#rps fic

[bensonsrandy]

this is for a very VERY small target audience but i wanted to let the rock paper scissors cartoon enjoyers know i recently i finally finished my papercut fic!!

rating: explicit | archive warning: no archive warnings apply | category: M/M

relationships: Scissors/Paper, Sandpaper/Pencil, Rock & Paper & Scissors

word count: 9.3k, 2/2 chapters :)

notable tags: human AU, there was only one bed, intricate rituals, etc…

it was so fun to write, i hope yall like it!😭

[maybanksprincess]

trouble sleeping? // j.m

warnings: fluff, cuddling, kissing, pet names.

summary: jjs girlfriend is having trouble sleeping <3

small blurb for my baby @jjblunts requested by this ask, i hope you like it!

for a couple days now, you've been having sleeping problems. when you lay in bed, you toss and turn for hours until you fall asleep, waking up with a sore back and grouchy from the lack of sleep.

however, jj has been noticing the slight changes in appearance and mood from you. he's been noticing dark circles starting to form, and the way you've been super quiet all day, and drinking multiple cups of coffee to stay awake.

he didnt know what was going on, but he knew he wanted to help. so tonight, instead of laying on the couch, he comes in to sleep with you instead.

you had been laying on your back, desperately trying to get just an ounce of sleep, but there was no use. you let out a huff of frustration and turn onto your side, hugging the pillows close to you.

as your fighting to fall asleep, you hear the door creaking, meaning someone has entered the room. you open you eyes to see the blonde standing above you.

he reaches down to carress your cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb across it. "hey babydoll. you cant sleep?" he asks softly.

you smile softly up at him, a tired and weak smile on your face. "no..." you shake your head.

he sighs, sliding into bed next to you gently moving you over by your waist to make room for him. "why didn't you tell me baby? you know i would've came to sleep with you." he says, running his fingers through your hair gently.

you lean into his touch, resting your head on his pec. "i dunno, didn't wanna bother you..."

he chuckles softly "baby your never bothering me. jus' go to sleep, hm?" he says, and moves your hair away from your face to kiss your forehead.

within minutes, your softly snoring in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

he smiles, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. "sweet dreams, sweetheart." he says before falling asleep, holding your body against his protectively.

[sevsbunny]

guys 😵‍💫

um. creaming around sevika’s three long, thick fingers…are you guys with me?

okay she’s got you on her lap in the last drop and she’s on her second to last card game. she’s about maybe two cigars in, three drinks of whiskey and two blunts (one thanks to you that you so graciously rolled her)

and while this is all happening, she has her fingers deep in your cunt. circling her thumb on your clit while curling and pumping her fingers slowly in and out of your pussy…and when the men need a break from a game and go get a drink from the bar, she’s fucking into you fast, your slick dripping down her wrist and onto the booth seat

“dirty fucking girl,” her hand is fucking soaked of you, and her eyes are dark while she keeps her gaze on you while rubbing your clit with your thumb. “letting me fuck you in public, look how fucking wet your cunt gets.” your whining and whimpering against her shoulder to muffle your moans and she’s chuckling darkly at the action

“needy fucking baby,” she mumbles before slowing her movements as she hears the men coming back. “better be quiet or i won’t let you cum when i win.”

[yeehawpim]

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[dreaminguponlilypads]

LATE HOURS.

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Simon didn’t expect it to get this late.

After weeks away on deployment, he was finally coming home to you. He knew you had planned something special—had seen the soft excitement in your messages, the warmth in your voice when you called that morning. He had every intention of coming straight home, of wrapping you in his arms and making up for lost time.

But then Soap had clapped him on the shoulder. “C’mon, mate. One drink, yeah? Then you can run home to yer missus.”

It was just supposed to be one drink.

Then one turned to two. Two turned to three. He barely remembered pulling out his phone, fingers clumsy over the screen as he sent you a few scattered texts.

Eat without me, sweetheart. I’ll be home soon.

But “soon” had stretched longer than he intended. By the time he stumbled through the front door, it was almost 11pm. His stomach twisted at the sight before him.

You were asleep on the couch, head tipped back at an uncomfortable angle, dressed in something that made his mouth water. You had gone through the trouble of making yourself up for him, of setting the table, of preparing his favorite meal—now long cold.

A candle burned low in the center of the table, flickering weakly as it threatened to go out.

You had waited for him.

Not just waited—you hadn’t even eaten. Your plate was as untouched as his.

The weight of it sank into him, heavy and suffocating. He ran a gloved hand over his face, the buzz from the alcohol doing nothing to dull the sharp edge of guilt cutting through his chest.

