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niko-ash · 8 months

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Hc- Breakup songs

Summary: Your relationship was more than private, the world never knew you were in a relationship until you released your newest breakup song.

Pop star!reader au, Bonten Timeline

Warnings: mentions of drug use, cheating, miscarriage. Angst is you squint really hard.

Ran- bitter ft Trevor Daniel

“So the second verse that Trevor sings is actually the exact text message I got from my ex a bout a month after our split. I sent it to Trevor while we were working on the song and that’s really how his verse came to be.”

“Are parts of you still bitter about the break up?” The interviewer asked holding the mic back out to you. Your hands fiddled with the black sheer bodysuit as you thought about your answer. Normally you loved backstage interviews before award show performances but tonight felt different.

“I feel like some parts are still healing and knowing that he’s been moving on does hurt sometimes.” Your manager queued through your ear piece that you needed to be on stage in five minutes.

“Well thank you so much for stopping to talk with us tonight, we can’t wait to see you and Trevor perform your new song!” The world would be watching your performance tonight and little did you know he would be too, against his new girls wishes of course.

Rindou- escapism

Three years down the drain, three years of giving everything and he still left. Last night replayed in your mind over and over while your friends did lines in the back of the club. He gave you no reason other than he didn’t feel that way about you anymore. You stared at the letter R inked in red on your left ring finger, the same place he had your initial on him. You downed the last of your champagne and headed to the dance floor, your short bodycon dress ride up almost enough to leave nothing to the imagination. You could already see the headlines in mind, what paparazzi would say. ‘Princess of Pop music (Y/n) seen leaving Tokyo club with a new man.’ You knew he wouldn’t see the headline, but you didn’t care. You just never wanted to feel like you did last night when the world came crashing down.

The following morning you woke up in a strangers bed. They were nothing less than attractive but they weren’t him. Your manager had been blowing up your phone as you gathered your clothes and made a break for it before the person next to you woke up. In the mid morning walk of shame to your drivers car, the creativity hit you. You wasted no time getting to the studio and were thankful for the full bathroom and a change of comfortable clothes.

Despite knowing the song is about him, rindou still insisted on playing it in his clubs every night. He knows he messed up, he saw the magazines and trending hashtags about you. He stared at the ring in the little black box, he wanted to marry you but with bonten becoming what it was that just wasn’t possible.

Mochi- midnight rain

“So the song is about my most recent ex who I was in a long term relationship with for the past five years. We had discussed marriage and our relationship many times and I was either never ready to fully settle down or something came up that didn’t allow me to further our relationship. I really love him and I hope for the best for him. He’s truly an amazing man and someone’s going to be beyond lucky to say “I do” with him one day.”

“Now have you ended things on okay terms?” The women asked you. The radio studio you sat in was quite comfortable compared to the past ones you’d been in. Memories of you and Mochi played in your head. Cold winter mornings laying in bed. Hot summer nights when you couldn’t get enough of each other.

“I think we ended on as okay terms as we possibly could. I imagine he thinks I’m a bitch and I don’t blame him for that. At the end of the day we saw our lives going in different directions. It was the least selfish options for both of us.” He watched the interview on the computer in his office, he understood why you couldn’t marry him. He was grateful that you still spoke so highly of him.

“This might be a bit of a reach but it seems like you still have some lingering feelings.” Your face dropped a little at the interviewers comment.

“Yeah, I’m still very much in love with him.” He was also very much in love with you. Just two people madly, deeply in love with someone they can’t have.

Takeomi- hurts like hell

“I don’t want to know who she is.” You rubbed your temples. You had known for sometime that your husband had been cheating, you just didn’t have solid evidence. You were more irritated that he interrupted your work to tell you that he’s leaving you. Sure you wanted to cry but you would never let him have the satisfaction of seeing you like that. You didn’t wait for him to leave instead you walked out of your in-home studio to your bedroom. He didn’t bother to follow you, he didn’t give any explanation just did what he said he would do; leave. You made a few phone calls and within the hour you had changed the locks, listed several of your vacation homes for sale and went straight to cry in the shower. It hurt like hell, you didn’t understand why he did it.

It didn’t take long for outlets like TMZ to notice your wedding band missing. Word spread that you and your mysterious spouse were rumored to be divorced. You kept yourself busy and distracted until your grief turned into anger and you finally wrote your newest single. Takeomi wasn’t the only to hear it on the radio or Spotify playlists. But now those who knew about your relationship all knew what he had done. The harassment from his younger brother was nothing new but now it had been taken to a whole other level. The girl he left you for was no longer with him. She cheated on him not long after the divorce was finalized. You were younger than your ex husband but that did not make you naive enough to reignite your relationship when he enviably came crawling back. You were finally moving on and it brought nothing less than happiness to see him suffering after what he put you through. You guess he should’ve known that how you get them is how you lose them.

Mikey- flowers

“And thats a wrap!” The director yelled. You ran to hug your manager for all the hard work she does. Within the next few days you were watching the video back and you could honestly say it was the most fun you’ve had on set in a while. You filmed it entirely in the house you and your now ex fiancé once shared. He was out of town and was unaware that you were doing more than stopping by to pick up the rest of your things. You couldn’t figure out exactly when the love faded from your relationship. Maybe it was when you won your first Grammy last year. Maybe it was when Bonten struck a million dollar deal for exports and dealings.

You watched yourself dance around the house you once called a home in his favorite lingerie. Your mother once told you that the day he loves you the most is the day you will feel nothing for him at all. She had been right, the relationship grew so toxic. In all honesty you hadn’t wanted to leave him, you wanted to fight for the small spark that desperately clung to life. The breaking point came when you saw him going out of town for business the week of your two year anniversary. You understood that you were both extremely busy but it felt like you were the only one trying in your relationship anymore. You had left long before he got home that day to find your two million dollar engagement ring back in its box on the bed you once shared. He didn’t reach out, he fully understood. You had finally broken, you weren’t coming back.

Just hours after the music video was released a knock on the door of your new penthouse startled you. There was no one through the peephole so when you opened the door to find a giant bouquet of a hundred red roses and your favorite takeout. There was no note but you didn’t need a note to know exactly who they were from. You hadn’t blocked him on any social media but you felt like this, just like your relationship, was a private matter. You chose to simply send a picture of the flowers and take out on your kitchen table with a quick text to him that said thank you.

Mikey stared at the message, he had no intention of replying. There was nothing left to say, he messed up but he was still proud of you and your career. Proud that you put yourself first.

Kakucho- Angels like you

“This next song is the last one for tonight.” The crowd had mixed reactions to the devastating reality that your concert was coming to an end. “I know! I know! But this is an upcoming release called Angels Like You. I hope you guys enjoy it.” Kakucho sat in his private room at the stadium you had successfully sold out in less than ten minutes. The Haitani brothers lounging in the room with him as he listened. You weren’t playing the victim, the lyrics said just as much. You were fully taking all the blame for everything wrong with your relationship. You had no idea he was there but he was more than happy to keep supporting you. He knew you were wrong for each other but he couldn’t help clinging onto the small chance that he was wrong.

Your relationship had never been public knowledge, you knew that everything with him it needed to be private and kept away from the wondering eyes of the public. You knew about his job and what he did. You even had a small letter K tattooed behind your ear. But at the end of the day you had been the problem in the relationship, your ex before Kakucho had done a number on you. He made you beyond insecure, so when you met Kakucho and we’re being treated like the princess he sees you as you almost had a panic attack. But those unresolved self-issues started to shine through three months into your new relationship. Unfortunately, he still stayed but you couldn’t keep letting your problems destroy him. He was truly too good for this world in your eyes.

Sanzu- you should be sad

“Hi, I’m (y/n) welcome to my home!” You spoke softly to the host with his camera crew. You and your band were being featured guest on a streaming segment called ‘Live sessions from home’ where you got to perform several acoustic versions of some of your songs. The three songs you had chosen were from your newest album called Manic. You started off the session with an interview followed by your newest songs Without Me, 3am and You should be sad. The interview itself consisted of background knowledge of the songs themselves such as the inspiration behind them. “So the inspiration for Without Me and You should be Sad are based on the same person. An ex that I recently ended my relationship with. The songs themselves are a back to back response to the same breakup. I really indulged into a more personal look of life in You Should be Sad though. It was really nice to be able to be that vulnerable.

“Can you tell us a little more about the line ‘I’m so glad I never ever had a baby with you,’?” He asked softly.

“That line was the hardest to write actually. I found out about a month and a half before we broke up that I was pregnant. We weren’t planning it, it just happened but unfortunately I had a miscarriage…” You trailed off trying desperately to keep your composure and not cry on camera. Truth is Sanzu wasn’t prepared to be a parent, he can’t love anything unless there’s something in it for him.

Kokonoi- 7 rings

“You know calling her a gold digger is kinda funny since her net worth skyrocketed 20 million above you the second she released her new song.” Takeomi yelled as loud as he could over your new music that Rindou, Sanzu and Ran were blasting through the building. Sanzu had made it a point to twerk on the table in their meeting room.

“I SEE IT I LIKE IT I WANT IT I GOT IT!” The three men yelled. Koko was anything but amused, arms folded across his chest as he glared at the three. He hadn’t meant to let the words slip during the argument but it just happened. He had called you a gold digger and he himself was confused as to why. You had never asked him for anything, you spoiled each other equally, paid for things equally despite him protesting that he never wanted you to pay for anything. He never thought once that you would actually leave him for saying something stupid like that. An argument that started out by you simply asking if him if he wanted to go look at apartments together. Neither of you knew how it escalated to the point of breaking up weeks after deciding you wanted to live together.

Your new album was being released later this week and the argument gave you the final touch to it for one of your biggest hits. In fact the entire album was about Koko, specially your song Imagine. You had written both after the breakup and they were both paying off. 7 Rings was everywhere he went, every club, every store. He couldn’t escape the guilt he felt every-time he heard your voice. He looked over the necklaces in front of him. Diamond, emeralds, and rubies. But the sapphires are what caught his eye. Twenty thousand dollars later he was on his way to apologize. He was still dressed in his suit from work.

He debated turning around and running back to his car when the door swung open. There you were, stunning as you always were in his eyes.

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fangbangerghoul · 6 months

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Get 'Em Cowboy

Chapter 5 of Fleeting Pleasures (aka Stages of Me): Ao3(comments and kudos are appreciated) It's been two months since Ghoul's crew members have seen her in person. What lengths will Sam and Andreja go to, to find their captain? What has Delgado found out about his Fleet members? Minors DNI, 18+/TW: Violence, cursing, mental health struggles I appreciate all the love and support that is poured into this fic! A big shout out to @thatsgoodsquishy0 and @spookyspecterino for being amazing and helping me out when I was lost with it! Fleeting Pleasures (aka The Stages of Me): Link

Chapter 5: Get 'Em Cowboy

The cockpit of the ship was dark and the space felt so hollow and alone. It had been several weeks since either Sam or Andreja had heard or seen from their Captain and at this point it was becoming easier to assume the worst. Sam didn’t want to succumb to those thoughts even as he jumped from star system to star system. He was following various leads of Crimson Fleet activity with no evidence that suggested anything positive. They still had yet to find the coordinates to The Crimson Fleet’s main base of operations and even if they did, Sam knew it would be a suicide mission. Hell, he even showed up at UC SysDef to see if they would assist in their searches but just like the rest of the UC those corporate funded dogs didn’t give a shit about anything other than the possibility of losing money and blowing cover. That day was a catalyst for Sam’s current mental state, as the UC Marines dragged him out kicking and shouting at those pigs for them to do something, anything for Ghoul. She didn’t have to agree to help them out but she did and this was how they were going to repay her?

Sam finished another drink and threw the glass bottle into the pile of bottles and wrappers that had collected in the corner. He practically lived in the cockpit of the ship and only left when he was going to check out another abandoned ship or mine, or had to go to the bathroom. There had been several nights where he woke up in the captain’s chair with a stiff neck and a migraine from the hangover of the previous night. His head was a swarm of thoughts and emotions that ranged from anger, guilt, sorrow, and frustration. Sam knew before she even left their ship, he should have stopped her. He knew and felt it through his entire being but he just took a step back. The whole ploy by that murderous bastard was a trap and Sam just fucking despised not speaking his mind when he had the chance. Delgado probably had her murdered on the spot once he figured out who she was really working for. Sam vowed to himself that he would never let that man live a day of peace in his life if Delgado harmed her in any way. He had taken the time to read up on some of the files Ghoul had left behind in her locker so he knew more about the leader and ranking in Crimson Fleet than he ever wanted too. Delgado was a bastard from a rich family that decided that wasn’t enough and now is left unchecked in the settled system, thinking he can be a ‘king’.

Sam would never admit to getting into Ghoul’s locker but he knew her passcode from his eyes, always drifting their way onto her while she’s around him. Some of those moments were when she would visit the Galaticat she had found and for some reason hid in her captain’s locker. He remembered when they were searching for clues for a piece of the Artifact and she thought she was being sneaky after finding the toy cat and taking it back to the ship. The way she looked at it tugged at something in his chest to watch someone so hard on the exterior be frozen at the sight of something soft like a Galacticat. The bombardment of thoughts and memories started to make his temple pound and he brought his hands up to start relieving some of the tension in his face.

“Any other leads?” Andreja’s voice came from the dark hallway that connected the ship to the cockpit. She had insisted in staying with Sam as he traveled looking for Ghoul. Her reasoning was logical and if anything, he knew he needed someone with him so he didn’t lose himself in his anger. There were a few moments where he was unhinged and ruthless to the one’s he left alive to interrogate, and occasionally it would throw him back into the dark and murky headspace of when he still was a Freestar Ranger.

“No.” His response was short, hoarse, with a tinge of disappointment. He leaned his body back into the chair and continued to rub his temples, his beard, his jaw anything to help himself soothe the dark pool of emotions that threatened his current mentality. Sam knew things were bad for him, maybe worse than they had been in awhile and it was one of the main reasons he ultimately decided to leave Cora with Sarah. That day he had to finally admit to Cora that something was really amiss with their captain; it tore him apart even further. The look of betrayal and worry on the face of his sweet daughter’s face summoned a deep well of guilt, then having to leave Cora anywhere was never in normal circumstances, on the table. His guilt and anger fueled him to chase down every Crimson Fleet pirate and gun them down for answers and revenge for just existing. It wasn’t safe for Cora to be near him like this and every passing day he knew eventually the time would come where he would be backed into a corner that had no exit.

“Have you heard from Vlad for any more leads? Or even any of your old contacts at The Rock-.”

“No, Andreja.” His tone was sharp as a blade and Andreja stood there with him in silence watching his grimace expression. She found herself staring out at the stars out of the cockpit's view because she was never sure what to say to him when the pain was written on his face. He was not alone; she was struggling with the thought that she may have lost one of her closest companions too. The only time she ever felt any type of relief was when she was forcing herself to train harder than her body wanted or when she was with Sam in the mines bashing pirates faces in. Andreja always had feared that type of pain that loss brought and it was one of the many reasons she never opened up to others often and here the fear was staring back at her. In the beginning she refused to even entertain the thought. Her captain was strong, confident, even a little eccentric sometimes and if she were to be backed in a corner, Ghoul would find a way out. Or so Andreja thought till the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into two months.

Sam saw the void in her eyes that he knew was a mirror within his own. Their lives had felt less joyous with the knowledge that one of their own was still out there and without aid. There was a small beep at the console and on the screen appeared another set of coordinates from an old contact on a location to meet up. Sam didn’t say a word as he entered the coordinates and began the grav jump process to another star system. He was not looking forward to being reunited with some of the people he used to work alongside of and it was something he never thought in a million ages he would have to do.

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“What do you mean?” Delgado hissed for clarification as his second in command and her companion showed him the list of recently deceased. Someone was going around The Settled Systems and taking out his fleet one by one and it was obviously not a team from the UC. It was too messy, too thorough. He could feel his jaw tighten and teeth clench from being wound up in frustration.

“Exactly what we said Del. Either someone is a fucking selling us out or we have another faction to worry about. All of these deaths have happened in the last two months that is an abnormal coincident even for some of the fucking idiots we have.” Naeva was just as infuriated and the way her hand ran through her hair demonstrated that. Delgado was brainstorming all of the possibilities; was this a full-on onslaught or if there was someone within the ranks selling out their members? He went to great lengths to vet the people who joined his fleet by setting up trials to test that those he recruited were fierce, loyal, and among the strongest. If this was from within his ranks, he would have to start making examples out of them. They knew all he asked for was loyalty and if that loyalty wasn’t received then they could find the cold embrace of death awaiting them.

“Where were the last ships that were destroyed?” He demanded to know as his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table. Delgado’s mind was torn between the problem that was presented to him and the feeling of his attempted murderer’s body against him. He was still extremely frustrated from being interrupted by Jazz during those last few moments. The fierceness within that recruit’s eye’s reminded him of a feral trapped animal, it was definitely how she fought within the caged matches they held for entertainment. That untamed energy that exuded out of her is what caught his eye the very first time he saw her and what made him wait to see what she would decide to do when her cold blade was pressed firmly against his throat. It was a smart move on her part, catching him when they were alone and vulnerable. She was not someone to underestimate and the challenge she presented in Delgado’s eyes was something that excited him. He couldn't tell within her intense stare what overwhelmed her more, the thought of a hardened past or the possibility of an uncaged future. Delgado found himself scratching at his mustache and then pushing back his dark shaggy hair. His hair was normally well kept but the Rook’s fingers had ruffled it in their moment of passion. As he watched, she released her inhibitions. She did it with such an immediate, passionate, desperation that the thought of witnessing that release sent unfamiliar shivers against his skin.

“Volii.” Jazz responded as she pulled up the latest report she put together on her tablet. Her and Naeva had used all of their contacts to trace every single member that had been murdered recently. Her face had smudges of oil and dirt from working around the Key and its starships that day.

“Volii?” Delgado knew that Neon was within that system but it was rare he ever had to worry about the factions out there aside from the Freestar Rangers. He knew for a fact the destruction caused to his fleet wasn’t done by the hands of the UC but there was a possibility that the Ranger’s had their filthy hands meddled in this. He felt his nostril flare as if he was breathing out fire in anger. It was hard to keep himself calm when it came to the members of his fleet, they were the closest thing he had to family and he wanted nothing more than to lead them to a future where they dominated without the worry of being hunted.

“There have been whispers that it could be an ex-Ranger that is doing all of this.” Naeva said softly, unsure if she should even bring it up. “We don’t have anything concrete yet but someone with the name of Coe has been named for poking his nose around in the business of our fleet.”

“Coe?!” Delgado was taken aback at the sound of the name. That particular name he hadn’t been reminded of in many years and it brought back thoughts of the sand dusted streets of his hometown. A place that worshiped the surname Coe.

“An ex-ranger you say?” He closed his eyes momentarily and tried to breathe. Naeva and Jazz were the only two he attempted to control his temper around only for the fact that in the case of an argument they were always louder. It would give him a migraine and sour his mood more than it already has been with this new knowledge. A Coe who’s also an ex-ranger was trying to take down his fleet one member at a time. Delgado didn’t give a shit what the reason might be for this in the end he needed retribution for the moral of his fleet and because no one fucks with the King of the Crimson Fleet. “Track this man down and stay low profile. I want to take his head off myself. That motherfucker will regret the day he decided to fuck the fleet and get away with it.”

“Delgado!” A rugged voice yelled after someone yet again walked into his private lounge without permission. The flagrant hair for a pirate and unnerving sound of his voice gave the culprit away before Delgado’s eyes were even on him. Instead of acknowledging the dimwit he snapped his fingers and the men who were at the table in the corner playing cards immediately scooped him up and started to drag Mathis out.

