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gogotti · 6 days ago

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Simon “Ghost” Riley/Fem! Reader NSFW

Thinking thoughts…..thinking so many thoughts. This is very self indulgent btw 😚 (that’s why it’s she/her instead of “you”). This also isn’t my typical style I just wrote this out so fast cause I NEEDED this to live in more than just my head lmfao

Warnings: ghost being kinda weird, obsessed!Ghost, breeding mentions, reader gets head, massage with evil intentions lmfao, this man is way to happy to have a wife

Ghost who’s just a bit too obsessed with the new seargent on the team, who constantly makes sure he’s the one who delivers her paperwork so he can point out the silly little decorations in her office, just so he can learn the name of her desk pets or hear the story behind the figurines and funkos strewn about. He makes sure to get her favorite coffee order once he learns what it is (he definitely didn’t snoop around in her morning trash after kindly offering to take it out), and always makes sure to get some snacks along with it.

He stands a bit too close to her and makes her look up at him over the rims of her glasses- she looks so pretty batting her lashes up at him (she’s literally just blinking). It gets to the point that he leans over her desk while she’s typing away, so focused on her work but making sure to look at him every once in a while as he rants about god knows what. Speaking of, shes so much shorter than him so he gets away with staring at her lips as she rants about some pissy lieutenant on base or the recruits she has to train. He makes sure he doesn’t get caught lecturing them or yelling their ears off in her honor.

He absolutely starts picking up some of her slang and using it mid sentence just to see her face twist in confusion when he uses it wrong or amusement because he uses it at all. Absolutely pretends to not hear her say something just so he can hear the frustration in her pretty voice as she repeats it for the 3rd time (he’s ears aren’t what they used to be, love, that’s all). Loves aggravating her, misplacing things in her office, eating the last of her snacks, all so he can hear how angry she gets when she notices or how whiny she gets when she sees the wrapper in the trash. (Dammit Johnny, how could you do that to her?)

It all begins to overflow when they’re assigned an undercover mission together, newlyweds in a nice gated neighborhood. Unfortunately for them the security feeds in the house are all monitored by the very people they’re trying to expose, so not only do they have to be all lovey dovey in public but also behind closed doors. He takes the news so much better than she (or Laswell for that matter) thought he would and he makes it very very apparent on the drive there that he’s going to make her feel oh so special. He doesn’t hesitate to book hair and lash appointments, he wouldn’t dare forget her nails either (especially not her toes, he’s definitely making sure he has something pretty to suck on).

He knows his restraint is gonna be tested when she greets him at the front door after work, the house smelling like a good home cooked meal, and a pretty apron still tied around her waist. It takes everything in him to not bend her over the countertop and take her when she starts making his plate, all he can do is slowly untie her apron and place it to the side, thanking all the higher powers for his patience.

He can’t stop himself when he comes home late one night, exhausted from hard labor and finding her laid out so nicely on their bed, one of his shirts covering her slightly, just enough for her pretty panties to peak out from underneath. He just plops himself down on her legs and feigns giving her a massage, ignoring her protests that she should be giving him the massage. He lies through his teeth about knowing all the chores she did, and being so proud and thankful and oop…

Well of course he’s gonna be hard when she’s making all those pretty noises as he gets that nasty knot out of her lower back, and he’s also so pent up because he’s been so stressed lately from work and today was extra hard because of this, that, and the third. It doesn’t take long for him to start humping her like a fucking animal, grunting and growling as his stiff cock soaks his work pants with precum. God, her ass is so soft and he could only let the mental image of the recoil fuel his desire further; now hooking an arm under her plump waist and pulling her into him harder than necessary but how else would he give her a sneak peak of what he’s gonna give her later. He knew his cum was leaking through and soaking her panties and he couldn’t give less of a fuck, the only thing crossing his mind was the thought of the little wet spot she’d have herself.

Well, he’d definitely think about making it worse as he ate her out through her panties, listening to his pretty little pup’s whines as she begged him to take them off, to play with his puppy the right way. He couldn’t tell her no, god he’d be so good at following orders, ripping off her underwear so quick and going to town on her pretty cunt. He would make the most obscene noises, all the slurping and sucking, his heavy pants as his tounge greedily lapped at her pussy (you’d think he was the pup with the whines he’d let out when she shoved his head closer).

He’d make her cum three, four times with his tounge, all while pathetically humping the bed. He’d bury himself in her cunt, finally letting her close her thick thighs around his head and suffocate him while he came hard. He isn’t finished of course, now he needs to bury his fat cock in her, make sure he doesn’t waste his next load becuase he needs to breed his pretty wife. So what, if this was a 4 month mission, she signed the papers, fake names or not, she was his pretty little housewife. He wouldn’t stop if she was tired, hell he was fucking exhausted already but none of that mattered, she needed to be satisfied, filled to the brim with cum because he can’t believe he made his wife wait this long for a good ol’ fashioned fucking. He should have fucked her stupid the day he brought her home, all wrapped up in that pretty wedding dress that hugged every single last one of her curves in a way that made him fist his cock that night in the shower.

He’d repay his debts, make sure her cunt was filled as she fell asleep next to him. Then he’d kiss her puffy pussy in the morning, whispering meaningless apologies because he was NOT sorry; he’d make her breakfast in bed and make sure to bring a painkiller on the way back to their room, he could only imagine how sore her thighs were too.

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #cod smut #cod x reader #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost x reader

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sweet-and-sour-bites · 1 month ago

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haii hhii ^^ tbh i'm actually surprised that there isn't any smoked cheese cookie request as of now, but if i may──can i request a smoked cheese x reader? preferably in a silly scenario where they are married (am i putting my delusional ahh here? nooooo :3)

i like to think across the new update, if by chance smoked cheese cookie has his dearest soulcheese (? is that how you say it) or any bit or remains of his dearest or a reminder of em, he would actually yap and mention em 24/7, even at the most irrelevant times he would mention his beloved :3 (golden cheese cookie in the other hand is trying her best not to make him shut up because it's about the 100th time that he already yapped about his spouse),

whether or not its a hc is completely upto you! take your time btw ^^! if you will do thos request then thank you!

Of course babes! One Smoked Cheese Cookie whos whipped coming right up.

☁️Smoked Cheese Cookie x Gn!Reader

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Smoked Cheese Cookie loved you. As the citizens of the Golden Cheese Kingdom prepare for the oncoming battle against the beast, Smoked Cheese Cookie would not stop talking about you. From ramblings of admiration and love to worrying about your safety; you are always on his mind.

But who could blame him. You loved him just as much. Always doting on him, making sure he's okay. When he tried to overthrow Golden Cheese Cookie, while you disagreed with what he was doing, you didn't leave his side. You stood by him, loyal to the end.

He loves you dearly, and he shows you as much as he can. He makes you meals as often as he can. He holds you close and as tightly as possible. He even wrote you a song and a bunch of poems. It's clear to everyone that he loves you.

However, others can only take so much of his voice shouting your praise for so long. *Sigh* "Smoked Cheese Cookie, please rest your tongue for a minute. (Y/n) Cookie is safe back home. You needn't go on a spiral of worry."

The cookie looks at his majesty and sighs as well. "Apologies your radiance. I just need to know that they are okay." The queen nods but doesn't say anything else. Smoked Cheese Cookie walks away from the tent and stands at the edge of a cliff, surveying the land. He reaches for a pendant around his neck and opens the locket. Inside is a picture of you and him on your wedding day.

Adorned with gold and flowers, your smile shines brighter than anything else around. He holds you close and smiles at you, nothing but love in his eyes. With a content smile, he breathes out and closes the locket. Looking up and over the land, he feels his resolve grow ever stronger, all so he can win this fight and return to you, his beloved.

Walking away, he heads to his tent. Entering, he stops in surprise at the sight of a cheese bird resting on his bed with a note tied to his leg. Walking over, he takes the letter and reads it.

"Dear Smoked Cheese Cookie, it's been some time since we've been together. I miss you dearly, my love. I long to hold you and hear your voice. I hope the day you return to me comes soon. I hope you and the others fair well against the beast and return safely. Until then, though, these letters must suffice. I won't take up any more of your time, but I do hope you write back. From your love, (Y/n) Cookie."

Smoked Cheese Cookie smiles as he reads the letter. He's glad to know you are okay and he is happy to know you miss him too. He makes his way to his desk and pulls out the supplies he needs to write you a letter back. He'll tell you his thoughts and his feelings and how he wishes to be in your arms as well.

To be with you and love every part of you.

#cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #smoked cheese cookie #smoked cheese cookie x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #crk

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nerujikam · 11 months ago

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Coincidence? I think not.

Modern!AU | mizu x fem!reader

tags fluff, meet cute(?), drabble, mentions of other characters

words around 400

a/n is this my first fic here? anyways, a little warning this was a complete brainfart. its 3 am and i typed this on my notes app so, obv not beta proofed. related to this btw? will crosspost this to ao3 later!!

a/n crossposted on my ao3 here!

"Oh, sorry."

You looked up to where the voice was coming from. A tall raven haired woman clad in a cropped checkered knit in a blazer, sleeves folded up to her elbow. Her hair was put in a tight bun, strands of hair falling on her face, looking down on you after barging the kitchen.

Looks... familiar.

You were in the midst of getting out a plain cake for the host's, Akemi's, birthday today. With the people coming in on the dining room and living room, Akemi had to greet them leaving the counter a mess prior from cooking a big meal. Hence you squatting down to the floor and make shift the cake box as a cake stand.

"No problem. Sorry, I was..."

"For Akemi?" she cut, pointing at the cake on the floor.

You nodded, "Yeah, it's a surprise. She doesn't know," you stood up to free some space from the mess on the counter.

She walked up towards you, "I'll help you with those,"

You mutter a small thanks, reaching down to the cake carefully before finally placing it on the counter.

"Thanks so much, um...?"

"Mizu,"

You mentioned back your name,

"Nice meeting you," you shook her hand, calloused, "I think we were in the same class?" you wondered.

"You think so, too?"

"Uh-huh, Research Method?"

"Right." Mizu nodded.

Ah, that’s where...

As you cut open the piping bag to decorate the cake, you took a glance outside the kitchen, checking who else is already here. Ringo and Taigen who came in moments ago after you, setting up the dishes they brought on the dining table. An older woman and a bunch of girls piling up with Akemi in the living room, catching up with her. All that’s left were her boyfriend (who planned this surprise cake) and a few of your friends.

Amidst that, one thing amusing catches your eyes. You scanned through one more time before looking back at Mizu to check. She was in the middle of tidying up dishes. You let out a chuckle.

"What's up?" Mizu questioned upon your amusement. You gave her a second glance before continuing squeezing down the decorative whipped cream,

"I think we're the only ones in a tartan tonight," you smiled at the tiny coincidence. Silly, you thought.

Mizu looked down on her own top. Light brown knit with a subtle checkered pattern under her blazers. She averts her stare to your brown skirt, also checkered. You stared at Mizu checking you up as her eyes trailed up, finally locked eyes with you. You were lost under her blue irises for a moment, forgetting the whipped cream in your hands. You felt your heart stammering before quickly letting out an awkward giggle, going back to work on your cake.

The same blue eyes lingered on you for a little more while.

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iM so crazy for her. crazy? i was crazy once.

#neruites #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu #blue eye samurai x you #blue eye samurai #bes fic #mizu fic #mizu smut #bes smut

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libraryofolive · 4 months ago

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i have a drabble request and i hope it makes sense but i was thinking of when reader is dating jjk men (the usually group you do) and then you guys are out on a date or something but then they just propose out of nowhere or something along the lines 🥰 just thinking something like that would be cute🥹 love your work btw❤️🫶🏼

Proposals

featuring: Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto (didn't defect au), Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna (true form), Takuma Ino and Hiromi Higuruma

genre: pure fluff, drabbles

word count: 6k

a/n: Thank you so much for the request anon, I had a lot of fun with these! I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Like this? You can find my other smaus here and my drabbles and fiics here!