With careful hands, he reached out and brushed his fingers over your cheek, thumb ghosting along your jaw.

“Luv,” his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Gonna get a bad neck if you sleep here.”

You stirred at his touch, blinking blearily before your eyes settled on him. Relief flickered over your features, then something else—something tired, something sad.

“You’re late,” you murmured, voice thick with sleep.

He exhaled sharply, kneeling beside you. “I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I—” He hesitated, knowing that excuses wouldn’t make up for it. “I should’ve come straight home.”

Your gaze flickered to the table, to the cold dinner, to the burnt-out candle. “I wanted tonight to be special,” you admitted softly with a soft whine, and that shattered him more than any battlefield injury ever could.

“I know, love. And it still can be,” he promised, guilt tightening around his throat. He reached for your hand, pressing it against his chest like an oath. “Lemme make it up to you.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch. “You’re a bastard sometimes, Simon.”

He huffed out a breath, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Aye. But I’m your bastard.”

[tinythebunni]

15 minutes!! Rafe Cameron

Rafe has barely been outside the door 2 seconds before it’s swinging open and he’s being yanked inside. he takes a glance at whatever hulk just pulled him inside and realizes it’s you. he almost wants to yell at you for opening the door in your tiny ass tank top and lace boy shorts, but he doesn’t. only reason why? you’re already on your knees, salivating at the sight of his bulge.

you palm him through his pants and when he reaches to pull you up for a kiss you shove him back with such force it scares him for a second. he doesn’t get a chance to think about it though. your nimble hands are already pulling his work pants down to his ankles. Rafe’s mouth is wide, pupils blown and head all fuzzy. it’s like you’re a completely different person.

you suck his tip through his boxers. lapping at the shaft and sucking what precum you can through the cloth. it’s a sticky situation but it makes it more fun for you. you’re not just teasing him, but also yourself. he sees a hand between your legs and knows you’re getting off to this. the realization makes his head fall back against the door, your moans vibrating against his aching cock.

he probably looks like an idiot with the way he’s shuffling his boxers down his legs like a little teenage boy. he doesn’t care tho, he just wants you to suck him off and see the tears fall from your eyes as you try and fight off your gag reflex so you can take him as much as possible.

when you finally take him into your mouth it’s like Rafe is having his first blowie all over again. he’s trying so hard not to cum already but it’s so hard with how warm your mouth is. it’s so wet and it’s so disgusting and oh my god you’re humming around his tip, it feels so good. he looks down to try and beg you to give him a second but when he makes eye contact with you you’re eyes are glimmering and that eyebrow of yours raises in question. he’s moaning now, loud and sinful. he can’t even keep quiet how good you’re making him feel and he’s hoping, no PRAYING, that you have all the windows closed. his hand claps against his mouth in an attempt to keep himself quiet but you shake your head at that, slapping his thigh in disappointment.

your tongue is twitching against the bottom half of his cock when you stay there for a second, before pulling up with vigor and swirling your tongue around the tip. you repeat this a few times, noticing how each time Rafe’s legs shake a little more. when he’s getting closer to cumming you think about your end goal, the reason you did all this and it’s egging you on.

what makes rafe tip over the edge is how you take your mouth off his cock with a pop, and he’s almost ready to cry because he was so fucking close. he doesn’t even get a chance to whine though, your hand already stroking him and your mouth lapping at his balls and sucking and pulling on them. it’s so good and it’s so much and he can’t take it. he’s moaning all over the place, chest flushed and sweaty, head reeling all over the place. he can’t even think straight without you making his legs jelly and his mouth slot open.

he doesn’t notice how you keep looking at the watch on his wrist until he’s finally pushing your head down on the last thrust into your mouth, the one that sends him reeling and cumming down your throat. the warm liquid leaving u giddy and silly! you cum right after him, fingers still rubbing your clit in time with his orgasm and the thrusts from before. once you cum, you dip your fingers into your hole and get them nice and wet for him. Rafe watches as you stand up on slightly shaky legs and shove your fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he sucks all that flavor off your fingers and into his throat. he opens his eyes and sees your mouth in a pouty o, your cheeks flushed and panties soaked. when you finally remove your fingers he can catch his breath to ask “what was that for?”

“wanted to see if i could make u cum in 15 minutes or less!” and with that you bounce off to his room, looking back at him halfway up the stairs. a tease and an invitation.

‘oh hell yea’ Rafe thinks, following you, almost tripping over his pants that he forgot was around his ankles.