“Wa-Wait! I ran to tell you-.” Mathis shouted out as he struggled with getting free of Delgado’s personal dogs. They held him tight and were about to throw him out completely but Mathis managed to turn his head one more time to shout again. “There’s a huge brawl in The Last Nova because Ghoul-.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Naeva growled at the information and stood up with fierce conviction. “I know they aren’t destroying my motherfucking bar.” She cocked her gun and started out the door.

“Naeva, where the fuck do you think you are going?” Delgado demanded but she ran out with her braids whipping the back of her head as she turned around the corner. Jazz didn’t wait to see what Del’s reaction was and followed her partner in case she needed help. He held up his hand to signal his men to let Mathis breathe so the invalid could speak.

“Without being an annoying idiot, tell me what is happening, and quickly or I will break your neck.” Del flashed his teeth that looked as sharp as fangs to Mathis in warning.

“Uh, yeah, um.” Mathis was trembling a bit with sweat beading down his brow from the run he just did to make it here. He looked unsure of himself and Delgado was one second away from getting up and bashing the man’s skull in himself.

“Ghoul! She attacked another member of the fleet. Unprovoked. She just decided to start assaulting other members and last I checked that’s a sure way to get you killed.” There was a small gulp that came from Mathis as he vomited the words to Delgado. The man appeared to shrink as the intensity of anger from Delgado’s eyes burned themselves into Mathis. The anger radiated off of Delgado and spilled into the room, causing the air around the others to feel dry and suffocating.

“The Rook did what?” His voice was eerily calm and his lips pressed into a thin line. Delgado stood up and walked directly to Mathis while not breaking eye contact. He motioned the two men that once held Mathis to lead the way to the bar. Delgado straightened his hair out and then waited for Mathis to move ahead but the dumb recruit was staring at him like a small prey would a predator.

“Let’s go and I hope for your sake you are being an honest man for once in your life, Mathis.” The threat was enunciated clearly so there would not be any misunderstanding between Delgado and Mathis before they continued on. There was a calm rage that engulfed Delgado’s body from the actions of this headstrong recruit on the loose. Who already had tried to kill him but now was going around trying to slaughter other members and for what? One of two things were true about her; either she is really brave or is very brazen and miscalculated her true skillset. There was something about both of those options that tugged a smile out of him even if he was ready to throw her out a damn airlock.

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The rain was pounding on top of the brown adventurer's hat Sam wore as he walked to the security post in front of the entrance of Neon City. There were puddles around him that reflected the bright fluorescent signs that glittered the outside of the crowded city. On the surface they were colorful and fun to any newcomer but Sam knew the truth behind the illusion from past experience. The cowboy preferred to never come back under any circumstances but this was urgent, desperate even. This was the means to an end.

He tried to push his way through the entrance but a security guard caught him by his arm, stalling him. Sam’s brow scrunched up and his eyes narrowed at the hand that stopped him in his tracks. He didn’t have time for their nonsense nor was he interested in their games.

“State your business.” The guard commanded as she loosened her grip on Sam. Sam whipped his arms out to force her to give him more personal space before he tried to wipe off her invasive touch. His boot was uncontrollably tapping and he felt his body grow rigid and tense from being at a standstill.

“Freestar Ranger, need to know basis.” Sam had pulled out his old Ranger badge from his back pocket. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to use it at all but he knew if he wanted the information he was after it would be easier to pretend he was still enlisted. The guard’s suspicious gaze shifted between Sam’s face and his badge before reluctantly giving him the motion to pass. Sam didn’t wait for reassurance and continued into the lift that led him into the Neon Core section of the city.

He pushed his way through the crowd once he stepped off the elevator and headed straight for the Freestar Ranger’s office. Sam could feel every muscle in his body screaming to head back into the stars and find more Crimson Fleet ships to raid but in order to do this while also finding a substantial lead he needed to visit the Neon Core office. Regretfully, he had contacted the last person in the Settled Systems he would ever want to ask a favor from to gather this intel and he was ready to grab it and leave. Lillian promised this was the information he wanted after hearing he was on a rampage looking for his ‘ex-girlfriend’ as she said it with a tone of jealousy. He was beyond his wits end when she had made that snide comment and lashed into her with all of the resentment and anger he had bottled up over the years. Cora wasn’t around to hear their argument and that made it all the more satisfying. She tried to withdraw her assistance after the remarks he made but thankfully he still had a favor left with Marshall and played his hand well. Now he just had to deal with her partner who worked with her at the Neon office and that was something else he didn’t feel like he had time for. Sam made it to the office and hurriedly pushed through the doors to find Jaylen.

“Y’know this office isn’t open to the pu-.” Jaylen’s drawl was interrupted when he saw it was Sam who walked in and his face soured. “Oh, it’s you. She said you’d come by.”

Sam was standing in the office, his leather coat and hat dripping from the rain that poured onto him when he was outside. Even practically running through the crowd didn’t dry him off and his soaked clothes started to leave a little puddle underneath him.

“Where’s the information?” Sam bit his cheek to refrain from saying anything else that could draw out the conversation longer than it needed to be. It felt like his soul was yanking him in one direction while his mind had to use an extreme amount of force to keep him in the now.

“You really are a piece of work.” Jaylen huffed. “Leaving the Rangers for your little science club and now using our intel to find your pirate girlfriend is laughable at most.”

Sam ran up to the counter to grab the collar of Jaylen’s shirt. The force of this maneuver almost pulled Jaylen to the other side of the counter and Jaylen’s eyes were wide with surprise from the immediate aggression Sam displayed.

“Where is the information?” Sam growled no longer wanting to entertain the asshole he held in front of him. Not only did Jaylen just insult his captain but he brought up a topic he had no business speaking about and that was almost enough to make Sam knock his teeth out. His nostrils flared but his face was stern and calm on the outside.

“Let go of me fucker.” Jaylen pushed him off after he regained his senses from the surprise attack. He pulled out a slate from under the counter and held it up to show the angry cowboy that it was right here. Sam did not ask any further questions and swiped it from his hand before he turned to leave.

“No wonder Lillian and your girlfriend both left your ass.” Jaylen sneered as he walked out. There was a brief second Sam stopped at the door and turned to look back at the Ranger that stood proudly behind the counter. If it hadn’t already been months of searching, he would have spent the time to deal with Jaylen’s insults, the way only Akila men knew how, but for now he continued forward after convincing himself it was better to head straight to Longsword. He finally had the information he needed.

It was quicker to head back to the ship than it was to enter the city and as soon as he boarded onto the ship Sam made a line straight for the cockpit to access the navigational terminal. Andreja had asked for him to wait for her before making the next call but Sam couldn’t sit in one spot any longer. He knew Ghoul was out there somewhere and he knew once he found her nothing would stop him from reaching out to her. The memory of the feeling of her face against his before she left the last time was bittersweet. He had too many arguments with her prior and that one moment of peace was worth every last one of them. He loathed himself for letting her go aboard that ship but he knew, even if it was the last thing he did, he’d bring her home.

Sam plugged the slate into the navigational table, drumming his fingers in impatience while the coordinates loaded. When it finished it showed a location in the Narion system which wasn’t too far from Neon. His eyes scanned over every possible piece of information that was available on the file. The slate contained details about the next possible hit from the Crimson Fleet based on information from the Ranger’s protected contacts. The Fleet was becoming antsy about the recent attacks so they were starting to travel in bigger numbers and in addition needed more medical supplies. The Freestar Rangers are led to believe that there will be a few members sent looking to make a deal with one of the doctors at The Clinic for those supplies. There were also two odd names mentioned with another hit they expected down the road but there were no real details. Sam pushed his wet hat off of his head as he ran his hand through his hair with a large sigh. This was a lead but he was worried who their protected contacts could have been. The names were blacked out so there was no way to tell who they could have been based on this slate alone and he didn’t have the time to search for any further information.

Sam threw his slopping coat onto the other chair and threw himself into the captain’s chair to begin putting in the coordinates for a moon called Grimsley. The moon was not far from The Clinic itself and it would give him enough space to trail whatever Crimson Fleet ship appeared to make this assumed deal. There was a part of him that doubted the information and it pestered him in the back of his mind that he was missing something vital. He rolled up the cream sleeves of his damp sweater and began to copy the information within the slate to send to Vlad. If anyone were to catch something from this information that was Crimson Fleet related it would be Vlad. Sam just hoped the man wasn’t too lost in the stars.

The work Ghoul used to do with Sam and Andreja was delegated to the other members of the Constellation as evenly as possible. Since Sarah and Cora were on The Eye with Vlad his job was a little less time consuming than it used to be when he was by himself. Because of this, Vlad was more willing to send whatever leads he could remember about the Crimson Fleet but he refused to give the coordinates to The Key. Whenever Sam would try to pry the information out of Vlad, the ex-pirate would reiterate how if he really wanted to see their friend again, he wouldn’t run off into a suicide mission.

Sam's thoughts were interrupted by Andreja's careless steps as she entered the cockpit. She was hunched over, panting. The excessive strain of her workouts seemed to deprive her of her basic needs; sleep, hunger, and rest. Her consistent training revealed a disheveled version of her no one had ever really seen before. The sight of his friend worried him but he didn’t have much room to talk. They both were doing their best to conceal the truth of their current state from the other Constellation members, at least until they were close enough to retrieve their captain.

“Did you get the information?” She asked in strain as she rested her body on the passenger chair before sitting in it completely. Her body seemed to quiver and Sam gave her a second quick glance in fear she was about to pass out where she was. She noticed his concern and shook her head to dismiss his worries.

“Yes, waiting on a response from Vlad.” He was still sitting in the captain’s chair but he managed to lean far enough over to grab one of his warm beers from the corner behind him. He popped it open with the back of his pistol and immediately threw it back to ease the need to rush. To rush in and tear the heads off of anyone with a Crimson Fleet symbol strapped on their personhood till he found the scum that would actually give him information. His knee was bouncing and his foot was tapping like the energy within him was about to explode outward.

“For what?” Andreja asked with a bit of an impatient tone. She may have looked worn out but her eyes were fierce with the same impatience Sam felt. Andreja was ready to get back out there and find more skulls to crush in order to get back to their captain.

“The slate. It feels like there is information missing.” Sam said with a displeased look. The thought was eating him up as he continued to read the slate over and over again.

“Let me see.” Andreja reached out and grabbed it from the navigational terminal that was part of the console. She made no attempt to remind or ask him to move and instead just pushed him slightly out of the way with her shoulder. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight so he ignored her bluntness. It was at least a reminder of the old Andreja. Her eyes moved left to right quickly as she read over the information herself but in the end, she was at as much of a loss as he was.

“It is written too plainly. Some of these words also do not seem to fit.” She murmured reading it over again. Sam could see the gears in her brain firing away now that she had something else to concentrate on. It wasn’t long after that he heard a few sounds come from the console and it was finally a response from Vlad.

‘Nosy Boraha and Tortuga are both names of Old Earth islands. They are mentioned in between mission details most likely for being references for who will be on the job. Back in my day we only reserved those types of names for important members; they had higher bounties. Hopefully that helps. Be careful and catch a smile out there.’ - Vlad

“They are code names.” Andreja said, looking over Sam’s shoulder and he let out a sigh.

“It explains some of it.” He said softly and something Jaylen said earlier creeped into his mind, ‘your pirate girlfriend’. Sam assumed it was just an unnecessary low blow but how would he have known she was supposed to be undercover? No one knew except the UC SysDef and Constellation. Unless he didn’t know and she was really out there still undercover. Still alive. Either of these island names could be her. Andreja took notice of the shift in Sam and she was about to ask him something but he forced himself out of his train of thought.

“This is the lead.” Sam said with a tinge of hope in his voice and a bit of light in his eyes that had returned for the moment. “We need to go. Now.” He didn’t give Andreja any time to ask questions or process what he could have possibly meant before he was setting the course for Grimsley.

-x-

They wasted no time in heading straight for the moon named Grimsley. They agreed on a position and turned on their upgraded scanner that was better at detecting if new ships came within the area they were in or The Clinic’s.

“How long do you think we are going to have to wait?” Andreja asked softly as she stared out into the stars with Sam. They were both focused on what was ahead of them.

“As long as it takes, unfortunately.”

“What were you thinking earlier?”

“What?” Sam asked, puzzled as the question.

“You made a face as if you knew something. What was it?” Her eyes gazed into his, challenging him to try to lie and letting him know she would know if he did.

“The Neon contact.” Sam sighed heavily thinking about what he would do the next time he saw his face again. “Said something to me that didn’t make sense but I brushed it off thinking he was just trying to get under my skin for Lillian.”

“Did he get under your skin?” Not the follow up question he expected and it showed on his face.

“Perhaps.”

“What was it?”

“Your pirate girlfriend” Sam murmured unwillingly and with slight anger as he looked away from Andreja’s gaze.

“Pirate…girlfriend?” Andreja repeated back to herself. “Does that mean…?”

“It could mean a lot of things but one thing that is certain is that no one but us and UC knew she was undercover. But somehow that fucker knew of her being in the Fleet.”

“Ghoul’s alive then” Andreja said as if a huge pressure on her chest had been lifted.

“For how much longer?” Sam snapped the anger mostly for himself. “If she is known as a pirate now and the wind catches that we are out here looking for her it could get her killed.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a series of beeps and low voices that came from the comms on the console of the ship. They had a system in place that was set up to listen on the incomings and outgoings of ship activity there. There was a ship that had just briefly docked onto The Clinic with an unregistered identification as if they had received a delivery.

“Time to take a peek.” He said out loud while he slowly put more power back into the engine and thrusters to get closer. Once they drifted close enough, they scanned the ship one more time to see the make and model of it with clearer vision. It was a compact ship that was slate gray and had painted red marks on it, one of them included a red skull.

“Crimson Fleet.” Andreja growled, confirming what Sam thought. Sam piloted the ship with fervor as he managed to swoop behind for a surprise attack. Without warning he hit their grav drive with ease and it immediately stun locked their engine, it was a piece of cake.

“Ready to board?” Sam asked with excitement as he slid into the other ship and initiated the docking sequence. He could feel his blood drum in the back of his ears. When they cornered the Fleet members like this, it was free game and he no longer held himself to the stricter moral code he usually practiced. They were all complicit as far as Sam was concerned.

“Let’s go.” Andreja said as she clipped her last gun she wanted to carry on her. He knew she relished in the relief they received from this ritual as much as he did and it would probably be something they took to their grave together. Sam nodded and led the way to their airlock door that connected to the Crimson Fleet ship they were about to venture on.

The inside of the ship was not as big as the Longsword’s but was slightly bigger than what the Frontier’s ship size was. Immediately as they climbed up to the living quarters of the ship there were three Fleet members who stood armed and ready. Sam didn’t think twice before he shot one in the foot and then pushed himself up the ladder to roll onto the floor. While one of the enemies cried in pain, Andreja was right behind him holding her gun at them ready to pull the trigger.

The second Fleet member was about to aim and shoot at Sam but with all his might he landed a fist into the fucker. He heard his jaw make a slight cracking noise and the pirate fell back in shock from the force. The pirate was trying to get back up but Sam took the moment to pistol whip him. The third member on the ship lunged at Andreja but before they could make it to her she already placed a bullet in between his eyes without blinking. There were only two that remained alive and that was plenty for Sam.

“Go ahead and look for any information. I will take care of these two.” The cowboy crouched down so that his face was close to the one he just pistol whipped. The man grunted at him in anger and then spit in his face. Sam responded with his gun to the man’s head.

“I only need one of you.” He clicked the trigger in anticipation to fire yet another bullet. “But I can be persuaded to keep you both if you answer some of my questions.”

“Fuck you!” The man spit again and his eyes had darted to the left of Sam. Without looking behind him Sam pointed his gun and pulled the trigger effectively knocking the second man onto his back with the shot to his abdomen. The pirate in front of him looked at the situation in disbelief and Sam could see that the realization of the situation was starting to hit the man.

“You’re lucky I haven’t asked my question yet.” Sam chuckled while he positioned his gun to the thigh of the other before him. The pirate was bleeding where he had hit him earlier and the bullet wound in his foot was still bleeding.

“Has your dick head of a boss killed anyone recently? Any new recruits?” Sam asked calmly as he pressed the gun further against the man’s leg to remind him of the consequences of his decision should he choose not to answer.

“Why the fuck would I tell you?” BANG, the pistol fired into the man’s thigh and he started howling from the added pain of another open wound.

“What are code names like Nosy Boraha used for?” Sam continued his questioning, ignoring the pleads that the man started to desperately make as he laid there in pain.

“I don’t kno-.” Sam interrupted the weak answer by forcing the barrel of his gun into the bullet wound it just made. The sudden pain started to send the pirate in shock and his eyes began to roll back but Sam wasn’t having that. He slapped the man.

“Keep your eyes open!” He commanded. “I suggest you start talking before I use a trauma pack to keep you wide awake while I cut off some fingers!” Sam was starting to get frustrated at the lack of cooperation.

“Okay! Okay!” The pirate screamed and Sam leaned back a bit to give the man some space to breathe.

“Who are the new recruits? I need names, places, code names.” Sam demanded from the man. The pirate was becoming rather pale and a small voice in the back of Sam’s head whispered, you might have gone too far.

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weirdkpopgirl · 2 years

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Surprise Dates | Dream Reaction #3 (maknae-line)

Reaction: When they do a surprise date for their gf (maknae-line/requested)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1262k

Author's Note: Okay I did not mean to make these so long. But they sorta just ended up that way? Anyway, here is the second part of this reaction. I'll add the one I did for the hyung-line at the bottom of this post if you didn't get to read it.

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JAEMIN

He was quite aware of your slight obsession with cherry blossoms. Whenever you brought up the pink flowers, Jaemin loved seeing you so excited about it. So when he learned that you had never seen cherry blossoms in person, he was determined to take you to see them.

Jaemin discreetly scheduled a day when both of you were free. He refused to tell you where you were going. You were sure in for a surprise. The look of amazement you had when you arrived was totally worth it to Jaemin.

“They’re so pretty! I love it so much, Jaemin!” You exclaimed, reaching your hand up as the petals flew all around.

He picked a few petals out of your hair. “I think you’re far prettier than the flowers.”

Even though you were used to Jaemin’s compliments by now, you still blushed every time. He laughed and pressed a few kisses into your hair and one on your forehead. When he thought his affection was enough, the two of you went back to admiring the sight before you.

More than anything, Jaemin loved seeing the way your eyes lit up and the corners of your mouth stretched into a bright smile. He didn’t think he had seen you look so joyful. From this day which would become something memorable to the both of you, Jaemin knew that he wanted to keep making you smile.

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CHENLE

Okay, so Chenle wouldn’t have a clue on what to do in the beginning. But he knew for sure that the one date he was preparing would absolutely blow your mind. He was already in the initial steps of his plan. He’d purposely detach himself so you would get a little suspicious.

But you, overthinking like you always did had concluded that your boyfriend was falling out of love with you. Even if he was busy on schedule he always made time to at least send a text. Though you had nagged about not wanting to distract him, you didn’t think he would listen! So you would be sad in your thoughts, wondering what else could’ve possibly gone wrong.

Then a few days later Jisung would text you, asking to hang out. Not having any other plans, you said yes. But it was also your chance to clear some of your worries.

“Is something up with Chenle?” You asked his best friend. “He’s been avoiding me lately, and I don’t know what I did.”

Jisung tilted his head to the side, “Uh, not sure. I didn’t notice anything.”

“How could you—” You were about to ask until something stopped you. “Jisung, where are you taking me?”

The two of you were at his company because he said he wanted to show you his choreography. But instead of going to the practice room, you found yourself in a hallway you’d never been in before.

The boy simply smiled and opened the door to the left room. Growing more suspicious by the second, you cautiously entered the room. Jisung behind you tapped your shoulder and handed you a rose. You turned to see the other members, each standing a few parts away from the other. They were also holding a rose, identical to the one Jisung gave you. There was a big stage at the back center of the room.

