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"Well, Muyang. You are a very, very, attractive man. Any guy or gal would be very lucky to have you as a boyfriend."
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Awwww Tim 🥹
#chenford#the rookie#just get back together already#you’re an idiot#tim bradford#Lucy chen#but also respecting boundaries but still showing up for her
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kinktober : oct 3rd
simon riley x teasing / bratting
winding simon up was so much fun.
it really gets your heart racing after a slow week, you know? sometimes, you were restless and antsy — and you needed your giant, strong man to threaten you a little to feel something.
so, you’d pretty much been slutting yourself out to him around the base.
it was unlike you, his demure thing that respected privacy and boundaries as much as he did. but, occasionally — you both liked the thrill. which is why you had taken the chance to be extra chatty and sweet with his men, brushing it off as “i’m a nurse, si. you expect me not to speak to people now?” however, it wasn’t just that. it was the tight outfits, the dropping things on the floor just to bend over right in front of him before he goes off on duty — and worst of all, when he’d give you little to no reaction, the touching.
you’d spot him near the dining hall, a quiet night on the base. he was stood, arms crossed after training some newer recruits and he just looked so fucking big. he wore a long sleeve black thermal shirt, stretched across thick muscle, and black cargo pants, the thick belt accentuating his waist. he had his usual black balaclava on, and his boots added an inch or so onto his already imposing height. you felt yourself fucking clench, and for no reason other than he looked good.
you skip over, all bouncy and smiles and he has to fight not to let a smile slip himself — his eyes softening.
“si!” you smile softly, approaching and he turns his body towards you. simon always gave you his full attention.
“you alright, love?” he gruffs in that low voice, and you can barely contain the horny and dumb expression from sliding across your features, blinking up at him with large doe eyes as you suck on your bottom lip. tease, he thinks.
“missed you, been neglecting me.” you groan, and he can tell by your voice that you don’t really feel any kind of way about it. there’s something bigger at play here and he knows it already.
“was trainin’ the rookies.” his eyes don’t leave yours as you step closer, tits brushing against his stomach.
“mhm? how was it?” you converse sweetly, barely glancing around to see if there were any wandering eyes before reaching down to his belt, playfully tugging at it before your hand wanders lower, feeling his heavy shape under your palm. he harshly grabs your wrist, pinning it in the air as he stares you down, voice dropping an octave.
“you think that’s wise, nurse? doin’ that right here?” nurse. he always calls you that when you’d been bad. bingo.
his intimidating glare makes you falter for just a second, ripping your eyes away to recoup but when you do he moves his head to follow your gaze, stepping forward so you’re backed up against the wall.
“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try, but it doesn’t come out as confident.
“no? reckon you’ve been behaving this week, then?” he pushes, muscles tight with frustration. he’d been waiting for the chance to pounce, and you’d barely even pushed his button. you hold your chin up, putting on the act.
“i have. i’m a good girl.” you tease and he scoffs, eyes darting about the hallway before grabbing you roughly by the waistband and stuffing his thick arm down there, strong hand pushing past your panties. you let out a quiet yelp when he slides his fingers through slick, tutting at you and pulling his hand out.
“as i thought. all wet over nothing.” he berates, opening your jaw with one hand and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth with the other. your eyes water as they stare up at him mercilessly, threatening to roll back when you choke on them just a little. you’re saved by the sound of footsteps and he pulls back, a string of saliva following his hand when it departs and snapping against your chin, making you splutter a little, wiping it with the back of your hand.
you think he might let you run off, now that there’s people around but he grasps you by the back of the neck when you turn around, practically walking you like a dog in the direction of your dorm. “c’mon, know you’re fuckin’ dyin’ for it. walk that sorry little arse all the way to your room.” his voice is a mere growl now and all you can do is silently nod, cunt clenching around nothing.
#simon riley smut#ghost cod smut#call of duty smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley drabble#call of duty drabble#cod prompt#kinktober 2023
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Delusional - Leon Kennedy
yandere!Leon Kennedy x afab!reader | 18+ mdni | oneshot
summary: the chief felt sympathy for you and let you have a job as a coffee girl, but along the way you start to do favours for your favourites in the department, only the label of the favourite brings unwanted attention from the new rookie.
warnings: DARK CONTENT, heavy smut 18+ mdni, dead dove do not eat, yandere, obsession, heavy smut fantasies, masturbation, stalking, watching porn, moments of misogynistic language, voyeurism (peeping tom), non-consensual picture taking, breaking in, thoughts of kidnapping, putting someone to sleep with chloroform, tit play, grinding, unprotected sex (p in v), non-con, and somno // please read the warnings carefully, and understand this fiction is made for 18+ only and if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable this fic is not for you; please remember this is just fiction where real people cannot get hurt, and no actions in this fic are condoned.
Stage one: noticing
Navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the job market proved to be an unexpected odyssey, a reality starkly different from the rose-tinted visions of post-college life. You harboured the naive notion that securing employment would be a mere formality, a recipe of time, persistence, and nothing more. However, the harsh truth unfolded before you, revealing a landscape that was desolate and unforgiving, where the promises within the market of ‘urgently hiring’ were nothing more than a lie that echoed hollowly against the deafening silence of unreturned emails and failed interviews where people couldn’t even be bothered to follow-up, just letting you wonder about your failure into obtaining your first real job.
In your frustration, you confided in your father, lamenting the arduousness of the job hunt, how this pursuit was draining you and how unfair it was. You told him it wasn’t what it was like when he first entered it, how he was given the chance to climb the ladder, and you weren’t even given the sight of it—it was just starting to feel tedious.
His empathy was palpable as he sought avenues to alleviate your plight. Despite his respectable standing within the professional sphere, his efforts to secure a foothold in your proved futile search were met with the obstinate resistance of corporate bureaucracy and entrenched biases; when he asked his boss for a simple job, perhaps in the mail room, he was only met with: “If I allow your daughter, I’ll have a whole mailroom of incompetent daughters.” This was met with your father feeling disheartened, unable to fabricate a response, and not wanting to go against his boss’ boundaries.
Yet, amidst the encroaching despair, a glimmer of hope emerged from connections through the benevolence of an old friend, the chief of the Raccoon City Police Department. Your father had met him back in high school, and despite the distance over the years, there was an inextricable bond where favours were allowed to continue being asked. A lifeline materialised in the form of a humble role at the department, as you were designated as a simple ‘coffee girl’ to make the coffee runs for his workers and help clean up the area; it all worked in the chief’s favour anyway, with him needed workers to stop being distracted and continue with their designated cases.
At first—when you started—everyone was curious as to who you were, wondering why the chief allowed a coffee girl when the department never had one; no one could think of any other department that allowed this; this practice was out of the ordinary as the usual practice was having someone nominated to take their turn and collect everyone’s order, but hey, they weren’t going to complain about having someone take care of them, people who were constantly nominated were even more thrilled about you working here.
Before starting, you had some thoughts before going to bed that maybe no one would be friendly or accepting of you, but this was all proven wrong; as the months continued, you were welcomed, becoming a favourite with how you remembered everyone’s usual order, but you also had your favourites. Everyone was kind to you, but you still had your favourites; being your favourite meant you would always sneak an extra sweet treat for them; the way someone knew to expect being a favourite was if you asked them what their favourite treat was. This started with Jill Valentine, then rippled to a man called Chris Redfield; some people even went out of their way to be marked as your favourite, but for a good while, it was only to them two until after a month or so, you found another to be labelled as your favourite; the newest recruit in the department who was the newest target to be picked on, the ‘rookie’ everyone liked to make jokes about, Leon S. Kennedy.
When you first met him, you noticed how reserved he was, how he stuttered in his speech and how shy his demeanour was; when he had a seat allocated for him, you wanted to be the first friendly face after a long time of being subjected to what the guys liked to call ‘harmless bullying’ a term they used to describe it as a state of teasing that ‘built character’, but all you could see was a group of guys that never grew up and stayed in the state that piqued in high school—you had encountered that all your life, and many others. You remembered tapping him on the shoulder and introducing yourself, waiting for him to fabricate his words to introduce himself to you; you told him you were the coffee girl around the department and gave him the times you would go out and get everyone what they wanted, giving him a piece of paper to put his order down. You remembered that shy, small smile as he wrote it down, thanking you for spending time with him.
That was the first stage of him noticing you.
Inescapably, he found himself ensnared by the genial ambience you provided, discerning the elegance of your smile and the picturesque framing of your countenance by your styled locks, reminiscent of an ethereal masterpiece. Yet, he refrained from delving deeper into such impressions, recognising that your amiable demeanour was intrinsic to your professional role. These cogitations united into a resolute acceptance as he seamlessly integrated himself into discussions concerning you, recognising such interactions he noticed were just the result of friendliness being a part of your job. With a nonchalant attitude of seeing the truth, he dimmed any personal inclinations, instead redirecting his focus to his duty as a law enforcement officer, immersing himself into the very reasons he chose this line of work when going through the academy.
As the weeks drew on, your reasonings of favouring started to manifest; the reasons resulted in a mix of his manners and sympathy for Leon. You heard how people talked about him in the breakroom or the reactions to being partnered with him. The titling of ‘rookie’ always left a bad taste in your mouth when you were watching full-grown men bullying him like they were back in the walls of the school—how pathetic it was, you thought to yourself, but you could tell it was doing a number on Leon’s mentality. You were never given slack for being new; at the very most, some people called you ‘cute’ but not in a complimentary way, more to describe your lack of experience within the chief’s sympathy towards you. Still, you were never subjected to what Leon was to. You decided to do something small, to make him feel better, asking him the next time you gave him his usual what his favourite treat was—you were aware how odd this was to him, you could tell with his facial expression, but you knew it would make sense the next day. You could tell the others knew what was happening when you noticed people waiting for that question, just looking at Leon and wondering why him. He quickly answered that he was simple and loved raspberry and white chocolate muffins; you greeted his answer with a quick nod and scurried away to put it in your notebook, ready to give it to him the next day.
When that day rolled along, you managed to collect everyone’s order and pick up the treats for Chris and Jill, later remembering the order you wanted to make for Leon; you looked at the glass dome surrounding the cakes and pointed to the one that you thought was perfect, hoping it would pick up his spirits, even if it were just a little bit. When it came to you walking back to the building and giving out everyone’s orders, you made sure Leon was left til last; you saw him look over to you with a tinge of sadness, perhaps thinking that he was forgotten, but after your little conversations with Chris and Jill you made your way over to Leon, being greeted with that shy smile that you couldn’t help but describe as cute.