[berryeemmy]

texts between bf!rafe and gf!reader

warnings: sexual contact

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[you-have-a-metal-arm]

JAMES?

pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

Warnings : Just general fluff

Summary : When you call Bucky “James”—a name no one else dares to use—he reveals to a stunned Steve and Sam.

Authors Note : Hey y’all i’m back!!! Enjoy this fic 🙈

You stood quietly in the doorway, arms crossed as you watched him. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his temples, and his jaw was set in that stubborn way it always was when he refused to admit he was hurting. You let out a soft sigh. You hated seeing him like this—so hard on himself, so weighed down by things he didn’t deserve to carry.

He didn’t notice you at first, too lost in his own storm. But you stepped forward, not hesitating for a second.

“James.”

Your voice cut through the room like a blade, soft yet sharp enough to reach him. The sound made him freeze mid-punch, his metal fist stopping inches from the bag. His head turned slowly, his stormy blue eyes locking onto yours. And in an instant, the tension in his shoulders melted. His gaze softened in a way that made your heart ache, because you knew—you knew—no one else ever got to see him like this.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something warmer. Something vulnerable.

Steve, halfway through a set of sit-ups in the corner, dropped to the floor in disbelief. “Wait—what?”

Sam, leaning lazily against the wall with a water bottle in hand, nearly spit out his drink. “Hold the hell up,” he said, straightening. “Did she just call you James?”

Steve sat up fully now, wiping his forehead with his shirt and glaring at Bucky like he’d just witnessed a miracle. “She did. And—” his voice faltered as he pointed a finger at Bucky, “—you’re okay with it?”

Bucky glanced at Steve, then at Sam, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. But when he looked back at you, something in his expression shifted. He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Yeah. So?”

Sam’s jaw practically hit the floor. “So? You nearly ripped my arm off when I tried calling you that one time!”

Steve nodded furiously. “He’s not exaggerating. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t ever call me that again unless you want to find out how fast I can break your jaw.’”

“Exactly!” Sam threw his hands up. “And now she just waltzes in here, says James like it’s nothing, and you’re—what? Cool with it?”

Bucky’s gaze hardened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “She’s not you.”

“Oh, no, we get that,” Sam said sarcastically. “But why the hell is she the exception?”

Bucky didn’t answer right away. His hand flexed at his side—flesh and metal both—but his focus stayed on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your face as if grounding himself. Finally, he said, quietly but with conviction, “Because she’s mine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Steve and Sam exchanged a look—a mixture of shock, disbelief, and maybe even a little amusement—but neither of them dared to speak.

You, however, raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Yours, huh?”

Bucky’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t back down. His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Yeah. Mine.”

“God,” Sam muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “This is so disgustingly soft, I think I’m gonna puke.”

“Agreed,” Steve said, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he stood up. “You two can have your… moment. We’ll leave.”

As the door closed behind them, you turned back to Bucky, who was already watching you like you were the only thing that mattered. His expression had softened completely now, the rough edges smoothed out into something raw, something real.

“James,” you said again, stepping closer, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his lips parted slightly like he needed to hear it just one more time.

“Yeah?” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” you said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of damp hair away from his face. “Come take a break.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face like he was searching for something. “I just… I didn’t want to bother you. I needed to work it out.”

“James,” you said, firmer this time, and his breath hitched like the sound of his name from your lips alone was enough to shake him. “You don’t have to do this alone. Not anymore.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and his hand—metal and warm and steady—reached up to wrap around yours. He held it there, against his cheek, like he was afraid you might pull away. “It’s not just the name,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “When you say it… it’s different. It feels… good.”

Your heart swelled, and you gave him a small, reassuring smile. “That’s because I love you, James. All of you. Even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, they were glassy, like he was fighting to keep the emotions at bay. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Stop it,” you said gently, stepping closer until your foreheads touched. “You deserve everything. And I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just held you there, close, his arms wrapping around your waist like you were the only thing anchoring him to the world. And maybe, in some ways, you were.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“James,” you murmured, brushing your nose against his. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

A soft, broken laugh escaped him, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re all I’ve got,” he whispered, his voice muffled but full of emotion. “And you’re all I need.”

You held him there, running your fingers through his hair, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself just be. Vulnerable. Loved. Yours.

