#life is kicking me in the pants rn

[thelov3lybookworm]

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Summary: Rhysand thinks Azriel has become oldand deserves rest. And while Azriel loves his friend a lot, who the hell does he think he is telling Azriel what to do? The apprentice Rhysand has ordered Azriel to train isn't lessening his frustration either.

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Word count: 1697

Warnings: azzie being a thirsty teenager, reader being sassy, azzie deciding he wants to be a flirty lil hoe lol

A/n: JDVNJDMSNCSDMCN OMGGG I LOVE YALL SOO MUCH I CANT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY I AM RN 😭😭😭 as a thank you gift for you all being so nice and supportive of me for over a year now, i present to youuuu my first fir for the celebration week hehe hope you all enjoyyy 🤭

p.s: I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THIS HERE AS WELL EVEN THO I THINK IVE SAID THIS BEFORE IN PRIVATE TO MY WIFEY POO. @berryzxx THANK YOU MY LOVE MY LIFE FOR LISTENING TO ME RANT ABOUT ALL THE FICS I EVER WRITE BUT ALSO ESPECIALLY THE CELEBRATION FICS AND HELPING ME COME UP WITH IDEAS🥹

p.p.s: based on an indian song i used to listen t nonstop which me and berry concluded i should not have been listening to lmaooo like what even was that 😭

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"Any questions?"

Y/n shook her head, eyes fixed on the neat scribbles on the pristine white paper in her hands, going through the schedule handed to her for the tenth time.

"Perfect then," the high lord muttered, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the mahogany wood of the table in his office. "Be on time for your training, starting tomorrow. You know, my spymaster is a rule follower and hates tardiness."

Y/n dipped her head, finally meeting the glittering violet of her new employer, essentially.

She stood, knowing she was dismissed, and fell into a deep bow. "Thank you for this opportunity again, my lord. I might not be a shadowsinger, but I will prove to be an amazing spy."

"Looking forward to working with you, Y/n. Hope you will live up to your reputation."

As Y/n now stood in the training ring, sweat rolling down her body in rivulets, she wished she had asked Rhysand more questions about his spymaster. For starters, she should have asked if the male was a grown adult or a terrifying toddler.

Because by the way the high lord had sung praises in the illyrian’s name, talking about how patient, composed and kind he was, Y/n would have assumed he would be a pleasure to work with.

The overgrown manchild she had been training with was anything but.

As she stared into his hazel eyes, trying not to snap his pretty neck, Y/n wondered if he had serious personality disorder or he was going through some sort of mood swing. Because the male glaring down at her panting form was not the sweet, caring and soft spoken male Y/n had envisioned.

"You still have three laps left, and then hand to hand combat. Or are you as forgetful as you are untrained?"

Y/n straightened her back, her mouth shut tight as she released a frustrated breath through her nose. "I know how many laps are left, thank you very much. I am not old enough to forget things, especially not old enough to be replaced by someone better and younger."

His eyes flashed, his shadows thickening. The side of Y/n’s lips kicked up in satisfaction. Her remarks had found their mark. Without waiting for whatever words he was going to throw at her next, Y/n turned away, sprinting her way through the barely visible dirt path around the training ring.

He looked murderous the next time her eyes met his, but at least he wasn't yelling at her to speed up or your posture is shit.

Even though he put her through hell for the rest of the afternoon, it all passed in a blur, because the moment he turned away from her, his hands flicking in a dismissive gesture, she stalked over to the water station and gulped down two glasses of water.

In that moment, only she existed, the glass attached to her mouth and her parched throat weeping with joy.

Mother, thank you for giving us mere peasants water.

When she was done, she moved to retrieve her jacket discarded near the exit, only to find Azriel still present, now conversing in furious whispers with the Warlord.

Y/n had no interest in engaging with them, and by the way the general glanced at her, worry written all over his face, she knew he would try to corner her.

Swiftly, she picked up her jacket, slung it over her shoulders and began retreating towards where the two illyrians stood, hoping to sneak out of the space they weren’t blocking off when she heard their low voices.

"Still, you’re being too harsh Azriel-"

"If she wanted to be a spy for Rhys, she has to go through this training-"

"She’s already trained to be a spy, Az. quit being an asshole."

"If this is too hard for her and if she is going to go cry about it, then she doesn’t deserve this position."

Y/n stopped and turned to look at the bastard, who had the audacity to stare back with his eyebrows raised.

"Yes?" He grumbled, impatience rolling off him in waves, as if he couldn’t wait to be out of her presence.

She let her eyes wander as she studied the illyrian with the red siphons, then back to Azriel. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Rhys has already discussed the time with you, has he not?"

"Aww, no need to get snappy, princess. I’m just making sure you are not backing out." she pouted, fluttering her lashes before turning away, grinning in triumph at the way his face turned red in anger.

Oh, was she going to have pleasant dreams tonight.

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Azriel’s pov.

It had been a week since the fae female started training under Az, and he was beginning to lose hope.

He had put her through as much turmoil as he could, both mentally and physically. Still, she seemed determined to work for Rhys.

Maybe she only cared to prove Az wrong and stay, maybe she just wanted to annoy the fuck out of him.

Whatever the reason, she was resilient.

He put her through hours upon hours of gruelling work in the afternoon heat, yelled at her every chance he got, tried to get under her skin when he knew she would be most tired and likely to snap, put her through every torturous and unnecessary task under the sun. But still, she did not snap once.

Not once did Azriel think she was going to leave, not once did she threaten to leave, not once did she go to Rhys to ask him whether her training was supposed to be this gruelling when she was already trained from Prythian’s best spy training institution.

He was not going to pretend it did not make him respect her. Day by day, his curiosity increased, he wanted to know why she was still training under him, even though he did everything he could to bully her away.

And he was not going to pretend like it did not make him want to get to know her, maybe get closer, because he could not remember the last time a female had piqued his interest to this level.

He could feel it.

Feel himself falling, but of course, like the thick skulled bastard he was, he refused to accept the fact that his respect for her resilience was more than just that.

Sure, she made him wish for a taste, but he was not going to admit that.

He could already hear her soft pants as he got closer to the training area, his lips lifting on the corners unconsciously.

She was standing opposite one of the training dummies, honed in on the battered thing. It seemed like everything else had ceased to exist, like she couldn’t care less about anything going around her as she swung her sword at the dummy, again and again.

Her focus, the determination with which she trained even though her trainer wasn’t present…

It was hot.

She was hot.

She would probably have a sassy remark on her tongue if she knew the thoughts in his head, but she looked like she did not even realise he had arrived-

"Stop looking at my ass. And You’re late."

He glanced up, his eyes travelling slowly over her form as she turned to face him, her hands wrapped around the sword he had made her practice with yesterday. Her chest heaved, her shoulders moving along, the few strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail, that smug smile on her lips…

And her eyes. They shone with delight at having caught him being tardy.

Deep down, it warmed him, but on the surface, his lips shifted into a sneer.

"I think this is enough training-"

She let out a laugh. "What?"

He stared at her, unamused.

"Sorry, it’s just… Do you have a fever?"

He sighed as she stepped forward, slapping away the hand she reached out to touch his forehead.

"If you want to continue, I have no problems. Get started, twenty laps."

She smirked. "That’s more like it."

He stared at her, bewildered as she cackled, then stepped closer.

"I think it’s slipping, spymaster."

He blinked. "What’s slipping?"

She rolled to her tiptoes, her mouth dangerously close to his ear. It made shivers run down his spine as his eyes focused on the training dummy on the far end of the ring covered in long slashes, the filling spilling out in a few spaces.

"Your facade." She whispered, her hand coming to rest on the back of his neck.

He stiffened. "I don’t know what you mean-"

"Oh cut the crap spymaster, I see right through you."

Az turned his head to meet her gaze. "And what do you see?"

"I can see you, starting to like what you see."

It was like a cold breeze passed through the room, turning his body cold before his heat regulating system turned on again, making him feel hot all over.

"And what do I see?"

Azriel knew his game was over, knowing she knew he was beginning to like her, but he was not going to give in to her easily.

"Me. You see me, Azriel, and you like it." She stepped back, letting her hair loose as she manoeuvred around him. "Pity, you are not getting any of this. Not now, not anytime soon."

He turned on his spot, watching as she stalked away, and he knew damn well she was swaying her hips more than she usually does just to add salt to the wound.

Being a spymaster, he took note of the minute details, of course.

Before she vanished down the stairs, though, she turned to look at him. Her eyes roved leisurely over his figure, and when her eyes met his, she smirked, puckered her lips, blew him a kiss, and then sauntered off.

A challenge.

Azriel wasn’t known to be the most competitive person in the inner circle for no reason.

She had just challenged him, and Azriel would be damned if he lost.

He was going to win this one, and oh was he going to win spectacularly.

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[s6ngbird]

gag reflex — felix catton ᯓ★

⊹₊⋆ warnings — nsfw, pretty much no plot, oral (f. & m. receiving), lmk if i missed anything

⊹₊⋆ pairing — felix catton x fem!reader

⊹₊⋆ a/n — sorry for the disappearance! schools been kicking my ass lately but im working on some coryo stuff rn

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you had wandered around for a while, looking for felix at his halloween party, intoxicated and stumbling around 

you couldn't really differentiate the many people since everyone was dressed up in their own costumes, including yourself

most of the time if you ever lost felix in a crowd, you would just look up and see his head since he was so fucking tall

but your eyes felt heavy and you couldn't really look up, the feeling of all those sleepless nights of studying finally catching up to you at the worst time possible

you stumbled up the stairs to felix's room, getting lost a few times before finding his room and face planting on his bed, ready to let sleep overtake you 

until you hear a tsk tsk sound and look over to see felix coming in the room, adored in a police jacket along with a police hat

“what are you doing here?” you ask, confused that he wasn't downstairs and being the life of the party

“what am i doing here?” he laughed, shaking his head, “bunny this is my room remember? or are you too drunk to even remember my name?”

you groan as he collapses on top of your body, attacking your neck with kisses, the liquor still present in his breath

“oh my fucking god you weigh a shit ton!” you yell, trying to push him off but your attempts were useless as he continued to linger on your back, leaving marks and bruises that you were going to have to cover up tomorrow

he eventually goes limp, or so you think, but then he slides down your back, getting on his knees and yanks your panties down

you gasp, trying to move away from him in panic but he pulls you right down, flipping you over and silencing your protests with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue 

he moves down, licking a stripe up your pussy, eliciting a loud moan from you as you grasp onto his hair

he takes that as the green light, not caring about how loud you are now as he devours your cunt, your juices wetting his whole chin as you moan and grip his hair, it's amazing how you haven't pulled it out yet 

his tongue fucks into you, his nose brushing your clit everytime his tongue goes in fully, adding an extra pressure to bring you over the edge faster

“you close love?” felix asked, his words creating vibrations that echoed in your pussy and that was it for you, you were pushed over the edge, moaning out his name loudly as he licked up all of your cum, praising you for being such a good girl for him

you breathed heavily , catching your breath after that orgasm, and then looked down, spotting the huge bulge in felix's pants

“can i take care of that…?” you ask him, looking up with big eyes in hopes that he'll be more likely to say yes

“go ahead doll” he says, swapping positions with you so that you were now on the ground on your knees and he was on the bed, his legs caging you in between them 

he pulled off his pants and boxers, realizing his painfully hard cock leaking precum

you stared it in amazement until felix tapped your cheek, a reminder that you were not on your knees to stare at his cock

