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captain-mj · 3 months

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Wrote this at a laundromat so I hope you guys like it

Ghost had just moved to Scotland to get away from everything. His family's murders stayed a constant thought in his mind, but more than that, he didn't want anyone still loyal to Roba to find him. After wiping them off the map, he decided to do something he never thought possible.

Chose himself.

So he made his way to Scotland where no one would know Simon Riley and he bought a house and lived next to a small town so he could go over and get whatever supplies he needed before coming to hide again.

That's where he met him.

A local man who apparently was involved in the church and was in general a great person.. Most people referred to him as Soap, which Ghost thought was a very strange name, but he had also heard MacTavish which seemed more realistic.

The man saw Ghost, probably decided he was emotionally vulnerable, and decided to skulk around him. He asked, begged, pleading for Ghost to join his congregation.

Ghost turned him down each time, though he did love to see a pretty man beg. Once, he lifted lifted his mask, let him see the Glasgow smile cut into his cheeks. He hoped that Soap would assume gang member or miscreant and leave him alone, but it seemed to spur him on.

Soap MacTavish, savior of big buff men. Patron saint of being annoying.

Ghost started... watching him. The way he moved. His smile, just a little too wide with teeth a little too sharp.

He was... handsome. Seemingly kind. But Ghost was like a stray. He didn't trust affection and he wanted to keep it that way. No matter how honeyed Soap made his words or how kind the scraps he offered. Something about the man was unsettling.

Soap simply knocked on his door one day at dusk. Ghost only answered when he had his mask on. He had some kind of food in containers. "Hey! Several people I know made me these and gifted them to me, but I don't think I'll be able to eat all they gave me. Thought you might appreciate them. I know I'd be homesick, in such a new area."

Ghost stared at him, hands itching. "How did you know where I lived?"

"i knew the people who lived here before. Laid them to rest myself. Saw their last rites and all that. No other empty house around for miles."

"Other people know...?"

"Doubt it. Most don't think of you too much." Soap sniffed, looking around. "I assumed that's what you'd prefer."

"It is. Thanks."

Soap smiled. "I'll keep it between us." He kept standing there. Just waiting.

"I'm not going to invite you inside."

Immediately, those soft lips turned into a pouty frown. "At least take the desserts. I really do have no use for them."

Ghost didn't want to disappoint him for some reason, so he awkwardly took the food. "Okay. Address between us right?"

"Of course. With God as my witness." Soap grinned and left.

If Ghost would've thought about it, he'd made him promise to never come back as well. But he did not do that.

He went into his kitchen and opened the container.

Cranachan. Ghost had heard of it. The King of Scottish Desserts.

He grabbed a spoon and brought a bite to his mouth slowly. There was a thick cream with oats and raspberries. When he put a bite in his mouth, he could taste the honey and whiskey.

It was so good.

Ghost dug in on his couch. He was pretty sure this was supposed to be something he'd eat off for a few days, but he devoured all of it in one sitting. There was more of the raspberries sauce and Ghost found himself licking it from his fingers. A warmth settled in his chest from it.

Maybe Soap wasn't terrible.

Ghost got ready to start his routine of checking all of the windows and doors, but his couch suddenly felt so comfy. He felt his eyes start to close, the warmth spreading more.

For the first time since being a kid, Ghost slept all the way through the night with no nightmares.

Ghost cleaned up from the night before, feeling comfy. He noticed one of his windows was unlocked and chided himself for being so forgetful. After two sweeps of the house, he was sure no one was in his house and nothing was missing.

The dishes sat on the counter, suddenly suspicious. The idea of there being something in it was preposterous.

Ghost cleaned the dishes. "He's a fucking poster boy for good. You're being paranoid."

As time went on, he noticed things. Always on his porch or right outside. Tapping or animal noises or sometimes visions of someone right outside. The wonderful night of sleep was the last time he slept for a while.

Soap showed up again. A cross necklace Ghost couldn't remember seeing was around his neck. He looked apologetic as he had more of the delicious treat. "Sorry. It's raspberry season so everyone is making it and... well... I don't really have much of a sweet tooth."

Ghost looked at him coldly. "And you're bringing it to me? No orphans to give it to? Children to target?"

It was the first time Soap had looked upset at him. Ghost was a military man. He dealt with that constantly back in his troop. But for some reason, Soap's unhappiness got under his skin.

"No, Ghost. I just... thought you might be feeling lonely. Ya probably think I'm naive. Small town guy, always trying to talk to you..." He looked embarrassed. "Never met someone from Manchester. And before you ask, I figured it out by your accent."

Ghost looked at him for a few minutes before looking away to pretend he wasn't affected by him. "I don't."

"Gotcha... I can just... take the food."

"No. I'll still take that." Ghost quickly grabbed the home made food, noticing Soap's flash of a smile. He bit his lip as he cradled the food. "Look, I'm not a good guy. Definitely not someone you need around you."

Soap looked at him sadly. "Even outside of my faith, I still think all people deserve someone. I just... want to try to make you feel less lonely."

Ghost sighed. "Alright. Come in."

Soap got so excited. He carefully walked inside and glanced around, moving his weight back and forth between each foot.

Ghost sat on the chair he had. "Haven't exactly bought much furniture. But you're allowed to get comfy."

Soap grabbed the couch and smiled brightly. There was something about him. He looked at him and his eyes... had a shimmer to it.

Ghost paused, holding the bowl.

"Are you going to put it away? Or eat it right now?" Soap asked conversationally. He batted his eyelashes.

Ghost gnawed on the inside of his cheek. "Gonna put it away for now."

"I see. Have you been sleeping well? This place seems... so isolated. I don't think I could ever quite get a good sleep."

Ghost couldn't think of a good answer besides the truth. "Sleep has never came easy to me."

Soap frowned, batting his eyelashes at him. "I'm sorry. I hope it gets easier for you." He seemed so genuine. So sweet.

Ghost shrugged. "Thank you..."

They started to slip into rather easy banter, but he found his eyes getting heavier.

Soap got up and picked his way over. For a moment, Ghost was afraid. He almost lashed out, afraid. But he didn't touch him. He leaned in, eyes glowing against the backdrop of everything around them. "Sleep well, Ghost."

Ghost fell asleep on his chair. Soap locked the door on the way out but he didn't lock the windows.

Ghost found Tommy's photo album and went through them. He looked at the various photos of him and his family and he found himself missing them again. They looked so cute. So perfect. He left them on his coffee table, messy and covering every inch.

Joseph looked up at him, bright smiling face.

Simon was holding him. Blond curls that he spent too much time keeping bleached. No scarring.

He felt like he was going crazy as things... moved around his house. Things moved right out of the corner of his eyes. So he started preparing.

Guns were tucked into every hiding place he could. Knives even more so. He started to work out again for the first time in a few weeks. Luckily he hadn't lost too much of his physique.

Ghost eventually found himself eating the cranachan. He slept well. It was unsettling.

Right before dawn, Soap arrived at his house. The clouds were churning together but there was still some sunlight streaming through. "I brought coffee. Are you a coffee person?"

Ghost wasn't usually, but rather than deal with Soap's sad look again, he took the drink. He sipped it and found himself pleasantly surprised at how good it was.

Soap smiled. "Have any plans?"

"Gonna make breakfast... wanna join?" Why did he say that??

Soap smiled and quickly walked in. "I'd love to."

Ghost started to cook. He had been trying to learn more cooking lately so hopefully it wasn't too bad.

Soap looked thankful when he set it down and started to eat. They did so in basically silence. The cross necklace kept catching the light so he kept staring at it. When he lifted his gaze to look at his eyes, they made direct eye contact.

Soap's eyes. They were so dark. Like a shark.

Ghost felt for the gun under his side table. He tried to keep up conversation.

"Don't grab that gun, Simon."

Ghost paused what he was doing, watching the cross necklace sway where it sat. "What?"

Soap sighed. "Don't be like that. The gun your hand is on. Don't grab it." His nails clicked against the table. Too long. Too alarming. "Be a good boy, Simon."

Ghost stared at him, debating what could be done here.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"What are you?"

"Not a danger to you." Soap answers a little pedantically. "I promise." His canines. They were long and curved.

Ghost glanced at the coffee. "You were drugging me."

Soap hummed. "No. More of a... side effect of my presence. You feeling anything right now?"

Ghost could feel something tugging at the edge of his consciousness but nothing too severe. "What do you want?"

Soap swallowed. "I'm hungry. Starving."

"You saw me up here. Being vulnerable. And decided you could fuc-"

"No. Not quite. I... I know you could keep a secret."

Ghost blinked, realizing the situation. "You're... asking."

Soap looked pained. "I am. A... deal. I keep everyone away. Tell them whatever I need so they leave you alone and I get to..." His eyes trailed to Ghost's throat.

"How bad is the feeding?"

"Not bad! I take about as much blood as a blood donation. Easy peasy. I'll even bring you food for recovery just please..."

Ghost undid the top button of his shirt and Soap looked ready to wiggle out of his seat. The poor man was salivating.

Why was he doing this?

it was stupid.

Idiotic.

Self-sacrificing.

The mask hit the table.

"Go for it."

Soap leapt over the table and sat in his lap. Teeth sank into his throat as he held him, holding him tight. They pressed together and Ghost could feel the unsettling chill that came from Soap.

He grabbed the table, almost white knuckling it.

Pain radiated from where he was being stabbed into and he felt himself go lightheaded. Soap's ass was pressed firmly to his lap though and it felt...

pleasurable.

Slowly he sank into it, feeling Soap take his fill.

His pretty boy thanked him, lips bright red from blood. "Thank you. Thank you. You're perfect. My angel from heaven."

Their lips touched and Ghost groaned softly.

Soap panted in his ear. "I'll be good. Promise. Take care of you." His claws sank into Ghost who was wondering how bad the situation he landed himself was.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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jybyls · 3 months

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Tease

Part 1

Warning: Teasing, R is kinda jealous, sexual tension but no smut, R is an actress too, and I think that's it.

Synopsis: Part 2, so you're visiting Jenna on the set of Finestkind, and you wanted to get your revenge after her teasing you but you end up in one damn of a situation

Words: 1k~

Jen <3

You: Loveee ! Do you know what day it is ?

So today I finally get to see Jenna again and I'm terribly excited.

Jen: Hi love, did you sleep well ?

It's sweet she asks if i slept well because she knows I have trouble sleeping even more when I'm not with her. But currently I couldn't give a fuck less about my sleeping schedule.

You: Who gives a shit I FINALLY get to see you today !!

Jen: Oh yes that's right ! Omg I forgot it's already the day !

You: How could you forget ? I'm terribly offended.

Jen: Come on I'm sorry I really can't wait to see ya love ❤️

You: Yeah sure

Jen: Don't be like that

You: Ok ok I'm sorry

I'm really excited to see you tho ❤️

Jen: Me too ❤️

When's your flight ?

You: At 6pm.

Got everything pack already and I'm just gonna clean the house and feed the cats

Jen: Omg bring the cats with you !

You: Lmao I wish I could, but my best friend gonna take care of them while I'm gone

Jen: Really wish you could bring them :(

Miss them

You: More than me ?

Jen: That's a trick question and I won't answer

You: That is not a trick question woman 🤨

Anyway you're gonna pick me up at the airport right ?

Jen: Yes ofc

Need my little princess passenger

You: Tbh that's one of the thing I missed the most

Jen: Being my princess passenger ?

You: Yeah

Jen: You're unbelievable

You: I can't wait to see in your Mabel outfit in real life

Jen: Oooh right I forgot about that

I really bet you can't wait

You: Ok now don't be a teaser

Jen: I didn't do anything !

You: Aren't you suppose to work ?

Jen: Lunch break

You: Right

What scene do you gotta do after you're break ?

Jen: A lovey dovey scene

Oh right so whenever me or Jenna are doing a scene where we're kissing someone else we call those scenes "lovey dovey scenes" to not make the other one jealous. Which never works by the way.

You: Right I forgot that's basically all the movie is about.

Anddd now I'm jealous and she knows it.

Jen: Don't be jealous

We can recreate that scene if you want. It'll be soo much better than the actually scene

Will they make you feel better ?

You: Probably yeah

Jen: Alright. I gotta go my love I love you can't wait to see you ❤️

You: I love you too, work hard. I'll reward you when I'll get there ❤️

Jen: Oh God.

She can't be the only one to tease.

My plan arrived, and I've been looking around for Jenna until I saw a small figure looking around like I was. She turned around, and a smile immediately grew on her face. She ran up to me, hugging my waist tightly. "Hi baby. I've missed you so bad." She said, her face buried in my chest. "I've missed you too, love." My face in her neck holding her for dear life. She pulled away to kiss me softly. That's only when I realised she's still wearing Mabel's outfit. Oh God.

"You're still wearing Mabel's fit." I said while checking her out. "Yeah, you like it ?" She smirked. Fucking tease. "Yeah it looks even better in real life," I look up at her, not looking away from her mesmerising eyes, "you look so good, love." She just smiled at me, taking my hand in her. "Thank you sweetheart," she took some of my baggage and start walking toward her car, "by the way you know I worked real hard today." She made an allusion of our conversation earlier, I like to think that she kept thinking about that all day. "Remebered that huh ? Could you even think of something else all day ?" I teased her, I'm getting my revenge today.

"No I couldn't this is why I worked so hard, I mean, I had to think about something else than you which was really considering the pic that you send me so I think I deserved my reward." She started to ramble as she opened the door for me, I mumbled a small 'thank you' before starting to talk. "Right, you do deserve your reward." I smirked, seeing how hard I affected her.

Jenna is usually the one who has an effect on me and totally controls me, but from time to time, she lets me take control for a moment, so I'm enjoying it. Plus, I know as soon as she asks me to get down on my knees, I will.

On the way to the set of Finestkind, we talked about our day, going back and forth on random topics too. Once there, she made me meet everyone, but she hurried our way to her trailer.

"Remebered what I told you about recreating that lovey dovey scene ?"

"Yeah, I do, but what exactly was the scene ?"

"Let me show you ? You're Charlie, and I'm Mabel, ok love ?"

I only nodded, letting her guide me for now.

Jenna is currently lying on her back while I'm kissing her stomach, begging for her to let me taste her. "Please, pretty please." I'm so desperate for her, but how could I not be? She has been teasing me for the past hour. It goes from pulling my hair away from a kiss to denying me pleasure her. It's driving me crazy and she's loving it, maybe too much.

"What do you want, baby ?" She smirked down at me. "You. Just you, please." I'm turning into a whining mess. She pretended to think for a moment before answering me. "Mmh, I don't know. Why should I ?" She's being cruel. She knows it, a small tear run down my eye. I buried my face in her thigh, holding her like my life depended on it. "Because you worked so hard today, you need to release some stress." She can't deny me for too long she'll eventually give in.

