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Okay S O--

I promise I'm updating my Moon Knight fic (Like A Virgin), but this is an idea that's been nagging me like Khonshu for a while now and I've finally decided to share it! But please keep in mind that it's just what it is: an IDEA. So I'm sorry if this sounds a bit messy/incomplete/all over the place (and there's a possibility that some things could be changed), it's literally just me rambling and I think it's actually a pretty interesting idea! And this turned out a lot longer than expected ;-;

At the moment, I also have no clue what I wanna do with this idea (or if I'll ever even do anything with it at all). But I, obviously, take all credit for this so please don't steal (or at least tell me if you got inspired and plan on writing a similar fic to this cuz I would totally read the F U C K out of it) 🙃

Anywhore--

So my idea is, basically, this: The story begins in Season 1 of Moon Knight and it mainly revolves around a romance with our one and only sassy baby boy, Steven Grant (and of course with some 🔥spahcy🔥 smut thrown in) ❤️

For Steven's love interest, I dunno if it would be an original female character OR a Fem!Reader situation going on, so for now we'll just refer to the love interest as MC (main character)

Now MC and Steven live in the same apartment building and are next door neighbours. They've also been dating for quite some time, but strangely enough Steven doesn't remember ever asking out MC.

Steven and MC are pretty much what is considered to be the "perfect couple". You can really tell that they love and care about each other a lot, but recently a rift has been slowly but surely growing between them. It all started when Steven has been mysteriously disappearing, sometimes for days on end with MC not being able to contact him and not knowing his whereabouts. It doesn't help that Steven doesn't know anything either which, obviously, is very concerning but MC really likes Steven a lot and (maybe quite foolishly) chooses to let the matter go. MC thinks that whatever the hell is going on, there is a good explanation for it and can be resolved once Steven is ready to open up.

But things only become much worse from there when Steven started to miss dates and other important events in his and MC's relationship. There are also some days when Steven acts very odd, being cold towards MC and acting as if he didn't even know who she is which obviously hurts MC especially when she continuously tries to help him and just wanting to figure out what's happening.

It eventually comes to a point when MC couldn't take it anymore so she goes to confront Steven about his behaviour. She is rightfully mad and confused, but nothing changes the fact that she's still very much in love with him and wants to properly work things out.

Once MC goes to Steven's apartment using the spare key she has, she is shocked to find a woman there (this is shortly after Steven is fired from the museum and he discovers Marc's things + the scarab in the storage locker). A frazzled Steven is shocked when MC suddenly appears, too, especially when the woman--Layla--introduced herself as his wife.

MC couldn't even say--do--anything, only staring at Steven with such hurt, angry, disappointed eyes before running out the door and out of the building. Steven chased after MC to explain, but he wasn't fast enough and the damage was already done.

Fast forward into Season 2 (I know at this point in time there's no S2 but just indulge me LMAO xD), MC is revealed to be living with a friend of hers as she picks up the pieces of her broken heart and starts anew.

But here's a lil twist: After the events with Harrow and the gods' Avatars died, MC became Hathor's (the goddess of love and music) new Avatar. I still don't know how this came to be, but just roll with meh 👍

While MC does her missions for Hathor, she eventually crosses paths once more with a familiar face who she is surprised to find out is Khonshu's (another god Hathor has quite smittenly told MC a lot about) Avatar--Steven.

Only... This isn't actually Steven, but a man who claims to be Jake Lockley.

Jake then explains to MC that Steven has dissociative identity disorder and that he, along with another man named Marc Spector, were alters in a system with Steven. Obviously this is a fucking LOT to take in, but MC eventually believes Jake and it made sense as to why Steven acted different sometimes when they were still together.

It is also revealed that Jake was the one who asked MC out and before Steven even knew her, Jake was the one who liked her first. But in an attempt to keep MC all for himself, Jake doesn't say the truth about Layla, of how she is now Marc's ex-wife since things never worked out with them and Steven is still very much hung up and in love with MC. So MC is kept in the dark about everything, still believing that Steven lied and cheated on her.