“c'mon doll, suck my dick or i can always just shove it down your throat, which one sounds better hm?” he asks, playing with your hair as he waits for your answer

you're snapped back into reality at his words as you hesitantly start to take his cock in your mouth, licking and sucking it

you had only gave him a blowjob once and you had no idea what your were doing the whole time, so felix took control that time but you wanted to show him that you could figure it out on your own this time

his cock hits the back of your throat and you gag, forgetting about that pesky gag reflex of yours as you pulled off of him, gasping for breath

“let me just take the lead love” felix coos, wiping away your tears from the lack of oxygen

you shake your head but he shushes you, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail and shoving his cock down your throat, making you gag again as you try to gasp for air

your attempts remain fruitless as he continues to slam his cock down your throat with no remorse, disregarding your tears that have fallen down onto your legs now

he groans loudly, praising you for taking him in your mouth so well, hissing once or twice because you've accidentally put your teeth on his cock

“‘m so close, you gonna be my good doll and take all of it?” felix asks, opening his eyes and looking down at you

you're almost in a daze but he yanks on your ponytail, bringing you back to reality as your frantically nod, not even sure why you're nodding

he groans, reaching his climax and spilling his cum down your throat as you gag not only from his cock but from the amount of cum you're being forced to swallow 

once felix is sure that you've swallowed all of it, he removes his cock from your mouth, pulling on a pair of boxers and dressing you in a shirt he has laying around in his dorm and pulling you up on the bed next to you

“i wasn't too harsh, right?” he asks, pulling you in his arms and kissing your neck

you shake your head and he sighs in relief, stroking your thigh with one hand as the other holds you close

he smiles into your hair, and you slowly feel the effects of your activities overtake you until you open your eyes because felix is now muttering things into your hair. they're incoherent but this sentence is loud and clear, as if he wants you to hear,

“now all we need to do is get rid of that pesky gag reflex of yours”

[daintylovers]

thinking of calling stiles or thomas pretty which leads to the most hot teeth clashing make out session with then leads to the most passionate sex ever..

i don't know what i'm on tonight leave me alone ..

aaahhhhh i know its been so long but I'm really feeling stiles rn-

you guys are already making out on his bed when you whisper the words- god, you're so pretty, baby

and goddamn if he hadn't already had a raging boner, he definitely would have after that. everything about those five simple words had him gasping for air. the breathy tone with which it was said, almost like you were mid-moan. or how you were the first person to ever call him pretty. it has him pulling himself away from you, grasping your cheeks in his hands to really be able to look into your eyes.

in typical stilinski fashion, he says- do you really think I'm pretty?

you can smell the underlying insecurity in his words. what if you were just saying that to keep things all hot? what if you didn't mean it?

of course, i think you're pretty. are you crazy? god, every time i look at you i have to manually force myself to breathe. you're the prettiest person I've ever seen, and i get to look at myself in the mirror every day.

that last bit pulls a giggle from his lips. he's grinning like a dork, which only adds to your love for him.

he dives back into your kisses, tongues lapping at each other. and when he realizes he may not be winning that fight, he moves to kiss along your jaw, pulling pretty noises from your lips. his hands move up and down your waist, pushing the fabric of your shirt up higher every time, until you eventually get the hint and take the damn thing off.

his hands are pawing at your breasts but he moves further down quickly. unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, he has you kick them off the rest of the way.

not fully expecting to get to this point today, but happy to do so nonetheless you apologize for the pink cotton panties you are wearing. they have a little bow at the center and stiles is practically drooling at it.

he slowly pulls them off, reveling at the slick that sticks to the fabric. slightly nervous, your head is facing the ceiling as his breath fans across your center. he makes sure you aren't paying attention before he pockets the underwear- for, later purposes.

stiles specialize in kitten licks to your clit that have you squirming and gripping the sheets for dear life. you don't want to grind into his face but it seems like he wants that with the feathery touches.

but he's in one of those moods to prolong things. take his time. what a sap.

you let him continue his motions for a few more minutes. he adds a finger, pumping in and out at a steady rhythm. but it's not enough. you need more.

so, as gently as you can, you push him away from your core.

whats wrong? are you okay?

you answer him with a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. you hands travel down to palm him through his pants. which is completely unfair, why is he not naked?

you begin unbuttoning his pants before just telling him to take the jeans off himself.

he's quick to respond, tugging them off and throwing them behind him. then he completes the job by doing the same with his boxers.

you look at him for a moment, taking him in with all his glory. his swollen lips, chest panting up and down, and his dick, head coated in pre-cum.

you both lock eyes and go for it, teeth practically gnashing together at the speed with which you throw yourselves to each other. you have one hand snaking down to start rubbing him, and he pulls away once again. breathing heavy with eyelids practically closed. he whimpers and pleads for more. just a little bit more.

so you push him onto his back, straddling his hips, quick to line him up and sink yourself onto him. he moans on impact, so loud that if his dad were home, you both would have been fucked.

he doesn't hesitate to start bucking up into you, barely giving you the chance to sink up and down at your own pace. its a play for power as he moves his fingers down to circle around your clit, finally pressing firmly enough. he speeds up his motions and it has you falling onto his chest.

stiles smiles at this, happy to have won this fight. he flips you onto your back before pistoning into you at an almost relentless pace. you both are groaning in each other's ears and in no time, he has you seeing stars. once he feels you tighten around him, he pulls out at record speed, spilling onto your lower stomach, if he had waited a second longer, he would have done it inside of you, and you would have murdered him.

he collapses beside you, taking a few moments before getting up to get a towel and some clothes.

he comes back to clean up, but there's still something on his mind- did you mean it?

you don't catch on, still in a blissful haze, so he tries again- do you actually think I'm pretty?

you laugh a little through your words- oh my god stiles, are you serious? i just let you fuck the daylights out of me and you don't think i think your pretty?

yeah, sorry. it's stupid-

no, stiles it's not stupid- its just, i don't know a better way to say this other than saying that of course your pretty because i wouldn't fuck someone who wasn't pretty.

and that, oddly enough, has his ego soaring to the skies. because, yeah, he is pretty and he gets to have sex with you anytime he wants. well, as long as you also want to have sex at that point.

A/N: I wanted to keep his personality still a little goofy and awkward- so i hope it worked lol :)

[sorcerous-caress]

Heyyy!! Could I request the companions taking care of a new baby + a toddler while their partner recovers?

Taking care of the kids while you recover

[Fluff, marriage, raising kids, nb!reader]

[Astarion, Wyll, Gale]

I'm not feeling the best rn so I did just three, i hope you enjoy anon.

Astarion

Seeing that this is your second baby together, he feels less out of his element now. He is more confident in his ability to care for this little bundle of joy with pointy ears cradled in his arms.

He almost doesn't recognise his own self these days. When did his sharp edges grow so soft? When did he become so tender, and when did his eyes become so round and happy?

When you proposed to him that day in the underdark, when you presented him with a modest ring that made him go speechless. He has seen many more glamorous ones, much more expensive ones, but somehow, this simple band with the most precious gem completely took his breath away.

That's how he ended here on this cozy couch with a silver haired toddler running around enthusiastically. Astarion calls them over to gently wipe some crumbs from their face, looking at their innocent adoring eyes.

They had your eyes, he couldn't help but squeeze their adorable cheeks and give them a kiss on the forehead like any dotting father would.

Him, a doting parent? That idea would've made him choke with laughter some years ago.

The ring glimers on his finger as he holds the newborn baby closer to his chest, humming a soothing melody in elvish for his second child. The first stared at him from the side with a pout.

His child was so obvious with their emotions that Astarion couldn't help but chuckle, "Jealously isn't a good look darling, come here." With that, he had another kid cuddling up to him and demanding a lullaby too.

Astarion obliged, relieved that his presence seemed enough for his children at the moment while you were recovering. Part of him was anxious about what if they only wanted you? What if they weren't as attached to him as he thought?

He was never happier to be proven wrong in his life.

Wyll

The sun shines brightly through the thin white curtains in the kitchen. Wyll is mixing together a baby formula on the counter, measuring the right amount on the spoon as he scoops away the extra powder from the top.

Adding the powder into the baby bottle, he gently shakes the warm bottle. The sound of light footsteps approach him in a failed attempt of stealth as a toy wooden sword is pressed against the back of his legs.

"Surrender!" A high voice calls from behind him, his very own kid with determination in their eyes as they press the dull edge of the sword more against Wyll's pants.

"Oh noble hero, may I know what crime am i being accused of before I surrender?" Wyll plays along, a smile painting his lips.

"The crime of!!" His child starts with confidence, "of...." trailing into uncertainty as their grip on the sword falters.

Wyll is patient as he lets them have the time to gather their thought. cleaning and wiping the counter down.

"Of not giving me food!"

"Didn't you just eat your breakfast after stealing my breakfast?" Wyll scooped up his child up in his arm, holding him with one hand while carrying the bottle with the other. His kid kicked their feet in the air as they dropped the wooden sword.

"But dad!! That was hours ago, I'm hungry."

"I clearly recall it being minutes ago."

Moving to the living room where his youngest laid peacefully sleeping in their small rocking bed, Wyll let go of his hold just as he sat on the couch.

Climbing into his lap, the most adorable brown puppy eyes looked up at him. "I want pancakes please" stretching on the end of the word, his kid whined.

With a defeated smile, Wyll agreed to it. Knowing you'd scold him for spoiling the kids too much if you were here right now, still he was weak against them. Somehow, his own kids were more persuasive than any devil this warlock has ever encountered before.

Gale

"There you go, all dry and clean" he said as he started to put on the baby bear onesie back on the giggling infant in front of him, their small hands gripping on Gale's beard with surprising strength as he zipped them up.

Yet the discomfort barely mattered to the wizard, he happily let them play with his face as he admired how adorable they looked in the fluffy animal custom. Smiling and giving their belly a soft kiss to make them laugh even louder.

The loud crash from outside the room barely phased him either as he kept coddling the infant, calling them endearing names and cradling them in his arms. "Papa's here, no need to fret."

"MR.DEKARIOS!" Tara's screech followed shortly after, "your presence is required immediately!"

Still too busy entranced by how adorable his child was, Gale took slow steps out of the room, contouring harmless light tricks to impress his youngest.

The sight that met him was one that would've probably given his younger self a heart attack no doubt, the countless torn pages of books thrown around the floor, the spilled ink and the crumbled magical scrolls.

But as the years went by, he found himself mellowing out much more. Very few things phased him by now, especially with how ironic life tended to be. The fates must be snickering right now. to give him a kid with wild magic in their veins, brimming with sorcery from such a young age.

You usually kept them in line, Gale was too guilty of being an enbaler as you've put it. It's not his fault he thought his kid was the coolest person in all the realms.

"Books are for losers!" Ah, there they stood, his own flesh and blood. Amidst the chaos of papers and magic, a potted plant.

A talking potted plant.

"Did your magic surge again?" Gale could only feel amusement as he leaned down to pick up his child, making sure to hold it far away from his other child so they don't nibble on the leaves of their sibling.

It seemed like both his cat and his child prefered to continue their argument. "Why, I have never heard such nonsense before! Mr.Dekarios, would you please get your spawn in line." Tara, his beloved elegant tressym, was flying around him in an attempt to smack the plant with her soft paws.

With a giggling wobbling infant on his right arm and a potted plant polymorphed kid on his left, Gale effortlessly casted the necessary incantations to reverse the polymorph while avoiding Tara's claws.

