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after a long day
#loki#mobius#lokius#loki series#may#marvel#art#my art#digital art#fanart#fuck making things look nice doodles only from now on#every time I try a lot to make something it turns out shitty
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Saw a drawing of Steve and now I'm suddenly thinking about artist Eddie who designed the Hellfire shirts and Corroded Coffin fliers and who draws the villains of his D&D campaigns to slap onto his DM screen for visual aid and doodles in class and-
And i'm thinking about Steve, in a relationship with Nancy, trying to ignore that things are rocky but knowing it all the same. He finds a notebook left behind in school and he only takes it because he forgot his own. He plans to use it for the day and then figure out whose it is and get it back to them in exchange, that's probably more than fair, right? And the person is really gonna want this back - it looks like half their life is contained in this thing; there is... a shit ton of loose paper stuffed between the pages and notes on all kinds of subjects and drawings and.... he doesn't even know what that is. Who is Vecna and what the hell is a... lich?
Anyway as he leafs through it he finds that some of the drawings are... actually really good. Like, absurdly good for being in a lined notebook that looks like it has taken a trip into a dumpster and picked up some debris on the way out.
Like! Those hands! Steve has no artistic bone in his body but he's heard people whine about drawing hands and - he looks at the hand not holding the book and back again - yeah, that's exactly what hands look like! And here - a few pages further (it's one of the most empty pages of the whole thing, mostly because this one seems to have started as a drawing and not as a page of notes that turned into a drawing) there are only a few lines on the page but it's still very clearly the back of someone's neck, the collar, one shoulder.... Then there's another one that is almost all lines, but they were all carefully placed to give the effect of perfectly windswept hair. Then there's one that he actually can't make sense of at first (he almost pages past it because it is just a few lines and dots taking up a quarter of a page of very annoyed... history notes? Maybe English.) It's just a jawline with some moles but... only the day before he had cut himself shaving a finger's width underneath those exact moles. And that's when it clicks. He goes back to the hair... yeah that- that could be him too. Maybe. He flips back to that one very detailed drawing of hands and... putting down the book he tries to get his hands into the same position - the angle is off but. Yeah. That's why they looked so perfectly...! Uhhhh... Handsy! Because they're his fucking hands!
Anyway Steve realizes that about a third of the drawings are or could be him. He realizes that he actually can't go through with giving it back because - what would he even say? "Hey found your notebook, nice shrine to me?" Yeah no. But he's... also reluctant to take it to the Lost and Found. There's something in the handwriting.... He has a feeling that it might not be a girl secretly drawing him. What if someone else connects the dots? What if they confront the mystery artist about it? Flashbacks to his fight with Jonathan, the line he crossed and immediately regretted. He doesn't want to be the cause for someone else getting called that. And unrelated to that, things with Nancy aren't great right now and it's... it's just nice to think someone is paying attention, alright?
Then Halloween happens a few days after. The Break-up(?), the demodogs, Billy and the tunnels- and afterwards it's nice to have the notebook to distract him from the pain. The mundane mystery of a schoolmate maybe having a crush on him. He might not even have to confront them - he can just figure out a way to slip it into their locker; it looks like at least half their schoolwork is crammed into this thing, no matter how half-heartedly done. They definitely want this back.
Man, I wish I could actually write this thing. Damn. Maybe I could even do a scene where Steve tries to Sherlock Holmes his way to Mystery Artist and confronts a (hatefully seething) Robin, because she sits behind him in that one class, only to find his own Watson in her instead. But alas. It cannot be.
#as usual this is as good as it's gonna get#steddie#steddie season 2 au#steddie ficlet#hey i'm talkin' here#steddie fic prompt#steddie notfic
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Laois SFW/NSFW HCs
!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!
A/N: I haven’t read the whole manga or watched all the episodes… so please have mercy on me if he’s not entirely in character!
warnings: oral(both receiving), cockwarming, roleplay, breeding, foodplay, nipple play
SFW
-Laois is quite the devoted lover, worshipping the ground you walk on.
-he can be a but clingy and overbearing, wanting to know everything about you and be there with you at all times. You’re his first and only love, it’s a new experience for him!
-he’s not shy at all when it comes to PDA, happily covering your face in kisses and following you around like a lost puppy.
-again, he’s super clingy. He adores being curled up with you after a good meal, and sleeps next to you every night. He loves to carry you on his back when you’re tired, taking off his armor to make it more comfy for you.
-Laois can’t help but stare at you for prolonged period of time. You’re so fascinating to him, almost as intriguing as the monsters he adores. He knows everything about you, doodling you in his journal every chance he gets.
-when you’re upset or sad, he’s upset or sad. He’ll listen to you complain and get angry on your behalf while petting your head. He WILL hold grudges if someone hurts you.
-his first priority during a battle is keeping you(ans Falin) safe. You are his darling, he couldn’t stand to see you get hurt. Even the smallest of injuries has him anxious, ready to pull you into his arms and feed you snacks while you get healed by Marcille.
-he just melts every time you give him any kind of attention or affection. Listening to him infodump about monsters and feeding him are the two ways to his heart.
-his adores feeding you, and will lick away any food on your face or lips.
-before he met you, he had never been in love before, but now that he has you his heart has never been the same. You make him whole, making him want things he never thought he would.
NSFW
-he’s a huge virgin with a big, fat cock he has no idea what to do with.
-you’re so pretty, and your hands feel so nice rubbing against his bulge that he can hardly breathe.
-you’re his first kiss, and feeling your tongue touch his instantly makes him hard. He ends up cumming in his pants from only a few sloppy kisses, looking all shy and embarrassed when he moans and whines.
-he’s a switch, a bit on the subby side due to his inexperience. He’ll let you boss him around, just wanting to please you and make you happy. You’re his beautiful girlfriend, he will absolutely listen to whatever you tell him to do!
-he quickly learns he’s obsessed with your pussy. The first taste he gets of your cunt gets him craving more. It doesn’t take long for him to get pussy drunk, looking up at you with hazy eyes as his tongue slips in and out of your pretty, right hole.
-when the two of you have sex for the first time, he’s beyond nervous, and ends up cumming on your pussy before he’s even able to push inside of you. It’s so embarrassing, but you find it hot that he got so excited he couldn’t help but spill his load on you.
-he’s got an average sized cock, about 6ish inches, but he’s GIRTHY! His fat cock stretches you out easily, and he starts to panic when you yelp as he buries himself in your pretty pussy. You quickly reassure him that everything is okay, and he’s happy to move his hips and fuck into you.
-Laois is definitely into roleplay and costumes. Dressing up as a monster will get him so hard that it’ll be hard for him to keep himself from cumming.
-Foodplay is definitely on the table. He likes watching you eat and enjoy food, and also likes when you’re covered in something sweet that he can lick off of you.
-He is okay with cumming inside, outside, on you, honestly he’s just happy he gets to fuck you. Anything you want is yours, so if you want him to creampie you and give you a baby, he’ll do it.
-sucking his cock will make him melt into a puddle. He prefers going down on you, but he will admit seeing your cute face look up at him with his cock in your mouth gets him cumming within seconds.
-his nipples are pink, and REALLY sensitive… he makes the prettiest noises when you rub and play with them.
-honestly cockwarming makes him feel so warm and happy. Your pussy drooling while he plays with your clit, clenching around his cock is just… heaven.
#laois x reader#laois smut#dungeon meshi laios#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#delicious in dungeon smut#requests open#x reader#anime x reader#reader insert#headcanon#smut requests#anime x chubby reader#chubby!reader#chubby reader#fem!reader#fem reader#female reader#smut headcanons#headcanons#HCs#laois touden#x reader smut#smut fic#smut fanfiction
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hinge and uhaul 2
summary: your second date with ellie!
warnings: cursing, making out, fingering…not proofread soz
an: WAAAAH i wrote smut wtf….. I need to shower now. Don’t be mean if it’s bad but definitely tell me how I can make it better this was my first time writing it im sorry if it’s bad pls be nice to me😭
part 1
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Ellie Williams is definitely a witch.
She must’ve slipped a love potion into your martini or crafted a voodoo doll of you because there is absolutely no reason as to why Ellie should be on your mind as much as she is. The short peck you shared with her in the back corner of a dingy bar is burned into your memory, you don’t have to put in any effort to remember how she tasted. How she felt. Hell, even how she smelled—and she smells wonderful, by the way.
Okay, so she might’ve only dropped you off outside your dorm building twenty minutes ago. It’s perfectly reasonable to still be thinking about the kiss, right?
After she pressed that short kiss to your awaiting mouth she looked at her watch and sighed, “listen, it’s getting pretty late. Let me take you home?”
You nodded and let her drag you in circles around the bar to bid goodbyes to her friends, one hand tangled with her fingers, the other circles around her bicep. And then, she led you through the parking lot toward her borderline totaled car. Is that thing even street legal?
She opened the passenger door for you and drove you home with a firm hand on your knee, thumb doodling patterns into your skin.
And then, you were home.
It’s been twenty-five minutes since Ellie dropped you off after the first date and the only thing you think that could possibly purge her from your mind is sleeping. Unless she decides to infiltrate your dreams, too.
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A couple light knocks on your door quickly jolt you awake. You drag your palms across your eyes and run a hand through your hair before sliding out of bed. Shit—no pants. Dina’s bed is empty and you’re sure she won’t mind if you use her throw blanket as a makeshift robe, draping it over your shoulders and hugging it across your body.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” You hobble over to the door and pull it open without bothering to check through the peephole. Aw, fuck.
Ellie stands in the doorway, well, she leans in the doorway. Her shoulder is pressed up against the doorframe and her hands are slung in the pockets of her corduroy Carhartt jacket.
“Oh, shit. Did I wake you up? Not—not that you look like you just woke up. You look great, of course.” She’s much more sheepish than she was a few moments ago, it’s cute.
“You definitely woke me up. But that’s okay! What’s up?” You open the door wider and take a step backward, silently instructing her to come inside.
Ellie follows you further into the room after shutting the door behind her. She takes a moment to look around your room before leaning against the side of your bed, facing you.
“Honestly? I just wanted to see you again. I thought you’d be awake at—“ she checks her watch, “five in the afternoon. But I was clearly wrong.”
The two of you giggle, a dramaticized gasp leaving Ellie’s lips when you playfully shove her shoulder, “naps are a thing, yanno.”
She stops laughing after a moment and smiles, “are you busy right now?”
“I am now.” She smirks at your response and tugs on the blanket around you, “put some pants on and let’s get going then.”
Your eyes widen, face flushing, “how did you—“ her chin juts outward and she’s looking down at your legs. A large hole in Dina’s blanket exposes your upper thigh and hip, the pink lace of your underwear sticks out like a sore thumb.
“Fuck me. Good thing it was you at the door, I guess.” Ellie shakes her head and laughs, “turning around now. Wear something comfy. And warm.”
While she faces the other direction you quickly survey her outfit. Black converse, gray sweatpants, a fitted black top, and her jacket. Okay, comfy.
You drop the blanket wrapped around you and slip on whatever pants are closest to you, tugging on a baggy cardigan, “okay, no longer indecent.”
Ellie chuckles and turns around, “alright, pretty baby. Grab a blanket and a pillow, not Dina’s shitty, ripped one.”
Ellie must’ve been googling ‘what names can I call someone to make them horny.’ Pretty baby. Pretty. Baby? You could shit your pants and vomit. Fuck—you’re sweating. Grab the pillow to distract yourself.
“‘Kay. Got it.” Ellie smirks and stretches her hand toward you, “let’s get going then, hm?”
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This is definitely not Ellie’s car, that much you know. Her piece of shit Honda was practically stuck together with glue and duct tape. This truck was nice, really nice actually. Is she a criminal, then? Grand-theft auto? Being so goddamn sexy?
“It’s my dad’s. The truck. I bribed him with a 24-pack and a pre-roll so he’d let me borrow it. Or so he’d get really drunk and not realize I hijacked him. Whichever, really.”
You laugh and turn to face her, “ah, so I was right. Grand-theft auto.”
Ellie scoffs and squeezes your thigh as a warning, “it’s hardly a crime. That grouchy old fuck owes me, like, way more than one night of borrowed truck-time.”
You stare at her for a moment, waiting for her to drop the angry act and crack a smile. Her face pinches up under your stare and she turns to the side to quickly smile before turning back to you, regaining her composure.
“You totally just laughed.”
She rolls her eyes, “I didn’t.”
“Yes you did. You laughed. I saw it.”
Her hand swats at your thigh, “…how do you feel about corn dogs?”
You splutter out a laugh and cough, patting your own chest to try and calm down.
“Corn dogs. Do you like them?” Ellie enunciates each word with a squeeze on your knee, “yeah—yeah I like them. What kind of sicko doesn’t like corn dogs?”
She wordlessly turns down onto a dimly-lit dirt road, the car shaking and groaning as it overpasses multiple potholes. The road goes on for a beat before opening up into a massive field, two large white screens are placed several yards apart in the grass and cars littered the lawn before the screens. No way she’s taken you to a drive-in! A shitty little one-story building sits nestled by the tree line, it’s practically folding in on itself, and the old yellow paint can hardly even be called yellow anymore because of the filth covering it. It manages to look homey, though.
“I hope you like movies. I wasn’t really sure what you like…so I just got tickets for that new scary one. We can sneak to the other side if—“
You cut her off and wrap your fingers around her hand on your thigh, “it’s perfect. Really.”
She blushes and tucks her chin into her shoulder, “I’m glad.”
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Ellie parks mostly in the back, only a couple cars parked further behind you.
“Here—take my card and grab us some snacks while I set up the truck bed.”
You blink at her and take a quick glance to her outstretched hand, “Ellie, be so for real right now. You’re not paying for gas, tickets, and food.”