Do you have a request? You can find my rules for requesting here!

To say Gojo was a nervous wreck was an understatement. You were quite possibly the only thing in the entire world that had his palms sweaty and his heart beating a little too quickly. He was Satoru Gojo, for crying out loud - he was the strongest sorcerer of the modern day, yet you had him reduced to a bundle of nerves akin to a blushing schoolboy. He was patting his pocket every time you looked away, checking again and again that that little square box was still there. He could take down a curse without breaking a sweat, so why was he so goddamn nervous?

Earlier that day, he had taken you out and pampered you to the extreme. He always spoiled you rotten, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, date nights were often date days, your loving Satoru taking you out to buy a new outfit especially for the date he was going to take you on that night, usually topping it off with a nice meal at some high end restaurant. You had no idea about the treasure hidden away in his blazer pocket, chalking his nervous jittering up to a sugar high.

After a delicious, albeit incredibly expensive meal, Satoru had convinced you to walk the scenic route back to your shared home. Calling it the ‘long way home’ may have been an understatement, as he lead you in the opposite direction you expected, heading further away from your apartment rather than towards it.

“Toru, my feet hurt. Can we please head home? I’m so tired.” You said after 15 minutes of walking.

“I promise baby, just a tiny bit longer. Then we’ll go straight home.” He pulled you along by your arm, practically dragging you along with him as his pace quickened and quickened. You sighed, giving in to his antics, knowing that when he got like this it was easier to just go along with him.

Eventually, he brought you to a clearing in a park, the trees covered in strings of fairy lights. You took in the scene before you, the warm glow from the fairy lights illuminating the clearing, and the flower petals lining the ground of it. Satoru gently took hold of both your hands, standing in front of you, a big smile on his face and tears glistening in his already captivating eyes.

“Baby, I have never been happier than when I’m with you. You have always supported me, even in my less than mature ideas. With you, I don’t have to be Satoru Gojo, the strongest. I can just be your Toru, your boyfriend who is head over heals in love with you. But that’s not enough for me anymore - would you, please, let me be your Toru, your husband? Will you marry me?”

When Nanako and Mimiko had burst into your room, claiming that Suguru had a big surprise for you that day, but they couldn’t tell you what it was, your interest was piqued pretty quickly. The girls were never the best at keeping secrets, often telling you all about what your boyfriend had planned for you out of sheer excitement. However, this time, when you asked them what he had planned, they went quiet and giggled. You pressed them a bit further, asking again what he had planned, but they just shook their heads and continued laughing. They refused to answer you, and this was certainly out of the ordinary.

Your earlier interaction with the girls was in the back of your mind throughout your date. You weren’t anxious, just.. anticipating what surprise could possibly so top secret not even the twins would tell you about it. Suguru seemed perfectly relaxed as the two of you wandered around the art gallery he had brought you to, often comparing you to the artwork adorning the walls. He knew you loved quiet outings like this, and he loved the way you stood and studied the art that filled the rooms. He held your hand the entire way around, happily letting you drag him between the pieces you wanted to admire as long as it meant he got to admire you.

Eventually your stomach started to rumble, so the two of you decided to head home. The thought of trying to cook wasn’t a pleasant one, and you find yourself hoping that you boyfriend’s big surprise was just getting some take out so you could both relax with your girls. Suguru had entrusted them to the care of their Uncle Gojo today, so you could have the whole day to yourselves, Suguru had said, but the way he smiled as he said it made you think it was part of the surprise they had warned you about.

You walked into your apartment, the sunset making the open living room glow. What took you back, though, was that the furniture had all been moved to the edges of the room, leaving a wide open space in the middle, flower petals covering the floor. Suguru led you to the middle of the room when soft music started playing from the speakers around the room.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, brow furrowing at your partner.

“You are the most amazing partner I could have ever asked for. You love me - and the girls - so unconditionally, and I don’t know how the hell we survived before I met you. You are the glue that holds our little family together, and you fight for us every single day. Just being around you makes my day so much brighter, we- I can’t live without you.”

“Suguru…” You whispered. As he started to sink onto one knee, everything clicked into place. This was what the girls were talking about earlier - your theory solidified by the high pitched giggles you heard coming from their bedroom. You peeled your eyes away from Suguru, looking over in that direction, and sure enough, you could see three eyes watching you through a crack in the door way.

“Gojo is watching you propose?” You giggled at Suguru.

“He what?” The man in front of you turned around, eyes narrowing at his best friend who stood in a poor attempt at hiding with the twins. He grumbled slightly before turning back around to face you. “Why did I trust him to help?”

“It’s okay baby, it’s all kind of perfect.” You reassured your lover.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, it hurts. Will you marry me?”

Wining and dining you was Nanami’s specialty. Every restaurant he took you to was amazing - he knew all the best spots in town for whatever cuisine you might be in the mood for. You both loved food and eating well, especially if it meant enjoying a nice meal in each other’s company. However, this meant that when it was time to propose to you, Nanami felt like a simple candlelit dinner at a nice restaurant was too boring, too mundane. You two were always going out for dinner, so surely something as monumental as a proposal needed something more special, right?

He had thought about how to propose for months. Buying you a ring was the easy part, but actually planning his proposal? Nothing he could ever come up with felt good enough for you. You were so perfect, the light of his life, so he reasoned you deserved the perfect proposal too. Nothing too elaborate, he decided, as the more there was to it the more there was that could possibly go wrong.

You had noticed a slight change in your boyfriend over the last couple of months. He seemed more distant, more prone to zoning out. It worried you - every time you brought him back to the real world with a mention of his name he seemed flustered, his face going red, but also... frustrated? The first few times it happened, you brushed it off, guessing that something must have happened at work. Recently, though, it had been happening more and more often, which led to you confronting him one night.

That night, you had cooked a hearty meal together, opening one of your nicer bottles of wine. You decided to wait until after dinner to talk to your boyfriend, hoping that having full bellies - and a glass or two of wine - would take the edge of what could turn into a prickly conversation.

“Ken, we need to talk.” At your words, Nanami’s heart stopped. That was break up speech, he thought, if only he had been quicker with his proposal. Why did he fester on it for so long?

“Is everything okay, honey?” He tried to keep his cool, but his heart had started beating too quickly, as if it was trying to make up for his previous palpitation. His palms were sweaty as he reached for his glass, willing his hands not to shake.

“You’ve been a bit… distant, lately.”

“Distant?”

“Okay, maybe distant isn’t the right word for it. Distracted, maybe.”

“Distracted?” He hated himself for it, but Nanami stopped hearing your words as his thoughts spiralled. If he was listening, he’d know there was no chance you were ending the relationship, your words full of reassurance, offering comfort and to share whatever burden had him so distracted. But he wasn’t listening, instead internally freaking out over the fact that he thought you were going to break up with him because he was too busy thinking about how to fucking propose to you that he didn’t actually pay enough attention to you. That he was so fixated on making everything perfect for the currently fictional proposal he had negatively impacted the real relationship he had.

“Marry me.” He blurted out, interrupting you. You blinked at him, mouth open as if it was forming your next word, which it probably was before your partner spoke.

“What?” You gaped, eyebrows practically meeting your hairline.

“I- oh my god.” Nanami patted his pockets, shit, he had left the ring box in his blazer pocket. He had had the ring on his person ever since he bought it, heaven forbid he lose it or that you find it prematurely. Not that it mattered anymore, thanks to his impromptu proposal. He stood up, accidentally knocking the table as he did so. “Just - excuse me, for one moment. Stay there, please.” He rushed to where he had previously discarded the blazer of his suit, which was hanging on the back of your shared bedroom’s door.

“Kento, did you just- come back, we should talk about this.” You stood up, ready to follow him, also knocking into the table, but you managed to tip over your wine glass. “Shit.” You reached for some tissues to mop up the spilt wine as Nanami emerged from your shared bedroom, holding a small box.

“I am so sorry, my love. This was not how I imagined doing this.” He got on one knee, opening the box to reveal a stunning engagement ring, “You mentioned me being distracted earlier, and I have to admit, I have been. But only because I have been agonising over how to ask you one simple question - really, who knew four little words would bring me such frustration? You deserved a proposal as wonderful as you are, and I can’t begin to explain how happy you make me. My whole life I was just floating around, doing what everyone told me I should without real meaning. But you, being with you, brought me the meaning that I was missing. I apologise for being distracted sweetheart, and for just blurting this out without a real plan, but the thought of you leaving me-”

“Who the hell mentioned me leaving you-”

“The thought of you leaving me had me so distraught that I just had to ask. Please, darling, will you marry me?”

When it came to proposing to you, Choso went straight to his brother for advice. With all the films Yuji had watched, Choso reasoned he must have some ideas about how to go about it, or at least how it was supposed to go. Yuji had told Choso a basic formula he could adapt to suit you - buy a nice ring, big romantic gesture, down on one knee and ask the question after a big romantic speech. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult, right?

Wrong. Choso was stressed. He loved how observant you are, how well tuned you can be to his thoughts and feelings, but God did he wish you’d turn it off sometimes. It was great when he came home after a long day, and he didn’t have to say anything, you just knew he was upset and knew exactly what to do to help him. But when you had picked up on his nerves, and he didn’t have a lie prepared to get you off his back (not to mention just how bad Choso was at lying to you in particular) he had stuttered out some lame excuse as to why he was so nervous. Okay, maybe not a lame excuse, but rather a crazy, completely over the top one.

“I’m only nervous, because…erm…” his face heated up, “Yuji is in the hospital!” Choso had smiled, proud of himself for making up an excuse on the spot. But to you, Choso had a mad grin on the face at the thought of his younger brother - who meant the entire world to him - being in the hospital. Yeah, you called bullshit. You had seen Choso freak out because Yuji had once nicked his finger when chopping vegetables one night whilst he helped Choso cook dinner. If Yuji was in the hospital, Choso would be sat next to him close to tears. Your boyfriend never lied to you, and your eyes narrowed in suspicion. However, the thought of seeing just how far Choso would take this lie was an interesting one, so you decided to play along.

“Yuji’s in the hospital?” You forced your voice to sound concerned, “what happened? Is he okay? We should be there! Let’s go, now!”

“Er, no.”

“No? What do you mean no? You’re little brother’s in the hospital, he needs your support right now!”

“I, er, I didn’t mean no, I mean that erm, we can’t, because er, visiting hours are over! We have to leave him be so he can rest.” Oh how his blushing face and proud-of-himself smile made him so adorable. Why did he have to be so cute when he was lying to you?

“I- then we’ll go sit in the waiting room or something. He’s like my little brother too, Cho, I want to make sure he’s okay.” Choso’s heart swelled at your words, at your insistence to go and check on Yuji, even if it was thwarting his plans slightly. If anything, it only made him more sure that he wanted to marry you, to be yours forever. Family was everything to Choso - Yuji was everything to Choso - so knowing that you cared so fiercely about him too was the best feeling in the world.

“Okay. We’ll head over there now.” He conceded, grabbing his keys. You didn’t expect that to be his answer - shit, was Yuji actually in the hospital? Was he okay? What was going on? Choso was freaking out just as much as you were. Why did he say that? Would everything be ready? You would be there hours earlier than planned. Wow, he thought, I really suck at this.

The two of you climbed into Choso’s car, him driving. The car was full of nervous energy and an awkward silence filled only by the radio. “Are you sure we’re heading the right way, Cho? I thought the hospital was in the other direction?” You eventually asked him. What the ever loving fuck was going on? Were you being kidnapped? He had been acting weird lately, was this why?

“We just have to make one stop on the way. I promise we won’t be too long.” Choso smiled at you in what he thought was a reassuring way, but it just made your suspicion grow. Eventually he brough you to… a strawberry picking field?

