere anon here!

I read your matchup for me a few days ago and I haven’t been so excited for a while (I was kicking my bed lol). If it’s alright, I’d like to ask for another one please. A Genshin male again, of course.

Before that, here’s some more info about me:

-I have a very terrible sense of direction. Expect me to be in the middle of nowhere when the bathroom was on my left this whole time.

-I have anger issues sometimes.

-I forget things easily.

-I second guess everything, even something as simple as “Your room is on your left.”!

-I have to chew/bute in things randomly. I even do it subconsciously when I’m things.

-I can be a crybaby or very tough to break. No in between!

-I mostly do what my impulsive thoughts tell me to do. For example, kicking a wall.

-I have a lot of intrusive thoughts, but I rarely listen to them. Keyword: rarely.

-As I said from my previous ask, I’m very paranoid, even as a toddler. I can’t go somewhere without knowing the dangers and possible deaths of coming there.

-I can be overly confident or constantly insulting myself. At this rate, my level of confidence is riding on a rollercoaster.

Again, you are allowed to ignore this request. Thanks, Pillow!

From: Somewhat-a-tsundere anon.

P.S.: By being “somewhat a tsundere to praises/compliments”, I mean being cranky or I aggressively protest to them. It‘s not that I hate, I just don’t believe that I deserve them.

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏

Notes: Hi again Somewhat-a-tsundere anon! I’m actually so happy you requested another matchup from me. I apologize it took me so long to get to it, life really enjoys kicking my ass and then laughing at me when I struggle to stand. Alas, I digress. Hope you enjoy this one as much as the first one I did for you. If anyone else wants to request a matchup, or if you want to request another one Somewhat-a-tsundere anon, please do. Would be a much needed, loving way to direct my energy right now haha. With much love, Pillow ♡<3💕

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I match you with: Lyney

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You meet him randomly on the streets of Fontaine, performing magic tricks for a group of starstruck children.

When you first caught sight of his familiar attire and dazzling smile, you actually hid behind the nearest object you could find. It wasn’t out of fear, rather the opposite actually.

You were quite a fan of Lyney, so seeing him unexpectedly caused your heart to pound uncontrollably in your chest.

Once you calm yourself down and move out of cover, suddenly Lyney is at your side and plucking a rainbow rose from behind your ear.

You most definitely did not combust and die on the spot.

As the children across the street from the both of you ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’, Lyney took it upon himself to introduce himself to you despite being an infamous performer in Fontaine.

He had your heart in his hands the moment his hand gently took a hold of yours, lowering himself to press a charming kiss to the back of your hand.

It is known that Lyney can be quite the flirt, so although you were flattered you didn’t place much stock in his actions. Lucky, or unlucky, for you you’d wind up running into him many more times to come. Unfortunately the scenarios were less, um.. pleasant, than you’d prefer.

Whether it be redirecting you the the bathroom that was right across the street all along, helping you locate a cherished lost item of yours, diffusing a tense situation between you and a particularly loud and brash citizen, or helping you escape the authorities after you kicked a pole that crashed into a nearby stand, sending an entire shipment of new goods tumbling to the ground, Lyney has seen you at your ‘worst’ in many instances.

Yet, if anything, it only increased his interest in you.

Many, many things led to another that led to a loving relationship between you and Fontaine’s great magician.

You two have a lot of late night rendezvous, enjoying the calm you each bring as you stare into the vast night sky.

It didn’t take long for Lyney to catch onto your many insecurities; he picked up on your many self-deprecating comments and your ability to switch between displaying confidence that rivals his own to being your own biggest hater.

He doesn’t let that negatively impact his view of you, if anything it angers him deep down. He doesn’t know why you do it, and he isn’t angry at you per se, but the thought of other people being the cause of it makes him seethe in silence. He understands the hardships of life, and he only hopes you never have to experience even a fraction of the adverse experiences he's lived through. In a way, he can sort of relate to the way you can switch between being self confident to self depreciative.

Lyney loves learning and witnessing the various ways people can express themselves; it brings him joy to see others creating and bringing happiness to themselves as well as those around them. So, when he learns of your ability to play the flute, he’s akin to an eager puppy as he begs you to play something for him.

If When you finally break and play for him, he’s your most avid fan. It’s almost embarrassing how much he’s hyping you up as you start off playing a very simple tune to simply warm up.