When you got to Mark who was last, you had a whole bouquet in your hands. You glanced up to see the lights turn on to the stage, revealing Chenle at the mic stand. He couldn’t hold back from smiling when he saw the astounded expression on your face.

The music started to play, and Chenle started singing your’s and his favorite song, “Never Goodbye.” You were too stunned to speak. The other members had gathered on stage to sing along with him. It was a private performance that Chenle had set up solely for you.

“So…did you like the surprise?” He spoke into the microphone when the song was finished. But his smile fell when he saw tears streaming down your cheek. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he hopped off the stage to wipe them away.

“When—what—how?” You were too stunned to string the perfect words together like you were usually able to.

Chenle smiled softly, “Don’t cry, (Y/n)-ah. I understand you’re happy that your amazing boyfriend went all out for you. But it isn’t worth your tears.”

“You idiot, I-I thought you wanted to break up with me!” You gently hit his chest, “I had no idea you were going to do something like this.”

“Silly,” Chenle patted your hair. “I really would be an idiot if I were to break up with you.”

Looking over to the other guys who seemed pretty satisfied you gave them all a smile. Shaking your head as you laughed, “I love you Chenle-ssi.”

“Yeah, I would hope so after all that. I love you too, but don’t you think I deserve a little more?” He pointed to his cheek. Rolling your eyes, you cupped his face and boldly kissed him on the lips instead.

Amused sounds came from the boys, but neither of you cared. Chenle smiled into the kiss and found himself circling his arms around your waist as the kiss deepened. This certainly broke the record for one of your most memorable moments as a couple.

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JISUNG

A subtle yet unsettling feeling of guilt dwelled in the bottom of Jisung’s heart. Which brought on this sudden burst of determination one night. He had been up late thinking about you and him. How you cared so much about him, and the way you showed that left the boy baffled.

So badly he wanted to reciprocate everything you did and show you his appreciation. With some advice from Jeno and Jaemin, Jisung prepared to set up the perfect day for you.

“Jisung—Dear, where in the world are you taking us?” You laughed as your boyfriend led you down the streets of Hongdae.

He ended up bringing you two to a dog cafe. The surprised gasp of glee was a sound that Jisung could listen to all day. As you waited for your drink orders, Jisung and you got to play with all the dogs. But he tried not to be sulky when the puppies tried to get your attention. He still found your interactions with them cute.

After going there, Jisung took you to a shopping center where you got to walk around like other couples and chat. He went into a photo booth only because he knew that you’ve always wanted to take couple pictures.

Before Jisung knew it, the day was nearly over. He was a little upset, wishing they you could’ve gotten to do more things.

“You always do so much for me,” Jisung would say quietly, as you got closer to your apartment. “I really wanted to make today special for you.”

Smiling to yourself you stopped in front of the gates and peered up at your tall boyfriend. All the emotions swimming around his eyes caused your heartbeat to speed up. Before you could hesitate, you stood on the tip of your toes to place your hands on the boy’s neck so your lips could meet. At first, Jisung was surprised by your sudden actions but relaxed quickly.

Pulling away from the tender kiss you looked at him fondly, “I just love getting to be with you, Jisung-ah.”

And that was all the approval Jisung needed from you. If the girl he loved was happy, how could he not be?

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hyung-line

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dckweed · 1 year

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@multifandom-world8 babes i am so sorry, this took me an embarrassing amount of time, but, here it is, and there will also be a second part as well !

my loves, it's been a hot minuet..but hi, hey, I'm here. Idk about yall but i had a kick ass weekend. Currently recovering from whiplash and fucking up my throat at a rock concert on Sunday (escape the fate, Hollywood undead, falling in reverse, and papa roach ((loml)) fr those wondering) that was so fucking amazing. How was yalls weekend? Everyone blow up the comments !

PLEASE NO ONE SPOIL THE TEENWOLF MOVIE! i have yet to watch it, and im sure there are others who haven't as well. Please be respectful in not spoiling anything on my posts.

I am aware that there is a paragraph that's darkened out and I have no idea how to fix it, for that, i apologize.

warnings: minors should not read this, but i know that i cannot stop you from opening this, so please, if you're under the age of 18, read at your own risk. this fic contains smut, maybe a bit of angst, biting, AGE GAPPED READER! reader was 19 when bitten, and in her 20s in the fic. Peter himself is a warning because guys look at him.

california dreamin'.., peter hale

Five years. Five long, fucking years of being stuck in this bullshit ass town, cleaning up supernatural mess after supernatural mess. You couldn't help but to wonder if the founders of Beacon Hills truly understood the irony of their towns name, it truly was a Beacon.

You suppose that was how you'd wound up in this mess anyway, the town being what it was and all, the werewolf population had gripped its claws into you and had never let you go. You had been a sophomore when it all happened, roped in by association with Stiles and Scott, and much like Stiles you had stayed human for most of it, until Derek's uncle had decided to use you as the main pawn for one of his stupid ass revenge fantasies. You hadn't taken it well at first, the bite completely destroyed you and it took a long time to build yourself up again, and by the time you had, you were much too late to do anything else with your life, and so, you had elected to stay behind and help keep the town out of trouble while the rest of your friends went on and lived their lives.

Working at your family's business wasn't that horrible you supposed, you could make your own hours, and being the owners child, you got paid just slightly more than the others did, which was definitely on your pro list. As was your weekly meeting with the man who had turned you. Typically, Peter came in for lunch or maybe dinner (depending on which shift you were working) and while you worked, the pair of you would talk about any odd goings on, and catch up on what everyone was doing out in the world. It was also your allotted time to ogle the man.

Maybe it was the loyalty you still felt to him after all this time from the bite, or maybe you were just really fucking lonely, but good god you couldn't deny that the man was the definition of sexy..

You had seen him today, during the lunch shift and though it had been brief, it had been long enough for your mind to wonder to dangerous places, wild thoughts running loose in your mind, the slight scar on your shoulder throbbing as they did, reminding you of the night he had given it to you..

It was cold, fall was beginning to set in to Beacon Hills once more as the seasons changed. You were 19 now, barely scraping by in highschool as it was, caught between the drama of your friend group and the drama of the supernatural beings that inhabited said group and tonight? Well, tonight you were quite literally the drama.

Peter had lured you to his loft, you had thought that you would be meeting the entire pack there, and therefore hadn't thought to text any of them and after arriving, you quickly realized how wrong you were. Peter had answered the door, much too friendly than he had ever been towards you before with a smile on his usually scowling face.

"I didn't think you'd actually show up." He says, opening the door just enough to let you slip in, your body brushing against his ever so slightly, shock of electric tingling down your spine as you did. You had always felt that way around him, but you just assumed it was a you thing and didn't notice the way that his hand tightened its grip on the door, or that his body went rigid, nor did you hear the sigh that escaped his lips.

"What exactly is the emergency, Peter?" You ask, turning to face him when you realize the loft is empty. He had sent you an urgent text, the kind that usually went out to the entire pack, and you were in partial disbelief that you would have been the first to show up, or the first texted. You were human, which meant you were far down the chain of urgency list in emergency werewolf situations.

"Sit." He says, eyebrow quirking and a slight thrill spreading through him as he watches you drop immediately onto the couch, almost mindlessly, eyes trained on him, wide and curious. He takes a seat on the chair across from the couch, launching into what was meant to be a proposal, a deal if you will..He was in one of his revenge fantasy phases, and was trying to willingly enlist your help, because for some reason (both Supernatural and logically), you weren't the person he was intent to have helping him.

Peter knew why he felt the way he did when you brushed against him, it wasn't the first time and it certainly wasn't the last. He was a smart man, and it wasn't too hard to piece together for him. And in all honesty, at first he wanted to protect you from it, from him, and for a while it worked. But now? Now he wanted to be selfish. He needed to be selfish, even if it meant bringing you into the mix.

"Absolutely fucking not." You say abruptly after a brief moment of silence once he had finished speaking, explaining to you what was going on in his mind. "No..just..no. ive seen what Scott and Liam go through, and yeah maybe it has cool perks but no just..why would you even think that I would go along with something like that Peter?"

He could hear in your voice how desperately you disagreed with his idea, and a part of him wants to let you walk out that door and forget that this whole thing happened to begin with, but that selfish side wins. He stands as you move towards the door, and in two long, powerful strides, he pulls you back against his chest, arms around your torso pinning your own to your sides.

"Peter! Peter let me go!" You yell, struggling despite the electric shock coursing through you once more. His grip only tightens on you, and you feel his breath on your ear as he brings his mouth down, can feel him breathing in your scent.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but this isn't optional.." He whispers, feeling you start to struggle more. He growls a little, his werewolf side coming out. His hold on you strengthens enough to be able to hold you still as he licks the area of exposed shoulder that your sweater had slid off of, his teeth grazing the skin ever so slightly. He debated letting you go, he didn't like the way that you were crying at all, you were going to hate him for this.

He had already gone too far to turn back though. Before he can talk himself out of it, he bites down on your shoulder, trying to be as gentle as possible so as not to hurt you too much, but also trying to make sure it would take. He can't help but to savor you for a moment, the animal in him going absolutely feral over scent alone, he could do this for hours, he thought and happily he almost does until he realizes that your crying has stopped and you are now slumped against him.

It had been the longest couple of years after that. You had just barely been able to graduate with your friends, nearly having to take a sixth year of highschool, though if that had happened you probably would have just dropped out. You had already taken freshman year twice, you couldn't go through senior year again.

You had been so mad at Peter for the longest time, though you were still doing everything he asked of you. Scott and Derek had said it was the alpha bond, but personally, you felt like it was different than that because if was like your entire judgement was clouded over when it came to him, and honestly it still was though you had learned to look through it and use your own logic.

Even before the bite you had been strangely attracted to Peter, though it definitely intensified after and you were certainly no stranger to fantasizing about him, so, as your shoulder throbbed ever so slightly, you let yourself fall into one of those fantasies, you were the only one in the front of the diner anyway, the late shift never being busy save for the occasional drunkard, you needed some form of entertainment.

The fantasy was much like your others, though more intense than they normally were..peter was leading you up to his loft, your hand in his as he practically dragged you up the stairs, a girly little giggle escaping you as you run after him, your heels sounding on the ground and the skirt of your dress swishing around your bottom.

Peter had gone full on foreplay in the car on your way back from your dinner date, his hands in between your legs, his nails ripping the fabric of your panties to shreds before pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping, aching core, clenching around his fingers as if begging for something more.

The sound he had made when he felt you was almost feral, it ripped right through to your core and you could've cum from that alone, but alas, Peter had other plans for you. The door to his loft is barely even closed before he has you pressed up against it, his large, firm hands pressed tightly on your thighs as he hoists you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist, your mouths moving against each other's with an urgency that you'd grown accustomed to when it came to him, as if the two of you could never get enough of each other.

"Jesus.." You groan, the feel of his hard cock pressed against your bare mound sending shockwaves through your aching body, lust taking over your entire train of thought.

"You and I both know I'm the farthest thing from holy, sweetheart.." He whispers, voice breathless as he makes his way down your throat, the stubble of his five o'clock shadow tickling your skin in the most delicious of ways, edging you halfway to insanity.

After a few moments longer he removes you from the door, carrying you to his bed. His hands are on your bare ass under the skirt of your dress, squeezing the flesh appreciatively before giving a nice slap, throwing you off of his body and onto his mattress. You bounce, staring up at him through lust filled eyes as you watch him take his V-Neck off of his torso, tossing it to the ground before he gets to work on his jeans. You kick your heels off, they clunk to the floor before you shimmy out of your dress, the fabric falling off your body as you lift yourself off of the mattress the slightest bit.

You realize as he gives you long, gazing look over your body that you are embarrassingly desperate for this man to even breathe in your direction, let alone fuck you, and yet here you are, on his bed, laid out all nice and pretty as you watch him fist his thick, deliciously long cock in his hands a couple of times, groaning at the thought of it inside of you.

"You coming?" You ask, teasingly as you spread your legs for him, biting your lip. His shoulders slump as if in defeat and he let's out one of the prettiest sighs you think you've ever heard in your life.

"Sweetheart, i hope not for a long while." He says finally and you giggle, before screeching in surprise when he grips your ankle and pulls you down to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his hips as he teases your aching cunt with his cock, dragging up and down your sopping slit, once..twice..three times before he pushes himself into your tight, warm hole.

The noise that escapes your mouth is one of pure filth and it seems to be all the urging on he needs as he pumps his hips in and out of you. You watch as his face contort with each thrust deeper and deeper into you, your pussy clenching onto him with need he'd never felt before, your hips rising up off of his bed as if to beckon him in to you farther.

You were already so over stimulated just from being horny that you knew you didn't stand a chance of lasting nearly as long as you could have, and you had a feeling he knew it to because the more sounds you made for him, the more one of your hands tugged at your own breasts and the other pawed at his forearm where his hand gripped your hips so meanly, the harder he fucked into you.

It was almost painful, and you knew that if you hadn't been a werewolf it probably would have been. You wouldn't complain though because something about him being the one to bring on that kind of way in the sinfully delicious way that he was doing it, was absolutely glorious to you and dear God you basked in the absolute pleasure it brought you.

Peter grunts as your pussy grips him, the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelching of your wet cunt sucking him back into your pussy every time he pulled out was filling the room, a beautiful music to his ears, as was the high pitched groan that escaped your throat as he gripped your hips harder, angling them up off the bed. He could feel himself hitting you at a deeper angle and just the look on your face as he did was what was going to make him finish, the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your mouth hung open in a silent moan, your tits bouncing every time he fucked into you..you were the perfect sight..

"So fucking perfect for me, y/n..y/n..

"Y/N!" Peter brings you out of your day dream, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You squeak in fright, heart racing and face flushing as you realize the man you had been fantasizing about was standing before you.

"Jesus fucking Christ Peter!" You yell, calming yourself down. You glance at the clock behind him, noting the time. "It's almost midnight what the hell are you doing here?"

The man looks at you as if you were insane, which, honestly, you had to wonder yourself if you were..nothing else could explain the way that you felt about the man that barely looked at you some days. "I told you at lunch I was going to pick you up tonight, remember? You said your car was broke down.." Truthfully, you hadn't thought he was serious. Peter hardly ever did anything with you outside of your meetings and occasionally running into him at the store..

"Oh.." Shit. How the fuck were you supposed to survive an entire car ride with him when you knew he could smell the horny radiating off of you? You were about to tell him that you were fine to walk when you realized it was raining pretty hard out, because of course California would decde to ends its drought right now. Fuck me up a goddamn river.

"Give me a minuet.."

#teenwolf fandom #teenwolf smut #teenwolf #peter hale smut #peter hale #peter hale fic #smut #teenwolf fic

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honeybeewhereartthee · 1 year

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Crystal Hearts

Prequel PT3: you and me

➽───Previous───CH15────Next───❥

"Ahaha~ hold my hand. Everything would be fine~"

As you step on the edge and giving a hand to offer to him, he hesitates before he sighs, and he slowly held your hand.

" Fine. "

He sighs after he realizes he cannot be a chicken about it anymore.

" amazing decision, my dear friend~!!"

You pulled him to circle your hands around his waist, causing him to blush before you step back away from the little space that hinder you two from falling into the sky below.

"Hey!"

He wants to complain about not warning him beforehand but remember that this is not the first try. You did warn him earlier.

[Motto yokubatte gokigen ni tobimawaren ~]

You felt something poof out of the top of your head and tiger tail behind you to waggle in joy as you copy Rinne voice yet again. His eyes widen at the sight of it. The time slow down as you activite a skill that can freeze and your power over time. To slow it down for the two of you.

[ O-omoikiri tobimawaren ]

After taking a deep breath, be finally follow along, as he said those. His clear wings of a bee appear behind him and antenna on top of his head, he was shocked as he is finally able to do this time around as he secure his hold on you.

[ Kanjiatte ikou ze ]

Smirking you return the speed of time to it's normal flow causing you two to fall a bit faster than earlier.

[ zokuzoku suru youna ]

Taking a deep breath. He takes the sensation of thrill he felt from the wind blowing, his Wings start to flatter. Soon the two of stop falling and soaring through the sky.

[ Shunkan ga ii ne]

You giggle as you look up to him. He smiles as he can't believe he did it this time. (Good job.) You told him through telepathy. ( Don't worry about people looking. We're invisible at the moment. So go Ham I guess. ) You added.

[ BET! Omae wa douda !?]

Grinning with a sense of trump, he test the limit of what he could do now, he speeds up. Zooming to the wide sky with the hint of the color of his hair and outfit being seen in a straight line.

The laughter's and giggle from the two of you as you enjoy the fun trip. He felt so happy.

It has been a couple of months since you and him meet again. You keep meeting each other in the same place, the park.

The most strange things was that, he was never question what's his name is. But then again you never use a name when addressing him, since there's only the two of you. He wondered if you even know his name.

"... Ya seem to be in a deep thought those days. Care to share?" His father ask him while they are eating in the family dinner. He has been looking through his phone thinking about when you'll appear in the park tomorrow, or where you are right now.

Since you don't meet up with him today. You don't have a form of communication to him but the link you guys have telepathically. Through it's only connected when you guys are a mile or less from each other.

"They haven't showing up recently..." His words are barely audible to his father as his too embarrassed to be heard complaining about such matter. "Oh? It's so odd that your now obsess with a new person. Ahaha. Have you move on from your first love?" His father takes a bite of a very familiar sweet in front of his son eyes, as he questioned this to him.

"..." Kohaku eyes twitch at the mention of Love-Swan friend. "I don't know..." He sighs. Through something process in his mind just now. "AHHH! THAT'S MY LAST ONE!!" he points at the sweet that his father stolen from his secret box that he swear he hid from his father sight.

"Ahaha. That's what you get for letting your properties free to be stolen by others, my boy. " His father swiftly stop his son from getting vengeance from stealing his food.

"AHHH! DAD, THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU FREE TO STEAL MY FOOD! ԅ( ͒ ۝ ͒ )ᕤ" he points it out as he tried to attack his father but failed as his father is quick with his steps.

"MINE! IT'S MINE!" As he and his father enter a sparing season with his childish tantrum. His father just laugh at him.

"Ohoho? Trying to test if you can take your old man now...?" His father chuckle at him causing him to be more annoyed plus that his annoyed by something recently.

He look at his father, more like glaring at him as he analyzes his next set of thoughts.

[ Risky Venus ]

He mumbles under his breath, his old man raise a brow at him but isn't able to hear the spell quite well or realize he just cast one.

[ Risky Venus ]

He position himself to run toward his dad to get revenge, he can feel himself showing antenna. His father tilt his head in amusement as he realize something is up.

[ Risky Venus!!]

With zooming speed he was gone from where he was standing and send a punch to his dad gut, making em back away from where his standing, and manage to get the remaining haft of the sweet he clearly own!

"Ahaha! I won!" He chuckle happily as he eat his price with trump. His now visible wings flattering behind him in glee as he enjoy his sweet. Through with this spell, a flower crown appear on top of his head. It bloom when he felt so happy like right now, they all blooming in sunny yellow out of glee.

"Agh... Kids those days..." The head of Oukawa can't help but chuckle as he just get pretty badly just now, he can't help but be proud how his son have to grown up so fast!

" Kohaku... What's that? " His eyes widen as he saw a new feature on his son, like him his daughter notice it too yet doesn't comment to it yet.

"What? I'm not forgiving you for what you did!" The flower unbloom in distasteful at his father but once again bloom when he focus on the taste of the sweet. "Ahaha~ so delicious... ~" he sigh happily as he turn his back on his dad.

"..." His father glance at his son in worry, his eyes narrowed as he realize something. "That 'friend' of yours... Is a fae?" His purple eyes stared down at his stupid young son, who realize that his father is staring at him with gaze he give when doing family work.