“Cho, as cute as it is that you brought me to where we had our first date, I really think we should head to the hospital if Yuji’s there. Reminiscing can wait.” You said, on edge.

“Please, just, trust me?” You nodded your head sceptically, giving in to your boyfriend’s whims. He grabbed your hand excitedly, pulling you along with him to the end of the field. There you saw a pink head of hair that was undeniably Yuji - at least you knew that your initial guess was right and that Yuji was okay - but then what the hell did the two brothers have planned? You were swimming in questions, the lake full of them that was your mind only getting deeper with every step.

“Cho, you’re early! I just finished setting up.” Yuji also looked nervous. You halted your steps, demanding answers from the boys.

“I’m not taking another step until the two of you tell me what is going on. You told me Yuji was in the hospital, Choso. I didn’t believe you at first, but then you started acting really weird and I got worried and thank God he’s okay but what the fuck are you two up to?”

“You told her I was in the hospital?” Yuji turned to his brother, confusion all over his face.

“Please, lovely. Everything will make sense in a few minutes. Just trust me for a tiny bit longer? Please?”

“Yeah, c’mon y/n. I’ve been setting this surprise up all day. Trust us?” They both turned to you, matching puppy dog eyes pleading with you on both their faces. It was times like this where you could really see the family resemblance.

“Fine.” You sighed, making Choso pick up your hand again and drag you another 100 metres or so. There you found a big picnic all set out, complete with the cliché plaid blanket and wicker picnic basket. It was overflowing with all of your favourite foods, and there were a few battery powered tea lights scattered about. You took a few steps forward in surprise, taking it all in.

“What- what is this?” You tuned back to face your boyfriend, only to be met with him on one knee, holding up a pretty ring in a box that resembled a strawberry. Yuji was off to one side, filming the two of you on his phone, a wide smile on his face as he gave Choso a thumbs up in encouragement. A gasp escaped you, your face breaking out into a wide grin.

“Family is everything to me,” Your boyfriend started, “you’ve always known that. You treat my family as your own, you always have. I mean, you were just freaking out because I accidentally told you Yuji was in the hospital-” ”You’re such a bad liar, baby-”

“I know.” He chuckled, “You love and accept me, and always have. But when I saw that love and care extend to my brother, well I knew I had to marry you. My whole life, I’ve been told I’m just half curse - a monster. But with you, I’ve always felt so human, so whole. I’m addicted to that feeling, to your love, to you, I, I can’t live without you. I won’t live without you. So, will you marry me?"

A proposal from Sukuna, was, well, less of a question and more of a command. You were one of his concubines - the key word being ‘were’ because for a long time now you had been more than that to him, not that he wanted to admit it. He still kept the other concubines around, sure, but that was for reputation more than anything. Dismissing those other women would mean the king of curses admitting that he felt something for you, something you never thought he would do. Until now.

You were summoned to his throne room - not the most unusual thing in the world, sometimes Sukuna liked to have a pretty thing like you on his lap to show off to the servants as he went about his business as the King of Curses. As you made your way to it, the rest of the estate was eerily quiet. Often you would walk past the other concubines, their teasing laughs and scathing remarks made out of jealousy following you around. The King of Curses had never had favourites before, treating all of his concubines equally (like scum on the bottom of his shoe, the way he had always treated everyone) until you captivated him. All of a sudden his attention was solely on you, wanting only you to warm his bed or decorate his arm.

You arrived to the throne room, and there was Sukuna in all his might, his usual cocky smirk decorating his face. The entire estate was there, watching you - it made you pause. Sukuna beckoned you over, and you find your place in his lap. One pair of his arms situated themselves around your waist, and one of his remaining hands cupped your face. He brought your lips to his own, kissing you hungrily. At this point, you had grown out of being embarrassed at such public displays - everyone was beneath Sukuna, so why should he care what they thought of him and his actions? If he wanted to kiss you, hold you, perhaps even take you, why would the presence of these people stop him?

He pulled away from you, still holding your face.

“You are to be my queen.” He said.

“What?” You were taken aback, brows furrowing.

“You are going to marry me and become my queen. You are to permanently move into my chambers, and a tailor will be with you later today for fittings.”

“Sukuna, my lord-”

“Are you trying to deny me?” His gaze turned ice cold, enough to induce a shiver down you spine and goosebumps along your arm. His grip on your waist tightened in warning.

“No! Of course not, my Lord!” His grip relaxed.

“Good. We will discuss this no more. You will wear this as proof that you are mine.” He produced a ring, slipping it onto your finger. It was beautiful, you had to admit, and it fit you like a glove. You wished that his proposal could have been more romantic, or at least a bit more private, but this was Sukuna, what could you really expect?

You and Toji Fushiguro had been dating for two years now, and you were incredibly happy. You had been one of Megumi’s teachers, drawn to his handsome father but refusing to act on your feelings, deciding it would be improper to fraternize with the parent of one of your students. However, on Megumi’s last day of school, and the last day of being your student, Toji showed up to collect Megumi, but not leaving until you had agreed to go on a date with him. It was the beginning of a joyous - if sometimes tumultuous - relationship.

You knew about Toji’s first marriage with Megumi’s mother. He had told you briefly about it at the beginning of your relationship, and you had learnt more details as the relationship progressed. Because of it, you had never expected marriage out of Toji, especially with the connotations of loss he held with it. What you didn’t know, however, was that as Toji learnt to love again - through loving you - he realised that marrying you wouldn’t take away from his previous marriage. He saw how your eyes sometimes lingered on wedding dresses in the windows of shops you passed by, or the way you so eagerly fawned over your friends’ engagement rings. Soon he was thinking about how he would propose to you, and before he knew it, he was buying a ring.

It was a simple proposal - all-out romantic gestures were never really Toji’s thing. He took you out for a nice dinner, for which he dressed himself up in a suit. Seeing him all dressed up set off bells in your head, not quite alarm bells, bur rather a signal that something was happening on your date. Toji never got dressed up unless something was truly important, hell, you had to force him into a pair of slacks when he met your parents. So Toji dressing smartly out of his own accord? Yeah, something was going on.

The restaurant he took you to was fancy. What was even fancier was that Toji had reserved the terrace completely for the two of you, which was entirely lit with the soft glow of candlelight. The two of you enjoyed your meal together, but you couldn’t help but wonder what your boyfriend was up to. Once your desserts were clear, and you two were on your last drink of the evening, Toji slid a small velvet box your way over the table.

“Oh? A gift?” You asked.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Toji’s voice was quiet, the way it sometimes gets when he’s nervous.

“What’s the occasion?” You gently picked up the box, opening it to reveal the elegant ring inside. You gasped.

“Doll, I love you so much.” Toji’s words were slow, and those that don’t know him may mistake them as hesitant. But you knew they were only slow to keep in emotions that were threatening to overflow. “After my first wife died, I was so lost- I didn’t know what to do with myself. But then I saw you with Megs, looking all pretty in that summer dress you were wearing, so kind, that I went insane. I spent that entire year trying to pluck up the courage to ask you out, and on the last day I knew it was my last chance. You said yes, and I looked crazy, couldn’t stop smiling - even Megumi asked if I was okay. And every day since, you just keep making me happier and happier. Will you marry me?”

When it came to Ino Takuma wanting to propose to you, there was one person he knew exactly who to ask for advice. But when he explained everything to his mentor, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed with Nanami’s answer.

“To be perfectly honest, Ino, I’m not sure if I can help you with this. It should be completely from you. Just be genuine and speak from the heart. I’ve seen the way the two of you look at each other, I’m sure they will be happy with whatever you come up with.” Be genuine. Speak from the heart. Ino could do that! But proposals are a big deal, and he wanted to do something romantic for you. A surprise of some sort. But what? He wanted it to be as special as you are to him, something that showed you just how much he loved you. Ino spent a long time thinking about it, probably a little bit longer than he would like to admit.

Eventually, he settled on an intimate proposal, just the two of you. He brought you to an open field with a bunch of your favourite snacks packed for an evening of stargazing. Your evening was perfect - a nice night out with your favourite person in the world, spending hours laughing and enjoying each other’s company (and making out), just the two of you.

Although, you picked up on your boyfriend’s nervous energy pretty quickly. He was jittery, and he kept patting his pockets like he was scared of losing something. You clocked on to the fact that he had something else for your night planned, but were clueless as to what. He also kept sighing, as if he was working up the courage to say something, before chickening out again. Eventually, you couldn’t take it much longer. The two of you were lead out on the picnic blanket, your head on his chest, one of his arms around you and the other under his head when you finally asked.

“Is everything okay, Takuma? You seem to be sighing a whole lot over there.” You lifted your head to look up at him, resting your chin on his chest.

“What? Yeah, all good baby. You don’t have to worry about me!” Ino smiled at you, but there was still a nervous energy surrounding him. You let it go, though, until it happened again.

“Okay, that’s it.” You sat up, making your boyfriend prop himself up on his forearms to look at you, eyebrow’s raised, “I appreciate that you want this to be a cute date night, but I can’t just sit here and relax if something’s bothering you. Talk to me ‘Kuma, what’s up?”

“Nothing’s bothering me, per se, I’m just nervous ‘bout something.”

“Nervous? About what?” You asked as you watched Ino stand up, before lowering himself onto one knee.

“About this.” He brought the ring box out of his pocket, opening up to reveal the ring he had bought you. Any words you wanted to say got caught in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. “You are just, so amazing. I can’t fathom the idea of not being with you. When I first saw you, I knew that you were going to be the person I ask to marry me. You’re so kind, and thoughtful, and beautiful, and I just love you so, so much. Will you marry me?”

Recently, your handsome lawyer of a boyfriend had been incredibly busy with work. You couldn’t blame him, knowing how busy his firm had gotten and how dedicated he was to his clients, desperately trying to get them that ‘not guilty’ verdict. As much as you didn’t hold any malice to Hiromi Higuruma for his busy schedule, you couldn’t help but miss your lover. He was leaving for work earlier and earlier, and returning home later and later, to the point where there were days you didn’t see him at all, the only evidence of his presence being the crumpled sheets on his side of the bed. Before long, you brought up your feelings to him, surprising him at work one day and forcing him to take a lunch break for once. He understood your every word, and the two of you decided you would go on a much needed date that weekend, so that you could really spend some quality time together.

What you didn’t know, though, was that whilst yes, one of the reasons for Hiromi’s absence from home was due to an increased workload, another was for planning a proposal, which he had planned to take place that weekend. So when you told him that you missed him, his heart hurt, but when you suggested a date that weekend he eagerly agreed - telling you to leave all of the planning up to him. You had protested, claiming that he already had enough on his plate, and that you could handle this, but he refused the idea. He had been planning this for weeks, after all.

It started with him surprising you with a bunch of sunflowers at your workplace on the Friday, along with a note instructing you to go to a certain address when you went on your lunch break. Your colleagues noticed how much more chipper you were that day, and their questions were answered with you sighing happily and gushing over your boyfriend. You went to the address Hiromi had given you, finding yourself at a nail salon. You went in and told the technician what had happened earlier that day, to which she smiled knowingly and asked you how you wanted your nails doing. Confused, you told her you didn’t have an appointment, to which she informed you that your boyfriend had made one on your behalf, instructing them to charge it to his card and to tell you to let him treat you and to get whatever you wanted.

You returned to work, admiring your freshly done nails, but stomach grumbling. Between getting to the salon, getting your nails done and getting back to work you hadn’t had any time to buy some food, and you had left your lunch at home. However as you sat down at your desk you found your favourite take out waiting for you, with a note.

Enjoy, my love. There are more surprises to come. - H

Your heart swelled with love for your boyfriend. He was pampering you to the extreme, as if he was giving you all of the attention you had craved for the past few weeks in one day.