A poof of sparkling light filled the room as a full toddler replaced the potted plant, Tara blinded by the light, crashed into them and they all stumbled down onto stacks of torn papers.

The three of them buried under the pile, only the fluffy bear onsie wearing emerged unharmed on top.

[multifariousqueer]

Hey idk if your request are still open but here goes nothing- I deadass need some smut rn with like mean dom miles morales (earth 1610) if that makes you comfortable, if not thanks for responding anyways :)

Thank you!! ★

Ofc babes! Tumblr is on my nuts rn with smut but I got you babes

A/n: I highkey don’t see Miles being a mean Dom unless he’s angry but if you need it, imma supply it

Warnings: $mut obvi, light sp@nking, praise and degradation, nicknames,Implied consent, light ch0king, miles being mean, teasing, d1ck sucking, br33d1n6, lmk if I missed some

It was another long night for Miles; this Dalmatian guy was harder to catch than he thought and now he is pissed because he got jumped by some spider people who he though were good but they ended up nearly killing him. He is moreso pissed that Gwen betrayed him for people she barely knew. In Miles’ mind, everyone was against him and hated him so he got even more mad.

He opened the window to your apartment and kicked stuff around while ripping his suit and his web shooters off. “Fucking, Gwen. Man fuck these spider-people fr. None of them are good guys” Miles cursed as he was taking his stuff off

“Miles?” you questioned

“What, y/n? This shit better be good.” Miles replied

“Que paso, amor?” you questioned as you slipped a hand on his back that he quickly shrugged off

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. I just got my ass kicked by people that looked just like me but thanks for asking” Miles said sarcastically

“I-I’m sorry, Miles? Is there anything I could do for you?” You asked

“Yeah, get on your knees.” he said

“what?” you questioned

“Did you suddenly become deaf in the past 30 seconds I’ve been speaking to you?” Miles said

“...miles, I-“ you said

“You asked if you could do anything for me, right?” Miles said

“yeah but-“ you started

“what’s the problem? I fucking ask you to do something useful for once in your life but you can’t even do that?” Miles shouted

“I-I’m sorry” you said, getting on your knees

“Man matter of fact, take that shit off” Miles said with a slight grimace on his face

You did as you were told and he grabbed your head and pushed it down on him. Your eyes teared up as your throat adjusted to his sheer size. He grabbed your hair in a high pony tail as he fucked your throat. His rapid movements and grunts soon became sloppy as he released into your mouth with a loud groan.

You looked up at him as he panted and collected himself, you showed him the cum on your tongue:

“swallow it, mami"

You did as you were told and smiled at him:

“are you satisfied baby?” you cooed

“nah, not really” he said

Puzzled, you gave him a confused look before he picked you up and placed you on the mattress. Your ass facing him as you were on all fours. You craved this moment of when he would finally lay a finger on(or in) you and satisfy your leaking holes; however, Miles had slightly more sinister plans.

“Baby, what’s going on?” you asked

“You’ll see, mama.” he said

Suddenly, you felt his head trace up and down your slit; starting from your clit and ending where you needed him the most. You let out little whimpers while he was doing this and he teased your hole by pushing the tip in and rubbing small circles around your clit.

“Miles please, I need you” you breathed

“Mmmm I need this hole but you don’t see me complaining” Miles chuckled, even in the most intimate of times, he still managed to crack a few jokes

You would’ve enjoyed his quip had it not been for the fact that you were so incredibly needy for him. You felt yourself drip again as tears stung your waterline and your body began to tremble in desperation.

“Shit you’re soaking. You wanna cum? You want me to touch you? Say it Mami, tell Papi what you want him to do to your needy cunt” Miles taunted against your ear. Miles landed a harsh smack to your ass before palming it. Miles was usually bold in the bedroom but never like this

“Ummm I-I need you to fuck me, please.” you said sheepishly

“Speak up, princesa” Miles smirked

“Fuck my needy holes please Papi. I need your cum in me so bad, fuck me like the slut I am for you” you confessed, hanging your head in shame

That was all you had to say. Miles pushed himself deep within your walls which earned a yelp from you due to the sudden feeling of pleasure mixed with pain. His hips snapping at an impossible speed as the room filled with sounds of your escapade were enough to make you nearly pass out. Fortunately, Miles snaked a hand around your waist to support you(and to feel himself inside of you) as he continued snapping his hips. Your vision became clouded as you felt all of your senses fade away one by one as you approached your high, it seemed no one else existed besides you two as he whispered sweet nothings to you:

“Mmmmm you’re so good Fuck I wanna cum inside of you so bad, mami. You’re so fucking tight, so soft, I can’t take it, aghh” Miles started before his movements suddenly stilled and you felt his hot cum paint your walls. Before you knew it, your high had come crashing down on you, rendering you practically dead weight as you collapsed with moans and cries

“Mmmmm Miles” you moaned after your high

As you went to lay next to your man, he picked you up so you were straddling him and he sat you at the end of your shared bed.

“I aint done yet, ma"

You attempted to mentally prepare yourself but it was too late as Miles was already picking you up and putting you down on his cock. His hips bucking into you as you watched him use your body like a toy until he was finally satisfied.

[diorsluv]

feather , part 29

“ i’m so sorry for your loss ”

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next chapter notes ) guys.. I KNOW I’VE BEEN INACTIVE but i’m really trying i promise

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot @absolutelyhugh3s @jackquinnswife @freds-slut @love4ldr @blueeyedbesson @43hughes @v1olentdelights @dancerbailey3 @random-human02 @ho3forfakeguys@loveforaugust@cstads-blog

[norman-fucking-reedus]

omg since your requests are open,,, idk but imagining a female reader fucking herself infront of Daryl while he is chained to chair drives me insane to think about.. like reader's feet are on his knees and daryl feels her every movement but dang he can't do anything and the reader is a bit dominant.. i'd love if you wrote smth like this. im obsessed with ur writing!!

Anon lets make out rn cause ive had this idea for a while ESPECIALLY based off this picture??? Like hello??

I changed it up a little since i got the hottest idea in the middle of writing so I hope it makes you kick your feet in the way the way I did while writing this 😽 (I SAW UR OTHER REQUEST TOO BABE YK I GOTCHU 🫶🏾)

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“Dammit girl! Untie me” Daryl thrashed in the wobbly chair, growling from where it sat at the edge of the bed in front of you. You simply watched him struggle in the tight ropes, becoming redder by the second. “I like you tied up. Even more when you’re my personal chair” You ran a hand across his lap and winked.

Daryl grunted when you straddled him, hands pulling at their restraints. You could feel his bulge growing as you slowly ground your hips down, a strained groan coming from him. You cupped his chin and placed a few soft kisses on his lips, moving to his neck and back up to his lips, only pulling away from him. “Tha hell ya doin’ ta me?” Daryl watched as you opened the dresser drawer and tossed two objects on the bed, sitting down next to them.

You couldn’t hold back the wicked smile that fought onto your face as you stood up and removed each article of clothing, tauntingly slowly.

Daryl’s watched you, closely, breathing picking up as you slid your pants down, and moved to undo your bra. He watched as you teased the hem of your undies, sitting down in front of him again.

His cheeks heated up when you kicked a leg up, ankle resting on his shoulder as you spread yourself, running a finger down your slit through your panties. Daryl watched, hands fidgeting with rope as he became uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He wanted to touch you, feel all over your body and maybe inside.

You continued massaging yourself until the fabric was soaked, and Daryl’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat was present on his whole body. Suddenly all his clothes didn’t fit right.

He could do nothing but watch as you pushed your underwear to the side, erotically spreading your pussy lips before reaching to grab one of the objects. It was a long, white vibrator you had “found” at the start, but really you just stole it from the sex shop when everything went to shit. It roared to life in your hands, and you leaned forward to press it onto Daryl’s bulge, soaking in the way he threw his head back and his body jerked.

You kept it there only for a minute, leaning back and bringing it down to your cunt, massaging between your folds and moaning when it reached your clit, holding it in place as you brought your fingers to your entrance, easily slipping in.

The scene was something out of a porno, and Daryl swore his mouth was beginning to water as he just watched you. The way he could feel the strong vibrations travel through your leg, the way he could see your fingers curling and scissoring open, he was starting to get desperately needy.

As you neared your orgasm, you pulled completely away from yourself, chest heaving as you came down, eyes meeting Daryl’s. His pupils had been blown so wide, you weren’t even sure there was color anymore. “Enjoying my show?” You whispered, pulling your leg off his shoulder as you moved to stand over him, bending over the bed so that he had a clear view of your backside. “J’st let me touch ya, doll. Why ya gotta torture me?” He rasped, eyes roaming as he took in the sight of your ass right in front of his face, so close yet so far.

Daryl was impossibly hard in his pants, the scratchy fabric sending lightning through his body whenever he accidentally bumped his tip against it. He was so needy it was starting to hurt, even more when the clear dildo you were bringing to your folds came into view.

You rubbed the silicone up and down against yourself, grinding when you brought it to your clit. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on you as his hands tugged and pulled at the binding ropes, but he had taught you how to tie some real good knots. He could do nothing but pitifully whine as he watched the dildo slowly slide into you, the clearness giving him a whole different show.

He could see the way your pussy stretched around the toy, working it in and out slowly, soft moans coming from you as you did. His cock throbbed as his eyes never left your cunt, wishing that instead of that dildo you would use him like a dildo, riding his sensitive cock for as long as you wanted, fuck he just badly wants to be inside of you.

As if reading his mind, you flipped yourself around so that you could face him, pulling the dildo out as you looked at him, eyes drinking up the messy state he was in. His face was so red, sweat rolling down his forehead as you could tell he was just so hard in his pants. Daryl’s fidgety hands had started to rub his wrists raw against the rope, the pain only adding to his boner. He looked a pure fucking mess. You swelled with pride at that.

Your hands began undoing his pants, pulling them only half down to his knees. For a split second, Daryl thought you were finally going to touch him, even if all you did was grab him through his underwear he just needed to be touched. Instead, he watched as you added some spit to the bottom of your didlo, and suctioned it right onto his muscled thigh, giggling to yourself like a psycho as you straddled it, purposely grinding your dripping cunt on his leg as his wide eyes stared into yours.

You cupped his sweaty face in your hands, wiping it as you just held his face and stared beyond his eyes and down into his soul. He could feel you sink down onto the toy, and watched as your gaze darkened and your eyelids lowered. “You’ve been such a good boy for me Dar. Watching and staying mostly silently. Can you be even better for me and cum without me having to touch your cock?” He desperately shook his head no, traitorous tears pricked his eyes as your pace increased. “Can’t- Need ya- Need ya ta touch m’cock, please mommy I need it so bad” He babbled and you cooed, giving him a warm kiss that he completely melted into.

He always begged so sweetly, and it went straight to your full cunt, however, you had to force yourself not to give in, not when you had already got this far, Your hands moved to grip his shoulders, lifting yourself up and down at a rough velocity, the sound of your ass slapping down on his thigh filled the room and Daryl’s head, his eyes flickered between your face and the way you rode his thigh.

You reached behind you and patted around until you found the vibrator, bringing it to life and pressing it against your clit, the one hand you had still on your boyfriend’s shoulder curled into the flesh, lewd moans pulling from your chest. Daryl felt himself getting dizzy watching you, hair sticking to his forehead and cold pain shooting from his raw wrists. It was so hot, too hot. His vision was beginning to blur, heart pounding so hard he felt like it would come out his chest. His body trembled and he threw his head back when you very lightly pressed the vibrator to his clothed cock, adding fuel to his orgasm as it pumped through his entire fucking soul, tears finally rolling down his cheeks as his cock pulsed itself empty, soaking erotically through the fabric. The toy turned off, and you slowed your hips, watching the way Daryl’s body went limp.