"... What?" Kohaku turn to look at his father, he was confused why his father know that. He thought his father is oblivious of what they are.

"Your mangling with a fae this whole time?"He can sense disappointment from his father eyes and the tone of voice he cannot determine the emotions.

"... What's wrong with that?" The flowers quickly wither, it becomes vine like crown, the wither petals slowly burn into flames as it fall into the floor and into nothing. He doesn't understand what's up with father. What is wrong to do so?!

"Your not allowed to meet up with them." His old man decided as he turned his back on his son. Not explaining further into details causing his son to be frustrated from such instructions and orders.

"What? Why!?" He wanted to question his father as the vines slowly grow black thorns. "Why can't I? Are you going to make me lock me up in this place again...? " He take a deep breath as he composed himself, his fist all clenching as he's gritting his teeth in anger.

"You will, if you still meet up with that fae."

" 'that'? " He frown at the distasteful tone he hear from his father voice. " Their name is MC!" He grumble, he cannot believe his father tone would change when he learn mc is a fae!

"MC? a fae told you their name...." His father eyes widen in surprised as he stop on his feet.

" Isn't it normal for people to introduce themselves? Ah? but I wasn't able to do so... They never ask for my name..." He mumble the last part in embarrassment, the thorns slowly have a little pink flower as he thought of them.

"... Huh. This is the same person who defeated you?" He saw an odd smile starting to appear on his father face.

"W-well... They aren't human..." He cover his face in embarrassment, the flowers bloom in pink as he remembers that moment.

"Oho... This is interesting... A fae told you their name. Even when they defeated you..."

" Hey! No need to repeat that... (｡・//ε//・｡)"

" Okii. I'll give you a week to a month for you to bring your fae here, willingly. "

" What? What for? Are you going to sell them out to the main branch? " Kohaku don't like the amusement on his father eyes, his worries can be seen clearly on his face causing his father further more laughter's to come out.

"Ahaha. Your so silly." His father approach him and pat his head, very amuse at his son oblivious or fake innocent.

"Let me see how good they are in the arena." With a smirk on his face, it all drown to kohaku what his father meant.

"... N-no way... I thought ya would not follow that thing!" Even through he was bewailed and cannot believe his father words, variety of different red shades of roses slowly bloom on his flower crown.

"T-the tradition is s-stupid!" He yelled out as he run away, afraid to be seen with his emotion shown in full bloom.

"Ahahaha. Kids those days..." His father laugh as he watch his son run away.

"Father... Is it really ok...? Aren't we ..." The oldest of his daughter finally spoke out. "Hm. I was going to make sure our little core fae would be keep a secret. Not interacting with other faes even our own main branch except for their cousin."

" Then what change your mind?"

" That fae friend of there's is teaching them magic, from what I see. It's a dark fae type..." He mumble. " Ah. That's right. The fae have the same dark fae tendency as my darling wife. So they most be a dark fae ... Kohaku won't be in danger then... Maybe it's just his calling." He sigh happily as he realize his child have found his own spring time.

" I just hope, he won't be stupid through... He already lost one time to a friend of his, in terms of love." He cant help but pity his son obliviousness.

"father is a light fae, but act like a dark fae." His second daughter giggle.

" Ahahaha~ my silly children. You should know, I'm still haft of a human. A human can be cruel and petty creature than a dark fae. Because we are swallowed and can be overwhelmed by our desire and to sin for our happiness." His purple eyes swirl in madness as he chuckle. " My boy should learn to keep his fae in check... Or else some people would steal them away." It be too late when that time comes.

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Risky Venus 3x -> can enhance your speed and your straight at least in the percentage you want too. But it will make your emotion show in full bloom

Also they are training for couple of months before the first part ok.

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#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstar x reader #enstar #kohaku oukawa x reader #crystal Hearts AU #Crystal Hearts AU You and me #Oukawa Kohaku x reader #kohaku Oukawa

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deadqueenz · 1 year

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Waylon Park x Female Reader: Another Type of Healing (Part One)

There’ve been many times where you would ask yourself was this right? The number of times you've found yourself in his arms, and he would leave before it became awkward and uncomfortable, pretending the fact you two had kissed never happened.

And it wouldn’t be long after that before you two would take it a step further, finding yourself in your current predicament, having sex on the sofa and somehow ending up in his bed.

The same bed, his "wife" once slept in. But was she really a wife to leave her husband alone after everything he went through? He did what was right, exposing Murkoff for the low-down shit fair running behind the scenes, and if it wasn’t Waylon who exposed them, then who would?

You already knew who, Miles Fucking Upshur. At the thought of him, a gentle smile breaks out on your face. As much as you two fought, you couldn’t bear to hold any ill-will towards your own brother. Yeah, he may’ve been an over-confident Investigator when it comes to finding evidence, and an even more pain in the ass when it came to being the older sibling, but at the end of the day, all you had for each other was love.

With your parents dying when Miles just turned eighteen, and you were turning seven soon it was a huge blow to you both. Though your parents had money, it was going out the door as quickly as it came, leading Miles to take up odd jobs until he found one that wasn't "ass-grating." And, "Had a shitty boss."

Yeah, your brother had a foul mouth, it was amazing you haven't grown into his habit. Though, if you tried to say more than three curse words, Miles would've made you eat his dirty socks....again.

Your throat tightens as you try to hold back tears. 'It's not fair, he should be here. He should still be alive.' You silently curse yourself for thinking of Miles for this long, rubbing your eyes furiously to keep the tears at bay.

Gulping greedy amounts of air to steady yourself, you place your trembling scarred hands on your knees for a few seconds before wrapping your arms tightly around yourself. You jiggle your leg up and down, trying to get rid of the energy.

It was impossible, memories of your brother from the asylum invaded your brain. Chris Walker throwing him from the second floor, he was going for you, but Miles managed to get the giant man's attention on him at the last minute, and in a fit of anger, he threw Miles over the side.

Luckily, the idiot had no injuries. You immediately distrusted Father Martin from the get go, but as your brother said, neither of you had a choice at the moment.

Then that fucking lunatic of a 'doctor', you and Miles got separated not long after seeing Father Martin, and luckily saved Miles before he lost his fingers. The two of you then gave the fake doctor a run for his money, (figuratively speaking) and trapped him in the elevator where he died.

You would feel bad at that moment back then, but after what he was trying to do? Hell no. "Y/N, you saved me...Thanks." Miles mumbled as you two sat leaned up against a surprisingly clean wall. He looks down at his hands, moving all of his fingers and wincing when the poorly wrap yellowish bandage digs into the gash.

"Stop it you dumb ass, before it becomes infected." You seethed, punching Miles in the arm. Miles didn't react to your punch, instead continues to stare down at the bandages. "Y/N?" You watch him closely, hesitantly opening your mouth to speak.

"Yeah?" Miles swallows hard, running his non-injured hand along his pant leg. "I think I'm starting to lose my mind in this place. Fuck, you shouldn't be here damn it, you should be at home." His voice cracks at the end.

Miles runs a hand over his face, grinding his teeth together so hard the sounds made you wince. You haven't seen him like this since the last time you both visited your parents graves years ago. What you did next, didn't require any words.

You moved closer to Miles, watching his chest heavy as he tries to steady himself, he didn't like showing his weak side, to you, himself, or anyone for that matter. But there were times when he just couldn't hold back his real emotions, when things finally took a toll on him physically, emotionally and mentally.

You hug him, wrapping your arms around him and he does the same with his left arm; holding you tightly against him as he cried. And silently, you cried along with him. Both of your tears staining his pants and shirt, but he didn't care, not now.

A memory flashes in your mind as the two of you held on to each other for dear life; Miles sitting by himself in the dark living room of your family home, he had thought you were asleep but you woke up to get a midnight snack, and that's when you found him crying into his hands on the worn out sofa.

Miles was nineteen and you were eight, at the time you didn't fully understand how much of a strain everything was on him. But you were slowly getting it. He had many jobs, and after a certain amount of time; weeks, maybe even two months if luck had it.

Something would happen that got him fired, you remember those days; he would come home earlier than usual, going straight to his room and slam the door. Not long after that, you would hear him punching and throwing stuff as he cursed his heart out.

Not even a full day would passed before he was searching for jobs once again. At sixteen you were able to start working, Miles would tell you constantly that you never needed to, but you explained to him how many times you caught him crying from stress and exhaustion, how he gave up school when he was a senior just so he could work more hours, his terrifying work ethic.

And you just wanted him to take it easy for a chance, or at least aim for something he truly like. Miles had came home that day after another failed job search, finding you looking over job fliers that were posted on the corkboard at school.

He hid his face with one of your father's worn out hats, chuckling as he ruffled your hair to which you pouted and whined, but let him do it anyway. "You little shit, you taught you to become cool, huh?" "Not you obviously, dumbass."

"Careful there, I'll make you eat my dirty socks again, and who knows when was the last time I ever cleaned my room?"

Y/N sticks out her tongue, blowing a raspberry as the two siblings shared a heartful laugh, Miles wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his chest.

"Love you Y/N, you're an okay sister."

"Love you too Miles, you're an awful brother."

"What the hell?!"

You smile at the memory, nuzzling your head closer to Miles chest, his heart rate was normal, and he wasn't crying anymore; just staring blankly at the wall in front of you two while lazily moving his fingers through your hair with his good hand.

"I love you big brother." You whispered softly.

"I love you too, you little shit." A smirk makes it's away onto Miles's face, looking down at you, he shoots you the middle finger.

"....I hate you." His face falls immediately in shock and disbelief; eyes widening at your words. Only when you bury your face in his shirt, your shoulders moving as you muffled your laughter, did he realize you were joking.

"You little shit, I should kill you."

"Not until you go first, ugly."

"I'm handsome, damn it!"

"Who lied to you?"

"You damned-"

You pull away, getting to your feet as you sigh dramatically. "Come on lazy, let's continue and get the hell out of here." You hold a hand out to Miles, and he takes it, gratefully.

Once he was on his feet, he pulls out his notebook, writing something down with a ghost of a smile on his face before putting back in his pocket.

"Alright, let's go." He says pulling out his camera, while giving you a wink. "Let's put these fuckers in the dirt, I'm not stopping until I'm fucking dead."

The two of you continue forward, ready to face the unknown. Together.

"Miles...." You whispered in horror at the burning sight of the priest before you, turning your head away, you see Miles still staring....and even filming the horrific scene.

"Miles, STOP!" You reach for the camera, but the look in Miles's eyes stop you. "He wanted me to do this Y/N, he wanted everyone to see, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

He looks up at the burning corpse of the Priest, watching his followers' now as the Priest slowly stops moving all together. "I'll show the whole world, how sick this fucker really is. I don't even feel anything about him dying in front of me. I actually want to laugh."

Miles chuckles bitterly, cursing the priest under his breath and out loud. "Their tongues and liver, mines. Yours."

"Miles, let's go." You state urgently, pulling on your brother's arm who only continues to laugh. "There's no time to go fucking Joker on me, let's go!"

"I want the one on the right."

"Why should you get fairer one?"

"You take her tongue, I'll have her liver."

"Indeed."

Miles steps in front of you, camera now pointed at the two twins you've met previously. "Touch my sister, I'll kill you." He growls, clutching the camera tightly as he swiftly changes the battery.

The twins stare at Miles blankly, before pulling out machetes and slowly moving towards you both. "More like they'll kill you, now come on!" You grab Miles by the arm, pulling him roughly as the two of you run away, not once looking back...

#outlast #whistle blower #miles upshur #waylon park #outlast waylon #outlast miles #outlast eddie #eddie gluskin #walrider #father martin #the twins #richard trager #rick trager #the groom

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alikaheroes · 2 years

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WOW!! What a night. I can finally say I’ve seen @halsey in concert 🥺😭❤️ So thankful! Such a fun time! 💖💖 #LoveAndPowerTour

*Added July 16

Halsey: Love and Power Tour 2022

Five Point Amphitheater

Irvine, CA

Saturday, July 9, 2022

The FivePoint Ampitheater is outdoors and looks amazing

Cornhole games!

Got my Whispers bag for merch (will print the poster at home LOL)

Chicken strips, fries, and a Pepsi

Random friends: Mom with her daughter from Long Beach, guy from Long Beach, Marine girl from San Clemente

The Marias were so good, I highly recommend them.

They played “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High” by the Arctic Monkeys and I loved it

about-face ads, free shipping! With purchase of $50 or more

Chapter 1: The Capture

Love the intro like from the IICHLIWP trailer

THE TRADITION

CASTLE! Mic flip!

Halsey asking if we know what to do when the chorus drops and me shouting OH YEAH!!

Halsey saying to STOP THAT TRACK

She doesn’t usually like to pit cities against each other (random guy shouting, WHAT IRVINE??)

Show is almost 2 hours long, baby, gonna need a lot of energy! She can see everyone all over

My OMG realizing she’s restarting Castle

EASIER THAN LYING HIGH ENERGY

you should be sad is the best country song ever, we all stomped our feet!

Firework shower with the Yeah-Yeah-YeahYeah Yeah

I loooove the rock demo version of 1121 and of course the Die For Me track-I SOLD 15 MILLION RECORDS FOR A BREAKUP NOTE

CHAPTER 2: RELEASE

The intro for Graveyard from the LA show with the Euphoria vibes

“I really like you guys. You’re a cool ass f*cking crowd, I really f’ing love you guys. Wanna sing along with me going forward?

COLORS!! The Badlands feels are so real

How are you guys feeling right now?

Absolutely never ever stops to blow my f’ing mind that I get to perform on stage and perform in front of a crowd that looks like this!

First show she ever played around these parts, Observatory? Asked Sheperd

Played for 100 people (might be generous)

Lighting power run through the kitchen, no fries that night

Don’t wanna spend too much time talking, last night of tour little emotional (aww)

How many people is this your first time seeing me in concert? How many have seen me before?

Oh My Good Goooood? Loudest response for this tour of that question

Can tell you been rocking with me from the beginning

Whether here for beginning, or 5 min before walked in building

Really grateful to have you here

Make sure tonight is the best concert you’ve ever seen in your f’ing life

Hurricane with the Room 93 visuals ahhh

LILITH!! My favorite! I shouted YES because it wasn’t on the setlist the night before and I was too happy to see it! I’m all “AW YEAH” during the beginning before I sing along. I also love the visuals with the Titane vibes

I heard the Lighthouse Siren and was sooo hyped, them O’Jays Ship Ahoy vibes at this concert had me emotional.

“This Woman Will Not Go Quietly” line from the film

One of my favorites, the rock Banshee vibes, beautiful visuals, I’m so in love

killing boys - The whole crowd shouting “I’mma Uma Thurman your ass” was poetic

“You’re gonna hear the weird sh*t before you get the hits because that’s my style, but you begged for this so you better f’ing sing!”

GIRL IS A GUN!!!

YES!

TALK 2 (Chapter 3: Reflect)

Be Kind drawing time!!

Done paintings every single time something different

Those close in her life, do you plan? I mean, come on

No, Absolutely Not

Do you plan what you’re gonna say? Set list before you get there? Same.

This tour has been a lesson for me in embracing surrendering control (mild cheer for that—I did for the song Control)

Used to get on stage wanting so badly it all to be perfect

Looks back on pics of sparkly costumes doing choreography and goes who tf is that?

You guys know that feeling? It’s not just a musician thing. You see pics of yourself when you were younger you’re like who tf is that?

Kinda the same thing, 50 million pictures like that on Google

Ask at the beginning of show, what matters more to the story, is it good or is it true?

Look at self in pictures, true to herself then, being true

Some songs that she’s written doesn’t relate to same way? Does that make them untrue? Words not me anymore even tho they were at some point…little bit of a mindf*ck. Idk, kinda crazy

Most true version of myself is up here with a pen in my hand, canvas in front of me, and like 20,000 people that I love with my f’ing heart (I screamed WE LOVE YOU)

When I look back in a couple years, won’t think omg who tf is that, will think wow, I was so lucky to be that person once in my life, so thank you.

Songs about difficult times, used to be very sad alll the time. Still pretty sad all the time but wanna say if you’re here and share that same mentality, look back at version of you that related to sad songs and not that person anymore, sing your heart out tonight. Get it all out. When you leave, don’t take that old person with you, you’re not that b*tch anymore. You gotta exercise the demons and leave them on the floor

This song is called 100 Letter

100 Letters, everyone had their phones up with lights

TALK 3 (Pre 929)

In the spirit of the show of not letting things being perfect.

Like the worst ever sang, on the verge of tears the entire time.

imma gonna fight this I’m not gonna f’ing cry, I’m gonna do it!

I did not do it. I failed. Miserably haha

G-damn not even halfway through the set and I’m already crying

“Where the f you at?” I coughed.

HALSEY CHANT

Are you trying to make you make me cry? Are you guys playing a game with me? This is some sick f’ing twisted sh*t you’re doing. And you guys trying to make me cry more this is some sick sh

Believe me sang song 100 times it doesn’t make me cry anymore

About to cry because knew what song comes after it, haven’t played it in years

Probably most important song written for self in entire life.Really wanted to perform it in front of you guys tonight

Dad to finally call me, he did (AWW)

I wasn’t in love them (but I sure as F am now!!!)

Done being sad, no more being sad long night ahead of us, TIME TO BE GAY

HONEY

Me: HONEYYYY

Went into 3AM

ME: YESSS

She’s laughing during it so cute!!

Fireworks and playing with guitarist

Talked about how fast song is and you don’t need to know the words

TALK 4 (Thankful to fans, curfew)

I know for a fact people on my team backstage rn like, “She good?”

Are you OK? Did somebody slip you something before the show? WTF is going on?

Soaking up every second possibly can because this is the last night and love what I do so f’ing much

I hope from bottom of night you can see it all over my face how much I love being up here and being with you

Why get out here and do a show 2 horus long

Other do hour, get on stage, F off and leave

Wanna be here every f’ing second until the cops come up and yank me off stage for breaking curfew

F’ing love what I do!

Thank you for letting me do it love you guys so f’ing much!

STOMPING FEET

So Good - like a couple weeks new don’t get too excited.

“I love getting to play this song when he’s standing back there” LOVE TO ALEV

BAD AT LOVE - YES

HOLD ME DOWN

SHE DID THE SPLITS

TALK 4 (BAND/Ring Announcer)

Most incredible musicians and people and friends

So lucky all agreed to come on the road with me

Could’ve been doing something much cooler, I promise haha

Usually make fun of them during this part

Drums - next season of Bachelorette

Keys - Terrified of goldfish

Make something up and embarass them

Too heartfelt, need you guys to be so loud for me

DRUMS: Harry (will you guys please give it up for Harry!)

GUITAR: Liv

Don’t f’ing look at me I’ll cry

KEYS Bonnie

Halsey says she’s calling them out like a ring announcer

AND OVER HERE CHECKING IN AT 245 POUNDS HE IS TOUGH (I audibly said omGGG LITERALLY MY BRAND WITH MY WRESTLING LOVING SELF I lost it here) HE HAILS FROM IRVINE CA

YESS WHOOO

That’s my impression…this is why everyone on my team is gonna say somebody drugged me

Last show with tme as well, grateful to have support on road

Part do 2 more songs, prepare to leave, comeback and do encore

HALSEY CHANT

For what? What did I do? I didn’t even do anthing

WHISPERS

GO BACK AND F HIM

GASOLINE! FIRE (I love hearing my name in it)

Chapter 4: Reflect

Flashing lights and rock music

Jumps up with flames and PYRO

NIGHTMARE

Statistics for Abortion (my camera shut off for it ofc but it was PHENOMENAL)

TALK 5 (Abortion Rights/Political)

Put in show 5 weeks before Supreme Court decision and statistics were much different then

We’re here in our little island

Second to say as long as I have a microphone and stage if your well being livelihood and happiness at stake I will always f’ing be political

In case you couldn’t tell, so many people in the crowd I recognize I’ve met so many times, who stories I know, parents I know, journeys through school work and life that I know, break f’ing heart if something going on in this world cause you bodily harm to get care you need and I did nothing about it

If politics aren’t your thing all good,

Just learned a valuable lesson don’t come to a Halsey concert then.

