#ophie x reader

[yanyan-stuck]

too afraid to ask offanon in the server but headcanons of ophanim would be cool!.

just general

Yandere Ophanim Headcanons

TW: Suicide

He found you at the most hopeless point in your life, and you trusted him enough to come with him. He was an angel after all, so he had to be trustworthy. Not so— he kidnapped you.

He keeps you in a room in his basement, with no entertainment. He is the only entertainment allowed.

He forces you to mortally wound him in order to acquire basic necessities, but if you try to escape while he’s regenerating, you’re out of luck. The basement room is too secure to do so. Your only option to get food and water is to let his body gruesomely reshape itself so he can continue being your caretaker.

If you try to escape he just watches you, knowing you can’t.

While he often love-bombs you, telling you how much he loves you and how much he wants you to stay with him forever, he also constantly talks about how hopeless your life is and tries to convince you you’d be better off dead.

He is extremely tall, and when he cuddles you, you’re nearly suffocated in a tangle of limbs. When he chooses to have wings, he enjoys wrapping them around you securely. It’s really warm and cozy in there, despite your situation.

He goes into fits of rage if you mention wanting to return to your life, screaming about how you don’t have anything left and you should just kill yourself already. He might injure you during these fits but will quickly try to patch you up. Oddly enough he’s very afraid of physically hurting you, but not for the reasons you may think.

He loves stroking your face with his fingers, which are long and elegant. In general he loves staring at you and tracing your features.

The food he tends to bring you are akin to some people’s depression meals. They’re sometimes really good but sometimes you might get Cheetos in milk.

He tends to sit on your bed and rant erratically about how much he loves you, how much he wants to stay with you, how miserable he is, how he wishes he could die, etc etc…

After a few weeks of having you, depending on how hopeful he thinks you are, he’ll start leaving dangerous things in your room when he leaves. They’ll start with something less conspicuous, like a discarded razor blade, but he’ll eventually just set you up a noose and stool if you aren’t taking the hint.

If you work up the guts to ask him about it he’ll go on a frenzied ramble about how you have to “do it” to stay with him forever.

If you don’t take the hint and off yourself, he’ll tell you to do it outright. He’ll become emotionally abusive/manipulative when he’s around you. Don’t you love him? Don’t you know how horrible everything would be for you without him? Don’t you want to do this to become just like him? It isn’t very godly to abandon your one true love, you know. He only wants the best for you.

When he eventually forces you to lose all hope, he’ll praise you for making the “right choice”, and romanticizes death as much as he can so that you’re comfortable doing it.

[erosology]

könig squishing your cheeks as you’re sobbing “it hurts, könig! s’too much!” him shushing you as he sinks into you inch by inch, just enough of his 260lbs + weight to keep you pinned “shh, shh liebling, it will feel good soon, i promise, just take it for me, ya?”

or better yet, könig getting off on the fact that he’s hurting you, pushing your head back down in the mattress and groaning “oh fuck, liebling, so tight. does it hurt, hm?” and right when you sob out a “yes, yes it hurts!” he makes sure you feel every single inch stretch you out “good, keep crying. it’s making me harder”

[ophieslibrary]

Thinking about Task Force 141 & Reader when they believe someone has betrayed them.

All evidence keeps pointing at different members. The blame keeps getting pushed around and this found family you have been blessed with is starting to fracture.

First, it was Johnny. There was an attack on base near the Captain’s office. A highly lethal explosive was used to infiltrate the building. Investigation found signs of a signature that had only been seen on explosives set by the Scot. He thankfully had been on a 2 week mission with you at the time so his alibi was solid

Then, it was Gaz. A file had been lifted off of the Captain’s computer. The access code used belonged to him. It took a little longer to clear his name than it had for Soap. Thankfully he was able to prove that the code used was a code he had burned years prior. You were able to prove this by looking at the coding embedded in the access code usage from Price’s computer.

The Lieutenant was barely even considered. Someone mentioned that he was absent at the time of the attack and he didn’t need to say a single word to silence those rumors. He leveled one steely glare at the recruit and any talk of him being the traitor happened behind his back. Where was Ghost? He was on a covert operation for Laswell in Ukraine. Definitely above board and not a black operation in any way.

Next, the Captains himself was in the hot seat. He was the only one of the team that would have known Soap’s signature for the bomb and Kyle’s access code, current and previous. He also knew when Ghost would be off base and when you and Soap would be on assignment. Orchestrating the best time to attack.

