#jewelry by LoVi

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Viking! Simon who you never expected to be the one to court you. Bringing you massive bucks and wolf pelts from his hunts, jewelry made for you from woven iron and shining beads, racks of firewood brought to you through the wintertime to keep your home warm. Simon hadn't said more than a handful of words to you, but his intentions were clear.

Viking! Simon who was waiting near your front garden for you one early morning when you were leaving to wash clothes in the creek, his hand clinched tight around something in his fist. He greeted you softly, reaching out for your hand and placing the object in your palm. You smiled as you held the necklace up softly in your fingers, studying the woven iron anchoring a black wolf's tooth into a pendant, the chain made from delicate silver.

"I knew i would give this to my future bride" he murmured quietly as if to himself as he tied it around your neck, a giddy smile stretching your cheeks as you turned in his arms, pressing against him and hearing his heart pounding.

Viking! Simon who asked for you to do his war paint before he went off to a raid at the end of winter. Promising to come back to you in quiet murmurs over the crackling firelight in his main room, the softness of your fingers dragging the charcoal paint across his skin puling out all the words he had wanted to say to you before but was afraid of admitting his feelings.

Viking! Simon who returns from the raid the first hot morning of summer. The bag of loot falling from his shoulder and his strong arms encircling you against his chest the moment he sees you. He chuckled lightly at the concerned look on your face as your hands grazed the fresh scar on his chest.

"Did everything I could to get back to you lovie" He said, rough hand soft as he cupped your jaw and turned your face closer to him. Your heart felt it would skip out of your chest as his lips pressed against yours, a satisfied hum in his chest as his hands gripped your waist.

Viking! Simon who marries you the following day. Not wanting to wait anymore, that journey having made him wait long enough to make you his completely. He keeps you close that night as the festivities of your wedding go on far past moonrise, his hand or arm never leaving you. Feeding you juicy meat from his fingers and tilting his cups of mead and water up to your lips. Finally things died down a bit, and Simon lifted you up over his shoulder and carried you giggling back to his house. He had already moved your things in before the ceremony.

Viking! Simon ravaged you in his bed that night. His fingers were gentle as he squeezed and rolled your nipples while his lips and teeth sucked and nipped roughly at your bare flesh. His cock throbbed deep in your gut when he breached your virgin entrance, both of your voices raised in broken moans as you learn each other's bodies for the first time. Your mouths were locked in a messy tongue filled kiss when he filled you up, hot cum shooting in creamy spurts against your womb as you locked your legs around him. Limbs tangled and covered in sweat, he takes you until the morning birds begin singing.

Viking! Simon who is beaming with pride as he lays his rough hands against your swollen belly months later, his baby growing big and strong and kicking fiercely against their fathers touch.

"A warrior already" he chuckled when your stomach jumped a little, the impression of a little foot or hand pressing against your skin. Your husband holds you close, pulling you in tight to his warm chest and just breathing you in through the cold night.

"Strong like his father" you whispered with a soft smile, caressing your stomach lovingly.

Viking! Simon who has tears in eyes a month later when his baby is born. A strong, beautiful little girl that makes his heart swell. She's so tiny in his arms as he holds her while you rest, the safest place in the world with her father who would burn the world to ashes before he let anyone hurt either of you. He presses his lips to her forehead in a soft kiss as her tiny fingers wrapped around one of his and he realized that with you and her, he finally found something to live for.

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His eyes are lovingly gazing into yours, only having to slightly look up to meet your eyes from when he’s crouched down on one knee, because he’s decided if he’s doing it, he’s doing it right.

He’s holding the ring box open to present the shining new piece of jewelry to you, but you haven’t even noticed it yet, eyes brimming with pure, overwhelming happiness, tears threatening to spill over.

As the seconds continue to pass, that’s all he does, is stare at you, admiring your glowing expression, feeling pleased with himself that this is going so well.

“Simon.”

“Yeah, love?”

“Did you want to ask me a question so I could maybe answer or-”

“Fuck- tha’s right- I mean,” he begins to fumble, realizing he grabbed the box from his pocket, popped it open to present the ring, and has been sitting here staring at you without a word. Real smooth Simon. “Not fuck, I’m not cursin’ durin’ your proposal-”

“Oh, get it out Si! You know my answer!”

“Marry me, lovie.” He asks without hesitation. “Let’s put on paper what’s already been true since I laid eyes on you.”

“Still not technically a question, but yes, duh!”

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just cause flowers ⎯ RAFE CAMERON

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summary rafe, your boyfriend, coming to your house randomly surprising you with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite snacks.

warning(s) a whole lotta sweetness.

If someone asked you to count on your fingers how many times Rafe arrived at your house with a bouquet of flowers, jewelry, and handful of your favorite snacks. You could lose track of the count. One of his love languages is gift-giving. 

Rafe impacted your life in ways you cannot articulate. Rafe considers you the most significant woman in the world. He makes you feel cherished, valued, and understood.

You're not sure how you got so lucky with someone like Rafe. He consistently treats you nicely and makes you happy, even on your worst days. Every day, you tell him how grateful you are for him.