Little bit of time

CHANT

MY BODY - Audience: MY CHOICE

“THANK YOU!”

Music is political. Everything is political. Brave to leave house come here exactly as you are. Clothes you were. Words you sing. People you love. Things you do. Everything is f’ing political

Running up that hill with the flame bar

WITHOUT ME

Went into audience, guy had sign said his BF broke his heart, Halsey said “F HIM” to flip off hurtful ex

Confetti!!

Acapella,

“Put you up there, I don’t know why” - audience

I Am Not A Woman I’m a God

Irvine. Thank you guys so much for an incredible night. So glad I got to close out this tour with you. This will be my last tour here for a really long time playing shows here in the states so I really love you and I really appreciate you for a great night. Did you have fun? Get home safe. I love you!

Y’aburnee playing on way out

Shareable Review

#Halsey #personal

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whatsjenniupto · 8 months

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Morning in Monserrate

Question 1: What did I want to see at Pena Palace? The outside of the castle with the brilliant colors, a bit of the Moorish architecture.

Question 2: Can I see those things if I just buy a park and grounds ticket for half the price? No.

Hmmm.

Fact 1: You hate overcrowded places.

Fact 2: You have no patience for selfie takers.

Fact 3: You barely survived Quinta da Regaleira and it's not the main reason people come to Sintra. If you hadn't had the empty paths through the hills, you would have stormed out in burning boot fashion. You will not survive Pena. Let's be real.

Original Sintra Day 2 Plan: Pena Palace and Moorish Castle

New Sintra Day 2 Plan: Monserrate

It wasn't on my radar, but if it had Moorish architecture, choose your own adventure grounds, and fewer people, it seemed the much, much better choice for me.

Ticket booked, off I went in the 100% humidity of morning in Sintra to catch the first bus up to Monserrate. The second my ticket was scanned and I started down the path to the villa, I knew I had made the best decision. This. Was. Amazing.

I strolled down paths, over waterfalls, around fountains, through the lush foliage of Monserrate. I had purchased the audio guide for an extra euro and used it to navigate my way through the forest to the villa.

While the audio guide was beneficial when walking the grounds, I was a bit disappointed to find it was exactly the same as the information on the displays in the villa. I could read it myself or wait for the guide to load and the narrator to read it at a much slower pace. I read and it was fascinating. The people who have stayed at the villa, the photos of former owners enjoying the grounds, all enjoyed with only a few other small groups of people shuffling around with me.

As I made the rounds around the villa, I found a paper map of the grounds on a table – unfortunately it was all in French, but with the pictures and the rudimentary amount of French words I can get my brain to remember, I was able to locate all the spots I had missed on my descent to the villa.

Like the false ruin chapel. (Sure, if you're building something where something similar used to be, building ruins makes sense. I think.)

And the ornamental lakes with gigantic pine cones. I was incredibly disappointed there weren't any lying around. How big is a 10kg pine cone?

I had planned on skipping the Mexican Garden. I live in Phoenix. These are my plants -- but I ended up on the path and I could not have been more wrong. They were my plants on steroids. Just like the 10kg pine cones, everything in Sintra was bigger than I had ever seen. That plant below on the left? Easily 7ft tall. Like, if I found a leaf on the ground, I could lay in it.

It was mind-blowing. I had never seen these plants this big. I almost felt like I had been shrunk. I walked back to the lawn for a final picture.

And then it was time to head back to the street to locate a bus to Sintra. I had snagged a public bus up to Monserrate for 2,60€. There were a couple options, but that was the first one that left from the bus stop. I was following the same concept to get back to Sintra. Take the first bus that comes along. A Scotturb bus came along and two other groups of people flung out their arm like I did. I lined up at the door in between the two groups, noting that the 435 number wasn't displayed, but it was the bus company, so I went with it.

Long conversation in Portuguese, showing the driver a slip of paper, and shaking heads. First group stepped back, annoyed. I hopped on, said I wanted to go to Sintra, and got charged 4€ (saving 10 cents because he didn't have correct change). Uh, what?! Oh, right. I do remember Scotturb having ridiculous prices when I researched this bus line. Ugh, oh well. This at least gets me back to Sintra for lunch before I head out to Ericeira. Second group stepped up and had the same interaction that the first group did. They too stepped back, annoyed. Another woman joined the line and had a long conversation about prices, but she paid and away the two of us went back to Sintra.

No idea what sort of bus I was on, but pretty sure it wasn't the 435 Scotturb that I'm guessing the other two groups purchased round trip passes on. And I'm quite certain I saved at least a euro by taking the public bus instead of buying a round trip ticket on Scotturb. Really would have been nice if a public bus was the first one by on the way back too.

#europe #portugal #sintra #monserrate

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marsbutterfly · 3 years

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bert, eren, levi and armin getting bjs for the first time please i am begging

Headcanon: Eren, Levi, Bertholdt and Armin receiving head for the first time

Warnings: nsfw, oral sex male receiving, cu* shots

- Ever since you started dating Eren, you’ve been doing hand stuff but you can tell he wants more, even though he doesn’t specifically ask for it.

- One day during his after training shower, you notice all the other boys have already made their way towards the dining hall and you decide to sneak in.

- You try to be as quiet as possible and suddenly you begin to hear whispers coming from the last stall.

- One of his hands is on the wall as he tries to balance himself while the other he uses to jerk himself off. You feel wetness forming in between your legs so you decide to take your clothes off and join him.

- Hearing his breathless moans as he calls for your name is one of your favorite things to do.

- You hug him from behind and he gasps, not expecting anyone to be there. You don’t say anything and he turns to face you, his cheeks are as red as apples and you smile at him.

- Without saying anything you fall to your knees, placing your mouth around his cock. In reality you are not quite sure what to do but decide to give it a go anyway.

- He’s not too far from his breaking point but feeling your tongue around the tip of his dick was almost enough to drive him over the edge but he tries very hard to pull himself together for a bit longer.

- His hand rests on your chin, propping it up so he can look at your eyes while you have his cock in your mouth.

- Once you take half of his length in, he can’t hold himself back anymore and ends up coming down your throat not giving you the chance to swallow.

- “I’m so sorry!!” He says, multiple times. “I didn’t mean to come so fast!”

- “It’s ok!” You reply with a devious smile, “Maybe we can do it again later.”

- It isn’t your first time giving head but it is his first time receiving.

- For years, he has always focused on making his partner feel good instead of allowing them to pleasure him but at some point you were able to convince him.

- Trying to make the atmosphere more romantic, he lights up a few candles and places a few cups of water by the bed alongside some bread and cheese for a late night snack.

- You walk into his room and your first instinct is to burst into laughter but you manage to hold it back when you notice his hard cock already out as he lies on the bed.

- Excitedly, you walk towards him. You take his dick in your hand and give it a few dry strokes before you begin to lick it. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he forgets how to breathe for a second.

- His cock isn’t long but it makes up for it in thickness. You can clearly see his veins with the flicker of the flames.

- He can’t quite form words so he simply groans every time you take him in. Of course, you never stop jerking him off which simply makes it 15x better for him and it reaches a point of overstimulation.

- You ask if he’s ok and he nods, a smirk on the corner of his lips. You take him back in your mouth, full lenght and you can feel as he touches the back of your throat. A few tears streaming down your face.

- “Are you alright?” He asks, his thumb brushing against your face.

- “I’m fine.” You respond as you feel his cock beginning to twitch against your touch.

- You lick the tip a few more times while moving your hand up and down and soon the white ropes of his cum shoot all over your face. He hands you a tissue, helping you clean yourself up before inviting you to sit on his face.

- You’ve been dating Bert for a few months now and you want to make him feel special but you know he’s too embarrassed to ask for it.

- Recently, he’s been having sex dreams about you and waking up with the hardest boner of all time.

- If not a boner, then he’s covered in his own cum.

- One night as he sleeps in the boys room, you sneak in through a window silently in an attempt to not disturb anyone else other than your boyfriend. Whose feet touch the wall while his hands are buried underneath his back.

- You giggle quietly before placing your hand over his lips. In response, his eyes are wide open but as soon as he realizes who it is, his features soften and he blinks, trying to adjust his vision to the barely illuminated room.

- With one hand still on his lips, you lower yourself on the side of the bed while pulling down his pants. His boner immediately popped out of his underwear.

- His eyes are wide but he jiggles the pants down his ankles quietly, constantly looking around to make sure everyone else is asleep.

- You place your mouth around the tip of his cock, a blob of saliva dripping from your lips. You can already taste the salty pre-cum as a result of the dream he was having.

- He gasps and you tighten the grip over his lips, listening as Reiner mumbles something in his sleep before shifting in his bed.

- Saliva drips all over his dick and his hips, his ass tightening in response to your action. So you decide to speed up and take his full lenght in without a second thought.

- You suck his dick as if your life depended on it until his pelvis begins to shake, a sign he’s about to come. You proceed to take him out of your mouth and begin to stroke his cock at a fast pace until ropes of cum shoot onto his abdomen.

- His head hits the wall and his actions result in a very much awake Reiner, who looks around in confusion only to find Bert sleeping in a relatively normal position under his covers and you are gone.

- Of course, you are just hiding under the bed, trying to hold back laughter when Reiner asks your boyfriend if he heard something. Bert still gasps for air quietly so he simply says no and goes back to pretending to be asleep.

- When Reiner flips over, you kiss the tip of your fingers and blow it towards your boyfriend, jumping through the window and leaving behind a very flustered Bert.

-Armin often likes to read books underneath a tree a little far away from the mess known as the Survey Corps.

- Eventually, he started bringing you with him simply because he enjoyed your company and wanted to share this amazing space with you. Little did he know, it was about to become much more special.

- His back rests against the tree and your head lies on his lap. Suddenly, you feel his dick getting harder and harder against the back of your head. You look up and his face is redder than you have ever seen.

- “This book is a little spicier than I thought it would be.” He says, trying to adjust his boner in a manner that it wouldn’t bother or hurt you.

- “Let me help you.” You say, putting your own book down on the grass while pulling his zipper down.

- You realize his cock is bigger than you first thought it would be and you gasp quietly, measuring it against your face. He looks away but still whimpers against your touch.

- “I want you to look at me baby.” You say, touching his chin while moving his face. His ocean eyes meet yours and you feel like you could drown in them and not care one bit.

- When you begin to bob your head up and down, you notice his eyes roll to the back of his head but you can tell your words are still fresh in his mind so he does everything in his power to look at you.

- You pull out his testicles, using one of your hands to stroke his cock while sucking on one of his balls. He cries your name out.

- With a bit of saliva, you begin to rub circles on the tip of his cock. A smile on his lips as he begins to jiggle his toes around.

- “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.” He says and it’s your turn to blush.

- Your tongue moves around gently and, with his hand, he pulls you down on his cock. You try your best not to gag and you are able to hold it back. He smiles even bigger and whispers the words “good girl.”

-Once you begin to bob your head up and down faster, he knows he’s done for and he barely has enough time to warn you about what’s coming.

- “You’re gonna make me come!” He says before his cum takes over your tongue. You swallow it all before showing him your tongue and he’s now back to the shy, innocent boy you are used to.

- “You are a demon in disguise!” You say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hands while he puts his cock back in his pants.

-“Same to you, my love.” He says, “Same to you.”

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Can I request hc’s of Kirishima, Aizawa, Mirio, and Hawks seeing their bae wear female versions of their pro-hero outfits?

Kirishima's is longer because it gives some background information that goes for all the characters!

Unedited<3

Kirishima Eijiro<3

Firstly, being his significant other gives you first access to almost anything he gets- clothing included.

You’ve lost count of the t-shirts and enough sweatpants for an army

Not to mention the plushies and blankets along with the posters and the tons and tons of china you’re received, all with abstract/ literal art of your boyfriend.

You’ve worn every variation of his merch you could think of

And every time he had to take a picture and put it in his “baby looks like me’ album- then railing you into another dimension no matter where you had to be

With Halloween coming up - and your 6th anniversary close approaching- you knew this costume had to blow any other costume you’d ever worn out of the water.

You went through party store after party store- mind you, it was only September so the number of crazy looks you got was at an all-time high

The ides came to you while wearing one of his skin-tight workout shirts and looking through photos of his costumes over the years

It practically slapped you in the face and you were on the phone with a seamstress within five minutes

It was the hardest thing to ever keep from him, especially when he was going in and on about his new gadgets

The look on his face when you walked down the stairs all decked out in an exact replica of his uniform, he was in shock

He just kept examining the costume and promised to send the tailor a fine check because it was an exact replica

He was so consumed in it he didn't realize he was taking it off and before he knew it he was balls deep in your hole

O worries he’ll cum inside to make sure nothing gets ruined-- so considerate

Aizawa Shota<3

Honestly-he didn't pay too much attention to what you were wearing

He takes account of it but never lingers for too long

He’s the epitome of all the matters is personality, but all of that doesn't mean that a few looks don't stay in his mind for years on end

Like a few certain skirts that you happen to wear every time he leaves something home and you have to go to the school to give it to him

The black one that Mineta still never stop talking about- a reflection of his actions present in his grades

Then the pretty blue one you went to the beach in, a coverup the just so happen to cover absolutely nothing

Then his favorite- the white one that shows your pussy off no matter what angle he sitting

Of course now, this black long-sleeved short and gray pants along with a mock capture rope

Whatever this was- he knew exactly what it was- would be something he never forgets

Yeah and all those sly smirks you've been sending him all night will be compensated for the second he’s able to get out of this conversation.

Mirio Togata<3

He’s in total amazement

He really didn’t know you could even make a replica of his uniform, for some reason he thought it was illegal

It was perfect, the red cape fluttering in the wind even though there was no wind at all and that it was entirely skin tight

He’d seen you in little to nothing, hello fucked you any chance he got so he really didn't know why it was getting to him so much.

He's sure it had something to do with the fact you wanted to copy how he looked

And ego boost, maybe, but he’ll just tell people that he appreciates the effort and loves that you even thought about doing something like this

But they don't know about the hours he spent later that night fucking you into the counter- costume still on

He didn't even care about the hours you put into it, all he could think about is how delectable you looked all night

Hawks<3

To say he’s obsessed with your outfits is an understatement

He's the kind of guy to want matching outfits for cute dates and taking pictures of all the clothes that he just loves in you

Ironically anything with a big beige coat- bonus for anything with feathers- and anything that was red

Noticing the pattern being shockingly similar to his daily wear, you just decided to get a version of the fit for yourself

The clothing was easy enough, a winter coat some doc martens, and a black sleeveless shirt- it was a replication of the wings you were struggling with

Damn you need to make anything you did perfect, it was frustrating, to say the least

You finally found something that can replicate wings on amazon- be it that it’s supposed to be a bdsm toy- but it worked

Oh it really worked for him

Wings that he can pull on without hurting anything? On you nonetheless? It was perfect.

He just had to take you out on a flight around the city, then of course back to your apartment where he didn't let you out of his sight for more than five seconds.

Those little wings being his favorite toy to make sure that you keep a steady pace while bouncing on his cock.

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Papa and His Baby Owls | Bokuto Kōtarō

Pairing: Bokuto X Reader (female)

Genre: fluffyyy!! Domestic dad headcanons 🥺

Author’s Note: it feels so good to be writing again after this dreadful first semester!! it honestly feels weird but I hope to be writing a lot more so I can stock up and give you all baby fever again🥰

warnings! Post time skip!! Kids!!

gif from @rivaillerose ✨

Bokuto huffed as a cool breeze blew through the neighborhood as the leaves on branches swayed in the wind, moving to the natural rhythm set by Mother Nature

With a swift motion, Bokuto unlocked the door to the front door, shutting it behind him

“Y/N, I’m home,” he called somewhat annoyed and tiredly into the seemingly normal house of the bright living room yet you were nowhere to be found

He dropped his heavy practice bag to the side where he normally did as he slid out of his outside shoes and into slippers, stripping off his team jacket and hanging it over the banister of the stairs to the basement

He heard light thuds, clicking sounds approaching from the dim living room, finding Bo, the family German Sheppard

“Hey, boy, is mama home?” He rubbed the happy doggo as Bo sat before bokuto before sinking down to the floor, turning onto his back

“Oh you want your belly rubbed, huh?” He slowly hovered his hands as they crept closer to his dog’s stomach, Bo playfully frozen on the ground yet his tail still wagging excitedly

“Oh you do!” Bokuto broke into a smile as he frantically rubbed his dog’s belly before patting him on the side

“Y/N?” He called yet you were nowhere to be found or heard or seen

He scratched the back of his head until he saw it

A clear note you had left on the table

“Hey kou, I ran to the store really quick to get something. I called and messaged you but you didn’t respond and I couldn’t wait. I should be back soon!” You signed your name with a heart and the time you left

“Hmph,” he pouted to himself wishing you were here to play with his hair, Bo rubbing against the buff wing spiker’s toned legs

He had such a bad practice today, he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong or what was happening

He ate as much as Kirby did, slept like a baby, he was pumped yet all the balls Tsumu set just went right out of bounds or barely in bound

His serves were no better as they all made it over the net except for a few that bounced over the net but they were just barely in

No matter what he did, it felt like everything was just going wrong and there was nothing he could do to change it

This upset feeling felt so nostalgic

It felt like he was in high school again with Akaashi, someone who kept up with him when others couldn’t

And then it hit him

If you weren’t here to cheer him up or Akaashi, there was someone else

In fact, two others alongside Bo, but he was always a given

He went upstairs, followed by the clicking sound of the jingling of the tags on Bo’s collar and his nails muffled clicks on the rugs over the wooden floors toward the nursery to the shared bedroom and there they were

The cribs of his baby owls

He knelt between the two cribs that stood beside each other, end to end, with Bo beside him, sitting up straight like a good boyo as the two glanced back and forth as if they shared the same brain cells at his little babies, his twins

Bokuto D/N and S/N

The sun and moon of his life that were just a month over a year old

He rest his chin on his folded arms over the corner edges where the two cribs met, his gaze softened as he glanced down at his baby owls

They were so small and they were finally here

They had been here for a little over a year

He could remember the first time you started feeling sick, the months passing as your belly swelled bigger and bigger, confirming the news the doctor had already given you two

And instead of just one angel coming into his life beside you, two flew into his life and he couldn’t have asked for a better life despite all his hardships no matter how big or small

He would always show a smile to his baby owls no matter the anguish he faced

It felt that just being here with them for these moments as they passed second by second

Thunder rumbled as a vicious wind blew, making the branch of the tree sitting in the backyard slap against the backside of the house, just beside their window

They stirred from their late afternoon naps

He could see their comfortable sleep unfolding as he peered down to themes they began to stir from the sound of the storm

Bo leaned in close to the daughter’s crib, sniffling her little curled up fist as their tiny faces contorted and turned sour as his son let out a little pouty whimper, lip quivering, followed by his daughter doin gathering same as she took short breaths, her cries beginning to get louder

His hair perked up like a dog’s ears as he looked down to his babies

He couldn’t and wouldn’t have his babies so distressed, not on his watch

Naturally with his fatherly instincts, he scooped up his babies, each on his shoulder as they cling to his shirt as they sniffled, and he stepped into one of their cribs

He laid down with the two of them on top of him

His daughter laid down and his son sat against him before his little boy moved out of his grasp in a way so that instead of laying on his father’s chest, he laid beside him

He nuzzled his damp little face into his shirt as his whines and whimpers faded to nothing

The two little twins melted into Bokuto’s loving hold, his head supported by a small pillow meant for his son

But to Bokuto, no discomfort bothered him, especially now with his baby owls

If it meant they weren’t crying, that’s what made him content

“Shh, don’t cry, I’m here, I’m here~” he sort of whisper yelled but in a loving, non-aggressive way as he rubbed his daughter’s back, looping his hand around to wipe her eye with the side of his thumb gently

His eyes fell to his son, only to find him already fast asleep, his hands still clinging to Bokuto’s shirt

His daughter did the same as she calmed down, as little hiccups made her body jolt

Bokuto hummed peacefully in the small space with his babies as the storm blew on, blowing away with it the memory of his bad practice earlier today

Nothing else mattered anymore than this moment, this space with his babies

They were so small, so innocent and pure

It amazed him that he was a father to these precious beings

His heart could never stop fluttering around them

You drove carefully through the windy road of the neighborhood until you turned to your block, finally back through the storm that only got worse when you left

It almost felt like a sign that you shouldn’t have left in the first place yet here you were back home, relieved to see Kotaro’s car already in the driveway

You slowly drove your car into the driveway past his into the garage, safe from the rain pouring down outside

As the garage shut, the bags crinkled as you walked with them in hand

You were success in your little journey to get more formula, though it was most likely the last as you were beginning to wean them off of formula to whole milk

The door opened to a dimly lit house

Although bokuto’s car was home and you could see traces of him - his shoes and bag, it sounded and felt as if no one was home besides Bo and your twins

“Kotaro?” You called

Your note clearly had been moved as you settled your bags and belongings on the kitchen table

You were normally greeted by Bo yet he was nowhere to be seen or heard, but this only confirmed that Kotaro was home

The only thing was just: where?