It is definitely weird meeting Jake, especially when Jake is extremely open about his feelings for MC and continuously attempts to go out of his way to find her and woo her (to no avail). MC knows that despite sharing the same body, Jake is an entirely different person. But it hurts a lot to just look at him since all she sees is Steven.

Overtime, however, MC gets over her heartbreak and realizes that she also has feelings for Jake and decides to say "fuck it" and take a leap of faith. At this point in time, MC is still under the impression that Steven is married to Layla (even though she hasn't seen the woman again at all). Deep down, MC knows that it's wrong, but she really does like Jake and believes that they both deserve to live their own lives and have a relationship with each other, even if it may be challenging to keep it a secret.

Once MC confesses to Jake, he realizes that what he's doing is wrong and if he truly cared about her, he needed to be honest. So Jake takes MC out on a date and plans on telling her everything, but before he had the chance to Steven suddenly gained control of the body!

Steven and Marc have both had suspicions for a while that there's a third alter and now it's been confirmed, along with the two of them being surprised and infuriated that Khonshu isn't actually out of their lives. But the more pressing matter is that MC was here, right now, with Steven, even though it shattered his heart to see her looking at him with those same pained, spiteful eyes that haunted him when she completely disappeared from his life.

But in a panicked rush, Steven told MC everything. Of how he didn't know he had DID before, about coming to terms with Marc's existence and Steven's own purpose, of how Layla was actually Marc's wife and they were now divorced, etc.

All of this was much harder to take in than when Jake told MC about their situation. Although, meeting Steven again made MC realize that she did still love him as much as she loved Jake. But that didn't erase the pain in MC's heart and while she was glad that the truth was finally out and all the misunderstandings were cleared up, MC just needed time. Time to heal, time to just really wrap her head around everything and determine where she stands in Steven and Jake's lives and where they stand in hers.

So that's what MC did. As much as Steven missed her, as desperate as he was to hug her and kiss her and just say that everything will be okay, he respected her decision. And he understood because he, too, needed time to get his and Marc's and Jake's shit together.

As time passes, MC and Steven meet again. And this time, they were ready to be together once more and for forever. Jake is there, too, and they all work together to navigate through their unconventional romance, but they don't worry too much because they know they will be alright. Because, just like the constellations in the night sky, their hearts had a special connection.

But as MC's love blooms with Steven and Jake, Marc is there. He's always there, like a dark shadow. Unlike the other two, Marc actively avoided MC and/or openly expressed his distaste. He didn't love Layla anymore, but the divorce really affected him as well as his perception on relationships. He just didn't want to suffer through that same heartbreak again, but this time he had a lot more to be protective over because he not only had to watch over himself, but also Steven and Jake. He absolutely would never forgive you and himself if you broke the boys' hearts.

Though let's just say, long story short, that you work things out with Marc and wormed your way into this lovable grump's heart 🥰

There are also two potential endings for this story. Ideally, of course, I LOVE a happy ending and I want them all to simply be lovey dovey (which they DESERVE). The other ending, ROUGHLY, is that some bad shit goes down and MC ends up having to sacrifice herself to keep the Moon Boys safe and she dies. This obviously completely fucks the boys up, so much so that they never fully accept MC's death while also losing their will to live and blaming themselves. As a result, during a mission for Khonshu, the boys are so out of their element that they end up being killed by their enemy.

B U T even tho me likes some good ol' angst, I could never actually go through it without a proper conclusion!! SO when the boys die, they meet and be with MC again who's been eagerly waiting for them at the Field of Reeds, truly for all eternity now and just U G H MY HEART 😭💔

Now that I've written this out, I'm SO fooken excited!! Though, as I said, this is only an IDEA (at least for now)

Buuut what do y'all think??? :3

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bad4amficideas · 23 hours

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so what i've learnt is if you deny a character's death hard enough then lucasfilm just brings them back for you <3

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bad4amficideas · 1 day

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Red hood : if you don’t tell what I want to know I’ll put a bullet in your skull

Criminal: Go ahead kill me I ain’t scared to die!