"Okay, then have me, baby." She caressed my hair softly, I looked up at her checking if she was playing with me, but I realised she wasn't and immediately started to get to work.

We're having a long night.

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #oneshot #jenna ortega imagine #mabel #finestkind #jybyls' writing

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booboodaddysblog · 2 months

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Surprise

Part two

Warnings: smut, dominant Colin, long teasing, fingering, kissing

Words: 4896

Marg woke up alone in bed. She stretched and looked at her watch, it was after ten o'clock. Frightened, she quickly sat up on the bed... and immediately knew that this was not a good idea. She felt nauseous and managed to reach the bathroom at the last minute. She knew she wouldn't like being pregnant. Although from what she once read that nausea is usually only for the first three months, after that it's fine. The worst part is that she has to endure these three months hugging the toilet.

She returned to the bedroom and saw a note on the bedside table. She took it in her hand and began to read:

"Marg,

forgive me for having to leave you alone, but I was forced to go to work. Besides, you were sleeping so sweetly, I didn't want to wake you up. It's a beautiful sight.

I would like to ask you to stay at my house today. Rest, eat well and drink lots of water. Don't worry about being absent from work. I will arrange everything. Ah... and we need to find a good doctor to manage our pregnancy. I want everything to be fine. This is a big news for me. I have a flurry of thoughts. I need to start reading about it. I hope there is a book called "Pregnancy for the resistant". And I apologize to you for my behavior at night... I was, and still am, terrified of becoming a dad. It still doesn't get to me.

Have a great day and see you tonight.

- Colin”

She read the letter several times and felt the tears roll down her cheeks. It had been a long time since she had read anything so sweet. She got emotional, plus the state she was in doubled her weepy reaction.

Suddenly she got a notification of a new message on her phone. She reached for it and saw that it was Colin.

“Hey, my love… I'm thinking, you know how we talked about getting married..., that maybe we should think about it before the baby is born. It will be less of a hassle. I'll get the money somehow. Well, it's probably a little early to think about such things, but my overthinking makes me crazy and I had to write you about it. Just so I wouldn't forget.

I hope you feel better."

She smiled softly as she read the message.

"Hey, sweetie.... I understand you completely. I'm also thinking a lot about it. We only found out a few hours ago, and there are a lot of questions in my head that I don't know the answers to. Focus on your work, even though I know it's not easy. And I beg you not to tell anyone about anything at work. We don't need gossip right now. When the time is right, we will tell them everything ourselves.

I don't feel good, I feel terrible. I need sleep, that's for sure.

Thank you for your sweet letter xoxo"

He answered really quick:

"Okay, we'll talk when I get back. I won't bother you anymore. Rest and remember to drink water, I don't want you to get dehydrated or worse faint when I'm not at home.

See you later."

“See you later, Colin”

She went to the kitchen to get water and returned to the bedroom. Sleep came very quickly.

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Colin was counting down the minutes until he left work. He couldn't wait to see his beloved again. He had a good feeling that everything would be fine between them. That maybe the pregnancy would bring them closer together. He cared about Marg. He loved her and could imagine a future with her. Now not only with her. He hoped she forgave him for his betrayal. They honestly didn't talk about it at night. No... it's not worth revisiting the subject. It's just that Colin needs to keep his dick in his pants and be polite and devoted only to Marg.

- And we are planning to get married.... oh my god... everything is happening so fast - he said to himself and hid his face in his hands, sighing loudly.

He was finally able to return home. He packed his documents and drove home. As soon as he got out of the car, he felt excitement. Marg was at his house waiting for him. It had been a long time since he had felt something like this.

He crossed the threshold of the house with a smile and closed the door behind him.

- Marg? I’m home! - announced his arrival and hung his coat on the hanger.

- Oh Colin - Marg came out of the kitchen. She went up to him and hugged him tightly - I missed you and out of this longing I cooked dinner for us - she smiled broadly.

- That's great - he kissed her on the cheek - I see that you feel better.

- Yes, it's better, let's hope tomorrow is just as good. Go wash your hands, we are about to eat.

- Yes sir - he saluted her and went to the bathroom.

He smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He felt relaxed. The very proximity of Marg had that effect on him.

- Something smells really good. Is it chicken? - he walked into the kitchen. He approached Marg and embraced her from behind, kissing her neck - You also smell beautiful - he closed his eyes savoring it.

- You guessed it, it's chicken. Pass me the plates, please.

- I can see that you feel really comfortable in my house - he laughed, handing her what she asked for.

- You know, I spent almost the whole day in here. I rummaged through every cabinet and drawer - she said with a serious face.

- You're kidding... - he felt himself getting weak.

- Yes, I'm joking - she laughed out loud - geez, I scared you - she laughed even louder.

- Do you think it's funny? I wonder how you would feel in my place?

- I have nothing to hide - she shrugged her shoulders and carried the plates to the table.

- Actually... then I have nothing to hide either.

- Then why did you get so stressed? Suspicious - she laughed again - let's have dinner, I'm hungry.

They passed dinner with pleasant conversation. They really had a lot of new topics to talk about. The pregnancy, the wedding... Colin's work had now faded into the background. He himself felt good about it. He didn't like to talk about his work. It made it impossible for him to relax. Everything that happened during the day came back to him like a boomerang and crushed him to a pulp. The only thing he dreamed of at the time was going to bed. But now he felt free and light. The smile did not come off his lips.

- You know what... I think so, when I look at you now, that you will look really sexy with extra pregnancy pounds - he smiled broadly at her.

- Stop, I don't even want to think about it. I don't want to get fat.

- I think you have no control over it. It's rather natural that your body will change. Certainly for the better - he said with the smirk.

- Don't you like my body? - Marg raised an eyebrow.

- No... that's not what I meant. Your body is perfect, and it will be even better. I love your shapes, especially your breasts and buttocks.

- You are lucky, because I already wanted to be offended - she showed him her tongue.

- Oh, don't show me your tongue. It has a bad effect on me.

- Oh, really?

- Yes, my dirty thoughts are raging.

- Ah, yes... your overthinking... sometimes it's probably not so bad - she said with a smirk.

- But, back to your body. You will always be beautiful, no matter how your body changes after pregnancy.

- You're cute. You will definitely be a good dad.

Colin reached out his hand toward Marg and stroked her belly gently. He looked into her eyes.

- I can't wait to see you with baby on your arms, you're gonna be the best mom - he kissed her softly.

- I hope so - she kissed him back.

- And of course I'm gonna be the best dad, my sweet princess... I want to be here for the baby every step of the way, I wanna be here throughout the whole adventure in our way to becoming a family - he smiled at her - but... can I be honest and ask a question? Would you be offended if I'm too honest?

- Ask what you want - she kissed him again - oh I really love your lips.

- Yeah, I really like yours too, I love how they feel when they're teasing me - he chuckled softly as kissed her back - but anyway, I was wondering.... do you know that I can't wait to see you with a bigger belly? Would you mind if I was very curious about that?

- No, baby, I understand that you’re curious about pregnancy stuff. I’m so curious too. I guess my belly will be way bigger then now. Baby will grow up so need more space - she kissed him again, this time more passionate - oh my goodness, I can't take myself away from your mouth, my hormones are going crazy!

- Oh yes, the baby will grow... oh.... and yes, me too, your hormones and the way you look now.... I’m getting crazy just thinking about it, I really understand why you want more now.

- I need you so much right now, especially your lips… everywhere - she groaned.

- My lips, my hands, my arms, my... everywhere, right? - he chuckled and kissed her again, this time harder and more passionately.

- Yes, everywhere, Colin…

- Oh... now I know you're getting crazy... I think all your hormones have taken over your mind... what if I help you with that?

- How? - she sighed.

He smiled and put his arm around her waist, helping her up from the table.

- I think you'll like what I got in mind...

Colin pressed his body firmly against hers, leaned her against the wall and started kissing her again, making sure she didn't move an inch because he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

- What else do you have for me? - she interrupted the kiss.

- Hmm... I was thinking of having some fun, just the two of us - he smiled - and I guess we'd have to make sure that the baby doesn't feel anything, what do you say?

- Our baby is the size of a bean. Don't worry, it won't feel a thing - she laughed.

He laughed as well and kissed her mouth passionately.

- Good answer... so what's your answer on my question? Would you like to have some fun?

- You know my answer - she bit her lip.

- That's what I like to hear... let's not waste anymore time then - he grabbed her hand to lead her to the bedroom and start doing what they love.

- Colin?

- Huh? Yes, sweetie?

- You don’t need to be gentle with me today.

- Oh, you think so? Would you like me to be a little rougher with you? - he smirked.

- Do whatever you want with me - she groaned.

- Now, you’re talking…

- Yes, Colin… I’m all yours.

- Now I definitely love that way you're talking today, let's get to the bedroom, I have something you'll love to see...

- What? A gift?

- Hmm, you know that I love buying you nice presents, but this one is more... intimate, for you and I to have some private fun.

- Okay then, can’t wait to see that - she was really curious.

- Oh, you'll love it, I'm sure of that... - he led her to the bedroom and opened the door.

- Let me see it. What is it?

After letting her in, he closed the door slowly and stood right in front of her.

- Close your eyes dear, and don't open them until I tell you to, can you do that for me?

- Of course.

- Good, I knew I could count on you... now, close your eyes tightly and don't peek at anything until I tell you, okay?

- I promise - she covered her eyes.

- That's the girl I know, you're such an obedient one... are you sure you want me to trust you? - he whispered teasingly in her ear and kissed her cheek.

- Yes.

Colin chuckled softly with a slight sparkle in his eyes.

- Alright then, you can keep your eyes closed, I'll tell you when to open then...

He brought his hands slowly to her eyes to check if she hasn't peeked.

- Good girl…

- Yes, but I'm a good girl just for you.

- Oh, is that so? So if I wasn't here, you'd be a very bad girl... who would you rather be submissive and obedient to rather than me?

- Submissive and obedient.... just for you - she whispered.

- Good... that's the way I like my sweet princess. Now, you can open your eyes.

He smiled gently and put his hands on her waist, wanting to see her reaction to what he had prepared.

- Oh… you are… naked - she smiled broadly.

- Yeah, and just let your eyes slowly go down and see what I've got prepared for you... - he laughed.

- Oh… I really like what I see - she bit her lip.

- I was hoping you'd like it...

He moved his fingers over her shoulder and leaned her body against the bed, then moved a little closer to her face, looking into her eyes.

- But now, my second question…

He paused for a moment as he moved his body close to hers more.

- Would you like to do more than just look?

- I’d love to… oh Colin…

- I hope so…

He chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, teasingly.

- But now, we should have a bit of fun... I think you'll like what I have in mind, you will enjoy this...

- Go on, Colin - she whispered.

Also, he began whispering in her ear, stroking her sides and caressing her body with his fingers.

- I want you to just lay back, relax and let me do all of the work... do you think you can handle that, princess?

- I'll try, but I'm sure I can handle it - she kissed him passionately.

- Good... I was kinda counting on you handling this.

He rested her completely on the bed, then lay down on top of her and began to passionately caress her body.

All she was able to do at that moment was sigh loudly.

- Let me take your clothes off.

- Yes…

He did it very slowly, teasing her.

- I love to tease you…

- Colin…

He pulled her a little closer and pressed his body against hers, beginning to kiss her neck and all over her body, going down and taking his time to enjoy every inch.

- You’re so hungry, Colin - her back arched.

- What can I say? I get really hungry sometimes... you're just too delicious to me - he chuckled.

He grabbed her thighs as his kisses went down, and then he murmured.

- Now, I think I'm gonna take my sweet time enjoying all of you, so stay still...

- It's really hard for me not to move when you give me so much pleasure, but I'll keep trying - she sighed loudly.

- I know it is, but like I said... this is all about you and me enjoying ourselves, so you'll just have to let me handle that...

As he continued caressing her body, he suddenly stopped and whispered in her ear.

- Now, I think it's time for me to take this to another level...

- Do it, Colin… - she groaned.

He smiled gently, biting his lips, became a little more serious.

- Okay, now, I want you to stay still and not move at all, I'm about to do something I think will feel very good.

- Oh, I’m sure about that - she whispered.

He pressed her body tighter to the bed, moving on top of her in such a way that their bodies were completely connected. He wanted her to be completely vulnerable.

- I’m all yours… - she wrapped her arms around his neck.

- Good, now I want you to trust my hands completely, okay?

He grabbed each of her wrists and placed them above her head, leaving her fully vulnerable.

- I trust you and your hands - she smiled at him.

- I'm glad you trust me, because I'm gonna use my hands to make you feel so much pleasure... I want you to let these hands do all the work by themselves.

- I want everything, I’m waiting - she tried to move to get more pleasure.

- No, no, no, no moving at all, you stay still, let your body take all of the pleasure I can give you, okay?

- I’m so hungry, give me that pleasure, please - she moved again under him.

- Oh my god, you're not following my instructions at all... - he grumbled at her - you want me to give you pleasure? Don't move right now, not even a bit, or I'll stop.

- I will now be a good and hungry girl. I'm not moving, I understand - she moaned.

He smirked.

- Good girl... now, I'm gonna take care of you and see if you can handle my touch.

As soon as he finished saying this, he began to put his hands all over her body, exploring every inch of her body with his palms, stroking and caressing her skin.

She moaned loudly.

His hands started to trace little circles on her body, every soft touch feels absolutely divine, he's making sure that nothing is going to distract her.

- Colin! - she moaned again.

He felt heat all over his body when he heard her moan.

- Such a good and hungry girl... are you sure you're still not trying to move?

- I’m sure, I promise to be a good girl and hungry of course - she laughed a little.

- Good... you better not be lying to me.

He continued to let his hands explore her body, starting to go higher up her legs. He did not stop teasing her.

She moaned loudly once again.

The sound of her moans filled him with anticipation, the higher he goes, the more the moans increase... He stopped right at her hips and whispered into her ear with a smirk on his face.

- Now, I think you're finally gonna like what I have to show you, right?

- I already love everything - she moans loudly again.

He bit his lips softly as he continues caressing the sides of her hips slowly and passionately, but then he stopped, because he knew she likes it when she can feel his body heat.

- Colin… don’t stop - she whispered.

- Now I think I want to make you feel something even better... I want to make you feel something absolutely spectacular.

- Give me that, Colin!

He nodded softly and leaned back slightly, his hands slowly moved down her body, reached the junction of her thighs and began to caress her there, slowly and calmly, he took his time. She was so wet there and so soft.

- I'm gonna enjoy teasing you for a while... you can give in right now and accept what I'm going to do to you, or we simply can wait a bit more... - he whispered in her ear, squeezing one of her thighs tightly.

- I give in now! oh Colin I love everything you do to me! - she moaned lightly.

- Good girl... now, you wanna know what I have for you?

- Yes! Yes!