“Very good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to see, handsome” Your voice was like candy as you whispered in his ear, sighing as you lifted yourself off the dildo with a wet pop, moving to cut Daryl’s hands free as you fully straddled his lap, feeling his release on your puffy pussy. His shaky hands immediately went to your hips, waist, thighs, holy hell your skin felt so good. His poor wrists were red and raw, a small amount of blood forming. “We’re gonna wrap your wrists up. Think your little friend will wanna join us?” You whispered against his lips, pressed down on his soft cock, feeling the cooling cum ooze out from underneath, sticking to your cunt. “If yer talkin’ about m’cock hell yea. Get tha’ fuckin’ dildo off me” He grunted and you realized his legs were also still bound together. You giggled, popping the suction cup off his thigh and stretching to cut the ropes off his ankles.

You moved off his lap so he could finally stand and stretch, kicking his pants completely off and his soiled underwear, which revealed how his cock was dripping in his own release. You were almost on him immediately, falling down onto your knees in front of him. “Your wrists are gonna have to wait a minute”

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I need to fuck his fucking soul into my body NOW 😾

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[ohbo-ohno]

Hi, I love your writing so so so so so much and it's like my goal in life to get as good as writing as you, but I was just wanting to ask if you would write a ghoap puppy play drabble but with a ftm reader, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable but I actually can't find any puppy play stuff with a ftm reader in it and I would literally worship the ground you walk on if you did (if you don't feel comfortable doing this please don't)

yknow i dont take requests but you're actually the sweetest person alive (and i want to write puppy play rn) so sure!!! tysm for such kind words <3 (also your goal should be to get 10x better than me but i love you anyway)

1.8k of ghoap x ftm!reader with puppy play :) words used for reader's genitalia are cunt, hole, and cock (also reader is called pretty once)

It's a struggle not to beg, but you're a good boy. You stay still on your knees, paws resting on the wood below you, and you focus all of your attention on staying good.

Johnny's not good. Johnny's never a good boy, and usually that's a blessing for you, but right now it's a curse.

A whine slips from your lips, unintentional but loud. You lick your lips, swallow, and try to settle. Still, you've drawn Ghost's attention.

His hand stills in the air and he cocks an eyebrow. "Need somethin', pup?"

You lick your lips beneath the wire muzzle, shake your head. You don't need anything, you only want his hands on you. Simon's the only one who decides what you want.

He lands another smack against Johnny's bared ass, and the other pup wriggles on his lap, eyes screwed up - in pain or pleasure, you can't tell.

"Look'it him," Ghost rumbles, grabbing Johnny by the mohawk and forcing him to look at where you're knelt several feet away. "He's gotta wait for his turn because you can't remember how to be good. That seem fair?" He shakes Johnny's head for him, and you catch him smirk when Johnny whines. "You'd be barkin' and howlin' like I'd fuckin' shot you if your positions were reversed, but he's sitting there, nice and pretty."

You shift on your knees, padded hands tapping the floor in an effort to expel any of your energy. You pant with your mouth wide open, keep your eyes locked on Ghost, trying to ignore the clenching of your hole on nothing but air.

"Poor puppy," Ghost coos, voice edging into that part-affectionate part-condescending tone that makes you drip. "Having to watch me punish Johnny, when you should be getting all my attention. Is not fair, is it?"

That's a trick question, you know it. Anything Simon decides is fair, that's how this works, and you know intuitively that there's no right answer.

You whine, then yip, leaning forward a bit.

He laughs, letting go of Johnny's head and delivering another blow, this one making Johnny wail from behind his own muzzle.

"Little longer, pup," Ghost calls over Johnny's cries, every smack nearly as loud. "Just keep bein' good for me."

You can't help your noises as you watch Johnny's punishment, but you don't move. Your hips rock against the air, but you don't try and push your paws against your cock, don't try and get yourself off without permission.

You're good, you're a good boy. Ghost said so.

You try to keep your breathing even, try to keep yourself away from that cliff-edge of desperation that can get you in trouble, but it's almost impossible with the show you're watching

Johnny's face is red, streaked with tears as he takes his punishment. His thighs and ass are the same shade of red, and the cock hanging between Ghost's spread knees matches too. He's kept hard by the black cock ring at his base, but you know he doesn't need it. His feet kick and push at the couch cushions to no avail, his mitted hands punching and pushing at the arm of the couch.

He's more muted than you, his muzzle a thick leather instead of wire, but you can still hear the way he cries. Johnny's always been loud, and he's not shy about voicing his displeasure.

Eventually, Simon begins to slow his strokes, the sound of his slaps becoming quieter and the time between each one lengthening. Johnny's cries quiet to sniffles, and you shift forward even more, knowing what's coming.

You just barely manage to hold back a whine.

"See?" Ghost rumbles, stroking up and down Johnny's sweat-slick back. "You're alright, hush now. You bring it on yourself, Johnny. Wouldn't need a punishment if you could behave more than five minutes."

His eyes shift up to yours, and you can't bite back the whine this time. Ghost smiles at you as he shifts Johnny from his lap to the floor.

"Nothing like you, huh pup?" He raises a hand, motions you forward, and you're quick to crawl to him. You shove your head into his hand, melting into the scratches through your hair. Soap stays hunched on the floor next to you, head resting on Ghost's knee as he catches your breath.

"Yeah, you're my well-behaved puppy. Nothing like the mutt, hm?" You lean further into his hand, smiling when he chuckles and gives you the pets you desperately want. "My well trained pure-bred, hm? Maybe I should enter you in shows, let everyone see how perfect you are."

Johnny whines from next to you, digging his face further into Ghost's knee. Simon scoffs, but pets him too.

"Nah, couldn't do that with you, mutt. You'd embarrass me just for the punishment." His words are mean but Ghost's tone is soft, and Johnny's eyes nearly roll back in his head at the soft scratches to his scalp. "But you'd be jealous if he got all the attention, wouldn't you?" Ghost sighs, then uses his hands to push the both of you in so your muzzled cheeks are pressed together. "Guess I'll have to keep you all for myself."

Despite your own arousal, it's not too difficult for you to sit and wait while Ghost coaxes Johnny out of his punishment-headspace. It's nice to float in the softness, so rare with the three of you, and you're content with Ghost's hand on your head.

Eventually, he moves away.

"Alright, you want your treat, pup?"

You blink hazy eyes open, shifting to try and follow his hand with a whine. He smiles at you, and grabs you by the nape of the neck to guide you more fully between his legs.

"C'mon, don't you want a reward for bein' a good boy? I think Johnny deserves one too, for takin' his punishment so well."

Soap is quicker to perk up than you, quickly crawling so he's behind you. Realizing what's going on, you sit up more fully on your knees and brace your paws on Ghost's thighs, looking up at him and smiling.

"Pretty thing," he coos. "Don't worry, you'll get to come. Johnny." He snaps, the sound loud right next to your ear. "Go on. Mount him."

Johnny doesn't have the self-control to give you time to adjust, or to go slowly. One minute you're empty and aching, the next you're stuffed to the brim and stretched wide around Johnny's cock.

You both moan, and you feel the leather of his muzzle bump against your naked shoulder. You melt into the space between Ghost's thighs, eye-level with his cock tugged out of his pants as Johnny fucks you without giving you any time to adjust.

You whine loudly, eyes screwing shut at the near painful drag of his cock in and out of your hole. It's good to be filled, satisfying an ache that you've been fighting for what feels like hours, but your body can't help but fight the intrusion, pushing you further up on your knees and making you look up at Ghost for comfort.

He only smirks and pets a hand through your hair as Johnny snarls at your attempt to get away, paws landing on your shoulders and pushing you down into his ruthless thrusts. He snarls at your yelp, wide even behind the muzzle.

"You're alright," Ghost says, hand guiding your head to rest on his inner thighs. "We both know you like it rough, pup, be a good boy and let Johnny give you what you need."

He's right, Ghost is always right, and it doesn't take long for the sharp stretch to turn to pleasure, for the heavy drag of Johnny's cock in and out of you to leave you moaning instead of whining.

You pant with an open mouth, tongue lolling out to rest on your tongue as you try and breathe through the fucking, brain scrambled. Johnny's just as loud behind you, snarls and grunts and moans slipping through the leather as he bullies himself inside of you.

"There ya go, good boy," Ghost rumbles, giving you a solid pat. "Both of you, my two good boys. You're fuckin' him so good, Johnny, giving him such a good treat."

You work your hips against Johnny, pushing back in search for more pleasure, and whine high in your throat when it's still not enough.

"Y'need more, puppy?" Ghost asks, and you nod yes as vigorously as you can with your whole body being rocked in place.

"Here," he grunts as he shifts, moving one leg between your thighs and pressing his boot against your cock. You melt at the sensation, shoving yourself up and grinding against the strings. Your cries are almost deafening as Johnny's thrusts don't falter, the combination of stimulation heavenly.

"Go on, get yourself off. You've earned it."

You don't last long after that. You work your hips against his boot, the texture rough but perfect against your slick and swollen cock, sensitive hole still pounded mercilessly by Johnny. You feel insane with pleasure, eyes rolled back in your head and drool slipping endlessly down your chin as you let yourself drown in in.

You clench hard around Johnny when you finally come, cunt clenching him and milking him for all he's worth. He howls from behind his muzzle, pressing his face along your neck. You know if his mouth was free he'd be marking you, sucking bruises into your skin and covering you in his spit. You almost whine at the lack of it.

But you're far too drenched in your own euphoria to miss anything, really, your only focus on pushing yourself to higher heights of pleasure.

You float down, eventually, but you're immediately thrown into overstimulation as Johnny's pace continues exactly as it was. He continues to pound into your mercilessly, the sound of your slick shameful in the quiet room.

You paw in a panic at Ghost's thighs, looking up at him with wide eyes as you press closer to try and get away from the cock rearranging your insides. He only smirks and presses his boot up, the pressure against your cock so soon after an orgasm absolute torture.

"Let Johnny have his treat now," he scolds lightly, giving you a slight tap to your cheek that has you trying to nuzzle yourself into the crease between his thighs and hip. "Maybe he'll manage to get off, even with that pretty ring on his cock. Let's let him try, hm?"

You look up at him with vision blurred by tears, whining as you balance the sharp edge of pleasure-pain from Johnny's minstrations.

Ghost only smirks, petting you again. "Hang tight, pup. Be a good boy for me, let our other boy have his fun."

You whine, and bury your face next to his cock, trying to breathe evenly as Johnny only drives himself more and more insane inside your cunt.

[stormberry-12]

Hellooo how are you this fine evening..

I wanted the ask if you could make one for jj where he does something that upsets the reader and she’s crying and sad and jj gets the silent treatment the whole week but he starts to cry hard and beg for her to talk to him and reader can’t help but comfort and hug him and give him all the love that she has and jj is all pouty and sad in the end

It’s fine if not <3 :)

didn't mean to ~ jj maybank x reader

pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Fem!Reader

warnings: language, angst, arguing, silent treatment.

notes: thxs for the request! Sorry I haven't posted in forever guys, im doing final exams at school rn and stuff. Also, sorry this is so short. But anyway, I loved this concept and also hated the way they solved JJ and Kie's fight in Season 3 so I tried to recreate it here with a better ending. Sorry, this took so long lol, much love!