Robin: we can glue a jar full of rats to your stomach and blow torch the end so they only way they can escape by eating your stomach and crawl in your guts

Criminal and red hood: what the fuck-

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bad4amficideas · 2 days

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damn these Vader manip's and making me HAVE to write a bloody blurb about my fake scenarios.

He holds TOO MUCH power over me. It's a problem...

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bad4amficideas · 2 days

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Blood loss? No I know exactly where it is

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bad4amficideas · 2 days

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-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

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YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IT'S HALLOWEEN | SITH!OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: You're the object of Furvor's pleasure, and amidst the haze of his obsession for his pretty Jedi, he seeks you out for the first time.

Warnings: female reader, possession, non consensual touching (not sexual), obsession, slight fanaticism, helplessness from the reader, mention of stalking, W/C: 2589

Notes: this is shitty, and i have no excuse for it. this is inspired by the Muse song, "You Make Me Feel Like It's Halloween," so here is my version of a halloween story. happy halloween!

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There is a fear, a dark winding fear that twists through your body, consuming, devouring the light that brought you to the place you reside in the world. That light, more the connection to it, was being tried, tested if you will, by a man.

You don't want to refer to him as a "man" because that humanizes him, makes the threat of him more real, and appear like the Jedi he should have been instead of the creature he's fallen to. A creature was a better thing to refer to Darth Furvor as, for he was nothing more than a servant of the dark.

His servitude to the darkness left him with an insatiable obsession with the Jedi. You assumed his obsession was deeply rooted back to his long-forgotten identity of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi you had heard from in stories after he fell to the dark from witnessing the death of his master by a Sith, which he had supposedly slain in the wake of his billowing rage. The boy that Qui Gon had found, Anakin, had gone on to become your padawan, which you trained valiantly until he had grown up to become his own Jedi at the ripe age of 19. You were alone for the first time since Anakin's trials, where he left you to become his own person and fight the raging war infecting the galaxy. But, of course, that didn't last long when the same Sith you heard about in stories found an infatuation with you.

You didn't know where his infatuation with you sprouted from, for you had never met him before, but that didn't seem to stop him. You knew of his attempts to slay your battalion, either by his droids or his hand, but he never succeeded. Those attempts to pursue you were nothing more than that, attempts until today.

You were stuck in a room of sorts, separated from your commander, as you pursued the pull you felt in the Force. The tug led you to this place, where you have nothing but your connection to the light to guide you out of the abyss of blackness. Your eyes have poorly adapted to the lack of light, and you resist the temptation to pull out your saber to illuminate the way. Although you were trying to leave the area as soon as possible, something urged you to stay, and you followed your feelings, reaching out with them to determine the cause of the disturbance. It was almost like a string, tugging you down into the rabbit hole of the darkness you were afraid you could never climb out of. The coldness brushed against the bare skin of your hand, and you involuntarily shivered, the feeling spreading across your body in a slow, thick movement. The coldness was nothing like staying on Hoth bundled up with Anakin on a mission but the kind of iciness that created a tremble in your bones, rattling every anxiety out of its securely closed container. The icy metal of your lightsaber clutched in your hand did nothing to soothe your spiking nerves nor calm the raging storm of untangled emotions buried deep in your subconscious.

It was dread that you were feeling, you quickly realized, and you did your best to shove it down, control it so it couldn't control you.

"My, my, what do we have here?"

Your blade was ignited in a second, the steady hum of its deadly beat the only certainty you are given. The fast-paced beating of your heart drowns out the rush of your thoughts as you turn on your heel, your lightsaber illuminating no more than a few feet in front of you, yet there is nothing.

"Such a pretty Jedi." The ghost of fingers caressing your lips made you jump backward, the phantom touch lingering for a moment longer before dissipating into the night. The sensation of disgust crawls over your skin, biting into your self-consciousness. You hear the amused chuckle escape the man, and your lightsaber whirs with your turn, your eyes growing frantic as you search for the mystery foe.

"Adorable."