- Okay then, how about I just do a little bit more exploring and I show you that with my hands, would you like that? - he sighed - So, I think I'll start moving my hands towards...

- Yes, Colin I want everything you have for me! Move your hands toward…

He put two fingers inside her. And began to move gently.

She moaned even louder than before.

- Oh I know what you want - he kissed her passionately.

- I’m so hungry, Colin! - she bite his lower lip.

He smirked and then whispered softly as he stroked his other hand down her body.

- Then let me feed you exactly what you're hungry for - he inserted a third finger into her, trying to push them in as deep as he could.

- Oh… I’m so hungry for you! - she screamed.

- Love this answer. I’m so hungry for you, and only you.

- Oh Colin! Faster! - she groaned.

- You know this is what I was building up to...

He began to push his fingers into her faster, massaging her pleasure button with his thumb.

- Exactly there, Colin!

- Oh, yeah?

- Yes!

His movements became more precise and faster, more rhythmic. He liked to make her squirm.

- Oh don’t stop moving your hands and kiss me. I need your lips on mine - she tried to move.

- You're trying to move, sweetie, remember what I said I'd do to you if you didn't keep still? Please don't make me stop what I'm doing to you...

- I’m sorry, but you’re making me squirm - she groaned.

- Good, you're supposed to be squirming and begging for more, don't forget that you asked for all of this... - he smiled - Do you want me to stop?

- No!

- Good girl... Now, how about I just keep these hands going the way they're going right now and they'll never stop... Do you want that?

- Oh my God, Colin! - she screamed.

He smiled and gave her a passionate long kiss.

- Oh trust me... I never will... If it was up to me, I'd keep going until I had no more energy to move - he laughed.

- I know you have enough energy to pleasure me now - she kissed him back hungrily.

He moaned and kissed her back passionately and eagerly.

- I love your hands! - she moaned into his mouth.

- I love knowing that you like my hands so much... I'm sure you'd like them more by the end.

He continued to move his fingers inside her hot insides, while massaging her breasts with his other hand. He sucked on her nipples. He was so hungry.

- Oh! This is what I want! Exactly there!

He returned to gently biting her neck and licking her.

- You’re a master in this, Colin. Don’t you dare to stop - she moaned softly.

- I swear, I won't... I'd never stop doing this to you...

He hugged his body tighter to hers, and then pulled her body closer to his, continuing to touch her there slowly and passionately, his hands never stopping.

- I’m about to…, you exactly know what! - she almost screamed.

- Oh yeah? You're already this close, huh?

- Yes! - she started to squirm, and breathe heavily, she was so close.

- Keep still, let's see if you can stop yourself... - he kissed her - you can't move at all now, okay?

- I promise not to move, but don’t stop, please - she screamed loudly.

- Then don't move and don't make a noise, okay? - he whispered to her ear.

- It’s so hard to be quiet, you’re so good to me - she moans loudly.

- It doesn't matter... keep still and quiet, okay? Or I'm gonna have to use my hands in such a way that won't let you make sounds anymore.

- Oh make me quiet, Colin. It’s so hard to make no noises - she moaned loudly.

- You sure about that? It might not be as fun as you imagine... - he began stroking her lower lip.

- Do it, please! - she bit her lip to be quite.

Once again bent over her body, his face now right in front of hers.

- You asked for it...

He pressed his hands firmly on top of her mouth and started to cover her with his body, stopping her from making any sounds, he pulled back slightly.

- I'm not gonna let you make a sound until you beg me to stop.

She nodded her head as a sign that she understood.

He pulled back a bit and give her a deep and long kiss. He laughed and stooped making out with her for a second. He was breathing heavily.

- Now, we're playing that game aren't we? So, let me hear you, how far can you go without begging me to stop? Be honest with me, okay?

Again she nodded her head to confirm.

- Good girl…

He sighs softly and let's go from her mouth.

- So, what do you think? You can take more of this?

- I’m still hungry, so yes I do - she moans softly.

- Perfect response, that's what I wanted to hear...

He moved his hands back to her mouth again, covered them to shut her up and pulled her body very close to his, his hips are all up to her body now, he's going to move just a little bit more just to get her even more hungry.

She was breathing hard through her nose, her body trembling with delight.

- Oh god, you're trembling, I can feel it through my body... and you're breathing so deeply and quickly... - he whispered.

She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, waiting for more delights.

He leaned forward a bit more, starting to move his hands all over her body again, his hips now pressed against her.

Colin heard a loud moan of delight.

- Let's see how much you can take, before I give you more of what you're craving... - he whispered to her ear.

She looked at him with wide-open eyes and nodded.

Again he began to massage her hot entrance. He pushed her rhythmically and continuously. Again he felt her trembling and squirming.

Her body trembled, she was close to fulfillment. She closed her eyes.

- Oh, you're close again, aren't you? I can tell... I know your body so well by now...

Her body arched as she reached fulfillment. She let out a loud and long sigh. She breathed hard trying to calm down after such a strong sensation.

He moved back slightly, no longer covering her mouth with his fingers, and let her breathe, watching her carefully, waiting.... waited for her to signal him that she wanted more.

Still breathing heavily, she slowly calmed down. She smiled at Colin, seeing the expression on his face.

- Don't look at me like that, so obscene, you made me tired. I don't even have the strength to move - she laughed.

He laughed softly and hugged her, his face has a satisfied look as he smiles softly at her.

- Oh, that was quite the reaction, I'd say I did my job well... do you want more or do you think you've had enough for now?

- That's enough for today. You really made me tired. But... Colin? What about your pleasure? You gave me so much joy, and all you got return was my pleasure - she smiled at him.

- Oh, trust me when I say this... It was worth it, I don't mind not getting much in return if it means that I get to give you what you enjoy the most - he kissed her softly.

- Oh, you are so sweet. I promise to make you happy soon too. You have so much stress at work, you need to relax - she stroked his head.

- I have all of the relaxation I need right here with you... It's always a good de-stresser after a long day at work... How about we just keep relaxing now? - he closed his eyes and hugged her.

- So you're tired after giving me so much pleasure? I knew it! You need rest, my lover. Let's get some sleep. But first, please get off me, you're heavy - she laughed and kissed his forehead.

- Sorry, sweetie... you're right, I do need some rest... and I can tell I'll sleep like a baby because of this...

He slowly moves away from her and lays down next to her. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply.

- I love you, Mr Zabel.

- I love you too, my dear.

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cuckoldry - jjk + kth

“i'm only doing this for him, don't forget that." “oh really?” he grins and turns her head towards me, "then watch him while i fuck the shit out of you."

» genre: smut! established relationship, cuckoldery (obvi)

» word count: 3.5k

cuckoldry - jjk

Thursday 3:45pm

"ah! there's my baby!" jungkook says as i join him on the bed. i grin and cuddle up next to him, "i was cleaning but i got bored."

he noses my head, "are chores not always boring?" i chuckle and playfully smack his arm. he pulls me closer and pecks my head, "i was actually thinking, uhm, are there any kinks of yours we haven't talked about? i know we haven't done everything we've talked about but i thought i should ask."

i lean my head against his chest and grin, "none that i can think of now, what makes you think of that?" he doesn't answer my question immediately. i lean my head up to look at him staring off, a blush apparent on his cheeks. i grin and grab his chin, "at a loss for words baby?"

he locks eyes with mine and shakes his head, "just, don't think you'll say yes so there's no point in asking-"

"you never know if you don't ask! come on, what is it."

he sighs, "what if, we invited someone else in? like maybe cuckholdery? i-i've always just wondered what that would be like."

my shock is beyond apparent on my face "y-you mean like, me having sex with someone else? jungkook you'd be okay with that?"

he shrugs, "whoever it'd be would be in on it too, everyone already knows you're mine."

i rest against the pillows on the bed and debate it, "i-if you're sure that's something you really want i guess i don't care. you're the only man i love and really the only man i want in bed, but if it's for you then why not."

his eyes light up and he grabs my arms, "wait really? it's that easy?"

"s-sure-"

"let's plan it now. oh god i downplayed how long i've been waiting to bring this up y/n. and i've actually been thinking, what about that guy taehyung? he's always eye fucking you and i don't particularly care to salvage my relationship with him because of it."

i tick my head to the side and debate his offer, "he is terribly flirty with me. but it just makes me uncomfortable. he's not my type."

jungkook chuckles, "you're not dating him you're fucking him, it doesn't matter if he's your type." i grin and lean my head against his shoulder, "yeah you're right. i don't care who, it's your scene, you plan it."

“Okay, i'll text the idiot and ask if he's up for it."

i nod my head and lean into his warm arms, "mm you do that and i'll nap right here." he smiles, "okay baby. sleep well."

thursday 4:45pm jungkook’s pov

"babe i'm leaving! i should be home in an hour or so." i tell y/n as i put on my coat and shoes.

i hear her little feet pad over to me before squeezing me in a hug, "okay, be safe," she turns me to face her before pushing up on her tippy toes to place a kiss on my lips, "i love you." she grins.

my head swirls with loving thoughts of her but i focus on the task at hand, telling her i love her too before leaving the house and making my way to the cafe to meet with taehyung. he's a friend of a friend, best friends with jimin whose friends with both y/n and i. we see him at parties and gatherings all the time, and he always takes too much of a liking to y/n and hardly tries to hide it.

i walk into the cafe to see him already sat with his back to the door, sipping tea while scrolling on his phone. i place my order before slipping into the seat in front of him. his eyes meet mine and he grins, "ah jungkoo-ah. i got here a little earlier than i thought i would. so what's up?" i take a deep breath and lean forward, thankfully we sat in a unoccupied side of the room but the cafe itself was busy enough to drown us out.

"look, it's no secret you find y/n attractive and i don't blame you, she's the most gorgeous woman i've ever met. we agree there?"

he hardly looks taken aback by my behavior, he only grins, "sure. she's very pretty and clearly attractive. sorry if i came on too strong with her, if that's the problem then i really respect the set up, i can distance myself-"

“I’m not here to scold you. lord knows it does nothing, i'm here because you're so adamant. y/n and i are trying out new things, one of them is this thing called cuckoldery." taehyung's eyes grow large and a smirk plays on his face as he leans back in his chair. before he can reply a waitress brings me my drink, he chuckles and bites his lip as he leans back in once she's gone.

"so, to make sure i have this completely right, cuckoldery is when a man lets another man have sex with his wife or girlfriend or whatever."

i nod my head, "get what i'm getting at now?"

he scoffs, "you're asking me if i'll have sex with YOUR girlfriend?"

"while i watch. yes." i simply reply.

he laughs and sits back, "she knows about this? like is she okay with all of this?"

"y/n is deeply, terribly in love with me. when i told her this was a kink of mine yes, we talked it through. she knows i'm here right now asking you. she's in if you are"

he nods along, "sure. i'm in. i don't think i've ever been with a girl like her. thanks for asking me. so when?"

i shrug, " didn't think we'd get this far honestly, i guess whenever-"

"now?" i pause and debate his offer, y/n is getting a few groceries right now, but she should be home soon.

“sure, we can head back and wait for her. she won't be expecting you now."

“Oh should we wait then?"

i chuckle, grabbing my coat and sliding it back on, "one thing about y/n, she loves surprises."

after some awkward 15 minutes i finally hear the front door open and the rustling of bags, "koo im home! can you help me with groceries please?!" she yells from the kitchen but i ignore her. knowing she'll come into the bedroom looking for me.

"jungkook?" her voice gets closer, before she opens the bedroom door, her eyes fall onto mine and she smiles, "i've been calling your name, are you okay?" i look to taehyung, whose shamelessly looking my girlfriend up and down. she follows my eyes to the boy beside her, jumping a little she holds onto her heart, "oh god you scared me. w-wait are we doing this today?"

"problem kitten?" i ask her from across the room, sat in a chair beside the bed. she shakes her head no as taehyung slides behind her.

"kitten huh? fitting." his hands slide to her hips and up, she tenses up, not knowing what to do. "i was told you knew about this, correct?" he asks.

she nods her head, "yes."

he hums, letting his hands drift into her shirt, "and you're okay with it?"

"yes."

he bites his lip and flips her around, "yes daddy."

she nods her head, "yes daddy.”

he smirks, a hand coming up to her cheek, "such a good girl. you're so obedient." he whispers in her ear before leaving kisses along her neck. knowing y/n, that in itself is enough to leave her soaking. her neck being extremely sensitive, and it doesn't take him long to notice that, listening to her quiet moans. "you sound so pretty, don't hold back. let him hear you moaning from another man. that's what he wants right?"

she struggles to contain herself and he grins, smashing his lips on hers as he backs her up, knees eventually hitting the bed and knocking her down against it.

he continues his attack on her lips, getting sloppier as his hands glide across her body, groping her breasts in his big hands, causing her to let out a loud moan.

he grins, pulling her shirt off and over her head, "you know how many times i've thought about what you'd be like in bed y/n? too bad you're taken. i guess i'm just lucky today!"

his hands go back to work massaging her breasts, playing with her nipples causing her to squirm and whine. "i-im only doing this for him, don't forget that."

“oh really?” he grins and turns her head towards me, "then watch him while i fuck the shit out of you."

she mewls and closes her eyes, worriedly i speak up, "y/n?, color?"

"g-green." she whispers.

i nod, "if it ever changes shout it."

"i know the rules." i bite my lip and sit back. already growing hard from the two of them. he discards his clothing and moves to her, undoing her bra and exposing her lace panties. ''mm so pretty kitten," he groans against her neck, leaving love bites there as one hand holds her thigh and the other ghosts around her heat. "too bad you're gonna ruin these pretty panties of yours."

he starts to rub circles on her clit causing her to let out a moan, closing her eyes as her head falls back. "so wet already baby, you like being touched by another man? what a slut."

he slides his hands under her underwear and rubs her with his thumb as he pushes a finger inside of her. y/n jolts up at this, whining aloud and arching her back, "so sensitive, you could cum just from this huh? my finger fucking your tight little hole until you're squirming and begging me to stop." he trails kisses along her chest, "should i?"

y/n stays quiet, trying to maintain any composure she has left but all of that slips away when he adds a second finger and starts to pump them in and out of her at a fast pace. "i asked a question kitten.

“i-i," she stutters, unable to form words in her state. her hand grips tight onto his arm as he picks up the pace, "'f-fuck daddy" she moans out.

he smirks darkly, "gonna cum already? you're so easy. go ahead kitten. cum all over my fingers like a good whore."

those words send her over, tightening around his fingers as he removes them abruptly, not riding her orgasm out. she cries out, back still arched and legs shaking. he removes her panties before lining himself up to her entrance. "such a good girl, cumming when told. as a reward, i'll stop teasing."

