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c0llisiion · 2 months

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SIN FOR ME — J.JK

Pairing : jeon jungkook + f!reader

Genre : smut

★: request, npr , cnc , older!jk , boyfriendsdad!jk , cheating, pwp , named!bf , misunderstandings , slight manipulation, unprotected sex at the beginning, protected sex later on , bigdick!jk , coming on body , cum eating , dirty talk , name calling/nicknames, slight angst — lmk if i missed any!

W/C: 2,919

A/N: thank you to pookie for requesting this!! I had a hard time with the plot 😭✋ but i had fun! Thank you sm for requesting! And also sorry 4 going m.i.a i have js been so off 👎👎🤧🤧🥺🥺 anyways enjoy!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

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Another day came to an end. A bad end. You were cuddled up with your boyfriend, watching whatever popped up first on your recommended shows. You were hoping to get some action tonight, as it’s been a while since you guys had sex. 2 months, to be exact. You were frustrated, of course. He hasn’t touched you or done anything to you for two months. That's the longest you have gone without sex. You tried so hard to push away the negative thoughts. Convincing yourself that he was just busy and tired and definitely not fucking some other bitch.

His parents wouldn’t be coming back home for a couple of hours since his dad is always busy and barely comes home, and his mom is most probably out with another broad. So You tried getting him in the mood. Wearing just a tee and some ck thongs. Rubbing against him. Kissing his neck. But nothing seemed to work. He kept pushing you away. ‘Not now.’ ‘Im not in the mood’ ‘im too tired, not today.’ were just coming out of his mouth like a broken record. But you still didn’t give up! You were determined, but before that- “im gonna go sleep.” You looked up at him, confused. “What?” “Im tired, alright? Im gonna go to bed; you can continue watching your stupid show by yourself.” There was venom laced in his words. It hurt you. Your heart sank. He pushed you away before walking up the stairs. You were trying to hold back your tears. How could he do this to you? You scoff. “Seriously? You’re really not even going to ask me to join you?” Your boyfriend turned around and stared at you blankly. “No. I want some peace and space. Do whatever the hell you want.” And with that, he walked away. You could hear his loud footsteps descend before a loud slam took over.

You huff and try not to cry. It was too overwhelming for you, and you couldn’t help but think about the possibility that he was probably seeing someone else, or else why would he act like this? The waterworks started pouring slowly as you thought about the memories you made with him. Your soft sobs echoed throughout the empty, dark, and cold living space.

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He was mad. So mad. Finding out that his company just fell into a major controversy after all he worked for was not the cherry on top. Jungkook hastily unlocked his house’s door. It was unusually dark. The only light illuminating the space was the soft kitchen light, which his dumbass son forgot to turn off. He dropped his case and trenchcoat by the door before kicking off his shoes and walked further into his home. He noticed a small figure face-down on the couch, sleeping.

You were sleeping on your stomach, your head tucked in your forearm, and your hair covered your face. Your shirt was slightly rolled up, and your ass was on full display. Jungkook walked over and took a good look at your body. He needed something to pour his anger into, and so, assuming that it was his wife, he loosened his tie and sat where your foot rested. His hand went up your thighs before resting on your plump ass, cold fingers fondling with the soft flesh. He grabbed a handful before giving your ass a soft slap. He shuffled to hover over you. His hand cupped your pussy. Palm pushing into the wet hole, dampening your underwear. “…Gonna fuck you, okay, pretty? Just stay still f’ me..” His voice was low and deep. He was still under the impression that it was his wife. Jungkook’s fingers hooked around your underwear before pulling it to the side, exposing your bare cunt. He couldn’t see much, but he noticed how his ‘wife’s’ pussy was glistening in the dark. He circled your entrance with slow movements. Your cunny was getting wet at a quick rate. He swallowed thickly at the soft, warm feeling. Without wasting much time, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

Jungkook was rock hard. His tip glowed a deep red, and pre-cum was already dripping down his slit. Using his strong hands, he gently shifted your position so your ass was up in the air. He placed a couch pillow under your abdomen so you could lay comfortably. He hunched over your small frame, his hand gliding his aching tip over your glossy slit. He breathed heavily. It felt too good. Jungkook slowly started pushing himself in. He was struggling. It was easy to slip inside his wife, but this time? It seemed different. But familiar. Still, he continued moving forward. Maybe some miracle had happened to his wife. Who knows. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched your puffy lips swallow his hard length. You were still in deep sleep. The long crying session took a toll on your energy, so you were not really aware of what was happening to your body. Jungkook's breath gets caught in his throat as he finally stuffs you full. Your pussy clenching around his length unknowingly.