Finally, the pointing fingers found their way to you. You also would’ve known Soap’s signature. You didn’t know where Ghost was going but you remembered saying goodbye to him before you went to debrief for the mission you and Soap were being sent on. You were also the best at computers and hacking on the team. It took the longest to clear your name, and even while you were put on leave while the investigation was ongoing recruits and other CO’s continued to theorize. Throwing around ideas that it was a team effort and that we were all a cell of terrorists planted in the military.

As accusations continued to rise and your own teammates began to turn on one another you snuck back into Price’s office determined to get to the bottom of this and to save the found family you have grown to love so much.

Turns out the access code used to frame Kyle, could be traced back to a cell tower in Russia. You took your findings to Laswell and the two of you busted down the door of a run down apartment. Inside were three women strung out on lord knows what, and a man passed out with no less than 12 bottles of vodka surrounding him. Viktor Kuzmenko. Number 7 on the CIAs most wanted list. Further investigation and interrogation would later reveal he was behind everything that your team was being blamed for.

You would do anything to protect your family. Even if it means getting your hands a little dirty and doing things in a less than ideal way.

xx

A/N: This was supposed to be much shorter, and I didn’t really proofread this. Sorry if there are typos☠️

Requests are: OPEN

[isaut]

part of 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, a southern au

literally rest in peace if your name isn't ophelia. just. substitute it out with your name and your nickname idk how to illustrate that in the y/n verse… no beta we die like lovesick fools.

Beidou’s voice is rough. It’s low and generous, girlish in its inflections from childlike excitement. There is always something new to be shown, something new to be experienced. 

When she’s not calling you babe or dollface or any sort of pet name to shower her love in, Beidou still doesn’t call you by your name. Instead, she shortens it down, to a quick and simple Ophie. 

You learn to love the name. The way Beidou says it after not seeing you all week, after she gets home from another long job. The way she presses a big, wet kiss to your cheek with a, “So cute, Ophie. Can’t get enough of you.” 

Even when you’re fighting, it’s a plea. In the dim light of the kitchen, with bags under both of your eyes. “Ophie, c’mon. We’re both tired, you’re hungry. There’s no need for any of this.” 

Something if off, however, the first time you hear your full name leave her lips. The view of the beach is beautiful, it’s where you took your first road trip together to. Your dress flutters in the breeze, and your ears turn at the sound of your name. 

“Ophelia,” Beidou says. For the infrequent use, your name sounds as natural as ever rolling off her tongue. Turning your head, you move your hair out of your face. 

“Beidou?” You return, tilting your head to the side. 

In your hand, her palm is unnaturally clammy. 

“I– Listen,” Beidou clears her throat. “I’m not good with this sort of stuff, and I now you know that, but, I also know you read all those romance books and watch all those shows and–” 

Your brows furrow with concern, and you reach up to cup her cheek. “Angel, what’s wrong?” 

A nervous laugh leaves Beidou’s lips and she shakes her head. “Nothing. Just–” 

There’s an audible gasp that causes you to involuntarily step back, hand still in Beidou’s as she sinks to one knee before you. She takes your hand in both of hers, wetness consuming her vision. 

“Ophelia, I love you so much,” She says, “I don’t think I could go a single minute without thinking about you, much less living the rest of my life without you. I want nothing more than to experience everything with you. Would you please do the honor of marrying me?” She presses a kiss to your ring finger, gentle and kind on her plea. 

She removes a hand from yours to find the box in her pocket, flipping it open with precision from the countless times she’s practiced. 

There isn’t much you can do but nod, a hand pressed up against your lips as the tears in your eyes mess up your mascara. A little yes comes out, covered up by the choked up tears in your throat as you lean down to kiss her, though she’s already meeting you halfway. Her lips find yours moments after there’s a ring on your finger. 

“Absolutely crazy about you, Ophie,” Beidou breathes into the kiss. “Since the day we met. Been dreaming about this since then.” 

[thatfandomslut]

Captain Princess Ophelia

Reneé Rapp x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: just a lot of fluff, Shrek, and a cute pregnancy announcement

Request:

basically some fluff where r and renee take care of r niece, like, domestic cute stuff

Reneé Rapp requests are open.