Your Pov:

my body feels as if it's on fire, my emotions with the situation completely conflicted with my body. taehyung doesn't give me much time to think, as i feel his tip against my wetness, i whine, wanting to feel full. he pushes in abruptly and i moan out at his size, not used to the stretch. not to say my boyfriend isn't large, but taehyung has something completely different.

he leans down against my chest, groaning in my ear, "fuck you're tight, your pussy is sucking my cock so well. bet your boyfriend doesn't fill you up like this, does he?"

i keep my eyes closed and breathing steady, but i forgot what happened last time i ignored his question. consequently, he gave me no time to adjust and started pounding into me mercilessly, pulling out almost completely then hitting my womb with every thrust. "come on kitten, say it. say you love my cock"

i moan aloud, "i-i love your cock." he groans, picking up my leg and putting it against his shoulder, "fuck that's it."

i feel the overstimulation get the best of me, my orgasm building much quicker than the last one. i tighten around him and he growls, "shit do that again."

i do as asked and he his moans grow louder, "fuck i always knew your pussy was good. look at you already so fucked out. you're close again. gonna cum all over my dick kitten?" i whine and nod my head. taehyung grips my chin harshly, "words." he demands.

"y-yes! i'm gonna cum on your cock daddy. i wanna cum." he groans, knowing how close i am. turning my head to the side and making me stare my boyfriend in the eyes. "if you're gonna cum on my cock, look at him while you do it."

guilt pools in my stomach as i look at jungkook, totally into what's in front of him and completely hard in his pants as he palms himself.

taehyung delivers a few more quick thrusts before i cum, moaning out his name and a few cuss words but he doesn't stop pounding into me. i can tell he's close by the way his cock is twitching inside of me. i decide to change things up a little, pushing him into the bed and sitting myself on top of him.

"god fuck kitten, go ahead. ride me." i grip his broad shoulders and bounce up and down, watching him throw his head back and groan. hands grabbing my ass so hard they're sure to leave marks.

“shit im so close." i hear him say, i lean into his ear, "come on daddy, fill me up with your cum. i want it to be leaking out of my pussy."

he groans, controlling my hips to bounce on him at his pace before cumming inside of me. i lean my head on his collarbone, ready to pass out entirely after all of this. "you done kitten?"

i don't entirely know who asked, but i nod my head, letting my eyes flutter close. i feel taehyung place me gently into the bed, kissing my cheek, "thank you" the bed feels cold as he slips out of it and i whine, pulling the sheets over my body. hear the seat beside the bed creak, causing my eyes to open slightly only to see jungkook's face.

i smile a goofy smile and he grins back, "you feel okay?"

i nod my head, "i want cuddles."

he chuckles and pecks my lips, "you can have all the cuddles you want, after my turn."

“hm?" i hum, confused. he sits on the bed beside me, only now do i notice he's also naked.

"you think i'm just gonna watch another man fuck you senseless and then go to bed? you're not done kitten." i nod my head and take the covers off of me, his eyes glow as he looks over all of the marks taehyung left. "damn dude. got a thing for that?"

i hear taehyung laugh, "my bad." he already has most of his clothes back on, and is leaning against the wall. jungkook catches me looking, "what, want him to stay and watch baby?"

i shrug my shoulders, a pout resting on my lips. he grins, kissing me passionately, "want us switch roles?"

"does she wanna watch next?" taehyung laughs. jungkook sends him a death glare. "you'd have to bottom."

taehyung clicks his tongue and crosses his arms, "yeah i'll pass, but only cause i didn't clean-"

"yeah yeah okay you're both questioning your sexuality, can we move on?" i shout and cover my ears. jungkook chuckles and grips my waist. "so impatient. you just made your punishment worse.” he moves up on the bed towards me and pulls me up onto my knees and i already know where this is heading. he grabs a handful of my hair and i open my mouth for him and he just grins, “such a good whore aren't you.”

he directs his length onto my tongue before pressing into my mouth. he lets out a moan as he begins to slowly fuck my mouth, and he doesn't keep an easy pace for long.

he loses himself quickly, head kick backed and eyes shut as he thrusts his hips, shoving his cock further down my throat until i'm choking and he chuckles and pulls out, “fuck you're getting too good at that.”

he flips me around onto my knees as my head is shoved into the pillows, he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my back before grabbing a silk rope and tying them together. i whine and squirm, "i wanna touch you."

he scoffs, "was i not clear? this is a punishment." he grips my hair and tilts my head back causing me to yelp, "it's not about you anymore kitten. you're gonna take my cock and the only thing i want to hear from your pretty mouth are your moans. understood?"

"yes daddy."

"color?"

“green."

"good girl. you know the rules." he slaps my ass and i yelp, moving my hips around. i hear him growl and smack me again. "hold still slut." eight more smacks and i struggle to contain myself. his cool hands soothingly rub over my ass. "good girl, think you're ready for my cock now?"

i nod my head and i feel his weight shift behind me. he runs a finger along my slit and i let out a strangled moan. "wet again? god you're a slut. how much can you take? should we keep taking turns until your pussy can't take anymore? is that what you want?" i shake my head quickly. "words."

"n-no daddy, only you"

"only me hm? you weren't saying that when he had his cock stretching your little pussy."

i whine squirm, on the verge of tears. "i-i only want your cock. p-please daddy."

i feel his breathe against my ear, "please daddy what?"

i breathe heavily, trying to find my voice, "fuck me."

he chuckles darkly, "how can i resist you begging like that?" he pushes his length into me and we both let out moans of satisfaction. he wastes no time, fucking into me with sharp thrusts that send me forward, but he keeps his grip on my hips tight as he moves.

"does this slutty pussy feel all used up now? or do you need my cum too." i moan and push my ass back against him, causing him to let out a loud groan, "need yours too."

"fuck such a good slut. take it then." he groans before filling me completely with his cum, fucking into me slowly. i whine, feeling hot and bothered so close to my third orgasm. he unties my wrists and pulls me close, peppering my face with kisses making me giggle.

he crawls out of bed, grabbing various objects of clothing and whispering something to taehyung, who I'd completely forgotten about.

he nods his head and looks to me. "have fun, thanks for inviting me." he puts a hand up and leaves. i wave goodbye and watch jungkook throw our clothes in the laundry bin before disappearing into the bathroom. i lay down against the fluffy pillows on the bed. letting a hand ghost down to my clit, still feeling needy and unfinished. undoubtedly on purpose, but i don't care in that moment.

i rub myself in quick circles, closing my eyes and replaying scenes of what just happened in my head as i get closer and closer before cumming for the last time.

"you done?" i look to jungkook standing in the doorway. finally giving me a good chance to check him out. all of those hours at the gym truly paying off this year, i grin and hang my feet off the bed, nodding my head.

he watches my behavior closely and chuckles, "can you stand?"

i smile and shake my head, "i would definitely eat carpet if i tried. truthfully, i can hardly feel my legs." he grins and walks over to me, kissing me a few times before scooping me up in his arms and sitting me beside the bathtub.

"where do you keep those little color thingy's?" he asks, poking around in the cupboard.

i giggle, "bath bombs? they're in a basket on the bottom shelf."

he lets out a huff and grabs one, "i was looking higher, silly me. you can't even reach that."

i roll my eyes and pout. he unwraps the bath bomb and hands it to me as he steps into the tub, slowly pulling me in with him, leaning against his chest as i watch the bomb dissolve into colors.

his hands soothingly rubs my thighs as he kisses my hair. i lean my head back against him. "love you."

he smiles, “i love you more."

the heat of the water combined with the movement of his hands cloud my mind. my eyelids feel heavier than ever and i feel myself slipping slowly into dreamland.

jungkook notices and laughs quietly, "goodnight princess. thank you.”

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Hello and happy saturday!! was wondering if there are any authors or particular books that have particularly influenced your writing??

What a lovely question! Hi! So there's this book called Voices, by Ursula Le Guin who is usually my favourite author, one of her later works and nominally YA. It's fantasy about a formerly thriving little nation state that's been invaded and systematically oppressed, and the main characters belong to the household of the man who was the elected leader of the nation in the old days. He was tortured; the family live hand to mouth. And then comes a time where, for the first time since the old days, they have real guests. And they don't have much to feed them, and their hospitality is so far from what it used to be, but everyone turns out and they clean the house from top to bottom. One of the kids asks why it matters, and gets schooled in short order about where their remaining dignity lies.

And, well, I can't see the book from where I'm sitting and I forget the line, but it's something like: this is what we mean about housework. If it isn't done honourably, then where is honour?

And I don't know if that book itself influenced me or Le Guin just codifies what I like to write about anyway, but that's my main theme and she's the author who gives it the most shape that I can think of. This idea that you really can peel potatoes to the glory of God, as the Jesuits say; that such work in the service of dignity and honour is as worthy as any great thing; and, in a way, that there are no great things, and that institutions, states, the non-corporeal structure of the world, is all cleaning the house before company comes. And I shouldn't think that, not really; I'm a constitutional lawyer and small strokes of the pen do influence seventy million people all at once if you do them right. But Le Guin, again, rebuts that by telling you that individuals matter ("The Ones Who Walk From Omelas" is the short story about that) regardless, because where else is the polity except in who and what it serves? I go back to Le Guin a lot on this; I'm trying to write something at the moment that is supposed to be a war story set in space, but turns out to be, as usual, some small things in a few people's lives that happen as a war rages around them, and why they keep on mattering as everything falls apart.

One of my other favourite authors is Natasha Pulley, and my favourite of her books (I love them all) is The Lost Future of Pepperharrow, which is a gaslamp fantasy set mostly in Japan, and it has lots of adventures and beautiful scenery and other fun stuff. But it's written in this devastatingly restrained style, which continuously reassures me that it's ok to write that way though obviously I don't do it as well as she does, and also, it comforts me that it's ok to write about grief. That melancholy and grief can basically be what you write about (if small things matter, small things destroy) even if a lot of people prefer romance and why shouldn't they in these terrible times. Thaniel, the main character, is a young gay civil servant, who knows in his heart if not his head that he's dying of tuberculosis. It's a queering of the consumptive Victorian girl trope, except Thaniel and Mori, his partner, are more immediately concerned about the imminent Offences Against the People Act that will criminalise male homosexuality. Exactly a hundred years later young gay men will die of AIDS-linked TB. It's a stunning book, never as popular as I think it should be, and I really aspire to writing one like it.

I hope that answered your question? idk! at least i hope it answered something.

#ursula le guin #natasha pulley #the watchmaker of filigree street

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shes the one pt. lV

part lll (bonus) discontinued*

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a/n; i figured since some enjoy the series i should start putting in the y/n (i shouldve done it back in pt 2 but… 🤷🏽‍♀️) so i apologize for not doing so until now

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It's been a couple days since Y/N had drunkenly admitted she had feelings for me. Also admitting that she was jealous of Dina. I still can't believe that she had always felt the same way. How could I not have seen it?

You never have to worry about Dina, though. She isn't even on your level. You have no competition, princess, I'm all yours.

I stood at her front door, holding some flowers and waiting for her to respond to the knocks on the door. She had a few rough days, she seemed so overwhelmed and fed up with everything so I thought that I would surprise her with something as beautiful as she was. Or at least try to.

Fuck, I just hoped she was awake right now. It was damn near eight in the morning. She's usually up around seven, seven thirty anyways.

"Can I help you?" Y/N's sleepy, soft voice sounded after the door swung open, her eyes, which were practically still shut, meeting mine, "oh, fuck. Morning, Ellie."

"Hey," I smiled, walking in since she had moved aside to let me through, "I heard you weren't doing so hot lately. So I made my own terrible version of a bouquet for you."

Y/N turned to me, a grin growing on her face as she noticed the drooped over flowers. My smile became awkward, holding them out to her.

"How sweet. How could I ever repay you for such a thoughtful gift?" she took the flowers from me, turning to go to the kitchen. That's when I glanced down to notice that she was just in a tank top and panties.

Take me upstairs and let me fuck you, for the love of God, "I don't know. Just... Let me be your favorite person for the rest of your life."

"Easy task, done," Y/N left her gift on the counter, turning to me and taking my hands into hers. She was so happy even though she physically appeared so tired and drained.

"Wait, you're being serious right now?"

"Yes, Ms. Williams. I'm being serious," her smile damn near lit up the room while my entire body felt like it was ready to explode. How was she so calm right now?

A loving smooch was placed on my cheek before she dragged me up the stairs and into her bedroom. What was she planning? Was this her trying to butter me up to start something a little intimate? I prayed it was but still kept myself together.

I was pushed down onto her soft, firm bed, Y/N straddling once more. My clammy palms met her waist, watching as she went in for a hug and hid her face in the little space between my shoulder and neck.

"Thank you for coming to see me, Ellie. It means the world to me," Y/N sounded to be crying. So I immediately pushed myself back to see her face and low and behold she was in fact crying.

"Hey, hey, hey? What's been going on the past few days, huh?" my eyes searched her face for an answer, wiping away her tears as she shed more by the second.

"Nothing. Just some friendship issues. Nothing serious."

Now that I think about it, she would always hang out with Dina or Jesse. Since the party, everything seemed just the same with Jesse but Dina had been acting off with her.

What the fuck did Dina do to her?

"Do you want to talk about it with me? Or we can bring you to Joel? What do you want to happen?"

"I just want you to hold me for a little bit, Ellie. Please?"

I chuckled softly, letting her hide her face again and rubbing her back as she silently sobbed. Sweet angel. You're going to be just fine. I promise.

"You don't have to ask me twice, princess."

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taglist; @lazyotakuofficial @kyootsies @effiredux

an; i didnt forget about this series i just wanted to post some abby content and im trying to push some joel content out too 🥲 (i was also a little inactive, apologies)

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2. Of winds.

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It was a windy evening. Y/n awaited the return of her husband again, praying to God, "Don't let this be another night of me waiting for the whole night, I'm too tired to be understanding of his duty right now. You know sometimes it is almost as if he enjoys making me wait. Every other constable and even officer gets home on time but not this man, he-"

"You can stop complaining to your Mahadev now priye, your darling husband is home," He stopped to lift his wrist, "two minutes early!"

Y/n watched his lips lift and form a huge smile as he stood with his arms spread out like a starfish.

"Haan toh? Just this week you made me wait for whole night without food and sleep, two minutes early doesn't compensate for it."

Ram's arms dropped comically fast, "But but then I went out and bought some nice crisp hot jalebi, don't forget that," Y/n for some reason found his slight stutter really adorable.

"You bought me sweets the day I had my nirjala vrat because of you, patidev."

The smirk on her face was a tell tale sign of how much she was enjoying reminding him of the night and the following day. Ram was certain that if he didn't do something immediately or more like if somebody above didn't do something, he'd have hear about it for the rest of his life.

One day he didn't come home and his woman used it against him every chance she got. He loved it, not that he'd ever say it.

"I still think you should say sorry and opt out of it, I don't think you can do eleven nirjala pradosh." Now she could argue that he was being mean, and she could absolutely do it but God's knew she couldn't.