She immediately rolls her eyes and moves to jut her hip out, placing both of her hands on her hips, “I’m not doing this with you right now. Take the card.”
Before sparing her a second glance you take off in the direction of the yellow building, gripping your own debit card between your fingers. Ellie practically squeaks out of shock as she watches you bolt away from her, “hey—what the fuck!”
She’s immediately running after you like a madman, yelling your name and laughing when she watches you stumble over your untied shoelaces. Her long legs quickly lead her straight to you, and she has to skid to a stop to be sure she doesn’t plow straight into your back.
You’re panting while trying to speak with the man behind the counter to give him your order and Ellie quickly wraps her arm around your middle,
“Hey. Two corn dogs, one large blue raspberry slushie—two straws. And…one funnel cake!” She lightly shoves you aside and slams her debit card onto the counter, “nice try, sweetheart.” She winks.
Little. Fucking. Shit.
“Not fair. You’ve got more leg than I do.”
“Hush. Help me carry this back to the truck.” She passes off one corn dog and the large slushie, smiling when you take a large gulp, “good?”
You smile at her, “delicious.”
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Ellie is halfway sitting up, her back is resting against the pillows in the bed of the truck, both of her legs spread and outstretched. Your head is resting on her shoulder and the leg closest to Ellie is resting over her lap, the other bent up to your chest. A comforter rests over your laps, underneath, Ellie has one arm wrapped around your waist, the other is draped across the leg you have thrown onto her lap.
You can clearly tell she’s not watching the movie anymore; Ellie is not as discreet as she thinks she is. Her entire face is turned and facing downward to look at you, it takes everything in you to not turn and lock eyes with her. She can tell, too. She knows you’re actively trying to not look at her, and she proves that point further when she drags her fingers to the waistband of your sweatpants. Her fingers pause for a moment, gauging your response. When she notices you’re not moving to yank her hand away, she continues further.
Long fingers sneak under your gray sweats and walk to rest on top of your clothed mound. You suck in a breath and bend the leg laying in Ellie’s lap, spreading your legs further. Her (fucking massive) hand snakes down to cup your pussy and you squeak, shuffling your back further into her chest. A chuckle rumbles in her chest and she nudges her nose into the crown of your head, “look at me.”
You gulp and continue to face straight. Bad move. Ellie doesn’t like that response, she begins moving her hand out of your pants before you jerk to grab her tattooed wrist.
In a low tone, she says, “I told you to look at me, pretty girl.”
A flood of wetness immediately spills into your panties and you whine, shoving her wrist back into your pants. When she obliges, you turn your head upward and to the side, looking right at her. Ellie doesn’t speak to you, she immediately turns her head down, pressing her lips into yours. She’s kissing you like a bitch in heat, it’s messy, wet, and downright filthy. Her tongue slides along your bottom lip over and over, practically begging that you open your mouth. When you deny her that sweet salvation, her teeth graze over your lip until they sink into the cherry flesh, biting harshly and tugging. You whine into her mouth and she sucks it in immediately, already feeling drunk off your sounds. Determined to drag another whimper from you, her fingers drag over your underwear-covered pussy and press harshly onto your clit.
Your lips detach from Ellie’s when you let out a moan, Ellie gives you a minute before she whispers, “let me touch you. Can I?”
You don’t even nod before leaning forward to kiss her again for a moment before she pulls away, leaving your lips to chase after hers.
“Say it. Let me hear you say it, pretty.” She nips at your cheek.
“Please.”
Ellie tuts, “not enough, peanut.”
You whine and shuffle under the blankets, your hand shoves down into your sweatpants, fingers pulling your pink panties to the side. Ellie’s hand is tugged back toward your core and your fingers and immediately push her fingers to drag over your sticky folds.
“Please fucking touch me.”
Her mouth is back on yours immediately while she moves to circle her fingers around your tiny hole. You cry into her mouth and reach across your body to grip her head in your hand. Ellie’s middle finger dips into your core before spreading your wetness up and down your core. Her ring finger joins the other and immediately slides to be knuckle-deep in your pussy. For a moment, she doesn’t move her fingers, she lets them rest inside, warm and wet. Your teeth nip at her bottom lip while you hit your hips forward, whimpering into her mouth at the feeling.
She smiles messily into the kiss and moves her fingers out before slowly sliding them back in. Her fingers drag tauntingly slow against your walls, the stretch of her thick, long fingers has you careening at her every movement—but it isn’t enough.
You whimper into her mouth and wriggle in her grasp, moving your hand to tug at her wrist, she briefly pulls her lips from yours to laugh at your antics.
“Okay, baby. I got you.” And then she’s off. Her fingers slip in and out of your pussy at a pace you could surely never set yourself. They’re fast and slick, hastily rubbing in all the best places. She scissors her fingers inside of you while pistoning in and out and you pull away from her mouth again to turn your head and bury it into your shoulder.
Ellie presses a wet kiss to the crown of your head while her other hand snakes across your waist to circle at your little clit. Her pointer and middle finger tightly swirl over your clit while her other hand was busy sneaking in a third finger. The stretch makes you gasp and grip at her wrist, not sure if you could take it or not. Another light laugh leaves her lips while she shakes your hand off, “you got it.”
She fucks her fingers into you at a reckless speed, her other fingers rub and pinch at your clit and Ellie thinks you might combust if you clench on her fingers any harder. Your juices are leaking into her palm and spreading all down the globes of your ass, and the wet sounds coming from your dripping cunt are surely loud enough for the families all around you to hear. She can feel your hole fluttering around her fingers and she quickly fucks harder into you, determined to have you gush all over her fingers. With one last pinch to your clit, your orgasm crashes over you.
“That’s my fucking girl.”
Your body convulses for a moment while Ellie’s fingers still piston in and out of your cunt, chasing you through your high.
She presses a kiss to your head as her fingers come to a halt, “good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
Your cum is glistening on her fingers while she brings her hand up to her mouth, sucking two fingers into her mouth. Her eyes bore into yours while she suggestively licks on her fingers, maintaining eye contact as she holds out her third finger for you to wrap your lips around.
You comply, sucking your sweet taste off of her finger and moaning when it hits your tastebuds. Ellie watches you with blown pupils and chokes out a whimper when you nibble on the pad of her finger.
You pull off with a pop, “this was a really good second date.”
Hell fucking yeah it was.
#IM SORRY#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#tlou#ellie tlou#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams smut
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nightcap
welt x reader, 1.6k
note: 🤪 im like not even caught up but i love this gilf tew much okay bye. My first reader fic on da blog, blease be nice 2 me <3
content notes: ❗️❗️🔞🔞🔞❗️❗️ explicit smut here, minors do NOT interact!!! Reader is gender neutral, no specific references to pronouns/body type/genitalia for reader, brief oral sex, penetrative sex, reader calls welt “mr yang” a lot 🥴
The Astral Express is quiet. You've finally returned after another long and difficult journey on another strange, new planet. Everyone else has retired to their own rooms for a well deserved rest, but you still wander the halls. Mr. Yang had stayed behind for this assignment and to say that you felt his absence was an understatement.
You had lasted all of five minutes in your own bed before throwing off the covers and deciding to seek him out. Without the exhaustion of adventure weighing him down, he's likely still awake, perhaps poring over a newspaper from your latest excursion. You make sure to bring one back for him if he's not there; he says it's so he can get a better idea of what effect the Stellaron's had on the planet, but you see how quickly he turns to the comic strips. You'll catch him doodling the characters later, sometimes changing their features, doing two and three different sketches that he thinks you won't see.
You're only half right. You find him almost exactly as you'd imagined when you slip into his room, except his brows are furrowed. He's tapping a pencil against the paper.
“Need any help, Mr. Yang?”
He looks at you briefly before returning to his crossword puzzle. "Evening. And yes."
You smile and saunter towards him, crawling onto the bed eagerly. He opens his arms without prompting, allowing you to settle into his lap with your back to his chest. He has most of it filled out already, with only the bottom left grid glaringly empty. Mr. Yang is one of the smartest people, which is why you like to tease him when he has to ask you for help with these things, but he's also the most mature, which accounts for the good natured chuckle you typically get in response.
"What's the clue?"
"Eight letters. 'Hot term for a recent admirer.'"
You make a show of scrunching up your face and delicately take the pencil from him. Your handwriting isn't quite as neat as his, but finds a certain charm in it.
Welt hums appreciatively. "'New flame.' I think you could be right."
You beam. "Bested by the newcomer, Mr. Yang. You'll have to ask me to explain strange things out in the wild next time we leave the Express."
He chuckles. He thinks it's cute when you try to tease him like this; you're all bark and no bite, really. You fold as soon as he gets his hands on you.
Like right now, as his fingers ghost over your thigh. You lean into it as much as you can, but he's so good at holding back. It's the sweet sting of having someone like Welt for a lover: a wealth of experience to keep you satisfied for hours on end, but the patience and precision needed to keep you just on edge until he thinks you're ready.
"Did you need something?" He says it so casually, like he doesn't know your skin is burning underneath him.
You turn your head to look at him. It's there again, that little bit of sharpness in his gaze that seems to go right through you. He's already thinking about all the ways he can unmake you.
"Just you," you say, waiting the precious few moments it takes for the spark to ignite.
Welt kisses you, softly at first. His hands roam over your thighs, just ghosting underneath your sleep shorts. You whine the third time he does it, unable to handle the loss of his touch. He pulls away.
“Patience.”
You pout. He notices everything. “I’m not impatient.”
He humphs in disbelief. “Don’t make a sound until I tell you to.”
Any other night, you might protest his rigidity. Be the brat he likes you to be, until you’re a sobbing mess in hands, begging him to just fuck you and stop teasing. Tonight, however, you’re inclined towards obedience. You hush up and wait the agonizing few moments that he waits, watching for any sign of defiance. Satisfied, he kisses you again, hungrier this time, sliding his tongue over yours. You hold back a moan when he digs his fingers into your thighs.
Welt pushes you down. He trails his lips down your body, over your chest, your sensitive nipples. He halts just below your belly button, kissing the skin lightly while he pulls down your shorts. You shiver once your exposed to the cool air.
Anticipation burns inside you when he pulls your leg up and over his shoulder. He slowly teases your entrance with his tongue, giving it slow, featherlight licks that he soon follows up with a finger.
“Mr. Yang,” you say, unable to resist calling out as he speeds up.
He doesn’t respond, choosing to punish you instead by letting up. He knows it’s agony, feeling his warm breath on you where you need him most.
It’s too much. You give up on obedience and let desperation take hold as you grab at welt’s shoulders and pull him in to kiss you. Your taste lingers on his tongue. “Mr. Yang, please…“
Welt palms at your ass. It’s a nice reminder that he’s far more affected by you than he typically comes off. Although his words are often measured and his tone even, the way he touches you is nothing short of ravenous.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
You’re on the brink of tears now. Your legs are locked around his hips, his fingers are rubbing and pinching your nipple. He knows, but he likes to make you say it. “Mr. Yang, please, please,”
He doesn’t budge. You reach for the drawstring on his pants yourself, but he grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth instead. “You can speak, can’t you? Use your words.”
You watch as he pulls your finger into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. He’ll keep going, ignoring your pleas while he toys with you long past the rising of the sun. He’s done it before.
You draw a shaky breath.
“Mr. Yang, I need you inside me.”
You wait for his response. He almost looks bored, that half-awake look he gets when he’s quizzing you on the values of each Aeon with hands roaming across your chest.
He kisses your palm. “Keep going.”
“Welt,” his given name falls from your lips, a strained whisper that sets Welt on edge, “please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore, please.“
Welt lets go of your hand. He disentangles himself from you fully, ignoring your desperate whines. You hear his pants fall to the floor and then he’s hovering over you again, sliding a hand under your shoulder.
“Turn around.”
You hear him, but you’re too distracted by the sight of his weeping cock to really pay attention. He sighs and gently lifts you, maneuvering you so you’re on your hands and knees with your back to him.
Tears of relief fall down your face when Welt drapes himself over your back. You feel him lining himself up with your entrance. You shudder when he finally enters you. His grip on your waist tightens. He lets his cock stay sheathed in you for an agonizing moment before he pulls out and starts to set a rhythm. The slow friction stirs something in Welt; he lets go of your waist and covers your hand with his own. He curses above you and moves in closer, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.
“I want to hear you. Please,” Welt gasps. It makes your heart skip.
You call out to him, moaning his name in a quiet voice that gets louder and louder as his thrusts quicken. Your words become more frantic, endless declarations of how much you need him interrupted by broken sobs of pleasure. Welt speaks your name, too, in between ragged breaths and the rapid stuttering of his hips, curses falling from his lips in a constant prayer.
“Mr. Yang,” you say, because you know how his breathing stops when you call him that, just like the first time it did when he had you on your knees in his bedroom, “Mr. Yang, I love you.”
Welt’s final thread of composure snaps. He hooks his arm around your throat and buried his face in your neck. His hips slap against you harder than before, but he still has the presence of mind to reach down and tease you one last time to put you over the edge. Waves of ecstasy roll through as you give one final, strangled shout.
Welt follows soon after, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic until he buries himself to the hilt and groans deep into your skin. You both slump forward, breathing heavily. He kisses your neck sloppily before finally pulling out with a sigh. He pulls you once to get you to clean up, but you don’t budge, a telltale look of bliss on your face. He gives up and leaves you, returning with clean cloths to wipe you down. You watch him from the corner of your eye as he flips you onto your back and takes care of you.
“Thanks, Welt.”
He smiles softly, but doesn’t look at you, focused on his task. He climbs back into the bed once he’s done, flat on his back. You lean over and rest your head on his chest.