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[littlelamy]

rafe’s panty obsession

it wasn’t supposed to be like this. rafe cameron didn’t do infatuation—not like this, not this utterly consumed way where the line between obsession and desire blurred until it was just... madness. he had meant to just grab one pair of your panties, a stupid, reckless thrill to satisfy the darker corners of his mind. just one, and he’d be done.

that was five trips ago.

now here he was, sneaking back into your house again, his chest tight and pulse racing. it was the fifth time this week, and rafe couldn’t stop himself. not even a stern talk in the mirror about how insane this was had deterred him. it wasn’t like you didn’t like having him over; you practically glowed whenever he swung by, which only made it worse. you thought he just enjoyed hanging out at your place, enamored by your sweet personality or the way your laugh lit up the room.

and okay, yeah, rafe did like those things. but they weren’t the reason he kept coming back. no, the reason was tucked away in your hamper and drawers, lacy and delicate, scented faintly with your arousal. he was utterly hooked on the thought of you wearing them, of the intimate glimpse they gave into your world. and it wasn’t just about the panties—though, god, they made him lose his mind. it was you, the sweet innocence you exuded, that made his obsession spiral.

if only he knew you weren’t as innocent as you seemed.

you had noticed rafe’s peculiar behavior weeks ago. at first, you brushed it off as just him being rafe—arrogant, charming, always lingering too long in your personal space. but then, you’d caught him red-handed, fumbling with your drawer when he thought you were in the shower. he hadn’t seen you peek around the corner, hadn’t noticed the way your jaw had dropped when he slipped a pair of your panties into his pocket and left like nothing had happened.

it wasn’t disgust you felt, surprisingly. it was pure lust.

instead of confronting him, you decided to watch. you started paying closer attention to his movements when he was over, strategically leaving him alone in your room just to see if he’d do it again. he did. every single time. and you, instead of stopping him, started taking pictures. at first, they were innocent enough—just snapshots of him rummaging around like a guilty little boy. but then, the photos became something else. you began capturing the way his brows furrowed in concentration, the way his jaw clenched when he held your panties to his nose and inhaled like a man starved.

you couldn’t explain why it turned you on, but it did.

now, weeks later, you had a collection of photos hidden in your phone, and the sight of rafe in your room no longer shocked you. tonight, he was particularly bold. you had invited him over for dinner, and he had made some excuse about needing to use the bathroom. you knew better. quietly, you followed him up the stairs, camera ready, as he slipped into your bedroom.

rafe’s hands shook as he opened your drawer. he hated how addicted he had become to this. it was like his brain short-circuited every time he got close to your stuff. he grabbed a pale pink pair this time, the fabric soft and delicate between his fingers. his imagination ran wild—thinking about you wearing them, thinking about peeling them off you.

“you really can’t help yourself, huh?”

rafe froze. his blood ran cold, the pink panties still clutched in his hand as your voice broke the silence. slowly, he turned around, his face flushing a deep crimson when he saw you standing in the doorway, phone in hand, a knowing smirk on your lips.

“y/n,” he stammered, his voice thick with panic. “i—this isn’t—”

“oh, don’t even bother lying,” you interrupted, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind you. “i’ve known for weeks, rafe. you’re not exactly subtle.”

his mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. you held up your phone, showing him a picture you’d taken just days ago of him with your lacy panties in his hand, taking a deep inhale of the seat.

“i have a whole collection,” you teased, your smirk growing wider. “you’re not the only one with a little... obsession.”

rafe’s eyes darkened at your words. “what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice low and edged with something dangerous.

you shrugged, moving closer. “i’ve been watching you. taking pictures. at first, i thought it was just funny, you sneaking around like a kid caught stealing candy. but then...” you trailed off, tilting your head as you met his gaze. “then i realized i kind of liked it.”

his breath hitched. “you... like it?”

“maybe,” you said coyly. “but i also like idea of you pleasuring yourself to my panties.”

rafe swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. he felt trapped, exposed, but the way you were looking at him—with a mix of amusement and something far darker—made his blood heat. “so, what now?” he asked, his voice thick with tension. “you gonna tell me to get out? call the cops?”

you laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made his stomach flip. “no, rafe. i’m not gonna kick you out. but i think it’s time we stop pretending.”

“pretending?”

“that i’m this innocent little thing you’ve built up in your head,” you said, stepping closer until you were just inches away. “i know what you’ve been doing, and i let you. hell, i wanted you to. but now, i think it’s time you earn what you’ve been sneaking around for.”

rafe’s mouth went dry. “what does that mean?”

you smiled, reaching out to pluck the pink panties from his hand. “it means,” you said, your voice dropping to a whisper, “you don’t have to steal anymore.”

his heart was a drum in his chest, loud and erratic, drowning out the world around him. your words hung in the air, daring him to cross the line he’d been skirting for weeks. your lips curved into a teasing smile, your gaze unwavering as you stepped even closer, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating off you.

