#by: riley

[raging-violets]

Fifteen years // Suite Life Series

Summary - November 16 2023. Cody waited fifteen years for this day.

“And we still can’t eat at one of the 8000 Italian restaurants we’ve passed because?” Zack droned, strolling at a leisurely pace compared to Cody’s practical sprint across the cobblestone lined streets of Rome.

For a 31-year-old man who still didn’t work out much more than his yoga stretching allowed, Cody was making ground. What was even more miraculous was that Cody was able to convince Zack to go to Italy with him simply to eat in the restaurant.

Then again, it didn’t take much for Zack to be convinced to do anything Cody asked him to do when money was involved. With Cody moving forward in his career in politics science and Zack enjoying his own lot in life running and owning his own construction company, Cody did sometimes still feel a need to protect Zack from the world. And when Cody said he had the two-person reservation to take Zack on—which surprised Zack as it seemed like something his brother would want to turn into a romantic dinner sort of thing—and would also pay for his tickets because “you owe me” from the last time they were there.

Zack had simply laughed and agreed to the deal before reminding Cody that he could afford everything himself, but it was, “Too late to take it back. And, by the way, I want a first class ticket. My damaged body needs to stretch out.”

“You’re brain damaged, but okay,” Cody replied begrudgingly.

And it wasn’t like things had been bad between them, sure, they got on each other’s nerves since they were born. But having gone into separate careers there weren’t many times Zack and Cody were able to spend a lot of time together so they opted to make it a brother trip, culminating the end of the week in Rome at the restaurant.

And while it had been a good trip, it was clear Cody’s eyes were on the prize.

He pumped his arms in a steady fashion, eyes planted firmly on the line that stretched in front of him. The line he couldn’t wait to stand in. To move forward in. To get inside the best restaurant he’d ever stepped foot in fifteen years before.

But this time, oh this time…

This time he was going to taste it.

He was going to taste the food he’d only dreamed about for as long as he could remember. Where he would finally understand what everyone meant when they said the food was worth it. Not like I don’t already know, Cody’s smile waned slightly as he eyed his brother, who moved to stand in line behind him. I had to watch and listen to Zack talk about this food so long and now it’s my turn.

Cody’s grin was infectious.

Enough so that Zack side-eyed him, leaning away. “Dude, I think you’re taking this a little too seriously. I mean, it’s just foo-“

“—Don’t you finish that sentence!” Cody snapped. He moved along with the line as it went forward. It was moving pretty quickly. A good sign the restaurant was still in good standing, able to get people in and out in an orderly manner. “I’m getting that Manicotti whether you want it or not.”

Zack held up his hands. “I’m just saying…give me a choice between manicotti and cowboy-ghetti and I’m picking the cowboys.”

Cody turned to Zack, holding up his hands as if to strangle his brother, gritting his teeth. But stopped when the line moved forward enough so that they were right up at the front. There was a young man standing behind the host podium holding onto a tablet. He briefly glanced up at Zack and Cody when they arrived before posing his finger over the screen.

“Order number?” He asked.

“Oh…” Cody waved a hand, his lips curling into an almost smug smile. “I have a reservation. Right here!” He pulled out his phone and illuminated the screen. He pointed to the date and time on screen. “See, November 16, 2023. 7:30pm!” He slapped it onto the table in front of him. “So…show us our table my good man.” He patted the man on the shoulder.

The man continued to stare at him. “You don’t have a reservation.” He finally said after a moment, as if silently questioning if Cody were serious.

“I assure you, I do.”

The man took in a breath through his nose. The breath that anyone who worked in customer service would recognize. The breath of ‘This isn’t going to end well’ before he said gently yet firmly, “I assure you, you don’t.”

“Bummer.” Zack arched his back, stretching. “I could really go for a pizza cone…” He trailed off, eyeing his brother when Cody turned a fierce glare his way.

“I’ve been waiting to eat this food for fifteen years, and I’m not going to miss it!” Cody growled through gritted teeth.

Zack waved his hand in front of his face. “Okay, but you clearly missed brushing your teeth this morning.”

“What is going on here?”

Cody’s eyes lit up the moment he spotted Chef Gigi. She had grown older in the last fifteen years, streaks of silver at the temples of her hair, pulled back into a bun. Nevertheless, it was still her. She had the same no-nonsense expression he remembered from his youth. “Chef Gigi! You remember me?”