“Ko?” You called again, mindful of your voice projecting up the tall stairwell and echoing, disturbing, as you hoped, your twins’ nap time

“Are you in here?” You whispered as you peered into the nursery, finding it just as you left it

Or so you thought

A warm and gentle light that illuminated stars from the same wall the backs of the twins’ cribs still shined, bouncing faint stars and moons around the room

But Bo was in there

And last time you checked, you don’t remember your son having a giant foot with toes that could barely squeeze through the wooden bars of the crib

As you stepped in, Bo wagged his tail upon seeing you, while also peering back into your son’s crib in particular

Glancing down, your daughter’s crib was empty and now you weren’t surprised

It was only a matter of time before he did this

You were actually more surprised Kotaro didn’t do this earlier

Bokuto laid fast asleep in what seemed to be a very uncomfortable position for his back and neck in the crib for your son, your daughter laid out like a starfish on his chest

Her cheek squished against his collar, face nuzzled into his neck as your husband slept soundly with his mouth agape, light snores coming out

He rested his hand on her bottom, holding her close while with the other, your son clung to his father’s large forearm like a koala

Seeing Kotaro like this, it reminded you of what Akaashi told you once about what he realized whenever Kotaro was having a bad day or time

In order to make himself feel safe and secure, he curled up in small places despite his huge and broad stature

From the lack of messages and from what you heard from Hinata and Atsumu earlier, today wasn’t his best performance

But he was here

“Kotaro,” you whispered as you silently undid the latch, lowering the front gate of the crib as you knelt close

He took a semi-sharp inhale as his eyes fluttered open, mindful not to make any too sudden movements

“Welcome home,” he breathed out as he blinked slowly, looking down to his twins as they slept attached to him

“Do you wanna move them to the bed? So you don’t hurt your back or neck?” You pat your hand to his head, brushing your fingers through his soft locks, grazing your hand down the side of his face as he nuzzled himself against your touch

“It’s alright. I’m just gonna nap here for a bit with them before they’re too big for these cribs.” He leaned and kissed the palm of your hand before you took it away

“They’re not going to stay this small forever,” he mumbled as he never took his sleepy eyes off of them

“Okay, baby,” you whispered. “Sleep well, I’ll bring you a pillow,” you leaned close, pressing long kisses to his temple and cheek

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acourtofsnakes · 3 years

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Let Me Show You - Bucky Barnes x F! Reader (smut)

Gif by @buckysbarnes

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for a few months now, and the man has given you everything - literally. One night, Bucky encourages you to let go of your anxiety and let him show you just how sinful that mouth of his can truly be.

Warnings: 18+!!! Brief mention of drinking, Swearing, smut!!: Oral - f receiving, fingering, praise kink, arm kink, (Bucky kink?), unprotected PinV sex, fluff, encouragement

Word Count: 4k+ - I got carried away.

A/N: Aaahhhh, my first ever request from @kaylee-krystal I hope I did your idea justice and this is what you were hoping for. I added my own ideas for backstory and such, so I hope it’s okay 🙊thank you again, so, so much for requesting!!! I have reread this a couple times, but I’ve no doubt missed something somewhere, so apologies in advance.

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James Buchanan Barnes.

Now there was a topic you could talk about day and night.

And probably even in your sleep.

You’d been dating for a few months now, and everyday was better than the last, even it did sound cliché.

You’d met in a local Brooklyn bar, having frequented it now and then with your friends for relaxed nights out or after work drinks.

The first time you’d seen the soldier, he’d been sitting at the bar alone, brooding over a beer.

It had taken you a few moments, but you’d suddenly realised who it was.

Bucky Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier, Avenger and now often seen with Sam Wilson.

THE Bucky Barnes was sitting in your local.

And instantly he had taken your breath away.

A set of cheekbones that could cut glass with a jawline to match. Plush lips that looked irresistibly soft - and sinful.

A tangle of dark hair that was begging to have a pair of hands run through to mess it up.

You could see the broad line of his shoulders from where you were situated in the booth, and you went home that night imagining everything else about him.

The next time you saw him, it was about a week later. You were waiting for your friend to arrive and had gone up the bar to get drinks ordered.

And there he was, just like the last time.

Only now, you saw that he had a pair of gorgeous eyes, a blue like the Arctic Ocean and just as deep.

And they were settled on your face with a cheeky little smile, which only grew when you looked at him.

Moments later, you were seated next to him, lost in conversation about whether the Hobbit was better than Lord of the Rings.

After laughing at one of his jokes, he’d asked you out on a date, instantly enamoured with the way your eyes lit up like the Brooklyn Bridge and you radiated goodness.

And the rest was history.

One date fell into two, and then three, and then just like that... you were dating.

Boyfriend and girlfriend.

Picnics in Prospect Park and afternoons at the Smithsonian.

Nights watching all the movies and tv shows he still needed to catch up on and mornings where you joined him on a run.

It was beautiful. Sure, you had a few tense moments where you might disagree, or he might have a bad day where memories crept up and he lashed out, but you never backed down. Never ran from him or looked the other way. And he did the same for you. Holding you when you needed him to but firmly expressing himself if you ever went too far.

It was healthy, enriching and you had both grown so much in just a few months.

Especially in the intimacy department.

You weren’t lacking knowledge or experience, not by any means but it was just... some things you were a little uncomfortable with.

It wasn’t that you had bad memories of the past or had been hurt, it was more a personal thing.

And you had explained some of these hang-ups to Bucky, who’d taken them all in his stride and been amazing about it.

When you were in these moments, he would ask if you wanted to try something and if you said no, he respected it and moved on. And if you said yes... well. Then you got a lesson in just how good he could make you feel.

Bucky had learnt your body in no time at all and... He was mindblowingly good. He knew exactly how to make you cry out his name like a plea, a prayer and a sin all in one.

It had gotten to the point where you’d drift off in the day, your mind taking you back to the way his lips mouthed over your skin, the way his fingers arched and curled inside your walls just right to reach that spot that hard you arching from the bed all the whole those baby blues were locked onto yours, watching you fall apart with an adoring fire blazing in the blue depths.

The man only had to give you that killer smile and you’d be instantly soaked.

He was going to be the death of you one day.

“Bucky!”

The sound of his name bounced around the walls of your bedroom, high and keening as the fingers of his vibranium hand stroked your inner walls with a relentless rhythm and pleasure.

“C’mon baby, that’s it..” he mumbled the sweet nothings against your chest, his mouth pressing kisses across your hot skin, over your collarbones and breasts.

His hair tickled your neck as your tipped your head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted in pleasure.

He was working you to your second orgasm of the night already.

The man had practically pounced on you when you walked through the door of your shared apartment and you were only too willing to drop everything - underwear included - and lose a few hours.

Your hips jerked against his hand, bucking in time with his fingers. The heel of his hand was pressed to your clit, applying delicious pressure with each pass of your hips as you chased down your release, feeling it coil tighter and tighter in the base of your spine.

You slid a hand up into his hair, knotting your fingers in the silky chocolate locks “Fuck-“

God, you were so close, so, so close-

Bucky already knew, and he scissored his fingers inside you, sucking at your nipple and triggering your orgasm, gently pushing you over that edge.

Pleasure tore through your body, making your blood sing and his name bounce through the room again. Every single orgasm he gave you made your body catch fire, and you felt it from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. Through the haze, you heard his lust roughened voice, cooing those praises that only succeeded in making you come harder, “Good girl. Look at you... you look like a goddess. A fucking goddess that deserves to be worshiped every single day.” His hot breath fanned over your skin, “Make me want to do this all the time, give you everything, baby.”

He kept moving his fingers inside you, the noise filthy and almost forbidden as your slick coated his vibranium fingers. He moved and moved until you pushed lightly at his hand, the sensation almost too much.

Bucky met your eyes when they opened, and he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking at them and he moaned low at your taste, a wicked grin spreading around them when you groaned. “I’ll never get tired of this.”

Of your taste.

You let out a soft huff of a laugh, feeling your body hum still as you beheld the sight of your boyfriend sucking your juices off his fingers, all dark eyes and ruffled hair. “You will be the death of me one day, you know that right?”

His chuckle was husky and he kissed your neck gently, “Oh, I know. But you will too, so the feeling is definitely mutual, doll.”

His lips brushed over your belly button and a ripple of apprehension tickled down your spine and you struggled a little to focus on his words. “Every day since, you just blow me away. Everything you do. The way you’re so determined, the drive you have.” His kissed above your hip bone, tracing his tongue over the skin and he drew a little heart with his saliva, “You make me want to be a better person. You make me feel brave enough to make amends, to let go of my past and accept it.” His words were so heartfelt, so meaningful that they threatened to bring tears to your eyes.

But then his lips brushed lower, and you knew where this was going.

He had tried before, a couple of times now in the last few months and each time you’d stopped him.

And each time, he did so without hesitation and just moved on.

Your eyes snapped open, spine locking up, “Bucky.”

Instantly, he stopped. His head lifted as he heard the hesitancy in your voice, the apprehension, “What is it, baby? Are you okay?” His lust-blown eyes were wide, a frown between them as he looked over your face for the cause of you stopping him. He realised what he did and his face softened, “Shit, baby... I’m so sorry.” He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

Your heart was pounding through your chest and you were convinced he could hear it. “No, I’m sorry. It’s not you... I just... um..”

Oh, you wished the ground would swallow you up.

Bucky’s warm, broad hand rubbed soothingly over your thigh and he felt the tremble in your body, “Hey... relax. It’s okay, you don’t need to tell me... .”

You swallowed, shame tinting your cheeks and you stared at the ceiling light, too afraid to look at him. But he had shared so much with you... and you wanted to share this with him, “No one... no one has ever...” a cringe took over your features, “Gone down on me before.”

Silence.

Oh, god.

Your voice came out quiet, hesitant, “Bucky...?” Gathering your courage, you peered down at him.

He was staring at you, that frown still between his eyes as he looked over your face. He had his suspicions as to why you didn’t like it, but he was never sure. “Is it because... Have people refused to? Because if they have, they were not worth your time. You are beautiful, completely and utterly beautiful and deserve to have someone worship you like that.” there was a tone to his voice, like he would go and tear into anyone who refused to give you such pleasure.

Oh.

Shaking your head quickly, you sat up on your elbows, “No! No, it’s not that. They’ve asked to it’s just... me.”

It was true.

You had partners who asked to go down on you all the time but... something in you just couldn’t. You weren’t sure entirely why.

Whether it was the idea that someone would be so close... there.

What if you weren’t... pretty enough?

What if you didn’t taste good?

What if.... you did something wrong?

It had always been a bit of a hang-up, and even when your friends described how unbelievable good it felt... you just couldn’t do it.

Bucky’s eyes danced between your own, as if he could read all of this in your expression. He let go of your thigh, crawling up your body and he slide a hand around your jaw, his fingers resting behind your ear, “Baby... you have nothing to worry about. You are absolutely gorgeous, so, so beautiful. Every single thing you do, it blows my mind.” He stroke his thumb over your cheek, “You can walk to me in sweatpants and my hoodie and I’m struck dumb.”

You laughed a little despite yourself and he copied you, eyes lighting up when you did, “Having someone go down on you... it’s like the ultimate act of worshiping. You are in control. You tell me when to stop, pull me closer or push me away... On my knees for you, tasting you and taking you to that edge.” He cocked his head, “It’ll feel a little odd at first but when you’re used to it... Oh, doll, it’ll feel so good.”

His words filtered around you, moving through you.

You knew he was good at his craft, at reading your body. And you also knew he would never make you feel uncomfortable and he would always stop if you asked him to.

And god, there was a part of you that so desperately wanted to feel it, to feel someone’s tongue between your folds, moving inside you, between your thighs...

An image came to you, his dark locks nestled between your thighs, rumbling moans vibrating against you as you arched above him...

“Okay.”

He blinked, perhaps not having expected you to accept so quickly., “Are you sure? If you’re not-“

You swallows, lifting your hand to his on your cheek, “I... I want to. Show me. Show me how good it feels.”

Bucky looked deep into your eyes, checking for himself and when he seemed satisfied, he nodded gently. “Okay... Okay. If you feel uncomfortable, if it hurts or it’s too much, please tell me to stop. Use the safeword, hit the top of my head, kick me, anything. Okay?”

God, he just cared so much didn’t he.

Heart melting, you nodded again, a smile mixed of anticipation and a little bit of nervousness on your lips, “Okay. I promise.”

Sndjcidks djcocks djckc

The approach of your impending third orgasm was almost painful, the heat in your belly tightening impossibly, every single muscle in your body locking up and screaming for release.

Bucky was there, already reading it in your body and his free arm lifted from across your waist, reaching up and sliding through yours.

You tightened your fingers around his cool metal ones, your hips now free.

An instinct came over you, and you began to rock your hips against his face-

Heat and shame flushed your cheeks and you opened your mouth to apologise, to try and stop your hips from moving -

But then Bucky let out a rough moan that reverberated through your walls, through your clit and you realised - he liked it. He liked you fucking yourself on his tongue, smearing your slick over his chin and lips.

Holy fucking god.

You wanted this, you wanted this all the time, him all other time.

Bucky rubbed harder at your clit, running tight circles and his tongued slide over your folds and then speared inside you, like white hot fire. The tip of his tongue stroked that spot, that spot that he seemed to have a direct route to and then - you were falling apart.

Your orgasm barrelled down into you relentlessly, searing through your body and turning you to light and stars and something entirely ethereal.

It felt like every cell in your body exploded, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you that just didn’t end.

Bucky took it all, took every ride of your hips, every clench of your thighs around his head and he worked you through it, tongue lapping up your juices like a man starved as you came apart above him.

He didn’t let you go, holding you steady in the whirlpool of pure sensation as you ever so slowly came down back to Earth.

You panted softly, your eyes slowly opening to the familiar ceiling of your bedroom.

Fucking hell.

Fucking. Hell.

A stunned laugh escaped your lips and you unclenched your fingers from Bucky’s hair, rubbing over your face.

He pressed soft kisses to your thighs, trailing up your body and then lightly pressing his lips to yours.

You could taste yourself on him, and it was intimate and a little filthy and god - you loved it. You loved him.

Kissing him back with equal fervour, you couldn’t stop grinning.

Bucky matched your wide smile, his body held up over yours and he brushed back your damp hair, “How do you feel?” Always looking out for you. He pulled away gently from your lips, trailing his mouth over your jaw.

You chuckled again, breathlessly, “I feel... amazing. Like my body is singing.” You shook your head just slightly in awe, “I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without that. You’re fucking good...”

You felt his shit-eating grin against your jaw, his teeth lightly nip your skin, “See... I told you. You deserve to be worshipped, baby. And I plan on doing it again and again, on my knees, under you, over you... like the goddess you are.” He brushed his lips over the shell of your ear, his voice a rough, husky whisper, “And I plan to carry on right now.”

The rest of the night fell away as he slipped back inside you effortlessly, and you climbed to the sky together again and again, and all you could think was... This was it.

You’d only been with him for a few months but in that time he had shown you more than anyone ever had. He had lovingly and carefully peeled back your layers and revealed such a shining light beneath, the light that had always been there and he had seen since that first meeting.

You wanted this forever, all the time. His love, his trust...

And his lips and tongue.

#my first ever request 🥺#oh god I hope this is okay #*nervously waits*#you just know I had to put the vibranium arm in there #look we all have an arm kink and that’s okay #we are nurturing not shaming #Bucky barnes smut #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes x reader smut #Sebastian stan x reader

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Show Me [Part 1/2]

Summary: Spencer finds out his girlfriend’s a virgin. But she wants him to change that.

A/N: This is an anon request that I loved writing. This is Part 1 and I’m working on Part 2 right now! If you like this and wanna read some more of my stuff check out my Masterlist, or my series, I’m On Fire.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Mostly smut, and a lil fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hair pulling, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3k

Request: “Omg I’ve just found your account, you’re an amazing writer! If you’re taking requests, could you write something with virgin!reader and like season 13/14 Spencer?”

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They’ve never had sex.

They’ve kissed though. They’ve kissed so much it made Spencer feel like a teenager, well what he assumed it was like to be a regular teenager.

They’d kiss everywhere they could, in his bed, in her bed, in his kitchen, in the car, in hotel rooms, one time in a supply closet at the BAU. But mostly they ended up on Spencer’s couch. The first time they did anything more than just kissing was on Spencer’s couch, it wasn’t exactly planned it just, happened.

They were making out and she was lying beneath him, there was a sort of comfort in the feeling of his weight on top of her, keeping her fixed beneath him. She’d worn a pretty short dress for their date earlier, one she knew Spencer liked, but after all of the squirming and moving it just sort of rode up.

She didn’t feel it happening but when Spencer came up for air and looked down at her, all he could see was the skirt of her dress, bunched up around her waist, and the little pink panties she had on underneath, absolutely soaking wet.

He let out a small chuckle, looking back up at her, “Have you been wet this entire time?” he smirked.

She doesn’t think too hard about it. She’s so turned on by the way he looks right now, his hooded eyes and his softly parted pink lips are so distracting that she forgets he’s never seen her like this before and she nods.

“Mmhmm” she hums, and bites her lip in anticipation of his next move.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, soft and gentle and she nods again, a little too shy to do much else.

He starts by touching her above her underwear, pushing against the cotton, moving it around between her folds with one finger. She was already moaning and writhing beneath him with that simple touch.

When he tucked a finger inside of her panties he shouldn’t have been shocked but he was. She was so wet, almost screaming in pleasure below him and he’d only grazed her clit once or twice. He thought she might combust when he sunk just one finger into her and she was so tight and clenched around the digit. Squirming even when he was motionless inside of her.

It wouldn’t have taken long to actually make her cum, that was obvious. But he was having so much fun with it that he decided to drag this out for as long as he could. Bringing her to the edge over and over until she was literally begging him for release. By the end of it she was completely spent, her arousal coating her thighs, his hands, and a little of the couch. He took off her panties and stashed them in his pocket and she really wished she didn’t find that quite as hot as she did.