Rafe will show up with something in his hand whenever you two are together. You remember your first date he brought you to this beautiful restaurant on the island then you two walked on the beach for half an hour till it was time for you to go home.

As you dig through the fridge, you yell, "Scarlett, you have to spill the tea!" while holding the phone to your ear and shoulder, eager to hear what she's about to say.

Your best friend, Scarlett, told you about this guy she's been seeing for a while. They went on a date last night and you've been waiting to hear what happened.

Scarlett tells you it went good, she really likes him. Towards the end of their date when he was dropping her off at her house, he asked to kiss her.

"That's so cute, I'm so happy for you," you reply, feeling thrilled for your best friend. "Have you texted since then?" You inquire with curiosity.

"Yes, he wants to see me again," she exclaims over the phone, thrilled that this is even happening.

The phone call lasted for another thirty minutes. Following the call, you finished your food, cleaned the bowl, and walked into the living room to watch a show on Netflix. Your parents are at work right now, so you are at home alone.

In the middle of the show, your phone buzzed on your lap.

Rafe: come outside princess

Y/N: kk coming

As you stood up from the couch, you felt a rush of butterflies in your stomach. You grab your Crocs, put them on, and open the front door. Rafe was there, one hand holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers and the other holding all of your favorite munchies and one of his sweaters.

Get down on one knee now, Rafe.

Your palm covers your lips, slowly walking over to view what's in-front of you, "you've got to be kidding me," smiling before leaning in and smelling the flowers, which smelled fantastic.

He chuckles at your reaction, "I'm not kidding, princess," appreciating your expressions before going in for a passionate kiss on the lips.

"These are beautiful baby, thank you so much" you beam with such gratefulness scanning through the basket of snacks then grabbing the flowers, smelling them again.

You swiftly glance at Rafe before turning your attention to the big sweatshirt draped over his arm behind the basket. Carefully reaching for the mystery sweater, your eyes will light up as you unfold it. It smells just like him and is one of your favorite hoodies of his.

You smirk and clutch it against your chest, cuddling it. "Ah you shouldn't have," you remark cynically. "This is added to my millions of sweatshirts of yours."

Rafe throws his head back laughing at your comment knowing you steal majority of his clothes from his closet. He doesn't mind it.

"Anything for my gorgeous girlfriend who'm I love so much" Rafe smiles sweetly placing multiple kisses on your face⎯you giggle out loud feeling like a teenager all over again.

He pulls away, lips running over his bottom lip, both hands on your hips, keeping you close to him. All he can do is admire what's in front of him⎯you looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes and smile.

"Let's go inside?" You wiggle your brow as you motion to the house. 

Rafe responds by nodding, turning you around with his large hands and following closely after you.

"You know the moment you propose to me, I will probably faint," you say honestly, causing Rafe to chuckle out loud as he closes the front door. 

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My Love (Adorn You)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Spider-Punk x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Tags: Cursing, sleepy times, clingy hobie, touchy hobie, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender for reader (just cuddly feel good times), title based off of Adorn by Miguel (wrote this listening to it, ngl)

Summary: It's been a while since you've gotten a whole weekend off and Hobie's particularly clingy this morning. Also, screw your job.

A/N: Credit to @mushroom-graphics-allotment for the lovely banners! My shorter second piece for the 1st week of Octobie!!! I'm having a blast coming up with more one-shots @the-kr8tor 💕

Light from the rising sun gently peeks through the curtains and spills into the bedroom, hitting your face and stirring you awake. You slowly blink away the sleep from your eyes, eyelashes fluttering as you stir ever slightly in your boyfriend's arms. Hobie's soft snores slowly cease, eyebrows furrowing and eyes cracking open ever so slightly. He looks at you before glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside him, grumbling and pulling you closer to him once he sees the time.

“Too early… Sleep more, lovie,” he mumbles softly, breath tickling the shell of your ear. You let out a sleepy hum as you bring up a hand to softly scratch at the coarse hair just above the nape of his neck. Hobie lets out a pleased, sleepy sounding purr before burying his face into your neck, one of his hands splayed over your back while the other gently grips your hip. He pulls you closer against his frame as he drifts back off to sleep, the warmth you radiate welcoming on this chilly morning.

You almost let the peacefulness of it all lull you back to sleep, until the sudden thought of your job makes you sit up abruptly. Hobie groans when you do, hands trying to pull you back down to his embrace.

“No, Hobes. Gotta get to work,” You say with a tired sigh. Hobie sits up and wraps his arms around your waist, face tucked into your shoulder. His lips press sleepy kisses along your skin as he tugs you closer.

“It's Saturday, baby. You're off, remember?” Your boyfriend's quiet mumbles make you lean against him, silently thanking whatever entity is out there that you're off. You weren't sure you'd even be able to make it in today anyways, with how exhausted you feel. You allow Hobie to pull you back down onto the bed, burying your face into his chest as you two bask in the warmth of one another. Sleep welcomes you both with open arms, the two of you not stirring awake again until it's almost noon.