“Hey, I’m sorry I took a while to get to you; please don’t think I was ignoring you,” you reassured him as you placed the coffee in front of him.
“It’s o-okay. I know you have loads of people to get to,” he wrapped his fingers around the warm cup, curiously watching as you remained a few moments longer around his desk and reached in your bag for something.
“Oh, don’t be silly, I couldn’t forget you.”
Couldn't forget me? Leon thought.
“Remember that question I asked you yesterday… Well, I hope this answers why I asked it,” you handed over his favourite treat, watching as his eyes widened with happiness, and a dust of blush appeared on his cheeks.
“T-Thank you so much… You didn’t have to go out of your way-”
“It’s my treat,” you said, grazing your hand on his, “Consider it a thank you for being so kind to me.”
He watched your lips curl and stretch into a warm and inviting smile—he couldn’t help but feel a connection from that smile.
That was when it all changed.
That was the day Leon felt connected to you, feeling a need to cling to the idea of you, thinking the more he clung to it, the more the fixation of connection would manifest into a physical connection, much more than just a graze on the hand, but physical intimacy—something he craved, and now only craved with you from now on. When you walked off, you didn’t notice how the blush intensified as he grazed his finger along the paper casing of the muffin you gave to him; one of the corners of Leon’s mouth turned up, his hand smoothed over the warm drink before lifting it to his lips, letting it glide down his throat, before clenching his jaw as he thought and looked to you across the room.
Your name would be on his mind for a long time now.
As he continued to watch you before going into the chief’s office, he made his way into the breakroom, ready to dispose of the paper casing surrounding your provided present; before putting it in the bin, he caught Chris' attention.
“Oh, I see someone else has joined the club,” he laughed lightly, adding to Leon's confusion.
“Club? I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you mean.”
“You know the coffee girl, yes?” Leon nodded, "She has her favourites, and you know you’re a favourite if she asks you what your favourite snack is and gives it to you; so far, you're the third person; you must have been very kind to her.”
Favourite. I am her favourite. He continued to think about being a favourite, a tinge of jealousy within his mind as he thought about being the ‘third’ favourite, but he was a favourite non the less, steps ahead of many of the guys in the department—and he loved that he was on your radar.
Stage two: obsession.
Leon always thought you looked pretty; he thought it was an objective fact that you were the most attractive girl in the precinct, but he never formed any true feelings about that. However, since that day, his behaviour and feelings towards you started to change; he couldn’t get the word 'favourite’ and the notion that he was your favourite out of his mind. He often thought that he wasn’t the only favourite, but he didn’t need to think of them; they weren’t a competition—the way Chris said it, it had a casual tone, not one of endearing description, granted whenever he heard you in the breakroom laughing with Chris, jealousy was often felt. However, he knew if Chris wanted you, he would have made a move already—but he was still one to watch. As more time drew, he constantly thought of you; no matter the time of day, you were fixed in his mind, a constant that would not change.
As the weeks drew on, he started to notice you more, noticing everything about you with just the simple act of watching; it wasn’t hard to collect this information, especially with how you were a creature of habit, a person who worked with continuous routine—a huge mistake from you. He knew the times you would go off for your coffee runs from the paper you gave him; he knew the order you would go around the room and how you left Leon for last and always had a longer conversation with him. He also noted when you would have your breaks and how long you would talk to Jill and Chris; he made sure to listen in to ensure Chris was never overstepping the boundary he placed ever since his obsession was created. He always felt a burning within his chest, a heavyweight hanging on his heart every time he heard you laugh from one of Chris’ jokes; he couldn’t help but curl his fists into a ball, feeling his head get warmer as the feeling of jealousy expanded further within him.
Calm down, Leon; he would have already asked her if he wanted her. He constantly told himself to calm down and stop thinking of how close you two were together, remembering that Jill was in the middle of you two. If he wanted to be closer, he would spend time with just you—that thought comforted him.
Your small conversations lasted a little longer when you gave him his coffee and muffin. It was Friday, and the easy conversation was on its way.
As you were about to turn around, you were greeted with an extended conversation with Leon, who asked, “Have you got anything plans for the weekend?” he fiddled with the paper casing as he tried to concentrate on the conversation you two were having.
You were taken aback at this imposed question, not shocked at the content, but curious about how he started to take interest: “Oh, nothing much; I’m thinking of just chilling at home and relaxing a bit; what about you?”
“Oh, I’m just working on some cases; see how much I can get done over the weekend.”
“Don’t overwork yourself; there’s a reason you have the time off.”
She cares about my well being, Leon thought, your kind nature only adding to his obsession growing.
“I’ll see you around; I need to do something for the chief,” you went off, leaving Leon in a pool of his thoughts that never stop being around you. You were kind to everyone, but it felt different to him; you cared for him more with how your words were strung together.
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The weekend felt long; usually, Leon would enjoy the time off, using this time to be as lazy as possible and have a break from his other colleagues, but his weekends now consisted of longing and counting down the minutes until he went back to work until he could see you again and sneak a few minutes of conversation with you. He couldn’t help but think about what you were doing at your place; he wondered if you lived alone; he wished you lived alone as he fantasised about growing closer to you and spending time with you—if only he had the courage to initiate that.
Leon thought about where you lived; he knew it wouldn’t be too far from the police station, and he was even thinking of getting some information through a series of questions. But he could tell you were a smart girl and wouldn’t give that information out by mistake. You seemed overly cautious, but not too cautious, as you had a few mistakes let slip—like your continuous routine, which was easy to plan around.
But right now, all he could think was the idea of having you, not just in a romantic way where you could be his person for as long as he needed you, but thinking of an intimacy he so long desired.
He wasn’t exactly the rookie everyone described him as; he had a girlfriend before finishing the academy and joining the department. It wasn’t like he was oblivious to it all, but that ended a long time ago when the thought of her disappeared the moment she left his everyday life, and now you were the beautiful and endearing replacement that he couldn’t stop thinking about.
He was confined in the same four walls he had lived in for years. He felt the urge to pull his laptop and fix up a website everyone had at least wondered about, even if it was out of curiosity or plain desperation; he hadn’t touched this website in a while, but thinking about you wasn’t enough, his imagination needed stimulation, and watching porn was the only way he could settle that yearning that was bubbling inside of him for a long time now.
He slowly looked at the screen, looking at the most popular videos that were the most watched, but none of them was attracting him; he just wanted you, and everyone he looked at was just inferior to how he put the thought of you on a pedestal. So, he typed, looking through several pages, looking for girls that emulated your features, perhaps having similar hair colour or style, similar body type, and facial features; he kept scouring through the internet to find a video with someone that looked like you, of course, none of them even came close, leading him to have to settle. His mouse hovered over results that came close to what he needed before the window for settling decreased in chance with an overwhelming wave of uncontrollable desire wash over him, pressing against his pants as he continued to have you on his mind, the thought of you being the source of his mind and body running on adrenaline.
As soon as he watched, he jerked his hands away from the keyboard, pushing the laptop further down as he unbuttoned his trousers, palming the imprint of his clothed cock for a moment, watching as the girl in the video—an inferior doppelganger—undressed slowly for the camera, teasing her viewers with the perfect execution of timing and a smile that just enticed you further; of course, Leon wasn’t enticed by her, he was only watching for the similarity she had to you, but she was a good enough vessel for his imagination to run rampant.
He pulls out his cock, which is throbbing painfully, making him moan and whimper slightly as he wraps his calloused hand and lets it run along his prominent veins, smearing the dribbling of precum along his warm shaft, his cheeks flushing deep red as he continues to morph her face into the perfect imagination of you, imagining you opening your legs and biting your lip, running your fingers along your wet folds, imagining you begging and desperate eyes looking up to him to beg for his cock inside you—god he needed that more than ever right now. He was practically salivating, drooling as he watched the woman fit her fingers inside her wet cunt, continuously thinking about what you would look if he fit his cock inside your aching pussy; he just knew you would be a screamer. His cock continued to painfully throb as he pressed his fingers around his member, even harder with another squeeze, kicking his head back as he continued to think about how you would moan his name, thinking about what you would sound like; he imagined even further how much of a dirty girl you would be. She has an innocent facade, but I can bring it down, he continued to think as he was lost with an unbearable ache within his core, his heart racing as he leaned back and pumped his hand even harder, laying your name on his tongue.
His eyes closed, listening to the woman’s moans in placement for yours, fantasising about what you would look like naked, wet and squirming just for him and only him, his fantasies becoming vivid as he thought about watching your tits bounce with every thrust inside you wet core, pounding his hard cock inside you repeatedly, wanting to just fill you up to the brim with his cum.
That was it. That was the thought that sent him over the edge. The thought of making you his by pumping his hot seed inside you, fucking it further inside your cervix. His fingers were wrapped around his shaft tightly as he let out a whimper, a quiet ‘fuck’ with a release of your name like a blissful treat laced on his lips; his hips bucked as he refused to let that thought of you being his little cumslut be fixed in the lines of memories and fantasies—he needed to bridge the gap with you.
After reaching a sweet release, he looked at the woman in the video, hearing her talking and her high-pitched voice, looking at her with disgust. “Shut up… annoying bitch,” he hissed in a curse, closing down the tabs.
He couldn’t let this be in his imagination; Leon’s obsession would no longer live in his fantasies, and he needed to ask you out.
This was routine with Leon; he always found himself in the same pathways, no matter how much he denied that part of himself. He always noticed a girl, then went to know them a little more, continuously thinking and then… asking them out and letting everything he wanted manifest into a reality of physical connection. That’s all he needed to do. He planned the next time he would see you would be when he asked you on a date, perhaps dinner at his place. All he needed to do was wait for you to say yes and let it continue from there—you would be the most perfect, his favourite girl he laid his eyes on and continued the repetitive journey with, perhaps be the last one with him now finding perfection.