"I mean, it would all blow up anyway. You know? Like... Look at you. You got your new threads on!" JJ exclaimed. "Look at me. What do I got? This? This piece of shit?" He threw something out of frustration, panting. You looked back at his run-down house, the eviction notice nailed to the front door with bright yellow police tape crossing over it.

"Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway. shit, I don't even got parents right now. Why would you care? Why would you care? I'm just some loser that..."

"JJ..."

"You don't care. No, you don't!"

"I do care!" you shouted, getting frustrated with his attitude.

"No, you got parents that live in Figure Eight, you know?"

"That's not my fault."

"That's your future." he countered walking towards the water, hand running through his hair in frustration.

"Look, if you need us, we're gonna help you. I'm... I'll help."

"No- It's that right there! Okay? Like... It's so easy for you to say that." he whirled around to face you, yelling, "You know why? Because you're a Kook. You're a Kook, Y/n!"

"Yeah... I'm a Kook. I was such a Kook when I was living in a cave with you for a month! Soaking in the Kook life!"

"That's not what I'm talking about. GOD!" he exclaimed, reaching for his bike, he swung his leg over the seat.

"Jayj, don't leave." you pleaded, the engine of his bike revved and he started to drive away,

"JJ, WHAT THE HELL?" You screamed after him, tears rolling down your face, "MAYBANK!"

You were pissed the fuck off.

The first day after your fight you hadn't seen JJ, you cried for a couple hours, indulging in your favorite ice cream watching a sad rom-com, really getting in your feels.

Kie texted you to ask you what was up, the pogues had gone fishing that day but you never showed, to angry and sad to show your face to the world.

'Ask the blond kid,' was all you responded. you watched as her three typing bubbles flashed beneath your text.

'shit head's not here either,' she responded. 'wtf is going on,'

'fight. he called me a kook.'

'oh shit,' was all she said.

A few days later you walked around the chateau and dug through John B's fridge, you were fully aware of JJ's presence on the couch but still continued to ignore him. It was closing in on a week since you had last uttered a word to him.

Grabbing a chilled beer you walked past JJ and to the front door.

"Y/n," he said, voice cracking.

It wasn't the first time JJ had tried to talk to you this week and once again you ignored him. You slipped your shoes on and walked out onto the porch, slamming the door behind you. You flinched at how harsh it was but brushed the feeling away as you took a sip of your drink.

You sat at the edge of JJ's hot tub, the disco lights twinkled in the water, and the beer started to make you feel nauseous. You set it down and let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that made the colorful lights spur in all different directions.

'Oh stop it Y/n' you told yourself, you would not cry anymore over this boy, if he didn't want to date a 'kook' that was his problem.

A long time must have passed, you had slid down fully into the hot tub finishing off your drink and basking in your own thoughts. The sun had set and the tides changed across the water.

"Go!" You heard someone on the deck grunt, you looked up to see John B pushing JJ out the door towards you locking him outside. JJ made his way down the stairs awkwardly and stood at the edge of the hot tub across from you, not getting in like he was looking for your permission.

"What do you want Maybank?" you asked quietly.

"I-uh," he sniffled and you focused closer in the dim light to see tears streaming down his face. "I made you a bracelet,"

He mumbled in the softest voice that made your heart clench and reached out to hand it to you. You looked at it closely, intricate little hearts knotted into the design, made with your favorite colors. And of course, the sea blue strings that you had told him reminded you of his eyes countless times. You didn't know what to say. Until you heard the soft sobbing coming from his lips, he thought you didn't like it.

"No, JJ..." you cooed, wrapping the bracelet around your wrist and tieing it in a crisp knot. You slid yourself through the water and stood in front of him taking in his state. He looked at you with pleading eyes and you wrapped your arms around him. He collapsed into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his touch and lifted a hand to stroke his hair. God you loved this boy so much.

"I-i'm sorry," he cried, "I called you a kook, I'm such a dick, It's all my fault..."

"No, Jayj-" you whispered.

"Yes,"

"No, I am in the wrong too, shouldn't have ignored you like that," you whispered.

"But I called you a kook," he said again.

"And then I was acting like one, it was wrong,"

You stood there in silence hugging each other, you you feel his breathing slow and he recovered to look up at you.

"Please forgive me," he said.

"Always, as long as you forgive me," he nodded frantically at you causing you to giggle.

"Thank god that's over," you heard Pope say in the distance.

"Yeah, pass me one of those?" Kie said, taking a beer out of the cooler, the rest of the pogues walking toward the hot tub.

You all settle down in the warm water, JJ snuggling into your side, looking at your bracelet sweetly for the rest of the night. You kissed the top of his head, knowing what ever happed in the future you could always get through it with him.

[stardew-shitposterino]

The Bachelors and how they’d react if you asked them to start a family

Same old same old. This post is inspired by @babiebom 's post about the bachelor/ettes and how many kids they’d have :3 I’m not really a person who is too keen on children and being a housewife, but I can’t deny that the thought of a picture perfect family does warm my heart, girlies. Enjoy 💅🏻🍼

Some answers are gender specific. I hope to anyone playing the game as a same sex couple that you can look past that 🙏🏻

Sam:

-he’d be boots the house down in total shock

-don’t get it twisted, he is ecstatic, but damn he didn’t expect it to be this soon

-of course he is excited about every life stage of his potential little ones, but he can’t wait to have someone he can teach how to skate

-„really? A-and you’re not joking or anything? RAD!“

-maybe he is a bit too excited as he‘s definitely ripping his pants off his body as soon as the message sunk in

-„Oh you didn’t mean we should start it right now? Sorry my bad 😅“

Sebastian:

-he is happy but can’t really show it

-anxiety is kicking hard rn

-it’s not that he doesn’t want this, but he has so many worries, after all he had lived through himself

-he definitely needs some time to think about this

-„Y/N, I’d really love to have this with you one day, but please give me time to adjust to this. It’s a lot for me to process.“

-he will eventually open up about it and you agree on not rushing things. If you’re an opposite sex couple, you agree on starting a family once you’re pregnant. No planning, just living and if it happens, it happens (it probably happened after like 2 months after you had the talk lol)

Elliott:

-„Heavens, Love! What wonderful news. I’ve been waiting for this moment. This will be the start of our legacy!“ (excuse me bruuuhh this is how I imagine him talk lol)

-he had heart-shaped eyes if you haven’t noticed

-as much as he loves the romance and allure of being a childless couple with a world to their feet, he can’t kick the idea of being a wholesome dad raising a curious child with his wonderful partner

-he emphasises on not rushing things as he doesn’t want you to feel pressure. He knows how stressful your job is so he doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed though you proposed that idea first

-you can bet your ass you went to bed after that talk 👀 WHO SAID THAT 🤨

Harvey:

-he is a blushy mess thank you and amen

-he‘s so anxious but also so excited

-no way you actually proposed this to him. He actually accepted his fate as a childless bachelor

-but here he is, finally getting the happy little family he always wanted

-but it isn’t smooth sailing with him, oh no. You can bet your ass he has to calculate everything through before he feels comfortable enough starting to bring this wish to reality

-you know, you earn a shit ton of money but he is anxious ok. He needs to KNOW the child won’t end up homeless with nothing to wear once it’s here

-“Oh this is all so new and, I-I don’t even know how to say it without it sounding wrong. I just can’t grasp that this is happening. Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming”

-you didn’t sleep with each other that day but a make-out sess was in it. A wholesome one to say the least. This man is wholesome in my books 📕

Shane:

-the only thing missing here is that he fainted and fell to the floor after you popped the question

-say WHAT NOW?!

-no way. He probably heard it wrong. You didn’t just ask HIM to have YOUR children… no wait the other way around. This is what that question did to his brain lol

-or generally having kids together. He isn’t opposed to adopting because he fears the kids will inherit his messed up brain so taking in kids that are in need of a nice, welcoming home doesn’t sound bad either

-but no wait wait back to the topic; he’s a MESS

-he always wanted children and a family in general, the very boring ass white picket fence fantasy is what he longed for but kind of accepted that it’s something he cannot have. Well guess what…HE CAN

-“wait…did you- and you mean with me? Or is there someone else I should know about? Ok sorry bad joke. But you mean it?! Really? A little sibling for Jas🥹”

-just know this burly man started crying a river of joy tears. But once the tears dried and it kicked in 👀

-“ok if we want this to work out we gotta get to business 😎”

Alex:

-like Shane, he waited for this moment

-just he isn’t anxious like some of the others, he straight up jumps for joy lol

-“BABE NO WAY! I’ve been waiting for this!”

-he is a happy crier tho. Expect him to cry a little but in a good way

-but also expect him to propose the question of having a lot more kids in the future. He wants a football team of kids. But the amount is still negotiable of course (you gave him the “spouse stare” which made him go down a notch lol)

- he will babble about what gender the first kid might be, what he’d do with them depending on it and how he’d get them the smallest grid ball jerseys you’ll ever see because “LOOK THEY ARE SO TINY”

-like some of the others, he might be a bit too eager to start the baby project. Even if you can’t conceive yourself, he will live out that fantasy. You prepared yourself for this because it was very much predictable lol

[quitealotofsodapop]

Awh! Baby Yuebei loving dinos is everything to me!

Now I wanna see her family take her the dinosaur exhibit at a museum or science center or something. The science center near me has a whole exhibit for all things dinosaur related including fun interactive learning activities for little ones like fossil ecivission in rubber sand and life-size dinosaur animatronics in fake habitats we can walk through. I can't remember the rest rn, my favorite exhibit is the astronomy room! It's so dark in there, whole different vibe from all the others. But the whole building is like a science playground, the cubs(stoplight trio included, tho Redson is probably too much of a know-it-all to let himself enjoy it) would get a kick out of it. I can already imagine which exhibits some of them would enjoy.

-💜

yes! since Yuebei Xing as a character is tied to skulls and bones, I figured it would be cute that she'd have an interest in beings mostly know through their bones.

I know some larger museums have big sand pits to emulate excavations, like the one in New York. The zoo-aquarium in my granddads town has one of those walkable habitats too! The water/fake swamp was actually an aquarium for brackish water fish!

Now I'm loving the idea of Wukong letting the cubs go on a Museum Day to Megapolis, and ofc little kids love Natural History cus thats where the dinosaurs are! Tang pouts and wants to come along too - until Pigsy points out that he's a grown man that can pay his own ticket.

Wukong gets MK and Mei (and Redson since he's been pretty much adopted into the squad) to help bring the kids around to all the exhibits. When Wukong gets too tired to run around (especially cus of his condition), the Stoplight trio take over cub-wrangling duty while Wukong chills at the museum's cafe. Mei and MK treat it like a super-dangerous mission and try their best to engage in what's caught the cubs attentions. MK noticeably blanks in fear when he sees a model of Carboniferous bugs. Redson is a bit of smarty pants, but he's interested in the provided literature/the more obscure creatures on display. Tang is barely any help with babysitting since he gets as easily distracted as the cubs! XD

Yuebei is having the time of her life. Can't keep still for a moment - there's so many things to see and touch! And if there's an excavation pit - she's jumping straight in like a fox. No regards for her nice clothes, she's covered in sand and clay within seconds. Just absolutely feral over these bones.