When you do wake up again, you try to get up from the bed, eager to start on the plethora of chores that you know are waiting for you. Your boyfriend seems to have other plans, however. With a disapproving sound, he pulls you back down to lay beside him, face nuzzling against your own. A huff of mild annoyance leaves you as he peppers kisses along your jaw, a knowing smile on his lips all the while.

“You ain't goin’ nowhere, sweetheart. It's been days since I've had you all to myself.” His words make you slightly less irritated with him, eyes softening as you turn your head to look at him properly. It's true that you've been too busy lately. Your job didn't understand the fact that you're a human being with needs, clearly, always making you do doubles and working you over time. Without the over time pay. One of your hands moves up to gently fiddle with his multiple ear piercings, fingers brushing over the silver jewelry. You smile as he leans into your touch

“I know. ‘M sorry for being so busy, Hobie. Work has just been… ugh.”

“Love, I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible. Fuck your job. You should just quit.” You look at the man with a raised eyebrow, as if his suggestion was out of the question. Of course you'd thought about quitting before, but you had concerns about just leaving the job you'd had for over two years.

“Quit? Not saying I don't want to, but where else will I find that pays as much?” Hobie hums softly in your ear before pushing up on one elbow in order to look down at you.

“You need a change of pace. Quit and start up that business you've always wanted to.” He leans down to smooch the little pout off of your face, chuckling when you chase after his lips. “I've got your back, always. I'll help support you however you need.”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at his words, his offer to support you making you more in love with him than you ever thought possible. Smiling softly, you lift up a hand to gently trace the curves of his jaw, fingers lightly brushing over his cheeks. Hobie looks down at you all the while, seemingly lovestruck as he leans further into your touch. A dopey grin on his face, he leans down to brush his lips against yours with all the tenderness of a feather, his piercing cool against your skin.

“Quit f’me, lovie,” he breathes out, voice a low whisper. A soft snort leaves you and you playfully press your hand on his face, practically mushing him.

“ You're a bad influence, Hobie Brown. You just want me to quit so you can have me like this everyday.”

He grins and licks a fat stripe up your palm, making you squeal and recoil your hand in disgust. A laugh leaves him as you swiftly wipe your hand free of saliva on his arm. “I'm not denying it, am I?” He says with a cheeky gleam in his eyes.

It makes you roll your eyes, a reluctant smile ghosting your lips as he presses more kisses into the crook of your neck. After a few moments of comfortable silence between you, you try to get up once more, pushing your body off of the bed. Hobie has other ideas, it seems, tightening his arms around your waist and relaxing his entire weight on top of you. You groan and push at his shoulders, pouting at the chorus of little snickers that leave him.

“Planning to keep me hostage all day, Hobart…? We've got chores.”

“Sweetheart, fuck those chores. You're my teddy for the day, mm? I'll even order us some food, just so you won't get outta bed. Now just be good f’me and let me love you.”

You let out a long, exasperated sigh at his words, snuggling closer to him despite yourself. It's safe to say that not a lick of chores had gotten done that day.

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Weaponized Incompetence

Birthday - Part 3

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John is trying to be better and he's trying and it's kinda working but you are not going to help him.

John doesn’t know where he went wrong. He’s trying goddammit and it seems like you don’t care about that at all. He’s cleaned and then cleaned and cleaned some more but he never seems to get it right. 

Sitting down with his head in hands, he’s struggling to understand what to do right. He thinks that the only way to get his wife to stay with him is to figure out how to get the job done without her knowing. Pulling out his phone and opening google he tries again to search up what he wants. 

>>How to clean up the house the right way? 

>>How do I get my wife to not be angry with me? 

>>Good gifts to give my wife?

John knows that for the past few years , he’s gotten shitty gifts for you in the past, according to google. A vacuum is not a good choice nor is a really nice mop. He thought that the best thing to do was get gifts that he thought were good for her. But now he knows that getting house gifts is honestly the worst thing that he could do. He never noticed that she would cut her eyes when she opened the gift and small smile she would give that didn’t quite reach her eyes. He thought that he did a good job and it never seemed like an issue but with the articles mentioning that getting household items that both he and his wife used. 

Waking up early , John made you a fancy coffee that he had been practicing since last week. He knows that you love language. 

“Lovie”, John whispers to you. John places the coffee and small breakfast on the side table. He shakes you awake. With your bleary eyes and morning voice letting out a what. 

“Happy Birthday , baby”, John whispers to you. Placing a soft kiss on your lips. Giving him a small smile , you whisper a soft thank you. 

“Once you're ready, I got you something”, John says, He sees your smile drop and he realizes that you think that he got you a shitty gift….again. 

“Let’s get this over with”, you mutter under your breath. Getting up and going downstairs. And you’re shocked. There’s balloons with your age on it. Streamers hanging from the ceiling fans. And a medium size bag with a “happy birthday” on it. John see’s you turn towards him with your mouth opening and closing , mouthing an oh my god. 

“John, i don’t know what to say”, you say to him. John just smiles at you and motions towards the gift, “open it”. 

Pulling out a forest green Coach purse , you run over to John and give him a big hug and a huge kiss. 

“I love this color”, you say to him. 

“I know”, he says, “There’s something else in there for you”. 