You consider the possibility that it's all in your head, but you discard it almost immediately. It all was too real…the sensations, the voice, all of it was too intricate to be a Force trick. As you follow that thought to conclusion, the scattered pieces slowly start to fit into place, the first piece clicking together like a light bulb going off in your head. This place, whatever it was, was composed of pure darkness, and something or someone was the tug in the Force that pulled you to encounter it.

"Who are you?" you ask into the void, and for a moment, you expect there to be no response, only to prove the thought of your insanity. But Furvor's velvety voice breaks through the veil, and you feel the warm breath against your ear, the barest wisps of hair tickling the side of your face.

"Whoever you desire."

Your lightsaber swings around, but it slices through the air, and you look over your shoulder to find him gone, whoever he was. He was dogging the question; that was obvious enough. Was it to hide who he really was? You thought to yourself. The man was surrounded by the dark side of the Force, and you could feel the tendrils of his presence pushing against your mental barriers on a quest to identify a weak spot.

"You're a Sith, aren't you?" you call out.

"You catch on quickly." You could hear the grin in his voice, and the fascination he seemed to exhibit with you did not remain unnoticed. If this was indeed a Sith Lord, then now would be your only time to bring him to the Republic to face his crimes for all they were worth.

"You've become quite the nuisance, my dear," he continues, and your body tenses as the realization dawns upon you. This man- creature- wasn't any Sith lord but Darth Furvor. The grip on the hilt strengthened. "My master wants you dead."

Goosebumps defiantly raised under your tunic, for however much you tried to quell your fear, it seemed to never fully subdue into the symphony of voices scattered across your mind. "Then why haven't you killed me?"

"You've piqued my interest." The undertone, the hidden message, sent your adrenaline pumping faster and faster. You needed to get out of here before it was too late.

"Let me go," you growled, and airy laughter followed.

"And why would I do that, my pretty Jedi?" You took a step back, your heart rate rising with every step. His voice was like an echo, a sound you couldn't quite pinpoint where it was originating from. It irked you more than anything but made you fearful of the unknown. Furvor could be around any corner, waiting for the opportune moment to strike you down with a single stroke of his saber. The man who had been chasing after you ever since the clone wars started.

"Because then I might be merciful," you snarled. You could almost see the grin flashing over Furvor's face at the challenge.

"Oh, really now?" he fired back, and with that, an unrelenting grip washed over your body in an instant, rendering you immobile. You tried to thrash against the invisible pressure, but your actions were futile. Then there's the soft click of your lightsaber as it is deactivated. "Because I think you rather like being at my mercy."

"I do not know of the lies you speak of," you reply, and a spark of amusement flashes over his sickly yellow irises. You feel the pressure of a hand coast up your arm to your neck, the back of it gliding over your supple flesh. You shiver.

"You're so weak." The touch grows firmer, ignoring your rebuttal. "So pliant."

You can't find a response to his observation, can't pull your thoughts together to think of anything but his touch, as shameful as it is.

"Don't touch me," you choke out. Furvor doesn't relent, but this time you hear his soft footsteps echoing through the place, and you feel him. His darkness and passion are consuming, twisting every ounce of the Force into something of his own creation. A Sith, he was indeed to manipulate the Force as he has.

"I first found you when the boy, Anakin, became a Jedi," he states, almost as if he had been reciting it. The information is common knowledge, nothing you don't already know, but your curiosity has peaked. Where was he going with this?

"My master wanted you dead, and I embarked on the mission as I was told. It was when I saw you for the first time that I became infatuated with you."

You feel it now, the coldness of his hand seeping through your robes as they trace the curve of your spine all the way to the base of your neck. Goosebumps arise at his hand, touching the bare skin of your neck, and you battle your alarm for the sake of your sound state of mind because it is the only thing that would be able to get you out of here alive.

"You became everything," his voice drips over the shell of your ear, and you desperately try to ignore the pinpricks of…something edge to the surface of your consciousness.

"I watched as you destroyed entire battalions of droids by yourself. I witnessed the graceful dance of your saber technique, and I knew then that I couldn't kill you. No, you appeared to me as an angel, so sweet, so naive; it was far beyond any beauty I had ever encountered. You lured me in with your innocence, and now I don't know what to do with myself!" He laughed unbelievingly, his hand running through his hair harshly before continuing.