Stage three: rejection
In the dimly lit break room, Leon hesitated at the threshold, his heartbeat pounding against his ribs, his blood flow quickening through his veins with the tumult of his beating heart. Each breath felt laboured with anxiety, weighted with the burden of anticipation and trepidation. Adjusting his shirt—in a futile attempt to regain composure—Leon stepped himself for the task he provided himself the previous night: to summon the courage and ask you out, the enigmatic coffee girl he just couldn’t forget ever since he was exposed to your heart of gold.
As the door creaked open, Leon was exposed to you, immersed in preparing your coffee; you were in your world before you heard the click of the door close. Leon’s breath hitched in his throat, beads of sweat drawing along his brow as he tried to maintain calm and remain at the task at hand, subtly, well to what he thought was subtle, he rubbed his hands on his trousers from them heating up in fear, trying not to become distracted from what he had set out to do.
Summoning his courage, Leon cleared his throat, the sound echoing unnaturally in the space: “Morning… Hey… Um,” he paused for a moment, “The coffee girl making her coffee… heh,” he let out nervous laughter at a failed attempt at what he thought would come out as a joke… If you could call it that.
“Um, yeah… I get my breaks like you lot,” you let out a sympathetic, breathy laugh, but Leon could see through it, knowing it was a sympathy laugh. Nonetheless, he was still warm inside, knowing you were trying to make him comfortable; your smile continued to beacon a feeling of reassurance that made Leon’s heart flutter within its beats.
Embarking upon the precarious precipice of confession, Leon forged ahead, his words carefully fabricating into what he had rehearsed the night before: “So um, I’m glad to find you here… Alone… Since I- there’s something I want to ask you.. For a while now,” he rubbed the back of his neck as you raised an eyebrow out of interest.
“Oh, do you want to change your regular order? I’m happy to do that for you,” you naively reached for your notebook.
“No, no, that isn’t what I wanted to talk about,” he couldn’t help but find your naivety cute; how you were always ready to please was captivating to him; you continued to watch as he was trying to find the words. “So I’ve wanted to ask you this… For a while now…You’re a very kind and pretty girl, and I find… I find…I-I think about you often, wondering if you want to… Go out with me. You’re a really nice girl, and well, I’m a really nice guy; we already have that in common and, yeah, what do you think?”
A flicker of confusion danced along your features, your brow furrowing into gentle bewilderment as he kept blabbing on; you watched how he rubbed the back of his neck, how he couldn’t keep up eye contact longer than a few seconds, and how his foot kept grazing along the wooden floor as he kept gently kicking it back and forth. “Oh,” you said as you tried to figure out what to say, tapping the ceramic layer of your cup as you tried to piece it all together.
Oh… fucking oh, that’s all you got, Leon thought to himself.
“Look, I think you’re lovely, but I’m not ready to go on dates; it’s only nearly been a year after finishing college; I’m not ready to start dating again.”
Again? Who else has got their hands on her? Leon felt a sting of jealousy.
Rejection pierced Leon’s hopes, feeling like the jagged rocks of reality came crumbling down on him; with a nod of resignation, he acquiesced to the painful truth. “I-I understand,” his fists were bawling up and his teeth grinding, “I’m sorry I asked,” he walked off slowly, hoping that you would stop him and tell him you changed your mind.
But you didn’t.
You had a boyfriend in college. Nothing serious happened with him, but you were close to that man; you even thought you loved him at one point until he betrayed you with another woman. You weren’t ready to start going out on dates, especially in a new job where you barely knew anyone.
Just as you were planning to exit, your friends came through the door, noticing how shaken up you were.
“Are you okay? you look like you just saw a ghost,” Jill said with concern, coming over to you and placing her hand on your shoulder for reassurance.
“I-I had a weird encounter with… Leon.”
“The rookie? what’s the little weirdo up to now?” Chris asked while folding his arms, coming closer to you so you wouldn’t have to raise your voice.
“He… He asked me out.”
Both of them widened their eyes, looking at one another and gesturing you to sit down; while the topic of asking someone out was an innocent one, you looked shaken up by Leon’s advances.
“I was here making myself a coffee, and I think he was trying to make a joke. I don’t know; he wanted to ask me something. I thought maybe he wanted to change that coffee order because we all know it’s gross. Who orders that?” Chris cut you off your emerging tangent.
“Back to the topic, you said Leon asked you out?”
“He said he had been thinking about me for a while and was saying that we’re both nice. He asked, and I rejected him, but… I don’t know; I feel weird. Was I leading him on? What’s it that muffin I gave him? I didn’t want to give that idea.”
“Look, I’m not going to defend him, but-“
“Then don’t finish that sentence,” Jill cut Chris off, “Look… It was just a case of a man misreading friendless for attraction; it happens a lot; men are stupid,” Chris looked offended, “especially the one opposite me.”
You both laughed.
“I just… I just find that it’s delusional to start liking someone because they did their job. I gave him a muffin, nothing else,” you told them.
“Giving muffins isn’t in your job; you do that extra. I’m not blaming you, but he might not be that used to women, and before you come back talking, we’ve all thought it; look at the guy,” Both you and Jill agreed, “Also, I did tell him you give muffins to favourites, to people you find kind, he must have taken it as favourite equals attraction. You’ve turned him down anyway. Just forget it happened; I’m sure he’ll forget about it.”
But he didn’t.
He was nestled in the corner, a blind spot for people in the break room, and heard every word. The moment you uttered “delusional”, it pricked a spike right into his chest, feeling like you just couldn’t help yourself but injure him and twist the blade for a bit of enjoyment; he curled his lips into a line as he heard Chris insult him, wondering what it would be like to drive him away from you, to hurt him back like he verbally hurt him. A darkened fog casted over his mind of clarity, putting him back in that dark space he worked hard to get himself out of.
No, no, no, don’t think like that. You wouldn’t want to hurt Chris. You can’t be messy. It leaves tracks. Remember your ex… All you need to do is be persuasive. Leon’s internal monologue kept feeding his delusional nature.
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The next day approached, and Leon patiently awaited your coffee run. He watched the reflection of the glass and continued to look at you, hobbling into the building with numerous coffee orders, all with post-it notes and that brown bag for your favourites. He waited patiently, keeping his back turned to not make him seem too desperate as he awaited.
Just as routine kept providing, you went around the room in exact order, starting from left to right, then sneaking a conversation with Chris and Jill, and then to him; Leon’s heart quickened in beat as he heard your deep breaths become clearer as you got closer to him, but to his surprise, all you did was plant his coffee and muffin in front of him—no greeting, no few sentenced conversation, not even the usual grace with care as you just basically threw his order in front of him like a waitress getting awful tips. There was a strange feeling within him, one of anger for ignoring him and one of sadness as you went straight to the chief’s office—you had never quickened your pace like that before.
Probably just in a rush, chief overworking you, he thought as he let the scalding hot coffee pass through his throat, not wincing or reacting to its temperature as he kept replaying your distance in his mind, over and over again. He looked at the muffin you gave him, which was still his favourite, and it looked to be the best quality from that coffee shop with its raised top and good ratio of white chocolate and raspberry. As he analysed every aspect, he concluded that you still cared to treat him.
She’s just teasing me. I can tell. She wants me to work for it. Of course, women don’t want to accept it, and it makes them look desperate; they love it when a man works for them; it’s only an act of chivalry that those women crave. Yes. Yes. If she didn’t care about you, she would have ignored you. She wants you. She does. Leon was trapped in his thoughts as he bit into the fluffy muffin, biting into a sour and sweet raspberry-rich quadrant that fueled his delusions even more. He watched the chief’s door intently, knowing that he just needed to be more persistent with you; the next time he saw you in the break room, you would say yes. Leon had it all planned in his mind.
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You were overly cautious now. You knew Leon didn’t do anything wrong, per say, but it made you uncomfortable; something about his demeanour threw you off. It wasn’t even the fact you weren’t attracted to him; you felt an unnerving aura on him. Your eyes darted around you before you entered the break room, watching the coffee machine and tapping your fingers on the counter, blinking every time a second went past and wanting time to hurry up.
Come on, come on, come on, you kept saying like the machine would obey and go quicker.
You heard footsteps linger around the room.
Oh god, not now.
Of course, who else would it be? Leon peered through the corner, watching you, already glued to the door, with an unwelcoming gaze piercing him.
“Hey… Can I talk to you?” he was back in that shy demeanour again.
“If you must,” you coldly replied.
“I’m sorry if I came onto strong… I didn’t mean to creep you out; I’m just not used to this sort of thing,” your brow relaxed for a moment as you waited for a real apology, “but I do really like you and-“
“You don’t know me, Leon,” your arms were folded, knowing he would try his chances again.
“I mean… We can get to know each other… that’s kinda what dating is about, yeah?”
You rolled your eyes.
Look at her, acting rude and nonchalant. It’s all part of her act, Leon. You’re just wearing her down, he continued to tell himself.
“I’m going to say this once and only one more time, Leon,” you said, stepping closer to him. “I’m not interested. It has nothing to do with you. I’m not interested in dating anybody now; I’m just here to do my job for the remaining time. Please understand I’m not looking for anything at the moment. I’m flattered, but I don’t want this.”
When you exited, your fleeting touch upon his shoulder sent shockwaves of longing coursing through Leon’s veins. In that fleeting moment, he entertained the notion that you liked the long game. Perhaps, just perhaps, your gesture or touch harboured a silent encouragement to persevere.
Once you left and went out of sight, you left Leon with another bitter taste of rejection upon his lips. he designated himself to the harsh truth: some desires are destined to remain unrequited, lost in the labyrinth of unspoken longing and unfilled yearning. Yet, in the depths of his despair, a glimmer of resolve ignited within him—a need to persevere despite the spectre of rejection that loomed over your conversations. His heart had fervent whispers that hoped you would stop this chase and let it just happen.
Leon’s darkened thoughts continued, standing still as he let those thoughts unfold; he wanted to keep trying to keep wearing you down, but he needed to satisfy a hunger to get it all out, to get his yearning and built-up frustrations out before he continued his chivalrous courting—a description he kept providing to make him feel better, in all reality anyone would just call this creepy. Still, Leon thought he was just playing the game.
Stage four: stalking
His fingers kept tapping as he waited in his car, tapping on the steering wheel at night for you to come out of the building.