“Oh”, you said, and then dig in the bag and that’s when you see the jewelry box, opening it , tears are in your eyes, “it’s gold” , you look at him ,”you got me gold jewelry”. 

John has never gotten you jewelry since you never have asked him for it. That’s how he knows he fucked up, just because you never asked for it doesn’t mean you should never get it. The article said that you should know if your wife wears gold or silver and if you don’t know then you don’t know your wife. 

John had to go through all of your jewelry and saw that most of it was gold, so that’s what he brought. 

“I love you baby, and I know that I haven’t been the best husband but ‘M tryn’, John pleads with you. You look at him resigned to the fact that you know you are going to give him another chance but that’s it.

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Hey! Could you do poly!marauders where the reader gets a new piercing and maybe the boys accidentally hit it and like help clean it and stuff? Thank you <33

Hii, love! So I kinda strayed off a little from the request and didn’t realize it until it was too late. I hope this is still somewhat what you were hoping for! (The piercing I chose was a septum because it’s the only piercing that I actually have lol)

I hope you enjoyyy, mwah<3

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All three of the boys are gathered in the kitchen fighting over the correct way to make a salad. If it were anyone else who just walked in on the argument, they’d think the boys were being serious. You know they are just being silly. Their arguments are usually about nothing important and get heated quickly, but fizzle out soon after.

Yesterday Sirius had taken you to a tattoo and piercing parlor that he went to the last time he got a tattoo. You had been wanting to get a septum piercing for a while, but never had the time and you just couldn’t justify spending the money. Sirius however had noticed. He saw you longingly staring through piercers windows, eying septum rings at jewelry shops, and scrolling aimlessly through Pinterest just to stop and stare when a picture of someone with a nose ring popped up. He had got James and Remus together to tell them he was going to surprise you with a trip to the tattoo parlor to get it done, and they couldn’t agree more. You deserved it.

Now the actual piercing didn’t hurt to get done. Sirius said you didn’t even flinch when the needle slid through your skin. But god did it hurt now. It would be bearable if you could just stop touching your nose. You swear you didn’t have to wipe your nose this much before you got it done, or at least you didn’t notice if you had to. Now every-time you feel your nose get runny you have to brace yourself to get a tissue and gently sweep below the piercing and clench your jaw at the burning sensation that occurs when you accidentally hit the ring.

That’s what’s happening now. As the boys continue to fight their aimless argument over salads, they know they are going to go with James’ recipe because it’s the best, but are too stubborn to admit it. You walk behind the counter to grab a tissue and prepare for the inevitable pain that will come with blowing your nose.

before you can properly lift up the tissue you hear James say

“What do you think Y/N?”

The question caught you off guard seeming as you had stopped paying attention to the conversation ages ago.

“I think you are all being silly, I love all your salads equally. Pull some straws or something”

You don’t even have time to feel bad about the little white lie told when your mind betrays you by going autopilot and blowing your nose the regular way. This would have been fine, splendid really if it had happened just a few days before, but now with your fresh piercing it feels like a punch to the face. the boys seem to realize this at the same time as you because Remus’ face turns into a grimace, James let’s put a hiss, and Sirius puts his hands up as if he can stop your movements from across the room.

You all flinch at the same time. Your eyes immediately water and you lift your hand to gently cup your nose as you double over and let out a muffled

“Fuck.”

“Lovie now why would you do that?”

James asks in an almost heartbroken voice. As if he was the one in pain.

“because you distracted me, that’s why.” you snap out, but immediately feel guilty for saying. It’s not James fault you just fucked with a fresh piercing.

James doesn’t seem to mind as he comes closer and lifts your hand away from your nose to inspect it. Remus and Sirius also make their way towards you to lend out their comfort in the form of soft touches and pitying words.

Once the pain subsides you consider continuing the act. The boys were being so soft with you and there’s no harm in a little lie. Plus it will make them forget about who they’re choosing to make the salad tonight and give your ears a much needed break from their bickering.

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Part 4 of cheating!Soap. Simon's POV. Angst. Potentially ooc Simon.

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Simon Riley is a bad man. He wasn't given much of a choice really. He was dealt a bad hand that kept getting worse and worse. He tried to live a good life, despite his childhood, but it was all taken away from him in fire and blood. So he threw himself into it headfirst. He dove into it and found comfort in the fire and blood. He knew fire and blood. He's good at fire and blood.

Simon Riley is a lonely man. All his life, he's never had anyone. He keeps everyone he meets at arms-length at a minimum. He doesn't do love. He doesn't believe in it. The last time he tasted it was from his mother, and that taste has long since been replaced by the tinny taste of blood. He's comfortable being alone. He fills his time with work, and on the rare occasion he's sent back home to his barren flat in Manchester, the most he does is find a quick fuck at a pub.

He doesn't care about their names, he doesn't particularly care if they're a man or woman or something in between. He doesn't care what they look like, he hardly looks at them at all. They're just a means to an end for him. Just a warm hole to stuff himself into to feel good for a bit, to make his head quiet for a bit. He leaves once he's done. He never stays the night, never even stays much longer than to tie off his condom and pull his trousers back up.