Mei, pointing to a model: "Do you know what that is Yuebei?" Yuebei, holding a plush dino: "Ty-ranno-saur-us rex!" Mei: "Omg you're so good at this! What about that one?" Yuebei: "Pterro-dact-ill!" Mei: "Yup! Pterodactyl! It's a pretty cool dinosaur huh?" Yuebei, suddenly very serious: "Not dinosaur." Mei: "Huh?" Yuebei: "Not dinosaur." Red Son, reading a museum pamphlet: "She's correct. Pterosaurs are a different branch of archosaur separate from Dinosauria. It's like comparing snakes to lizards." Mei: "Omg! You're so smart, baby girl!" Yuebei: "Thank." (*smug "I know" face*)

If Macaque is around post S3, he helps out with wrangling the kids, but he'd quickly get over-stimulated by all the sights and sounds - so MK would take over for him so dear bama/baba can sit down with Wukong and de-stress. Wukong and Macaque might just wander off into the quiet art gallery if it's nearby (usually is in my experience) and poke fun at the historic art.

The Eclipse twins I feel are more into the astronomy side of the museum (hard not to since Space) and demand that they stay for a lecture on objects in the solar system. And if there's a planetarium - oh boy you know the cubs (and the grown-ups too) are gonna be entranced by the projections of all the stars and planets.

Wukong, pointing to a star: "Hey I know that guy! We fought one time!" Tang: "...what?" Wukong: (*pointing to Zeta Piscium*) "Wood Wolf of Legs; Revati." Tang, gasping: "The Yellow Robed Demon." Wukong: "Yeah!" Luzhen, in baby babble: "He's very far away." (*tries grabbing for the projection of the star*)

The gift shop is decimated. XD

[princessbrunette]

i missed your blog😭 school n life is kicking my ass but i fear your jayj dialogue + thoughts has me giddy rn

like stop it i just need him so gently hushing me from where he has me all spread out n pliant, slightly overstimulated from the 'prep' to take his cock dgsjkk .. soft!dom jj supremacy thank u - 🍓

it’s ok honestly i feel that trust me !!!!! just glad you’re here hehe ♡

omg he’d be so softtttt !! :( he’s had you cum twice around his fingers and once on his tongue before he’s even considering it — watching you all clammy and breathless on your back beneath him as he nuzzles a kiss into your jaw, brushing a hand over your head to cup it.

“not worn out already are ya?” he grins, his tone gentle to let you know he’s just joking and it’s totally okay if you wanna call it a day. “totally cool if you are.” he clarifies anyway.

“no, just want it inside.” you paw at his bulge in his pants and he winces, dropping his head to your shoulder for a moment as he watches your hand. he lifts his head, having composed himself.

“my girl is just so eager, ain’t that right?”

[wjehfshs]

Ghosts train NSFW with these fuckers

+Kick

NSFW, if you don’t know what a train is, please look it up before reading this, exhibitionism, I’m so tried rn, everything in this is consensual, Logan and Keegan are rough asf in this, Elias chews them out for it in the end lmao

Merrick goes first (I personally think he’s the oldest so he’d go first)

Makes you get yourself off by riding him as he keeps your chest flush against his clothed one

Literally too lazy to take off his shirt just keeps it on as he unzips his pants

Runs his hands up and down the curve of your back

And sometimes your thighs

Sometimes he’ll just sit back and let you do the work

Even though he is lazy he praises you the whole time

Prefers for you to set your own pace, especially since you’re just starting

Ajax goes next

Eats you out (regardless of sex) while you’re lying down on the couch, completely naked

Doesn’t care about himself, just you

He can jerk himself off once he hands you to the next person

Also may I add, he is the god at giving head

Proudly wears your cum on his face

(If you have a dick he’ll wipe it off your stomach and lick it)

Mumbling to himself how good you taste

Kick is next up

Also makes you ride him, but instead he’s holding your hips and moving you instead of making you move yourself

Actually takes his shirt off unlike Merrick (although he doesn’t take his pants off, just unzips them and slides them down a bit)

He gives me vibes of either really mean or whimpers, no in between

If he’s mean, he’ll slap your ass occasionally and slam you down on him

Or on the other side he’s practically using you as a toy unintentionally, throwing his head back and whining frfr

If you can get pregnant he’ll pull out and cum on your thighs

But if you can’t he’s def finishing inside

I think we can all agree that Logan and Keegan are teaming up

Spitroast

First it’s Keegan in your mouth and Logan pounding into you

Then they switch right before you cum

Leave just enough time between switches to have to build up to that point of cumming

They will absolutely bruise your insides and throat

Get off to the sounds as well

They try to fuck you as hard as they can to put on a show

Hair pulling, deep throating, you name it

(But if you don’t want your hair pulled/don’t have hair, it’s instead a hand around your throat)

After around 3 times of switching Hesh gets impatient and tells them to hurry up or else he’s snatching you away from them

Both of them cum on your face after you’ve finished

When Hesh finally gets his hands on you, he’s so soft

Makes sure to wipe all the cum off you before kissing up and down your body

Kisses any red spots from hickeys or something

He’s so soft, treats you like a porcelain doll

Will try to make you as comfortable as possible, knowing how you just got absolutely ruined

Although once you’ve finished for the last time that night, he can’t help himself but cum all over your stomach and smear some on your lips/face

Aftercare is Merrick carrying you bridal style to your room (makes sure no one else sees you) while you’re covered in a blanket

Sits you down in the shower and washes you up

Eventually he lets Ajax and Kick take over

Washing your hair and making sure there’s nothing left on (or in) you

Eventually they get you dressed into some more comfortable clothes (literally just some of their own clothes they got from their closets) and into your own bed

Holy shit you had the best sleep of your life that night

Although you did sleep in and Elias went to go wake you up

He notices the bite marks and hickeys, also not to mention now you slept in Ajax’s and Kick’s clothes

So he chews the boys out for it, once he finds out what happened

Not actually angry about you guys doing it, fine with that. Just worried they may have been too rough

Let’s you sleep in until you wake up

[callofdudes]

Hey hey

Thank you so much on the last two request i loved them so much, now I wanna give you a challenge. A story, so here’s the scenario/idea

Can I please get A Platonic GN reader gets kidnapped on a mission and ghost would scour the earth to find his best friend to make sure their safe.

Again ghost is like a best friend to my mind I always think of scenarios

But I look forward to reading this when you get to it 😊😊

This one took me a bit longer than I expected. A lot of rewriting but In the end I'm kind of happy with it

I hope you enjoy it though!

Hold up | Platonic! Ghost x Reader.

Summary: Reader is kidnapped on a sweep job and Ghost is a little more than pissed off.

CW: Blood, slight gore? Violence (ofc), Ghost getting upset. Code name Cobra because my brain can't think of anything better rn. And best friendification.

Word Count: 4K+

"Cobra, status?"

"Breaching."

"Be careful."

You heeded Ghost's words and kicked in the front door of the decoy house. Your gun came up in front of your chest and the sight scanned the living area with your eyes.

"Clear."

You moved into the house and searched the rooms one by one. But by the end of the house you found nothing. You lowered your gun for a moment in defeat and sighed.

"Negative Lieutenant."

You moved back through the house and across the open dirt road into the bushes. "They must have heard we were coming."

"How?" Ghost asked.

"Not too sure. The network is probably well informed of our position if they're working with the shadows." You tucked your gun over your shoulder and turned the corner out onto the country road. It was dark and no one else was on the road at this hour. No one would notice you which was a good thing.

You pulled down your mask and breathed in the cool night air.

"Return to the truck. Soap has been notified, once you've returned we'll move from there." Ghost's deep voice trailed over you like a calming wave. A presence that comforted you in the darkness. The pale moonlight washed over you. Your heavy gear rubbed together with each step and clunked as you walked.

And then you heard it. The bushes rustling. You paused and your gun instinctively flew into your hands. You looked down into the dark ditch for any sign of life, but everything seemed to still once again.

Your gaze hardened on the darkness but you eventually convinced yourself it was just your mind. "Whatever." You pressed down on your comm device and alerted Ghost you were on your way.

Suddenly there was more rustling. You whipped around, expecting to see an animal but the familiar sound of boots on the rock trail hit your ears. You made for your gun when a hand grabbed your wrist. You looked up just as a figure knocked into you and sent you sprawling to the ground. You threw your fist at him and made solid contact with his visor. "Bugger!" He growled and suddenly more footsteps surrounded you. The moonlight illuminated the solid figures of three more men who converged on you. You kicked the first man with your boot and scrambled back across the ground. You pulled out your pistol and shot one of them clean through the chest. Two of them came around your rear and while the one on the left grabbed your gun and ripped it from your hand the other slammed his hand over your mouth. The third man grabbed your legs and together they managed to strangle you to the ground.

When the man to your right removed his hand from your mouth you started to yell. Maybe Soap would be able to hear you if you yelled loud enough.

The man on your left raised his hand to his comm. Device and radioed someone. "We've got the target. Permission to proceed?"

On the other line came a single reply from a voice you swore you knew. "Granted."

You looked up at the man and before you knew it he raised his fist and when he brought it down your lights were out.

⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Soap jumped from the truck and frantically ran for the small unnamed outpost the 141 had claimed base. He was panting when he reached the door and stumbled inside. Fresh light illuminated his red cheeks and flushed expression.

"Soap!" Gaz exclaimed.

Price was already rounding the table to steady the sergeant from falling over. "Son?"

"What's wrong Johnny?" Ghost stood from the couch and grabbed his pistol from his vest.

"Gone, they didn't return-"

"Calm down son, what happened?"

Gaz looked out the window for anyone who could have followed and worriedly looked back at Johnny who finally found his words. "Y/N, the shadows- I don't know who but they got them. They didn't return to the truck and when I went to check there was a shadow shot dead and their tracker and vest had been tossed in the ditch-"

Ghost rounded the couch in a second. His eyes held a new intensity.

Price moved away and Ghost cornered Johnny against the wall. "Where did they go?"

"I don't know!" Johnny looked down nervously and dug in his bag. He pulled out what was very much your vest and handed it over. Ghost examined the leather and his eyes narrowed on the smears of blood across the chest and sleeve.

Johnny watched his entire body tensed up. But it didn't look like fear. No. Ghost doesn't fear. Ghost was angry. His brows tightened and his irises darkened.

"You said it was a shadow who you saw?"

"Yes sir." Johnny replied.

Ghost growled. "Then I suggest we pay Graves a visit. We will move up our scheduled raid up to tomorrow."

"Ghost. While I understand the situation, we cannot rush into that-" Ghost twitched. He turned around and glared at Price. He was not having it. He walked Price back until he was against the table. Price stared back.

"We will move on it tomorrow. If Graves wants to play dirty. I will too."

He moved away from Price and back to the couch. He grabbed his bag and tucked your vest into the back pocket. "I'll be getting some sleep."

Johnny sighed in relief when he heard the bunker door shut. "Who knew you could push Lt.'s buttons like that eh?"

Price relaxed himself and pulled out a cigar from his bag. "They're close. I think those two have grown the closest since joining, I understand why he is upset. Who knows what happened to them."

"So we won't do anything?" Soap asked a little more desperately. "I never said that. Ghost is as worried as I am. He just shows it differently. And as much as I'd like to track them down there is no way I can risk overstepping and under-calculating this raid."

Johnny sighed heavily and shook out his muscles. "I guess I should get some sleep too." He moved away from the door and went into his shared room with Gaz. The other sergeant nodded silently and followed after Johnny.