Other accounts: hoe4flo | ghostyanne

Discords: Mean Girls | Mean Girls RP (in need of people)

(S/n) - Sister's Name

When (S/n) dropped off Ophelia, the first thing (Y/n)’s six-year-old niece did was run to Reneé , wrapping her arms around her aunt as she clung on excitedly. It was the first time Ophelia had visited since (Y/n) and Reneé  moved into their own place now that they were married. “Are you sure you’re okay to watch her over night?” (S/n) inquired, chewing on her bottom lip as Ophelia flung her body from Reneé  to the toy chest in their living room, something put there due to them knowing she was coming. They were the types of aunts to absolutely spoil their niece, and that was evident by the toys overflowing in the toy box.

“Of course,” (Y/n) smiled, ruffling Ophelia’s curls gently. She was always down to watch the girl. Since they moved, they had been a bit busier and hadn’t been able to visit yet. This was the perfect excuse to spend time with their favorite tiny terror. “We are going to order pizza for dinner, watch Ophelia’s favorite movies, play with toys. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You deserve this night out with your husband. So, go have fun. I’ll send you several pictures of all the fun we’re going to have tonight.”

(S/n) hugged (Y/n) and Reneé  gratefully as she made her way over to Ophelia. She crouched down before hugging her daughter, despite her being uninterested due to all the new toys. “Be good for your aunties,” she kissed her cheek gently before heading towards the door. “Bye, everyone, I love you all. If you need anything, do not be afraid to call.” (S/n) spoke before finally exiting. (Y/n) locked the door behind her, not because of (S/n), but because of safety. She looked over at Ophelia who was engrossed in the Superman action figure, who she paired up with a President Barbie from the Barbie movie.

“Ophie,” she called, sitting beside her niece. It took a moment before the girl looked over at (Y/n) with a big, curious grin that exposed her dimples. “Auntie Reneé  and I have a surprise for you. Do you remember that princess dress that you wanted? We got it for you in the guest room. Would you like to check it out, sweetheart?”

Ophelia nodded excitedly as she followed her aunts to the bedroom. Reneé  put Ophelia’s purple unicorn suitcase in the room before picking up the green, sparkling dress. “It’s so pretty! Like Fiona,” she absolutely loved Shrek after (Y/n) and Reneé  decided to make sure that she was cultured and understood what true cinema was. Ever since then, she has wanted a sparkling version of Princess Fiona’s dress and a pet donkey. Hence why she had a Donkey stuffed animal on the bed alongside the dress. “Don-kay!” she squealed excitedly, pulling the stuffed toy into her arms.

“We have another surprise for you,” Reneé  said as (Y/n) helped Ophelia into the dress. “We have made snacks from Shrek, and we are going to watch all the Shrek movies.” Ophelia wanted to watch all of the movies the last time they were together, but they didn’t have the time. This time, they were going to have a sleepover and they got various snacks, healthier than not as requested by (S/n), to keep her on theme.

Ophelia was ecstatic. For someone who could bounce off the walls, she was an amazing movie watcher. She loved sitting in between (Y/n) and Reneé  during all of the movies they watched together. (Y/n) ordered the pizza as Reneé  set out the snacks. There were green apples with ogre ears poked into them (thank you Etsy), gingerbread men talentedly put together by one of (Y/n)’s friends, pretzel sticks cleverly renamed Swamp Logs (thank you Pinterest), and water with green food coloring that they deemed to be swamp water. Ophelia was absolutely living the life.

As the three sat together, lounging on the couch, (Y/n) couldn’t help but look over to Reneé  with a smile. They had waited patiently for the movies to end to share the news with Ophelia. She would be the first in the family to know what they were going to tell Ophelia. She was going to help them tell everyone else. As Shrek the Third ended, (Y/n) knew it was finally time. She was a bit nervous to tell Ophelia, but she knew that this idea was amazing.

“Hey, Ophie,” (Y/n) got her nieces attention. (Y/n) took a moment to think about how she wanted to tell her, Reneé  putting a hand on her shoulder softly. “You know how in this movie, Shrek and Fiona were having babies?” She questioned softly, wanting to explain slowly since she knew this was a big announcement. Ophelia nodded with a grin. “Well, I am also going to have a baby.”

Ophelia processed this slowly, in her own time. After all, she was only six. “So, then I’ll be an aunt, too?” she asked, looking at Reneé  who was behind her. She wasn’t understanding completely, but that was perfectly fine. (Y/n) and Reneé  wanted to take the time to explain this to her. They knew she was probably going to have several questions.