“y/n,” he murmured, your name barely audible over the pounding in his ears. his hands clenched at his sides, torn between pulling you closer and keeping some semblance of control.

“what’s wrong, rafe?” you asked softly, your voice dripping with challenge. “you were bold enough to sneak into my room. now you’re scared to touch me?”

his restraint snapped. in a swift motion, his hands cupped your face, and his lips crashed against yours. the kiss was messy, heated, and filled with weeks of pent-up frustration. your hands flew to his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as you kissed him back just as fervently. his tongue slid against yours, claiming, searching, as if trying to drink in every bit of you he could.

you moaned softly into his mouth, and rafe swore he saw stars. his hands roamed down, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. the pink panties you’d taken from him fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

when you finally broke apart, your breaths mingled in the small space between you. your lips were swollen, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes sparkled with something that made rafe’s knees weak.

“guess you’re not as shy as i thought,” you teased, your voice breathless.

“you drive me insane, y’know that?” he muttered, his forehead pressing against yours. his thumb traced your cheek, softer now, though the fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed.

“good,” you said, smirking as your fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt. “because i’m not done with you yet.”

rafe’s grin mirrored yours, all sharp edges and wicked intent. “oh, trust me, neither am i.”

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➴ chose a line of dialogue, an emotion and a setting (a number, letter, + a creature), and write/request to your heart’s content!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a piece of dialogue

꒰ 1 ꒱ “i can’t fucking believe this.”

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ 3 ꒱ “it’s not safe here anymore- we need to leave. now!”

꒰ 4 ꒱ “you know how much i care about you.”

꒰ 5 ꒱ “they’re never going to hurt you again.”

꒰ 6 ꒱ “here, let’s get you warmed up.”

꒰ 7 ꒱ “i didn’t do it. please, you have to believe me!”

꒰ 8 ꒱ “i’m taking you home, and that’s that.”

꒰ 9 ꒱ “do you trust me?”

꒰ 10 ꒱ “i can’t sleep either. mind if i join you?”

꒰ 11 ꒱ “you’re not your worst mistake.”

꒰ 12 ꒱ “try and eat, if you can. it’ll make you feel better.”

꒰ 13 ꒱ “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

꒰ 14 ꒱ “they’re going to surround us. we need to get ready.”

꒰ 15 ꒱ “i need you to leave.”

꒰ 16 ꒱ “we can’t be seen together like this. not anymore.”

꒰ 17 ꒱ “it’s dangerous. i need you to know that before you agree.”

꒰ 18 ꒱ “it’s just one night- surely sharing a bed for that long won’t kill us.”

꒰ 19 ꒱ “it’s getting dark, we should think about heading back.”

꒰ 20 ꒱ “what have i told you about coming here?!”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ an emotion

꒰ A ꒱ disdain

꒰ B ꒱ grief

꒰ C ꒱ ecstasy

꒰ D ꒱ disbelief

꒰ E ꒱ anxiety

꒰ F ꒱ contentment

꒰ G ꒱ drunkenness

꒰ H ꒱ enjoyment

꒰ I ꒱ confusion

꒰ J ꒱ fear

꒰ K ꒱ hunger

꒰ L ꒱ relief

꒰ M ꒱ distrust

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ O ꒱ delight

꒰ P ꒱ hurt

꒰ Q ꒱ love

꒰ R ꒱ sickness

꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion

꒰ T ꒱ betrayal

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a setting

꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ the corner bed in a hospital ward

꒰ 𓅨 ꒱ a spare bedroom

꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ an alleyway behind a dive bar

꒰ 𓃰 ꒱ a mountainside shrouded in fog

꒰ 𓃗 ꒱ a skeevy motel just off the highway

꒰ 𓃱 ꒱ a barren industrial plant in the middle of nowhere

꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club

꒰ 𓆟 ꒱ the war room of a military blacksite

꒰ 𓆈 ꒱ the produce aisle of a 24/7 supermarket

꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

꒰ 𓅟 ꒱ the walk-in fridge of a failing restaurant

꒰ 𓃵 ꒱ a rickety old barn’s hayloft

꒰ 𓃓 ꒱ at work, far later than you should be

꒰ 𓆌 ꒱ a stranger’s bed at dawn

꒰ 𓆏 ꒱ an airplane hanger

꒰ 𓅭 ꒱ a medical bay that stinks of antiseptic and fear

꒰ 𓆗 ꒱ the kitchen of a derelict house

꒰ 𓃢 ꒱ the dressing room of a luxury department store

꒰ 𓆧 ꒱ the place where grassy plains meet desert dunes

꒰ 𓃔 ꒱ a beach at low tide

[maybanksprincess]

jj maybank headcannons!