Exhaustion weighs you down suddenly. Even though you left the mission early to see Welt, the trip back to the express hadn’t been easy. It feels like you’ll drift off into sleep as soon as you close your eyes. So you do, but not before reaching up to kiss Welt just under his chin.
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IM WITH YOU FOR MORE FLUFFY FAE GHOST! FLUFF ALL AROUND PLEASE
So Love can call him with his name but what if she’s gushing about him to Liebling and it’s like that thing where your ears are ringing but he can hear all the nice things she’s saying and how in love she is
Yes yes yes more fluff for my favorite boy!!! Love gushes to Liebling about her boyfriend-husband all the time she loves him so much she can't help it. Liebling is jealous of how open Love is with her feelings but will never admit it.
Sometimes you get in these grooves monologuing on a single subject and you just can't stop. Like right now. Talking about your boyfriend.
"And he's really good with his hands," you gush.
"You already said he was good in bed," Liebling hums, flipping the page in her magazine.
"He is, but I mean like... artsy crafty stuff," you lean over the counter, not bothering to move much for the fae behind you. It's not like they're going to buy anything anyway. "Simon is weirdly really good at drawing, he's been helping me journal and he does these cute little doodles of anything I can't glue down. It's fantastic. Plus the bracelet, you've seen how cute the bracelet is."
Liebling hums again, you don't think she's listening but you don't really care. You don't want to stop talking yet so you won't.
"I know I should feel bad making Simon do so much for me, but he takes such good care of me. I mean look at my hair! Look at my skin! I'm fucking glowing, bitch." You hold your hair up to Lieblings face, you haven't had a split end in months.
She glances up at you and squints, then shields her eyes, "Yeah, you're like actually fucking glowing. Never seen so much gold on you."
You pluck at the tethers you can only feel, at the lightness and warmth in your chest. "Is it pretty? I can't-" you can't see it, you wish you could.
Liebling sighs and finally gives you a proper look. Still squinting at the light of it. You can almost see the glow reflected in her eyes.
"Yeah," she says with a small smile, "It's really pretty." You press your fingers against your smile, feeling the tethers you pull under your lips.
"Simon is so funny, he really wrapped me up in these things," not that you're complaining, the tethers feel secure, you've never felt this secure with anything in your life, "as if I'd ever want to leave him."
"Ghost freaks me out," Liebling mumbles, going back to her magazine.
"Alright well, you're a big baby, and I'm not scared of Simon. He's sweet. You're just jealous because König is a weirdo." You wave a hand, brushing off Lieblings frown.
"He's not a weirdo." You both glance at König across the shop, he's staring you down, his hand half way in a bag of potting mix. You turn back to Liebling who looks sensibly embarrassed.
"Anyway," you tell her, "Maybe if your shop wasn't so busy he wouldn't be masked up all the time. Simon's really cute under the mask, he's got these gorgeous sparkly brown eyes and the longest eyelashes I've ever seen, and our kids are gonna-" you bite your lip to stop the stream, your chest hot and pulling. You wish Simon was here, you always wish he was near you. You could call him, he wouldn't be mad, but you should be able to get through the day without him.
Liebling gives you a confused look, unsure if you're going to finish the monologue or if it's finally her turn to talk. "Couldn't tell you what König looks like, I try not to think about it." You'd wonder if it was that bad if her cheeks didn't turn red. Yeah. You bet she thinks about it a lot.
"Couldn't be me, I think about Simon all the time."
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Ghost has never been more grateful for his mask. He's red, he can feel the heat of his blush burning to the tips of his ears. You're lighting up your tethers with kind words and compliments and his name falling like it's own desire from your lips. He leans against the table, dragging a hand over the skull mask. He wishes he could say he wants you to stop.
"Lighting up like a damn Christmas tree." Price gripes, ever observant as he blows off the smoke from his cigar. It swirls over the table, wrapping inquisitive tendrils around Ghosts whisps.
"His lass is name dropping," Soap tells him.
"The wife I haven't met yet." It's a dangerous truth, one Ghost doesn't have a credible answer for yet. He'll pay for it later, when Price finally does meet you. Right now it's nice having you all to himself.
"You're married?" Gaz asks across the table, Price throws another glare Ghost's way and nods.
"Wasn't my fault," Ghost tells him.
"Oh no, you should've seen this girl, absolutely brilliant, never seen anyone so-" Soap stops when he catches Ghost's glare, "Practically made to be ensnared," he whispers to Gaz, who grins.
"Gone after her like a proper fae, eh?" Gaz fixes Ghost with his ever observant gaze, "Didn't think you knew how to do that."
Ghost feels all his tethers pull tight, every nerve buzzing with you. "Gotta go," he tells the group quickly, not bothering to finish his bourbon before dropping his coin on the table, "the Missus calls."
"Bring her around sometime," Price leans back in his chair, "or I'll start making house calls." Soap and Gaz exchange a look, Ghost winces and nods before letting the shadows carry him away.
#fae!Ghost#Fae!Soap#fae!gaz#Fae!Price#“Someday our kids are gonna smile like him” Love thinks to herself#and immediately is like “fuck wait do I want kids??”#I've changed my mind I think Liebling and Love are besties#I just think it's a black cat and golden retriever friendship#the anxiety disorder and the girl who has never worried about anythin in her life#they wouldn't be friends without their boyfriends but they're besties now#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#x reader#oc: love#oc: liebling
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𝓜𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭
✧taglist:✧ @strxwbloody
✧warnings: toxic/yandere themes, violence
✧synopsis: Yandere Sunoo, is a young teacher at y/n's high school, the 2 only having a 3-4 year gap. He's so in love with her. She's sweet, cute, loving and sensitive, she's a goddamn pushover and she needs him. Sunoo watches you, he knows everything about you, where you live, what you like, how you feel.
And now he finally has you.... though you're not into him....
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You clutched onto your books, feeling judged as you walk down the hallways. Though the school board were ok with it, and Your parents were even willing to marry you off to Sunoo, there are no barriers for Sunoo. You even tried running away, how stupid of you. Your bruises and cuts were almost healed, thigh high socks hiding them from people's view.
You had to distance yourself from Jungwon too, not because of Yena and her group, who were thankfully expelled, but because of Sunoo. He gets so jealous on an insane level. You heard the locker slam shut, sighing as you knew who it was... Yang Jungwon. Things didn't exactly end the way you hoped they would.
You planned on drifting from him like most friends do, though it was hard, crying at home, missing the one close friend who was there for you no matter what. A boy you possibly had a crush on. You found out he had feelings for you too. However, you were with Sunoo and Won hid his love perfectly, but when you found out, Sunoo forced you to fall out with him, saying she only befriended him and acted nice to use him. She had no other choice but to do just that.
Jungwon gave you a dirty look before walking off. You stood by your locker feeling pretty hurt when you felt someone pat your shoulder. "Y/n, stop daydreaming and get to class... I don't like late comers" Sunoo said as the girl rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking. Sunoo smirked when heard the tapping of her platform heels not too far behind him.
The whole lesson, his eyes were on you. The other students too busy with their essays to even look at Sunoo. Not that he cared anyway. He loved watching you do normal things like studying. The way you sort of fiddle with hair or spin your pencil between your fingers, or doodle artistic little doodles around your work once you're done, waiting for the others to finish So you could start marking them.
"Why was Sungchan talking to you?!" Sunoo asked as you got in the car. "Huh? oh, he wanted me to help him with something" you simply answered as Sunoo stared at you intensely "help him with what?!" he asked, clearly annoyed. "Math homework. Don't worry I said no. He won't bother me anymore..." She added as the male narrowed his eyes at her, but smirked to himself hearing how she handled him.
Upon arriving home, the girl showered first, silently getting changed before going to the living room to do her homework while Sunoo marked some papers. "Sunoo... are clouds edible?" the girl suddenly asked as Sunoo frowned. "No... have you learned nothing in geography?" he asked as the girl shrugged. "I thought it would taste like marshmallows..." the girl mumbled with a pout.
"Y/n what is this?!" Sunoo asked as the girl blinked "test?" she said, blinking innocently as he glared at her, showing her paper and her bestfriend's paper "the same exact answers and you both failed what is this?" "Omg we have the same answers... makes sense we study together... and we took the same exam with the same questions" the girl said acting shocked as Sunoo sighed.
The girl sighed, lying upside down on the sofa, as she switched through the channels. "Sunoo... can I go out with my best friend?... I'm bored..." the girl asked as he stared at her in disbelief. "No. I'm not letting you go out. Last time you almost fucking ran away..." Sunoo pointed out as he squeezed one of her fresher wounds. "Did you learn nothing?...." he asked as the girl winced.
The girl gently pulled away as she sat normally, moving away from Sunoo. "Babe..." Sunoo called out as he sat beside "yes?" the girl asked as Sunoo turned to her "Do you love me?" he asked as the girl went silent. How the fuck could she? he hurt her, he gets dangerously jealous he fucking kidnapped her for the love of god. "yeah..." she said as Sunoo nodded.
"Then say it." He said "Say what?" "Say that you love me." he asked as the girl went silent. "Why you already know I love you right?" the girl asked, nervously chuckling as he stared at her. "You don't love me do you?..." he asked, silence trailing after. "I love you Sunoo..." she said, a forced sincere tone, with hidden venom and disgust. "How comes you never say it or kiss me or hug me or do what girlfriends do?!" he asked as the girl went silent.
"Because you're busy with school work and at school we can't fraternize..." she pointed out as the male nodded. "Hmm... I guess that checks out." he said, leaning over toward her, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her forehead not caring about the girl's unresponsiveness.
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Oblivious, supportive fem Reader x Ayano Aisha, the reader really doesn't get that poor Ayano likes her. It would be nice if they are childhood friends and if Reader isn't a pushover or weak, just clueless as fuck when it comes to love.
After all, girls make shrines about each other all the time, right? And really, getting chocolate from your gal pal on valentines day is the best, good thing you got her home made chocolate too!
My first Yan sim request:D
Ayano Aishi x Female reader
Side note: this character is a yandere,wich means yandere themes might appear disturbing to some readers.
T/W: mentions of kidnaping,mentions of drugging, obsessive behavior,murder,blood, stalking, pshycothic behavior,mentions of self harm and suicide.
Ayano has known you ever since she started first grade. You being her only friend in school,and with time this friendship evolved.
Which made you and the dark haired girl grow closer.
Her behavior never made you uncomfortable around her, neither did her silence. Because in truth,you liked it better, the difference between you two matched perfectly.
Your out going and talkative personality tangling with Ayano's introverted and silent language.
Kids your age called her many names due to her lack of emotions,but every time you were there to send them on their way with a bruise or two, nobody talks to your best friend like that!
At first when she was little,the girl saw your behavior towards her unnecessary. Why were you trying to get close to her? She had nothing to offer back to you.
But as she grew, whenever you weren't around her there was this empty spot in her heart,and that dull feeling griping her soul.
Not long before starting highschool did she realize what this meant.
Her mother talked to Ayano about this,since she was a child.Of course you were her special person,the one who will fill her heart with joy and warmth.
You belong to her.
And nobody can convince her otherwise.
You noticed when she became more clingy to you during breaks,but what you didn't see was the way she was glaring down at any student who dared to look at you for more than one second.
You didn't ask questions when your things were 'Borrowed' and never given back,it's what friends do,right? They share things with each other.
There would be times when you felt followed,like a shadow was glooming over you, following your every move when she wasn't with you. Even if you turned around to ease your paranoia,not seeing anyone there made it worse for you.
People noticed how tight you were with Ayano,so they chose not to meet pats with you. After all the shorter girl was creepy,who would want to tangle in something so complicated, definitely not most of the students,that's for sure.
But some couldn't help but be curious, maybe the feeling of being with someone they shouldn't be excited them.
But it didn't matter to Ayano. How do I know? The student coincidentally died because of food poisoning.
Rat poison isn't a condiment,silly.
Nothing changed after the incident,you and Ayano were closer,yes, that's because she offered you more protection than before, promising something like this will never happen to you. Unless it has to
Oh and she was over the moon when you accepted her invitation for a sleepover over, barely waiting to see your beautiful sleeping face,maybe she could even steal a kiss.
It didn't strike you as weird when you accidentally found her little shrine.
Dedicated to you, you even found it cute.
It had some of the hair ties and pins Ayano 'borrowed' from you a long while ago, pictures with the two of you as little children,pre teens and one from the first day of school.
She even kept the doodles you drew for her couple of months ago. Awh,she really is a sentimentalist even if she doesn't show it.
When ayano saw you looking trough her prized possessions she swore she saw her life flash before her eyes.
Heart rate quickening and this panick taking place in her chest. What will you say now? You will definitely hate her and then you won't want to be her friend anymore. How will she see you if you won't be her friend? How will she confess her love to you?
Of course all those thoughts broke when she heard your chuckle. Mind suddenly clear from the anxious rambling in her head.
"Man, why didn't you tell me? If I knew you prized those moments so much I would have taken more photos!" Relief completely washes over her when she sees that grin on your sweet lips. Why was she over thinking in the first place? You never doubted her, you're her loyal friend.
Of course,if you ever were to be creeped out by her she would have to take you, she'd never allow you to leave. After all you two can have a wonderful life together, whether you like it or not.
But that's not the case now, fortunately she doesn't have to drug you and tie you to her bed. How fortunate !
She smiles, nodding and promising to ask you for more photos for her 'prized moments'.
More people started either going missing or end up dead. People who tried taking you away from her,can't they see? You belong with her, you belong to her.
Since people are so stupid,she has to make it obvious and spell it in their face.
Slowly, letters practically spawned in your shoe locker.
Love poems calling you the sweetest of names. You were intrigued who this anonymous fan was,you must say you even tried peeking to see who was leaving them,but failed each time.
Ayano on the other hand was overwhelmed by pride when she heard you rambling about your secret admirer, cutely giggling over one particular sentence or so.