He doesn’t want to test her limits again right away, he wants her to come to him when she's ready. But it doesn’t happen again for a while. They go back to their usual dance, making out like teenagers, sometimes for hours until the point when one of them has to leave, or sleep, or they’re both called away on a case.

It’s not until a whole month has passed that things change again.

Y/N sneaks into Spencer’s room one night while they’re out on a case. He’s a little shocked to see her but he’s happy none the less. What’s shocking him more than anything is the skimpy little nightdress she’s got on, and how more notably it seems like she’s not wearing a bra underneath it.

“What are you doing?” he asks when he opens the door to her, and what he wants to say is ‘you can’t be out in the halls looking like this’, and what he really means by that is, ‘you can’t be in my room looking like this because I’ll never recover’.

“Can I come in?” she asks softly, and almost a little worried, so he steps aside to let her in.

They sit on the edge of his bed, her posture is rigid as she sits, and she takes in a deep breath before she speaks again.

“Do you like the way that I look?” she asks, tentative, and his heart just about breaks. Of course he did. He had since the second he laid eyes on her.

“Yes, oh my god. You’re the prettiest girl I think I’ve ever seen?” he rushes out, his hand reaching out to touch her bare shoulder in a comforting gesture. But she doesn’t look relieved or satisfied by the admission.

“But do you—” she braces herself, “do you think I'm sexy?”

He’s got no idea what’s happening, if she didn’t look so serious he’d think this was some kind of joke. “Are you serious?” he gasps, “Are you kidding me?” he hops off the bed and sinks to his knees in front of her.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky. You’re the prettiest, sexiest, woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” he tries to reassure, placing his hands on her knees and looking up at her.

“Then why don’t we—” she’s not even sure what she’s trying to ask, “Why do we only kiss? Don’t you want to...” she trails off, and there’s something endearing about the way she can’t even seem to bring herself to say any explicit words out loud.

“Don’t I want to sleep with you?” he guesses, knowing it’s the right answer, “Y/N, I want to sleep with you so, so badly. I think about it all the time.” he confesses and her eyes blow wide.

“You do?”

He nods eagerly, “All. The. Time.” he emphasizes, “When you play with your hair in work, when you fall asleep on my lap while we’re watching a movie, when you kiss me for hours, when you bite your lip while you’re concentrating, when you wear that little navy pencil skirt, when you show up to my hotel room dressed like this” he gestures to her nightdress, “or when I think about your little pink panties in the top drawer of my nightstand” he whispers the last part.

“I just thought…” she searches for the end of the sentence, “I thought you didn’t want to?” she pouts.

“I thought you weren’t ready” he says it so earnest, and he means it. He’d never want to make her feel like it wasn’t her choice.

“I haven’t— I’ve never— I’m a virgin Spencer.” she confesses, and she doesn’t look at him while she does, too shy from the admission.

“That’s okay” he moves his hands up to grab hers gently, gazing up at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do”

“But I want to, with you” she looks at him now and her gaze is so soft that he melts.

“I want to as well. But not here.” he sits back up on the bed next to her, “It shouldn’t be in some cheap motel with our co-workers down the hall. We can do it at my place, or yours, or we could book an actual nice hotel room in the city somewhere? Whatever you want.” she nods at him and smiles.

“I’d like that a lot” she looks happy now, content and relieved, “but could we maybe still do something now?”

He’s taken aback completely, “Did you have something in mind?”

She looks shy again, and he has to coax it out of her, squeezing her hands in his and giving her an encouraging kiss on the cheek.

“When you touched me on your couch that time. I wanted to do something for you, but I wasn’t sure— I didn’t want to get it wrong so I just chickened out” she admits.

“What did you want to do?” he pries gently.

“I wanted to use my mouth” she breaks eye contact when she speaks. He can’t take it anymore so he tilts her head softly with one of his hands so she has to look directly at him again.

“You wanted to use your mouth on what?” he’s doing it on purpose to get her out of her shell.

“On your— on your cock” she whispers out like she's embarrassed to even say it at full volume.

“You wanted to suck my cock?” he asks and she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she nods.

“Please?” she asks, and he never thought he'd have a girl this beautiful asking him if she could ‘please’ suck his cock. How did he get this lucky?

“Only if you want to”

“I really do” she volunteers, “but I need you to tell me… how?”

“So you’ve never done it before?” he asks, he’s been aware she was a virgin but he’s got no idea what she had or hadn’t done before. She shakes her head.

“When you, touched me, that was the first time anyone other than me had well…”

“And you’ve never touched anyone else?” he asks, soft and sweet, rubbing his thumb over and back on the top of her hand.

“I have.” she says, “With other boys when I was younger but never anything more”

“Okay” he says encouraging.

“How do we start?” she looks less nervous now that it’s all out in the open.

“Like we always do” he breaks out in a smile as he leans in to kiss her. Her lips are so soft against his, perfect as always.

He pulls her toward him and parts their lips long enough to tell her to sit on his lap. She obliges, she loves to sit like this while they kiss, he knows that too. Sitting this way she can feel him as he starts to grow hard beneath her, only the thin fabric of his boxers keeping him from her.

His hands hold onto her thighs, digging his fingernails into the sides of them as she moans into his mouth. He chances moving one of his hands up her side, and as he hovers it above her chest he breaks apart from her for just a moment. “Can I?” he asks, and she nods before he places a hand on her breast over the fabric of her nightdress. And he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He couldn't stop himself from bringing the other hand up so he could cup both breasts. Massaging and kneading them, feeling her nipples begin to harden and stand out from the satin fabric.

She grinds down against him momentarily and her eyes grow wide. “Are you?” she looks down between them, clearly feeling him.

“I’m hard Y/N” he says softly, and she looks almost giddy.

“I’m ready” she breathes out and swings off his lap, taking charge now that she’d worked up some confidence. It’s not like she had no idea what to do. She’s watched porn, she’s read a few things about it, but she also knew there was no way to really know what it was like without actually doing it.

She kneels down in front of him, pulling apart his knees so that she can nestle down in between them. She’s the one that pulls down the waistband of his boxers, just far enough so that she can pull his cock out.

She feels stupid in a way. She hadn’t given much thought to how it would look but it was different to what she’d anticipated. It was flushed pink, and leaking from the tip. And it was bigger, or thicker maybe, than she’d been expecting. She had a vibrator at home and it didn’t look like this. For one thing it was purple, but it was also smaller than this. For a moment she's nervous before she realizes that this is Spencer. And she could never feel nervous with him.

“Is everything alright? If you’ve changed your mind—” he starts and she shakes her head probably a bit too vigorously.

“No! It’s just— bigger, than I was expecting” she says holding it loosely in her hand.

“Oh” he says, unable to his his surprise, “thank you?” She giggles at him, unaware she’d actually been paying him a compliment.

“What do you like?” She asks, peering up at him and fluttering her eyelashes like she’d done this a million times before.

“Well, um,” he’s the one with the shaky breath now, and he’s not sure when he got so nervous, “I guess if you lick it first, that always feels good” he’s barely got the sentence out and she’s on him. Licking a long stripe up the underside of his cock, right along the vein, reaching the tip and swiping up the pre-cum leaking from the slit there. He’s got to struggle not to throw his head back in pleasure instantly, he wants to see it, wants to watch all of it.

She takes her mouth off of him and looks up with those doe eyes again, and now that he’s looking he can see down her nightdress. He’s got a perfect view of her perky nipples, turned on beneath the fabric and his dick twitches at the sight.

“Like that?” she pulls off him to ask, and he can barely breathe.

“Fuck Y/N! Exactly like that” he groans, chest heaving, his hands clawing at the duvet.

She smiles up at him, “and then what?”

“Uh, take it in your mouth, you don't have to take it the whole way down, just as far as you feel comfortable with” he assures her, trying to steady out his breathing. He doesn’t want her to gag or anything. “then just use your hands for the rest.”

She nods, thinking for a moment before bringing her mouth back down to him. This time she licks him again, all the way up and around the tip, just a little slower than before. Then she wraps her plush lips around the head of his cock. He moans louder than he meant to as she starts to sink down on him, further and further, taking him in inch by inch.

She didn't quite get the whole way down but she got way further than he thought she would. Taking in as much of him as she could she began to rise up again. It took a little adjusting to make sure she was breathing in and out through her nose, but once she got the hang of it she began to pick up the pace.

Sliding up and down against him, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth was almost too much. He’d gotten himself off to thoughts of her for months now and it just didn’t compare. Not by a long shot, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

She stopped after another minute and looked up at him, “Is it okay? Does it feel good?” she asks, unsure.

“Jesus, fuck. Y/N, it feels so good. You feel so good” he gasps and she looks delighted.

“Would you, maybe, put your hands in my hair?” she asks, a little nervous, and he’s shocked for what feels like the 100th time this evening, “I like how it feels” she says, shy and unsure. So he sits forward, leaning down a little so he can take her face in his hands.

“How did I get so lucky?” he plants a kiss on her lips and moves his hands from the side of her face into her hair. Gathering it up into a ponytail and gripping it firmly. She lowers down again, wrapping her lips around the head once more and sinking down. Bolstered by his compliments and ignoring her nerves she forces herself to sink further down on him this time. Taking him as deep as she possibly can until she can feel him hit the back of her throat for the briefest moment before she has to pull back.

But the strangled moan that he lets out when she’s got him that far down is so gorgeous that it might be the only noise she ever wants to hear again.

He pulls at her hair roughly as she starts to move faster and faster, and she moans at the feeling. The vibrations she creates around his cock just make him pull even harder, letting out some of the pent up tension.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close. You can stop.” he forces out with shallow breaths, but she doesn’t budge. He tries to pull her off him using his grip on her hair but she resists, and she just keeps on moving. Up and down his length, taking down as much of him as possible on each stroke.

“Fuckkkk” he moans out as he releases, and he can feel it pumping into her throat as she swallows around him.

When she pulls off, and she’s looking up to him for approval, her eyes wide, her lips and chin coated in spit and cum as it drips down, he knows without a doubt that she’s the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Was that okay?” she asks hopeful.

“Was that okay?” he rushes out in disbelief, “Get up here.” he helps her off her knees and pulls her onto his lap again, holding her close. “I can’t believe you.” he shakes his head and pulls her in for a sloppy kiss, he can taste himself on her tongue as they mold together.

“That was perfect, beyond perfect, fuck” he wipes her chin with his thumb, it doesn’t do much but it’s a gesture.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, brushing her hair back with his hands, and she’s just looking at him, beaming.

“I liked it” she says, like she can’t really believe just how much she enjoyed herself, “I can’t wait to learn more.”

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"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him.

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life.

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though"

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time"

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing...

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs.

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment.

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey.

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else"

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine.

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine"

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin.

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste"

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive.

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating.

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun.

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl"

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?"

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in.

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…"

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast.

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked.

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge.

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway.

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…"

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it.

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK"

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years

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Under the Floorboards Part: X

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

First Part: Pt. I

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Content Warning: Itty Bitty Spice Ahead! Please be wary I will let you know when it stops and starts so you can skip!

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You never thought you would want kids of your own, adopting already children was completely fine but when it came to having your own you weren't too sure. However, you do know what it might be like to have a baby, that is to say, your injured husband was basically an overgrown baby. Ultimately it was your fault, the man kept pulling his stitches trying to do anything, which made both you and Ranboo frustrated as hell. Technoblade just couldn't sit still and it was driving you mad, you'd scold him and much like a child he'd pout and tell you no. After the fourth time pulling the stitches while he was trying to tame a polar bear, you had bound him to the bed. Not physically, of course, but if you saw him out of bed you'd usher him back in with whatever bribes that were needed to convince. Technoblade was understandably not happy with this development, but the brides always seemed to work, if they didn't you'd pull out the big guns. Appealing to the voices always seemed to work without fail, whether it be only referring to them or ignoring him completely they always got him to shut up and sit down. At the end of the third week, he seemed to be so used to your constant attention and nurse-like tenderness that whenever you weren't fully tending to him he had a tantrum. You tried to be patient, especially because it was partially your fault he was injured in the first place, but you couldn't help but get annoyed at his clinginess.

"Techno. Baby, you have to let go of me." His arms were wrapped securely around your waist, you both were sitting on a small cot by the fire. You allowed him to get out of bed sometimes okay, you weren't a monster; so long as he wasn't out fighting monsters and blowing up nations. He let out a deep purr and buried his head in your chest,

"No, I don't think I will," He mused a smirk evident in his voice although you couldn't see his face. You tsked softly, running your fingers through his hair,

"Tech?"

"Hm."

"Let go of me or I will take a pair of scissors to your hair." His hands immediately released their hold on you, he pulled away from your warm body, a pout etched across his features. "Thank you, my love," You kissed his forehead and he relaxed just slightly. "You think you can make it to the kitchen on your own for some lunch?" You gave a tilt to your head and Technoblade smiled softly,

"I'll head there in a few minutes, I wanna try and clean up on my own first, I feel gross." Technoblade sat up with a wince his bandages needed cleaning, he gave his neck a crack to shake away any residual pain. He stood up letting the blankets slide down his body; his hair had been perpetually tied up in a messy bun; his stubble was also slightly overgrown. He needed a makeover desperately, the voices were very much in agreement when he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror. Steve, the polar bear Techno adopted, grunted as he felt Technoblade move. Technoblade watched you coo at the bear and kissed the top of his fuzzy head, for someone who was so mad he adopted him. You sure acted like the bear was your new best friend, especially considering you let the bear sleep in the bed with the both of you.

"Alright, any lunch requests?"

"Anything you desire," He gently rubbed his chin against your cheek and your nose scrunched up at the feeling.

"You're prickly."

"Good or bad?"

"Well, you're hot with the stubble. So I guess a little beard is a good thing," You scratched under his chin and he purred loudly.

'We are never shaving again are we in agreement on that? Yes, obviously. Anything for her.'

"Now shoo," You ushered him towards the bathroom he slid inside with a dopey smile. He heard you call Steve over to you making sure he was just as fed like any other person in your band of misfits. Once you were officially in the kitchen was when Technoblade got a good look at himself for the first time in weeks. He was right in assuming his facial hair definitely needed at least a trim, his hair probably could use one as well now that he thought about it. He undid the bun and let his hair fall over his shoulders, at this point, it reached his mid-back. It was a bit tangled and didn't feel as soft as it usually did, he was sick of it. Technoblade picked up his trusty bathroom sword and held it in his hands, he turned the sharp blade over in his hands a few times in contemplation. Technoblade moved and placed it on the edge of the sink, he moved his hair to the front of his chest, taking the sword in another hand and slicing through his pink locks. They fluttered to the floor and his eyes drifted back over to the mirror, his hair now came down just below his shoulders. He ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair, ruffling it up just a little, he liked the new look. Technoblade tossed his loose shirt on the floor and gently removed his bandages, he didn't even bother looking at his wound, it was just another scar to add to the hundreds littering his body. However, this one he was okay acquiring, he got it protecting you, the women he loved, from Dream. He smiled softly as the smell of food wafted through the house from downstairs.

He'd never truly get used to your domesticity.

Technoblade's pants were next as he turned on the shower, he slid into the water once it warmed up to the appropriate temperature. He let the water cascade down his face, it stung his fresh wound but it felt good to finally feel clean and fresh. The shower went much faster than usual now that he didn't have all that hair to wash. After the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist, it hung low on his hips as he shook out his wet hair much like a dog. He decided to stick a little braid in his hair just so he could add a little flair, a knock sounded on the door and he met his own eyes in the mirror. The door opened with a soft creak and you were standing in the doorway with a smile. He flushed when you let out a low whistle,

"Didn't mean to disturb you, hot stuff." You winked and he gave you a sharp look to cover up his embarrassment. "What's that for? We literally have seen one another naked like a million times," You snickered your smile turning fond as you drank in his body.

"Hey. My eyes are up here Princess," He mused grabbing your chin to make you look in his eyes. Now it was your turn to flush and he smirked devilishly, "I'm glad you like what you see." You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair playing with the freshly cut ends,

"You cut your hair." You murmured still mesmerized by Technoblade's red eyes, he hummed softly staring at your beautiful features. "It looks amazing, I love it, and I love you," You spoke tenderly hands running down his chest.

"I love you too Princess," Technoblade murmured trying to ignore the roaring voices in the back of his mind. They were pleading with him to kiss her, mark her up and go feral on his wife. He took in a shaky breath and you frowned, "the voices," he let out a deep chuckle, "they love you."

SPICE

"I love them too. So listen to them and kiss me already." You yanked him close using the top of his towel, he made an embarrassing noise when his towel began to slip, he felt like praying when it stayed up by some grace of God. Your lips crashed together and he let out a breathy sigh relaxing into your blistering kiss, his hands landed on your hips and he squeezed them tightly. Technoblade nipped at your mouth, his tusks brushing against your upper lip, and you made a soft sound in the back of your throat when you felt them make contact. It made Techno and the voices preen in delight as he pushed you against the wall of your bathroom, his big hands sliding up the bottom of your shirt. He felt your hands tug at the hair by his scalp and he let out a deep groan,

'Neck. Bite her neck. Leave a mark, leave many! We don't care, do something. Please Technoblade listen to us!'

Technoblade growled under his breath as he attacked your neck, you let your head fall back against the wall. You let out a little sound of your own, and he purred deeply pleased by your reactivity.

'She'd make such a good mother.'

SPICE OVER

Technoblade's eyes snapped open and he pulled away from your neck, you let out a deep whine of protest. You reached out to him, hands falling on the back of his neck, chest heaving deeply. That thought intermixed with the wishes of the voices, you a mother? Him a father? The thought shook him to the very core no matter how much his body liked the thought.

"Bubs...?" You asked drearily, eyes blinking as you came down from your mini-high, "You okay?"

"Fine." Technoblade cleared his throat, his ears red and he refused to meet his wife's eyes, you frowned in concern.

"Too much?"

"Sorry," Technoblade murmured sheepishly and you shook your head, pinching the warrior's cheek.

"Don't apologize for that, I'm a big girl." You laughed softly kissing the tip of his nose, "I wanted to tell you lunch was ready before you rudely interrupted me."

"Eh? Rudely?" He huffed as you moved away from the wall, a teasing grin on your lips, he watched you walk away with a swing of your hips and he groaned in distress. Technoblade gathered himself together and got changed, as he came down the ladder to see you wearing a little apron and had lunch set up on the counter. His heart stopped in his chest, you were just too cute and domestic, "meat and potatoes?" He piped up sniffing the air as he sat down at the table you nodded happily.

"I know it's your favorite. I thought you deserved it after everything," You hummed softly cupping his cheek before sitting down across from him. Technoblade raised a hard eyebrow and clicked his tongue,

"It was nothing, just a flesh wound." Technoblade waved you off digging into his meal, "I meant it when I said I'd kill for you."

"I know you would, and believe me that is so hot. Even so, I'd be lost without you, so I just want to thank you." You bit your lip fiddling with the lace of your apron, "I'll never be able to repay you."

Technoblade put his fork down and huffed, "Stop talking nonsense Princess, got that? You're my wife now you don't need to repay me for anything." You looked at your lap and smiled shyly, "I love you."

"I love you more."

He scoffed with a fond eye roll but didn't argue with you, instead choosing to focus on his meal. Technoblade looked up at you as you finished up your food, with a soft hum he tilted his head to the side, "Princess?"

"What's up bubs?"