warnings: none, pure fluff!

requested by this ask! thank you anon <3

pairings: boyfriend!jj x shy!girlfriend!reader <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always has to tutor jj because he cant listen in class for shit. lucky for him, his girlfriend has all the notes, cause shes observant <3

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who tugs on jjs arm when shes ready to leave a public setting, or just wants to get out of a conversation, luckily her boyfriend is good at making excuses.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who always asks jj to order her food for her in a drive thru, or when waiters take their order, cause shes too shy to tell them what she wants, afraid she will stutter or say something wrong.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who hates going on on dates in public, not because shes embarrased of jj, but because shes scared she will get mean looks.

ᥫ᭡ shy!girl!reader who texts jj when she meets up with him at a place, making him come get her instead of finding him her self

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always has to make the first move in the relationship, whether it be the first kiss, first time having sex, first time sleepover, etc. but ofc he doesnt mind, because he loves how shy his girl is, he knows that shes only his.

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who doesnt pay attention in school on purpose, so that when he gets home he can call his pretty girlfriend over to teach it to him instead of a lame teacher <3

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who constantly does goofy things to try and get you to bring out your goofy side that he hardly sees

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who randomly pecks your lips or your forehead, during conversations with others when your sitting on his lap, to let you know he's still there

𓆉 boyfriend!jj who always lets you rant about books or movies to him, even if he doesn't understand because he doesn't ever wanna not hear you talk.

[bookished]

( a collection of starters or dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <𝟑 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"You don’t get it, do you? Every time I walk away, the ground pulls me back toward you like I’m tethered to this place, to you!"

"I swear, even the rain mocks me, falling harder every time I try to forget you!"

"Why is it that every time I try to move on, the stars spell out your name like they’re taunting me?"

"I hate how every single flower blooms brighter when I think of you! It’s like even nature is against me!"

"I can’t stand it! Every time I get close to letting you go, the wind whispers your name, like it won’t let me forget!"

"Every time I try to bury these feelings, the earth shakes beneath my feet as if it knows what I’m doing!"

"I’ve tried to walk away a hundred times, but every shadow, every flicker of light reminds me of you. It’s like you haunt me!"

"Even the ocean keeps pulling me back to the shore where we stood. Do you know how infuriating that is? I’m drowning in memories of you!"

"Every time I close my eyes, the wind rushes in like it’s carrying your scent! I can’t escape you, even in my dreams!"

"I’ve screamed at the stars, demanded they stop reminding me of you, but they just burn brighter. They know, don’t they? They know!"

"You have no idea how much I’ve fought against this, how much I’ve tried to tear you out of my life, but even the trees whisper your name!"

"It’s like the moon itself mocks me, shining brighter whenever I think of you! It’s unbearable!"

"I hate how even the fire crackles louder when I’m angry with you, like it’s feeding on my frustration! But I can’t stop!"

"Do you know what it’s like to try and forget you, only for the rivers to murmur your name every time I pass by?"

"I curse your name every time I see the sun set, but it still paints the sky in colors that remind me of you!"

"I tried to burn the letters, the memories, but the fire wouldn’t take them! It’s like the universe won’t let me forget you!"

"Every time I get close to leaving, the stars realign, the air shifts, and it feels like the world won’t let me go!"

"You think I want to feel this way? Even the storms rise up when I try to let you go, like the sky is angry at me!"

"I’ve tried to bury it, to push you out, but even the ground beneath me trembles with your name!"

"Every time I get close to moving on, the world bends in your direction! Why can’t I escape this?"

[sevsbunny]

fingering! (r) um. sevika is needy. thinking with her own pussy here. asks are open! not proof read — just a drabble!

EIGHTEEN PLUS! MINORS AND MEN DNI.

werewolf!sevika that scents you out in your heat…

you guys are long time friends, knowing each other through mutual packs but never really mingling together.

honestly she didn’t really bat an eyelash over to you until you had your first heat around her. you tried to conceal it, not wanting to blow her off with plans of going out, but you did have a hard time keeping still

especially when she was going through a rut herself seeing you like that…

werewolf!sevika who’s sharp canines drag softly over the pulse of your neck, right where she’d mark you. her hands gripping your hands tightly above your head as she kisses your sensitive skin on your neck

“smell divine, pet.” she mumbles and your body writhes against hers, feeling her heat against yours. the only thing keeping yourselves from touching bare was the flimsy fucking underwear and boxers that were soaked