But she also felt... jealous? It doesn't matter that she's the one who wrote them,but seeing you so enamored with this 'anonymous ' person annoyed her.
On occasions she started gifting you chocolate she knew you liked. Mostly doing it because she loved your happy little squeals and that hug that followed after. She loved the feeling of your chest pressed against hers so tightly. Often wondering how it would feel without the layers of clothes on top of it.
This was only a step further to her plan, this way it wouldn't be a shock when she confessed her undying love to you. You will realize she's the only one you deserve,and you'll accept her love,even return it!
By the end of the first school year you're ready for the final part of her plan.
Yeah the people in your class wonder how you two are not dating yet. Of course they can see how deep Ayano is in for you,but you simply can't.
Making you hers. After she worked so hard this whole year to please you and gain your affection (even if she already had it) she's finally ready to spill her feelings to you.
So here she is,hidden behind the Sakura flower tree, waiting for you to join her.
Your secret admirer called you here to tell you something important,right in the last day of school,in case something goes wrong.
She will leave with you in any case scenario, preferably hand in hand ,rather than taking you home in a box,oh well.
If all goes well,by this time next year you will be her beloved girlfriend,but if not, then you'll be in her basement accompanied by her. Easy.
"Ayano?" Your sweet voice calls out once you get a whiff of the dark ponytail behind the thick tree. It's now or never.
And there she goes, spilling her feelings to you hoping you will return them. Telling you how she wrote those letters meaning every single word that was written on the paper. How she spent her afternoons making the chocolate gifted to you.
This of course came off as a surprise to you, never really thinking Ayano would be able to fall for somebody , especially you. Her best friend since first grade. We're you just so obvious you never noticed the signs?
One look at her flushed face and hopeful eyes and you knew that you also liked her all along,you just chose to push those feelings aside due to your fear of them never being returned by the brunette.
Of course you accepted her confession,and returned it of course.
But if you truly knew the things she had to do to have you,never In a million years would you choose to be hers.
Bonus, slightly suggestive
Ayano didn't usually dream,but when she did ,you were the star of the dream.
Most of her dreams would end up with you on display for her. The next morning she would check you out and pout, thinking that it's a long way before she actually gets to see you and touch your naked body.
But a girl can dream,right?
#ayano#ayano aishi#ayano aishi x reader#ayano x reader#yandere#yandere simulator#yandere x reader#yandere character#yan sim#aishi#aishi x reader#reader#fem reader#character x reader#x reader
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Spiced Caramel and Rosemary
pairing : jeon wonwoo x gn!reader
fluff , humor , mutual pining , coffee shop !au , college!au , meet cute
warnings : language
word count : 2.7 k
requested ? no
a/n : i can't ever write oneshots in moderation. it's always 3k full standing fics. n e ways, dk best hype and wing man !!
Wonwoo has a routine. And while he doesn't consider himself to be a particularly rigid person, he doesn't often like to stray from it.
He isn't opposed to trying new things– the occasional night out with Seungcheol, karaoke at a bar downtown with Seungkwan, a new game with Chan; but he does find comfort in having a set schedule. Especially during weekdays. Wake up around nine. Go to classes until one. Grab lunch. Work out. And the most important part, be settled down with his laptop, textbooks, and notes by three, locked away in his favorite coffee shop with a subpar dark caramel cold brew in hand. Sure, it's not an award-winning cup-of-Joe by any means, but Wonwoo's always been a tad sentimental and considers the small shop his own little haven.
So, understandably, he's a bit irked when Seokmin flat-out refuses to negotiate on a study spot. Suggesting his own favorite shop a bit further from campus to work on their project. No matter how much Wonwoo vouches for his regular shop, Seokmin won't be deterred, insisting it's the only place he can actually focus at.
Ultimately, Wonwoo decides a little disruption to his routine is worth it if it'll provoke his normally restless partner into being studious for an hour or two.
"I promise, you're gonna love it!" He boasts. Wonwoo just hums in response.
It's no wonder he's never tried Seokmin's favorite spot, much less heard of it. The shop, known as "Local Brew," is tucked away in one of the many alleys in the maze that is the outskirts of campus. Unnoticeable unless you're already looking for it.
The outside is... definitely charming. Chipped brick overrun by moss and the occasional piece of chewed gum frame the glass entrance. The windows of which are scribbled over in neat, pretty writing. Vibrant pinks and yellows showcasing low prices, catchy promotions, and flowery doodles. Seokmin plows right through, sounding the ring of a bell.
A honeyed voice greets him immediately. "Seokmin! It's nice to see you again. Should I get the usual started?"
Wonwoo knows that voice. And subsequently, Wonwoo knows this is the point in which he is, for lack of a better word, absolutely and irrevocably fucked.
Seokmin however, marches on, blissfully unaware of how his friend's heart is in desperate need of some jumper cables. "Yes please, oh, and extra sweet!"
"You're gonna rot your teeth out one of these days, but you got it."
"You're the best," he sings.
"I see you brought a friend this time. What can I– Wonwoo?"
Wonwoo knows it's his turn to speak. But his lips can only form shapes of empty words, like a fish out of water gasping for air. He tries shaking his head, hoping the action will knock a brain cell or two together so he can form a sentence that isn't wholly embarrassing. Though the effects are like that of an Etch A Sketch and he turns up empty-headed again.
He clears his throat and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, more of a nervous habit than an adjustment, and wings it. "Hi, Y/N, it's um, been a while."
It has in fact been two hours. Probably less.
Wonwoo's internally punching the walls right now. It's been a while? Is he serious? He literally saw you in class earlier. Honesty, could he sound more idiotic?
Your brow furrows and Wonwoo's just about to make a mad dash for the exit until your features soften and a grin tugs at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I guess you could say so. Dr. Kang's class sure makes it feel that way, huh?"
Wonwoo forgets he's supposed to respond again, and the awkward stretch of silence that results is insufferable at best. He rushes out his next sentence. "I didn't know you worked here."
You happily nod. "Every Tuesday and Thursday. Sometimes weekends."
"I only come when Y/N's working," Seokmin reminds everyone of his presence. "They make the best coffee."
You visibly blush at that, "Ah, stop that. Seokmins easy to please, as long as it's sweet he's not too picky. I'd take his word with a grain of salt." Another pause. It's truly a wonder how Wonwoo manages to stay at the top of his class yet struggles to uphold a perfectly mundane conversation. He's stuck just marveling at you, cute and clad in your brown barista apron.
"So," you drawl out. "Were you looking to order anything?"
Right. He's at a coffee shop. He should order coffee. Wonwoo's eyes dart to the menu above your head, relieved he has an excuse to do something other than stand there like a deer in headlights.
"Sorry, it's his first time here." Seokmin whispers. Wonwoo is pretty sure he wasn't supposed to hear it, but his friend has never been great with subtlety.
"No worries, if you have any questions feel free to ask."
Why do you have to be so... radiant? Sweet. Patient. Kind. You. Geez, Wonwoo is down. Bad. Has been since the first day of class when you asked to borrow a pen. Even more so the second day when you took the empty seat next to him to return the utensil and never bothered getting up.
He nearly died when you asked for his number the following week. Claiming you'd need at least one friend in class to get through an entire semester of high-level calculus. Wonwoo isn't used to receiving the amount of attention you've invested in him. Usually, he finds a seat on the aisle and keeps to himself for the few classes he doesn't share with a friend. But you seemed to have no problem claiming him as your "calculus buddy" as you liked to call it, despite the multitude of empty seats you had to choose from.
And as much as Wonwoo doesn't want to be the fool that falls in love with the first person to show the slightest interest in him, he can't help but get a little giddy on the days he has calculus. The odds are stacked against him when it comes to his feelings for you. It's been two months since you asked for that pen, yet he still finds your presence warmer than the sun itself.
Though, at least he knows when he'll see you for class and can mentally prepare himself to not say something completely and utterly embarrassing for the hour you're next to him. But he's never considered the possibility of running into you beyond the walls of the mathematics building. So you can imagine the inner turmoil in his brain as he tries to formulate a way to get through this interaction with his ego unscathed.
"Uh, Wonwoo, you're holding up the line, buddy." Seokmin nudges him.
The line in question is just an elderly couple who seem like they couldn't care less about the wait. Rather caught up in surveying the pastry selection.
"Just get whatever you do at that other place," Seokmin suggests. Which is a genius idea, except another quick scan of the menu reveals you don't offer it.
Wonwoo looks to his friend pleadingly, "What did you get?"
Luckily, Seokmin is as perceptive today as he is sociable and extends Wonwoo a lifeline. "Why don't you just surprise him?" He says, which seems to pique your interest. "You can trust Y/N, that's how I found my favorite drink here!"
"I can do that!" Wonwoo isn't one for surprises. Though the excitement that’s radiating from your person at the proposition has Wonwoo agreeing instantly. "Any allergies or preferences?"
"No, just nothing too sweet, iced if you can."
You nod and scribble something down on a clear cup.
Seokmin pays, and Wonwoo couldn't be happier to hide away in a booth in the furthest corner of the room. He lets his head fall into his hands, propped up on the table by his elbows. That couldn't have gone any worse. Wonwoo groans as someone shuffles into the seat across from him. He peeks through his fingers at who it is.
Seokmin's chin is rested in his palms, elbows propping him up all the way across the table to lean in way too close to Wonwoo. Judging by the wide, knowing grin on Seokmin's face, there's no escaping his friend's inevitable prying curiosity.
"Sooo... how do you know, Y/N?"
"We have calculus together," Wonwoo says shortly, hoping to curve Seokmin off the topic. It doesn't work, of course.
"I see, I see," his friend nods, pauses, then says, "And how long have you had a crush on them?"
The blunt question sends Wonwoo sputtering, drawing the attention of nearby patrons as he slaps his chest, trying to regain his composure and lung capacity. He mutters out apologies with pink-tinged cheeks to the surrounding tables. Clearing his throat once more, Wonwoo glares back at his instigator, who's wiggling his eyebrows, a little too happy with himself.
"That long, huh?"
"I'm never coming back here with you."
"Oh come on," Seokmin whines. "It wasn't that bad."
"I'm writing my Will tonight. You'll never see or hear from me again. I'm going to live in the woods far, far, away from any life on earth. Become a hermit and– what?" Wonwoo deadpans, giving his friend an incredulous look upon noticing his expression of wild bewilderment.
"Nothing," Seokmin put up his hands in surrender. "It's just weird seeing you like this. I mean, I've never seen your brain actually malfunction like that before. Like, you really—"
"I'm leaving."
"—Okay, okay, sorry." He grins sheepishly. "You're really worked up over them, huh? It's endearing. I feel like I've seen a new side to you Wonny!"
Wonwoo just sighs, giving up completely on trying to stop his friend's teasing. It's better if he just endures it until he eventually moves on to another topic.
"So, how do you plan on asking them out?"
"I'm not."
"What!?" Seokmin loudly exclaims, and Wonwoo shushes him as all attention falls on their table once more. He speaks again, though this time in a whisper. "Why not?"
Wonwoo shrugs, "I dunno, they're just so lively and outgoing and confident. I doubt I'm even their type." It's not that Wonwoo lacks any or all confidence in his character. Contrary to what others may think, he's quite content with himself. Hasn't ever felt a need to alter his personality or conform to those around him for the sake of making friends.
But people like you should really be with... well... people like you. Like Seokmin or Mingyu or hell, even Joshua.
It's Seokmin's turn to glare at Wonwoo now. "Wonwoo, my friend, my buddy, my pal. I say this to you with unwavering, trustworthy, unbiased—" Wonwoo doubts that "—factual, one hundred percent, certainty. You are like, the perfect boyfriend."
Wonwoo scrunches his face up at that.
"I'm serious!" Seokmin slaps his hands down on the wooden table, making it rattle, and starts listing off traits with his fingers. "Wonwoo, listen, your boyfriend-ability potential is through the roof. You're smart, built, super attentive, have great bone structure, and you've got that shy, quiet, mysterious, gamer-guy charm to you. People really dig that nowadays."
Wonwoo chews at his lip. As over-the-top and exaggerated as his friend's dazzling reviews of his supposed "boyfriend-ability" may be, it really does wonders to boost the morale. It has Wonwoo's confidence soaring, a newfound determination burning in his chest. Maybe he will ask you out.
Until the air around their table shifts and a fluttering presence eclipses any short-lived ambition.
"Sorry for the wait," You're smiling down at Wonwoo, two plastic cups in hand. "It took a while to figure out what you might like. But then I remembered you usually have something with caramel every time you come to class. Though if you hate it I'm more than happy to remake something for you!"
You're blushing madly, but all Wonwoo can focus on is the fact you pay him enough attention from day to day to know the contents of his coffee order.
You set the cup down in front of him, then hand Seokmin his. "I hope you enjoy!"
Wonwoo's useless brain fails him once more. "You too."
You're off and back behind the counter before Wonwoo registers his mistake. That's like strike twelve for him at this point.
"Ah, young love." Seokmin interrupts Wonwoo's sulking, biting down on his straw with the corner of his mouth.
"Shut up."
Wonwoo picks up his cup and examines its contents. It's noticeably darker and thinner than Seokmin's, but he still can't really tell what exactly it is. However, you'd think the coffee was brewed with holy water and magic fairytale beans by the way Seokmins already sucked down half of his.
Wonwoo rotates the cup, squinting at the scribbles of black sharpie on the side. Dark roast, spiced caramel, rosemary, oat milk.
"Rosemary?" He reads, shooting a look at his friend who stops slurping on his own to shrug. "That's an odd flavor."
"I've learned not to question Y/N's expertise long ago, they know what you like even if you don't. It's sort of creepy." He visibly shudders.
"What's yours?"