For an entire day she had bugged Akhtar to Ram home. "Just tell him something shocking, he'll come running!"

After which poor sweet Akhtar slowly inched away and ran out of the house and straight to station.

Concisely that day he had to run back forth a lot before he hid himself in the shop.

"You're right I can't but now I have to, you cruel cruel man, how does one forget his own wife?"

Her words were harsh but her face- she had the most beautiful wide smile.

Being in the station and having to watch terrible stuff go on was exhausting. Ram felt like every day he stepped in that place a small piece of his soul left.

Y/n was a breath of fresh air, he looked forward to being with her at the start and end of his day.

Her friendship had eased his tension on the stormiest nights and annoyed him on the sunniest days. She knew it and she didn't intend to stop till he asked her to.

"Now that your self praise is done, dinner? I made aalu ka halwa."

Y/n turned to the kitchen to begin heating up everything.

Quickly he took off his uniform and kept it aside and went to shower. Usually he'd sit there and think for an hour but he feared if he made Y/n wait a other night for dinner, then she'd be having him as dinner. Also aalu ka halwa.

"So-"

"So?" A quick snort was awarded before she disappeared back in kitchen. "Sit, this will heat up in a second!"

"Do you want help?" Sitting alone was something he'd prefer in station, not at home.

She didnt answer but came out with a container, "Help? Itna pyaar? Mar na jau main!" She looked at him. He was currently giving her the most flat expression ever. "I'm kidding! The best help is to sit, eat and tell me about your day."

"Usually you keep shouting and whining about how work at the mill along with chores at home are crushing you. Now that your man offers help, you make fun of him. He bhagwaan mere hi bhagya m aisi ladki likhi?"

Hearing as she broke out tittering, Ram allowed a smile to form. "Now give me my halwa."

"Ji ji, right away," She scooped some out of the bowl and kept it aside, "but first, here is food."

"Skip to dessert?"

Quitely chuckling she set his plate, "Acha listen your uniform needs to be washed, so-"

"So?"

"So, take a leave tomorrow yaar." She just hoped he'd listen to her. He had no weekly leaves, worked close to sixteen hours, didn't even have leaves on festive occasions. How he had managed to live like this for years was a mystery she didn't want to solve.

"Why do I need to take leave for that? I have another."

It surprised Y/n how he didn't even take a second to consider it. Was it truly so bad for him? Did he truly could not afford a day off?

"Ram," She tore herself a bite, "one day? Just one day? Last time you stayed home was six months ago."

He inconclusively mmphed. Work seemed to have shifted his focus from his work to hers.

Y/n listened to him go off on a tangent about how some people from her workplace were protesting in front of British offices. He had to be there and curb them.

"You know for a second I thought you'd be there but thank God you weren't. By the way, why were they protesting, you never said anything about the problems at the mill."

Her breath took up a bit, he was right. Why didn't I tell him?

"Ram you know British, they poke their noses in everything and everywhere. I didn't think they'd be so interested or that their interest would run for so long. Anyway, you're taking a day off tomorrow and that is it."

Ram tried to protest. He could find the leader of God's any day now.

But wouldnt it be easier to find him when you're not dressed as an officer?

He had the perfect excuse infront of him and he seized it.

"Alright dear wife, I'll stay in tomorrow." He could hear leaves crinkle as wind blew pleasantly. "Chalo at least it's a good weather, I think I'll have a nice sleep."

"Haan, let's sleep out tonight!"

He had no idea how she managed to be so mature yet so childish at times.

"No, let's not give ourselves up to mosquitoes."

As if she knew he'd say so, she just went to wash the dishes and then changed into more comfortable clothes.

For a second she just stopped to stand in the courtyard and feel the wind in her hair and earth between her toes. Moonlight painted the world in a silver sheen while the lamps Cast a holy glow on her face.

Life had changed in past few months, she got married and then managed to form a decent relationship with Ram. Speaking of who, she hoped he wasn't planning to spend the night reading as always. That man was in desperate need of rest as anyone could be.

"Baaki ka I think you can finish up tomorrow?" Quickly she grabbed the diary and moved away before he could snatch it back.

"Nahi na, just a few pages and then I'll keep it away," well he could argue but Y/n recognized his excuses. It was never a few pages, it was either no page or all pages there was no in between.

"You have a chance to sleep properly, ek toh I don't why Mahadev bound me to single most stubborn and stupid man."

"Haan so what if I'm stubborn, you're stubborn too!"

"Not like you, at least I take care of myself!"

"I'm the one who takes care of you, devi!"

"How? When you're at duty? Bhoot bnke?"

"I send you food that you like! Last week I sent pyaaz k pakode, samosa and all, how can you say i don't?"

Ram looked at her as she stomped to the bed and lied down, "Haan that all you remember, you just can't remember to sleep or inform me!"

He rubbed his forehead and went to sit beside her. "Acha baba, I'll read tomorrow, bas?"

Cute as she looked irritated, Ram liked it better when she was pleased and happy.

"I mean abhi kl chhutti h toh, let's take a walk?"

It was nice weather for the first time in the season and Y/n did not want to spend that moment inside when she could be out, enjoying.

"Ahaan, walk and all you want to do but reading becomes an issue, nice. Chalo." Smiling to herself she got up and put on her sandals.

"You love it too, husband," She laughed as she saw Ram get shy after she winked at him.

"Pasand toh h, chalo madam aapki tamanna puri krde."

That's how they found themselves wandering just at the edge of the more forested area of the city. Somewhere along the walk Ram started talking about his work, divulging his stress.

"You're talented and studious, you could as easily get into other work, why do you keep going back to that good for nothing job?"

Y/n gently probed him.

"No Y/n you don't understand.. ever since I was a kid, this has been my goal. I always knew I wanted to get here. Haan, I just never realized how taxing this would be but that goal never changed."

The control in his voice, the tense shoulders broke her heart. Everybody was mourning the loss of their free will and here was this man, this man who made his choice to give up that free will.

"This goal, is it so important?"

"More than me."

After he trailed off, Ram didn't speak for good few minutes. Y/n didn't have the words either.

So they simply kept strolling.

"It's late, we should head back." Ram felt scared, he hadnt wanted to say a lot and then close off. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to say something. Perhaps he would finds the right words in the morning.

Anyways he was sure his wife would, she had that talent.

#rrr #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader

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porgthespacepenguin · 2 years

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Q’s Fate and S3 (a Qcard mini-meta)

So this started as an answer to @ellewood117‘s ask, which then took on a life of its own and became this mini-meta.

You can find the original ask here.

(Spoilers and speculation under the cut.)

Is Q going to die?

Something terrible is going to happen to Q, it's been pretty clear for a few weeks now. But there are three main options in front of us at this point:

Q dies, permanently

Q is saved at the last second

Q dies, but is saved later

Q dies permanently

Let's get the this one out of the way immediately. Q is a huge fan favourite, consistently popular, and probably one of the best loved TNG characters. Him coming to Star Trek Picard was a hugely hyped deal.

Letting him die and then rot forever would be exceedingly bleak, especially by Star Trek standards. Picard is ultimately a show about healing, and we just saw how traumatized Jean-Luc was by his mom’s death. They’re not going to add Q’s permanent death to the pile. That’d just be cruel.

Plus, I doubt JDL would have been happy with the season(s) if they had done Q so dirty. Or Sir Patrick, who is executive producer on the show, for that matter.

So letting him die forever is a remote possibility we don't truly need to entertain. Thank god for that.

Q is saved at the last second

Much more likely than the above, but I doubt it. If this were the direction the show wants to take, they would likely have broadcasted his impending death early on, perhaps circa 2.3 or 2.4. Instead we got hints until 2.7, foreshadowing in 2.7, and a clear announcement in 2.8.

Although Q was everywhere in 2.9, the episode didn't directly deal with him. So as far as the general audience is concerned, they learned he's dying at the end of episode 2.8, and they may see him again in 2.10. Way too short for a last minute save. They’d have wanted to milk it more, for the drama.

That they didn’t, tells me the drama is most likely coming in 2.10.

So: possible, but not likely.

Q dies, but is saved

Hence why @celestialwarzone and I are convinced that although Q will die in the finale (there's a book's worth of foreshadowing at this point), he's likely to be saved later on, for all the reasons I gave above.

If he is, then they're not going to do this off-screen. Fan favourite, etc.

So, on-screen, which means season 3. And nobody other than Picard makes sense.

Besides, season 2 has been taking its cues from Star Trek 4, and potentially Star Trek 2 if Q does dies to save Picard. We also know from interviews that season 3 is another nod to a TOS movie... which leaves 1, 3 or 5. 1 and 5 are out, for obvious reasons, so 3 makes the most sense when we consider that Q is likely going to die.

This is the option that makes the most sense by far, although we don’t have a shred of proof!

How does Q die?

Before we can even talk about how to save Q, our poor entity is going to have to, well. Die. Or disappear. Melt. Whatever.

Here, I'm forced to remain vague as the show has given us mostly foreshadowing in the form of a fairy tale:

“His magic was gone, stolen back in the very manner he had arrived by it in the first place. Beaten at his own game, he melted, and all was right again. In time, they’d forget he was ever there (...)”

Terribly ominous, but not very precise. Of course, it could be a simple metaphor, and Q’s death could be simply that: death.

But death is hard to come back from, even in Star Trek, and the word “melted” does stand out in her tale. So @celestialwarzone has a theory that he may fade into the timeline, disappear into the tapestry of time.

A theory that’s backed by Q’s own words:

“I, on the other hand, seem to be simply disappearing... into nothing.”

I’ll be honest: personally, I don’t quite know. I suggested in my time meta that the reason he dies has to do with the new timeline, but that’s the why.

The how will remain a mystery until next week.

How is Q saved?

Take me back to the start

Not knowing how he dies certainly makes it harder to guess how Picard could save him, doesn’t it?

However, I wonder if 2.9 didn’t give us a hint:

"Tragic endings might rewind into joyful beginnings. Moments of loss into those of gains."

Rewinding a tragic ending (Q’s death) into a joyful beginning (Qcard)? Sounds like Search for Q to me.

But what does “rewind” mean in this context? The entire scene shows us Maman’s tragic ending, then Baby!Picard moving in reverse until the fateful moment he opened the door, wishing he could undo it but unable to,

“This moment I am so powerless to reverse.”

And the show has been taking pains to paint both Maman and Q as dying suns, mirroring them extensively, so it would make sense to use her fate as foreshadowing’s of Q’s -- with a twist.

The entire scene, while heartbreakingly poetic, makes little sense if they’re not foreshadowing another tragic ending Picard will be able to undo this time.

Otherwise, we’re just adding on to the trauma pile, and that’s not what the show is about.

Incidentally, this scene reminded me of a song from Coldplay, “The Scientist”, whose music video is famous for going in reverse back to a tragic moment:

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Below the lyrics, abridged for brevity. They’re... interesting, to say the least:

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you, tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions

Oh, let's go back to the start

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start

Hmm.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures

Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science, science and progress

Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me

Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles, chasing our tails

Coming back as we are

Two Qs?

Agnes gives us another potential hint:

“To succeed, there must be two Renees. One who lives, and another who dies.”

If there are two Renees, there are two timelines. Perhaps even two versions of Q? Could it be that Picard manages to rewind time to the original “wound” and save Q that way?

But then, we’ve already done time travel this season.

(I HAVE QUESTIONS.)

All pure speculation at this point obviously... But if anyone can find a way to bring back a dead immortal back to life, it’s Picard.

And I’ve long thought that Picard saving Q, instead of being saved by him, was the next step in his character development once he’s overcome his trauma. It would make them equals in the narrative sense (they are equals, don’t mistake me, but in terms of the narrative he’s not there yet) and pave the way for his future ascension.

A S3 trailer detour

What little the early season 3 trailer gives away raises more questions than it answers, but there are some hidden gems.

Picard is writing letters. Goodbye letters? There seems to be more than one. But who is he sending them to? And why? Is he planning a one-way trip?

“I’m not a man who needs a legacy.”

Legacy? I thought the word was interesting at first, but it’s starting to take on a whole different flavor now that Soong has also been dropping the word left and right in the past 3 episodes...

“Evolution is not an act of preservation, it’s addition.”

Data, my beloved. Ascension, also my beloved. ❤️

Anyway, the part that stood out the most to me is this:

“Those were the days.”

Why would Picard unpack his old TNG uniform? These are 35 years or so out-of-date by now. Even if Starfleet were sending him on a mission, they’d give him a new uniform (like Raffi or Rios), not asking him to dig through his coffers for antiques. So, why?

Are we going back to TNG time? Are they going to pull a Kirk and steal the old Enterprise (assuming it still exists)? Is that why we see them aiming their phasers at something out of frame?

(SO MANY QUESTIONS.)

And the entire senior crew is coming along, we know that. They’re not playing cameos, they’re part of the main cast. So wherever Picard is going, so are they.

I have to ask again, why assemble a geriatric crew of old friends, if the mission isn’t strictly personal?

Just look at Deanna and Will’s lines:

“Aren’t we a bit overdue for a good old-fashioned road trip?”

“I promise, you won’t be alone.”

A good old-fashioned road trip? Certainly doesn’t sound like an official mission to me. And Deanna reassuring Picard that they’ll stand by him only adds to this feeling of a personal mission.

Yet Worf says,

“It is clear sacrifice is required again.”

So it seems they’re going to put themselves in danger. That kind of road trip, then, eh?

(Before we go back to the main ask, this line from Beverly certainly cracks me up:

“When the galaxy comes calling, you love it!”

You know who else occasionally comes calling, to Picard’s annoyance and secret delight, and could be reasonably be compared to a celestial object?

Oh, hi, Q.)

What or who will be the “villain”?

Showrunners described season 3 as a “fascinating and heartbreaking psychological exploration of Picard”, so I’m guessing, no villain?

Note how there are no main villains either in season 2, only consequences of their actions coming back to haunt the protagonists. Soong is perhaps the only exception, but we don’t know what role he’ll play in the finale.

So it wouldn’t shock me at all if season 3 just took the same route, with obstacles and antagonists but no actual villains, if that makes sense.

Will we see Q in S3?

If we do get a Search for Q scenario, I’d assume we won’t see Q until the late part of the season.

That doesn’t mean Q won’t be present as subtext. Look at episodes 2.7 and 2.9: although Q is nowhere, he’s absolutely everywhere.

And if season 3 truly is a psychological exploration of Picard, we’re likely to get a lot of Qcard from Picard’s perspective, which we’ve sorely been lacking. Personally, I’d love it.

Conversely, remember this line from episode 2.7?

“What if the lesson I take is... know him?”

Yes, Picard initially meant that he wants to know Q so he can go “on offense” (PICARD YOU MUPPET), but that ship has clearly sailed. Q is not a threat to them, Soong is.