It all changed when he met that damned spitfire of a man John MacTavish. Goes by the name 'Soap'. A ridiculous nickname in Simon's opinion, but then again, he goes by Ghost, so he doesn't have much room to talk.

Soap is loud and brash, but he can be careful and focused, too. He's intensely loyal and has a deep sense of justice. He fights for what's right, Ghost has seen it. He makes the icy shell around Ghost's heart melt, ever so slightly.

It's a slow progression, the way Soap draws Ghost into his orbit. Ghost doesn't even fully realize its happened until Las Almas. There was a moment when he thought he lost Johnny- when did Soap become Johnny? They had gotten separated and Ghost waited for him. Ghost never waited. But he couldn't, in that moment, hiding out in a church with a whole militia after him, even fathom leaving Johnny behind.

By the time Simon realized he loved Johnny it was too late. Johnny was married. Simon hadn't noticed that when he read Soap's dossier years ago. It must have happened in the time they had known each other. Simon had never pinned Johnny as someone to keep his cards so close to his chest like that, but he was proved wrong.

Johnny didn't wear his ring in the field. It was a liability, not just to have jewelry on in life-or-death situations, but also for anyone to see he was married, be it friend or foe. He didn't find out until after Chicago. It seemed that Soap's near-death experience at the top of a skyscraper had shaken him more than he'd let on. He'd snuck off at the bar to use the payphone and Ghost had followed.

"Hey, its me... Just needed to hear your voice, bonnie... No, no, I'm alright, just a wee bit banged up... Yeah, I miss you too, lovie... No I promise I'm alright. Just got a bit worried the whole 'til death do us part' thing was comin' sooner than expected... Sorry, bonnie... No, no, you're right, it's not funny. I'm sorry... I'll be home in a few days... Yeah... I'll see you then. I love you."

Simon hated you. He hated you and he didn't even know you. He didn't even know you existed and he hated you. Who were you? Some civilian? Some random woman who decided to shack up with Johnny? Probably just chasing valor or benefits or something. What could you possibly have to offer someone like Johnny? You could never understand him the way Simon does. Their bond is forged in fire and blood. You could never hope to understand it. They'd been through hell together. And yet you've wormed your way in between them. You, a woman he doesn't even know, have ruined everything. But Simon, ever the stoic sentinel, keeps it all under wraps with practiced patience. He didn't survive this long by letting his emotions control him. He'll figure out a way to fix this.

Then several months later, Simon meets you. It's after another mission, and you're picking up Soap from base, who had gotten a mild concussion and couldn't drive himself. You're there, waiting for him with a lovesick smile on your face. Simon watches as you embrace Johnny, wrapping him in your arms and holding him for a long time. Too long, in Simon's opinion. And then you pull back and hold Soap's head in your hands, turning his face side to side to get a better look at him. You laugh at something he says. Simon sneers. Oh, aren't you just perfect? A sweet little doting wife?

And then Johnny brings you over to introduce you two. You shake Simon's hand with both of yours, gratitude broadcast to the world as you thank him for getting your Johnny home safe. Your Johnny. Simon hates it. He hates how sincere you are. He wishes you were something worse, something worth hating. But Ghost reads people. He's great at it. But he can't read anything but genuine in you. And it makes him hate you more.

It isn't fair, Simon thinks. You don't deserve someone like Johnny. You haven't earned him. You haven't fought for him like Simon has. You haven't fought alongside him like Simon has. Simon has suffered. His whole life has been nothing but blood and fire. Doesn't he deserve something good for once? Hasn't he earned it? Even the devil himself got to taste heaven before he fell to earth.

That's what he tells himself on that night. The night they were stuck in that frozen safe house in the middle of Bumfuck, Russia. They'd narrowly escaped the enemy, and they didn't dare poke their heads out for risk of being spotted. Soap's radio had broken in the escape. Ghost was the only one with a means to communicate with Watcher. She tells him exfil will be there in the morning. He unplugs his radio. He tells Soap he can't get through. He tells himself that he's justified. He's a devil seeking a taste of heaven.

And what is Johnny if not heaven? Simon needs him. He needs to taste him. Johnny is worried. Simon can feel it rolling off him in waves. Simon can make it all better for him. Just for tonight.

"Who knows when exfil's gonna get here?" He asks. "What do we have to lose? It's just for tonight. Just let me take care of you, Johnny."

Simon can feel the hesitation in Johnny's body when he kisses him. But Johnny let's Simon lay him down. Simon whispers words into Johnny's ear. Not quite words of reassurance. But Simon Riley is a bad man, and a lonely man, and those two things make a nasty combination.

Simon tastes every part of Johnny's body he can get his mouth on. Neither man has bathed in days, and a lesser man would be disgusted, but Simon has experienced far worse. Besides, nothing about Johnny could ever disgust him.

And when Johnny let's him inside, Simon, that devil, finally tastes his slice of heaven. A whole life of suffering was worth is just to feel Johnny beneath him. It's perfect, he thinks. Even if only for the night. Simon looks Johnny in the eye. Simon stays with him afterward. Simon sleeps beside him.