"Dark chocolate, cherry, vanilla, and whole milk, extra sweet."
"Fruit? In coffee? That doesn't sound like it'd be good." Wonwoo frowns, suddenly doubting the efficacy of his own beverage.
"Shall I go tell Y/N you think they're a terrible barista then?"
"No!" Wonwoo answers a little too quickly and a little too loud. He clears his throat. "—I mean, no, no it's fine. I'm merely saying it's unique, is all."
Seokmin places his hand over Wonwoo's wrist and physically shoves the cup toward his lips, causing the straw to jab into his skin. "Ow!" He complains, swatting at his arm.
"Oh my God, just drink it. I promise it'll be better than whatever boring, run-of-the-mill, bean-water, you get from that other place."
Wonwoo frowns and grumbles, "It's not boring." But he knows that's far true.
Hesitantly, he takes a sip. The spiced caramel hits his tongue first. It's a warm flavor, a pleasant contrast to the drink itself being cold. Then the rosemary edges in with a strong, yet not too overpowering taste. The oat milk blends everything together smoothly and leaves a nice aftertaste.
"Wow," the word slips out. Wonwoo pulls the drink back to examine it again, eyes wide. It's easily the best thing he's ever tasted, far better than, as Seokmin put it, his usual run-of-the-mill order. Wonwoo can't even fathom how your mind came up with a drink so addicting. If God is real, then Wonwoo's positive they have a dazzling smile and work at Seokmin's favorite coffee shop.
"Good, right?" Seokmin grins.
"Amazing."
"You know, if you asked Y/N out they'd probably make your coffee any time you asked~"
That's a pretty convincing argument.
Wonwoo likes his routine. And he's quite fond of his regular coffee shop, so he still frequents there to study.
Except for Tuesdays and Thursdays.
And sometimes weekends.
"Hi, Wonwoo," you greet with your usual bright smile. "Same as usual?"
"Yes, please." He matches your smile, having finally recovered from the catastrophe that was his first visit. Ever since Seokmin let it slip how you'd been gushing about Wonwoo to him ever since you discovered they were friends, he's been feeling a little more confident.
"You know, if you ever want to try something new, I won't be offended." You narrow your eyes at him. But Wonwoo just shakes his head at you, chuckling.
"Eh, I try not to stray from what I already know too much."
"Oh, so that's why you haven't gotten rid of me as your calculus buddy yet." You quip.
"Among other reasons." He shrugs, lips pulling back into a toothy grin. Wonwoo fishes into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet to thumb through his cards.
"It's okay, it's on the house today."
Wonwoo looks up, brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah! I always give my favorite customers free coffee on Sundays." By the way your eyes quickly dart back at your other coworkers, Wonwoo doubts the validity of that.
"Well, I'll have to pay you back somehow."
"Next week's homework would be great!" You grin cheekily.
"Hmm," Wonwoo thinks for a moment, readjusting his glasses. "I would, but I haven't started it yet. Could I offer to take you out instead?"
"I would like that very much."
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how about being caught kissing with the cardinal?
Ooo yes, wouldn't that be nice! I wouldn't mind getting caught doing worse with him to be honest... Prompt is from this list of Kiss Prompts!
Yay Satan Day
Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ Copia does his best to distract you from your job
Warnings: Copia being a smug shit, vaginal fingering, nsfw, 18+ only, MDNI, 1600 words
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He was doing that stupid thing with his eyebrows again.
You and Cardinal Copia had been stuck in a meeting with Terzo for close to an hour now. Sister Imperator had instructed you all to create an event to try to bring the local community closer to the church. ‘Something to show them we don’t spend our days sacrificing babies and having orgies’ were her exact words. At least the baby part wasn’t true, but you knew of at least four orgies that had taken place in the last week alone.
“We should call it ‘Yay Satan Day’.”
“Can we focus on actually creating the event before we name it?” You pretended you didn’t see Terzo rolling his eyes. “And for the last time we’re not calling it that.”
Copia sighed and his chair creaked as he leaned back in it. You gave him a quick glance but then forced your eyes away. Most days you had a hard time keeping your eyes off of him, but it was always harder when he wore the white suit. The bastard had to have worn it on purpose today judging by how he waggled his eyebrows every time he caught you looking at him. You had no idea how this man had become a Cardinal, let alone win all those stupid employee of the month awards. He wasn’t listening to a damn thing Papa was saying.
Terzo himself didn’t seem to be focusing that much either. You really didn’t blame him, you were the one technically in charge of all the event and party planning at the abbey. Usually Terzo’s main job at these things was to show up and look pretty. The only thing he seemed interested in helping with today was naming the event, but he kept pouting after you shot down all of his ideas. You weren’t naming the damn thing ‘Yay Satan Day’ no matter how many times he’d suggested it.
“Sorella? Do you agree?”
Fuck. You focused back on Terzo who was looking at you expectantly.
“Yes sorella, I would like your input as well. On his idea.”
That son of a bitch. You looked down at your notes to buy yourself some more time. All you had on there was a small doodle of one of Copia’s rats. You looked over at him, narrowing your eyes at the stupid smirk on his face. When he raised an eyebrow you gritted your teeth and glanced away. You were going to shave both of his eyebrows off when he fell asleep tonight.
“I think that as long as we uh, well as long as we stay under budget that should be feasible.”
You wrote a quick note down like the responsible event planner that you were and smiled up at Papa. Now he was raising one of his eyebrows at you, but you kept the smile on your face, refusing to back down. Terzo chuckled and then popped up from his chair, straightening his clothes as he made his way around his desk.
“Well this has been great fun, but I’m afraid I’m needed elsewhere.” You hid your notes when he stopped by you and tried to give him an innocent look. “I’m sure you two can handle everything else, si? Cardinal make sure my banner gets ordered.”
“Of course, Papa.”
When you spun in your chair to glare at Copia he was ignoring you and picking imaginary lint off his suit. What the fuck had you agreed to?
“Ok, you two have fun, but not in my office. Ciao!”
“Okie dokie, Papa.”
Copia caught your eyes as he called out to Terzo before the door shut behind him.
“Copia, what does this banner say?”
“Nothing special.” He bit his lip for a moment before continuing, “Have you kissed me today?”
“Yes, several times this morning.” You threw your pen at him, laughing when he squawked as it hit his suit. “Have you forgotten already?”
“Ah well, you know. Silly me.”
He held out your pen but as soon as you reached out to grab it he took your hand and tugged you out of your chair.
“Copia, no, I don’t have time.” You sighed in exasperation when he successfully pulled you into his lap, not that you had put up much of a fight. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you tightly against him, smiling smugly at you the whole time. “Are you happy now?”
“Mmm, si. Very happy. But…” He stuck his bottom lip out a bit and you sighed. “I wish we were kissing.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Very much so. I think I deserve at least one for helping during the meeting. Maybe two.”
“I’m sorry, how did you help? All you did was make stupid faces at me!”
“I said I’d order this banner, didn’t I? That’s very helpful.”
You wiggled around in his lap so you faced him, ignoring the little pleased grunt he made.
“You’re not ordering anything, Copia, what does this banner s–mmph!”
A hand in your hair and his mouth on yours stopped your question. Normally you’d be annoyed at this tactic, but it had been a while since you’d kissed him last. You settled against his chest, deciding to just let him win this time. He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping in to tease yours. After a few minutes he pulled away, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before leaning back to give you a lazy smile.
“We should put you in a kissing booth for this thing.” You groaned and tried to get up, but his arms stayed firm around you. “No, no I’m serious! You’re very good.”
“Copia, come on. I’ve gotta go.”
He sighed and loosened his arms. You immediately got up before he changed his mind, spinning and stepping back to lean against Terzo’s desk. You watched as he rose from his chair, grunting a bit as he straightened up. He reached down to tug at the crotch of his pants to give himself more room. You felt endlessly pleased that he was already half hard just from a kiss, but when he noticed your smug look he raised that damned eyebrow again.
“Something to say, sorella?” When you shook your head he stepped closer, resting a hand on either side of you against the desk. “Do you like getting me all riled up?”
“Yes, I do. It’s great fun.”
Copia muttered ‘brat’ under his breath before moving in to take your lips again. This kiss was much more intense, your mouth opening under his immediately. You buried your hands in his hair while his came down to your hips, his hands squeezing your flesh and urging you up. Without breaking away from his mouth you let him help you onto Terzo’s desk, ignoring the sound of things clattering around as Copia shoved them out of the way. Once you were settled he placed a hand on your knee, slipping it under your habit and up your leg. The leather of his glove was warm against the skin of your thigh and you moaned into his mouth when he reached the hem of your panties. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.
“Are you wet for me?” You gasped into his mouth when he ran a finger over the silk covering your cunt. “If I take my glove off will I feel how much you want me?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Copia growled, bringing his hand up to his mouth and tugging the glove off with his teeth. Another growl rumbled in his chest when he tasted you on the leather. When he was done he tossed it behind you onto the desk and leaned in to kiss you again. His bare hand quickly found its way back under your skirt and you gasped when his fingers slid under your panties. He rested one right at your wet entrance and you both broke away again, panting into each other's mouths when it easily slipped inside. A smug grin broke out on his face, but before you could snap at him the door opened and Terzo waltzed back in.
“What are you two still do–ai! No! What did I say?!”
You shoved Copia away and jumped down from the desk, frantically straightening your skirt. Terzo had switched to Italian as he and Copia began to snap back and forth at each other. You grabbed your pen and notebook from the floor, freezing when Terzo turned with a finger pointed at you.
“Sorry Papa!” He waved a hand at you and then stomped over to his desk. Muttering under his breath as he straightened up the things you and Copia had knocked over. You glared at Copia when he snickered as he walked towards you. “Stop that! You got me in trouble.”
Copia grabbed your hand, grinning as he tugged you towards the door.
“Far worse things have been done on that desk. He’ll get over it.”
“Hey!” Both of you turned at the sound of Terzo’s voice, you watched warily as he glared at you with his hands on his hips. “We’re calling it ‘Yay Satan Day’.”
“Ugh, fine!” You ignored Terzo’s triumphant grin and turned back towards the door. “I hate you both.”
“Si, I know.” Copia opened the door for you and squeezed your hand when you went into the hall. “Let’s uh head back to your room to clean up a bit, okie dokie?”
More shouts from Terzo stole your attention away and you peered around Copia to see Papa poking something on top of his desk.
“Cardinal! Come get your glove! Satan, where has this thing been?!”
You looked at Copia and smiled before squeezing his hand back.
“Okie dokie.”
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💗💚IF KARAKU HAD A SMUT MOMENT WITH A UNEXPERIENCED FEMALE READER.💚💗
Tw: Nsfw. And a very short Nsfw. And some fucking. 18+
And yee. Also it's the first time I'm adding in a cock a doodle doo. :>
❦Karaku understands how much you were struggling under his grasp.. At first. He was enjoying your screams and cries.. But soon. He came to realise that you weren't gonna stop.. He let out a deep long huff and a sigh before he lowered his face to your ear.. Whispering his sweet adoring nothings as his cock slowly made it's way into your hole again. He was gonna help you feel the relaxation and pleasure.❦
"Listen to my voice sweetheart. I'm gonna help you.. All you needed to do. Is to take a nice big deep breath, And squeeze my body as hard as you can. I promise. You will feel good after this.. Just let it slide in.. And enjoy the warm sensation..~"༄
❦His cock was getting in there. Just slowly, he was being a nice gentle fellow with the admiration personality of wanting to hurry up and thrust it in you right here. Right now. But.. He understands how new you are to this.. He had no choice but to get you settle down. Soon.. You were starting to giggle..❦
"D'awwwhh. Does that tickle?? Is it nice and tight in there?~ Oh I hope so! That's what I needed to hear from you, Your little moans that can melt my heart and shatter it into pieces.. Yes my dear~.. This is the feeling of love.. Just sit back and let my cock do all the work.."༄
❦Karaku was picking up the pace. His hand gently patted your ass like a sign of approval.. He was there now. He was giving it his all. His breath was warming up your neck. The only thing you can do is to let it all sink In.❦
"Good girl~ See.. I knew you can Do it.. Your such a dirty little doll ain't ya hmm? Do you like it when I tease you while my cock is tickling your insides.. Boy your hole is quite Slimy. I guess we are making a mess on your bed after all~!" ༄
❦He dug his fingers to your over hole.. It was warm with a bit of spice.. You let out a big moan as Karaku followed your procedures and let's out a bigger one.. Your body was jolting. Convulsing.. Tears of lust trickling down your cheeks. You can't stop.. You wanted him to continue..❦
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗"D-Dont stop.. Karaku... D-Dont stop!"˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
"Oh don't you worry my little munchkins. I wasn't planning on stopping until we both break from this seductive experience.. And belive me.. I'm the perfect demon for this occasion..~"༄
❦His eyes widen when he heard your biggest moan.. It was like the music in his ears calling him that his cock was doing it's work perfectly.❦
"That's it.. I guess my darling mortal is finaly ready to be filled up by my own juicy sloppy fillings.. It's going to be all nice and warm inside of you.. You won't feel any pain but a blessing from your favorite demon, Karaku~!"༄
❦You felt it tingling.. It was throbbing.. It was pumping.❦
"Hold on tight darling.. Here it comes!!~~"༄
❦You didn't have time to react. It went out like a volcano.. It felt good.. It felt... Like a medicine of love. It was clogging up pretty quickly as some was already spilling out. Karaku was a pro at this.. You can tell that he had experience this before.. He was humming a tune while his cock went "cock a doodle doo" mode.❦
"Ohohoho! This is a big one for sure. I hope your okay down there~ I'm sure your loving this by now by how quiet you are~!!"༄
❦He was like a firehose. Putting out all of those fires inside of you. You drooled. You moaned.. And you blush uncontrollably. Surely you would never forget about this moment.❦
"Take it all in sweetie.. Feel the warm and the gooiness that my cock have to offer.. Does it feel good.. Is it making you beg for more??~"༄
❦He gave your ass a slight spank.. Caressing it like a wobbly jelly, he brushed your hair as you felt the fillings making your body feel extremely heavy and hot.. You were sweating up. ❦
"Gee wizz!~ How naughty am I ay? It just never stops but.. I think you already know that.. Looks like imma fill you up like the favourable fillings off a tasty doughnut.."༄
❦Karaku laughed to himself before pulling his cock out of you.. He pressed his cock down onto your chest, letting it rest while he let out a few pants and a few gasps. He stared at your eyes and giggled.❦
"Did you enjoy that?~ I'm sure we can continue if you like.. We got many over fun methods to try. And I'm sure you will love Every Bit of it!~" ༄
❦That was his warning that this was only the beginning.. And there was gonna be much more than that.❦
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗"I'm ready for anything my Demon~"˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✿❀❁ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
"Hehe!~ that's my girl! What an obedient little flower you are~"
❦Karaku gave you a seductive wink.. And so it begins.~❦
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"Better late than never" part 9
COLORING BOOK
Since Soap learned how to make Ghost’s tea, a cup of it waited for him every morning right next to Johnny's coffee- prompting the lieutenant to sit next to the Scot. Ghost didn’t really need any prompting, Ghost’s place was always right next to Soap after he saved him that place on the plane.