So why that line?

Well, if season 2 was “know thyself” for Picard, season 3 could very well be “know Q”. I for one would love to learn more about Q, his background, his feelings...

Imagine if we get both Picard’s perspective and learn more about Q? Bliss.

Anyway, my point is: we could be getting a lot of Q and Q-card, without seeing Q directly on our screen until the end.

But since we’re getting a Q/Riker scene, it’s very likely we’ll see him at some point. So take heart.

#star trek #star trek picard #star trek spoilers #star trek picard spoilers #q of the continuum #star trek q #qcard #qcard meta #Youtube

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sarehime · 2 years

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THREE OF US - Prologue

Relationships: Yoo Sangah/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja.

{Be at home. Now.}

When Sooyoung saw the message first time, all she can do was narrowed her eyes. There was something wrong with this text message. Her husband wasn't someone who can order easily, especially to her. If he wasn't angry.. If he was angry enough to order her like that, then something was terribly wrong.

She already had a guess. She was caught by her husband. She sighed. Again.

"He will definitely divorce me one day."

She mumbled and pocket her phone. She already hit on the way of her home...

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Well, the scene was as she expected. Dokja smiled to her. Fake, she thought. And Yu Sangah sat on a sofa and she looked like very ashamed. Ha ha, damn, she thought again.

"Welcome, wife," Dokja said cheerfully.

"Yeah, husband," Sooyoung reply.

"I think I don't need to introduce our guest since you know her very well or should I say... very close." Sooyoung sat beside Sangah with a troubled face.

"You don't have a shame right?" Dokja asked but she didn't think he expects an answer. "But I expected something like that to you but you! Sangah-ssi! I really didn't expect a shameful act like that from you! How can you do this to me?" Sangah clutched the fabric of her skirt. Sooyoung already could tell that she wants to dig her own grave.

"I am sorry, Dokja-ssi. I am really sorry," Sangah apologized. Dokja sighed at her apology and he sat down at their front.

"Being sorry doesn't solve this problem," he said.

"I-I can give a compensation money," she said. "I also pay your court expence!"

"What court?" Dokja asked. Sooyoung's eyes widened because of that words. No... She didn't want. She didn't want to break up with Dokja! He was her muse! If he wasn't by her side then she couldn't write! No!

"Di-Divorce?" Sangah said with an innocent look. Dokja looked at her like she said something really stupid.

"HAH!" He suddenly snapped. He started to laugh. Sooyoung and Sangah looked at him like he lost it. Then Dokja suddenly stop to laughing like how he started and looked at Sangah directly.

"What divorce? You break up with my wife and then I forget this and we will back to being co-workers again like nothing happened. Am I clear, Sangah-ssi?"

When Sangah understood what he means, she frowned.

"No," she said and looked at the Sooyoung. "We love each other. I won't break up with her." She turned her head to Dokja again. "Don't you have an honour?! How can you not divorce someone like Sooyoung?!" Dokja stood up angrily.

"She can be a bitch but I love her. Break up with her. You are too good for her, Sangah-ssi!" Dokja cried. Sangah ignored his cry and she stood up too. Her cheeks became red due to heat of this situation.

"No, Dokja-ssi! You are actually so good for her! Do you really plan to grow old with her? I fall in love with a douchebag but you can find another love better than Sooyoung. And I am really sure you can find since everyone in this world is better than that jerk!"

Sooyoung couldn't understand if they fight each other for her or they just teamed up to roast her.

"Hey!" Sooyoung shouted. "Let's calm first, okay?" Dokja and Sangah focused on her immediately.

"Be calm?" Sangah said. "How can we be calm about that?"

Sooyoung looked at her and smiled.

"There is always a solution, babe!" She said. "If I didn't misunderstand, you two don't want to break up with me right?" Thank God, she thought. I can't break up with both of them. They nodded at her words.

"Then let's make a deal!" Sooyoung said it like she was about to say something very brilliant. Dokja and Sangah didn't sure about that but also willing to listen her.

"What's deal?" Dokja asked without knowing he would be regret about that later.

"Did you ever hear the term 'threesome'?" Sooyoung smiled brightly while said it.

Dokja and Sangah just couldn't believe what they hear... And when they understood what she means, they both shouted,

"WHAT?!" very harmonically...

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient reader #kim dokja #han sooyoung #yoo sangah #orv fic #orv

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Make Me Forget (Part 1) - Elijah Mikaelson

Pairing: Elijah x reader

Warnings: angst

A/N: Celebration Summer #8. There is a part 2 to this so don't fret. Prompt is Person A gets injured Person B is not happy.

wc: 1759

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Elijah Mikaelson and his family had left Mystic Falls to move to New Orleans months ago. And they’d left you behind in the process. After he swore to you that you’d never have to be alone again, he’d left you with little more than a letter telling you it was for the best. Associating with his family was dangerous. He couldn’t put you in danger. It would be better if you forgot about him. All of them.

What a load of shit. Elijah had swept into your life and turned everything upside down. For the first time you were a priority to someone other than yourself. It didn’t take long for him to become the center of your universe. You moved into the house and became part of the family. Klaus and you would create art and bitch about the Scooby gang. Rebekah took you shopping. Kol would try to get you into trouble while you tried to keep him out of it. And you succeeded for the most part. You’d kept him from getting killed by Jeremy and Elena. Surely, that was enough to cement your place in the family.

But they’d still left you. And it had been Elijah’s doing according to the rest of them. You texted and called and they told you how much they hated leaving you behind but Elijah had put his foot down. Threatened to leave them all if they went against his wishes.

Rebekah did admit it was dangerous at the moment. A bit of trouble with a pregnant werewolf and some witches. She still insisted it would be better with you there. That they’d all protect you.

Klaus begged you to come to his rescue. Elijah and the werewolf would be the death of him, he swore.

Kol just missed his friend. He spent hours talking about all the things the two of you could do if you were there.

Elijah was silent. There hadn’t been one answered phone call or response to any of your texts.

Rebekah swore he missed you. That he was a miserable bastard without you.

Klaus and he had argued terribly when the hybrid threatened to fetch you from Mystic Falls and bring you home where you belonged. Elijah had yelled and destroyed half the room.

Kol said when there was a moment of peace, Elijah sat alone and stared at a picture of you. “I caught him crying, Y/N. It was horrible,” he told you, dramatically.

You didn’t necessarily believe any of them. After all, he found it so easy to leave you, why would he brood over your absence. But you missed your family. You were going to New Orleans. Even if Elijah was angry with you for going against his wishes, the rest of them would welcome you with open arms. You’d just have to stand your ground with the suited Original.

There were probably a thousand better ways to get to New Orleans, but you took a bus. It was cheap and you didn’t have to drive. And even better, it didn’t involve flying. You hated to fly. You stepped off the bus and adjusted your backpack on your shoulder. You’d decided to travel light. While you intended to stay forever, you weren’t sure everyone else would be on board with that. If you did stay, you knew Rebekah would be more than happy to take you shopping to replace your clothes. And Klaus would pay for them if Elijah didn’t. It used to bother you when they spent their money on you, but you’d long gotten over it.

After typing in the address on your phone, you started to follow the walking directions. You were actually quite close to your destination when you were yanked into an alley. Almost before you had a chance to process what had happened, teeth tore into your neck. Son of a bitch. You fumbled in your bag as the vampire drank deeply. Your fingers wrapped around your stake and you slammed it into the asshole attacking you. He hissed in pain and stumbled back giving you the chance to pull it out and stab him again with more precision.

He collapsed at your feet and you stepped over him as you pulled a rag from your bag. You pressed it against the wound and tried to look inconspicuous as you stumbled the rest of the way to your family. Your head spun as you reached the door and you knocked quickly.

The door flew open to reveal none other than Kol Mikaelson. He grinned at seeing you, but it faded immediately when he noticed the state you were in. He grabbed your bag in one hand and placed the other on your arm to lead you into the house. “What happened to you, Darling?”

You made a sound of annoyance. “Guess.”

“Don’t be cheeky.” He dropped your bag by the stairs and continued to steer you through the house. “Brothers, we have a visitor,” he said when the two of you reached a library. Nik and Elijah’s heads snapped in your direction.

Nik stood in front of you in a flash. “Bloody hell, love. Can’t stay out of trouble for five minutes, can you?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s good to see you at any rate. Come, Kol.” The hybrid strode from the room, dragging his protesting brother along with him.

A moment later, Elijah stood in front of you. Dark eyes stared at you as he lifted a hand to your neck. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he pulled the rag away to get a view of the damage. His hand clenched at his side and you flinched. He’d never hurt you, but it was rare to see him so angry. And you weren’t certain if he was angrier at the vampire that attacked you or you for being there.

His lips pursed as he stared at you a moment longer, then he bit into his wrist and offered it to you. You drank enough to heal then stepped back. He strode away to the far side of the room. Keeping his back to you, he hooked one hand around the back of his neck and rested the other on his hip. “What were you thinking coming here? Did I not make myself perfectly clear that you are not welcome here?”

“I missed you.” God, did that reasoning sound pathetic to you now. How had you ever thought that would be enough for him?

He was back in front of you in a flash. “You deliberately went against my wishes. You followed us here despite knowing I did not want you here and look what happened. Do I need to say anything else to prove my point that it is too dangerous for you to be near us?”

“This had nothing to do with you, Elijah. This was some random asshole vampire picking the wrong person to snack on. I killed him for it.” Frankly, you didn’t understand how he could go from being madly in love with you to not wanting you around overnight. “Everyone else wanted me to come. Didn’t you miss me at all?”

“How could I miss someone that cares nothing for their own wellbeing?” he stated quietly, making you flinch again. It would have been better for him to yell. At least then you’d know he was simply angry with you. His monotone delivery made you believe that he simply didn’t care. Tears instantly flooded your eyes. Why had you asked that question when you were so afraid of the answer? He stepped past you and stopped at the door. “You can stay the night. Tomorrow you leave New Orleans and you will not return,” he said in a low tone. Then he was gone.

You didn’t move as tears streamed down your face. Vaguely you were aware of Elijah and Nik yelling at each other elsewhere in the house, though you couldn’t make out the words. Then you were pulled into a firm chest as arms wrapped around you. “Elijah’s an idiot, darling,” Kol whispered to you.

When you just continued to cry without saying anything, he swept you up in his arms and carried you to one of the chairs. He sat and placed you on his lap. You leaned against his chest and he played with your hair in an attempt to calm you. “It will be all right, Y/N. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to. You and I can get an apartment on the other side of town. We’ll put it in your name and you can tell Elijah to fuck off when he wants in.”

That pulled a laugh out of you though it sounded rather pathetic. “At least I know why it was so easy for him to leave now. I mean, what a bother I must have been. I always wondered what he saw in me and now I know. Nothing. God, you’d think it would be a relief to finally know, right? So why does it hurt so bad?”

“As angry as I am with my brother right now, Y/N, I don’t think—”

“No. It’s okay, Kol.” You sat up and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “You don’t have to lie to me anymore. Rebekah said him and the wolf seemed to be getting along. Maybe he’ll love her and it won’t be a lie.”

You stood and held up a hand to stop him when he moved to follow. “I’m not angry with you, Kol, but I need to figure out how to live without all of you. See, he told me he loved me and that he’d never leave me. That I’d never be alone again and he abandoned me at the first opportunity. And he took my family with him. And when I come back to all of you, he made it very clear that I am not wanted. I was prepared for him to be angry. I wasn’t prepared for him to not care.”

You paced the floor as you thought about your next step. Kol’s dark eyes followed you. He was at a loss at what to do, how to comfort you. He could beat the shit out of his brother but, while that might make him feel better, he doubted it would help you any. Suddenly, you snapped around to face him. “Compel me.”

His brows shot up. “What?”

“Compel me to forget. Just let me forget all of you.”

#elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fanfiction #elijah mikaelson x you #the originals fanfiction #vampire diaries fanfiction #celebration summer

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tomhollandisabae · 3 years

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okay so i saw this on youtube where the girlfriend cries into the bathroom and locks the door to get her boyfriends reaction, i was wonder if you could do that with reader and tom, i feel like his reaction would be just 🥺. lol you don't have to do this.

Thank u so much for ur request, and sorry for taking to long to answer.��❤️

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Pillow fight- Tom Holland x Reader

Summary; You decided to prank your boyfriend, but things got a little twisted.

warnings; fluff, ig a lil angst, and i lil make out session in the end

words; 921

You've been scrolling through Youtube for the last two hours, due to the lack of actives you had for the day. Tom, your boyfriend, had just returned home from filming Spiderman 3. You'd spend all day cooking breakfast, watching tv, cuddling and of course making out. Tom had gone to the kitchen right now to pick up some snacks for you to eat while watching netflix, when you came across a video with a girl that had pranked her boyfriend. She had locked herself into the bathroom and she pretended like she was crying, while her boyfriend was trying to figure out what was wrong.

Suddenly an evil idea came into your mind.

“I'm back!!” Tom said and excited when he entered your bedroom and plopped himself onto your bed.

Immediately you got up and rushed to your bathroom not forgetting to lock the door behind you. Tom was taken aback by your actions. Then, you started crying and sobbing, making Tom run towards your bathroom.

“Babe!!” He said yet you didn't answer.

“Baby what's wrong?” he asked concerned.

“Go away!” You commanded.

He was in shock. He couldn't figure out what could have been wrong with you to make you react like that.

“Baby, y/n, please talk to me… tell me what's wrong?” when you didn't answer again; he spoke once more.

“Did I do something? If I heard you, I want you to know that im terribly sorry.” He said while feeling his own eyes welling up with tears.

You pretended like you were sobbing even harder, when you heard Tom sniffing outside the door. You wondered if he was really crying. Why would he cry? Now you were feeling so bad for making him cry for no particular reason, just because you wanted to prank him.

“Y/n…” you heard his voice break while he called out your name weakly.

Right away you got up and unlock the door, opening it, and came face to face with a crying Tom. You saw him sitting down on his knees while he had buried his face into his palms. You felt terrible. You knelt down next to him and touched his shoulder softly.

“Tommy…” you said in a whisper.

He lift his head to look at you, but when he saw your face without any sign of tears or something to give away that you were crying, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You're okay?” He said more in realization.

“I'm sorry Tommy, I just wanted to prank, I didn't thought that i'd hurt you in such way. I'm so sorry baby.” You admitted and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“What?” He asked in shock.

“Im so sorry love.” You said placing your head softly I the crock of his neck and you heard his letting out a deep breath.

“It's okay darling. I'm just glad that your okay. That'll do.” He joked.

“Tom don't joke about it, I feel so bad that I made you cry.” You said in a sad tone.