You rejected him. Two times. But the second wasn’t the last, to Leon’s thought process; he was willing to play the long game with you, to wear you down; it wouldn’t take that long. However, there was one problem with all these build-up frustrations within him. He just wanted a taste. Just to see what you look like, but you weren’t so willing at the moment; no, you were holding back, and this led to darker thoughts bubbling and festering inside his mind, thoughts he needed to let out before it became overwhelming. He just wanted something to keep him going, to stop relying on bitches who couldn’t compare to you, to take his pictures, perhaps to let his motivations keep running.
He wanted you. Just you. No other girl.
His car was parked at the back, watching your car and waiting for you to enter. He saw you give one final wave and a comforting smile to a group of his colleagues—a smile only he wanted to be directed at him. You didn’t notice how he stared at you. The darkened atmosphere made it difficult to see anything that far, and as you stepped in, Leon started his engine, ready to follow you at a distance and find out where you dwelled.
He followed the road, making sure not to get too close, watching you from the back window to make sure you weren’t looking back in suspicion; when you finally stopped at your destination, he made a loop around the corner to make it look like he was just taking a similar path and went on if you noticed his car. In all honesty, you did notice that car, but you couldn’t make out who was in there. but after he had driven past, your piqued anxiety levels went down, telling yourself that it was just some person taking a similar route, feeling silly for overthinking.
After Leon had done his little tangent driving, he found a place right in front of the building, watching as the window lit up.
That’s got to be hers.
You always had your curtains open to get some sunlight in during the day at work. Still, your innocent affairs managed to make Leon’s job easier as he watched you from the distance of his car—he was parked in the perfect spot, a place you couldn’t see when looking down from the top floor, but somewhere that gave a clear view of what you were doing by the window.
He watched as you unpacked everything, feeling emotional responses and inpatient anger when you strayed away from his sights.
Unknowingly, you started to undress, taking your blouse off and revealing your lacy bra; this was it; this was the moment Leon pulled his phone and pressed that button to take dozens and dozens of pictures of you, watching you stand in front of the window without a care in the world. Watching as your hand slithered to the back of your hooks, his eyes widening as he moved closer to the window of his car, ready to take pictures of your beautiful body, he felt his cock hardening against his trousers as he waited for you to expose yourself.
You winced as you unhooked your bra, feeling where the underwire pressed into your skin all day, exposing yourself to Leon as he zoomed his camera in to take pictures; he cursed at his phone for blurring and not taking better quality, wanting to see your bare chest. As he was practically salivating, your head darted to the window, recognising you had forgotten to draw the curtains, placing your blouse back under your arms before hurriedly covering Leon’s shot, looking around and thankful that no one was in the streets to see you—oh if only you knew.
“Fuck,” he let out a low curse as his cock started to no longer press against his tight trousers watching your windows be nothing but a dark-covered void now.
But he wasn’t all that disappointed. He managed to get some decent pictures to settle him for a bit longer.
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He drove back to his apartment. To his glee, it wasn’t too far from his, perhaps a fifteen-minute drive from yours to his. He hurriedly fumbled with the keys of his place, kicking his shoes off and stripping naked in a matter of seconds as he lunged for his bed, wanting to indulge in those pictures before he lost his high.
He lay on the soft covers, naked, looking at each photo of your unknowing face, how blissfully ignorant you were; he couldn’t help but smirk as he zoomed into your face of shock when you realised the curtains were open.
“Such a tease. You wanted someone to notice you… You wanted me to notice you,” he whispered.
He kept swiping and zooming into your bare chest, circling his thumb around your exposed nipples, wondering what it would be like to suck on them, to pinch them until you squirmed with delight, to press his cock in between your tits; all these thoughts continued to make him harder. Before you covered yourself up, the last photo was perfect; your hair was messy, forwardly in front of Leon’s view as he kept zooming in to look. He imagined a scenario where you were a complete whore for him. Imagining you looking down and pressing your hardened nipples against the window, perhaps leaving a kiss mark on the window while looking at him with those beautiful eyes and leaving a lipstick mark on the glass; that was it, that was the imagined scenario that got him going. His phone was leaving indents on his fingers from his tight grip; he could feel his balls tighten as a dribble of precum started to ooze out the tip, his fingers tightening their grip around his large and thick shaft as he followed the flow of his thick veins, smearing the precum along the direction of his hand pumping along his length. He bit his lip as he whimpered out your name, his core tightening as he continued to look at your unknowing face. He started to think what your face would look like if he pushed his hard cock inside your wet cunt; he could just tell you were a screamer, and he wanted to hear that pretty mouth scream out his name. He imagined how you would feel as your tight hole would wrap against him.
He could barely breathe, and his breathing patterns became laboured, and his chest continued to rise and fall at a rapid pace, a groan released as he kept moaning your name. “Fuck I need you,” he moaned as his head was thrown back into the pillow, cum spurting all along his torso, slowly rubbing himself before letting go and being left to think about what his next course of action was.
Stage five: possession.
What was the point of asking you out again? Leon tricked himself into believing you set out a game for him to play, believing that you wanted him just to try a little harder for you; no matter how much distance you placed between him, he kept thinking you were just making the test harder—to him this was just another challenge he wasn’t going to put down. But this game, Leon forced himself to believe, was difficult; this game of yours would be over if he got fired; if he asked you out again, he knew you would go telling the chief, and every single person knew how much a soft spot the chief had for you. He hated how other people held that spot for you, hated how people noticed the good in you; that was something only he should notice; a burning rage within his chest flowered every time he thought about people experiencing the kindness only he wanted to experience and witness.
He wasn’t going to lose interest until he got you. Hence, he felt drawn to execute his plan for a little treat.
Leon needed to ease his frustrations and pent-up desires just to get a taste of you, to obtain further motivation to keep seeking you out, to keep wearing you down until you realised you were made for him.
For the past week, Leon kept going to your place but could only snap pictures with you fully clothed; how boring, he thought every time he pointed the camera to your window and waited for another good shot like that first night. Every time he left without seeing more of your bare chest, he still smirked behind the screen every time he saw your unknowing face, oblivious to how close he was to you—but he needed more.
To execute his plans, he needed to do some research. He planned to stop having the building be a physical obstacle against his needs, looking up your apartment complex and looking at the rooms ready to be rented out, focusing on the ones on the top floor—your floor—and looking at the floor plans. With just a few clicks on the internet and a few drives, the type of information you can get was amazing; we all know the saying, if there’s a will, there’s a way. He found those floor plans with the available pictures, seeing that all of them were similar, the only difference being the placement of the bedroom and bathrooms—the only thing in his way now was getting inside.
When your lights turned off, he was ready for his plan to continue; he marched up to the doors, running through the rain and making his way to the doors, waiting for someone, making a show of forgetting his keys—it came easy to him to lie and perform.
“Oh god, not again,” he started patting down his pockets, looking around until an older woman came along, giving him a gentle smile that signalled how his acting was believable.
“Have you forgotten the key to the front door?”
“Yeah… I always forget the key to this door; I moved in only a week ago; I need to get used to it.” In another email, making a whole other identity, Leon managed to send a few questions to the landlord, knowing that there were two keys given to the occupant, a front door key and an apartment key—as said, he did his research before coming to your place.
“Oh dear, here you go,” she let him in without a second thought. His innocent facade took her in as he thanked her: “Don’t worry about it, sweety. Forgetting is an easy thing. You have a great night.”
She waved him off as he pressed the elevator button, thinking to himself I will have a great night, clutching onto the straps of his backpack, waiting for the elevator to ascend to your floor; every time the number of the level changed, a jump in his chest was felt, excitement and anticipation running through his emotions as he thought how much closer he was getting to you, to be with you outside of work—finally.
It was almost too easy to find where you were; he knew what side you were on and only needed to count the windows he saw on the inside until he made his way to yours; it was just two windows away from the very edge of the end; he pressed his ear against the door, hearing no sounds of your consciousness still roaming around. As he made sure his coast was clear, he collected a lock pick from the smallest pocket in his bag; he was a cop, after all, he knew his way around and learned how people did this; they ought to be careful who they let in this field of work.
The silence within your place made the room feel empty; he was hit with your signature scent that sent a blush rushing to his cheeks, his heart beating at a constant quickened rhythm as he processed how close he was to you, how close he was to your private realm that he snuck into, everything about you could be learnt just within these walls—but he needed to stay at the task he provided himself. He made his way into your room, padding silently down the hall; he breathes in deeply as he reaches for your white-painted bedroom door, thankful it wouldn’t make a sound as you had left it a crack open.
She’s practically asking for it; Leon’s delusional monologue kept running rampant in his thoughts.
You were fast asleep, as planned, curled up in the countless pillows and blankets you had surrounding you; Leon couldn’t help but find you adorable how you were cuddled up, but he couldn’t let his admiration of you stop his tracks. His backpack hit the floor, making you jolt in movement, but only shifting your legs into a more comfortable position; you were out cold, giving Leon the perfect opportunity to continue with his plan. He retrieved a cloth, draining every last drop of chloroform on it, it dripping all over the floor; with a few searches, he knew it wasn’t going to be a quick breath in like the movies presented; he knew he had to press this on your nose and mouth for at least a few minutes, the fact you were a heavy sleeper made it very easy for this to happen. While you were away in dreamland, he gently pressed the wet rag on your nose and mouth, pressing just enough for you to inhale deeply but not enough to force you awake; you felt almost a tickle sensation on your nose, just thinking it was your fan pushing air on your face and causing an itch; oh how your naivety just made it ten times easier for Leon to indulge a little.
He watched your digital clock to wait for the appropriate amount of time to pass, listening to your breathing becoming shallower with every minute that past; just as the recommended time has been completed, he presses his ear to your chest, your heartbeat and breathing patterns being a murmur now; he couldn’t mess up now, he was in your room and ready to complete everything his fantasies were forcing him to do, he grabbed your face, his fingers pressing into the plush of your cheeks to give more evidence that you were asleep, but you would awake within due course.
It was time.
In a matter of seconds, he stripped off his shirt and jeans, throwing all the layers you put on yourself, his fingers tightening around the bands of your sleep clothes and peeling them off, exposing your naked and bare body right in front of him; his pupils dilated, his blush deepening, and his cock hardening as he processed how close he was to your naked form, your naked helpless form that was ready for the taking, ready for his taking.