Then morning comes. Exfil comes. Regret comes for Johnny, but not for Simon. Maybe he shouldn't had lied about his radio, but it was worth it, wasn't it? But now Johnny won't look at him. He won't speak to him. He practically runs from him when they land.

No, no, no. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to fix things! It was supposed to fix what you had ruined! You, Soap's perfect wife with your perfect life, perfectly ruining Simon's. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon more. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon as much as Simon needed him. What happened? What went wrong? Simon blames you. He always blames you.

Simon calls Johnny late that night, after he's sure you must be in bed. He pleads with Johnny to come to his senses. It wasn't a mistake! How could he say that? How could he say that it was wrong when Simon had never felt so right in his whole life? It's your fault. You've got Johnny trapped under some kind of spell. You can't love him like Simon could, like Simon does. Simon changes tactics.

"You have to tell her," Simon tells him. Maybe if you know, you'll leave. Then Simon can have Johnny all to himself, without you getting in the way again. "The guilt will eat you up, it's better if you just tell her. Its the right thing to do." Johnny reluctantly agrees.

Simon waits for Johnny to call him the next night, to tell him you've kicked him out. He waits for the call so he can swoop in and be Johnny's rescuer. Maybe then Johnny will see how much he loves him. But Johnny never calls. Simon would be tearing his hair out with anxiety if it wasn't so close-cropped to his head. What's happened to him? He hasn't lost control of his emotions like this in years. What have you done to him?

Simon drives to Johnny's house. He watches from the curb through your window. Johnny's alone. Good. He has half a mind to walk up to the door when he sees you come around the corner. He watches you two talk. He watches you cry. Crocodile tears, they must be! Poor you, having your perfect life be derailed. Simon was justified. It's only fair that you suffer even a fraction that he has so he can take some of your perfect life for his own.

But then Johnny is holding you. Johnny is kissing you. No, no this isn't right! You should be screaming at him to leave! You should be beating Soap to a pulp so Simon can put him back together! Why won't you let him have this?

He watches Johnny carry you away. He forces himself to drive away before he does something he'll regret. He speeds the whole way home. He turns his apartment upside-down. In the back of his mind he's thankful he lives in a shit part of town where no one calls the cops unless someone is actually dead. No noise complaints as he shatters every mirror.

It's your fault he's losing control. You you would just let him have Johnny, it would all be fine. But you, you selfish bitch, want to keep Johnny all to yourself. Why? Because you've got a ring? Because you made a vow? Well, Simon makes a vow to himself. No matter how long it takes, he will make Johnny his.

[lnfours]

* ✰. — make a friendship bracelet

hi jordan, congrats on your 11k!! i just saw your event, and i couldn't resist making a request with my favorite album 🙈 could you do "paper rings"? please and thank youuu!! 🩷🫶

omg hi lovie!!! thank you so much! 🥹🫂🫂 lover supremacy! 😤

join the 11k celebration!

it started as an inside joke, using straw wrappers from your drinks whenever you’d go out to eat. you had watched him curiously as he twisted and folded the small bit of paper into a circle, a smile on his face as he held his hand out for you. you laughed with him, giving him your hand as he slipped the makeshift ring onto your finger. he placed a soft kiss on top of it.

“one day it’ll be a real one.”

and it became a running thing. every time there was a straw wrapper or a little piece of paper he could makeshift into a ring, he would. and you saved every single one, adding them to your jewelry box until you had so many that they needed their own little box. they sat on your dresser, right next to the framed pictures you had from over the years. years of friendship that had turned into something more. the best kind of accident there was.

you had gotten home from work, flowers and candles laid out on the kitchen counter. the dining room set with the fancy china you only used on special occasions. your favorite bottle of wine on the table in front of your place.

you smiled at him, “what’s all this for?”

he shrugged, a smile on his face too, “just a little something special for you, ‘s all.”

you walked over to him, letting him pull you in for a kiss. and another. and one more. because his kisses always came in threes. and after you had both pulled away, both of you talking about your days as he finished fixing the dinner on the stove, he couldn’t help but think about the ring box in his pocket.

he had kept his promise.

[wheresmydietdrkelp]

The dreaded day. (Sorry guys)

You and Simon are married. Were? Were.

He was in the military, and you accepted that a long time ago. Accepted the fact that he might not come home one day. You two never thought that day would come.

Until it did.

You, sitting at home in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, just watching a movie. Simon is supposed to come home in a few weeks. Utterly too long.

You get up when you hear a knock on the door. Surely not Simon.

You open the door, seeing the other members of the task force standing there. Your mouth drops open, tears springing to your eyes as you see their tears.

They hand you his dog tags, jewelry, and a picture that was found in his tactical gear. A picture of you and him on your wedding day.

You hold his things in your hand, brain still not quite grasping the fact that he'll never come home again.

None of his terrible jokes, no more "lovie" or "love", no more of him.

The members of the task force walk away after a moment. You continue to stand there, tears streaming down your face silently.

After a minute, you walk inside. The eerie silence that follows the rest of the night is deafening. You call into work the next day, say that you're sick.