“Yes, I remember all of the ones that are desperate to get into my restaurant,” she replied. She turned up her nose, looking down at them. “And destroyed my star and my sauce with your…antics!” Her gaze shifted over them. “Why are you causing a line?”

“I-I-I-I’m here for my reservation,” Cody stuttered. He grasped the letter and thrust it towards Gigi. Zack continued to watch with only mild interest. “See? You gave it to me fifteen years ago.”

Gigi looked over the reservation, nodding to herself. “You’re right, I did give you that reservation fifteen years ago.” The smile on Cody’s face was bright enough to illuminate even the darkest cave. But it was then snuffed out when she continued with, “But with the COVID pandemic we were forced to shut down for a while. And despite the loss of our revenue, we found our customers were still coming back and we were making more money from our delivery options and had switched to that. Now you have to place your orders in advance or else you won’t even come close to tasting my food.”

Cody’s jaw dropped. He looked to Zack who scratched the back of his head, not looking too worse for the wear. Completely unbothered, actually. Completely unbothered that Cody’s heart had just been ripped out and stepped on. “B-b-b-but, okay…” He took a deep, calming breath. Yoga was really proving to be helpful in times like this. “We can place an order.”

“That’d be nice.” Gigi nodded.

“Can we place it now?”

“We’re booked up until 2038.” Gigi gestured towards the increasingly disgruntled people behind them. “See the line?” With that, she waved them off and disappeared back into the restaurant.

Cody’s jaw dropped. Eyes widened. Breath hitched. He’d cry if he was able to even muster up the tears. His entire body was frozen, stuck. Memories of that exact same conversation from fifteen years before swirling through his head. The excitement of getting that reminder email of the reservation he’d placed years before. The anticipation on tasting that tangy tomato sauce, the radiant ricotta, the creamy cheese of the--

“Mmm.” Zack’s humming broke Cody’s depression. He slid his hands into the pockets, barely glancing at the stunned expression on his twin’s face. “How do you feel about Mexican?” Cody slowly turned his incredulous glare to his brother. Zack shrugged. “I’m not really feeling Italian.”

THE END

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

Series masterlist

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who never gets mad at his wife. No matter how angry he is. CW : None. Pure fluff

Simon was practically fuming. First he'd been ordered by Price to train a group of new recruits, then, the young recruits decided to be a colossal pain in the ass, and to top it off, he'd missed his lunch break where he would normally have some respite by calling you.

So now, he was shouting at the recruits. More than usual. The recruits all looked dead on their feet. But Simon didn't care, they decided to be annoying little pricks. They needed discipline or they'd never make it in the military.

"For fucks sake, you mongrel! Run ten laps!" Simon roared at a recruit, the others looking nervous. Not wanting to be the next one to face Simon.

"Uh, sir?" One of the recruits squeak.

"What?!" Simon roared, the recruit pointing behind Simon.

Simon turned with a low growl, clearly not in the mood for anymore antics, only for him to look down and see you. His wife, in a pretty little sundress and holding a Tupperware container full of something. It didn't matter what was inside, his stomach was growling at the thought of your cooking.

"Swee'heart" Simon sighed in relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing and his arms wrapping around your waist. He relished in the squeak that came from you as he lifted you up and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"You alright, big guy?" you giggle. Simon grumbling in agreement. Making you laugh again.

Simon set you down, barking at the recruits to find Price and that he'll be taking over the training, before walking behind you with his hands on your waist to guide you to his office.

"Si, if you're busy I can go" you offer, and Simon can barely handle how fucking sweet you are to him.

Simon shook his head, taking off his balaclava and sitting in his office chair. Pulling you to sit on his lap.

"Made you some cottage pie" you grin, opening the container in your hands and handing it to Simon. God it was still warm. "I thought you were gonna yell at me with how mad you were at the recruits"

"Would never yell at you, princess" Simon said, rubbing your hips as you fed him a forkful of the cottage pie. He groaned at the taste, making you giggle.

"good?"