As his eyes widen to encapture your whole form, he pressed a desperate kiss on your limp lips, pressing his hands on your chest, grabbing and squeezing them the more he placed wet and rough kisses on your soft lips; he couldn’t believe how you were just there, ready to fulfil everything he had been thinking of—this was the kick he needed, the little taste of motivation to keep going before you would be all over him, he kept thinking about the day you would help him get undressed and let him fuck deep inside you, but he had to settle for this time with you now before that happened. He released whimpers as he grinds his hips into yours, his hands underneath your thighs as he makes them go around his waist, kissing you like you were a hungry couple experiencing their first night together. He couldn’t help but be amused as he pinched your nipples, shocked as they sprung into hardened buds; lapping his tongue around them and letting them be covered in his saliva as he slid his tongue around them and placed gentle nibbles; there was just so much to do; and so little time; he wanted to feel and experience every inch of you, but time was limited, and this was just a taste for him before he wore you down.
He gulped as his fingers collected around his waistband, freeing his throbbing erection from his boxers, adjusting your panties to the side so he could slip his length inside you; his fingers started following the line of your folds, a spurt of precum forming around his tip as he watched your glistening cunt ready for him, pushing his hips closer to you and sliding his tip to push along your slit and hit your clit now and again, he felt his breath hitch as he stared at your wet pussy, biting his lip and letting out quiet and whispered whimpers as he pushed himself inside you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he placed his hands on your hips before bucking his hips and watching your motionless frame bounce with every thrust he forced onto you.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, baby,” he cooed like you could hear and feel everything he was doing, pushing his hard cock further into your sopping wet cunt that dribbled all over him, making it easier to slide and feel your walls grasp around him, making it hard to last long and savour this blissfully moment, to him, with feeling his dick be placed in something he wanted to own and possess.
He focuses on grinding the head of his cock, pumping it further and letting it continuously hit and bruise your delicate cervix. As he watched your tits bounce, your closed eyes in a tranquil state, he pictured what it would be like to hear you moaning his name, to feel you roam your hands over his biceps and chest as you begged him to cum inside you. He bent down to the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet and addictive scent with a sigh; as much as he wanted to fill you with his seed, to fuck it further inside you and take ownership, he didn’t want to make such a mess; most importantly, he didn’t want to make a mess that could be tracked.
As he felt a deep gruntle moan erupt out of him, he pulled out and let it spurt all over your soft skin, watching how much of messy darling you looked underneath him.
He thought how easy it would be to drag your helpless body somewhere where you could realise your love with him, somewhere where Leon could fulfil every fantasy he wanted to on your gorgeous frame.
“You’re mine, sweetheart. Forever mine.”
Being delusional is a dangerous thing for the obsessive.
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Request: fluff with Larissa where Rissie is having sad girl minutes and Reader cheers her up, please
🤗 Thank you for the ask! I can certainly try! This was my first attempt at a Reader insert. It was a fun challenge. Hope you like it! 🙃
Another Dismal Dance
Larissa Weems x Reader
Notes/Summary/Warnings: Just fluffy stuff. Larissa has another disappointing Rave'N and reader tries to make it better.
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You were standing with Ms. Ingram, the other rookie teacher, by the punch bowl at the Rave'N chaperoning the students as they arrived. She was busy mindlessly speculating on who might be dating who and whether any of the speculative couples would be making an appearance together as official items, but your attention was elsewhere. You were trying to be subtle about it, but it was difficult because the object of your affection was positively radiant this evening.
From the moment you'd interviewed with her and bonded over your shared interest in Outcast History, her former subject, you'd been enamoured by Principal Weems. This was your first teaching job and she had been an amazing mentor, always ready with words of encouragement or offering an ear for you to vent. And when she'd begun to confide in you during your fireside chats in her office, you couldn't have been happier. She'd been having a tough time this year with the monster attacks and Wednesday's constant need to solve the mystery surrounding them. You'd become increasingly worried about her as you could see from the windows of your rooms how many evenings, she'd been working late into the night doing damage control for Wednesday's latest antics.
But you'd been able to cheer her up anytime she expressed frustration with things just by mentioning the Rave'N. She was so excited about the preparations. She wanted everything just right for her students to have a memorable experience and her enthusiasm was one more thing about her that you found so endearing. You'd been having little cautionary chats with yourself lately just to check in and remind yourself to respect boundaries since this was your boss and making an unwanted advance toward her could be a huge mistake but it was hard to keep your resolve everytime you saw her flitting through the halls. She was so beautiful and so elegantly put together. And her personality matched her appearance, charming and perfect. It was a struggle not to be a complete simp.
Especially right now, she was stunning in her knee length silver dress, and she looked so happy seeing all of her hard work come to fruition. She had done an incredible job on the themed decor. It was nice to see her have this perfect evening after all the stress she'd dealt with recently. Now, if only you could work up the courage to go over and tell her as much. "Right?" Your eyes widened as your realized you'd become so engrossed in Principal Weems that you'd completely checked out of the conversation with Ms. Ingram.
"Sorry?" "Coach Vlad." She was met with a look of confusion. "I said he thinks his track suit is formal wear apparently. Crazy huh? Are you alright, Y/N?" "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about Monday's lesson plan and whether to include a pop quiz," you lied trying to cover for the actual reason behind your inattentiveness. Ms. Ingram rolled her eyes dramatically and grabbed you by the arm shaking it, "We're off work. It's a dance. Loosen up and have a little fun, Y/N." "Yeah, I'll try…"
You managed to excuse yourself from Ms. Ingram's gossip train and finally made your way to Larissa. "Ms. L/N! You look lovely this evening darling. That dress is so pretty!" she greeted you happily. You blushed noticeably at her compliment. "This is amazing Principal Weems. You should be so proud. And you are a vision. Perfection." "Really?" her turn to blush noticeably. "I love it. And the gloves, the jewelry, and the hair, they're all absolutely beautiful." She smiled still blushing, "Flatterer." "Just facts." "Ms. L/N?" You heard Ms. Ranier, the other history teacher, call from behind you.
You reluctantly started to turn away from Larissa to acknowledge Ms. Ranier, but she reached out gently and took your hand to draw your attention back to her for a moment. "Ms. L/N?" You turned back with a look of inquiry. "Before you go…" "Yes?" "I just wanted to ask if you'd like to stop by my office later? Maybe for a celebratory drink? I'm so happy with how everything came together." "I would love to. That sounds fun," you said beaming at her. She smiled in return and winked at you, "See you then, Y/N." The wink has caused your stomach to abruptly relocate within your body. You turned and floated away.
Everything was going so well…until it wasn't.
You were standing against the wall with two other teachers deeply engaged in a terrible dance battle with each of you showcasing your cringest of moves when you felt a droplet land on your shoulder.As you looked around trying to find the source of the leak you noticed the droplet was red. "What the hell?" And then there was two, three, four. "What's going…" And then the sprinklers opened fully and rained down red.
People started to scream as their formal attire they'd spent weeks choosing became stained all over. Then they started to try to get away and began slipping in the mess. You immediately started trying to help students up and direct them to the exit, but it was chaos. And then you heard a loud scream and you turned to see Larissa having a full-blown meltdown in the center of the room and your heart broke in two.
She'd wanted this to be perfect so badly and she'd already dealt with so much this year and now she and her beautiful dress were stained from top to bottom. She was breathing deeply and shaking. She seemed to be having a panic attack or hyperventilating. You tried to make your way toward her, but you kept getting caught up in the on rush of the exiting crowd. Over and over again you were thwarted from getting to her. Eventually you were pulled along by your fellow teachers who all just wanted out.
In the aftermath you stood and looked frantically around for Larissa. You just wanted to make sure she was okay. Unable to find her, you hugged and comforted crying students encouraging them gently to return to their rooms and get cleaned up and apologizing for their dance being ruined. Finally you spotted her, but she rushed by on her phone and you heard her addressing Sheriff Galpin. She'd recovered from her earlier panic and now she sounded furious.
Realizing this was not an ideal time to try and speak to her you returned to your own rooms and cleaned yourself up. You paced your room using baby wipes to clean the stains from your face and out of your hair as much as possible before changing out of your ruined dress. You could see Larissa pacing furiously in her office and gesticulating wildly at the other occupants.
You determined when you had a chance you would try to intervene and do what you could to comfort her in some way. You grabbed a large basket and began filling it with items, baby wipes, cloths, a blanket, a candle, a bottle of red wine you'd bought after trying it in Larissa's office one evening, and finally a small bouquet from your pink hellebores. You made your way over to the main building and saw Sheriff Galpin and Mayor Walker leaving as you entered. You made your way upstairs.
As you entered while knocking you saw Larissa hastily try to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes as she stood from her desk. "Y/N? Are you alright? I'm so sorry for what happened?" You came in and placed the basket on the couch. "Am I alright? I came to check on you. I know how much you were looking forward to this. I'm the one who's sorry for the way it turned out." She'd been making a valiant effort not to cry but she lost the battle and started to weep openly. You rushed over and hugged her tightly. "Oh no sweetheart. Don't cry. I'm so sorry."
She clung tightly to you and sobbed loudly. You held her tightly in return and rubbed soothingly on her back trying to bring her some comfort. As her sobs lessened slightly you placed your arm around her lower back. "Come here, sweetheart," you said gently leading her toward the couch in front of the fire, "let's sit down together for a minute." You brought her around to the couch but she hesitated. "I don't want to stain it," she sniffled still wearing her ruined dress. You moved quickly over to your basket and removed the blanket, unfolding it and holding it open like a towel. She continued to hesitate.
You wiggled it at her invitingly, "Come on. I brought it just for you. Feel free to stain it all you like." Larissa smiled through her next sniffle and moved closer to you. You wrapped her up into a red burrito and hugged her once more before encouraging her to sit. She did and you removed the candle and flowers placing them on the table and lighting the wick. Larissa smiled and wiped a strand of stained loose hair from her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"Me? I'm currently in the middle of an impromptu and somewhat desperate attempt to provide some small modicum of comfort to you after what was an unmitigated disaster perpetrated on the most undeserving of creatures." Finishing your quick mood setting decor, you reached over producing the bottle of wine and holding it out to her. "May I interest the madam in a glass of the house's finest Beaujolais Nouveau?" you said in your corniest French waitress impression. Mercifully she chuckled as you poured her a glass.