Jungkook started moving. Rolling his hips gently. He threw his head back at how your sweet cunny felt around his length. It was hard to believe that it was his wife. You felt warmer. Softer. And, of course, much tighter. Nothing compared to his wife. His eyes were squeezed shut, and short, heavy breaths left his lips as you continued taking him in. His hands grasped your plush hips, gripping the flesh tightly.

“Mmf-“ you let out a soft whine. Jungkook's tight grasp was enough to give you a bit of consciousness. Soft gasps escaped your lips at every thrust. Your stomach felt weird, and your body was getting hot. You were starting to sweat. “Junwoo… feels good…” you mumbled in your sleep. You felt something penetrating your sopping walls and immediately thought that it was your boyfriend. Maybe he felt bad and decided to finally give in.

Jungkook's heart dropped. No way. There's no way. His eyes went wide when you mumbled his son’s name. With shaky hands, Jungkook leaned forward and pushed the hair off of your face. Shock and terror spread all over his body. He stared down at you. His hand is still resting on your cheek. You were mumbling incoherently. You nudged your face into his palm. “Keep..going.. please.” You murmured. Jungkook gulped. He didn’t know what to do. He was fucking his son’s girlfriend! His thumb brushed the side of your cheek. He felt bad for you. He knew about the fact that his idiot son had been cheating on you for the past 3 months. How could he cheat on such a precious piece? He had to treat you right, even if it was wrong.

You were writhing and squirming under his huge build. Consciousness was starting to hit you. Your body felt hot and uneasy. The feeling was something you had never felt before. It was so much better than what junwoo was giving you. It was suspicious. You slowly lifted your head up, wanting to turn around and see ‘your boyfriend’. Jungkook immediately stopped and pulled out. He was still rock hard, and his dick hit his abdomen with a loud -thump-. He gulped heavily. You tuck your hair behind your ears and glance at the man who was fucking into you senseless.

“What the fuck!!!!!” You immediately pushed yourself away from him. Cramming yourself in the corner of his Fendi Casa sofa, your thighs shut together. Your eyes first landed on his twitching cock. Oh, it was big. Bigger than his son’s. It was leaking too, and you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wetter. It was so wrong. So, so wrong. You immediately come out of a trance and look at the man in front of you. His shirt was open, revealing his built body. “I c-can explain-“Jungkook stuttered. “What the fuck mr.jeon???????? How could you just do that to me???” Jungkook's hands were up in defense. “It’s not what you think, y/n. I was mistaken too.” “Mistaken???? You just raw-dogged me???. You are fucking your son’s girlfriend!!!” Jungkook swallowed hard before looking at you with his dark eyes. “Like it’s not the first time i touched you. Be for real right now, y/n” he rolled his eyes at your reaction. “Yeah! Touched. You have only TOUCHED, me. Its a big difference mr.jeon!” It was true that you both fooled around here and there but that was before you started dating junwoo. And everything ended after you confirmed your relationship with his son who was once your bestfriend.

He was hard af and you felt too good to stop. So there had to be some way to get you convinced. It was about time he told you about his son’s double life. “Look. There’s something you should know. Your boyfriend or my son has been cheating on you.” He did not want to beat around the bush and just dropped the bomb. Your heart shattered, and you felt lightheaded. Your eyes went wide at Jungkook’s claims. You were too stunned to speak and just stared at him. It seemed like it had worked, which prompted him to slowly hover over you, pushing you down softly. “And I know about the fact that my whore of a wife has been cheating on me every day." He looked down and watched as his calloused fingers ran up the soft rolls of your abdomen before making eye contact with you again. “You need this, y/n.. we both need this…” the last 4 words came out in a hush. His words were so sinister, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched you process the information. You trembled under his frame. Oh, you definitely needed it. You shook your head before grabbing Jungkook's loose collar and pulling him into a heated kiss. If your now ex boyfriend cheated on you? Might as well start fucking his dad again for revenge.