The rest of the work day was uneventful, until Hiromi himself came to pick you up from work. A weekend getaway, he explained. He had already packed for you, and the two of you were leaving immediately. He couldn’t get distracted by his work if he wasn’t near any of his work, he had reasoned. So you let him whisk you away to a log cabin in the woods that he had rented for the weekend for the two of you. The broad grin you were wearing never left your face as the two of you drove, happy to once again have the undivided attention of your lover.

Your first night in the cabin, the two of you cooked together and had a quiet night in to recharge from a busy work week together. The next day, though, was planned in excruciating detail by your boyfriend.

It started with a hearty breakfast, before spending the day at a woodland spa together. Then, it was back to the cabin to get ready for a nice meal at a local restaurant, and then a late night walk to the lake that was a short distance away from your cabin. All in all, it was a relaxing day spent at each other’s side, catching up on all the time together the two of you had missed recently. As you got to the lake, you stood taking photos of it on your phone, the beauty of the scene, lit up in the silver moonlight, rendering you speechless. What left you more speechless, though, was when you turned around to try to convince your boyfriend to take a picture with you. But when you turned around, he was on one knee.

“My love, I have to apologise for being so busy these past few weeks. It’s true that my workload got bigger, but it also coincided with me planning this weekend for you, so that I could ask you this question. You mean everything to me. You are my reason for waking up in the morning, and are the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. You keep me sane, you stop me from working myself into an early grave, and I find no other comfort that can compare to being in your arms. Will you marry me?”

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samkerrworshipper · 10 months ago

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simce u asked for blurbs i have some ideas xxxx

leah x reader where reader gets her tongue or belly button pierced without telling leah

leah x reader where leah gets jealous of reader for having to do a media day vid with a touchy male player

awfc x reader where reader and kyra are just pranksters (cuz i loved sticker charts sm 🥹🥹🥹)

DONT FEEL PRESSURE TO DO THESE BTW! but if this helps then perfect 🥰🥰🥰

tongue twister | lw6 x reader blurb

it’s short, it’s sweet, it’s the only thing getting me out of my writers block lol

warnings: minor sexual implications and maybe some minor swearing

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It’s fairly normal routine for Leah to beeline straight towards you after any trip that includes her leaving for longer than 24 hours. Hell, the girl always seeks you out even after she’s gotten home after a two gotten home after a two hour training session but she’s always especially clingy after being on international camp.

It’s worsened significantly since her return from her acl injury, considering that for months she hardly had to leave your side.

So it’s no surprise that before Leah even takes her shoes off she’s rushing into your kitchen, her luggage bag long forgotten at the front door as she tumbled through the entrance hallway and into the kitchen.

You were seated at the island bench, typing away lazily at a work document to pass time.

Your eyes perked up as soon as the blonde entered the room, a big smile settling along your features at the sight of your rugged up Leah. It still gave you the chills that the woman standing in front of you, leah williamson, was all yours. She told you every single day that she was the lucky one in the relationship, but you couldn’t have disagreed more, leah was perfect, in every single way.

“Hiya love.”

Leah stays standing in the doorway, her eyes trained to you, a big smile splashed across her face.

“Hello Le.”

The woman closed the distance between the two of you, her tongue between her teeth as she approached.

“Missed you.”

It’s a statement, not meant for you to reply just a hanging reminder that these weeks that you spend apart are just as hard for you as it is her.

So you nod, flash her another smile before letting your eyes fall back to the bright screen in front of you.

Leah sits down on the seat beside you, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Honey.”

Her voice is slightly whiny, the voice Leah uses when she wants something that apparently should be obvious but you aren’t giving it to her for whatever reason.

“Yes, Leah?”

You look up from your screen briefly, taking in Leah’s needy face, her lips puckered directly towards you.

“Where’s my welcome home kiss?”

It was customary that whenever Leah came home you gave her a kiss, but this particular time you were a little bit tentative… for other reasons.

“Someone’s a bit needy.”

Leah reached over and pressed your laptop closed, removing the potential distraction.

“I always get a welcome home kiss… I’m waiting.”

You roll your eyes, it’s typical for Leah’s first priority to be a fucking kiss, it’s something that you’ve come to love, no matter what’s happening in either of your lives when she gets home, you always connect like this together.

“How was my day? Thanks for asking, it was great, went for a run, cooked up some food for you to meal plan this week, watched some shows, got a jumpstart on the gym plans for the team this week and hammered out a roster.”

Leah’s gives you a massive eye roll, her hand extending to the back of your neck, looking deep into your soul as her face hovers a couple of centimetres away from you.

“Baby, you know i love you, give me a kiss, please.”

It wasn’t like Leah to be so needy, you blamed it on the fact that you’d been ‘sick’ in her absence, which had her feeling especially guilty for leaving you.

“Why don’t you give me one?”

The challenge is enough to strike up Leah’s competitive nature, something you frequently take advantage of in all parts of your relationship.

Leah leant forward without any hesitation, her lips capturing yours and immediately melting against your skin. This was the part you were anxious about, but regardless you let her take dominance of the kiss, her bottom lip molding against your top one as she slowly synchronised the movement.

It didn’t take very long at all for Leah to get greedy, her tongue finding the notch between your bottom lip and top, gently prodding for an opening, something you awarded her with ease.

Leah tasted like peppermint gum and black coffee, a flavour that melted in your mouth. You were counting down the seconds, as Leah explored your mouth, curious as to how long it would take for her to notice.

4 seconds, 4 seconds of her tongue reaquanting itself with the roof of your mouth and then twisting and tangling itself with your own to discover what you knew she was bound to.

It felt like she was digging for treasure that you’d hidden.

The gasp that she breathed into you almost immediately was capturing a short little exhale of hot air directly into your mouth. Leah prodded at it twice more, checking, making sure before she disconnected herself from you, her eyebrows perched high on her forehead as she blinked a few times in surprise.

“Open your mouth.”

If you were in a more playful mood you probably would have said some kind of obscene joke, but you simply weren’t in the mood to mess around with Leah, especially with that glint in her eyes that was telling you so much and yet so little about how she was feeling.

So without much arguement at all, you opened your mind up wide, allowing Leah to examine her previously discovered treasure.

Leah took her time having a look, even daring to tilt your head back to get a better angle on your new bling.

Once she was finally done she let go of your chin, releasing you and taking a step back, so you could look at her fully.

“I’m assuming it wasn’t tonsillitis that you had then?”

You chuckled lightly, it was a good cover up if you did say so yourself, something completely believable and so simple.

“Do you not like it?”

Leah’s eyes almost bursted out of her skull, her head shaking profusely at you.

“God baby, no, I am so ready for you to show me all the ways that little thing can do, maybe i’ll get me nips done next time for some more fun.”

Leah gave you a flashy wink, a movement that had her rewarded with a big eye roll from you.

“She’s fully healed, how about we go test it out?”

Leah smirked massively, reaching for your hips and lifting you up in to her arms.

“I like your thinking.”

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writingoddess1125 · 1 year ago

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I am obsessed with how you write for one piece characters (especially angst-fluff XD) I was wondering if I could request a Sanji x male!reader where they both barely got together yet sanji still fawns over nami and robin which causes reader to start feeling insecure, then later in private reader asks sanji if he’d love him more if he was a girl instead. Angst to fluff/comfort pls:))

Btw idk if you have any rules so sorry if this goes against them! Feel free to ignore/delete this!<3

Please and thank you :)

So love this idea! I'm splitting it into two however! So don't worry this will have a happy ending I promise!

Curiosity pt. 1

Sadness

Sanji x MaleReader

Support me on Ko-Fi! Enjoy!!

P.s the sanji quote I used was actually in the Japanese sub so don't @ me

You sat there as silent as stone eating your meal as the chaos and laughter of the ship sounded around you. Nami angrily yelling, Zoro drinking, Luffy yelling for more food while eating, Usopp spinning another story and your boyfriend fawning over Nami's tits openly- In most cases you would have been embarrassed but at this point... the disappointment was expected.

You'd only been together for a few months, starting out as flirting with each other- Him approaching you since he had felt conflicted in his attractions and you guided him through the maze of identity and attractions. Finding him in your arms and in your heart-

Sanji later admitting you were the first guy he has ever liked and the first person he dated. You thought it was sweet- a romance unfolding that you two would one day tell the world... but that didn't seem like the case anymore.

"Nami~ Can I see your panties! Wait let me get a camera!" Sanji laughed loidly as you could see the love in his eyes as Nami looked red in the face and angry.

"You're vile" Zoro hissed at the laughing Sanji, his nose bleeding as Nami gave him another hard punch to his head knocking him to the floor.

Zoro had been getting more aggressive against Sanji- mainly due to the fact he find his acts disrespectful towards you.

Lowering your gaze at this you took another sip of the mixed rum drink your boyfriend had served. However the sweet cocktail tasting bitter on your tongue now- not bothering to announce you were dismissing yourself from the joyous dinner.

Zoro gave you a sympathetic nod, watching you silently stand as you gave him a tight lipped small smile in return and left.

Stepping out you take a heavy sigh- Trying to keep the tears from falling and Biting your lip to swallow the pain once more.

That ache in your heart had faded letting a numbness settle instead. Taking a seat on the main deck you stare up at the sky, watching the stars above you as the fading sounds of laughter echoed behind you.

Sitting out looking over the open ocean you thought- Thinking about the pain and embarrassment that Sanji had brought you. He had been the one to approach you, asking you out on a night like this. Thinking of how he held you close and whispered that you were his one and only. Yet you felt like those moments were now just empty words- Maybe they had always been that way even after such a short amount of time....

"(Y/N)! What are you doing out here?" You heard a all too familiar voice call out, seeing a cherry checked Sanji smile brightly at you. His smile did freeze slightly at seeing the rather stoic look on your faze, his brow raising.

"Is something wrong?" He questioned, stepping closer in worry.

"No" You say calmly, looking back out on the water. Knowing you would kill the mood of you brought up how you felt- however it seemed you couldn't have your way... He sat next to you nudging his shoulder against yours.

"Come on- I know my boyfriend well enough to see you're sad" He said sincerely. You didn't meet his gaze however, sighing in defeat instead.

"Would you have preferred it if I was a girl?"

Sanji's eyes widened at this, confusion and shock going over his features.

"What kind of question is that?- Of course I"

"You still fawn over Nami and the others.. stare at their chest and droll over their figure.." You say softly, touching the thin fabric that covered your lack of breast.

The blondes face falling as he realized what he had been doing to you-

"(Y/N) dont be ma-" He started but cut him off again.

"I'm not mad at you... I'm not going to scream at you or yell if that's what you're expecting.. I'm just telling you my reasonings" You explain and you could practically feel the dread rolling off him.

"Reasonings?"

You nod softly at this, not having the heart to elaborate further on that. You see the flash of panic.

"I don't want to ruin the night Sanji so I didn't want to have this conversation now"

"We are having it now- I don't want you to go.. I care for you" You heard the careful side stepping of his words, avoiding love or like with 'care' it made your chest ache all over again.

"Like how you care about my feelings?... It's okay to say you were just.. experimenting-" You say and he grabs your shoulders suddently so you were facing him, a flash of anger in his eyes as he stared at you, the sharp rum from his breath burning your nose.

"You aren't a experiment to me okay? It's not like that? I just- It's hard to explain okay?" He tried to reason as he released your shoulders and reached forward grabbing your hand to try to reassure you. But you pulled away calmly.

"Do you still like Nami?.." You finally ask and watch his face twisted up as he tried to answer.. but couldnt-

You close your eyes, almost greatful he didn't answer. Not knowing if his excuse would hurt you more then his actions, standing up from your seat you smooth out the invisible Imperfections in your trousers.

"It's okay Sanji... I can understand if I was a curiosity for you. Thank you for the meal, I'm going to bed. Goodnight" You say calmly and head below to get some sleep- you still heard the laughter from the kitchens as you faded into the belly of the ship to hopefully hide your tears.