Darling, you didn't have to do any of this." "I wanted to. I felt terrible seeing you crushed like that." You held up a baby wipe. "May I?" "Please." You placed a knee on the couch beside her and bent forward over her wiping the stains from her face gently. She gazed up into your eyes with a look of gratitude that made you weak. "Thank you," she whispered as you continued to wipe away the red. "Of course, sweetheart."
When you finished cleaning as many of the streaks from her face as you could, you sat down next to her on the sofa and poured yourself a glass. She held hers out for a refill and you both sat and stared into the fire for a while. You felt her hand lay over the top of yours and you turned yours over. She entwined your fingers together and you continued to watch the flames. "Are you going to be alright?" you whispered. "Yes, darling, don't worry about me." "But I do," you said after a pause. She caressed your hand gently and smiled.
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Pride -141 + König
Based on a request:
BLING!! *runs into the askbox*
Blingy, a cuteass adorable reader but then when the guys turn around she just looks this with anyone who wants to fuck around and find out with her man.
F!reader, established!relationship, soldier!reader, fluff?
Dating him is probably the easiest of tasks, he is loyal, attentive, responsible, fun, and always respects your boundaries. If another woman is giving him attention, he is so oblivious to it and thinks it's all friendly but of course, you don't. There have been times when he has had to stop you from fighting a girl because she couldn't get the message that he is clearly taken. You know he is loyal, there is no doubt in that. But what really annoys you is how those women make him uncomfortable, if he is dating someone, then his love and attention go to his someone.
"Hey, handsome, here by yourself?" a woman in her early 20s tried to flirt with him but all he did was shake his head, once more oblivious to the flirtatious look she gave him. "I'm here with my girlfriend actually." She tries to play his comment off and smiles, "But she isn't around now, is she?" He looks at her confused, did this girl not understand you were literally in the establishment? "She is, she's just talking with her boss." He always referred to Laswell as the boss lady, which Laswell hated. "Whilst, she is busy, you and I can do something~" she tries again. "Oh, well, maybe you can call the waiter? I'm sure my lady would like a drink. He isn't paying attention to me but I'm sure if he sees us both call then he'll come over." The woman rolls her eyes and walks away.
You watch the woman leave him and walk up to her. "Hi, is that guy your boyfriend?" you dumbly ask. She sounded annoyed, "No, he is stuck on his bitch girlfriend." You smile, content and once more you are his one. "That's what I thought, well maybe next time you shouldn't fucking talk to my man when he is clearly stuck up on me, you bitch." He grabs you by the waist and carries you out of the establishment. "My love, do you really want to fight that girl?" You sigh and shake your head, "No but I mean, I just think it's stupid. You clearly told her you are taken, why can't she just move on?" He chuckles and cups your face once he puts you down, "It's clear she wants what only my love has, and you my dear have my devotion, now let's go eat elsewhere, yeah?"
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Gaz:
When you two are in the field and the enemy either hits him or shoots in his direction, you are someone else. R/N is his sweet kind and caring girlfriend. Grim is the soldier who hits back, protects her boyfriend against everyone in that room and is a mean killer. "Don't you fucking dare!" she punches the enemy soldier and then after the poor man is on the floor with a bruised face, he makes him apologise. "You say, 'I'm so sorry, Gaz.' y'hear me?!"
There have been times when he has had to physically stop you from hurting Soap after sparring. Now, you know he can fight, he is after all good at what he does but there are days when you feel extra protective. One scratch and it takes Ghost, Price, some rookie and Gaz to stop you from knocking Soap out. "Fucking let me go! I just wanna talk!" All men hold you down. "Nope, we know what you'll really do"
Soap:
He is a natural flirt, no lie there but all that flirting is to you. So when a recruit is trying to flirt with him, and he seems very uncomfortable, you walk to him, assert that he is taken and then he has to grab you by the hips. "Not, 'ere my lass." He kisses your cheek and you give the girl a clear fake smile. When she walks away, you sit on his lap and caress his face. You aren't the overly jealous type but unfortunately, because he does feel uncomfortable and these girls are desperate to become the barracks bunny, you have to take all these extra measures. He loves that about you, that you make yourself seem like the jealous, obsessive type, even though you aren't just so he can walk comfortably around the base without the women wanting to get touchy with him. "I love you, my R/N, you know that?" He whispers and kisses your neck, and you nod and smile. "I love you too, Johnny."
Price:
The first time he had to physically make it clear to the much younger and desperate women on the base that he is in fact in a happy relationship, he had to kiss you in front of the others. Made it weird for the next meeting but it worked. A time where you were the one protecting him, was during a raid in Latin America. He was bait, he was tied to a tree, and beaten multiple times and unconscious. 30 minutes is the time you all had to take down the enemy base. 5 minutes in you all infiltrated it, Ghost, being your best friend tied all the men up. For 25 minutes, you personally beat and possibly killed the men who hurt your boyfriend. Ghost alone could've found the men who hurt Price but you needed revenge.
Ghost:
It's more than clear that people fear and respect him. However, he in your eyes is the one who at all times must be protected. You would go to hell and back for him and him only. So, when he arrived at the infirmary, all bandaged up, moaning from pain and being treated by the medical staff, you gave them all a speech after he was sleeping. "You all better hear me, this man here will be treated like damn royalty, if he says it still hurts, then you better fucking check the area he is indicating, and no, I will not leave the room. He feels safe with me there and I will stay in that room. And if I find out, one of you bitches is hurting my beloved I will make sure you understand why they call me Grim, got that?" The nurses and two doctors nod in fear.
"Good, now you are excused." You walk back into the room and turn back into his sweet girlfriend. "Hey, love, where were you?" his voice hoarse. "I had to take a wee." you lie and he gives you his usual questioning look. "The loo is over there, my love" he points at the door in the corner. "I just didn't want to wake you up if I flushed it." He nods, "Mmm, yeah, makes sense."
König:
As the tall, feared and at times awkward man König is, you only worried about one thing. That being, you are around him when out with friends in huge social gatherings. Because of the military, he was always looking behind him, checking the room for suspicious people. You always held his hand, massaged it or just had to be next to him. Giving him constant physical touch to remind him you were there. If he was bouncing his leg, you'd place your hand on it, if he became fidgety while out in the pub, you'd hold it and/or kiss it. When he has his mask on, he feels way better, he is less anxious but when without it, he has no other protection from his anxious mind but you. So, instead of verbally threatening people, you stare them down for minutes if needed. This all started when you went out with him to a pub and people kept staring at him, his accent, reddened face and the fact he was maskless all made him more awkward. For his sake, you never picked up fights but you would make a mental note to punch the person if seen again and if they kept doing the same thing. "You know, we can go back home, recharge that social battery of yours and use it next year." You rub his back and look up at him with soft eyes.
"Would that interfere with your plans tonight, Liebling?" He, again, shows respect for your time and plans. "No, not at all, in fact, I kinda need it too, so miene bär, let's go home, yes?" He gives you a small and sincere smile, "Ja, let's go home, Liebe."
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A/N: No idea what the hell I just wrote, but hope you liked it?
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Ghost + Animals
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Ghost loves animals. He desperately needs every animal to like him and will go an extra mile to make that happen.
If a cat or dog doesn’t like him within 20 minutes of meeting him he is CRUSHED (not including animals with prior trauma issues. He respects them and understands they need a lot of time).
Finds an injured baby squirrel and brings it back to his room. Rehabilitates it and releases it without anyone ever knowing it was in there.
Animals are just instinctively drawn to him. He is calm and never tries to cross their boundaries. Even the crankiest old cats will curl up on his lap for a nap.
Loves the army dogs. Spoils them when no one is looking. They respect him the most so he easily trains them.
(Taught one of the dogs the “sick balls” command from that one tiktok just to fuck with soap.)
Type of mf to feed crows and slowly gain their trust for months until they start bringing him little treasures. They eventually start following him around base. This absolutely terrifies the rookies.
Speaks to animals in a baby voice when nobody is around. Will melt your heart.
As soon as he finds out someone on the team gets an animal he buys some gifts for them and demands to meet it.
When he is on leave for longer periods of time he likes to foster cats and kittens. He would love to own one when he retires.
Makes his own cat tree for the cats. Also makes his own catio.
Will eat whatever cheap healthy food he can find for himself but will go all out for his pets.
If he is unsupervised he WILL name any nameless animal he comes across weapon / military words. “This is M9 bayonet - bay for short :)”.
The team stumbles across him asleep in the common room with a tiny kitten on his chest he found outside. It was cold out so he obviously couldn’t leave it out there c’mon guys. (This makes soap cry.)
Has full conversations with animals like they can understand him. One of the few times he actually opens up and really talks about how he’s feeling.
“Oh hey what’s moving in your pocket, Ghost? You got something in there?” Ghost:
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tumblr is stupid and deleted my anon’s request :c
they asked for, something of ghost where he’s too busy and stressed with work so he wouldn’t be the type of guy to have hook ups. this is where fem reader comes along to power sub ghost until he’s so pussy drunk he’s goes feral!!! ^.^
this idea had me drooling when i read it, thank you anon! hope you like <3
warnings: nsfw. fem reader x inexperienced?ghost. spitting. profanity. wrap it before you tap it!
inexperienced!ghost who hasn’t gotten laid since who the fuck knows when. poor thing is so busy with the task force, his needs are an after thought but that all changes when he meets his little rookie.
inexperienced!ghost who’s been dating you for awhile but the two of you haven’t even had sex yet. what a shame :( of course you respect his boundaries and his time at work since he’s your lieutenant but why can’t someone take care of him for a change?
inexperienced!ghost who sat in his office chair, working hard as usual, you thought enough is enough. walking into his office, with purpose, you went around his desk. this got his attention.
“baby, i know you like to go to bed together but i have a lot to do toni—“ his words were cut short as you stepped into the space between his legs. you placed your hands a top his shoulders, massaging the tense flesh, you hummed in response to the deep groan that left his lips.
“sh, just let me take care of you, yeah?” you said so sickly sweet. your hands traveling down his large arms, straight to his big belt buckle. his chest began to rise and fall more deeply. his hands went to grab your hips but you swatted them away.
“hands to yourself, big boy.” you giggled as you freed his large cock from his jeans. the sight alone made your thighs clench. this was the first time you saw him like this. he was huge. you weren’t sure if he was gonna fit but you’d make it fit just for him.