Reneé  grinned a bit at the question, gently putting a hand on Ophelia’s shoulder. “Even better,” she smirked playfully, “You’re going to be a big cousin. Which means, when (Y/n) has her baby, you’re going to have another friend to play with dolls and action figures. You can even show them Shrek. But, first, we need to ask for your help. Only you can help us.” She explained to the curly haired girl.

As the two explained to Ophelia more about the baby and told her about the plan, they gave her a shirt. It said ‘World’s Best Big Cousin” in pink font. When (S/n) went to pick up Ophelia the next day, that was the shirt she would be wearing as she ran to her mom and dad and gave them a big hug. She was taking the idea of being a big cousin as seriously as a six-year-old could. She loved the idea of having a little cousin to play with, her own baby. Though, they did have to explain that her baby cousin would be at their house and not hers.

“Oh, you got her a new shirt,” (S/n) said before gasping loudly. She looked at her younger sister in shock before passing Ophelia to her husband carefully. She then threw her arms around (Y/n) and Reneé  happily. “I am so happy for you, too! Please let me be there when you tell Mom and Dad.”

(Y/n) hugged her sister back as she gave Ophelia two thumbs up. “Even better, we have Captain Princess Ophelia, her new big cousin title, to help us.” She told (S/n). They wanted to make sure Ophelia had a big role so that she knew her aunts still loved her. This was something that (S/n) noticed, appreciated, and loved as she held onto her sister.

“You two are going to be the best parents,” (S/n) expressed happily, wiping away the tears from her face then (Y/n)’s. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice. We just went out the other night and you refused your favorite night drink: a margarita.” The group shared a laugh as they got to working on how they would tell (Y/n) and (S/n)’s parents.

[alyana-luvs-u]

we were something don't you think so?

conrad x reader

🐚▶︎ •၊���||၊|။||||| 0:10 🐚

Summary: you and conrad are fighting

song: the 1 - taylor swift

word count: 268

WARNINGS:

!swearing, !fighting, !crying

“don’t do that.” Ophelia grabs onto Conrad’s arm as he begins to turn and stalk away, coming to a halt at the electricity that shoots through his arm at her touch.

“what?”

“don’t push me away,” A tear slips out of her eye and she hurries to wipe it.

“not like before,” Conrad clenches his jaw, ignoring the sharp pain that hits his chest at the sight of her tears.

“Ophie…” He sighs.

“It’s fucking unfair Conrad! You, to pull me in and make me think that everything is okay, when it clearly isn’t!” The older boy swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing on his throat.

“I’m sorry, but you need to accept it. I’m,” He sighs, raking a hand through his hair.

“I’ve changed Ophie. Just accept.”

“so last summer was nothing?” Her voice was soft and measured. His heartbeat raced at the mention of the electrifying kiss they shared, and he groaned inwardly. He was so stressed and frustrated, with the situation with Susannah and chemo, and college was tiring. He needed a fucking break.

“I didn’t say that Ophie,” She let out a watery laugh, poking him in the chest.

“No but that’s what you mean? Don’t you?!” Ophelia yelled, before Conrad sighed. Shaking her head disappointedly, she smiled softly.

“Thought you were better then that.” With no other words needed, she turned on her heel and left, stomping up the stairs as she went.

“Ophie!” Conrad called weakly but made no move to follow her. Running a hand down his face, he sunk into the couch cushions, welcoming their soft embrace. He needed a smoke.

[rustboxstarr]

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Dad!Eddie headcons 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧

Pairings: Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Characters: Ophelia - oldest, Matt - Ophelia's boyfriend, Roxette - Youngest, Mindy - Roxette's girlfriend

Warnings: touch of angst about Eddie thinking he'll be a bad dad, fainting, cigarettes

A/N: Got the idea for the last one and had to make a whole post :)

Love yas!