"so fucking good, lovie. Needed your cooking after how shit today has been" Simon smiled, bringing your left hand to his lips and kissing your wedding ring gently.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

btw guys I pulled white lily cookie and dark cacao cookie while writing this :p

[soapcloth]

neighbour!Ghost x reader

Consistently tossing a polite little ‘good morning’ to your scary neighbour when you cross paths on your way out of the house, and every single time you’re rewarded with no more than a noncommittal grunt passing his notched lips or a level stare and a flick of his cigarette, something making it clear he’s not all too pleased with the social interaction.

One day, you decide you’re pestering him too much and just stop. 

Walking past him with your head low, he has the audacity to whistle at you like he's calling for a pet- and it works. 

He looks inconvenienced, his gaze accusing you of something along the lines of ‘-how dare you disturb the morning routine you've gotten me accustomed to.’ and indeed you did, making him feel surprisingly unsettled- another one of the tethering anchor points he relies on snapping and flying away within seconds, regardless of how inconsequential a gesture it had seemed to you. 

“You forgetting something?” he grumbled in a tone that would surely leave someone else wondering if you owe the dubious-looking man with a balaclava hitched up over his nose an unresolved debt.

you don't skip the greeting next time.

[connorsui]

"Girls like it when men ignore em"

LIEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS

I WANT THAT MAN OBSESSED WITH ME

I WANT HIM THINKING ABOUT ME LIKE A PRAYER, EVERY BREATH, EVERY MOVE, EVERY CHOICE HE MAKES ANCHORED TO ME. I WANT HIM LOSING SLEEP BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ME IS TOO LOUD IN HIS HEAD TO LET HIM REST. I WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS—LIKE THE WORLD COULD BURN TO ASHES AROUND US AND HE WOULDN’T CARE AS LONG AS I’M STILL STANDING THERE.

I WANT HIM TO SPEAK MY NAME LIKE IT’S SACRED, TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I HOLD THE UNIVERSE IN MY HANDS. TO BE HAUNTED BY THE SOUND OF MY LAUGH, THE TRACE OF MY SCENT ON HIS SKIN, THE MEMORY OF MY TOUCH. I WANT HIS OBSESSION TO BORDER ON MADNESS, TO FEEL ME IN EVERY PART OF HIM LIKE A HUNGER HE CAN’T EVER SATISFY.

I WANT TO BE HIS FIRST THOUGHT

[damnibreathealot]

first post! (kinda shit!!)

big dick simon 'ghost' riley who fucks you stupid by accident!

✎ cw: stomach bulge. no use of condom. mentions of female genitals but no gender!

simon doesn't actually mean to fuck you dumb. it's just that his cock is too big – way too big. he knows his cock size is above average and it's one of the reasons why woman avoided him in the past and rejected him. also because of his ridiculous, frightening aura...

he doesn't even know how he managed to get so lucky with you. the way you take his cock so well, letting him slip it in. inch by inch. he rubs your clit to ease you up, to help you accommodate to his size a lot better and when he gets your sign to let him continue.

he drags his hips back and forth. his tip kissing your cervix with ease slow thrust. he makes sure to be gentle with you, he knows how big he is, and he knows that you can't take it quick at first.

he peppers you with kisses while drawing 8's against your puffy clit. he pays close attention to your expression, noticing your already fucked out face. tears building up in your eyes, eyebrows furrowed, mouth wide open, letting out plenty of moans.

he chuckles, "barley did anything to you and you're already out of your mind."

he moves his hips a bit faster, feeling the familiar clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock. he groans as his cock forming a bulge in your stomach. he grabs your hand and makes you feel it. he does this every time, and it never fails to heighten your arousal. he rubs your clit faster along with moving his hips faster until you both crash from your high.

[skyrigel]

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

[dante-mightdie]

so let me share something with you guys for a second

(nsfw)

ghost is hot, right? we all know that. picture him always having someone sneaking out his room during unsocial able hours, shushes and clattering of buckles hitting the floor as his latest hookup creeps back down the halls to the cold barracks

and you, the awkward recruit with a fat crush on your lieutenant who envys every person who shamelessly shoots their shot with him and succeeds. letting him make a mess out of them for one night only

and it is always one night only

no same person has ever left his room twice, nothing more than a cheap hookup to him. you know you wouldn’t be any different, shown the door before you can even get your cargos zipped back up but if it meant at least one night with simon riley, you really didn’t care

but when it’s finally your turn? when you finally drink up enough courage to speak to the brooding man in the corner nursing his own drink in the corner of the bar, it turns out he didn’t even know your name