Sanji sat there, dazed over what just happened. Pulling out a cigarette from his pockets however he just silently started at the stick of tobacco, a heavy weight settling on his shoulders as guilt tore through his chest. Closing his eyes tightly like he was force away the shame he felt.

"Shit.."

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naturesapphic · 2 months ago

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hiiiii could I request some Billie fluff where reader is a famous author and is stressed with her new books and the fact that her relationship with bils is still a secret and bils comforts her? You have amazing work btw!!

Books & Love

Billie eilish x famous!author!fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, hidden relationship, stress

You were slumped over in your chair in your office. You’ve been sitting here slumped for hours but you couldn’t take a break. No, what if you finally had an idea then you forgot it? You couldn’t take that chance even though it didn’t really make any sense. Billie was downstairs making dinner as you tried to keep working.

You and your girlfriend billie have been together for the past two years now. The relationship you two had was secret and at first you didn’t mind it, but when you started to become famous for your books it had become harder to see each other without paparazzi trying to intrude in y’all’s lives. So whenever y’all could, one of y’all would sneak over to the others house to see each other which over time gets stressful and exhausting but y’all both would do anything for each other.

You heard footsteps coming up the stairs and you knew that it was billie getting you to come to dinner. Billie opens the office door and sees your hunched over body over your laptop. She pouts and walks over to you, massaging your shoulders which makes you moan out. “Let’s eat babygirl. You’ve been up here for hours.” Billie gently demanded and you knew it was no place to argue with her, she’s just as stubborn as you. You nodded and stood up, stretching and yawning. Billie gives you a sympathetic smile and takes your hand as the two of you head downstairs into the dining room.

Billie had made your plate and the two of you sat down together, enjoying a nice meal. The two of you did some small talk and she was telling you something but you weren’t really listening. You were in your head, zoned out completely. Billie put a gentle hand on your shoulder to bring you back and you gave her a weak smile. “What’s wrong babygirl?” She asked softly and your weak smile turned into a deep frown. “Just…lost in my own head…keep thinking about different things.” You weakly whisper and she doesn’t say anything, letting you speak.

“These books I have to work on and edit is really stressing me out. They want be to work on so much and I’ve already gotten out one series and they expect me to do another one! It’s so hard and I’m so tired of us sneaking around too bils…” you say sadly and Billie frowns at your words. “I’m so sorry about all of this baby. I wish there was something I could do to help. You may need to call your agent and have them tell those people to back off of you for a while.” She said and you nodded. “Yeah…I may text him tomorrow about it…I just can’t do it bils…” you said weakly and Billie scoots her chair closer to yours.

“And the sneaking around, is only temporary. I just want you safe and not worrying about the fans or the extra paparazzi we will get. I promise soon, I will tell the world about my beautiful talented girlfriend.” She reassures you and you felt yourself smile at her words. You know that it will be soon because she never breaks her promises. “Let’s clean up and go ahead and head to bed. How does that sound baby?” Billie said as she stands up as she helps you stand as well. You give her a nod and the two of you help each other clean up the dishes and the kitchen. After that, y’all went upstairs and got ready for bed. The two of you went to bed and Billie pulled you close to her, making you snuggle into her. “I love you bils…thank you for everything.” You whisper to her and she smiles. “I love you more angel and you never have to thank me for anything. I’d do anything for you and I always will.” She reassures you once more and you fell asleep in her loving arms, not even stressing about what’s to come in the future with going public in your relationship and the book series you are finishing up on. You know that everything will be okay, Everything is okay with Billie.

A/n: thank you for this amazing request anon! I hope you enjoyed it and I hope everyone else did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

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shegatsby · 2 months ago

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Hello there!

Saw that your requests are open, so I thought I'd leave this here. What about a Hannibal x reader who is a lot like Amy Dunne (Gone girl)? Sorta like friends to enemies to lovers vibes.

Like, she is trying to escape the life she once had under a new identity. She wants a second chance ig. However, upon meeting Hannibal, the nosy bastard just can not stop himself from looking into her and only becomes even more intrigued when he notices her lack of well... authenticity?

She feels threatened by Hannibal just as much as she is attracted to him. Does she flee once more? Do they have a confrontation? Does he try coax or manipulate her back into old habits? Do they form some sort of alliance? Ugh if only I had the creativity and the ability to make choices when it comes to these things! (Totally up to you if you want to add fluff, or smut, or angst, btw)

Anyway, thank you :)

A/N: Hi! Thnak you so much for this request, it was interesting to write. Take care. xxx

Warnings: Smut! Unprotected sex! Minors get the f out or else!

Her mind was a dark place when it comes to men, if she avoided them her entire life none of this would have happened. She wouldn’t have to run to a different state and change her entire identity.. she cursed under her breath when she sat on her new couch in her new home. Now she was in Wolf Trap Virginia, it was moderately cold in winters and it was winter, she moved here in the spring. In the spring it was beautiful, she had always loved flowers and plants, sometimes she wished to be a plant and connect to the soil, it would be a lot easier than this. She bought this house with the money she had from her husband, ex husband who supposedly went ‘’missing’’ one day and left her, she had an excuse to start a new life and that she did. She didn’t want any former friends or family members to contact her thus the change came with its glory. New hair, new style of clothing, new house, new environment.

The house she bought was old and that’s why cheaper than others so she still had some money left, the only problem was that she had to renovate it on her own, sometimes she had cable issues or pipes were making noises etc. However, this time her luck was on her side because she met someone. One night a dog came up to her door, it was a cold night and she let the dog in, it had a name tag but no address so she thought the owner would look for it soon and she was right. The owner of the dog was her neighbor Will Graham, their houses weren’t that close but she had seen him at the supermarket or driving. He offered to help her with fixing the pipes etc. and she offered nice chats and warm meals. Over time they started to share information about each other, of course everything she said was false but Will was honest, he was a university teacher in the department of criminology also he was working for the FBI. She had wondered if Will ever saw her husband’s missing case. Their friendship developed and she started to go to his house, it was Christmas when she met him,

Doctor Hannibal Lecter.

Will invited her for Christmas dinner and said his other friends and colleagues would be there, mostly FBI, at first she hesitated but wouldn’t be fun for them to be in a room with a killer, little did she know that she wasn’t the only killer in the house.

She wore a nice sweater and black pants, she was simple yet pure looking. She didn’t drive to his house but walked, it wasn’t close but it wasn’t far either. Light snow was falling from the sky, she liked snow and Christmas time, Will’s house was decorated nicely, it looked colorful and warm.

She held her breath and knocked on the door, soon Will answered, holding a mug, he looked cute in his brown sweater and his messy hair, ‘’Glad you could make it.’’ He let her in.

One by one Will introduced her to the others, it wasn’t crowded, before Will could speak the man standing before her extended his hand, ‘’Doctor Hannibal Lecter.’’ She shook his hand, ‘’Y/N, nice to meet you.’’ She said shortly, feeling uncomfortable under his questioning gaze, Will’s boss Jack joked, ‘’Don’t worry Ms, Doctor Lecter loves to carry his psychiatric work to his social gatherings.’’

‘’A Psychiatrist? I must be careful in this room.’’ She thought to herself.

Rest of the night went smoothly, at the dinner table she had a nice chat with others especially Alana Bloom, she made her feel comfortable, however she kept feeling Dr. Lecter’s maroon gaze and every time she looked at him was watching her, he wasn’t shy of eye contact either. Y/N not saying her last name didn’t go unnoticed by him and he captured her under his observation. She looked extra careful, speaking slowly and choosing her words meticulously. Will and others were smart but they didn’t share his twisted mind and intellect.

After dinner people started to have conversations privately and she got a glass of eggnog and standing by the fire place, Will’s dogs sleeping at corners of the house, ‘’I haven’t got your full name Ms?’’ she heard his deep voice, he had a subtle accent underneath, maybe he was running just like her?

‘’Oh?’’ she asked turning to him, ‘’I apologies, its Y/N Y/L/N.’’ she smiled gently but her eyes were dead, he could see, ‘’It rhymes, your parents must have a good sense of humor.’’ He commented, she could understand that he was intrigued by her, he made a mental note to dig into her social media accounts and thanks to his work with the FBI he had access to search for people’s ID.

‘’May I ask,’’ he began wondering, ‘’what is the true nature of your relationship with Will?’’ because Will never mentioned her till tonight. Her eyes were on the flames, ‘’One night, his dog wandered to my door and he came back to take him, we have been friends since then.’’ She turned to him, there was a warmth to her eyes with the memory, Hannibal was sure now that she wasn’t a sociopath. She could feel things, it could come in handy one day.

‘’Such a sweet story. Will is very fond of his strays.’’ He threw a bait to see if she was going to get angry, because his comment had undertones. ‘’Aren’t we all?’’ she replied quickly. She was smart.

After that night she wished she never saw him again but fate had its own story. The very next day she received a note on her porch, it was printed, ‘’Save me a dance, Fondly.’’ As soon as she read it she dropped the note and called Will. Recently there was a killer on the loose, he was targeting young women who live alone. At first the women find the note and then they are kidnapped within few days, later they end up dead. It could be a stupid prank but she had to be sure, Will brought his team to investigate, the people you dined with yesterday evening now were in your living room questioning you. How odd.

‘’Can you tell us everything Ms Y/L/N?’’ Jack Crawford asked with his professional voice. She told them everything which wasn’t much, Will was sitting next to her, holding her hand in a friendly manner but it irritated Hannibal for some reason he couldn’t place and it made him more irritated. ‘’She has to leave, immediately.’’ His sudden comment made everyone look at him, ‘’Our killer is moving quickly these days. She should be in a protection program.’’ He was saying this on purpose, because he had a plan. ‘’You know what happened last time.’’ Jack replied calmly and yet she could sense that the last woman was most likely dead now. ‘’Before you can arrange accommodations she could stay with me, no one would suspect a thing.’’ Hannibal’s suggestion made her froze, she turned to Will to say something and Hannibal understood her intention and added quickly, ‘’Will lives too close to Ms Y/L/N, the killer is also a stalker. He knows your friendship with Will.’’ He was making sense which she hated. ‘’Ms Y/L/N, please pack yourself a bag.’’ Jack’s final decision was made and she had no choice. She had to survive.

The journey to Hannibal Lecter’s home was a long one, at first Hannibal explained the case to her and they talked about it for a while and then she fell asleep, in this state Hannibal could examine her face closely, she looked like an angel, so soft and innocent but he knew deep down she had deep secrets and he couldn’t wait to reveal them. He enjoyed this game and he wasn’t going to let go of her anytime soon.

His house made her feel like she shouldn’t touch anything, just sit straight and observe. He had expensive taste when it came to architecture and interior design, paintings on the dark blue walls, every room had a marble fire place, the carpets felt soft under your feet.

‘’This is your room.’’ He walked her in the guest room, it had a queen sized bed with beige sheets, side tables, a big wardrobe which she didn’t even need because she brought a tiny bag, thankfully the room had bathroom and toilet side, in the bathroom there were various hair masks, face masks, shampoos and scrubs etc. ‘’I called a friend to bring these skincare products, I didn’t know which you usually use so my friend got various types. I hope they will be useful.’’

His gesture made her think about him again, it was nice but was he too enthusiastic?

‘’Thank you Doctor.’’ She replied shortly, ‘’Please, call me Hannibal.’’ He gave her a small smile, ‘’I’ll let you freshen up and dinner will be ready shortly.’’

‘’Its okay you don’t have to-‘’ he cut her short, ‘’Please, you are a guest under my roof, and I love to cook for my guests.’’ And he left without letting her speak, she took a long shower to relax and wore a long t-shirt and leggings, his house warm and she was getting more comfortable. She walked downstairs and Hanniabl’s high senses picked up on her fresh skin, she smelled of vanilla and he liked it very much. ‘’Dinner is ready.’’