"At first, I just wanted to corrupt that pretty little mind of yours, but that simple want became a need. I watched your every move, entranced by your power. How could someone as pathetic as you hold so much power, so much hidden anger underneath the lies the Jedi had bred? But I grew tired of simply observing while my men tried to capture you. I watched every hologram I could get my hands on, yet it still doesn't do justice to your beauty. I just couldn't get enough!"

It takes you a moment longer than it should to recognize the weight of his words. He was obsessed. With you no less. That obsession, the lust of passion, is what brought you here to him. He was obsessed with you and not keen on stopping until he achieved what he wanted. Which was what? You? Your life? Your devotion to the light?

Did he intend to turn you?

That idea alone sent your head reeling down a far darker passage than you should ever travel, and you shook your head to force yourself to remain focused.

"What do you want with me?" you snap, and his grip loosens for a moment, but it still isn't enough to liberate you.

"What do I want?" he repeated your question incredibly. "What do I want?! I want you! I want all of you!"

You flinch at the desperate glee in his voice as he turns to face you. You can hardly make out his features in the darkness besides his eyes, which seem to glow an impossible gold. His irises are glimmering with pathetic despair, pleading. His hands fly to your arms, clutching them so fiercely that you are sure his fingerprints will leave purple splotches along your skin.

"Join me, my dear. We could rule the galaxy together with no one to stop us!" Furvor's childish nativity is urging him down the spiral of fanaticism. He's fallen so far that a Sith Lord, for Kriff's sake, was pathetically begging for you, and now, standing in the face of it, you know why Master Yoda was so instant on the rule of possession in the code. It warps you, changing you into an object of greed.

"Don't touch me," you growl, but his grip remains firm, not acknowledging your demand. "I don't know who you are, Sith, but I will never fall to the dark side."

"Don't say such foolish things, my dear. I know of your anger you try to hide away, but you can't fool me. I know you better than anyone could dream of."

"You lying kriffing piece of shit-"

His hand reaches for your face, grasping it in a bruising grip under your cheekbones. He yanks your face closer to his so he can spit his next words in an unforgiving vulgar voice. "Speak to me that way again, and I will find a better use for that filthy mouth of yours."

The fear you so utterly tried to quell is back in full force, and with a sickening epiphany, you realize you're scared of Furvor. His desperation, his passion for you, is making your chest coil into a tight knot. You are trapped, you realize, and a flash of white-hot terror thrums within you.

"Good girl," he coos, letting his hands slowly slither away from your face so he could return them to your unmoving body. In your state of agitation, heat boldly rushes to your cheeks as you witness his use of praise. Furvor gazes at you, delighted by your embarrassment.

"Maker, you feel better than I imagined." His bare hands are cold as they run over your skin, leaving behind a trail of lewd desire that taints your once-pure skin. If anything, he seems enraptured by your response while the reality of the situation is tearing your mind apart piece by piece. You are helpless to his dependence, vulnerable to the unwarranted contact, powerless to a creature who wants nothing more than to devour you as you're now trembling before the Sith, weak and just as pathetic as him. A tear silently rolls down your cheek, and he looks up, his eyes resembling something of pity before they morph into sympathy.

"Shh, my dear, everything will be alright," he reassures, pulling you unwillingly into his chest for a hug. You are suffocated by his grip as the softness of his robes pulls your hope further away from you. I don't even know you. You want to scream. You want to punch him, beat him to the ground for all the turmoil he's put you through, but you can't. Your helplessness is dragging the teachings you've grown up with into the mud of the forgotten, forcing you to stumble further into a state of submission before the Sith, your sworn enemy as a Jedi. You feel your grasp on the Force weaken as you give into your fear, your mind falling apart around your own defenselessness. His following words are what puts the final nail in the coffin, the crack that shatters your heart like it's child's play. It's then that you finally break.

"You're mine now."