but that’s okay, it’s not like he was gonna be your future husband anyway so you power through. pull out all the charisma you have stored away for moments like this and you soon find yourself back in his room, making a complete fool of yourself

struggling to unbuckle his belt, biting down too hard on his lip during the, quite frankly, terrible make-out session that led up to your current situation, responding to his dirty talk with blinded stutters

and when he finally pulls out his cock? you’re too nervous to relax, and it doesn’t fit. before he can give you some half-assed ‘s’alright, love. another time, yeah?’, you’re shoving him off and rushing out his room before you can even get yourself fully-dressed

for weeks, you avoid him. at least, that’s what he calls it. you didn’t consider it avoidance under the assumption that he had no intentions of pursuing you again

simon was under the same assumption, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you. every hook-up leading up to you was a performance, an act he completed as some odd way of reminding himself that he was still, in fact, human

your heated cheeks and scrunched nose every time you fumbled was strangely refreshing to simon, a friendly reminder that not everything needed to be so serious, so professional. maybe the humanising act could be an experience instead, he thinks as he reaches for his phone

that night had been keeping you up for weeks, replaying every stupid way you messed up the thing you had been thinking about since you laid eyes on simon

and then your phone pings. from an unknown number.

‘price is off base. come to my room and I’ll make it fit this time.’

[canyonmooncreations]

Sitting with your back to Simon’s chest as you watch a movie. He’s always handsy so you pay him no mind. Until both of his hands find his way to your tits. Just squeezing, pulling, and twisting. His full attention to the movie until he’s pulled away by your squirms and moaning.

“Si…”

“Shh baby, trying to watch.”

It becomes too much and you remove his hands so you can watch the movie too. Until one of his hands finds it way under the waistband of your shorts. He’s just absentmindedly playing with your clit. Rubbing smooth circles…

You’re getting so horny. You just can’t take it and you snap.

“Stop! If you’re not going to do anything, just stop!”

His attention is now all on you with a shocked look on his face. He moves too quick for you to protest as one hand removes your shorts all together and then both hands rest on the inside of your thighs holding you wide open.

“Mmm. You can be frustrated. But is yelling how we communicate?”

You shake your head and yelp as a sharp smack lands right on your already soaked pussy.

“Is that how we communicate?”

“No…”

You voice comes out so weak compared to your previous outburst.

“I’m trying to watch a movie, lovie. So you’re going to sit here while I watch my movie. And anytime you disrupt me with a sound or squirming, you know what to expect.”

You simply nod and squeeze his arm tight with one hand. Eveything is going great… until one hand finds your tits and the other finds your clit. He’s just touching you so softly, giving you no pleasure. You let out a small frustrated sigh and are quickly met with another slap to your pussy.

“Shhh…”

It’s almost humiliating how casual this is for him while you’re absolutely soaked and frustrated beyond measure. How he can still be engrossed in the movie and you can focus on anything but his touch.

This continues for what feels like hours. His absentminded touch, your disgruntled displeasure, his harsh spank to your already swollen clit… the cycle repeats… the whole movie…

The parasites in my brain and gnawing at this enclosure with this

[laswells-ashtray]

Ghost doesn't cutesy talk cats, he talks to them like other adult men and it's hilarious.

They're at a safehouse, and Ghost is listening to the radio, Price hears him talking to someone, and he's confused because both of his sergeants are conked out asleep.

So, he walks around the corner and finds Ghost sitting on a step with the radio playing and a stray kitten biting his laces while he talks to her. "I don't believe shoelaces constitute part of a balanced diet."

John just sits down on the step next to him and ignores how his knees click. "What's her name?"

"She's yet to disclose name or rank, but given that she's clearly smarter than those two through there, I'd say she's a lieutenant." He responds so dryly that John can't help but snort.

"Ah, I see. Making her way through the ranks at her young age, impressive." He leans forward to pet the kitten, flattening down the tuft of fur sticking up on her head.

"She's a hard worker, look at those paws. Grubby, she's been busy."

The kitten offers them a mewl in response, and he nods accordingly.

"She's stern, reminds me of Laswell."

That makes Ghost laugh.