Although today there was something extra next to his mug when he sat in the mess hall.
“What’s that?” Ghost gestured at the item.
“‘Hello, Soap.’ Hi Lt! ‘Thanks for the tea Soap.’ No problem Sir.” The sergeant said to himself, looking disappointed at the taller man. Ghost just blinked at Soap, unamused. Soap rolled his eyes. “Just something for you to do while I am gone.”
“What do you mean?”
“I will be showing our future demolition experts how to properly blow up some old buildings a little farther away from the base. I will be back for supper.” The Scot was visibly excited, rubbing his hands together, already thinking about all the things he will set ablaze that day.
“Why without me?” Everyone knew that they were attached at the hip, even if the lieutenant would rather eat a bullet than admit that. They were always sent on missions as a team, they worked great together. They even trained rookies together since if Ghost were to do it alone the poor bastards would be dead by the end of it. Soap had a way more friendly demeanour. Recruits not only liked the sergeant but he had this special ability to encourage them to do better- not for him but for themselves.
Ghost knew that Soap is a better leader, better than he himself will ever be. Johnny was charismatic and kind, always putting everyone else before himself. And Soap was so fucking smart, it brought Ghost physical pain to see him dumb it down for the entertainment of others. People would follow after Soap in battle, Ghost would and honestly he hopes that he will survive to see the day Johnny gets to be a captain. Because he fucking deserves it.
But that’s not the point right now- why today they got separated?
“From what ah’ know you are no expert on explosives so there is no reason for ye to tag along. Gaz will be joining me, and as a lieutenant, you have better things to do, don’t ye?”
Ghost frowned under the balaclava, he didn’t like leaving Soap alone and being left alone on base- or more like he didn’t like not having the Scot by his side. Ghost can pretend to be annoyed with Soap, but he is aware that the man makes his days a little bit more tolerable.
“Ah, Lt… you make a face lik’ ye actually gonna miss me.” Soap laughed.
“Piss off, you can’t see my face.” But MacTavish was right, he will miss him- even if only for a few hours.
“Ye are easier to read than you think Simon.” Soap looked him in the eyes, smiling softly. “I gotta go or Price will kill me for delaying shit again.” He got up and patted Ghost’s shoulder.
“Don’t teach them to make makeshift nukes in their’s room.”
“When it’s all the fun!” Shouted Soap, disappearing behind the exit doors. Ghost couldn’t stop a chuckle from coming out under his balaclava.
Ghost was going to take his tea to his room since without Johnny there was no point in sitting in a crowded space, but his attention came back to the mysterious objects. He grabbed the first one, which was a small tin box filled with coloured pencils- way nicer that the crayons they used once for doodling. The pencils weren’t in the usual vibrant rainbow colours but in nicely toned down, darker ones. Every single pencil was engraved with gold writing ‘Prismacolor’, Ghost never saw pencils like that. His knowledge of art supplies was very limited. All he knew was that the HB pencil is the best only because Johnny said so.
The second thing turned out to be a colouring book, but not just any colouring book. With Soap there was no normal. The front page of it read ‘Fuck off! I am colouring’ which was honestly amusing to Ghost. He thumbed through the pages, only briefly looking at the designs. They were all filled with swear words.
Soap expected Ghost to colour it, but he was sure that the thing will be probably lying somewhere in his room, untouched. Kept only because he got it from Johnny.
Ghost didn’t even get to take his tea to his room when his phone lit up. He got a message from Price
‘My office. NOW.’
The Brit groaned and walked to his Captain’s office, colouring book and pencils stuffed in his pocket.
***
Ghost had enough of that day, the world seemed to hate him.
First, when he entered Price’s office he was met with an apologetic look from the older man. They weren’t alone in the room, a middle-aged woman introduced herself and said she was a major. She looked very pissed. She showed them some papers with numbers that Ghost didn’t understand, telling him that there is too many KIAs on the missions he leads. That he should be better because that is what they expected.
No one had in mind that Ghost was usually being sent on a literal mission impossible like he was some kind of sorcerer that could make a shit intel about very dangerous ‘whatever’ work only because he is the Ghost. People expected him to perform miracles, but in the end, he was the one collecting dog tags from the fallen soldiers. It wasn’t even like he didn’t blame himself- because he did. He blamed himself for ever agreeing to lead the mission, to ever allow it to happen. Sometimes he felt like the shit intel wasn’t at fault- maybe he really could make better decisions?
Price couldn’t stand the woman any longer and he very nicely told her that they have some important things to discuss. The woman left, saying that she will be back if the numbers don’t go down.
“People are not a statistic you can change, son. Don’t pay attention to the old hag.“ Price tried to sympathize.
It didn’t make Ghost feel any better about himself, he just stood in the middle of the office waiting for Price to dismiss him. The man signed.
“I will make sure not to take tasks from her ever again. You can go.”
Ghost never left that room so fast. He felt like shit.
Then his hands were trembling for the rest of the day. He wanted to clean some of his guns but he couldn’t do it so he went to his room thinking he could catch up with his paperwork. But it only made it worse since he had to write reports from those forsaken failed missions. He caught himself wishing Johnny was there to help him, to just speak endlessly about his day so Ghost can listen and forget for a while about everything else.
Ghost looked forward to the dinner.
***
As soon as it was past 6 pm Ghost started to worry, because Soap didn’t yet barge in blabbering about all the explosives he got to detonate today. Ghost knew that the sergeant knew what he was doing, but he didn’t know all the rookies and their abilities. He pushed that filling away and went to the mess hall thinking that maybe Soap was simply hungry after the course and stopped there to eat something.
But he wasn’t there. The training must have just extended in time.
Ghost grabbed himself a meal and sat at an empty table hoping that the Scot will finally show up. While he was at it something fell out of his pocket- the colouring book. He picked it up.
Fuck it
He also put the pencils on the table. Ghost went through the pages in search for something interesting. He picked one with ‘Ask your doctor if shutting the fuck up is right for you.’ in the middle- it made him smirk.
He picked a pencil and started filling out the design. He was surprised to get really into it. He was extremely focused on not going over the lines, filling the space in the colour pattern he choose. The pencils were extremely smooth and glided on paper with no problem allowing him to blend the colours with no problem when he realized that he can. No one will stop him and tell him to fill out one area only with a single colour. At some point his hands stopped trembling, Soap calmed him down even from far way.
***
When Soap came back buzzing with all the good feelings blowing stuff brought him, he didn’t expect to see what he did. Even if he was late for supper with Gaz, Ghost was still sitting there hunched over the damn colouring book he got him. He was completely engrossed in it- John smiled. What made him even more satisfied were the looks Ghost received from everyone around him.
The soldiers remaining in the mess hall looked flabbergasted, Even Gaz who stood next to him looked mildly surprised to see the big ol’ Ghost so focused on colouring.
“I told ye getting him the good pencils will be worth it.” Soap crossed his arms and looked at Garrick.
Kyle shook his head with a chuckle. “You would get him the expensive ones even if he were to throw them away. Which he wouldn’t.”
“Yeah… I would.”
Gaz ruffled Soap’s hair. “You are a whipped, man.”
And yeah, there was no point in denying it.
I struggled at the start but when I got into it it was really nice to write. I am a little worried that I am focusing on stuff not relevant to the prompt but it really helps me build the story. I hope you all like it and I love to read your thoughts <3
PROMPT BY @/Riolee on Ao3 and expanded by @u5an5
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I’m thinking of them doing a Jackass special like “the roast of Johnny Knoxville” and it’s reader’s turn to go up and roast and Johnny can’t help but get turned on hearing her rip him apart, like he didn’t realise he was into it - so of course they have to fuck
𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞
i kinda made the reader a big tease in this, cause i thought it would be funny! hope you enjoy!
You were anything but ready, it felt like. Your hands were shaking and you had anxiously begun drawing doodles on your speech notes, which you'd come to regret later.
You could hear Wee-Man going at it, and the audience was clearly enjoying it, fits of laughter audible, even backstage.
As Comedy Central often did, a roast was being held to honour a celebrity. Johnny had been chosen as the celeb, and his jackass friends, other colleagues, and you, of course, were in the lineup to do a roast speech dedicated to Johnny.
You'd worked long and hard to make the speech make sense, and even after sleepless nights of worrying, you still weren't sure about the quality of the speech
All of the jackass guys and his other comedian friends were naturals at it, the whole public-speaking thing, but it frightened you.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll have a short commercial break and the next person to do a speech will be none other than Y/N, Johnny's wife!"
You were practically shitting bricks, and Johnny could tell when he walked backstage.
"Hey, baby," he smiled and approached you with a smile, which quickly dropped when he saw the state you were in.
"What's wrong, baby? Talk to me," Johnny said and cupped your face. "Can we sit down somewhere?" You sighed and Johnny nodded.
He grabbed your hand and led you into a small room with some chairs and a table.
Johnny sat down on the chair and patted his lab, signalling for you to come and sit, which you did.
You threw your legs over his and cuddled into his body, your long silky dress sliding across the floor.
"Talk to me, hmm?" Johnny hummed and planted a long-lasting kiss on your forehead.
"I'm so nervous, I hate talking in front of this many people," you sighed and hid your face in the crook of his neck.
"I know you do, but you know me better than anyone else. You can always make up some shit, and I'll be the only person to know if it's right or wrong," Johnny comforted you and you smiled.
Johnny looked amazing. With his nicely tailored suit, not to mention the red converse. He looked great, and you were only really realising it at that moment.
"You look hot, PJ," you smiled and bit your lip.
No, no, no. Please don't, out of all times, make this the time for you to get randomly horny, you thought.
But you couldn't help it. Your husband looked so good and maybe it could be good for your nerves.
"Don't start with it now, Y/N," Johnny warned you.
You shrugged innocently and smiled, "what?"
"You know what, and it can't happen here or now," Johnny said and tried to gently push you off his lap, but you repositioned yourself even closer to his crotch.
"For my nerves," you pouted and batted your eyelashes. Johnny threw his head back and sighed. "You know I can't say no when you do tha-"
Your faces were so close and with one, you broke the space by connecting your lips with Johnny's.
He moaned into the kiss, knowing as well as you, that there was not much time left before the commercial break would end. But he didn't pull away, and when you started straddling the fine fabric over his cock, he pulled you in and began kissing you back passionately.
"Mmmh, you look so fucking good, doll," Johnny commented and let his hands wander around your body, which he loved so much.
"Can you please fuck me, hard?" You asked Johnny, who broke the kiss when, conveniently, a production manager yelled from the hallway.
"Five minutes left, people! Knoxville, where are you?"
"Obviously, I can't," Johnny grumbled and you whined like a little child, slightly jumping up and down in his lap, only increasing the boner that was starting to form. "But, Jooohnnyy," you pleaded and kissed his cheek, beginning to undo his tie, but Johnny finally got a hold of himself.
He grabbed you and lifted you from his lap, standing up and looking down, a massive boner clearly poking out in his pants.
You giggled but covered your mouth when Johnny glared at you.
"Congratulations, babe. Now I have to go on national television with a boner," he said, genuinely irritated at you, and the situation as a whole.
If he had a choice, he would pin you against a wall and fuck the living daylights out of you, but the production manager's yells only became louder and more desperate.
"PJ, I'm sorry," you giggled and tried to wrap your arms around his neck, but he stepped away and pushed you slightly.
"Don't touch me right now, Y/N," Johnny warned you. He knew that any physical touch from you, would only make his lust even worse, and he couldn't hide his crotch in any way.
You put your hands up in defence and tried your very best not to laugh,
"Johnny Knoxville!" The production manager yelled again, this time flinging the door open to the room.
"You're both on in two minutes," he ushered you both out of the room and backstage, where you got your microphones fixed.
"After the show, you're fucking in for it," Johnny hissed through gritted teeth and you smiled excitedly.
"I can't wait!" You said as Johnny walked on stage and the crowd began cheering.
Funnily enough, your nerves were practically gone, but it seemed that Johnny was more nervous than you now.
-
“Dating Johnny is like dating Irving Zisman. He’s a terrible dancer, loves beer and likes for things to be thrown under the bridge,” you said and the room erupted in laughter.
You had been shredding him to pieces for minutes. Every word poured out of your mouth and flew into the large room, filling it with laughter.
Johnny laughed, although an ounce of bitterness hung in his smile.