He also freshened up, he was in more casual clothes but he still looked sophisticated, ‘’Smells delicious.’’ She commented and watched Hannibal pull up a chair for her, ‘’Tastes delicious too.’’ She could hear him close to her ear as she sat, he smelled manly and dominant. He sat to his place, and they started to eat, dinner was a warm soup ad fish with fresh bread, salad on the side and red wine. The fire place was lit in the dining room they were eating, ‘’Hmm,’’ she hummed when she tasted the fish it was so soft and tasty, ‘’You like it?’’ Hannibal shifted in his seat when he heard her, is dark mind went to imaginary intimate scenes with her… imaginary and yet for a second he craved them to be real. He had to give her credit she was a beautiful woman with a feminine aura, but he could sense that she was hiding things from her past and he had to know.

‘’Yes, Hannibal. Thank you.’’ She smiled kindly to him, ‘’How long do I have to stay here?’’ she asked curiously, ‘’As you know Jack is the head of the FBI, he has to make sure he finds a safe and secluded place for you and then I will help you move there. But these processes take time, a lot of paper work so you will be here for a while. I hope you will like it.’’ He explained, testing the waters.

‘’I like your home, especially the interior design, I love paintings, I often visit museums actually.’’ And the conversation of fine art and literature started. She was a well read woman which he admired and liked very much, they exchanged ideas about famous novels and later he played some music for her, he could play harpsichord and he played Vivaldi’s Winter. She sat near to him by the fire with a glass of red wine in her palm, it was delicious, she liked the atmosphere he provided.

The days have passed and made them grow close to each other, with time she started to cook dinner for him when he came from work, she started to clean the house, organize and help him host when he needed. She wondered why Jack still couldn’t find a safe house for her when in fact he kept sending houses to Hannibal via e-mail and Hannibal found excuses and declined on behalf of her, she had no idea about this. It had been a months since she moved in with him, in the mean time the killer didn’t kill no woman, he was silent and she prayed for him to be like that for a while.

One day Hannibal forgot to bring his laptop with him to his work, he left in a hurry because it was related to another case, he kissed her cheek, said goodbye and left, it became their custom. They were growing close but neither of them took a huge step, after he left she tidied around and was looking for a recipe and noticed that his laptop was open and he forgot so she went on Youtube, soon there was an email notification and she hesitated for a moment and then clicked on it. It was from Jack Crawford, sending him yet another safe house and she could feel her heart drop to her feet, she read all of the emails between them and Hannibal declining all of the houses Jack sent. Suddenly she felt trapped by a man.. again. That was the reason she had to killer ex husband and flee. He was an abusive man with drugs and often abused her and cheated on her, one day she had enough, she didn’t remember how she did it but when it was done her husband was on the floor with 50 stab wounds, she kept him in the freezer for a week, didn’t know what to do with him, she cleaned the entire home, burnt every piece of clothing that had blood and she melted the knife she had used, after contemplating for a week she burnt his finger tips and took off his teeth, just in case if his body parts were found she didn’t want any identification to be found. Some of his parts were rotting under soil and some were deep in a lake or river, she survived and she was going to survive again.

She closed the email tab, and started to cook, she had a plan but so did Hannibal.

Hannibal had already learnt her past, one night after drinking few glasses of strong wine she told him where she was born and said she was divorced and that’s all he needed to know. Thanks to his connection to the FBI it wasn’t so hard to find her old ID. Yes, she was married once despite her young age, the husband was missing and she left their state and travelled all the way to start a new life. He knew that she was the one who made him go ‘’missing’’ and he found himself getting excited. Usually people get caught in their first kill because it is always a sloppy job but she managed to live and make every detail disappear from the public eye. He was just waiting for the right time to expose that he already knew. Tonight was the night.

He came back from work a bit late but as soon as he opened the door his nostrils picked up the delicious scent coming from the kitchen, since it was two of them most of the time they started to eat in the kitchen by the tall window looking outside and chatting about their day.

He walked to the kitchen and there she was, she was wearing a long black dress, covering her entire body but her curves were crystal clear, she was an astonishing woman and Hannibal was the one who could witness it. He was glad she killed her husband because he wanted her all to himself.

‘’Welcome back love.’’ She said and smiled, ‘’You go ahead and freshen up and then we can eat together.’’ He wasn’t an idiot, he picked up on her coldness, she was colder than usual. ‘’See you in a bit.’’ Hannibal replied and went upstairs, as usual he freshened up, didn’t forget to hide a small knife under his sleeve and came back to the kitchen, she smiled but it didn’t reach to her beautiful ears, he sat carefully on the kitchen stool, she brought the food, ‘’How was your day?’’ she asked casually, Hannibal’s eyes first roamed on her body, the white apron wrapped her body tight and made her body look pleasing, she looked much healthier than before, he did a great job taking care of her and so did she. Hannibal’s friends, especially Will and Jack kept mentioning how much Hannibal changed, there was a color to his face and his manners were warmer than before.

They chatted for a while, and then he watched her place her fork and knife on the empty plate, she drank her wine, ‘’I don’t want to beat around the bush anymore,’’ she began and Hannibal knew something was about to happen, ‘’you left your laptop and I saw the emails Jack kept sending you. You were declining his safe house offers for me.’’ Her bluntness made him more attracted.

‘’Give me a good reason.’’ Her voice was daring, he knew if he cannot give a good reason she is going to do something.

He could feel the cold blade in his sleeve, ‘’I simply do not see those houses fit. My house is the safest for you.’’

She stood up, ‘’You think you can put me in a cage!’’ her voice was threatening, ‘’I was trapped before and I’ll not be trapped again!’’

He knew she was traumatized by her marriage and she didn’t want to relive it, he could see it.

‘’That wasn’t my intention,’’ he stood up as well, there was space between them, she took off her apron and threw it on the floor, ‘’I’m leaving.’’ And as soon as she turned he grabbed her hand and made her clash onto his torso, ‘’You are not going anywhere darling.’’ He was so calm it made her question if he was human or not. ‘’Let go of me Hannibal!’’ she managed to get out of his grasp but this time he held her waist and pulled her again, he hugged her from behind, ‘’You cannot leave!’’ she could feel the blade and with a swift move she got the knife, it was sharp so it cut her finger, immediate blood running down her finger and coating her hand in crimson, ‘’Get back!’’ she tried to stab him but the knife was slippery in her hand, ‘’You cut yourself.’’ His voice was so soft and caring, tears running down her cheeks ‘’Please,’’ she begged, ‘’I can’t do it again..’’ she couldn’t help the tears, she couldn’t relive her past.

Hannibal was quick, he trapped her between his body and the kitchen island, he threw the knife on the floor, ‘’Listen to me Y/N.’’ their bodies were pressed, they were breathing heavily, ‘’I won’t do anything to hurt you,’’ she searched his maroon eyes, under the yellow warm lights she could see his dilated pupils, like a man who was drugged, ‘’I am not the man you think I am, I will never do anything to hurt you.’’ He was holding her firmly on both arms, ‘’I did everything for you!’’

She was trying hard to find a lie, or something suspicious in his eyes, but he was telling the truth.

She found herself hugging him, it had been so long since she hugged someone, maybe… maybe this could be it. He was startled at first but then he hugged her back, as they parted he captured her lips, he had wanted to do that for so long. The kiss was so passionate it knocked the breath out of her, his lips were plump and delicious, he was perfect.

As they were kissing their hands were exploring their bodies, his torso and arms were so firm and manly his hands went to the skirts of her dress, pulling up, she let him. Her hands went to his belt and he helped her, Hannibal had to be honest, he had been imagining this scene for weeks, he wanted to be at the comfort of his bed but both of them couldn’t wait that long for they were desperate.

He was biting her lips, moaning like a mad man, when her hand went to is boxers and she felt how hard he was and she moaned into his mouth which made him get more exited, she pumped him through his boxers, Hannibal wasn’t like this usually but something in her brought his dark animalistic side to the light and he felt like himself, without faking to fit in with the society. She was eager to pull his pants and bowers down and he quickly pulled everything down, she broke the kiss to look at his large cock, it was just as she expected, large and clean, his tip was covered in pre-cum, she looked up to meet his eyes, she could see the hunger and need, Hannibal made her sit on the kitchen island and positioned himself between her legs, he brought her black panties to the side, when he started to tease her with his tip she was a moaning mess, ‘’Hannibal..’’ she moaned in protest, it had been so long since she had slept with anyone.

He looked at her divine face, cheeks flushed, mouth parted, ‘’Do you want me?’’ he asked with a low baritone, ‘’Yes, please.’’ She replied eagerly and he slowly pushed his cock in her soaking core, Hannibal almost came with the contact because she was so tight it was unbelievable.

The blood on her hand dried but left marks on his clothes, neck, cheeks, he deeply buried himself and moaned in satisfaction, she was gripping him tight, he pulled back completely and pushed again and started a rhythm. His balls were slapping her, wet noises filling the kitchen, ‘’Kiss me.’’ She begged and he complied willingly, he was like a wild animal, she could feel his cock tearing her insides, when he grabbed her boob tightly they both felt the wetness growing inside her, even though they were fully clothed they didn’t care. He let his tip hit her insides fiercely and she had to break the kiss to moan loudly, he was hitting the spot which his ex husband could never do, this was something she was experiencing for the first time and her eyes rolled back, her head falling back and Hannibal buried his head to the crook of her neck, he kissed her neck, biting her and leaving bruises. ‘’Hannibal…’’ she moaned his name over and over again.

She was getting tense which Hannibal noticed and he soothed her, ‘’Shhh, let go, don’t be afraid..’’ he knew she was holding back and with his encouraging words she came in gush of water, it was her first time squirting and it was intense, Hannibal caressed her face, her hair and let her live it, experience it for the first time, he pulled out and didn’t mind the mess she made, matter of fact it was hot and he wanted to continue fucking her and leave her seed in her, would she allow it? He wanted to try.

When she relaxed a bit he pushed back in, he wasn’t done with her, and now she was more sensitive, the tiny voices she was making pushed him over the edge and he came inside her really hard, he was a moaning mess and she loved it, she kissed her as he came, when they were done she kissed her gently, he was still buried deep, ‘’It’s okay.’’ She said, noticing the worry in his eyes, he kissed her back, Hannibal knew that after tonight he wasn’t going to let her ago.

She was his.

Thank you for reading. :)

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hina-hina · 2 years ago

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Hello i was wondering if you could write ghost and a daughter reader who wants to follow ghosts steps but he doesn't like the idea and they ended up in big argument and wasn't able to make up before he left

Hello friend! I love this request and it's something quite similar to what I did for Price a while back. Still one of my favorite scenarios! Thank you for requesting, Hope you enjoy!!

Tried something new with this one, I hope you guys like it! I saw another writing using this format but I can't remember the user. If you know, please lmk so I can give proper credit!

Ghost is a single dad in this btw!!

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|| Ghost With a Daughter That Wants to Go Into the Military ||

Warnings: Wicked amounts of angst but also fluff

Female!Reader // Platonic

Your dad always claimed that you were a little too much like him

Most of the time, he found it endearing

But then their are times he wished you didn't take after him so much

He had come home from deployment and he could tell something was up

You had insisted on making him a home cooked meal because you knew he had been surviving off bland MREs for months

But he sat down and the two of you had a pleasant dinner and exchanged stories on what had been happening in your respective lives

When you suddenly got serious, he knew he was in for it

You scooted your chair close to him and grasped his hand which had been lying on the table then said you had something to tell him

His mind immediately starts jumping to the worse but he tries to keep it under control and let you finish

Then you tell him that you plan to enlist in the military

He is immediately shook by fear and just tells you a simple but firm, "No."

"You didn't even let me explain!" You shout back as he back.

Ghost jumps from his chair, turning his back on you as he runs a shaky hand down his face, "You don't need to explain, the answer is no."