“shh, shh… patience…” she bites down on your neck softly, making you gasp. the sensation made your body thrum with excitement, heat flushing over your cheeks and skin

werewolf!sevika who starts grinding her clothed cunt over yours, still managing to bump her swollen clit against yours. your left leg wrapped around her hip, ball of your foot digging into the plush of her ass. your right left behind hitched up against your chest — the burn of muscle on the back of your thigh subsiding as she takes one of her hands from the holds of your wrists, and slips it in between the two of yours heat

“whatdya’ want, sweetheart?” she loves asking, knowing the only words that tumble out of your mouth are a soft ‘please’ and ‘need you’

she smirks as she presses her pointer and middle finger together, and firmly against the length of your clothed cunt. she lets out a soft gasp. “these are soaked. this all for me, pet?”

whimpering at the nickname you nod, bringing your hips to meet more of her touch. she smirks down at you, your eyes flickering up the length of her body. taking her hand she slips your underwear aside to fully touch your cunt, moaning at how slick you are

werewolf!sevika that starts dipping her fingers into your dripping hole, pressing her hips into you in the process, her eyes blown out with lust looking down at you as your eyes never leave the sight between the two of your bodies

“sev…” you whine gently, your hands still above your head held by her mech arm, but she wasn’t paying attention. she could only focus in on how wet your cunt felt around her fingers, how you soaked the underwear you were wearing and how much her own pussy throbbed

“shh, let me take care of you, baby.” she murmurs before slipping her two digits all the way in, making you moan out softly as she curls them. “that’s it,” she leans down, pressing her face back into your neck and nosing the edge of her nose into your skin.

she rocks her hips into you along with her fingers dipping in and out of you, soft bated moans and breaths leaving the two of you, her cunt throbbing with each thrust her of her hips against you.

“taking my fingers so good, mm,” her head is swimming with thoughts, wishing she could fuck you with her dick. her clit pulsed with each through she had of fucking yoi with her dick, making you take her cum like a good girl

werewolf!sevika that growls as she suddenly grips onto your tighter,“my fingers feel good, baby?” she kisses your skin softly as you nod out with a moan. she knew you were too talkative while she fucked you — but the pretty sounds she mace come out of you was worth it

“you’re so good for me, my good girl.” she groans against you as she grazes the tips of her sharp canines over your throat again, a slight moan leaving your lips at the action. she snarls, nipping the skin harshly before sucking. pumping her fingers faster in your cunt, her clit bumps against the back of her own palm making her groan into you.

the bed creaks with each heavy thrust of her own hips against you and she feels her clit throb each thrust, her cunt getting wetter. fuck, she needs to feel you more, deeper.

“sev, please, fuck…” you whine out, not even sure what you’re asking for but that doesn’t matter to sevika. she’s right there with you

“i know baby, i know. daddy’s gonna make it all better. stretching you out on my fingers to take my cock, hm?” you nod, eyes slipping closed as she fucked you harder. her eyes travel over your body, watching your tits bounce with each thrust, the sound of your slick coating her fingers and making the most obscene sound

“fuck,” she mutters, biting her lip as she feels a sheen of sweat collect on her brow. “fuck baby, you’re so good,” she feels her own stomach clench as she feels your cunt squeeze her fingers, telling her your close

“you gonna cum baby?” you nod in response, biting your lip and your hips bucking in response with each thrust. it’s overwhelming but not enough at the same time

werewolf!sevika that let’s go of your wrists to hold your hip, fucking you harder against her as she feels you throb around her fingers, her boxers completely soaked as her cunt clenched around fucking nothing

her clit throbbing against her palm and cumming as she feels you squirt around her hands, your clit pulsing under her palm. she groans, leaning her forehead against your shoulder as she heaves slightly, your hands coming to rest around her neck to pull her closer in a needing way

“vika..” you moan into her ear, your cunt squeezing her fingers for more, needing her deeper. “more, please.” she lets out a grunt as you start to move your hips again, and her clit throbs in response.

“good girl for saying please.”

[dreaminguponlilypads]

HOLY FUCK!!! I absolutely adored “punishment”!! You did really well writing it, had me HOOKED

Would love to see a part 2, please (no pressure tho! I appreciate whatever you decide to post <33)

ofccc!!

PUNISHMENT PT.2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

pt.1

The days that followed were unbearable.

Simon had faced impossible odds before. He had survived missions that should have been his last, endured horrors that would break lesser men. But nothing—nothing—felt as gut-wrenching as the way you now looked through him like he wasn’t even there.

You weren’t avoiding him, not outright. You still showed up for training, still ate meals with the others, still followed orders with the same precision and focus that made you an asset to the team.