You were the last one to speak, of course. You were the most important person in Johnny’s life, and it only seemed right to put you last as a way of ending the whole show with a bang.
"Right before this show, Johnny and I had some fun backstage-"
People started cheering but fear slowly spread across Johnny's face
"But we all know that Johnny can only get it up when he's either within a mile's radius of a bull or when his friends are talking dirty to him, so-"
Everyone laughed, but Johnny gave you a warning look and shook his head lightly.
"We, tonight, have the possibility to use one of our newest inventions. The boner radar!" You said, improvising completely. "That was, of course, a joke," you giggled along with everyone.
“Baby, Johnny, you’re the butter to my bread and the top to my bottom…Or the other way around?” You winked at the crowd and chuckled.
"My dear jackass, I love you every day and despite the bulls and the crocodiles and the skateboards, I'm still proud of you every day."
That concluded your speech and you bowed quickly to the crowd before hurrying towards Johnny. He kept on sitting down and only stood up when you were in front of him and hid his still very apparent erection from the audience.
"Did I do okay?" You asked and kissed his cheek softly.
"If I wasn't fucking pissed at you, I would say you killed it," Johnny mumbled, bitter-sweet as he hugged you back.
"That's alright by me," you shrugged and clapped along with everyone else as the show had come to an end.
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Talking to Steve-O was never a disappointment for you, and standing backstage, you laughed out loud as he told crazy tales of his times with the Wildboyz crew.
Everyone was enjoying some drinks, all close friends of Johnny's gathered.
"Have you seen Johnny, actually?" You asked Steve-O when you looked around and realised that Johnny was nowhere to be seen.
"Nah, I haven't," Steve-O said, only just reaching the highlight of his story. "I think, that I'm actually gonna go to the toilet. Excuse me," you smiled at Steve-O, who pouted and waved you goodbye.
You then began your journey of trying to find Johnny. You looked outside, in the smoker's lounge and the bar, but the man had simply disappeared. That was until you reached the men's toilets.
You heard some noises, moaning noises and immediately identified them as moans of Johnny.
You walked in and looked at the stall doors, finally finding the one.
It was clear that he was jerking off, no doubt. His low grunts and the occasional high-pitched whimper made it very clear.
"Johnny?" You asked and knocked on the door, an elated sigh coming from inside the stall as the door was unlocked and pushed open.
Johnny sat on the toilet, his hard cock in his hand, and a hopeless expression on his face.
"Listen, doll, you need to help me now, okay?"
Johnny's voice was desperate and for once in forever, you felt like you had control.
"With what, Johnny?" You asked and smiled, very aware of what he needed help with.
"Quit being a smartass, yeah?"
His tone made you uncomfortable because he was genuinely really pissed at you and you were starting to feel bad.
"You'll help me now, and I won't hear any complaints of any sort from you, understood?" Johnny asked. You couldn't really do anything else than just nod and gulp.
"Good girl, get on your knees," Johnny ordered you and so you did. He sat on the toilet seat still and grabbed your wavy locks, assembling them into a low bun at the back of your head, tying it up with a hair tie from his pocket, that he always kept exactly for this situation.
You rested your elbows on his knees and grabbed a hold of his hard cock.
The tip was angry red and the shaft was veiny and thick.
You began pumping very softly and indeed slowly, focusing on Johnny's face.
He suddenly opened his eyes and cupped your face harshly. "Don't even think about it right now," he warned you and you hid a smile.
He was so desperate, so frustrated and needy, it was almost comedic to watch.
You did feel bad, so you sped up your movements, Johnny huffing out a breath as your pumps become quicker and more advanced.
Johnny moaned and grasped your hair harshly, finally feeling the sweet release he'd been craving for hours.
You brought your lips down to the tip and rubbed your spit as lubrication, all over his shaft.
Johnny's skin was hot to the touch and droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead. He bit down on his lower lip and whimpered softly.
You ran your tongue over the tip before taking him fully in your mouth. Johnny sucked in a few sharp breaths and rubbed your cheek.
Using your hand to stroke what your mouth can't reach as your head bops up and down, tracing the veins of his shaft while doing so.
Your pace quickened and it did not take much for Johnny to climax as his hips stuttered and his thighs flexed under your touch. He became a babbling mess, whispering all types of praise for you as you swallowed his load.
You got up from your crouched position, standing up while Johnny stayed in his sitting position.
You smirked and slowly removed the thin straps of your long dress, letting it slide off your body and fall on the floor. You stood in only your panties and high heels, and Johnny let out a small wow as he looked your body up and down.
You smirked and grabbed Johnny's hands, leading them to your lacy underwear, signalling for him to pull them down, which he did hastily,
Johnny bit his lip and looked down at your cunt, sliding a warm hand between your thighs, massaging your slit with two fingers.
He made sure to look at you the whole time, focusing on your expressions.
You grabbed a hold of Johnny's shoulders for balance as you closed your eyes and whimpered loudly when Johnny's slid two fingers into your already wet opening.
With great self-control and the need for Johnny's cock inside of you, you grabbed Johnny's hand and removed it from your cunt, lowering yourself down on his lap, his cock at your opening.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and whimpered into the crook of his neck as he lowered you down his shaft.
You began to bounce, although there was a slightly painful sensation, the size of his cock never seizing to surprise you.
Johnny was deep, deep inside of you and his hands on your hips only made it better as he forced you down deeper than you ever could go,
"You're so fucking tight, my baby," Johnny groaned and planted his head against your breasts. Your moans echoed through the toilets, but you didn't care.
Johnny's cock twitched with every sound of your moan and he was getting close.
You pulled back a bit, looking down at him as his climax thundered over his entire body. Johnny's chest was heaving heavily and his abdomen was tightening exceptionally hard as he gulps for air.
“God, you’re so fucking good to me," Johnny groaned as he continued to help you near your climax, which you reached soon after.
You were practically shaking on top of him, throwing your head back and arching your back, a series of loud moans and whimpers leaving your lips. Johnny watched you with pride and kissed your neck softly.
"Don't ever give me a hard-on right before going on television ever again, okay?" Johnny asked although it was definitely an order.
"I'll try," you winked and pulled up your dress, leaving Johnny with a sense of relief for once that day.
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Just a bet Chapter 2
As I sat with the girls at the table they only looked at me confused and then at Chan and then back at me, "Oh, he said he wants to study with us...hope it's not a problem" I say with a shy smile, I'm nearly making 'friends' and now they think I'm weird, fuck I should've said no to him.
"No worries it's completely fine, hi Chan how are you?" Mina said with a flirtatious voice, OK yeah... I should've said no to him, now all the attention is on the pretty boy next to me.
As we grabbed our books to start studying Chan grabbed his book and started doodling or something idk, and I got to my book and started doing research on the victim's side of the declaration with Lia while Yuna, Mina, and Tzuyu started looking into the defendant's case to see the reasons he got prison for 18 years.
"Ugh I can't believe he actually did that," Tzuyu said mad at what she was reading "Yeah he deserves more years in jail than this," Yuna said angrily. "to be honest I would've to chop his dick off," I said looking at the papers in front of me, then I felt everyone silent and staring at me as I looked up "what? it's true," I said as Chan next to me laughed "You're so aggressive," he said chuckling. To be honest, the afternoon went nice we finished our project and Chan was silent and just made jokes once in a while, it was a chill time, nice maybe this would be the start of new friends.
----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day
Yesterday Chan left before us because his friends were waiting for him, and I had a good time with my classmates.
As I was closing my locker there was a face on the other side of my locker door holding a notebook, "Thank you so much Y/n I owe you my life" Hyunjin said giving my statistics book back "Yeah, yeah sure" Tired of his dramatic ways of saying things "Don't be grumpy I know it's so early and tomorrow is Saturday, so that means you're invited to my party tonight?" he said with a smile in his face and his hands up to his shoulders offering the invitations to me "thanks Hyunjin, but you know that's not my thing" I said closing the locker "that's why I'm inviting you, you need some fun in your life, your always the same boring y/n I know" yeah Hyunjin and I were classmates at elementary so we can say we know each other somehow "yeah but I already have plans" you say lazily "oooo with a boy?" he says moving his eyebrows up and down? "ew no, with myself I mean" "aww see this is what I mean you're boring as fuck" " I don't know no one there" I said as I began to walk and he followed behind "You know me" "yeah but I bet you're leaving me alone before the night starts" I remark "Chan is going to be there and you also met Han" he said "yeah man, whats up with Chan?" I said and he looked confused "Wdym I heard he is trying to be friends with you "
"yeah but he feels like a creepy stalker just out of the blue talking to someone he doesn't know" "Well yeah that's him being himself, but you should really come to the party and make friends," he says as we getting to our destination "stop having pitty for me Hyujin you know I hate that, and as you said that's me being me," I said as we enter statistics classroom and I sat down in my desk in the back and he sat next to me "I'm not having pitty, is just that you look..." he said trying to look for the right word "weird? strange? uncanny?? I said slightly offended and bothered as I know people see me that way "No I mean you look lonely, like you need to socialize more with people, and people are not me" "Ugh Hyunjin you annoying," I said as I rested my head against the desk "ok, but just know that your invited k?" "yeah, yeah, now shoo, shoo" he left to sit with Chan as we all share statistics class for what we study.
4:48 pm
Class finished and I'm headed to my dorm now, finally, I can sleep and have my own God damn time, I can take a nice bath, maybe read a book or- "HEY WAIT UP" Chan screamed from behind me, oh no please Lord no! "hey I told you to wait" "yeah but I just wanted to ignore you" I said as I kept walking "rude" he scoffed "you have any plans for tonight?" he asked, here we go again "no... why" I sighed as I already know what's he gonna say "well there is this party tonight idk but they told me to bring someone so how about we go together?" he said looking at me with a smile on his face "well chan idk about that, parties are not my thing yk, I rather stay at home" "yuna and the girls are going to be there if your wondering" he said as we continue walking "and don't leave me alone in this" he said pouting "I bet you're not going to be alone" I said rolling my eyes playfully at him and smirking in his direction "oh don't be jealous y/n I can give you attention too baby" he said winking at me "no chan is not that, I stoped my tracks as he stoped as well, and I look at him "Parties are not my things I told you, and I just don't want to be there!" I raised my voice annoyed and a bit flustered by his comment which literally came out of the blue,
"OK fine, see how about you try it, I swear I'm not gonna let you alone, I'm not even going to drink for your sake, and if you don't like it then I'll take you back home k? you thought about it for some seconds and reminded yourself about what Hyunjin told you earlier. "Fine but if I don't like it you better bring me home, and you better be sobber ok?" "yay," he said and put his arms up and did a little dance "Where are we btw?" he said as we stopped at a bus stop "I'm going home idk about you tho"
"wait what? no, let me take you home I have a car"
"Don't worry about that, I'm already here, sorry for dragging you with me"
"No worries let me take you home seriously" You thought about feeling guilty and also thinking about what others could say about you
"Really?" you asked "Yeah totally," he said as we walked towards his car, he really had a nice car, it was black tall and big.
As we got in he put on music and I recognized the song immediately "You like Rihanna?" "oh yes she is one of my favorites," he said as we were chilling to the music
"you know y/n you a new one" "Pardon?" I ask confused as this is my second year here
"I mean you are different, you're cool you know, you don't give a shit about how you look, I'm not saying you don't look nice but mostly girls are so obsessed with their appearance, and your pretty chill, you have a vibe of the meaning free, like fuck everyone style, yk? even the way you talk, you stand up for yourself, I see why Hyunjin is your friend," he says looking at the road
"Thanks... where did that come from" you chuckled as you were confused, nobody ever told you so many positive things about yourself, not even your parents. "idk man I'm just being honest, you have a cool vibe, guess you also a tuff knuckle to crack?" "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Idk just saying " "can you turn left here please" "Sure," he said as we arrived at my house "So pick you up at 9?" he said from the car window as I was getting down "Uhh sure," you said confused as what time the party started "cool see you later?"
"yes see you later, thank you for the ride home" You smiled at him as he smiled back and left your front house.
Damn, that was a rollercoaster, why do I feel awkward and embarrassed/flustered at the same time, and why tf he said I was a tuff knuckle to crack?
Well now I have to look in my closet wtf is presentable for a party tonight.
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Aurora Borealis - König x reader - Part 6
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Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6
You try to adjust to a new reality while refusing to accept the normalcy König so desperately wants you to return to.
You move through the immediately following days in a haze.
It’s odd, being a victim and a prisoner of a disaster you can’t even begin to understand. It’s hard to grieve over an event wrapped so thoroughly in confusion.
You want more than anything to be able to understand- to be able to get some sort of closure or come to terms with it. It being the… end of the world? Clearly not, you’re still here, König’s still here- even if the circumstances revolving around it are questionable.
Any questions to König are met with deflections or vague, unhelpful answers. The only thing he’d tell you was that outside wasn’t safe right now, but other than that, the only information you had to work off of was his behavior that night- the memory of the words “mass extinction” still sends a shiver through you- and your own observations, that being that you couldn’t make contact with the outside world through the landline.
There’s a little voice in the back of your mine, telling you that you’re being misled, that there were others out too. There had to be, other people had to still be alive. Humanity could have just… collapsed like that, right?
And you cradle that little voice- holding it delicately in your hands and close to your heart as you try to protect it from the bleak hopelessness that the rest of you’s adopted. You cradle it alongside the flickering flame of your rage- weak but not extinguished. You forbid yourself indulging in it, but it’s there, spewing silent curses and insults as a constant reminder that you’re not here by choice.
Things have settled into a bit of a routine. You’d stopped fighting him rather quickly after that first breakfast, deciding it better to at least fake acceptance of whatever situation you’re in- or at least that he believes you’re in- and since then, it’d been easier.