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👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Eddie was scared shitless when he first heard you were pregnant, he was so scared that he would end up like his deadbeat dad and managed to convince himself exactly that, he was about to bolt until Wayne knocked some sense into him.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Eddie was a fuckin paparazzi in the hospital when Ophelia came, he was filming you asking how you felt and how long you’d been in labour, so exited… and then face planted on the floor after seeing Ophi’s little head, the mf fkn fainted. Once the delivery was over and Eddie was up on his feet again he was filming you holding Ophelia once all the nurses had left until you asked him to give you the camera and pointed it at him “So Eddie ya wanna tell us what happened during the delivery?” you said grinning, Eddie gets all embarrassed and mumbles “I fainted…”

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧When Ophelia and Roxette were younger he liked to play melodies for them on the guitar, until one day Ophelia told him to shut up and admit she was better than him. He still likes to play for them from time to time but that was the cutest thing he had ever heard his daughter say, even though part of him wasn’t completely chuffed that the four year old had learned the phrase shut up.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Ophelia came home at 15 with a boyfriend in tow, begging both of you to not be embarrassing but the second Matt tiptoed through the door nervously behind Ophi Eddie stepped up to stop the from walking pst the doormat “So Matt was it?” Eddie squared his shoulders staring down at the boy “Ophelias little boyfriend then” “Uh yes- yes sir” Matt mumbled looking down at the floor. Just as Eddie was about to ask what Matts intentions were with his daughter you push him away with a cock of your hip, him stumbling off to the side as you start “Ignore him, he thinks he’s something, Hiiiiii! It’s lovely to meet you!” bringing him in for a hug.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧The first thing Eddie said when Roxy blurted out that she was gay at the kitchen table was “Well at least you can’t get pregnant, can’t say that for you” he squinted at Ophelia as he pointed his fork. “Eddie your daughter just said she was gay..” you widen your eyes at him silently telling him to tell her it’s ok or at least something “Oh right, Roxette” he leaned towards her seriously “you think I’m stupid?” she frowned confused “No shit! You do realize we all know Mindy is your girlfriend right? Just because you’re both girls doesn’t mean that amount of giggling and touching is normal” he grinned.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Eddie started to realize Ophelia has been stealing his cigarettes, and instead of telling her off right away he waits a few months, counts each one she’s taken, adds up the price and goes into her room one day with a makeshift bill. “What is this?” she asks “This my sweet little thief is the money you owe me for stealing my cigarettes since may”

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Snow Babies

Josh x Reader (f)

Warmings: none

“Come on bugaboos! It’s time to go see Gran and Gramps!” Josh calls.

The four of you were heading to Michigan. It had been since Halloween that you’d been able to go. With bags packed and loaded into the car, you headed to the airport. You’d decided to take a 2 hour flight instead of driving 9 hours with two toddlers. Everything went smoothly once there and before you knew it, you were on the plane headed north.

The plane ride there could’ve gone better but overall wasn't bad. Your two year old, Ophelia, was antsy and cranky for the first 45 minutes. But once she got a snack, everything was right with the world. Next thing you knew, the plane was preparing for landing. 

After exiting the plane, Josh took the two year old to baggage claim and you took the four year old, Leeland, to the bathroom. The two of you finished washing your hands and headed over to baggage claim to meet up with Josh. As you drew closer, you spotted Karen and Kelly. It didn’t take long for your little one to spot them and yell, “Gran! Gramps!” and start running to them. Smiling as you walked up, you said hello and gave hugs.

When your bags finally came around, you all headed to the Kiszka house. Driving down the road, both your little ones took turns exclaiming, “Snow! Look Papa! Look Mama! Snow!”. Sure they’d seen snow before, but Nashville never had this much. 

“Are we at the North Pole Papa?” Leeland asked.

Chuckling, Josh said, “You’d think so, but no buddy. This is where Papa grew up. It’s called Frankemuth.”

“Fankmuf.” Ophelia parroted.

“That’s right Ophy. Frankenmuth.”

When you arrived at the house, both kiddos were begging to play in the snow.

“We have to take our stuff inside first. Then we can play.” Josh said.

“It’s alright, we can take them in. Let those babies play!” Karen said, motioning for Kelly to grab the bags. Smiling you and Josh took Leeland and Ophelia around to the back. 

Before you could make it back there, Leeland crouched down and scooped up some snow and threw it at Josh’s back.

“Oh so that’s how you want to play!” Josh teased, making a small snowball and throwing it back at Leeland. That was the start of an all out snowball fight. You and the kids against Josh. Laughing and screeching, the kids would run up to Josh and throw snow. He would pretend that they’d got him and fall to the ground moaning and groaning, making a big show of it. 

This lasted until Karen stuck her head out of the window and told you to come on in for hot chocolate and cookies. Upon hearing that, Leeland grabbed Ophelia’s hand and said, “Come on sissy!” and led her inside. Watching the two of them head on in, Josh slid his arm around your waist and began walking with you.