[raging-violets]

Around The World And Back // Kiley // Big Time Rush

A/N: Inspired by State Champs’ song “Around The World and Back”. (Btw, @partiallypearl that and State Champs' song 'Half Empty' are totally Kiley songs. I'm also doing a ficlet/one-shot based on 'Half Empty' and I'm thinking of re-writing Give Your Heart A Break ).

Set between S2's Big Time Move and S3's Big Time Returns. Specifically, it’s where BTR and Jax have just finished their Hawaii trip where BTR shoot their music video for ‘Windows Down’ and BTR and Jax are about to split up at the airport where BTR are going on their “All Over The World tour” (just before BTMovie) and Jax are starting their 6-month break in home in Australia before eventually going back to LA and reuniting in BTReturns.

For anyone wondering, I am also working on Patie stuff.

Pairs: Kiley friendship with tinge of romance

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A/N: Inspired by State Champs’ song “Around The World and Back”. Set between Big Time Move and Big Time Returns. Specifically, it’s where BTR and Jax have just finished their Hawaii trip where BTR shoot their music video for ‘Windows Down’ and BTR and Jax are about to split up at the airport where BTR are going on their “All Over The World tour” and Jax are starting their 6-month break in home in Australia before eventually going to LA.

So this is Kiley romance and friendship for where it’s set, with a sprinkling of Patie and Rhogan.

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Leaving Hawaii was easy.

Easier than anyone would think leaving paradise would be. Because there were too many exciting things on the horizon. The start of the All Over the World Tour, the first big tour that Big Time Rush were going on.

They were the headliners; they were the ones people were going to see. They were the ones that the fans would be chanting, screaming, shouting for, enough to blow the speakers of their sound production and blow the roof off their tour arenas.

It was exciting.

It was so hard.

Because the other side of the coin was Jax, formerly known as the DarkElements were going on their six-month hiatus. Going underground. Going into hiding. Or, if one wanted to see it a different way, stepping out into the light. It was all over the world now, the news of the big secret they’d been hiding for years. The secret of the abuse and neglect they’d endured for years from their manager as they worked their way up in the music industry. It was out there and they needed to wait for the reactions to subside before coming out the other side like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

A not so missed metaphor in all the articles and online postings as their albums were released under Phoenix Records. The irony was never lost to them once one publication made the oh so clever connection and the others piled on.

Even Ronan rolled his eyes at that, and it was his damn company.

The night before they left, Big Time Rush, Jax, Gustavo, Kelly, Mrs. Knight, and Ronan had dinner together. They were excited. They were sad. They shared pictures and memories of their trip and promised the tour dates they were going to watch live.

The hours ticked by and, eventually, everyone started to go to sleep. Kendall, though, found himself trying to stay awake as long as he could. Riley, ever the night owl, stayed up with him as they talked about everything but the flights they were about to take the next morning, taking them in separate directions.

Two full years of being by each other’s side at every step of the musical journey of making it big and one flight was going to change that.

So they continued to talk about everything that’d happened over their time in Hawaii, some of their memories of Minnesota and Australia, shared heart-to-hearts of their fears of what would happen on their tour and their time off.

Would BTR succeed?

“You guys are going to do awesome,” Riley reassured him, gently shaking her head once his worries were expressed. He’d asked it quietly, arms wrapped around his knees, as if afraid of putting it out there was going to jinx them, “What if the tour doesn’t do well?”

Did Jax’s admission ruin their career?

Kendall had reached out and grabbed Riley’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “You guys told the world something you’ve been holding onto for a long time. If anyone can get through that, it’s you. And if anyone says anything bad about it, they’ve got to answer to me.”

Finally, sleep became too much to ignore and they went to their separate rooms. Though Kendall was sure Riley was going to stay up nevertheless, unable to turn off the protective big sister mode to ensure her siblings, her family was safe.

He knew the feeling well.

Still, they went to sleep, and the next morning Mrs. Knight and Kelly got everyone organized and together to head off to the airport. With Logan’s insistence on following a schedule for optimizing their lead in time for connecting flights (even factoring in times for the moaning and groaning that came with it) they arrived at the airport.