#sith!obi wan x reader #sith!obi wan #obi wan kenobi x reader #always reblog #the feels! gosebumps

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bad4amficideas · 3 days

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Every star wars fan needs their favourite little species/planet/people to hyperfixate on to survive in this harsh world

#naboo because im from spain and i love the duality #but also like serenoo because dooku im sad when i remember it #i like mandalorian culture except all weapon and war oriwnted?? like the family and helmet and their way #i like the zabrak/dathomirians like asaj

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This is my first ever ask, so I apologize if I got something wrong. 🫣

Ruby with Wrecker in the summer, please! Maybe something sweet🍓, but steamy🔥. He deserves everything!

Thank you, thank you!

Just Like This

Summary: Wrecker is a man in love. And he��ll do everything in his power to make sure his stunning little firefly knows it.

Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 655

Prompt: Ruby - Passionate Love

Warnings: Wrecker gets handsy, but there's no detail

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Hi there! This ask was just fine, it gave all of the information that I needed! Thank you for the request! I hope this is close to what you wanted.

“Ya know,” Wrecker says lazily as he stretches out next to her on the blanket she spread out on the beach hours earlier, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so relaxed in my life.”

She laughs, a warm sound that never fails to bring a smile to his lips, “Well, I freely admit that I’ve been rather spoiled in my life.” She sits up so she’s able to look him in the face, “I’m more than happy to share with you.”

Wrecker chuckles and takes a moment to drag his gaze down her bikini clad body, “Well then, I’m a lucky man.” He should feel bad that he’s relaxing here in the lap of luxury while his brothers are on Pabu being responsible…right?

His gaze drags down his firefly’s body one more time, lingering on the way her hips look while being hugged by the tight spandex of her swimsuit.

He’ll feel guilty later.

“See something you like?” Her voice is warm and teasing.

“You look amazing dressed like that. You should wear it more often.”

She laughs again, “I think you might be biased.”

“Hm…maybe.” Wrecker reaches out and lightly hooks his arm around her waist, “Come here, Firefly.”

She squeaks and then laughs as he tugs her so she’s sprawled across his chest, his hands settling low on her hips. She folds her arms on his chest and beams down at him, “You know, you’re not going to get any sun like this. I’m afraid I make a better door than a window.”

“Prettiest door I’ve ever seen.” Wrecker replies with a wide grin as he lazily caresses her hips, “Have I ever told you how much I love your hips.”

“You have mentioned it a time or two,” She replies with a laugh, “And even if you haven’t, I think I’d be able to tell anyway.”

He squeezes her hips just enough to pull a squeak from her lips, before he loosens his grip, “Can’t help it. I love them.”

“Aww, just my hips?”

Wrecker chuckles, “Fishing for compliments, pretty girl?”

She juts her lower lip out in a dramatic pout.

Slowly Wrecker drags a single hand up her body to cup her face, his thumb dragging across her lips, “Your hips are pretty,” He says quietly, “But I love every inch of you. From your hair,” He lightly brushes a strand of her heavily dyed hair out of her face, “all the way down to your toes.” His arms aren’t quite long enough to reach her feet, so he nudges the bottom of her foot with one of his own.

Her fake pout fades into a small smile, and she unfolds her arms to lightly press a hand against his cheek, her impossibly soft fingers lingering against the scar on the side of his face.

“Would you like me to compliment your personality too?” Wrecker teases, “Cause there aren’t many women who would take one look at someone like me and decide ‘that’s the one I want’.”

She pauses and presses a light kiss to his fingers, “Would you be insulted if I said good?”

“Aww, is my pretty firefly jealous?”

“No!” Her face heats, “I just don’t like to share. It’s a personal failing of mine.”

“Mm, there’s that spoiled thing coming out to play again,” Wrecker teases, before he tugs her down into a heated kiss, “I don’t mind. I think it’s hot as hell that you’re so possessive of me.”

“I am not possessive!” She sputters, and then she yelps as he flips the pair of them so she’s sprawled on the blanket under him.

“It’s alright that you are.” Wrecker leans in and kisses her three times in quick succession, “I am too.” He adds as he allows his hands to wander.

And, well, it’s a very good thing that his firefly is rich enough to have her own private beach, because Wrecker has no shame whatsoever.

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