“lovie—“ he groaned, as you spat in your hand, then rubbing it up and down his length, spreading his pre along his tip. the sight of his head thrown back in bliss, made you slick between your thighs.
“feel good, baby? you look so good.” you said so sweet to him, as you began to straddle one of his thighs. you continued to play with his cock, slow strokes and then fast, making his hips thrust into your small hands.
“hmf…baby, please.” he all but whimpered. the way you had this giant man coming undone by just your hand made you burn into flames. you began to stroke his cock faster, the song of your spit and his precum making the lewdest of sounds. you couldn’t help but rock yourself against his thigh, needing some type of friction. one of his hands snaked around your waist and down your back, gripping the fat of your ass.
“ ‘m so close, fuck, baby— ‘m gonna, gonna..” he couldn’t even talk and all you were doing was jerking the poor thing off? you didn’t want to let him off easy though. :( he had been depriving you. you released his cock, making him groan from the denial of his orgasm.
“you fuckin’ brat—“ he moaned out almost pathetically. you moved off his thigh, sliding off your night shorts and panties before gripping his jaw tightly into your hand.
“so mean.” you pouted sarcastically, as you let yourself sink down on his cock. the stretch burned so deliciously, you whimpered as he bottomed out inside of you. his hands went straight to your hips, there would definitely be bruises there tomorrow.
“fuuucckkk..” he moaned, his head lolling forward, kissing your collarbone that was exposed from your sleep tank.
“you feel so good, si. hm, so good.” you whimpered as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. he felt so overstimulated, your pussy was clenching down on him like a vice. his head was filled with nothing but you and your pussy.
you slowed your movements once more, grinding into him in circular motions. your hands grasped the sides of his neck, you don’t know how he was breathing with his mask still on, your fingers gently moving it up to the bridge of his nose. his lips looked so red and puffy. so pretty just for you. you smashed your lips into his, all teeth and tongue, swallowing each others moans.
then something clicked in simons head.
he wrapped his arms around your waist, standing up, he pulled out from your warmth as he swiftly twisted you around. a gasp fell from your lips, hands flying to brace yourself on the desk. his hands gripped your hips and slamming his cock hard into you. your mouth opened into a silent scream, hands clenching into fists as he finally took you.
now you were the whimpering mess underneath him.
“such a slutty girl i have, hm? couldn’t wait till i..fuck, till i was done with my work? just had to have my cock so fucking deep inside you.��� his voice was so hoarse and mean. you were in heaven.
“si! please, just needed you so bad.” you whimpered as he abused your cunt. his hips slapping into you ass, and the sound of your wetness could be heard in the room. his hand went to your neck, pulling you back against him as he thrusted harder. he was so fucking close. his hips began to thrust into you fast, his breathing became harder, groaning in your ear in bliss.
“fuck, pet. taking care of me good aren’t you? so fucking good, my love. fuck, im gonna—“ he moaned once more, before giving you two more hard thrusts before emptying out inside you.
you whimpered in bliss, pressing back into him for more, his hand still wrapped around your throat, his other across your tummy holding you still for him. he hummed, pressing a sweet kiss against your neck making you giggle.
“you little minx.” he grunted, as he pulled out from you, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs was a pretty sight.
gonns kms now cause i cant take the stress away from our ghost :((
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i found this picture fairly inspirational. thanks for pointing this out, @icedbatik!
Sid isn't allowed in the room when Geno gets his collar fitted.
It makes sense. For all the collar will technically be Sid's property, his to buckle around Geno's throat, the fitting is a private thing, sensitive, run by professionals who know how to handle this sort of thing without setting off a reaction or crossing boundaries.
Sid knows all of this, has known since he presented and was shunted off to special alpha classes when the betas and undifferentiated players got to go home after practice.
It doesn't make him less anxious to get in.
Kris smirks at him as he approaches the door where Sid is hovering, trying not to look like every overbearing alpha stereotype. He's managed to stop from outright pressing his face to the glass, but he can still hear Geno talking with the tailors, his booming voice as he makes them all laugh, and it's making him antsy.
"You think you'd be over this by now," Kris says, posting up next to Sid, lounging against the wall with his arms crossed. Sid scowls at him. His omega got fitted already—Tristan always slips out of practice early these days, while Kris is still absorbed with helping whatever rookie D-man has attached to his side this season, and by the time Kris is showered, he's done.
Geno always waits. Part of it is that he's Sid's co-captain, and he takes his duties towards the younger omegas very seriously, always has—but part of it, Sid knows, is that he loves driving Sid crazy like this.
"Go, Sidney is outside," Sid hears through the door. He clenches his fists. He knows the cameras won't do more than capture a few teasing shots—the Penguins are respectful, they'd never post anything too salacious, Andi would kill them if they tried—but he hates that there are other people in there this year, even if the crew are all omegas too.
"Incoming," Kris says abruptly, and Sid steps aside just in time to avoid getting smacked by the door.
"Nosy," Geno says, eyeing the two of them as he breezes out. "It's OC now, for suit." Kris nods and slips inside—OC might be an alpha, but he's still new enough that the cameras spook him sometimes, and Kris has taken to lingering during his spots, drawing some of the attention and relieving the pressure.
And then it's just Sid and Geno.
"How'd it go?" Sid asks, looking Geno over, instinctively scenting for distress.
For once, Geno doesn't comment. "It's fine," he says, shrugging a little. "You know, same every year. I think you like this one. It's weird with the cameras."
"Did anyone say anything?" Sid asks sharply, hackles rising. He knows these guys, they all love Geno, none of them would ever make him uncomfortable, but—
Geno's big hand cups around the back of his head, fingers pressing into the base of his skull, and Sid takes a breath. "No, everyone is good, it's just, like, we never do, like, never have people here. It's different. Little bit weird, but it's fine." And he smells fine too, amused and fond.
Sid reaches up and presses his fingers to the vivid scar right below Geno's chin. It's an unusual placement for a bond-bite, he knows—too visible, too public, unhideable unless Geno has on a scarf, but he'd been so proud, so excited when Geno accepted his courtship, and neither of them could imagine the mark going anywhere that couldn't be seen at all times, for anyone who's looking.
Mine.
Geno's eyes go liquid as Sid runs his finger over the scar tissue, and he tilts his head, all omega instinct, proud to show off for his alpha. If they were at home, he'd be purring.
"You do suit next?" he says, swaying towards Sid, eyelids dropping. "I want to go home."
"I'll make Tanger swap with me," Sid murmurs, going up on his toes to press a kiss to Geno's soft mouth. "I'll be done soon, I promise."
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Every Now and Then
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note: i was vv bored also tysm for all of the interactions it makes me absolutely overjoyed 🫶‼️
ghost was never one for kisses or hugs
he never liked physical touch and would rather be stabbed than cared for
ghost always thought he'd hate physical touch, he thought that he wasnt deserving of it
until you came in, a rookie with a bright and bubbly personality
whod always crack jokes and tease soap and gaz
but youd always respected his boundaries even despite teasing him
he always denied to himself that he wasnt staring at the way your lips looked so kissable and soft, the way your lip gloss made your lips shimmer so perfectly
the way theyd curve whenever youd give him a toothy grin after teasing him
they way youd worry them in between your teeth whenever youd patch him up
the way they looked wrapped around a belt whenever you were stitching yourself up
it wasnt until you kissed him after a mission
you had almost died, taking bullets and stab wounds to protect the barely conscious man
you were bruised and battered by the time back up and your emerg evac arrived
it wasnt until ghost walked into your hospital room that you wailed and screamed about how much you loved him and just how much he meant to you
it wasnt until he had his hands pressed to the back of your head and neck, his forehead pressing against yours
it wasnt until he finally pressed his chapped and scarred lips against yours did he finally admit to himself he liked physical touch, he liked your touch
he loved everything about you
he loved you
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The rookie 6x08 spoilers!
Just watched 6x08 and that ending scene with Tim sending kojo to Lucy's door with a birthday card had me melting. It was a sweet gesture from Tim, he clearly wanted to get her something and with all the reminders he set on his phone I feel like pre-breakup he was planning to make the day super special for her, yet now he knows he has to respect her boundaries. Sending the card from Kojo I think was the perfect compromise, it let Lucy know that Tim still cared and was still thinking of her on her birthday without being overly intrusive like giving her a present from himself may have been.
There was also something kind of bittersweet about the moment too though and I really felt for them both, for Lucy when she started crying and for Tim when he was standing out in the hall alone looking sad. But I still loved the whole scene and I am really looking forward to next week, I mean that promo 👀.
One more thing real quick though, maybe one of you all could help me out, that song that plays in the Kojo birthday surprise scene, does anyone know what song it is because I really want to give it a proper listen but can't seem to find out the title or artist? So let me know in the comments if you do know, I'd really appreciate it.
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For a rookie dom, where would one find a complete list of rules on how to handle your sub?
For a rookie dominant, it is understandable to seek guidance on establishing rules for your dynamic with a submissive. However, it is essential to recognize that there is no one-size-fits-all manual or complete list of rules readily available. Each dynamic is unique, shaped by the individuals involved, their preferences, and the dynamics of their relationship.
While there are numerous resources out there offering suggestions and examples of rules, it is crucial to approach them with the understanding that they serve as inspiration rather than strict mandates. These resources can provide valuable ideas to consider, but they should not be seen as the ultimate authority.
The cornerstone of any D/S relationship is communication and mutual understanding. Instead of dictating rules, it is vital to engage in open and honest conversations with your submissive. Listen attentively to their desires, boundaries, and needs. Your submissive may have insights into what rules would be most beneficial or meaningful for them.
Remember, the purpose of establishing structure within your dynamic is to strengthen your relationship and enhance your submissive's well-being. It is not about imposing your will or creating a checklist of tasks for them to fulfill. The focus should always be on how the structure can positively impact your submissive's life and contribute to their growth and fulfillment.
Each partnership is unique, and the rules you establish should be tailored to your specific dynamic. Avoid the temptation to adopt a pre-made list or replicate rules from past relationships. Instead, craft rules collaboratively, ensuring they align with your partners' needs, desires, and boundaries.
While there is no universal set of rules for D/S dynamics, there is immense value in open communication, mutual respect, and personalized rule-making. Embrace the journey of exploration and discovery with your submissive, and together, you can create a dynamic that is fulfilling, enriching, and uniquely yours.