“This is what it’s all about.” He said. “Being all together and playing with our perfect snow babies.”

You smile and kiss his cheek before saying, “They are pretty perfect. What would you say if I told you that there’s another snow baby on the way?” 

Stopping mid stride, Josh turns to you. “Are you serious?” He asks and you nod your head. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it! We’re having another baby!” He exclaims.

“Actually, we’re having two babies.”

Josh’s face lights up even brighter. “Twins?!”

[yanyan-stuck]

im developing a mordbid fascination with ophanim

what if his sweets only issue was the outside world

what if they were fine once in captivity

Ophanim with a Darling Who Gains Hope from Being with Him

tw suicide

Ophanim would initially be confused, not understanding why you no longer seem hopeless. Despite his prompting, you never seem too content with the idea of dying.

You’d honestly have to be fairly sick in the head to be fine in Ophanim’s captivity, because he often demands that you severely wound him and is generally a terrible caretaker.

He might switch his tactic— rather than telling you everything is hopeless, he’ll start pitching the idea of an immortal life with him that you can only have if you choose to end your mortal life (even though every person he’s had off themself hasn’t come back either). If that doesn’t convince you to die anyways:

He’ll start having screaming fits that often devolve into violence as you continue insisting on living.

After he stops being violent he’ll usually dissolve into sobs. He thinks you hate him because you refuse to commit suicide in order to be with him “forever”.

He can’t comprehend that you could love him without wanting to die for him.

In the time between his outbursts, he is increasingly listless. He seems sort of at a loss.

The already poor quality of his care decreases, not out of malice, but because he’s in an almost catatonic emotional state.

However, he does stop forcing you to injure him. His emotional numbness seems to have quelled his masochism.

He still frequently curls up with you. He doesn’t allow you to move, and holds you tighter if you try to squirm away.

Sometimes he’ll talk, but it isn’t the sweet cooing like before— no, he whispers frantically about how little time you have left before you can choose to stay with him, how he doesn’t want to lose you, how he doesn’t understand why you don’t want to choose an eternal life with you over worldly things.

If you really can endure all this without eventually wanting to die, he’ll probably end up killing you himself in one of his fits.

In another scenario, he, in his para-catatonic state, might also neglect to properly secure your area while leaving, giving you a chance to escape. Though, do you really want to return to the outside world?

The final possibility involves him forcibly placing you back into the outside environment as a last-ditch effort to push you over the edge. But he’s scared of letting you out of his sight/captivity, so he’ll probably waffle on it for a while, or not do it at all.

[erosology]

slow, sloppy makeout sessions with captain john price :( him coming home late from work, dark, puffy bags under his eyes and the stench of cigars clinging to his skin as an indicator of how stressful the day was. His strong brow furrowed in frustration but smooths out once he sees you; his hands reaching out to you and immediately pulling you in as soon as you’re within arm’s reach; wrestling you into his clutches so you two can watch a movie and unwind together; wandering fingers tracing the bare skin of your hip as your shirt hikes up higher and higher before splaying flat across your stomach; feeling his breath dance across the back of your neck as you try your hardest to follow along to the plot

“this part is really important, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear. “you need to pay close attention”

but you can’t—not when his familiar scent is filling your nose and you can feel the strong, reliable beat of his heart knocking against his ribs and his fingers are grazing against the band of your underwear. and somewhere along the way, you find yourself facing him and all of the beauty that is him and nearly go blind with love and lust, delicate fingers tracing the outline of your eyes as if teasing to tear them out. it’d be worth it, you think, worth having the last thing you see be your lover’s tired, handsome face

and after some more teasing and giggles, you feel his soft beard tickle your cheek and nearly melt into a puddle of desperation. hands shaking with need, you pull him closer by the collar of his shirt and a chuckle reverberates in his chest—low, sweet, tender

“eager, love?”

“jus’ wan’ you, john.”