But to him? You had gone silent.

Every glance you used to give him—soft, full of warmth—was now vacant. Every touch, every whispered joke between you both, had vanished. If he spoke to you, all he got in return was a clipped nod or a quiet hum of acknowledgment.

He was losing you.

And it was his own damn fault.

Simon tried everything.

At first, he kept it simple—small gestures, reminders that he wasn’t giving up. He’d leave a cup of coffee on your desk the way he used to. You never touched it. He’d linger beside you during training, offering help or pointers. You’d take instruction from anyone but him.

He hated it.

Then, one night, he found himself standing outside your door, his fingers hovering just above the wood.

He had rehearsed what he wanted to say over and over. Had tried to figure out how to fix what he broke. But for the first time in years, words failed him.

So he knocked.

Silence.

He tried again. “Love.” His voice was quiet, rough with emotion.

Nothing.

Simon exhaled sharply, resting his forehead against the door. “Please.”

Still, you didn’t answer.

But he could feel you on the other side.

His hands clenched at his sides. He could walk away. Give you space. But the thought of losing you, of letting this fester, made something cold settle in his chest.

So he did what he had never done before.

He let himself be vulnerable.

“I never deserved you,” he murmured. “I know that.” He let out a slow breath. “And I sure as hell don’t deserve another chance after what I did. But I need you to know… it stopped being a joke the second I met you.”

Silence.

Simon pressed on. “I was an idiot. I thought I didn’t need anyone. That I didn’t deserve anyone. But you—you came into my life, and you made me want more.”

His throat tightened. “You made me better.”

He swallowed hard, his fingers grazing the ring box in his pocket.

“I was going to propose.” His voice was barely above a whisper now. “Not because of a bet. Not because of guilt. But because I love you. Because I want a life with you.”

A long pause. Then—

The door didn’t open.

But he heard the quietest hitch of your breath.

It was enough.

For now.

-

The next day, Simon didn’t push. He didn’t hover, didn’t force conversation. He gave you space.

But during a morning briefing, when he passed by you to take his seat, he caught the smallest thing—

A cup of coffee.

Placed beside his usual seat.

Your silent way of saying you had heard him.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t ready to let him go either.

Simon knew better than to rush things.

The coffee had been a small olive branch, but it didn’t mean everything was okay. You were still distant, still guarded, but you hadn’t completely shut him out—and that was enough to keep him from spiraling.

He took it slow. Kept his distance but made sure you knew he was there. When you needed extra ammo at the range, he was the first to hand it over. When you stayed behind after training to work on close-quarters combat, he was the one holding the pads, letting you take out your frustration in controlled strikes.

And when you finally—finally—looked at him without that hollow expression in your eyes, he knew there was still hope.

It was nearly a week later when you finally spoke to him.

You found him sitting outside, mask pulled down, a cigarette burning between his fingers. It was late—most of the base had already settled in for the night. The sky stretched above, dark and endless.

You hesitated.

He noticed.

“Didn’t think I’d see you out here,” he murmured, flicking the ash from his cigarette. He didn’t look at you, didn’t push—just let you decide how much space you needed.

You sat down beside him, leaving just enough distance that he felt the absence of your usual warmth.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then—

“I don’t know how to fix this.” Your voice was quiet, raw.

Simon inhaled deeply, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before finally turning to look at you. “I don’t either,” he admitted. “But I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You swallowed, your fingers curling around the fabric of your fatigues. “I trusted you.” Your voice wavered slightly. “You made me believe I was worth something, that I—” You exhaled shakily. “And then I find out it started as some bet?”

Regret twisted in his chest. “I know.”

“No, you don’t.” Your voice sharpened, but not with anger—just pain. “You don’t know what it’s like to finally feel wanted, only to realize it was never real to begin with.”

Simon clenched his jaw. “It was real,” he said firmly. “Maybe not at first. And maybe I was too much of a coward to tell you sooner. But everything after that first date? That was real.”

You searched his face, eyes flickering over every inch of him like you were trying to determine if he was telling the truth.

And then, so quietly he almost missed it—

“I don’t know if I can trust you again.”

The words hit harder than any bullet.

For someone who hardly trusted anyone, it sure hurt more than it should've.

Simon exhaled, his grip tightening around the cigarette before he finally put it out. “Then let me earn it back.” His voice was steady, unwavering. “However long it takes.”

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t leave, either.

Instead, after a long silence, you leaned just slightly against him, the smallest shift, barely noticeable—but he felt it.

And Simon knew.

You weren’t ready to forgive him.

But you weren’t ready to walk away, either.