Going through security was an event in itself (which Logan had also factored into their timetable) with James repeatedly having to pack and unpack his Cuda products to determine which ones would be left behind with TSA (that included a lot of shrieking and screaming as the group worked to determine which of his he needed to part with), Carlos’s shrieking laughter of being tickled as he and his helmet was patted down by TSA, Gustavo and Katie both being stopped with making loud (Gustavo) and snarky (Katie) comments on ‘blowing up the plane’ as they were pulled aside for extra screening, Kelly waving paper checks around to make it all go away, Ronan’s frustrations for everyone to ‘sit down and shut up’, Logan’s smug remarks of ‘check’ every time he marked something off the time table when they were stopped, Noah’s flat comment that if any of them were going to be detained he was surprised it wasn’t himself and his siblings, and Mrs. Knight’s screaming of ‘enough!’ to get everyone to fall back in line.

Finally, the bags were checked and sorted, and they got to the portion of the airport that would have them split up. Big Time Rush and co. going left to get on a plane to London and Jax and Ronan going right to get on a plane to Sydney.

They all started to hug each other goodbye, Kendall positioning himself so that he’d get to Riley last. (Also so that he could keep an eye on Katie as Patrick wrapped his arms around her, tucking her face into his shoulder as they said goodbye. There was going to be no ‘goodbye kiss’ between them on his watch.)  He said goodbye to each of the Jacksons in turn, going from Sydney, to Noah, to Rhuben, to Patrick, gave his mom space for her and Ronan to say their goodbyes, then moved to Riley.

She turned her attention to him, brushing her black/red strands out of her blue eyes as they trained onto him. Her lips turned up into her smirk-smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Sadness forming there. He was sure his own eyes showed the same.

With a sigh, he hiked his pink backpack up his shoulder, fingers tapping on the straps as he tried to figure out what to say.

For that long moment, neither of them said anything, their silence filled with unspoken words and shared memories. After two years he wasn’t going to be going on tour with his best friend and that was…weird.

Riley, unable to deal with the silence much longer, spoke first. “So, you decided to go with the pink one, huh?” Her eyes shifted from his face to his backpack.

“A fan gave it to me,” he replied, a little defensively. But mostly relieved that she spoke first. If she hadn’t…he wasn’t sure what would’ve come out of his mouth. So many options but…nothing seemed right.

“And you like your pink drinks, too,” she replied. “I’m starting to sense there’s a theme here, yeah?”

“I agree.” He puffed out his chest. “Pink is a manly color.”

Riley laughed. She brushed a pigtail over her shoulder. “I reckon I should’ve styled you guys in pink for this tour, then.” She shrugged modestly. “Though I have to admit, I really out did myself this time.”

“I like what you came up with, Riles. It’s really good,” Kendall said, thinking of the outfits she’d designed and had gotten okayed by Gustavo for the tour. (After multiple rejections of previous designs and threats on his life). “And I like the black and red. It’ll be like you’re onstage with us. Like you should be.” He let out a long sigh. “I wish you were.” I wish you were going. I wish you’d be there the whole time. I wish you were… So many things he wished, he was sure it was flashing over his face as he looked at her from beneath his eyelashes.

“I know,” she said softly. “I wish I was, too. But we’ll go to a show, we’ll be there in LA when you lot get back…” she ran a hand through her hair, hiding her face for a moment. “We can still talk.”

Kendall smiled.

Talking is what they did best.

Hours could go by in what felt like minutes when they were talking, he could get everything he’d ever felt out when they were talking, he could get advice without realizing he was asking for it or wanting it when they were talking. He could be…him when they were talking.

And he always looked forward to it.

“Well, you have to tell us everything that’s going on with your music,” Kendall said. “Even if you take a break.”

“So long as you tell us everything about what’s going on, on tour.” She held up a hand. “We’ve got a bet going that you’ll be arrested at least once in every country you go to.”

Kendall made a sound of offense. “We’re not that bad.”

“I don’t know, boofhead, international laws aren’t very forgiving.” She gestured with her head. “You just saw what happened with Gustavo and Katie. And that was them barely getting past causing a international disaster.” She laughed to herself. “And I don’t know if Logan’s made time on your guys’ itinerary for jail tours.”

“You have a real active imagination.”

Her face screwed up knowingly. “Do I?”

At that, he laughed. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m hysterical.”

He laughed again, a weaker chuckle. He reached out his hand, forming it into a fist. Riley smiled and did the same. When their fists touched, they twisted their wrists, fingers and knuckles still pressed together, and gave each other a thumbs up.