Your face screws up, anger at your father's abrupt dismissiveness, you grumble, "It wasn't a question."

He turns, his face drawn up in a surprised annoyance, "Excuse me?"

"What's the big deal, anyway." You were standing now, locked into an intense stare-off with Ghost, "Your in the military."

"I joined the military to ensure you would never have to. Conversation over." His accent was becoming thicker as you could almost sense his rising anger.

You were being overtaken with such childish anger. You wanted to stomp your feet and scream until he decided to listen to you. You hated fighting with your dad but you couldn't stand how protective he was over you sometimes.

Ghost was now moving to collect the dishes, ignoring looking at you entirely as he moved to put them in the sink. Him dropping the conversation and trying to move on like nothing happened only made you more angry.

"Well, I'm doing it whether you like it or not!"

You knew you were being childish now but that didn't stop you. You turned on your heel and stomped up the stairs to your bedroom, slamming the door for good measure.

The next few days were painful to say the least. It was filled with silent dinners and the both of you being too prideful to start the conversation again.

This continued until the day came where he had to return to base to prepare for his newest mission.

That's what brought you to today, the both of you standing face to face in the living room. He was dressed in civvies but he had his impossibly large military duffle tossed over one shoulder, his balaclava gripped in one hand as he prepared to become Ghost again.

"I'll be back in a few months. I'll send letters and tell Mrs. Davies is next door if you need anything."

You nod your head but still refuse to speak, causing a deep sigh to rumble from his chest. He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't. Instead, he opened his arms slightly, a subtle invitation for a hug.

You don't move a muscle.

He face twitches with disappointment before he raises his hands to pull his balaclava on, hiding his facial expressions from you.

"Bye, love."

He heads out the door and locks it behind him. You feel your eyes start to sting.

Despite what happened when you left, he does keep true to his promise to send letters up until the day comes when he has to ship out.

You don't hear from him again and you spend the next few weeks sulking alone. Until a knock comes from the door, causing you to drag yourself from your bed despite how your body fights against it.

You open the door and standing there, shifting nervously, is none other than John MacTavish, your father's sergeant.

Your heart sinks, "Can I help you?"

"Hi, lassie," He smiles but it seems forced, "I was sent by your father's task force to inform you that yer dad has been injured while in action."

"What?" Your voice cracks, a hand coming up to cover your mouth.

"He's alright now, gunnin' to see you actually. I can drive you to the hospital, if you want?"

Immediately, all the things that you were angry about seem so insignificant. You regret not hugging him even more. You give the other man a slight nod as you rush to grab your purse, locking the house and rushing out to his car. He doesn't push you to talk and he pretends not to notice the silent tears streaming down your face.

When you arrive to the hospital, John walks you through the secure areas in the military hospital and leads the way to your father's room. He holds the door open for you and you inch inside.

Ghost is laying on the stiff hospital bed, eyes shooting toward the door as he watches you enter. His eyes crinkle from under his balaclava, a tell-tell sign that he is smiling. "Thanks, Johnny. Mind givin' us a minute?"

"Not at all, sir." John closes the door behind himself leaving you and your dad in the silent hospital room.

Your dad is the first one to speak, "How are you, love?"

You crumble. Your eyes fill with tears as you stumble toward your father's bedside. His arms immediately open and you jump straight into them, careful to avoid his bandaged wounds. He shushes you softly as you beginning to release hiccuping sobs.

"I'm s-so sorry! You got hurt and I didn't even give you a fucking hug before you left! I'm s-sorry, Dad!"

"Enough of that, no more Scrikin', now." He wipes your tears away, taking one hand to pull his balaclava off. He never liked wearing it around you. "I'm sorry for not hearing you out. I just can't stand to think of something happenin' to ye. But, I promise we will talk about it. Don't go jumpin' into anything just cause your old man said you couldn't."

You laugh, rubbing at your ruddy cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, "Ok."

"Love ya, kid." He ruffles your hair.

"Love you too, Dad."

Thank you for reading!

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spiteless-xo · 1 year ago

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since we're being semi soft today.... do u have any fluffy thoughts on any of the marley boys ?

🙊 i'm answering this out of order from the requests in my inbox because i was HOPING someone would ask this after i posted the fluffy thoughts on the other boys -- so thank you for this 🥰

╰┈➤ fluffy headcanons pt. 2 - aot.

ft. colt, reiner, porco, zeke. cw. gender neutral reader

⋙ colt grice.

colt coaches falco's soccer team. he gets up early in the morning, dressed in a fleece half-zip with some gloves to set up pylons on the field for the kids' drills. he knows every kid by name and doesn't give any special attention to falco just because he's his brother -- parents love him. doesn't notice that some of the younger moms are hitting on him until you point it out, and then he gets awkward and flustered every time he sees them.

please just picture this man with little pink-flushed cheeks from the early september chill, blowing steam into his hands to keep them warm. he's calling out encouragements to all the kids as they run back and forth on the field -- always praise, because they're just kids and this is only for fun. he looks back at stands and just beams at you, excited that you were willing to get up so early just to watch him coach a bunch of little kids

idk why, but in my head, colt is not funny 💀 like he just doesn't understand comedic timing and isn't quite a quick or sharp as some of the other boys, but he appreciates every single one of your jokes!! he absolutely kills himself laughing every time you make a joke and he gets so excited about them that he'll tell other people your jokes (poorly 😭) but be laughing so hard they don't even understand him

ALWAYS kisses you and tells you that he loves you when he says goodbye. it's something that he does with falco already (that falco hates, btw), and one day it just slipped with you like "mwah! love you, bye!" and he goes beet red in embarrassment when he realizes, but you quickly kiss him back and now you do it every day 🥺

⋙ reiner braun.

this man only knows angst i think reiner really cherishes quiet moments of intimacy with you. like driving in the car with your hand laced in his, or having a nice meal at home that the two of you cooked together. it means a lot more to him if you show him that you love him through small gestures, instead of telling him.

he looooooooves head massages. he'll sit on the floor between your legs on the couch while the two of you watch tv so you can run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. guy is vocal about it too, groaning and moaning when you rub his temples. 💀 and his knees go absolutely weak whenever you scratch his head

he has a really hard time falling asleep when he's alone 🥺 he gets really anxious at night sometimes, so if the two of you are apart he hardly gets any sleep at all -- but when you're in bed with him, this guy falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow. he feels so safe and comfortable with you that it helps ease some of his worries just knowing that you're beside him.

if you roll away from him in bed when the two of you are sleeping together, guaranteed in a sleepy haze, this man is grabbing at the bed trying to find you again. the second his hand rests on your body, he hooks his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against his chest -- sighing into your shoulder and sleepily kissing your neck. when you tell him about it the next day, he says he doesn't even remember doing it 😭

⋙ porco galliard.

porco is perpetually grumpy and bratty, except for when it comes to you. this man literally will talk to you in a baby voice when the two of you are alone together 💀 if you've ever seen those tiktoks where the girl calls her bf and makes him do the baby voice when he's with their friends -- that's porco.

like "babyyyy, i'm weawy hungee, can you make me a snack?" and he's looking up at you with big dumb eyes and a little pout while he rubs his belly. lowkey kinda cringe but the shift between his baby voice when he's alone with you and his normal voice when he's with the boys is just too funny 💀

also -- loves snacks. has a stash of chips and cookies and treats in the cupboard because he's always munching on something. if you're cooking dinner for him, he'll take a snack tax and munch on one of the foods you're prepping for dinner. you always tell him he's going to spoil his appetite, but he hasn't yet!

LOVES GOSSIP!! when the two of you are out with your friends and one of them says some out-of-pocket shit, you see porco in the corner of your eye looking at you like 👀 and you just KNOW he's going to talk about it on the car on the way home. in fact -- when the two of you go on road trips together, you don't even listen to any music. you just spend the entire time filling each other in with drama at work/school/etc. and gossiping about how other people's relationships aren't as good as yours 💀

⋙ zeke jaeger.

zeke is in his early thirties but he acts like an old man. whenever he gets up from sitting down he's pushing himself up with his hands and groaning. cracking his back with a loud moan. sighing heavily and collapsing into the couch like 💀

really into grilling? like spent a bunch of money on a fancy grill and now will take any excuse to have people over for a barbeque. he's got an apron that says something dumb like "women love me, fish fear me". you guys will be having a bbq and he's standing by the grill, watching the meat, with a pair of dark rayban sunglasses and a beer in his hand.

loves feeding you. like physically feeding you. like, if he wants you to try something that he cooked, he'll hold it in his fingers and get you to open his mouth for him 💀 he sets a little piece of cookie down on your tongue or between your teeth, and watch you expectantly as you chew it and tell him your opinion

loves building things, too. like you'll mention offhand that you think it'd be nice to have a garden and the next weekend he's coming home with planks of wood and building you raised garden beds 🥺 you don't even have to ask, he's just like "she wants a garden? ok, i'm on it!" and he immediately gets to work.

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sovksluv · 8 months ago

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LOVE IN CHAOS - chapter 1 all by yourself, sitting alone

☠︎︎ . pairing - Clarisse La Rue x fem!Nemesis!oc! Alora Blanie

☠︎︎ . summary - twelve years had been wasted -- and Alora knew that her opportunity window of freedom was closing quickly, so she mustered up all her courage, and finally escaped.

☠︎︎ . includes - sobbing/intense crying, nightmares, trouble breathing/unknown asthma attack, running away from home, oc is specified as a mixed black and hispanic girl with a name !!

☠︎︎ . word count - 3147

☠︎︎ . series taglist - @curlymeme

☠︎︎ . pjo taglist - @perseus-jackass @niktwazny303 @st4rzl7

☠︎︎ . now playing - Not Allowed by Tv Girl

☠︎︎ . a/n - thank you to @curlymeme for the oc creation ! she gets just as much credit for this as me 💋 ALSO, SO EXCITED FOR THIS BTW, I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT !!!!!

☠︎︎ . series masterlist

on the outside, her house was bright, standing tall, polished clean with rushed ferocity. perfectly placed bundles of flowers littering the yard, redolent with a fragrance typically only found in expensive perfumes. sat by the front door was a generic mat which mockingly read the word ‘Welcome!’ on it, with decorative cursive letters and a big red heart as the dot of the exclamation mark. the inside was supposed to match the outside. identically polished walls and fake plants that mirrored what passersby could notice from a mile away.

that, however, was not true. things didn't always look the same on the inside as they did on the outside. the almost-too-perfectly held-up front served one purpose and served it well. to deceive. it’s not wrong to assume that a home so perfect was inhabited by a family just as perfect as its residence. so, people find it hard to believe her when the pristine little “rich” girl has something else to say about it.

she didn’t want to speak against the judgment, having the basic knowledge that living in a comfortable house with two working parents was supposedly considered lucky. it would seem ungrateful to complain. how could she complain when she knew others weren’t as fortunate as her? kids even younger than her constantly wondered when and where their next meal would be, but not her.

her house sat tall, all the way at the top of the hill, towering over the rest of the neighborhood. there was an eerie stillness that was always washed upon the house. it was inescapable, a labyrinth of ear-ringing silence, with the not-so-occasional muffled arguments from behind her parent’s bedroom door. she didn't want to live her life surrounded by the quiet, but the yelling from the two people who were supposed to love each other were sounds she wanted to dispute.

Alora sat idly in her room, not making any noise so she could hear her arguing parents who had moved from their room, travelling through the hallway and quieting as they moved down the stairs. she never understood why they continued to stay together, especially since they argued more than they spoke. most of the time they argued about her. about how she continuously acted out, with no “real” reasons for her rebellions. her stepmother wanted to send her away to some boarding school, attempting to convince Alora’s father that it would fix her.

to be honest, the constant complaining from her stepmother had begun to grow on her father, he was considering sending Alora away to whatever school was the cheapest and the furthest. that’s why Alora had shot up the second she heard their footsteps echo downstairs. she hastily packed one small backpack full of her necessities. it was only a few hours before dark and she had to wait until her parents were far enough that they wouldn’t hear her quick movements.