One time Lyney stumbled upon you hunched over, asleep over a desk with an open book face down beside you. If only you could see his expression; you would see the embodiment of love within his gaze as he looks upon your sleeping figure. He curiously eyes the book resting by your head, swiftly picking it up as his eyes skim the page.

His expression swiftly morphs into one of absolute horror at the gruesome scene being skillfully portrayed on the page before him.

He blinks owlishly before gently setting the book down once more, awkwardly coughing into his fist before he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your cute nose.

He makes a mental note to never piss you off.

You both rope each other into shenanigans that often involve you running away or hiding out in an obscure alcove as the sound of pounding footsteps slowly fade in the distance. It’s never anything serious that can actually harm or hurt another’s feelings, but silly things that may have upset a particularly uptight individual. In one instance, you both had the surprising assistance of Clorinde as she directed the angry individual in the opposite direction the two of you had run off. She turned around to wink at the two of you before she continued on her way, causing the both of you to burst into a fit of giggles at her unforeseen show playfulness.

Lyney has surprised you on many occasions with sweet gifts and meaningful outings together, but little did he know you harbored similar sentiments in regard to being a hopeless romantic.

To this day, the memory of Lyney’s adorable expression of surprise is etched in your mind, the reason for it being you had gone out of your way to make a bouquet of flowers to give to him after one of his performances.

You two are either complete menaces together, or one of you is bailing out the other for a genuine slip up that led to a series of very unfortunate (albeit very funny) events.

It’s a known fact that Lyney’s smile shines brighter than a burning supernova when he’s around you, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t show you how much he adores you every precious day he gets to spend with you ಇ.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:𖦹･✮

Your mouth is agape as you gingerly hold a small piece of paper in your hands. Lyney has been absent for a few days, sent on a mission by his Father.

Yet here lies an intricately signed letter, littered with pressed flowers and surprisingly beautiful handwriting. You’re sure Lyney took painstaking time to learn to write like this; it warms your heart, an abrupt giggle leaving your lips as your eyes eagerly read the deliberately charming words.

At the end of the letter is his declaration that he’ll be home in your arms before you know it, and signed at the bottom in beautiful penmanship is his name followed by a silly, messy drawing of himself bowing on one knee.

I love you. I will return to your side promptly, my enchanting angel…

Under the beautifully written words is a small note in Lyney’s typical handwriting, which reads:

𝘗.𝘚.: 𝘛��𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ❤︎

To say your head whips around is an understatement; you’re genuinely surprised you didn’t give yourself mild whiplash with the action.

There, standing before you with a stupid, silly grin on his face is none other than your sentimental boyfriend.

His arms are extended, accompanied by his sappy expression.

You waste no time jumping in his arms, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms squeeze you close to him. It’s almost too tight; which makes it perfect.

“I’ve missed seeing that stupid look on your face.” Your muffled words elicit raucous laughter from Lyney. “Ah, there’s that brutal honesty I missed.” You can’t tell if he’s being genuine or not, but if his feverish lips pressing heart fluttering kisses to your skin is any indication, then you have nothing to worry about.

“Wanna go watch a movie together as we give each other our usual updates?” Lyney refuses to let you go, nodding against your skin as he easily lifts you into his arms. You squeal, as you cling to Lyney.

“Geez, you’ve only been gone a few days. What would you do if you had to be gone for longer?” You mutter the words under your breath, attempting to mask the quiver of your lips and the flapping of wings as your heart soars from your chest into the palm of his hands.

“Oh? What would I do? Hm… spoil you upon my return of course. My entrance would be even more grand than the previous one, if only to see that awestruck look on your face again.” You gawk at him, face flushed with a smitten look upon your face.

He sticks his tongue out at you as his winks, gently setting you down beside him as he picks a random movie to put on. His eyes remain fixed on you throughout the movie as you two update each other on the things you’ve been up to while the other was gone, something you two do at the end of each week.

You are lost in each other; the world around you disappears, if only to witness the magic of the invaluable bond you share.

Dedicated to,

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ somewhat a tsundere anon ⁺˚⋆｡

#pillow'slovelyanon's<3 #Somewhat-a-tsundere anon #soothingmatchupsforthesoul #super proud of this one

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