"We should do some trading in the Nether, before you say no, it's an easy enough adventure where I won't get hurt. We just wear some gold, and we'll be in and out." He watched your eyebrow twitch, "I will go with or without you. Just so you know." You flicked some potato at him which he scoffed at with an eye roll,

"Fine. We can go, but no fighting anything got that," You pointed a stern finger at him, Technoblade scoffed but agreed nonetheless. You both got adorned in your finest gold and Technoblade couldn't help but grab your neck, tilting your head upwards to swallow your lips with a kiss. You giggled softly as you both walked towards the Nether, his tail was wrapped around your waist as he glared at anything with a pulse. When you wore gold, his piglin protectiveness won over his usual aloof self. He couldn't stop glancing at the gold wedding band on your hand as you entered the portal, the piglin's heads already were paying attention to the newcomers. Techno let out a low growl underneath his breath and at least some of them seemed to get the picture, Techno split his gold bricks with you and the two of you parted. Oddly enough, Technoblade was having difficulty finding anyone to trade with him, they'd huff and tell him to get lost in piglin and that rubbed him the wrong way. He only ended up getting a few pearls and some soul sand, Technoblade moved to find his wife only to see you surrounded by a horde of his brethren. His jaw tensed as he saw you flush as a piglin desperately handed you some netherite, you thanked them softly and their squeals increased happily. They were complimenting you in piglin not that you would understand them, gushing about how pretty you were and how good you looked dripping in gold. Technoblade and the voices weren't amused. His brow furrowed as the voices demanded blood, he tried to march over but he was practically shoved out of the way when they saw him trying to get closer to you. Technoblade snarled at their advancements, his hand twitching at his sword just itching to grab at it and spill their blood, but he couldn't risk hurting you in the process.

Couldn't they smell him all over you? Did they just not care that you were his?

Before the Blade could do anything too rash you picked up your head and locked eyes with him, a beaming smile coming across your features.

"Technoblade!" You called throwing your hand in the air and waving it frantically, "Come here! They're being super kind!" The piglin's all turned their heads to face Technoblade, out of reflex his shifted into his pig form and walked over to you. This time, his brethren cleared a path for him to get through, He pulled you against his chest protectively, he buried his nose in your neck glaring at anyone who dared come close to his wife. Much to Techno's relief they all looked unhappy with the development and walked away from you, to which you pouted at, "You scared them away you big grump."

"Good I don't like them touching what's mine," he spoke calmly which caused you to flush red,

"We were just trading Tech," You spoke shyly motioning to all the valuables you collected. He nodded against your neck about to say something else but he growled deep in his throat instead and tightened his grip on your waist. A baby piglin, with a shining red eye, was holding up a gold ingot towards your person, you cooed fondly. The baby seemed unperturbed by Technoblade's looming appearance and attitude, "Hi baby! Do you want to trade?" The piglin nodded rapidly puffing out their little cheeks, your heart melted in your chest. "Tech let me go," You whined, "I wanna trade with the baby."

"No." He huffed, grumbling in his throat, "Don't want you to." The baby glared at him, stomping his little hoof, holding out the ingot higher. "Get out of here before I punt you, kid," He bared his teeth. The brave kid once more wasn't fazed instead he glared right back at Technoblade making a small snarl of his own. He had his own pair of tusks that were just starting to appear on his bottom lip and you gave a little squeal and Technoblade glared at you, "Don't coo at it!"

"He's so cute though!" You argued, finally squirming out of his hold, you knelt in front of the excited piglin, he handed you the gold ingot excitedly, you examined it carefully. Technoblade huffed at you entertaining the young piglin, you pocketed the gold and handed the piglin a poppy. His single eye widened considerably as he took the flower from your hands, you figured you'd give him something from the overworld. He looked shell shocked as he oinked happily wrapping you in a little hug, "Aw you're so welcome buddy!" You giggled fondly brushing the tufts of fur on his head, you plucked the poppy from his hands and placed it behind his ear. The piglin touched the flower lightly before scurrying down a nearby cobblestone pathway, "Bye little guy!" You called out a sad smile appearing on your face, Technoblade narrowed his eyes. He knew that look, you had the look when you'd look at the other children on the server.

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" You blinked looking up at him, "do you mean- oh Jesus Technoblade I'm not going to kidnap a child."

"Or adopt it! It could be an orphan. We know how I feel about those," He pointed a finger in your direction, you rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Babe we're both orphans-"

"Sorry is that a Ghast? I can't hear you gotta fight it to protect you."

"You piece of shit." You scoffed as Technoblade picked up his bag from his last location and walked off, in the direction of said Ghast. "No fighting Ghasts! You promised!" You chased after him once you came to that realization, "Technoblade!"

Eventually, you caught up with your husband and scolded him for his recklessness, he only snickered at your mother henning. As the both of you stepped back through the portal Technoblade shifted back to his regular form, he took your hand and led you back to your little cabin. Normally Technoblade would use his trident trick to get home, but you were with him and wanted to walk by your side, considering you didn't have a trident...yet. He noticed his mailbox had footprints in front of the box, his brows furrowed, who was in his domain.

"Head inside Princess, I'll join you in a minute." Technoblade kissed your cheek softly, you gave a little nod. As Technoblade walked over to the mailbox and opened it, inside was a deep scarlet letter with a seal on the front. His nose scrunched up in distaste, he grabbed a small knife from his pocket and tore the letter open. The letter inside the envelope was a lighter shade of red, the note was from BadBoyHalo saying he had some business he'd like to discuss with himself and his wife. That immediately didn't sit right with Techno, it set off a ton of red alarms in his head. What did BadBoyHalo need to talk to you about? Technoblade kissed his teeth, he supposed this meeting would be alright so long as he was with you and could protect you and your mind from whatever the demon man was planning. What stirred him out of his thoughts was a slight movement in his bag, his entire body stilled and he slipped his bag off, tossing it into the snow. His bag squealed in distress and he pulled his sword off his body and aimed it at the bag. Technoblade must've been so distracted by you, and the letter in the mailbox, he must've missed the little movements in his bag. He gritted his teeth and snarled deeply, the first thing he noticed was bright pink piglin ears, popping out of his bag, then a bright red poppy. It was the baby piglin who had taken a liking to you earlier, his sword lowered a little bit as his eyes looked up and locked with Technoblades.

It reminded him of how Phil found Technoblade when he was a kid.

His Piglin was a bit rusty, especially his piglin for young kids but he tried his best to communicate with the young boy as he sat upon his knees. He was shivering a little not used to the drastic temperature change.

"What are you doing here kid?" He asked in rough piglin, which to anyone listening would just sound like grunts and squeals. The boy marveled at Techno and that he could speak his language it seemed,

"I want to be with the nice lady."

Technoblade furrowed his brows, a frown etching across his features, "You can't stay here." The kid didn't like that as he glared up at the taller hybrid, "You have a family in the Nether?"

"No." He huffed out with a rapid shake of his head, Technoblade inwardly cursed before picking up the Piglin by the scruff of his neck. He let out a few grunts of protest trying to attack Technoblade's hand as he dragged him into your shared home.

"(Y/n)! Get in here!" He shouted a small clip evident in his voice showing his frustration in his tone. You slid down the ladder in one fell swoop, Steve was by your side growling ferociously at the intruder in Technoblade's hands.

Good to know he could trust Steve to protect you.

"What's wrong? Where's the fire?" You already asked, ready for a fight, Technoblade almost swooned, almost. "Um...bubs is that a child?"

"It's not a child! It's the child!" He held him up higher to show off the poppy in his fur behind his ear, "Look what you did now it's attached to you!"

"Don't be mean!" You scolded your lover taking the kid from his hand, he automatically buried his head in the side of your neck. "Hey, buddy, what's going on huh?"

"He said he didn't have a family. He's attached to you now, therefore making him your problem." He watched you side-eyed him, giving him a very clear dirty look, "He doesn't have a name either." You ran your fingers through the top of the young boy's fur, rolling your lip between your bottom teeth in thought.

"Let's call him Aether." You looked over at Technoblade a teasing smile appearing on your face, "we'll build him a little secret room to keep him safe."

"Aether...Like the god of light and the sky? Isn't that ironic- wait...HEH, what do you mean his own room?" Technoblade blinked rapidly as you slid down the ladder into the basement, "Princess, get back here this conversation is not over!" He chased after you, and with a huff, Steve began to follow the both of you, too curious to just ignore the baby in your arms.

"We can re-purpose Tommy's old room! Fix it up after someone blew it up." You gushed as the piglin squealed in your arms approvingly, "we'll decorate it just how you like it, I'll even paint the walls."

"He's NOT our son (Y/N)-"

"Maybe not our son but he's MY son."

Why did that make Technoblade feel a million times worse? Is this how Phil's wife felt when she was alive when Phil tried to take him in from the Nether.

"I'm not leaving him to fend for himself, especially because he sought us out," You whispered tenderly, "It doesn't sit right with me Tech...please." Technoblade watched you look up at him through big sad eyes, "you don't have to be a parental figure if you don't want to, I won't force that role on you. But I want to take care of Aether, least till he's old enough to officially fend for himself."

Technoblade chose not to correct you that he was already capable of fighting his own battles.

"Fine." He relented with a loud sigh, "just don't get him killed. I don't want to deal with you being upset over a dumb orphan."

"Not dumb." You huffed nudging him in the side, "but thank you." He felt your lips brush the corner of his mouth and he visibly relaxed. "I promise I won't bother you with him either, he'll be my responsibility." You assured Aether grunted in your hold almost like he was in agreement with that plan. Technoblade glared at the child and huffed,

"He better not be," Technoblade said as if to promise himself that he would not get attached to the piglin in your arms that looked so much like your son it filled him with warmth. Steam exited his nose in frustration, and you gave him a gentle pat on the cheek, "I'll talk to Phil about getting him some warmer clothes, but that doesn't mean I like him." The smile on your face was almost worth discussing this child with Phil, but only almost, you gently placed Aether on a spare bed by Bob.

"For now," You ruffled his pink fur "You'll stay down here. If you need anything just call me okay? We'll get you a walkie-talkie you can decorate with some stickers." Technoblade groaned from behind you, he had to gather materials for another radio, for a baby. Aether nodded excitedly and snuggled against the soft covers of the bed, you kissed the top of his eye socket. Steve nuzzled Aether's hand and he gently rubbed the top of the polar bear's head, Steve seemed to dub the Piglin acceptable and rested his face on the edge of his bed. "Good boy Steve, watch out for my boy." You headed back up the ladder Technoblade followed behind you wearily, Phil was going to make fun of him for this, the old man was going to call him soft.

Marriage has made him soft and a shameful part of him liked that feeling of domesticity. He swallowed thickly glancing over at your bright smile, you turned towards him and figured the letter in his pocket could wait a few more days.

"I'm going to send a letter to Phil, so he can grab clothes for the orphan on his way back." Technoblade sighed softly rubbing the bridge of his nose, which caused the smile to slip off of your face.

'Apologize to her right now. It's a kid how hard can it really be? You can handle it, he makes her happy. But it's an orphan and it smells. Yeah, like the Nether and smoke. So does Technoblade.'

He huffed at the voices mentally flipping them off, before lifting his hand and placing it on the top of your head. He watched you look up at him through long lashes and (e/c) eyes, "I guess it's not that big of a deal you nerd. So don't get all frowny at me, okay? We'll keep the kid safe." The smile reappeared and he let out a sigh of relief he didn't realize he was holding in,

"You do care," you cooed fondly and his heart squeezed in his chest. "You're gonna be Aether's dad just you wait."

"Yeah, maybe when pigs fly."

"Tech-"

"Don't say anything," his face turned red, "you know what I meant." You giggled and kissed his cheek, he walked over to the window and sent a crow out for Phil. He jolted feeling your hands on his back running up and down, you slid in front of him.

"Thank you, for all you do for me." Your soft lips traveled across his cheek and onto his lips, "Let me repay you." He felt the tips of your fingers grab at his chin, his eyes dropped closed, tail wrapping around your waist to pull you flush.

"Oh?"

"Hmhm," You purred out as you pressed your foreheads together, you both screamed however when a loud slam sounded against the door. It was thrown open moments after Phil was standing in the doorway, wings ruffled and crows screaming behind him.

"What the FUCK do you mean you have a child! (Y/n) was pregnant?! Since when?! What the fuck!"

"Miscommunication!" Technoblade shouted flush coming across his face, "The crows twisted my words! Last time I rely on them to relay a message!" You burst into hysterical laughter falling against Technoblade's chest,

"This is not funny!" Both Phil and Technoblade said simultaneously, both equally confused and flustered. Phil got here so fast it was ridiculous and judging by the bag on his back he came fully prepared with clothing and all.

"I adopted a piglin from the Nether, he hid in my stuff, you thought I was pregnant?" You were cackling holding your stomach, "Phil what the fuck!"

"What?" He sputtered flabbergasted, "it's not like you both aren't fucking! You smell like him constantly, you can't blame me for jumping to conclusions."

"You saw me yesterday! You have a son!"

"Shut the fuck up! I panicked!" Phil threw the bag at you and you caught it in your arms, still snickering. Meanwhile, Technoblade was still recovering from Phil's scare, "I just...got some of Wilbur's old clothes. Some old toys as well, whatever I could find."

"Thank you, grandpa," You teased to which he turned slightly red, Technoblade glared in your direction.

"He's not grandpa."

"I can be," Phil added raising his finger in the air, Technoblade gaped at him,

"Don't encourage her!" You laughed tossing the bag in Technoblade's general direction, his fast reflexes allowed him to catch the bag. "What are you expecting me to do with this?"

"Go give it to him," He watched you smirk and wanted to wrap his hands around your neck. "You both need to bond,"

"You said earlier I didn't have to!"

"I lied." You bared your teeth in a big smile, chills went down his spine staring at your face, "You have to at least get along with Aether. Plus, Phil and I need to talk."

"We do?"

"We do."

"I'm being lied to." Technoblade growled, "I can't believe this betrayal. Let's all lie to Technoblade, I'm such a victim, having to tend to an orphan my wife adopted." You flipped Technoblade off as he slid down the ladder into the basement. Aether was still asleep on the bed when he came down, the bag across his shoulder felt heavy as nervousness seeped into his skin.

He literally killed people and blew up an entire nation, why was this child making him nervous.

'Throw the bag at it. Have it fend for itself. Don't do that (Y/n) will be upset with you! So, not my problem. It will be our problem if Technoblade gets divorced! DIVORCED?! SHE'D NEVER! E. But she could, do we really want to deal with that. That's a lot of work to clean up.'

The bed shifted, stirring Technoblade out of his racing thoughts, he swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath.

"Hey, kid, wake up." Technoblade gruffly scoffed, tossing the bag on the bed and kissing his teeth. The piglin made a distressed noise jolting up in the bed and pulling the covers over his little body. "Calm down it's just me, Technoblade," He spoke back in Piglin to the child who seemed to ease up a little bit. "(Y/n) and Phil got you some stuff so open the bag and check so I can leave."

Aether eyed him wearily as he opened the soft yellow bag, he began to pull the items out with slight awe. Despite his tough exterior, Technoblade was oddly curious as he walked a bit closer to look inside the bag. Aether pulled out a soft yellow and black striped sweater and rubbed it against his cheeks, it seemed to be amazed at the softness of the material. Technoblade couldn't help but laugh a little, once again he thought of the first time he was introduced to the same material. A pair of overalls was next, they were covered in colorful patches and Aether's eyes lit up excitedly. He watched him scramble back into the bag as a few more things were pulled out, like a coloring book, a few colorful pens, an old busted walkie-talkie, and a small stuffed crow. Phil just had to shove that in there, he couldn't believe that the old man's first thought when he thought (y/n) was having a baby was to find a little stuffed crow, biased little shit.

"Thank you," Aether spoke softly in Piglin towards Technoblade, he blinked a little rapidly.

"Thank your grandpa Phil," Technoblade grunted before coughing, "No not grandpa-"

"Grandpa!" He beamed brightly, his little tail wagging rapidly behind him, Technoblade rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Just go get changed kid," He grumbled, "So you can show (Y/n)." Aether slid off the bed, sweater, and clothes in hand and stumbled into a nearby bathroom. He came out a few moments later clad in his new outfit, in the meantime, Technoblade sat on the edge of his bed. Aether did a little twirl placing his hands on his hips, Techno held out a weak thumbs up and he seemed satisfied with that answer. Aether flopped back on the bed next to Technoblade and leaned against the pillows, an awkward silence stretched between the both of them. "Anyway...I guess I'll head back upstairs." Technoblade raised his hand and motioned to the ladder, his body tensed and it took all his willpower not to kick the child across the room as his instincts screamed at him to do. He blinked a few times and noticed Aether grabbed at his hands in order to get a closer look at the gold adorning his fingers. Aether began to run his hands over his gold rings,

ah, that made more sense.

"You like my rings?" Technoblade questioned watching him nod eagerly as he wiggled his fingers, "yeah I like 'em too. Got some for my Princess too, that's (Y/n)."

"Princess?"

"Hmhm, she looks beautiful in them," Technoblade hummed softly, an adoring look appearing on his face. Aether looked like he was holding onto every word, "We treat (Y/n) with respect she deserves understand? I see you messing with her. I mess with you back, got that kid?" Aether nodded,

"Same to you."

Technoblade barked out a small laugh and ruffled the fluff on top of Aether's head, "Off to a good start kid." Aether smiled shyly before going back to examining his jewelry, Technoblade shifted to get a little more comfortable as Aether settled in his lap. He continued to examine and twirl Technoblade's rings around until he glanced up and caught sight of his golden crown on top of his head. He desperately reached up for it and Technoblad leaned away from his grubby little hands, "Sorry, the crowns off-limits kids." Aether huffed puffing out his cheeks and Technoblade grumbled reluctantly placing the crown on his head, it was far too big for his little skull as it slipped past his forehead. He made some happy sounds and readjusted the crown, he leaned back against Technoblade relishing in not only the gold but also the attention.

Technoblade huffed out a laugh, maybe having a kid around wouldn't be so bad after all.

He looked back down at Aether and noticed the kid was asleep on his chest, his body locked up completely frozen in terror. Now, what was he going to do? He was trapped underneath a sleeping child, he awkwardly tried to maneuver Aether off himself but the kid had a strong grip on his chest. Technoblade cursed under his breath and figured he might as well get comfortable if he was trapped, he felt warm beneath the piglin and eventually drifted off to light sleep.

Philza and you quietly descended the ladder down into the basement, Technoblade hadn't come back up and the both of you were growing suspicious. You had to cover your mouth to stop an excited squeal from leaving your mouth, both your boys were cuddling on the bed, Technoblade's crown was slipping off Aether's head. You looked excitedly over at Phil whose face was soft and fond,

"Go on, take a picture." Phil glanced over at you motioning to the boys in bed before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a disposable camera.

"Thanks, Phil," You whispered snapping a quick picture of the bed, the click of the camera caused Technoblade's ears to twitch. The photograph came spitting out of the camera and you shook it waiting for it to develop, you were so hanging this picture up where everyone could see it. From across the room Technoblade's eyes cracked open, Phil nudged you forward,

"I'll head out, go spend time with your family." He ruffled the top of your head and flew up the ladder swiftly,

"Hm...was that Phil?" Technoblade grumbled under his breath, voice still deep with the hint of sleep.

"Yeah bubs," You whispered tenderly walking over to the edge of the bed, "he figured it was time to head out." You brushed strands of pink hair out of his eyes and he leaned into your touch, "make some room big guy." With an annoyed grumble, Technoblade moved over so you could lay down beside him and Aether, you gently brushed your thumb across the fur on the baby's cheeks. Just like your big warrior husband he snuggled against your hand. "So, I take it he's grown on you?"

"Shut up and go to sleep." Technoblade grumbled reaching over Aether to rest his big hand on your head, "hm tired." He closed his eyes and ignored your giggles, you pulled the blankets over the three of you and you drifted off into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, underneath L'manburg the egg began to breathe and pulsate with life, it yearned to have the couple once again in the palm of its hand just like it did decades prior. Sir Billiam and Lady (Y/n) were their names if it remembered correctly, they'd follow in the eggs wishes again, that it knew for certain. Meeting them again was going to be fun.

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