“It's okay, it really is. I just… I thought that I done something to hurt you, but i'm so glad that everything is fine. After all I deserve it, for leaving you all by yourself for two months.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, that's true. I was really lonely, but still it's not fair that I made you cry.” You tilted your head so you could look him in the eye.

“Sis shut up.” He said and lift you up throwing you onto the bed, while he got on top of you.

“Tommy, what are you doing?” You laughed while he started tickling you.

“Oh my God please! Tom! Stoooppp!” You said while dying in laughters.

“Nope! I ain't gonna stop till you say that you're not sorry for making me crying. Me? Crying? Bro, i'm spiderman, im never crying.” He said.

“No shit Sherlock. I've seen Spiderman crying more that a one month old baby.” You mocked him.

“That's it! That's war!!!” He said and sat up, kneeling on the bed while grabbing a pillow.

“Come on! Come on!! You called it” He challenged you. You did the same, grabbing your own pillow and starting a pillow fight with him.

A few moments later, both your hair were messed up and you were screaming on top of your lungs.

“Fuck you bitch!!” You yelled at Tom and you saw him smirking.

He stopped throwing his pillow at you and smirked.

“Oh no…” You said scared, knowing what was about to come.

“You've no idea how creative you are today darling.” He said getting closer to you.

“Hmm yeah, i'm getting that a lot.” You said seductively.

“Let's see if you're gonna come up with even more ideas the next hours while we'll be busy.” He said and pushed you back on the bed, getting on top of you.

“I'll do my best!” You winked as he crashed his lips onto yours in a very passionate and heated kiss.

“You’ve no idea how much I love you.” He whispered.

“Maybe I do…” you said smirking.

“Really?..” He said with the same expression as you.

“Mhhm… and you know what..” You said as he had began kissing your neck.

“What?” He murmured into your neck.

“I love you too.” You admitted and he lift up his head to look at you smiling.

“Wanna show me?” He asked you sweetly.

“If you're up for it.” You challenged and he smirked before diving into your neck again, continuing with his work.

#peter parker #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #spiderman #tom holland #far from home #homecoming #tom holland fluff #marvel #tom holland fic #tom holland funny #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagines #tom holland x fem #tom holland x y/n

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roll-da-credits · 3 years

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HC; Karasuno Boys Being In Love

Character: Hinata Shoyo, Tsukishimia Kei, Kageyama Tobio

A/n: EDIT OMFG I DIDN'T REALIZE I WROTE SUGA INSTEAD OF KAGEYAMA??? LIKE I WAS ABOUT TO WRITE ABOUT SUGA BUT THEN GOT STUCK OK I'M FUCKING EMBARASSED BYE

🖤❤️🖤

Hinata Shoyo

Hinata isn't as innocent as everyone sees him, he's in tune with his own feelings and knows when he's feeling something intense

That doesn't always mean he knows what that feeling is. He knows he's feeling something but he doesn't have a word to describe it

So he does the next best thing, asking someone he thinks knows better than him

Now this can go 3 ways, either he actually asks someone who understands what he's feeling even with his terrible description of what it feels like, someone like Daichi, or even Tanaka (cause let's be honest this boy would know how love feels like)

He asks someone who's equally clueless at what he's feeling, someone like Kageyama or Kiyoko

Or worst case scenario he gets teased about it and the person doesn't even tell him what it is, someone like Tsukishima or Nishinoya (who probably would tell him after Hinata begs him, but he'd probably tease him a lot beforehand)

If Hinata doesn't get an answer he'd confront you about it

He would tell you that whenever he sees you he can't help but smile brightly, not to mention whenever someone mentions you he can't help but immediately join into the conversation

He'd tell you how much it hurts him whenever he saw you sad, how much he wanted to cheer you up

He tells you the weird feeling in his chest every time you'd talk to him, though his words to describe it are probably weird, you'd get the general gist of it

Hinata wouldn't be embarrassed about it, once he knows exactly what it is he was feeling, he'd confess a second time, even if you don't feel the same, he'd just smile and say that it was okay

Cause truly, it was okay, he doesn't mind letting the feeling disappear on its own. But if you felt the same way? This boy would feel that intense love tenfold, never forgetting to show you how much you meant to him

jk that's not his banner it just looks fucking hilarious

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama is TERRIBLE at feelings, not only would he be clueless at what the weird feeling in his stomach whenever he heard you laugh, but he'd also NEVER tell anyone about it

Smh child

He doesn't know why when he looks at you everything seems to get quieter, all he can hear and see is you and your voice, it was distracting

He'd try and ignore it with all his might, you being in the same room as he would distract him so much that he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything

It frustrated him, not only did he hate the unfamiliar feeling, but he hated that he knew you were the root cause of it

He didn't want to seem mean or cold to you, since he wanted to be someone kinder than he was

Though the final straw was when he missed a ball he wanted to set, all because you slipped and almost fell down

He would confront you and tell you to never come to his practices and not to bother going to his matches, telling your existence is a bother to him

Yes he knew those words were extremely harsh but he couldn't let a single person distract him from his life, this life being volleyball

Then he noticed something even more infuriating, your absence made a different feeling come out, a more intense, painful, and distracting feeling

At this point, I feel like either Daichi or even Ukai would notice the change in his behavior, which would lead to one of them confronting him and asking what was happening

After listening to him, they'd urge him to apologize to you and instead explain with his words why he didn't want you around, hoping to whatever god was up there that you'd understand his feelings enough to explain that he was in love

When he did that, he quickly realized the feeling at the start was a burden, he felt burdened at the fact that he couldn't confess, when he finally did and you accepted, all of those burdens were replaced with a new feeling

A feeling once again, he could not describe nor would ask people about it, all he understood was the feeling helped him, it helped him be better, and because the source of the feeling was you

He realized, you helped him be better

Tsukishima Kei

Now when it comes to our lovely salty beanstalk Tsuki, he, unlike Hinata or Kageyama knows exactly what it was

He's knowledgeable enough to know that the reason he wouldn't mind as much when you were annoying him, was because he loved you

Though at first, he'd very much disregard the fact that he loved you, to him love was such a strong word and such an intense feeling that he was a bit scared about it

It overwhelmed him and just like Kageyama, it distracted him

In the end, he would always tell himself that he'll just confess to you in the most natural and casual way just to get it over with

But when the time comes, he always backs out

He doesn't know why he backs out

Maybe it was because of the look of anticipation in your eyes that made the fear bubble up all over again, or maybe it was the way you stayed silent waiting for him to continue that made him feel unworthy of you

He's not dumb, he knows how mean he actually is, he's actually quite proud at the fact that he can come up with sarcastic and demeaning remarks to you

But at the same time he's smart enough to know that someone like you don't deserve someone like him, he's scared to be rejected of course, but he's more scared to be accepted

He doesn't want to see you with someone like him, he doesn't want you to be hurt just because you love him

But of course just like Kageyama that feeling will bubble up to the point where it's unbearable, and one day in a fit of rage whilst arguing with you

He straight-up confesses, and when he sees you frozen in the spot with nothing to say, he regrets it

He laughs demeaningly and insults you to cover his regret, leaving you just like that

You'd have to be the one to come to him the next day and tell him whether or not you feel the same.

If you didn't feel the same, Tsuki would again, insult you, demean you, embarrass you, that's just how he copes, you'd have to be patient and listen to all of his insults

If you did feel the same, Tsuki would pity you, he'd pity you for loving someone like him, but he's selfish enough to keep you for himself. He tries to be better, but he's again, too selfish to let you go whenever he goes a little too far

Either way, you'd have to be patient with him, it's his personality to be mean and salty, you can't change him just because you make him feel a more intense feeling other than annoyance, you'll have to fall in love with that part of his personality too

🖤❤️🖤

#tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hinata shoyo x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #hinata fluff #kageyama fluff #tsukishima x you #hinata x you #kageyama x you

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high-functioning-lokipath · 3 years

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Marriage with a Spin - Loki x Reader - Words: 2,613

A/N: Enemies-ish to Relationship & Fake Relationship trope-ish LOL…Pic below is not mine but simply is for reference about rings...this was the best basis I could find 🤣 I'm using the Spin and Zero rings in this oneshot

Also! A big thanks for @ladylulu143 for helping my come up with a title and for proofreading this for me! 💖💖🤗🤗

"Alright, this is the latest alien artifact we have found," Steve said. He held up a gold ring with a small blue stone. "When on, the wearer can decelerate time around them, appearing to be at superspeed to those watching."

"So what's the deal now?" You asked. Tony brought a picture of another ring on the screen behind Cap.

"This recently popped up on our radar. By the readings we're getting from it, it seems to be related to this guy here. However, it's being held in this mansion," Tony said, clicking to the next picture. "Owned by billionaire Samuel Thatcher."

"So what am I doing here again?" Loki asked flippantly.

"Mr. Thatcher is holding a gala tomorrow night. You and Miss Y/L/N will be attending and will conveniently slip away at some point during the evening to retrieve the ring from his vault."

"Loki and me?" You exclaimed. "Why? Would you fit in much better at one of those swanky parties?"

"Everyone knows me, Y/N," Tony said, rolling his eyes.

"What about Steve then? He knows how to dance and be all proper! He's from the 40's for goodness sake!"

"Have you ever seen me try to fit in at one of those, how did you say it, swanky parties?" Steve asked with a smirk. "You two have enough class to fit in. Besides, the vault is secured by a fingerprint and retinal scan. The only person here who could pull that off is Loki."

"That is true," Loki replied with a smirk.

"Fine. What time is it?" You groan.

"6pm tomorrow," Steve answered. You nodded and got up to leave. "Oh! And one more thing!" You turned around suspiciously and saw an unnerving smile plastered across the face of America's Golden Boy. "You're going as Mr. & Mrs. Hank and Audrey Williams."

"Mister and Misses?" You both exclaimed. Steve nodded and Tony was smirking.

"Don't forget this!" Tony said, tossing the ring to you.

"Is this supposed to be my wedding ring?" You asked sarcastically.

"Actually no," Steve said. "It would seem that the ring only works on the right middle finger."

"Great. So what am I supposed to do about this?" You asked, wriggling your left fingers.

"No need to worry, darling," Loki replied. He waved his hand and a beautiful gold and emerald wedding band appeared on your finger. "Now, shall we go to my room and prepare for the rest of this delightful mission?" He asked, a touch of sarcasm in his voice.

"Of course, my dear," You replied, rolling your eyes.

The next day, Loki came to your room at about 3 in the afternoon. "What do you want, Loki?" You growled, quite annoyed that he was bothering your 'me-time'.

"Change into your uniform and meet me in my room in 5 minutes. We need to prepare." He turned to walk away but you grabbed his arm.

"Why? We should be resting before our mission tonight! I thought we already did all our planning yesterday!"

"Tactical, yes. But not practical." He once again turned away and started down the hallway. You groaned and ran after him.

"What do you mean practically? We get fancied up, we go, we get the ring, we leave. If we get in any sort of confrontation, we fight and then we leave! Simple!"

"What are you going to wear?"

"Well I can't show up in tactical so I have this old party dress. It's not perfect but it'll do I guess."

"No it will not. Where will you put your weapons? What if you need to run? Or fight?" Loki listed off his objections quickly and tutted at you. "No, no. That simply will not do."

"Well what do you suggest, oh great fashion god," You replied sarcastically. Loki rolled his eyes and waved his hand. "Oh my!" You gasped. He'd transformed your current outfit into a lovely floor length, emerald green dress. He even outfitted you with jewelry!

"And I can do the same with your-what did you call it? Tactical gear?"

"Ok, ok," you chuckled. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." You smiled genuinely and, for a moment, you thought he would return the sentiment. But he kept his disinterested demeanor and whooshed away the dress.

"I'll return it later when you're ready. You will need to do your own hair and makeup." You nodded and headed back to your room till the evening.

That night, you stood at your mirror adding the finishing touches to your mascara when suddenly there was noise beside you. Jumping in surprise, you accidentally smeared the mascara on your face. "Loki!" You exclaimed, seeing the mischievous prince standing in your room. "You scared me!"

"Well, I am naturally terrifying." You rolled your eyes and turned back to the mirror to fix your face.

"There! All done," You announced. "Well, with the exception of my dress and-" Before you could even finish he had cast his illusion upon your clothing.

"Enough with your blathering. Let's go."

"Hmph. And here I had hope you'd finally removed your head from your-"

Later at the Gala, Loki was being the perfect gentleman. Very suave and debonair. You were impressed. Of course you had to play your part too. You were smiling at his side, holding his arm. You both mingled for a while, trying to get a feel of the room, before he asked if you wished to dance. A bit surprised, you simply nodded. He whisked you out to the dance floor gracefully and pulled you close.

"The vault is downstairs. We need to find an excuse to slip out soon," He whispered to you.

"What if I pretend to be ill?" You offered.

"Someone would undoubtedly take you upstairs to one of the bedrooms to rest. That is the opposite of what we're trying to accomplish."

"But what if I'm afraid of heights?" You countered. He quirked an eyebrow at you and chuckled lowly.

"That is a terrible idea. Only you would think of it."

"I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered. And I think the problem is I have really fantastic bad ideas." He smirked and shook his head in disbelief.

"At least you own up to it," He teased. You grinned, unable to help yourself from staring at him. Though you were on a mission, he seemed so relaxed. This was definitely his element. "You're staring, my dear."

“You are very attractive. Therefore I will stare at you," You admitted. He blushed brightly and looked away but then his eyes lit up.

"I've got it!" He stepped back and led you off the dance floor towards the open bar. "Follow my lead," He hissed. "Would you get me a drink, sweet? You know what I like," He said, somewhat loudly.

"Of course, darling," You replied. When you returned with your drinks you noticed Loki was staring at a group of young women. They had noticed him too and were smiling back at him. "What are you looking at?" You asked innocently, handing him his glass.

"Oh nothing," He replied quickly, turning away. You made a point of following his previous line of sight and made eye-contact with the still giggling females.

"Nothing?" You yelled. "You call that nothing? You were flirting again! Staring at some other woman!"

"I find them very attractive. Therefore I will stare at them," He replied. You held back a laugh, realizing what gave him the idea. "You know how I am," He purred, trying to move closer to you again.

"Get away from me!" You yelled, stepping back and throwing your glass on the floor. This drew everyone's attention. "You disgust me, Hank. This was your last chance and you botched it up! I'm going home!" You turned on your heel and stormed out.

"Audrey! Audrey! Please wait!" He called out. He ran after you into the grand hallway where you were pretending to be searching for your keys. You both noticed the small collection of men, including Mr. Thatcher, who were watching you from the ballroom doors. "Please, darling, can't we discuss this?"

