#requestsareopen

-BEST GIRLFRIEND/WIFE EVER! She is literally the sweetest mare ever for her partner!

-My girl knows her self-worth, and she 100% knows yours as well, and she will definitely stand up for her partner if she feels you aren't being treated kindly or with respect. "Hey! You can't talk to them like that, who do you think you are!"

-Her love languages are acts of service and gift giving! (Gift giving being mostly her baked goods...what can she say? She loves spoiling you with her baking) With acts of service, she likes very meaningful acts of service, like helping you with chores in her spare time! And she loves it when you help with her baking (as long as you aren't a disaster in her kitchen lol) and always let's you have first taste!

-As previously stated above, she really appreciates your honest opinion on her baking! (Because it's always good, I mean CMON!) And will always ask, "How's that one, Sugar? Is it your favorite? I tried a new technique this time with the oven"

-If you have an allergy, like celiac disease or a diary allergy, she WILL make you a substitute! And you know that stereotype that gluten-free cookies aren't as good? Well, NOT HERS they will be sooo good and just for you! :)

-She also is a believer in personal space. She likes time to herself where she can bake or just relax, and she wants her partner to go do whatever their talent or hobby is! She will always be waiting for you with a new baked good when you get home.

- She doesn't like long, overcomplicated pet names... she likes short and sweet ones! Mostly baking or food based obviously (Sugar, Honey, SweetPea, ect)

-When it comes to cuddles, she honestly strikes me as the type of mare to fall asleep, cuddling her partner and then waking up on the other side of the bed sprawled out lol. Besides sleeping, she likes laying her head on your shoulder/next to yours, or when laying down she lays her head on the back of your neck, almost completely on top of you "You comfortable s/o?"

-Sugar Belle as I've mentioned is so sweet, whether or not she would like to admit it she is a crier...she just thinks you're so sweet and kind and you take such good care of her and she can't believe you did this for her and- oh boy here come the waterworks...Tears mostly just well up in her eyes when you do something particularly nice for her.

- For jealousy, I'm convinced she would be passive aggressive...like she would TRY to be nice, but she would have that tone of voice that proves otherwise, yknow? Now, if she's built up enough, she might just say something... she wouldn't explode or nothing obviously but she would walk up to them and say "Hey (Insert Name), I see the way you're looking at and acting around my partner s/o, and I would like you to stop" if she said this early on she would say it in her typical sweet voice but if it was later, after she's been built up she would have such an attitude when saying it.

- When you are upset SHE gets upset she's very emotionally connected to you and if you start crying she will inevitably also tear up, she will usher you to sit down and get comfortable while she quickly whips you up something sweet, after she will ask you what happened. God forbid somepony did this.

-She would like a family one day... she would like to focus on her bakery for now, but later in life, she would love some foals or fillys:)

-This is to the point, but her favorite form of physical affection is Bunny kisses... She loves rubbing noses with you!

- "I love you honeybunch, Dont you ever forget it" *Bunny Kiss*

Sure, the honeymoon period was a certainly a thing and when you were alone you were at it like rabbits, but you couldn't handle your overly horny and needy boyfriend wanting you at every stage of the day on this occasion. He'd always seem to try to kiss you, or edge his arms around your waist, the littlest thing you'd done was let him hold your hand, you weren't embarrassed you just had more respect for your family seeing you in that way, which you weren't exactly used to.

The night before you were due to catch a flight home, you and Joe left your family to go up to the shared apartment you were all in, he had stressed to you out on the balcony that he was getting annoyed by your lack of affection and needed you so bad, so you gave up in the end with his whining and decided to make out that you weren't feeling too good and insisted Joe would look after you and that they need not worry and to simply enjoy their last night. He gave everyone a thorough nod and bid everyone goodnight.

The minute you stepped into the apartment Joe threw a solid look and you had come to know exactly what that meant. "Thank fuck for that." he cursed under his breath, you barely closing the door as his lips caught yours in an instant. The kiss was particularly heated and sloppy due to the delay of letting it happen and the fact he was only receiving small pecks goodnight for the time being, every other time the kiss was this intense, it'd lead to you being bent over and fucked hard. Not that you were complaining in any way, your boyfriend was sight to behold during those times.