Price sighed and looked back out the window at the parked truck outside. He closed the window and turned off the lights in the house. He placed his unlit cigar on the table. He could have it in the morning, now wasn't the time. "Goodnight." Price said loudly as he passed the two rooms along the hallway and retreated to his bed. He slipped under the blanket and sighed. The thought of you was heavy on his mind, but his eyelids won over and pulled him into an uncomfortable sleep.

Ghost however couldn't close his eyes. You had been fine over the comm. Line. If you needed help you could have alerted him.

You had no time to react except for shooting that soldier. They had jumped you. However many they were. They had put their grimy hands on you and probably hurt you. When he finally registered himself blinking he looked over at the clock to see it was four in the morning. His body was so used to the ungodly hour he didn't feel an ounce of withdrawal. He sat up in bed and opened his backpack and took out your vest. He ran his gloved thumb over the now dried blood streak and felt a deep seeded anger rose from the pit of his stomach. He felt impatient and unable to sit still. His knee started to bounce when he stared at your blood.

He'd seen you get a nose bleed before and scuff marks from training but this was different. He always got angry when you came back from missions and he saw your blood and the open wounds you would receive. You were his friend and he would do everything to keep you from harm if he could. But now you were hurt and out of his sights. He clutched your clothing and shoved it back into his bag. He pulled on his gear and strapped in his knives. He grabbed his pistol and moved out into the hallway. He didn't care to be quiet. He snatched the keys off the counter and unlocked the front door.

The cool early morning air stung the little specks of skin it could reach. He hopped into the truck and slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life and the headlights flickered on. Simon has a rudimentary knowledge on how to drive, will this stop him? No.

The car lurched forward before he could put it in reverse and back out onto the empty road. He spun the tires and drove back down the road. He examined each passing and going until he saw an object hurriedly and very sloppily thrown in the ditch. He stopped the truck and jumped out. When he turned on his flashlight he could see the Shadow presumably Johnny had attempted to hide.

Ghost approached him and kicked his cold hand still sticking out of the grass hedges. He examined the ditch but didn't find any more bodies. The rocks didn't give away signs of a struggle. That was until he moved further down the road and saw drag marks on the road. Too small to be tires. They were reminiscent of your boot heels digging and sliding. And blood. There was blood on a nearby pile of rocks.

Ghost growled. A predatory snarl. He pulled out his gun and whipped around. Angrily he unloaded his entire clip into the limp body in the ditch.

He would find you. Whatever Graves thought he was doing was only going to seal his fate. For whatever blood they drew from you, Ghost would draw ten gallons more from them.

He hopped back in the truck and grabbed the steering wheel. Why had he sent you out on your own??

Fuck.

He slammed his head down on the wheel and slumped his shoulders. He turned the truck back on and sat up with a deep breath. He needed a plan. Which means he needed to take it moment by moment. But each moment they sat around Graves only got closer to you. And he could not let that happen.

⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Everything hurt. Your brain hurt. Your face hurt. You instinctively scrunched your nose and were met with intense pain. You hissed and lolled your head. You slowly opened your eyes and it took your vision a moment to adjust to the light around you. You looked down at your knees. You blinked and just stared down at your tattered pants and the scuff marks where red, irritated skin could be seen where the fabric had ripped.

You flexed your hands and attempted to move, that was also met with a whiplash of pain. Your muscles burned and cried angrily, forcing your brain to full stop.

"Look who's awake."

Instinctively you lifted your head and focused your gaze on a figure across the room. Ah. The ever punchable Philip Graves.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He smirked and approached you. This gave you the invitation to check your surroundings. You were in an empty room. Gray walls, gray floor, and a single security camera on the upper left corner of the room.

You focused back on Graves and glared at him.

The man only laughed and bent down to look at you. "There's a look I know. He's been teaching you I see."

You raised your head and hissed when your shoulder popped and flexed.

"Looks like my men did a little more than knock you out. I apologize."

"See if you can apologize when I shove my foot up your ass!" You snapped.

Graves stood and moved back. He only laughed at you. "Cut the bullshit, Cobra. If they're still calling you that ridiculous name. Or would you prefer L/N?" You opened your mouth but he continued before you could say anything. "You're probably so confused and desperately thinking in your head, "why am I here? What would dear ol' Phillip Graves want from me?" He batted his eyelashes and looked back at you with glee. "Right?"

"I was actually quite liking not having you around." You replied.

He only huffed. "Well. Considering how close you are to Ghost, I decided that, "Huh. Ghost is the 141's best man. Probably the best thing the British invested in since herbal tea. And guess who spends most of their time with him~?" He chuckled and kneeled down in front of you.

"And Soap?"

"Oh he'd never cooperate."

"And I will?" You scoffed, offended.

Graves took your chin in his hand and nodded. "Yes you will. Because you're a good little military pet. Aren't you? Hanging around like Simon's submissive lapdog."

Your mouth fell open, then quickly tightened into a growl. "Fuck you! I am no such thing! Ghost will make you pay for this!"

"Sure you aren't." Graves stood and rounded you stuck in your chair. "Here's how it's going to work. I was trying so hard during my time with those imbeciles to crack that man. To get a sliver of info out of him. But I never could. Now that you have, I'll just use you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You spat.

"Oh of course you don't. I hear that all the time Y/N. You are going to give me what I want."

"No."

Graves moved and you'd barely gotten the word out before his fist connected harshly with your jaw. You grunted at the pain and lolled your head to the side and hid.

"Apologies. Now. Where were we?"

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When Ghost returned with the truck he could see the house lights on. They were awake. Good. The quicker they could move the quicker he could secure your safety.

He stepped out just as the door opened and Price stood there with his arms crossed. "And where did you find yourself off too?"

"Collecting evidence." Ghost replied. He pushed passed and looked around. Gaz was drinking some coffee and Soap was fiddling with his armor.

"Let's go. This isn't a fucking vacation!" Ghost barked.

"Soldier!" Price turned Ghost around and sat the larger man down into a nearby chair. "I know you are anxious but we must use our heads. So sit down and wait for us to catch up."

Ghost gulped. He looked over at Gaz who looked barely awake, his head still nodding downward every few seconds. Soap's hands were shaking meaning he was probably anxious with no sleep either.

Price didn't remove his hands until Ghost forced a deep breath to try and calm himself. But his mind raced. When his heart started to calm down his mind rushed with made up memories and thoughts. The blood. You were thrown to the ground. You had tried to fight. The cowards had jumped you. His fists tightened and his jaw clenched. He tried to take another breath and fought against Price's hands.

He jerked his shoulders and Price dug his fingers into his soldier's uniform. "Deep breath Simon."

What had they done to you!? They had you tied up somewhere probably. He prayed that Graves didn't hand you over to one of those shitty terrorist groups for ransom. He'd be lucky if you weren't dismembered by the time they found you.

Why the hell would they want you though? There wasn't much to you. A sergeant like any other.

His eyes opened and he was met with the blurry image of Price. He realized he was crying. He pushed and kicked against Price in a panic. They were after you because of him. Graves was using you for information. He breathed in and shoved Price to the side. He rushed to his room and clawed off his mask.

It was his fault. He should have been there. He should have sent Gaz with you to inspect the decoy house. He covered his face and bit the skin of his palm until he could taste the metallic sting of blood.

He knew you were strong. Incredibly strong. But Ghost had been kidnapped before. He'd been through torture. He'd been burned, beaten and broken. He couldn't let that happen to you. You were his friend, he was tasked with protecting you.

The ache in his chest was a new feeling. Every time he saw you hurt his stomach would twist. He would kill Graves and each man who attempted to put his hands on you. You were stubborn and strong.

There was a knock on the door and Soap's hesitant voice. "Ghost? Want to come look at the map. Price has a plan."

Ghost looked down at his bleeding palm and cursed under his breath. He pulled his gloves and mask back on before standing and opening the door. Johnny didn't say anything and hugged Ghost's back on the way to the table.

Ghost looked down at the map and then up at Price. "Apologies for earlier sir."

"You're alright Ghost. We're all a team here."

Ghost nodded and Price started to talk through their plan. They knew where Graves was hiding. His men were spotted unloading dozens of trucks near an old warehouse on the edge of town. It was secluded and fenced off in all directions.

"Alright. Everyone understand?" Price looked up.

"Ghost will lead our breach. Find Graves, find the weapons, find Y/N."

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Your head lolled back. Your vision swam as the ceiling distantly split into two mirror images. Your throat was dry except for the occasional taste of copper on your tongue. You breathed in shock as more blood dripped down your uniform.

The soldier above you grabbed your shoulder and yanked you forward. You groaned, your head hitting his with your inability to freeze your muscles.

"Tell me where I can find Lieutenant Ghost Riley."

You choked on the blood in your mouth. You were surprised they hadn't broken your nose yet. "I won't tell you shit." You growled. The soldier punched you across the jaw and sent the chair you sat in to the ground with a thud. It pinned your right arm under the weight and made you cry in pain. "You aren't making this any easier for us. Trust me. This is fun, we could go all day."

You raised your head, about to respond when there was a piercingly loud noise from outside your cell. "What the-" The soldier in your cell opened the door. Outside you could see the walls flashing a bright red and the constant sound was a triggered alarm. You smirked.

Here he comes.

You could hear yelling down the halls as soldiers formed and blocked the doors. "The gates were broken into. Three hostiles spotted by the front gates, eight at the back!" One soldier shouted.

"Only three?" The door to your cell slammed shut and closed with a lock. You rested your head back against the cold tile and smiled. Thank goodness. You weren't going to be able to take much more. You focused on your breathing as the sounds of chaos and screaming were heard from outside. Bodies were shoved into walls and clips of bullets were unloaded on the enemies.

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Ghost shoved two men into the wall and slashed their throats. He turned and threw said knife into another man's stomach before he could shoot. He grabbed another guy by the collar and lifted him off his feet with ease. "Where are they!?" He snarled. The man attempted to kick Simon away but his larger mass kept the small guy pinned. "Tell me what cell to search and will you live." The man whined. He shakily pointed down the hallway at a door near the end of the aisle. "F-four nineteen." Ghost huffed. He dropped the man and grabbed his pistol. He unloaded a bullet in the man's face and pulled out a bottle of tear gas. When he threw it there were screams and cries of pain as the canister released its contents.

⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

It wasn't long before whatever happened outside picked up. Four men burst down your cell door and ran inside in a panic. They shut the door and started to fiddle with their gas masks. They cursed and spat until they finally had their gear on. One man motioned to the other two to open the door.

Bang.

The first man was flattened against the wall when the door was forced open with incredible strength. The behemoth of a man emptied his gun into the other two. He closed the door and shot the guy against the wall in the head as his body slumped.

"Graves is heading for the exit." A familiar voice crackled over his comm.link.

Ghost looked up and you could see the relief in his body. He rushed over to you and pulled off his gas mask.

"Miss me?" You smiled and Ghost could see the distinct hole where one of your bottom teeth was missing.

"You're a wreck." He cut the ropes from your body and pulled you into his arms. "Are you alright?"

"Eh, bruised guts here. Broken ribs there. I'm dandy." You replied.

When Ghost attempted to move you whined in pain and clung to him with what little strength you had left.

"Just relax. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."

Ghost took off his gas mask and gently placed it around your head. He secured it to your head with a foreign gentleness. Your eyes fluttered tiredly. He was the first source of warmth in what felt like forever. "I'm glad we got here when we did." You hummed. "Me too."