You stay at home, crying and wondering why. Why everything. Why you had to be in the military. Why you had to leave so soon. Why everything.

At least he said I love you before he left.

[sturniolo-rat]

✨Matt Sturniolo Headcanons✨

For Boxer Girlies🥊

👊🏽 Matt loves that you’re strong

On any given day you could absolutely body Matt in an arm wrestling match and he absolutely loves that. You can even pick him up like a baby. “Help me! I’m so fucking tired.” He collapses onto your shoulder and you pick him up bridal style and take him to your room. He’s in no way insecure about your strength. In fact he’s very happy that you can take care of yourself. He doesn’t have to worry about you when you go out by yourself. He worries anyway but he knows he doesn’t have to lol. Matt is always asking you to do little strong person tasks like open up jars and lift cases of water when he gets back from grocery shopping. You’re so helpful to have around “Thank you so much, Baby. You’re being an exceptionally good girl today. Can you think of any ways I can repay the favor?” 😉

👊🏽 He attends every match

Matt gets so into it when he watches you fight. That boy is hootin and hollerin cheering you on. Eventually you have to tell him to control himself because it’s distracting as fuck and he accidentally got you punched in the face. He feels so bad he decides to spoil you for the entirety of the next day. He takes you to your favorite store “I’ll get you anything you want, My Love.” And he takes you out to get matching Cartier earrings. He also does this whenever you lose a match or get a bad Injury. Needless to say you have a good amount of designer clothes and jewelry.

👊🏽 He takes care of your injuries

Matt literally gets CPR, AED, and First Aid certified from Red Cross because he always wants to be able to take care of you. The boy is always monitoring you for signs of a concussion and he takes note of every punch you take to make sure he checks those areas specifically when y’all get home. “Arms up, Lovie. Gotta check your left ribs. I saw she got you there good in the second round.”He sits you on his lap and takes a look at your face and neck before he kisses all of the bruises on your upper body. “I know you feel all beat up, Sweetness, but do you want me to go lower?”

👊🏽 He makes you feel fragile and protected

Sometimes you get tired of feeling big and tough and you want to feel vulnerable and feminine. Matt will always make you feel like a lady. He runs a bath for you and washes your hair every Sunday and makes sure caress every part of your body. He’s not doing anything sexual he’s just showing his appreciation. Every night before you sleep he makes you tell him all about your day. Whenever you’re done telling him he he almost always has to say “No, baby. I don’t just want to know what happened. I won’t let you sleep until you tell me your feelings about today. You don’t have to be strong around me. Just let me take care of you.”

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[readwritealldayallnight]

Showing Off

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 990 words

warnings/tags: fluff, briefest allusions to smut

“What do you think about this one, Si?” You ask as you pick up one of the grocery store’s apples, not even really bothering to look at which one you grab. You shove it in front of his face, twisting it around so that he sees more of your hand than the fruit itself.

“Looks fine to me, love”

“Mmm, actually how about this one?” You quickly switch out apples, presenting him another one in the same manner, his eyes seeing more of your hand than what it holds.

“S’alright.”

“Okay, well, where do you think we should go next? That way towards bread? Or maybe the aisle this way?” You ponder, making a big show of waving your left hand back and forth in front of his face as you point. From behind the black surgical mask he wears, you hear him scoff in amusement, but his eyes cannot contain the love he holds for you as he snatches your wrist in his much larger palm. He brings your left hand up to his lips through the mask and gives your newest piece of jewelry a kiss.

“Follow ya wherever ya take me, love.” He says, threading his fingers through yours as he nudges the shopping cart with his hip, and true to his word, follows you wherever you take him.

‘Do you think we need any more dish soap?’ accompanied by a photo of your left hand pointing towards a store shelf, your ring front and center.

‘Nails are painted! Got the colour you picked ;)’ sent along with a photo of your nails on your left hand.

‘Ever noticed how soft the brown blanket is? We never take out the brown blanket’ reads the message, in addition to a short video of you petting said blanket for a few seconds, before zooming in and out dramatically on your ring.

‘Don’t mind me, just putting clothes away :)’ are the words that accompany a photo of your left hand atop a pile of laundry. You’ve circled your ring in bright red and drawn little hearts around it.

He finally is able to check his messages after a long day on base. He sees all the notifications from you and can’t help but roll his eyes while a smirk stays plastered across his face, hidden behind his mask, as he goes through them all. You’re adorable. He’s so in love with you it hurts.

“Wait!! Let me do it!” You squeak, noticing which jacket Simon has just thrown over his broad shoulders and looped his muscular arms through. He chuckles softly to himself and slowly shakes his head in disbelief, yet he still keeps his hands at his sides, allowing you to come up behind him. The both of you angle yourselves so that Simon is facing the mirror you hung up in the foyer not long after moving in with him. He’s not so bothered by what he sees in his reflection nowadays. Especially when it more often than not shows him with his pretty little bird by his side.

He hears your sweet little giggle that you try to muffle into the fabric of his jacket, and his smile widens, knowing how pleased you are with yourself that he’s putting up with your antics. He feels your left hand creep its way between his side and his arm, sneaking its way towards the front where you find his zipper. He uses his right hand to pass you the other side of the jacket and helps you to fasten it (listen your fiancé is just so broad, it’s easier if you just let him help you start the zipper okay lovie, then he’ll let you do it all on your own).