You'd been lifted up and carried straight into your room, kicking the door shut with his foot as he tossed you down onto the bed, your dominant man fully in play. He was aching for you. If you didn't know Joe, he appeared as a shy and very innocent person which at times was generally correct, but the dark horse in him came out every now and then and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.

You were both too busy to notice that your cousins had come back into the apartment to come to bed, leaving the other grown-ups to their conversations. They stopped in their tracks when they could hear Joe giving you the spanking of your life for denying him for almost a week, followed by muffled whimpers coming from your room when he was pounding the shit out of you and holding your head down into the pillow just incase anyone came back. Sure precautions were being met but you both weren't doing a very good job at being quiet.

You knew full well they had heard you that next day when you sat around the table eating breakfast. They kept making small whimpering noises and clapping their hands together loudly and sniggering at the both of you. You shook your head in realisation and gestured for them both to shut the hell up.

"Are you feeling better? Did you both get some good sleep last night, Y/N?"

You nodded, smiling sheepishly to your dad.

"Yeah, Joe made sure of that." One of your cousins piped up as you kicked your foot into theirs.

"What do they mean?"

Joe's eyes were firmly planted on his food trying not to look at anyone out of pure worry. Sure, you were both consenting adults and allowed to do whatever you wanted, but that wasn't the point.

"Nothing!" your dad carried on with his breakfast and the moment he looked away you shot your cousins a threatening look.

“No.” The single word leaves your mouth without hesitation as a soft sigh leaves his lips. Yes, you had heard him the first time and there was no denying your honesty to him. You could never be afraid of the man that stands before you, despite not being able to look at him directly as you admit to it.

“Dove?” His eyes are on you now, unwavering, yet they glisten with hope as you raise your head to face him. “If you really mean-“ He takes a steady steps towards you, so unsure of himself as he moves in your direction. August stops mere inches from where you stand, his stare fixed with yours, emotions running rampant in the blue of his eyes. “If you really mean that, look me in the eyes, and say it again.” His tone is demanding, strong with authority and you cannot deny that it sends a chill down your spine that travels through your body, right to your core. With a steadying breath, you refuse to meet his watchful gaze as you speak again. “No, August. I’m not afraid of you.” As you finish speaking, it seems that August regains some of his old confidence, as he surges forwards to press his mouth against yours. Albeit shocked, you immediately respond to his kiss, your own lips mirroring his own urgent actions.

His moustache scratches at the skin above your lip, but you welcome it gladly, tangling you fingers into his hair as you pull him against yourself. With a groan, August removes his mouth from yours, his good hand cradling your neck as his gaze drifts over each feature of your face, landing again on your lips.

“August.” You are breathless as you stare at him, trying to bring air into your lungs. Yet the fire that burns in the pit of your stomach makes you crave his kiss again. “That wa-“

“A mistake.” He moves away suddenly, turning his back to you as he smacks his hand into the wall. “Fuck!” You startle slightly at his outburst, feeling tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you gasp. August’s breathing is erratic. “A fucking mistake, I- I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I shouldn’t have done that, that was stupid of me.”

“August, please.” Hurt is laced within your voice, causing him to look at you once again. There are tears in his own eyes and it pains you to see him so vulnerable again. “Please don’t push me away. I can’t bare it. August, I’m in-“

“Don’t! Don’t lie to me. Please, don’t lie to me.” His voice is harsh at first, as he interrupts you, his emotions so clearly on his sleeve.

“I love you.” You say it firmly and confidently, tears running down your cheeks. “I love you.” The second time you say it with a smile on your face, a laugh of relief leaves you as you confess your feelings to him.

“No, you don’t. Please Y/N, do not torture me like this.”

“August Walker, I am in love with you.”

You watch him as the truth settles in and the expression on his face softens.

“You love me?” The way in which he speaks breaks your heart, an evident fear of rejection in his uncertainty to question you.

“Yes!”

As if on a mission, August moves towards you and pulls you against his body, crushing you in a hug. Sobs wracking through his body as he holds you tightly.

“I love you so much. Since the day you walked in here and told me ‘no’. I have loved you more each day, don’t leave me.”