“you've got me, silly girl. always have, always will”   

his fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt as his chapped lips brush against your cheek, and then your nose, and then he slowly grazes them across yours before he slots them together. his kisses, much like him, start off slow, sensual, gentle until the sparks dance together and a fire inevitably starts and you’re choking on cigar smoke and love and other minuscule things. his calloused palms graze your thigh, stomach, sternum, anything that reminds him of how human you both are and how much he adores your skin. soft moans and groans blend together until someone opens their mouth and then suddenly, tongues are tangled together as you try and swallow each other’s pants

somewhere along the way, you’ve wound up in his lap, grinding against his hardening cock, and now his hands are on your hips and encouraging your movement. more moans tumble out of his lips followed by some curses, his lips swollen and his tongue swiping across them

“f-fuck, baby,” he pants. “slow down. i want to taste you a bit more, yeah? kiss me some more.”

and how can you resist? truth be told, you think you might be able to sit on this very couch for the rest of your life, legs wrapped around his waist and fingers tangled in his hair, lips working against his and pulling pretty noises out of his throat. and honest to god, he thinks he would allow it, maybe even indulge in it a little. because he’s here in his living room, some sort of movie he lost track of the plot of long ago playing on his television, your teeth brushing against his bottom lip as you suck it into your mouth, surrounded by love and relaxation

[ophieslibrary]

Been thinking a lot about Task Force 141 & reader today. Reader getting captured on mission & the boys worry about getting them back. Except they didn’t need to worry at all.

Getting captured on a mission and taken to a secondary location where they begin torture for information on the infamous men of the 141. But what these idiots didn’t realize is that they left the bindings just a little too loose. So naturally they’re broken, and all the enemies are killed. Brutually. They were a small team that managed to escape to a safe house of sorts, all their other comrades were killed by the boys.

Now the boys are going fucking crazy. They searched up and down the base 3 times. Nothing. They even take a few stragglers that weren’t quite gone yet. They question, interrogate, torture until finally one of these little birds sings about a safe house a couple miles from base in the woods.

The head straight there armed to the nines expecting a fire fight to the death. Instead what greets them is blood and guts and bone. Corpses littering the floor around a table. Atop the table sits their sweet, sunshine in human form, team member. Swinging legs back and forth humming a song about a bunny in the forest.

Price is proud. Taking out every enemy alone is no small feat, even if it was a smaller squad.

Ghost is relieved. Not dead and seemingly okay, minus a few minor cuts and bruises.

Gaz is terrified. Covered in blood head to toe that is clearly belonging to the corpses laying around, and just singing.(!?)

Soap.. Soap knows that song.

Little Bunny Foo Foo hopping through forest, picking up the field mice and bopping them on their heads.

xx

I’m sitting in Urgent Care waiting to see if I have Strep and I couldn’t get this out of my head. It’s a little silly but I HAD to write it.😂🩵

Requests are: OPEN

[isaut]

pov kazuha calls you tipsy with a hotdog in his hand (loaded-- ketchup, mustard, relish) and tells you your eyes are like stars your smile like the sun and your aura like the moon. are you taking him back yes or no.

[saintchrollo]

If our dear ophie ran away after finding out chrollo’s secret would he let her go or look for her?or would he find her and kill her for the trope🤭

waiting for my mcd so i am taking this moment!!! (i’m gonna ramble)

tbh i don’t think she’d run away (not bc i have the next chapters in my gdoc) but because she’s mostly upset about the halt her life is about to come to. like she’s exhausted. like kuroro was such a breath of fresh air for her and she was like “omg!!! my future!!! i can make this work!!! i’ve never considered having kids but i’d think about it with him!!! i never thought i’d get married but kuroro could be mine forever!!!” and so now she’s just like “:| what’s the point.”

anyways i know she’s supposed to be US but idk how we write chrollo x readers and don’t give the readers distinct personalities and goals and dreams because those things that make us unique are what would, ultimately, attract chrollo to even give a drop of attention.

she’s literally at this dead end again. and the easiest thing for her is either death (but chrollo is in love and does not want to do that, no matter how you flip it he’s a yandere in every au). but like damn. she over came the (self proclaimed) “i’m not living past 25” allegations and the “no man will ever love me and put up with my bullshit i’ll die alone” allegations.

so honestly. my girl our girl us is just disassociating. she thought she’d get proposed to and instead she got killed and had sex with someone she thought was her boyfriend.

so no, she’s not running. she loves the life she has (had). and she still loves kuroro. like she can’t wrap her mind around the fact that he’s chrollo leader of the phantom troupe war criminal.