He turns his gaze towards the mirror, where he watches your much smaller hand ever so slowly inch the zipper up his abdomen towards his chest, admiring how the ring he slipped on your finger for the first time only so many days ago glistens in the light. Eventually your little hand and its new pretty accessory make its way up to his throat, where your soft fingers fingers slowly reach up and pet the skin they find there. If it looks like he’s blushing when you slip your hand back and come around to face him, you don’t have long enough to comment before he’s dropped down to a knee and is grabbing your preferred pair of shoes of the shoe rack.

He juts his chin towards your legs, letting you know he wants you to lift a foot. You lean back against the wall and raise your foot for him, enchanted by the way his larger than life hands grasp your ankle as if he were handling a newborn fawn, delicately slipping your shoe on for you, before pressing a kiss to your knee, and wordlessly repeating each step with diligence with the next foot.

He stands to his full height, where you now find yourself trapped between the wall and his hulking frame. You grab his left hand with both of yours, folding his fingers so that you can press a soft kiss to the spot where you hope he too will one day adorn his own shining band. His already lovesick gaze softens even further as you smile sweetly up at him, allowing him to cradle your cheek with his palm.

“Do you think you’ll want to wear a ring, Si? Wear it on your tags at work maybe, if it gets in the way of gloves or-”

“‘Course I’ll wear a ring swee’heart.” He cuts you off, leaning in to press his own soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. “I’ll let ya slip any ring you want on my finger.” He adds with another kiss to the other corner of your mouth. “And then I’ll make ya watch as ya get that ring all wet on my fingers.”

…

“We don’t actually need a ceremony right? Courthouse good with you? How’s tomorrow??”

[babydollmarauders]

happy valentine’s day faithlynn! can i ask what jack is doing for lovie and el this valentine’s day? 🩷

happy valentine’s day, love!! i hope you have a beautiful day!

jack and lovie actually have a valentine’s tradition! every year, jack gets lovie a bouquet of lilies and a piece of jewelry! this year the jewelry is a ring that he told her he knew as soon as he saw it that she had to have it. he also gets her a cake sample box from a bakery and they eat it together after el goes to sleep.

he got el a little mini bouquet of roses and a little charm bracelet for her to wear when she gets a little older. he plans to give her a charm to add every valentine’s day! and of course, he got her a little box of chocolates because she had to have a sweet of some kind

[princess-alora-speaks]

welcome to my blog :)))

i wanna be close to you

✧˚ · . hi my lovies! — you can call me alora or princess. anything else is fine too as long as it's kind :) this is my side blog for yapping so i can't follow back

✧˚ · . about me — 19 ୨୧ stem major ୨୧ bisexual??? ୨୧ blondie ୨୧ libra ୨୧ INFP ୨୧ future girl mom ୨୧

✧˚ · . things i love — taylor swift ♡ noah kahan ♡ gracie abrams ♡ chappell roan ♡ my moots on my main blog ♡ the color pink ♡ snuggles ♡ sweet girls ♡ wcbb ♡ my dino stuffies ♡ criminal minds ♡ naps ♡ journaling ♡ gold jewelry ♡ ribbons and bows ♡ makeup ♡ sundresses ♡ frozen margs ♡ iced chai ♡

✧˚ · . DNI — men, minors, meanies, homophobes, racists, trolls, zionists.

✧˚ · . main blog (wcbb)

[reclaimingself]

hi can you please give some comforts and names and pronouns to for a kokoa introject?

hi!! i hope these help!

names: aimee, lovie, vera, odessa, adelaide, ange, veronica, versity, delphine, colette, elodie, iris, felicity, madeline, odette, rosalie.

pronouns: hide/hideself, rose/roseself, bow/bowself, lace/lacey, secret/secrets, lock/locks.

comforts: listening to older love songs, organizing, designing outfits, watching ballets, making jewelry, sewing, and making bouquets.

[image id: light pink stars spanning across the top and bottom of request.]

[lunarrosespirits]

Cynthia the Succubus Siren [Mod Lilac]

Name: Cynthia

Species: Succubus Siren

Pronouns: She/Her

Alignment: Rose

Likes: makeup, beauty, self-care, jewelry, accessories, fashion, love, friendship, sisterhood, socializing

Dislikes: petty drama, cattiness, "pick me" people, bugs/insects, most sports (in her words ugh, why?)

Keywords: pampered, graceful, fun, friendly, flirty, open, social, genuine

Family Requirements: Cynthia is looking for someone who is 21+ years old, looking for a platonic companion at the moment, but is open to more should it happen organically. As a rose alignment she is for an intermediate practitioner.

Message: Babesssss! I am BEYOND thrilled to be here. I tried this before but totally chickened out lol. I can't wait to chat more with all of you lovies! kiss kiss!

Adoption Fee: $85

To chat with Cynthia, request visits, to find the link to our companion application or to put in an invitation for her to join your family, please visit our Discord!

[greeneyedivy]

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