Alora knew that eventually her father would give into her stepmother’s endless whining and send her away so she had to take matters into her own hands. she was going to run away tonight. no ideas or plans, just anywhere from her evil stepmother and that unknown school she wanted to send her to. Alora would rather be anywhere than there. she wanted to leave on her terms, not because she was sent away.

she packed lightly, having no clue where she was going or how long she’d be out. she took a few hair things, basic toiletries, and two outfits, deciding to have a three-switch-outfit routine. her bag also held the money she’d saved over the years, a Polaroid camera, a notebook with pens, and snacks and water that she snuck from the kitchen hours prior when her parents were too busy arguing to hear her. on the outside, it seemed like she was ready, but deep down, she was terrified. she had no idea what she was going to do, or how she was going to do it, but she knew there was nothing else she could’ve done. tonight was her only chance to escape.

uncomfortable silence rang through the house, and Alora paid no mind to it, then paused. it was too quiet. she didn’t hear any yelling, stomping, or door slamming. pausing her packing, she tiptoed to her door, putting her ear up to it, attempting to hear anything at all. it was still quiet for a few moments before she heard angry footsteps up the stairs. panic exploded through her entire body as she rushed to her bag, flinging it under her bed and straightening herself just as her bedroom door fell open.

it was her father, who had collected himself almost as soon as her door was opened. he calmly walked into her room and closed the door behind him, he sat on the end of her neatly made bed, signaling her next to him. Alora didn’t listen, crossing her arms with a knowing look on her face. “don’t let her send me away, Dad. i’m your daughter!” her father sighed, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. she knew her words wouldn’t change anything. he already made up his mind. he’d always pick his beloved wife over his only daughter, the daughter who didn’t need to be sent away, but rather needed help.

“Lora-”

Alora scoffed, “no, Dad! you always listen to her, and never listen to me! she hates me! all she wants to do is get rid of me, and she can only do that if she convinces you to do it too.” her father stood up angrily from his spot on her bed, taking a stomped-step towards her, prompting her to take an equal step back. you could see her stepmother standing behind him, leaning on your doorframe with a cocky smirk on her face. she was finally going to get what she wanted. “don’t talk about your mother like that, Alora!” he yelled at her, pointing his finger up at her face.

“she’s. not. my. mother.”

her father’s face went red with anger as he stomped out of her bedroom, her stepmother having already left, assuming Alora’s defeat. the door slammed behind him, leaving the walls around it shaking. fury bubbled deep in her stomach, leaving a dark pit inside both her heart and her soul. she was angry and her face showed it, but her actions didn’t. assuming she’d be on her way to the boarding school by morning, Alora moved quickly, perfecting every single plan she had for escaping.

sat uncomfortably on her bed, door locked, window open, and leg shaking, Alora waited. she’d be leaving any time now, just waiting for when she knew both her parents would be sleeping, unaware of the plans she was about to pursue. nerves had crept up into her stomach, having no idea what she was getting herself into. it was too late to change her mind since it was either that God forsaken boarding school or life on her own.

she tried to convince herself that her dad could change. maybe if she begged hard enough he’d give in. maybe she’d have him remembering that that was his daughter he was throwing out, his only daughter, the daughter he was supposed to protect, through and through. nothing could change his mind. he hadn’t bothered to pay attention to her, her effervescent personality withering away over the years as she grew older. she assumed his deep but hushed hatred for her came from the abandonment of her real mother. her birth mother.

the whole reason for Alora running away was because of her father's relentlessness, his refusal to change his mind. though he was silent, he never failed to show in his face and actions the gaping hole of resentment he felt. even if he disliked her mother, he still told Alora about her. she was no stranger to the fact that her mother was a Goddess. the Goddess of justice and revenge; Nemesis. so she was aware of her lineage, which led her to believe that’s where some of her father's disapproval of her came from.

time was nearing midnight. Alora knew she should’ve felt tired, on the brink of sleep, but she was far from it. anticipation of her next moves kept her wide awake and alert. the silence of her house and her unknowing parents let her know it was time to go. she wondered if they’d go looking for her when they found she was gone. probably not, since they were going to send her away anyway. her father would probably want to look, or at least file a missing person’s report, but with her stepmother here, Alora was sure she’d find some way to convince her father otherwise.

it was a few minutes after the stroke of midnight, and Alora was hastily tying up her shoes and slipping on her warmest sweatshirt. it wasn’t winter yet, but the autumn nights tended to be cold either way, which sucked since that’s when she planned on leaving. with her bag slung over both shoulders and her bedroom lights shut off, she climbed out of her window and onto the roof

kept right in front of it, shutting the window behind her. one of her father’s ladders was previously set up right under her window, which she used to get down from the roof. she felt the chilly autumn wind run through her hair, sending chills and nerves down her spine. her hands felt sweaty and clammy as she climbed down, despite the almost-freezing air surrounding her. as soon as her Converse-clad feet touched the ground, Alora was gone, immediately running into the dark, creepy woods that sat behind her house, not once looking back. failing to notice the flick of a bedroom light going on, right where her parents slept.

it was so cold out, and Alora had no idea how long she had been running. she never stopped running. literally. not stopping to walk or jog, just constant running, without any breaks, wanting to get as far from her home as possible, filled to the brim with the fear of getting caught. one thing she knew, though, was that she was out of her home state of New Jersey and past the state line into New York. it wasn’t far, considering she lived right on the edge of New Jersey, but at least it ensured she wouldn’t be found easily. her parents would probably assume she was somewhere in their local town.

light hadn’t begun to shine yet, but she assumed it would soon, so she slowed down, deeming it safe enough to finally take a break. she was panting, desperate to catch her breath. there was a sign she noticed a few miles back, listing the upcoming gas stations and motels, which she planned on finding and staying in. money wasn’t a problem for her, as she had spent the last six years of her life saving all her birthday, Christmas, couch, and even street money.

up ahead were the bright shining lights of a somewhat nicely-looking motel. staying there all alone made her nervous, but she had to. she had to get away from the prison that was called her home. she entered the motel check-in building with caution, purchasing a room for one night. as soon as she was in her temporary room, the door locked and lights off, with her head comfortably laying on the pillow, the way she quickly fell into a deep sleep was like she blacked out the second she was in bed.

the bright, screeching laughs of a young girl echoed around, bouncing off the dark walls of her mind. flashes of light blinked around her as she stood, slumped in the middle of a strange room. the little girl’s giggles danced delicately with those of another girl as they skipped around her, hand in hand. it was foggy and blurry around the gloomy teenager. the warm haze of the area around her was unfamiliar, it stirred the war deep within your consciousness.

things seemed off, however, but whatever it was, was so subtle that she had trouble figuring out what it was, figuring out what was right from wrong. her laughs reflecting over the rounded walls of her mind were ethereal, spewing with remnants of the sun’s humid summer heat. Apollo was being generous – the girl thought, casting the warmth of the bright star across the backs of the three girls, despite the shadows lurking deep in the corners of the endless room. the blinding should’ve been enough for her to turn away, shield her untouched eyes from the hurtful rays.

in her isolated state, she felt nothing, hardly able to feel even herself. but, jealousy, surprisingly a common emotion within the girl, bubbled in the deep depths of her soul, and she had her mother to blame for it. i’m sorry! – she called, to no one in particular, no one who cared to listen, not as if there was anyone there anyway. she pleaded to be heard, begging for forgiveness, but it wasn’t truly her. well, it was her. but it wasn’t?

it was the little girl. an almost identical, but younger, shorter copy of the towering girl before her. and suddenly, she was aware – heavily aware, even if it was dangerous. is this a dream? – she asked, it was impossible to tell if her lips had moved, allowing the words to leave her mouth. or if it was a thought that had somehow managed to leave the confines of her mind that was in her mind. It was like a labyrinth. it scared her. no – there was no way this could be a dream, instead, a nightmare. one that she felt she was trapped in, with no doors, no windows, and no way out.

was it possible to feel trapped in your mind? be trapped in your mind? i mean, that’s what she assumed, that it was her mind she was stuck in, feet firmly stuck to the bottomless pit-like ground. maybe her subconscious had led her into the dreams and nightmares of someone else, probably someone she knew, right? maybe it was the other little girl? that little girl who had been skipping around with – what she assumed – was a younger version of herself.

the young girls flashed by quickly, almost like a glitch on a computer screen. having already seen her close enough, she was able to both memorize and recognize the smaller version of herself, but she was also able to get a glimpse at her nightmare version’s companion. with her fingers tightly grasping onto her friend’s, the small girl skipped around, beaming with smiles and laughter, living a carefree life. despite her young age, tight, defined curls framed her tan face, cascading down her back, and bouncing with each step of her feet on the hazy unlit ground.

she wondered who the girl was, and how she knew the miniature girl meant to represent herself. in her dream state, nothing, none of anything she’s witnessing, – herself, the other girl, the running around, the laughing. – none of it was familiar. not one noise, color, or movement sparked any form of recognition in her intellect. how could a past version of herself have such a vivid, gut-wrenching sense of familiarity, yet feel so unimaginably unfamiliar deep, deep inside her?

the confusion bouncing between the walls of her mind like a ping pong ball, making her head twist and turn with every new direction, always stranger than the one before it. it felt like long, excruciating hours had gone by, where she was just stuck in the middle of the pitch-black darkness, physically – and mentally – unable to pick up her feet and move, even just the smallest inch. She felt held back, physically tied down to the room surrounding her, hands bound, feet changed, ensuring she had no way of escaping.

all she could do was watch the two young girls as their laughter faded to sobs, their skipping in joy to running away in fear. how quickly Apollo’s rays of sun turned into Selene’s ethereal glow of the moon. a full moon. she had pulled away from her nightmare confinement, slipping back into the real world with the echo of her past self’s ear-piercing scream, rupturing and spilling deep down to the crack already formed in her soul. oh, and the loose thump of a small child’s body dropping on the ground.

Alora flung herself up, blankets pooled around her feet, which then touched the cold floor as her body stood up, wobbling, warm tears sobbing down her face. her side of her cheap motel bed almost completely drenched in sweat, her body shivering in sync with her sobs. she searched desperately for any ounce of oxygen, though it seemed every atom had been sucked away, her lungs deflated, struggling to bounce back.

it felt like she was dying. her heart refused to slow, even going as far as to pump more blood, increasing the deafening pounding that she heard in her head, her ears, and all around her. weak, shaky legs giving out, her body made a thud on the ground, leaving her a heaving mess on the hardwood floor. mouth wide open, head going numb from the lack of air altogether. her throat burned dry, tears cascading down her cheeks, her clammy hands clawing at her throat as if claws would appear and slice them open, any way to let air in.

she had no idea what was happening to her, or why it was happening. maybe it was connected to her dream? she didn’t know, only wanting to gain back control of her own body. scrambling to collect herself, the shadow looming outside of her room window went unnoticed as it flowed away, eyes casting a strong gaze upon the poor girl. when her body allowed the stuffy air in, she began to calm down, legs curling up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. she had stopped crying, but was sniffing like crazy, shaking, her mind so unbelievably overwhelmed that she struggled to even think about anything that just happened. she couldn’t fathom the idea of sleeping again, mind traumatized from what she had just been through.

Alora rested her chin between her knees, sat and wrapped in a tight ball. it was only the first night of running away and this is how it turns out? how is she going to survive the rest of her time alone? she was clueless, any plans or ideas she once had were long gone, floating around the dark and cold motel room. her body still shook and shivered, numbness filling herself. she had no clue what was in store for her, but only hoped it wouldn’t be as bad as the first night. oh boy was she as wrong as she was naive.

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