Frankly, you were too numb and in a haze to do anything else. König seemed content to just… act normal, minus letting you out of his sight for more than a minute, and to an extent it unnerved you.
He did seem to take notice of your behavior though. Occasionally, you’d catch him staring at you with his lips drawn thin in a frown. You had to be careful to keep from spacing out for too long- lest you be forced into a day of cuddling, being doted over, and occasionally fucked- all in König’s best attempts to cheer you up.
It didn’t really work. Often, his efforts would only leave you feeling worse- like some sort of depressed hamster in a cage being poked at by your owner, urged to do something- to stop looking so sad.
The only thing that really does help is the routine you eventually settle into. It takes about a week- but eventually you get the hang of keeping yourself constantly occupied with cooking and cleaning. You figure that no matter what’s going on beyond the cabin, you’re being kept here whether you like it or not. Any mention of leaving the cabin- even with König- is still being met with a firm no, so you decide you have to do something other than sit and dissociate all day. For your own sanity, if nothing else.
König makes a comment about you turning into “a good little housewife”, and you try your best not to let it sour your feelings on using chores to occupy yourself.
You also find a blank notebook in the nightstand drawer along with some pens and pencils, and it helps to occupy your down time you can’t fill with domestic work. Sometimes you journal, sometimes you doodle, but either way, it’s nice to have something to do besides cook and clean.
König sees you finding ways to fill your day and takes it as progress. Towards what, you’re not sure- but it’s enough for him to decide it’s okay to leave you under Horangi’s watch to go hunting and to gather wood.
“He’s just going to keep an eye on you.” König had said, making the mistake of cupping your cheek as he tried to explain the situation to you, and you’d nearly bit his hand off. And you would’ve… if you’d thought it’d do anything other than make him take you even less seriously than he already did, if that was possible.
“I don’t need a babysitter-“ You protested, pointedly pulling away from the hand at your face, rejecting his attempt at affection and comfort as you’d been doing since his betrayal.
You refused to let him try and return the two of you to “normalcy”. Even if you couldn’t exactly break up with him, you sure as hell weren’t going to let him forget that you were anything but pissed.
He’d taken away every bit of choice and control you had for your situation, and in return you’d weaponized the only thing you had left- yourself.
You're reminded of a phrase repeated to you countless times by adults in your childhood. You can’t control what other people do, only how you react.
Easier said than done. Both with ignorant children throwing small rocks and hurtful words on the playground and equally ignorant men who’re apparently completely unable to understand why you could possibly be mad at them- yet continue to refuse to offer any explanation to their both past and previous offenses.
Unfortunately, while he may not really understand why you’re upset, he definitely understood that you were, and it was clear that he didn’t trust you enough to leave you alone for longer than it took to bring in a day’s worth of firewood. Hence- Korangi babysitting you.
No matter how much you told yourself that he shouldn’t trust you, and that he’s actively keeping you here against your will, you’re very much not okay with it, and probably would make a break for it given the chance- it still hurt. Both that he didn’t trust you anymore and you couldn’t trust him, and regarding the level of infantilization you’ve been subjected to in these past few weeks.
He was perfectly content to let you bite your nails to the bed and borderline obsessively busy yourself with chores, but god forbid you put on a shirt without him straightening or adjusting it on you.
After bringing up leaving you with Horangi, König had left the topic alone for a few days, and you’d been foolish enough to hope that he’d given up on leaving you to be babysat in fear of you raising hell.
Any hope you had was dashed when about 3 days later, Horangi had showed up on your doorstep looking less than pleased to be there.
You’d known Horangi was still alive and even seen him since that night before this. He’d stopped by a few times to bring König the occasional suspicious ziplock baggie of unidentified meat or stack of firewood, and he’d seemed more than happy to completely ignore your existence during those visits, not even glancing in your direction if he could help it.
You’d already blamed him for, at the very least, enabling whatever the fuck König was doing, given the fact that he was A, Definitely still alive, while the state of the rest of the world was questionable. And B, Because of his drop offs at the cabin since the lights in the sky.
You’d made a point to look extra depressed whenever Horangi had stopped by those first times to drop things off in the hope that he might actually be in the dark about König’s little evil plan. But by now you were sure he at least knew about what was going on, and you subsequently blamed him for your situation, meeting his arrival with angry looks and side-eyed glasses.
Horangi, like all the other times you’ve seen him, is wearing a facemask, hood, and sunglasses, and seems completely uninterested in you. Letting König pull him outside for their customary little porch chat- where they discuss whatever they can’t won’t say in front of you.
When Horangi comes back inside, Kônig comes with him, dressed in a duct canvas jacket and snow pants with a hunting rifle slung over his back that swings around when he bends down to pull you into an unreciprocated hug and leave a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m sorry, dear- we need to get a moose before winter sets in, and I need to start getting to know the area now if I want to be able to.” He’d said, the pet name leaving your stomach rolling.
It was the same explanation he’d given you at least ten times this morning alone, explaining himself like you had to be comforted and constantly reassured of his return and the necessity of his trip.
You clench your fists and as he turns his back, silently, you wish him a horrible hunt and for all the moose in the forest to suddenly decide to violently trample and gore every human (or at least human shaped) thing they see.
When you turn around, you're surprised to find Horangi filling the kettle and setting it to boil. You watch him, quickly averting your eyes and standing awkwardly when he turns to look back at you.
“Tea?” He asks, already setting out a second mug.
The normalcy of it all is a shock to your system. Simply being around someone other than König feels weird. He’s been glued to your side for at least a week and a half, and the sudden absence of the eyes constantly on the back of your neck feels lifting- like a weight from your shoulders.
You find yourself nodding, sitting down and wringing your hands as you try not to pick at your cuticles or bite at your already bitten-down nails as you wait for the water to boil.
Horangi stays at the counter, taking out a folded set of papers and a pen from his pocket. Smoothing the papers out, he sets them on the counter and leans against the edge, chewing idly at the end of the pen through his mask and occasionally writing something down or making a mark.
When the kettle whistles, Horangi stands, preparing two cups of tea and carrying them to the table, wordlessly setting one of the mugs across from him as he sits back down and lets his own tea steep.
You sit down at the seat he’d put the second cup at, crossing your legs and warming your hands around the mug as you awkwardly try to find a place to look other than Horangi.
After a minute, the silence becomes comfortable with the understanding that neither of you is planning on starting a conversation, and Horangi continues to work on his paper as you sit perched on the edge of your seat, blowing gently at the surface of your tea as you look around the room, letting yourself notice little details you didn’t usually.
Once you’re comfortable that tea’s cooled down enough for you not to be burnt, you let yourself sit back and enjoy the feeling of warmth moving down your throat and settling in your stomach.
Glancing up, you freeze when you see that Horangi had pulled his mask down to under his chin to drink his tea.
It feels illegal to be looking at his bare face, even more so when you notice the dark, twisted, purple scar stretching from the right corner of his mouth to his ear and downwards. Horangi’s eye’s flicker towards you and you realize you’ve been staring, making a point to jerk your eyes away and duck your head as your cheeks heat in shame.
A moment later, you glance back up, only to look right back down when you find Horangi watching you with a slight amused smirk.
“You can ask about it, you know.” He says, not looking up from his paper and stifling a chuckle.
You swallow thickly, shifting in your seat and readjusting your hold on your cup just so your hesitation isn’t blatant.
“How’d you get it?” You ask, careful to keep your tone passive and your eyes anywhere but Horangi.
“My gun backfired.” He says with an amused tone, reaching up to tap at the center of the mangled scar. “Exploded back into my face, barely missed my eye.”
“Does it hurt?” You ask, eyes following his hand to observe the injury.
Horangi snorts, laughing to himself as he drops his hand and brings his cup to his lips.
“It happened a long time ago.” He says, not saying anything further as he leaned back over his paper and goes back to making occasional marks.
The silence turns awkward- at least to you, Horangi seems content to drink his tea and scribble notes on the paper in front of him.
You decide to make yourself scarce, finishing the rest of your drink quickly before taking your cup to the sink, rinsing it out and putting it in the dishwasher to be washed with the next batch of dishes.
You need to do something, anything. You hate how idle you feel here, like that unless you find something to occupy your every moment, time will just slip away, and you refuse to become complacent with your situation.
Your foot starts to tap anxiously against the floor as you shower the small kitchen for something to do- something to clean. Your hands itch for a distraction, for a mindless task to help calm your nerves.
You look back, finding Horangi watching you with that same amusement as before.
“Looking for something to do?”
You nod immediately, hands wringing at the fabric of your shirt.
Horangi smirks, standing up and pushing his chair back and filling the room with the sound of chair legs dragging against wood flooring.
“You can help me then.” He says, picking up his stack of papers and walking towards you.
“What are you doing?” You ask, you brow furrowed and your eyes narrowed as you looked at the paper, remembering him scribbling notes and pouring over it earlier.
Once again, Horangi seems amused at your question, holding up one of the papers for you. You can see that it’s a piece of graph paper with various hand drawn lines separating the grid into a larger table with scribbled numbers packed into the columns and rows. The paper looks well used- there’s places where old marks weren’t or couldn’t be fully erased, making the whole thing look like more of a jumbled mess to you than anything else.
“Inventory. I have to make sure we- well, that you two have enough food to get through the freeze.” Horangi says.
You frown. It makes sense- you suppose, although with how hard the snow had been coming down the past few days, you’d assumed winter had already begun to set in.
“Hasn’t it already started to freeze?” You ask, glancing towards the window by the bed despite knowing it’s closed.
“Normally, yes- I’d like to have everything in order by now, but I wasn’t exactly given much warning that König planned on coming up here, and I don’t know exactly how much is here in the first place, so I need to figure that out.” Horangi says with a scoff- but so more at his own words regarding König than at you.
You tuck that information away for yourself- that this wasn’t much of a planned trip as you watch Horangi toss his stack of papers onto the counter and open one of the draws to rummage through it.
“It’s only November,” He starts again, pulling out a 1 cup measure “and you can’t survive completely off game meat. Pretty soon, the roads will be too bad to drive and the only way off the mountain will be the trails. It’s harder to hunt too, anything with any sense is tucked away in a burrow hibernating somewhere, and with how heavy it can snow, tracking anything can be a nightmare. Hence, we need to make sure there’s enough for you two to eat without factoring game meat.”
Horangi stands in front of you, handing you the measuring cup before pointing you towards the pantry.
“If you want something to do, count how many level cups of rice we have. You can move it into one of the empty containers while you’re counting as long as you pour it back into the original one when you’re done.”
For a moment, you don’t move or respond. This simple task is more agency than König’s given you in weeks, and it feels good. Better than occupying yourself with endless chores, and better than any self-assigned task of this nature could ever feel.
Your eyes are almost watering as you take the cup in your hand and go to the pantry, sitting on your knees as you start to scoop the rice from the large dry-bin it’s stored in to a spare container, counting each cup as you go.
It feels so good to have something to do- a way to actually be helpful- and you can’t help but loathe the fact that Horangi’s done this for you in the 30 minutes minute’s you’ve been with him today yet König, the man you’d have sworn up and down knew you better than anyone and care for you with all his heart less than a month ago, had yet to do anything other than force a return to a long dead normalcy.
#fem!reader#könig x reader#könig x you#könig x y/n#könig#fem reader#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig mw2
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It takes Rodimus very little time to find what he assumes is the hole Prowl enjoys burrowing himself in. A place like this isn't all too hard to find, especially when all you have to do is find the last building you saw him in, and look for the one single hallway people avoid walking through at any given time.
The whole place is desolate. Perhaps a little more now with Starscream in charge. Rodimus has seen people, and he's certainly heard people, but it all feels superficial. Mechs he doesn't know, and won't ever bother getting to know.
In all honesty, Rodimus had been in Cybertron for nearly two days now. He hadn't want to give Prowl that satisfaction, and he would frankly never admit that Megatron and Ultra Magnus did, in fact, let him go without much trouble. He'd say his excuse of 'Urgent call from Cybertron, Prowl won't stop bothering me to help. Says only I can do it,y'know how he is' had been convincing, but he can never tell these days. He could've probably just left without saying anything and Rodimus is sure they'd only notice when they realize the quiet. (and the missing vessel)
When he knocks on the door and there is no answer, Rodimus simply makes himself at home. The door is unlocked (which shocks him to a degree, he'd expect Prowl to be better than this) and the inside is dark and gloomy and ridiculously organized, a feat Rodimus both appreciates as familiar, and is repulsed by due to the simple fact it reminds him of who lives here. Making sure not to leave a trail (Prowl is a detective, but Rodimus is stealth-- he knows not to be obvious when he wants to), Rodimus goes through a few surface level items, checking everything he can, gathering whatever fucked up personal information he can while Prowl is away. He's not trying to find anything to blackmail the mech, he is Prowl, after all, and everyone's got something on him, but he does enjoy going through people's things, reading things he is probably not meant to. Simply taking his time exploring his surroundings.
His (very careful, very methodical) research gives him a single screaming result: Prowl is boring, and he works and works and works, and doesn't even give himself the pleasure of having doodle pads. It's almost sad, really.
Disappointed but not deterred, Rodimus is quick to find a nice, cozy spot to wait Prowl in. (Which happens to be a particularly tight closet. er. He's not picky.) The runaway Captain inspects the door, shrugs, and closes it, trying to wiggle into a comfortable position, and promptly getting the edge of his spoiler stuck in-- God, he doesn't even know what it's gotten stuck in, but it hurts like a motherfucker, and he can't do anything about it now, because the more he struggles the worse it gets wedged in there. Oh, yeah, and he hears someone come in.
#hi . your honor hes so fucking stupid.#ic#forthebetterandworse#//you dont have 2 match my length btw. i got very carried away. meow :3
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