Kendall couldn’t help but joke, "I guess this is the part where we have a dramatic airport goodbye scene.”

“Looks like it,” she replied.

He stepped forward and embraced her in a tight hug. “I'm going to miss you so much, Riles," he murmured.

Riley hesitated for a moment, surprised by his movement, then hugged him back, grabbing fistfuls of the back of his shirt. “I'll miss you too, Kendall,” she replied. Of every nickname she’d ever given him coming off her lips with ease, his actual name only being said in serious moments.

She lifted a warning eyebrow when they stepped back. “I’m not giving you a bloody goodbye kiss,” she replied. Kendall rolled his eyes, both at the irony of wanting to keep it from happening to his baby sister and at the memory of his entailing Riley to help him get to the airport to say goodbye to Jo. This time around, no one was chasing anyone. They were desperately trying to stay where they were. “Because it’s not ‘goodbye’.”

Kendall zoned back in at her statement.

He smiled when she leaned in and stood on her toes, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“We’ll see you when we get back,” Kendall agreed.

He looked towards the ceiling when their plane departures were called, only seconds before Logan loudly called for the group’s attention to march off in the correct direction of their gate.

A whole world away.

He gestured over his shoulder. “I’ve got to go.”

“So do I.”

They stood there for a moment, reality of their separation hitting them. Their eyes met, a silent understanding of their new experiences waiting for them.

“Don’t be scared,” Riley said suddenly after searching his eyes. “Or, rather, be scared and do it anyway. Don’t let fear hold you back.”

He blinked at her, always stunned at how easily she could read his mind, see things unspoken. (He wondered if she could see everything). "How do you do that?"

She merely smiled.

Kendall took a deep breath through his nose. Continued to look her in the eye, a sudden wave of trepidation hitting him. Not just for the tour, for the unknown of what was to come of the band, but for everything that he suddenly wanted to tell her.

“What are you going to do without me, Hockey-Head?” Riley asked with a shake of her head.

Kendall smiled back. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.

They were called to board once more.

Riley waved and backed away to be with her family. Kendall brought his hands up to his mouth and quickly blew a kiss toward her, the same way he would’ve to Katie. Riley’s face screwed up as she laughed and turned away to join in on the excitement of her and her siblings finally going home.

Kendall turned his back and joined his friends, sister, and mom to head to London.

As they walked toward their respective gates, they carried the weight of their emotions with them, the echoes of their shared laughter and friendship lingering in the air.

There were a lot of things he’d wanted to say to her.

He’d tell her when they saw each other again.

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[ghostsanctity]

Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley who needs a quickie when you bring him lunch while he's on base. CW : Housewife kink, bit of a breeding kink, dirty talk, hair pulling

You thought you'd do something nice for your boyfriend. Bring him a nice stroganoff.

You didn't think walking into Simon's office in a pretty little sundress and giving him a Tupperware of beef stroganoff would make him so utterly horny.

He couldn't help himself. What man could stand seeing his pretty bird acting like the cutest housewife for him and resist bending her over his desk to thank her?

"Can't look this good, baby" Simon growled. His hips snapping against yours with an audible slap. Over and over.

"I just-I thought it was nice!" you squeak over the sound of skin on skin.

"Oh it was, princess. It was so so nice of you. Being the perfect little housewife f'me"

"H-Housewife?!"

"Yeah, birdie. Gonna put a ring on your finger. Come home to you every night while you hold out a plate of hot food f'me"

You couldn't even think from how good Simon's cock was hammering against your gummy spot deep inside you. Small 'ah!'s coming from you with every thrust.

"You want that baby? Be my sweet wife?" Simon growled. a hand grabbing your scalp and pulling your head off the desk.

"Yes!' you beg, "yes yes, please Simon!" You practically wail.

"and then eventually, I'll fill you up nice and good with my kid. Get you all barefoot and pregnant f'me" Simon grinned wolfishly.

You felt the coil in your lower stomach tighten dangerously at that. The idea of being Simon's housewife, merely having to do the housework and get as many orgasms as you want.

It only took three swipes of Simon's thumb on your clit for you to tremble and cry out as you came.

"Tha's it. Good fucking girl, birdie" Simon groaned as you felt his hot ropes fill you. Patting your lower stomach with a rumbling chuckle

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I wrote this while playing cookie run kingdom ngl to y'all.