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Ghost is ticklish and Soap finds out
Originally posted on Ao3 (repost because my account shit itself lmao)
Fluff, Not Beta Read, author tried their best to write a scottish accent, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Homophobia(but its like one sentence)
WC 973
Ghost, the living enigma, an infamous legend, a nightmare-inducing powerhouse had a secret. Well technically it wasn’t a secret, it was a normal human reaction. But for such a terrifying man, normal human functions were not really thought about. He was only thought of as a tool for killing.
His “big secret” was that he was ticklish, like very ticklish. Many thought he didn’t like physical touch because he was some kind of monster and the touch from humans ate away and dissolved his skin but he was actually just some guy that happened to be ticklish. Ghost didn’t want people to know because he thought if people knew they would think he was weak, and the thought of being seen as weak sent him into a spiral. So he just kept up the “big mystery man” act.
Thankfully many people respected his wishes to not be touched, likely out of fear that he would snap them in half but whatever. But one person likes pushing Ghost’s boundary, his name was Soap. The first time they met Soap had lightly punched Ghost on the shoulder. Luckily Soap touches were never anywhere near where Ghost was ticklish, which was his neck area, armpit, and hips.
Unwillingly, Ghost grew closer to Soap, the man had a nice face, was easy to talk to, and put up with Ghost’s never ending supply of dad jokes. He was perfect friend material in Ghost’s book.
Everyday they would eat together in the cafeteria, train and gossip about the rookies, and Ghost would annihilate him in Uno. It was great. Soap managed to wiggle his way in Ghost’s cold heart and his mind and within a little over a year they started dating.
Ghost didn’t have a lot of experience when it came to dating, he had none in fact. Everyone in the town he grew up in had it engraved in their minds that being gay was a sin and so Ghost kept his mouth shut. Soap was willing to help him learn how to open up and was very respectful of his boundaries, except for the physical touch one, but Ghost never mentioned anything about it. The first time Soap ever came up behind him and hugged him from behind Ghost nearly snapped his neck, he’s gotten better with sudden touch but sometimes he can’t himself and utilise his knowledge of violence.
However Soap had started an obsession for Ghost, he loved hugging his lover and if he couldn’t do that, he would be touching him in some other way like lurking right behind him. When Ghost had found out that Soap was ticklish in the area where his skull met the back of his neck, he teased him relentlessly. When Soap was talking to some rookies, Ghost would come up behind him and brush his fingertips against his neck and chuckle when Soap flinched and quickly threw his head back and raised his shoulders to scrunch up his neck.
One day Ghost and Soap were hanging out in Soap’s room and Ghost was up to usual antics. Soap quickly turned around and attempted to wave away Ghost, “Yer always tickling me, don't ye have anything better to do?”
“No, and even if I did, bugging you is way more fun” Ghost bluntly responded with a smile clearly lacing his words.
“Leave me alone won't cha’? How would you feel if someone kept randomly coming up to ye and tickling ye?”
“I wouldn’t know because it’s never happened to me”
“How about I make it happen?”
“Wha-” Ghost barely had time to register what was happening before Soap had his hand up and tickled Ghost’s neck. Soap had pulled the fabric of his mask up to actually make contact with Ghost’s skin and was pleasantly surprised when Ghost tensed up the same way he did and was letting out small laughs.
Ghost had started backing up in a pitiful attempt to get away and Soap followed him, the movement helping Soap when he found a spot that made Simon let out a small wheeze. The massive grin that grew on Johnny’s face from being able to make Simon let out such a noise hurt, Johnny didn’t think he’d ever smiled so big and hard before. Simon’s laughs only increased when Johnny made a leap of fate and quickly went for the man’s armpit. The small squeak of surprise followed by an ever harder wheeze had Johnny’s ego through the roof.
Johnny pulled back for a second to give Simon some time to properly breathe and make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong. With a giant shit-eating grin and the most adoring eyes, Johnny watched as Simon continued laughing as he calmed down, reaching his hands up to lightly grab onto Johnny’s forearms, “How was that fer gettin’ tickled out of nowhere constantly?”
“I still don’t know, that was only out of nowhere once”
Before Johnny could go and start tickling Simon again, Simon grabbed the Scot’s wrist’s and held them in place, “You better grow eyes on the back of yer head luv, I’m gonna be sneakin’ up behind ye and tickling ye, see how you like it” Johnny said with a smug grin.
“I already have eyes in the back of my head and for someone in the military you are awful at being quiet and sneaking up on people”
“Hey! I’m good at being quiet!”
“That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told, you’re good at clearing house but when it comes to being quiet you're dogshite”
Johnny let out unintelligible mumbles, likely swearing but was cut off when Simon grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He squeaked in surprise before relaxing into the kiss. The moment was oh so beautiful and Johnny couldn't help but ruin it by tickling Simon again.
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#call of duty#modern warfare 2#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#cod mwii#cod mw2#john soap mactavish#soapghost#soap mw2#ghost x soap#soap cod#john mactavish#modern warfare ii
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poor kathy. shes 40 very soon. no baby. no ring. no public acknowledgment or praise for sticking by the man. does not even live with him. he clearly does not give her an allowance to buy quality things. she is just his secret puppy for FREE? you have rookies that take better care of their goal*diggers nice cars, decent wardrobe-they are paid for their “role”. sidney does not give a fuck. he has kathy walking around however and its sad. WOW. lessoned learnt for me. NO MAN no matter how wealthy, successful, or kind deserves your time without proper commitment. YOUTH is priceless. at this point kathy my love, just stay with the man and pray for the best because starting over at ur age will be a bigger headache. lord have mercy. he probably will retire, marry a 30 year old, create an instagram, post a pregnancy announcement photoshoot all within the same year once he gets the new woman. you can not make this up. i hate to see a woman not have any self respect or boundaries. and Nathan McKinnon seems to be following his papa Sidney footsteps. 10 years with the girlfriend charlotte walker, no ring, living in different countries. it’s a sick joke at this point.
Poor girl 🤷♀️
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!!PLEASE READ!!
Hello there I am xalon, your friendly neighborhood certified silly dude and father to around 110 people
Here's some info you might wanna know bout me
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Starting off with basics
I am a minor! [Won't be specific on age but let's say somewhere around 13-16] I have ADHD (and suspected Dyslexia) I'm Transmasc, Pansexual and on the ace spectrum (questioning cupiosexual) I use He/They so please no feminine pronouns, Also I tend to use parentheses, tag tones and end my posts with some form of 'lol'. Just a habit of mine idk
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Policy on ~communications~
If you are my mutual, feel free to reach out! I get anxious about starting conversations but I'm happy to receive dms, asks ect from mutuals :)
I'm also fine with getting asks from non mutuals, but if you aren't my mutual, please do not dm me. That's my boundary and I hope you can respect that.
I also do not mind if you vent when talking to me. My entire branding is being my followers' father, and it spawned from me wanting to just be there and comfort some of my younger friends! If you need to vent I don't mind if it's to me, though I will say I'd prefer if only or mostly mutuals did so as I struggle with interacting with people I don't know well.
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DNI LIST! [oh boy this is gonna be longgg]
Queer/LGBTphobic people (homophobic, transphobic aphobic ect) || Zoophiles|| Proshippers || Solar-Moon Shippers || Abelists || Right Wingers || Racists + Xenophobes || Anti Furs||
On the contrary, this is a safe place for almost everyone not included (almost cuz I might have forgot some stuff) but especially LGBTQ+ People, Therians, Furries and people on the autism spectrum and other forms of neurodivergency :)
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Interests!
- TSAMS/The Sun And Moon Show
- Starter Squad
- Lego Monkey Kid
- Welcome To Dreamworld
- Lego Ninjago (first hyperfixation check)
- KinitoPet
- Hazbin Hotel + Helluva Boss
- Percy Jackson
- Warrior Cats
- Wings Of Fire
- Dragon Adventures on roblox, I'm only a little obsessed (<-- me when I lie)
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Follower Count - 21 (rookie numbers I know)
Birthday - May 9th :D
Art Requests? - Open on my sideblog (@xalons-emote-shop)
Art trades - Open!
Commissions - Closed
Fanart policy - Always feel free to! Mutual or not I adore fanart. No NSFW or suggestive art please but otherwise, art Refs are on my unvale, go ahead and draw my blorbos :D
My mutuals :3
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Gonna start doing blog spesific tags, here they are :D
Art Tag - #Xalons Art
Reblog Tag - #Bowtie Reblogs
Ref Sheet Tag - #Xalon Art Refs
Ask Tag - #Ask Jumpscare
Fanart Tag - #Hehe Fanart :3
Text Only Posts Tag - #Xalon Rambles
Vent Tag- #Xalon venting
Posts Past midnight Tag - #Xalon Get Some Sleep
(Warning - tags don't work at the moment, trying to fix them)
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Other Links!
Youtube (I post animatics and timelapses here!)
Toyhouse (OC info also, Abandoned for now)
Cardd (Extra Info :D)
Unvale (OC info WIP adding all characters)
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So.
Okay.
I. ADORE. the editors on The Rookie.
Because even if the cuts make no visual sense, they have always, always, extended the Chenford scenes for us. You can see it on replays when the actors jaws are moving, but there are no lines. We just get longer moments between the characters - we always have. It's messy, but I'm here for it.
So you'll never hear me complain about the editors. They are me.
And the sound mixers? In this scene, they joined forces with the editors and slapped some sloppy kissy lip noises in there. BOOM. My heroes.
And then this moment in 5x14?
What we have here is everyone working together to give the viewers what we want, while still respecting intimacy boundaries for the actors. It's a coordinated illusion. There was no kiss, but we're allowed to believe there was.
I'm so happy with this season, and with Chenford.
As I've said elsewhere, I'd happily watch The Chenford Show, guest starring all the rest of my faves. But that's not what we have, and despite how good it's been, we're gonna have missing scenes.
(Maybe "because of how good it's been", we're expecting more scenes??)
This is just a lil ramble. Don't get disillusioned, my lovelies. Don't be hard on any of the creators, or yourself. Make your fiction yours. Keep yourself happy. Enjoy the ride. 💖
#Chenford#the rookie#it's easier to put thoughts on Tumblr#plus I'm really really tired#so it's probably not even sensible
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