"At home," You finally said. He nodded and held the front door for you. You both stepped outside, out of view, and then you activated the ring. It felt weird, time slowing around you, but you moved past your surprise and got to work. You ran back into the ballroom and very carefully chipped a very important supporting piece of one of the ice sculptures on the table. Giving it a small tap, you then ran back out to the main entrance and positioned yourself just outside the doors where you could still have a view of the main hallway. You deactivated the ring and heard the crash of the ice. Immediately, the men looking into the hallway ran back in, leaving the hallway unwatched. You and Loki were now free to sneak back into the mansion.

"The vault is downstairs but only accessed here," Loki murmured, leading you to a hidden staircase.

"Typical," You chucked, only mildly surprised by the motif. When you got down there, you noticed there were three levels of security. A key, a fingerprint scanner, and a retinal scanner. "Oh great! How are we supposed to get through that?"

"Never fear, my darling," Loki replied with a smirk. "Remember why they chose me?" He then changed, taking on the appearance of the party's host, Mr. Thatcher. He quickly got past the fingerprint and retinal scan but the key was still needed. Changing back to himself, he said, "The guards have keys."

"There are guards down here?" You whisper-yelled. Loki rolled his eyes frustratedly but before he could reply you heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"Follow my lead!" Loki demanded.

"Wha-" Loki interrupted you with a kiss and pushed you against the wall. You gasped in surprise but you had to admit to yourself he was talented.

"What are you doing down here?" The guard exclaimed. Loki slowly pulled away from you with the guiltiest expression on his face. You knew it was fake of course, but the guard was tricked.

"Were we not to be here?" He asked, voice slightly higher than usual. "We were only trying to find a-" He paused, smirking slightly. "A more private location." The guard shook his head and chuckled.

"Whatever floats your boat, man," He replied. "But I would suggest exploring the upstairs bedrooms." He gave them both a little wave and headed back around the corner.

"I’m going to strangle you," You said as soon as the guard was out of earshot.

"Oh please! You can’t even reach my neck," Loki replied. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down, pretending to be moving for another kiss. However, you tapped his neck lightly and smirked.

"Gotcha!" You giggled quietly and then held out your hand. "Oh! And look what I got!" She held up the key ring for the door. "While you were busy embarrassing yourself, I used my telekinesis and got the key!"

"Of course you did! That was my plan all along," Loki replied.

"Pretending to love you is like a walk in the park. Jurassic Park," You grumbled. Loki grabbed your sides and growled in your ear as you opened the vault door. "You're so weird!" You hissed, walking in and trying to find the ring.

"And you’re so weird it’s attractive," He retorted, finding the box immediately and tossing it to you.

"Well, if I’m weird with you, I’m comfortable," You admitted. Loki looked at you in surprise but you just shrugged. "Look, you really piss me off sometimes, but," you paused. "Somehow I still like you."

"And I you, my dear," He replied. "Now as much as I would love to continue this discussion I do suggest you figure out how to use that thing and we get out of here!" You put on the ring, trying it on a few different fingers before you found the correct one.

"Ok, let's see what it does." When you activated it, it shot a cold blast at the shelf in front of you, encasing it in ice. "Cool!" You joked. Loki shook his head and grabbed your arm, trying to hurry out. Just as you got to the top of the stairs, you heard footsteps.

"Well well well," Mr. Thatcher growled, blocking your exit. A few of his goons stood behind him as well. "Mr. & Mrs. Williams was it? I don't think so," he sneered.

"Well, I don't think so either but we're not doing this today!" You shot them all with the ice and Loki shoved them out of the way. You both heard more footsteps down the hallway and looked at each other nervously. "Do you trust me?" You asked. Loki nodded.

"With my life." You gave him a tight smile and activated the Spin ring. You ran down the hallway and found where the other goons were at. You tried to use the Zero ring, with the ice powers, but found yourself unable to control it's aim.

"Well that's fantastic," you grianed. Rethinking your plan, you went back to get Loki. There was no way you'd both be able to get out of there at normal speed so you had one option. Lug Loki out yourself at super-speed.

"What the heck? Do you weigh 500 pounds or something?" You groaned when you couldn't pull or carry him. "Ok, last option. I hope this works," You muttered. You focused almost all your energy on moving Loki using your telekinesis. It was slow going, but at super-speed, you still would beat the bad guys. By the time you got him out the door to safety, you were exhausted. You immediately disengaged the ring and he looked around confused.

"How did I get here?"

"Talk later, run now," You gasped, trying to stop the dizziness that had overtaken you.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly. You were about to reply when you collapsed, simply too drained to continue.

When you woke up, you felt a cool cloth on your forehead and soft blankets around you. "Where am I?" You groaned.

"I brought you back to the tower. I told the Captain his debriefing could wait," Loki replied. You sat up slowly and looked around. Raising an eyebrow, you stared at Loki questioningly. "Yes, this is my room. I wanted to keep an eye on you while you recovered. I informed the Captain that those rings are very dangerous and should not be used. They obviously were too much for you to handle and-"

"It wasn't the rings," You interrupted. You looked away, somewhat embarrassed. "Well, I was still in super-speed, but I used my telekinesis to get you out. We probably would have been shot otherwise. It used a lot of my energy but it was worth it."

"Oh darling," Loki sighed, gently pushing a stand of hair off your face. "You-" He leaned forward, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead. "You're amazing. I never expected you or anyone to care so much for me!"

"Of course I care!" You replied. "Look, you still drive me insane with some of your tricks. But you're a good guy," You smiled.

"And you're a wonderful woman," He said. You grinned at him happily, still tired but already feeling much better. "So what do you think, should we give us a try?"

"Why not? It may be the first really fantastic bad idea of mine that works out!" Loki smiled and gave you a kiss. You sighed contentedly and leaned on his shoulder when you pulled away.

"Oh darling? One more thing. It was my idea."

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You hit the nail on the head with that answer about the United States, Miceál. I live in the US, and it has a bad, bad case of "we're the best country in the world, founded on the best virtues, and everyone is envious of our- wait no no stop looking into other countries's quality of life what are you doing stop" going on. I don't want to be like "I'm not like other USAmericans," because I haven't always been 100% immune to it, but it is astounding (and also embarrassing, if I'm being honest) how many people consider only the US in their view of the world. (My family, immediate and not, is from all around the world, so I never had the 'opportunity' to... get so insular in my mindset? Idk.) A real American Exceptionalism moment, truly. Turns out a country based entirely on the stealing of land and colonialism and has been actively imperialistic for its lifespan is not that cracked up to be!

Recently I saw the blog pangur-and-grim (understandably so) complained about USAmericans not putting their country in their address, and I saw so many people try to explain it was because of this, or that. I saw some say it was because they were never taught to (which, while not impossible, is kind of silly, because I myself was taught to as a child in school? But also, I mail, and receive mail, internationally very often from friends and family, so what do I know...) and it reminded me of how often I see that. The US school system is utter shit, yes! But you're on the internet? You have so much opportunity to learn at your fingertips? After a certain point you just gotta cut the bullshit, and admit how limited your mindset has been. But those are just my thoughts. Sorry about the long ask, and hello from humid land of gators and swamps! 👋

I had to look up that post and what?? Americans don't put the country in the address? I mean I'm sure some people do but it seems a lot of people just don't think it's necessary for international shipping and I'm just like... what? genuinely cannot wrap my head around this. I live in Scotland but if I was mailing something to Ireland or England I would always put the actual country down as well. it speeds things up for the people processing the mail lmao. this is just incredible, I couldn't even imagine.

a lot of Americans online really do seem to forget that other countries exist. I really don't understand it myself; I suppose being European and living side-by-side with so many other countries, and our histories being so linked, maybe makes it different? even without that, though, I couldn't imagine assuming that every other country was like mine. it's a whole different country, like... of course things are going to be different. the American assumption that everything in the world is universal to America is so frustrating, especially when telling stories online. Americans love to "call out" things they see as lies, like "um how would you be in a bar if you were 19..." and totally forget that for a lot of countries you can drink at 18, for example. I once had someone tell me I was lying because I said that I was in a McDonald's at 3am, and apparently only America has 24-hour McDonald's restaurants so I must be lying about where I'm from? I have no idea.

like I know a lot of it is propaganda and terrible education systems but I'm also at the point now where I think there's no excuse. the internet is right there. you are literally using it to be ignorant when you could open up another tab and Google before you talk, you know? I suppose if I'm going to be charitable I could say that it's difficult to Google things when you don't even know what you don't know, but still. if someone says something that looks wrong, I don't see how difficult it is to Google and see if it's normal in other countries. god knows the rest of us have to Google American shit Americans think everyone inherently knows all the time; it would be nice if it was more equal lmao.

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btsxmalereaders · 3 years

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Valentine's Special Prompt Game ♡

Pairing: Lee Minho x Male Reader

Prompt: Blind date/ set up by friends

Genre: Fluff

Also expect some harry potter pickup lines bc I love hp

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Word Count: 1,4k

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"We have to do something," Jeongin says. "Because they're really getting on my nerves, and I'm pretty sure they won't do anything on their own."

It was odd, but your friends were talking to the high school athletes as they nod in agreement, since it was no secret you and Basketball's School Team's Captain had something between hands, but didn't have the guts to properly admit it.

"Well, we have noticed that Minho has tried to get close and talk to him, but right when he's about to do it he chickens out." Changbin admits, to which everyone in their small group nods. "Maybe because he never gets the chance to see him alone in the halls in between classes."

"And in the classes they share, ____ leaves as soon as they're over, so there's no opportunity for them to talk." Chan contributes to the conversation.

A silence sets between them and they take that time to look around, making sure you or Minho aren't near.

"I know Minho hyung really wants to ask him out, but as we said, he gets really nervous and it's probably because he wants to do that privately." Felix sighs and scratches the back of his neck. "I'm thinking of... making them casually bump into each other on an empty room?"

"How is that gonna happen?" Changbin protests, thinking that is a difficult task. "And where? Were you thinking of shoving them inside the janitor's closet?"

Everyone looks at him as if he just had the best idea ever.

"Seriously?"

"Do you have something better in mind, then?"

His silence as an answer makes them be decided about it.

"Alright, let's figure out how are we going to do this!"

The bell rings throughout the institute, causing many students to come in and out of classrooms, walking briskly through the hallways after searching their lockers for their belongings. Fortunately you have a free period, so you quickly find your friends on the first floor, who appear to be waiting for your arrival.

"Cafeteria? I'm starving." Jisung asks, and everyone agreeing with his premise head to the place, exchanging a few words about upcoming classes and confirming your study session on this week.

Just as you take a seat on a free bench, Seungmin gasps, as if he just remembered something.

"Oh no, I just remembered I have to make small corrections to the model of my science project."

You look at him with curiosity. Seungmin wasn't really someone who would forget something so important like that, and he didn't look as worried as you think he'd be.

"____, could you do me a huge favor? I left the model on the janitor's closet since it was big and it wouldn't fit on my locker. Also, I didn't want to carry it all day." He explains as he grabs some books out of his backpack, along with his supplies. "I'll treat you with something from the cafeteria in exchange!"

"Uh, yes, of course. In which one you left it? Second floor?"

Seungmin nods with a smile and thanks you as you stand up and walk back to the hallway, not really thinking about how come that could happen to him.

Putting that aside momentarily, you find yourself walking nonchalantly into the closet and once you're inside, start looking for your friend's assignment on the shelves.

A few seconds later, the door opens unexpectedly, revealing the figure of Minho in the door frame. Changbin behind him, looking anxious.

"Are you sure the basketballs are in here?" He asks to his friend without talking his eyes off you, apparently nervous.

"Yes, the coach said there are behind that-" And before he can finish that sentence, he is pushing Minho inside the closet and closing the door behind him.

He almost bumps into you, but manages to hold on to one of the ledges, almost falling to the ground on the spot.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" You ask as you help him to stand up and quickly making sure he isn't hurt.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine." He answers in embarrassment. His ears and face turning red in a second. "I'm sorry, my friends are jerks."

You chuckle, nervously turning around to continue looking for Seungmin's model and hearing Minho is trying to open the door. But of course it's closed from outside.

Immediately you know it's a set up.

Minho curses under his breath and takes his phone out of his pocket when he receives a text message from the group chat with his friends.

Ask him out and we'll open the door ;)

"You have to be kidding me." He mutters and turns around to see the confused expression on your face. He could lie to his friends and say he did it, right? And then this would be just an awkward experience that eventually you'd forget. Probably.

But he now thinks it's stupid but genius at the same time. His friends knew he was nervous to ask you out or even say a word to you, but now you are alone. It was a closet, yes, maybe not the ideal circumstances, but it was private, by all odds.

"-locked it?" You ask, bringing him back to earth. "Is the door closed? We should call someone."

Minho smiles and eyes his phone screen one more time. "Actually, my friends will open it. Soon. They just want me to- ask you..." He sighs, and you look even more confused than before.

With the nervousness making his hands slightly tremble and hia heartbeat increasing, he manages to build up the courage he needs to keep talking. "Look, they just thought it would be a great idea to shove us inside here so I could, uhm, ask you out."

He says that last part rapidly and, but you understand, making you also get blushed and nervous.

You don't say a word for a moment, so he speaks up again.

"I'm sorry, this was obviously dumb. You don't have to-"

"For real?" You ask, still trying to figure out is this was a terrible prank from them. It's not like he had done something like that before. He was, along with his friends, actually very well-behaved and charismatic, despite the stereotypical things said about athletes in the institute. You wouldn't like him if he were like that.

"Yeah, I've liked you for a while now, actually."

No stutter on his words and his eyes fixed on whatever inside that closet but your eyes; his cheeks red and that subtle biting of his lower lip melting your heart. So those gaze exchanging in your classes and whenever you ran into him in the hallways or on the gym weren't a product of your imagination. Minho was really looking at you the same way you did look at him all this time.

"I'd love to." You answer. "Go out with you, I mean."

His eyes dazzle with happiness, finally daring to look at you and getting closer. Not knowing what else to do or say, he sloppily hands you his phone.

"Let's exchange numbers?"

You smile, taking your phone and handing it to him and grabbing his, saving your number with trembling hands and typing your name with a smiley face next to it. He gives you back the device to see he had registered his name with a heart next to it.

"Great. Thanks, I'll message you soon."

"I'll take your word, then." You smile at him, visibly more relaxed, but still going through a roller-coaster of emotions inside.

Minho sends a quick text and a minute later Changbin comes back to open the door with a huge smile on his face.

"I'll see you around, ____." He says with a smile and before he exits the room, he gets closer to leave a small kiss on your cheek, almost running afterwards and making you laugh. You also hear Changbin's screams to tease him.

Later in that day you receive that long awaited message from him, saying he will be taking you this weekend to a thematic coffee shop of a book saga he knew you liked along with a cute pick up line referring to it.

Did you survive the Avada Kedavra curse? Because you’re drop dead gorgeous ;)

Lol, of course I did look up for Harry Potter pickup lines

But that's okay because

I might as well be under the Imperius curse, because I’d do anything for you.

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