Ghost picked you up and positioned you carefully in his arms. "Cobra has been located. We're on your position." Ghost said into his comm.line.

"Copy that Ghost. Soap and Gaz are merging on your position. Graves in custody."

You sighed and relaxed into his neck. "Being friends with you is so convenient."

He scoffed. "Well at least you gave 'em hell. Only I can stand that spitfire personality."

"Mm, can you now?"

You sighed and closed your eyes. And you were off to sleep with your breaths steadily filtered through the mask. Ghost examined the blood staining your uniform and the blood the seeped into your hair. He was angry. And upset. He was relieved to have you almost to safety but they had already done their damage. It made him sick.

Ghost opened the door and stepped out over the limp bodies of shadow soldiers. What a shame.

Ghost stepped on one of the men's heads and made an extra effort to lean his weight on the man's skull as he passed. That's for hurting you.

When Ghost returned to the truck with Soap and Gaz, you were still soundly asleep. "Be careful. Don't want to wake them." Ghost sat in the back while Soap and Gaz drove. Price and a few other men called in for backup would bring Graves back to the main base.

Ghost saw you to the hospital and stayed there a couple of days while you were fixed up. When you opened your eyes for the first time in three days he was overwhelmed like never before.

"Awe, are you doing homework on my hospital bed?" You coughed weakly.

Ghost looked up from the reports he was signing and scoffed. "It's the only thing you're good for."

"Thanks dip shit."

"You're welcome numb nuts."

You gave him the finger. And he returned it.

You laughed softly. "How long have I been out?" You asked as your hand came up to feel the neck brace you were wearing.

"A couple days. Doctor said you should take it easy while you heal so Price and I are sending you on medical leave for five weeks."

"Weeks?" You wheezed.

"Affirmative."

"Awe. Who will kick your ass on the training ring for me?"

"You'll have to wait." Ghost hesitated but placed his hand on top of yours. ",Y/N. I'm… I apologize for what happened. I should have sent Gaz with the two of you so you wouldn't be alone. I shouldn't have told Johnny to watch the truck-"

"It's ok."

"Maybe if I had planned well then you-"

"Simon. You big goon. It's not your fault. You got me back right?"

He scoffed. His eyes lit up under the mask and his lips quivered in a smirk. "It's all your clumsy fault." He teased.

"Excuse me? I did not just hear the dollar store James Bond speak."

"I'll let that one slide Sergeant. Only because I think you've been hit enough times this week."

You smiled. "Where's Graves?"

"In our holding cell. I'm going to go talk to him in a few minutes."

"Give him hell, lieutenant."

"I plan to…"

⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

Graves groaned. He looked up and squinted his eyes when he caught the gaze of a figure ensnared in the bright light. He smirked.

"well well, if it isn't Simon "Ghost" Riley."

Ghost snapped the baton in his hand and the end lengthened. He didn't say a word as he approached the man and lifted the weapon high.

This is looked over by me and there may be missed spelling mistakes or accidental use of gender. Feel free to comment if you spot either of these two errors :)

[mangoposts]

Question I need answered for an upcoming oneshot (that was supposed to be out today but prolly won’t be lmao)

How do you think Nick would act while high or drunk?? Please be detailed and add examples or something if you could bc I really need it 😭🙏

-😨

While he’s drunk

Flirty

Chatty

Outgoing

Touchy

I think Nick would be a lightweight, maybe after his second drink and first shot of something he’d start to feel the buzz creep into his body. Nick almost acts just like how he normally does just with a tinge of more seduction or playfulness, he’ll start to hang his arm over your shoulders and nip at your earlobes and collarbones while giggling because he knows you’re in public surrounded by strangers. If you tell him to tone it down he’ll tone it all the way up and start teasing you to the max, “What? Am I being too much for you babe?” Proceeding to laugh and run his hands thru ur hair and try to grope you thru ur pants LMAO. Also begins a conversation with randos so you’ll have to keep an eye on him but i think Nick would be really fun once he’s drunk, he’d get a little out of hand and literally try to have sex in the middle of a lounge or a bar if he has too much to drink. “I don’t wanna leave yet, I want another shot of crown. Why can’t we fuck here?” Says this SOOO obnoxiously loud. “Babe just shut up and take this shot with me.” When you try to tell him it’s time to go home at 5:32 AM lmfaoooooo . No tears or mood swings with this guy he’s just having fun

I could also imagine him saying “Omg the music is really good in here” LMFAOOOO

While high

Dazed

Goofy

Antsy

Chatty

It always takes awhile for the high to fully set in, so i feel like Nick would constantly be saying “I don’t even feel anything.” Every single time he’s high when he’s actually out of his mind fried Lmfaoooo. Literally classic stoned, stares at the ceiling, the floor, himself in the mirror and talks. Just talks talks talks talks talks talks. “Bro, this mirror makes me look so bad. No way i look like this. Omg u know what i just thought of?? We could bake while high rn.” Once it fully kicks in for him and he begins to feel everything moving a bit slower than he’s used to he might go into hypochondriac mode, saying he can’t feel his hands or open his eyes fully. And you kinda just laugh a bit because he’s fine and you only smoked one joint. Nonetheless you pet his hair and tell him he’s okay lmaooo. He might get more emotional while high other than while drunk, falls into a deep conversation about his life and might even start venting about problems you didn’t even know he was facing. Hes just talking to talk though, says whatever is on his mind and has 0 control over it. It’ll probably end in him wanting to eat your face because “You’re such a good listener” “You’re so hot while high” “My dick is really hard rn” 😭😭

[kyojurismo]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

hi sweetheart ! haven’t been feeling good recently (I feel like a dumpster fire rn 🥲) and I was wondering if I could request a short little modern!au sanemi x gn!reader x kyojuro fluff drabble? I don’t really have a specific prompt aside from that, just need some comfort from some of my cc’s :( I understand if you don’t feel comfy with the request too so no hard feelings if you deny it, thank you !! 🫶🏼

# kyojuro rengoku & sanemi shinazugawa

tags : modern au! gn!reader, poly relationship, fluff, slice of life? not proofread of course.

a/n : hi keira !! i searched up some fluffy prompts bc i’ve been running out of ideas these days lmao but then ended up writing something really random… i hope you’ll like it. i’m sending you a big hug & i hope you’ll feel better soon !! <3

“stop moving,” sanemi’s gruff voice fills your ears. you know he’s talking to kyojuro, because you can feel him moving too. “oh, my apologies,” his tone is lower than usual, as he thinks you’re still sleeping.

“good morning,” you say without moving. kyojuro chuckles and kisses your forehead. “see? you woke them up,” sanemi growls, annoyed. “i’ve been awake since you kicked my butt,” you confess and you chuckle, followed by kyojuro. sanemi simply falls quiet as his cheeks turns red.

“do you have work today?” you ask kyojuro, moving closer to him. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his warm chest. “yeah,” he nods and caresses your back slowly. you’re close to falling asleep again.

“noisy,” sanemi mumbles into his pillow. “you’re just jealous,” you mock him. “he’s gonna kiss me later anyway,” he replies quickly. “me first!”

“alright, alright,” kyojuro giggles before getting up before you two. as usual. “no, come back!” you try to grab him from his pants but he’s already out of reach. you watch him disappear into the bathroom and then you roll over to sanemi, positioning yourself on his back.

“mhm,” he doesn’t move, silently appreciating the contact. you snuggle closer, resting your forehead against his nape. “you’re warm,” you murmur and he simply nods, his face still buried in the pillow.

you stay like this for a while, when kyojuro finally exits the bathroom and starts getting dressed. “you two should get up,” he announces, his tone now loud as usual. “no,” you and sanemi reply at the same time, causing kyojuro to smile.

“i’ll make breakfast,” he then announces. “no, wait,” sanemi grabs your legs and finds a way to get up with you on his back. you wrap your arms around his neck and sigh softly, eyes still closed.

“i can make breakfast,” sanemi assures him and walks to the kitchen, still holding you. “preferences?” he asks you, caressing your leg with his thumb. “pancakes,” you answer, rubbing your cheek against his neck. “gotcha.”

sanemi starts preparing pancakes while kyojuro finishes getting ready for work. sanemi is able to prepare breakfast while having you on his back the whole time.

once you three are done eating breakfast, kyojuro helps cleaning the dishes before leaving for work. “alright, i gotta go now,” he kisses your forehead, then walks over to sanemi and kisses his nose, making him blush. just like the first times.

“bye, kyo!” you smile at him and watch him leave the apartment, hugging sanemi’s arm. “have a good day at work,” the white haired boy adds, making the other one smile.

once the door closes, you turn to look at sanemi and pout at him. “at least pretend you enjoy spending time with me,” he pinches your hip, making you squirm. “i enjoy it! you’re just all grumpy,” you punch his arm playfully. “i got work to do, bye,” sanemi starts walking towards his room and you quickly follow him, jumping on his back. “you promised to bake cookies with me today, for kyojuro,” you remind him.

“tsk, i know what i promised,” he replies in an annoyed tone. “then??” you look at him expectantly. “yeah, yeah. let’s go.”

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“that uzui, i don’t like him,” you turn to sanemi, raising your brows. “you don’t even know him, and kyojuro speaks good about him anyway. what’s the matter?” you ask him, kyojuro looks at sanemi too. “i don’t know, i just feel it,” he keeps his eyes focused on the plate, making kyojuro chuckle. “are you jealous, darling?” he asks him, and you smirk at that.

“the hell?! why would i be jealous?” he spits, annoyed. you catch the hint of a blush on his face and that is enough to make you laugh. “he’s just a colleague, ‘nemi,” kyojuro leans closer to him and kisses his cheek. “me too!” you turn to kyojuro, waiting for a kiss.

kyojuro nods and kisses your cheek too. “well, i’ll stop talking about uzui then,” he smirks, playfully looking at the other man. “cut that shit,” he rolls his eyes. “we made the cookies for you, not for him by the way.

you watch sanemi get up and putting the plates away before you could offer to help him. “ooh, baby ‘nemi was so proud he wanted only our kyo to eat them,” you smile fondly at your lover. “i see. well, i enjoyed them very much! quite tasty, ‘nemi,” your other lover reassures sanemi, making him blush.

“whatever,” he mutters while starting washing the dishes. you two notice he’s embarrassed enough so you leave him be. “it’s your turn to chose the movie tonight,” you get up and look at kyojuro with a smile. “nothing boring, thank you,” sanemi adds soon after, making kyojuro chuckle.

“alright, i’ll go check the dvds,” kyojuro gets up too and reaches the living room, looking through the pile of dvds for something to watch all together. “do you want chips or pop corns?” you ask sanemi, opening a cabinet. “pop corns,” he answers while drying his hands with a towel. “gotcha,” you nod.

you all sit down on the couch as kyojuro turns on the tv before sitting right next to you, sanemi sitting on your other side. “i love movie nights,” you confess in a soft tone. “me too,” kyojuro adds while resting his arm on the back of the couch, to caress sanemi’s neck. “mhm,” he nods too.

you rest your hand on sanemi’s thigh while leaning your head over kyojuro’s shoulder, enjoying the comfortable feeling of having them close to you.

you end up falling asleep on sanemi’s shoulder. they carefully take you to bed, kissing your cheeks and then lying down next to you soon after. “i love you,” sanemi murmurs while staring at the ceiling. “we love you too.”

HERE ARE A COUPLE OF PROMPTS THAT A SITE MADE AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO SHARE THEM BC THEY WOULD BE CANON HEHE