& they have a big convo about all of this coming up. because you know what ELSE she’s mad at him for? not lying to her about his reality when he damn well could have. we all know chrollo could have.

i hope none of us are surprised that machi is right. but i also hope we all understand that loves makes you stupid.

anyways. to answer your question. chrollo wouldn’t find her and kill her but he’d definitely abduct her. he thinks she’s interesting to keep around. and he’s determined to. if she became a big enough issue i’m sure machi and feitan would not hesitate. esp feitan because he knows chrollo would never pick a fight w him

[rustboxstarr]

🎙️Tapping out🎙️

A lil blurb of Eddie and Ophelia coming to tap you out after you graduate military school

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Military!Reader

Eddie had sat impatiently bouncing his leg as he watched your captain make his long speech and hand out awards for various honour students. Ophelia bless the little girl had sat quietly in his lap, her big watery eyes fixating on all the things around her as they sat in the stands before the football field. He could barely register a word Captain Harlow spoke as he searched the field crowded with rows of students dressed in green, 45 minutes had passed when Ophelia began to squirm, the stadium no longer stimulating her brain.

He began stroking her back willing her not to create a fuss, hoping to a god he didn’t believe in that she wasn’t about to cry, he had stupidly forgotten the 6 month olds essentials in the car as he rushed from the parking lot to join the flood of families waiting to tap their newly made military children.

He was truly regretting his haste in getting to the stands as Ophelia began to whine, he held her to his chest and slowly rocked her back and forth, attempting to be mindful of the people sitting around him.

Finally an hour had passed and the ceremony was over, everyone excitedly leaving the hard plastic chairs to find their loved ones, Eddie was no exception. He wished everyone would walk faster as he followed the crowd out of his row and down the stairs, braking off from them when he set foot on the field.

Frantic eyes searched the field till he finally laid eyes on you once the burly muscular man moved from in front of you to hug his own family. He ran as well as he could with a little baby in his arms to find you, smiling as he saw your harsh face refusing to make eye contact with him and stare ahead to where he had previously been sat.

“Look Ophi! Look it’s mommy!” He pointed towards you as he took long strides between the clumps of people, he adjusted his hold of her to turn her towards you, her eyes finding yours as he got closer. Finally he arrived in front of you, your face never wavering in its professional manner, but he spotted the tears begin to collect by your waterlines.

“You gonna give mommy a hug? Here” he took the little girls pudgy arm extending it to touch softly at your neck, suddenly the professional demeanour dropped and you wrapped your hands around the little girl, tears dripping down your cheeks.

Eddie was quick to wrap his arms around you as you switched to holding Ophelia in one hand, desperately embracing Eddie in a tight grasp.

[ackermansupremacy]

happy birthday ophi

(even tho u rejected my request of aslan x reader 💔💋)

Thank u aslan anon

I’ll write you the most beautiful aslan x reader anyone has ever seen

[erosology]

simon riley obsessed with casual affection but too proud to verbally admit it so he just sorta initiates it when you least expect it.

pulls you into his lap when you're trying to clean and he's tired of you paying attention to anything but him. “si, i need to—” “i don't care. stay.”

gently bumps his head against yours until you get the message to run your fingers through his hair. “didn't know you were such a softy,” you coo. “i am not a softy,” he snaps, but there's far more bark than bite and he looks far too content to be anything other than infatuated.

traces the fabric of your pants during quiet moments when you both are doing your own things without even realizing how soothing it is until you shift in your seat. pulls your leg back into his reach and resumes his ministrations, his eyes on whatever has his attention but his heart in your chest.

“don't,” he whispers in your ear when you shift away from him in the morning in order to start waking up, and it's so close to a whine you find your heart collapsing in on itself.

“don’t what?” you breathe, almost in disbelief to hear the glass in his voice. “you don’t want me to get up yet?”

“no.” there’s a tremble, a shaking of vocal chords that shows you more than any straying hands and greedy arms could ever. a fragile beat of caged hope that maybe, just maybe, he can keep you with him a little longer. “please. ‘m not ready.”

i’m not ready to go back to pretending like i don’t need you. i’m not ready to put on this charade of carefully constructed callousness so i can keep you safe from corrupted heroes and unstable futures. i’m not ready to slip the mask back into place and ignore the blood staining my hands. i’m not ready to watch you live your life while preparing to not be a part of it in the slim chance that we lose this war. i’m not ready to let you go, not yet, not while we’re both still vulnerable and shielded from the world.

“okay,” you mumble back as you tuck your legs against his. “i’ll stay.”