Jungkook giggled into the kiss and kissed you back. His hand found the back of your head before tightly gripping your soft hair. You whined into his mouth as it started to hurt. Jungkook kissed you further. His tongue tasting the insides of your mouth. He ripped your underwear, making you gasp and whine. “I will get you new ones, pretty, dw” he mumbled into the kiss with a smirk. His dick was rubbing against your bare pussy, making you leak. His hips moved incoherently. He loved the feeling of your wet pussy lip’s coating his length. Jungkook started aligning himself with your entrance, but before he could shove it in, you stopped him. You broke off the intense kiss. A string of saliva connected your lips to his. Jung Kook looked at you in concern. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You gulped before speaking up. “Protection… mr.Jeon.” You avoided eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes at you. He let out a soft chortle before reaching down and taking his wallet from his discarded pants.

He pulled out a condom from one of the sleeves before chucking the wallet away. He was sitting on his heels and looked at you with a smirk. “Put it on for me, darling..” You nodded shyly as you sat up a bit and took the condom from his hands. You slowly ripped the blue plastic wrapping and pulled it out, all while innocently staring up at him. Your shaky hands gripped the base of his cock, giving it a slight squeeze before focusing on pushing the rubber down his huge dick. Jung Kook watched you with pure lust in his eyes. His hand went to the back of your head before forcefully making you look at him, causing you to whimper at the sudden action. “I didn’t know you were such a good girl, y/n..” He gave you a reassuring smile before pulling you to him. Your legs rested on his thighs, and his cock rested on your stomach. The length sat comfortably on your plush tummy. “Gonna take me all, baby? Can you do that for me?” You nodded vigorously before slowly moving your hips on his cock for some stimulation. He chuckled at your reaction and hissed as he entered you slowly. now savoring each and every inch of your sweet pussy. You whimpered as you finally felt how big he was. It still hurt, even though he had already dicked you down.

You stared at Jungkook's face, your eyebrows knit together and eyes swelling up with tears, your lips bitten down hard as you watched Jungkook's face contort in pleasure. Sweat dripped down his body, and soft grunts left his mouth as he inched inside you more. His eyes quickly glanced at yours, and he internally fumbled at your expression. Knowing that he was fucking you was making this experience even better.

With a quick thrust, he was fully into you. His tip kissing your spongy spot. Your breath was unsteady and faltering as he had you filled to the brim. His fingers were hooked under your chin and you lifted your face slightly so you could meet his gaze. “Can i?” He asked you gently with a reassuring smile. You nodded at his words before grabbing onto his shoulders for stability. Jungkook's hands held onto your waist, keeping you in place. His hips started moving. Each thrust made him grunt loudly. His pace increased as it got easier to move inside you. Your gummy walls were spasming around his length, and he could feel your warmth. Your both eyes were fixated on the way his dick went in and out of you. His cock would form a small bulge in your lower abdomen every time he pushed into you. “You see that baby? You’re taking me in so well… fuck-“ he was cut off as your pussy clenched. You let out a whine at his words “s-sir.. faster p-please..”

That was all Jungkook needed to hear for him to go absolutely feral on you. The way you begged with that voice sent blood rushing straight to his cock. “Yeah? My little slut wants me to go faster? I will give anything you ask, baby..” His thrusts got harder and faster. You gripped his shoulders tight, and your eyes rolled back as Jungkook hit your sweet spot perfectly. Sounds of wet skin slapping against each other were echoing throughout the whole area. Your moans are starting to get increasingly louder. Jungkooks quickly covered your mouth before leaning down and whispering into your ears. "don't want your boyfriend to hear how much I'm making you feel good, wouldn’t ya?” Tears streamed down your face as his dick abused your hole. Jungkook left wet kisses and purple hickeys on the sides of your neck, going lower and lower. You wrapped your hands around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body as you writhed and twitched in pleasure. Jungkook's cock was ruining your pussy

“Fuck-“ Jungkook's voice got caught in his throat as you clenched around him again. He savoured the warm feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock. “Taking me so well little girl…” he breathed into your ear in a whisper. Whines after whines left your mouth. His girthy cock, grazing your gummy, warm walls. The grip on your hips got tighter, enough to form visible bruises.

His thrusts were quick and sharp, and it has you seeing stars. You could feel the knot in your stomach reach its peak. He grunted into your neck and lifted his head up to look at you. “Gonna cum pretty? Gonna make a little mess for me?” You nodded and whined as his hand left your mouth and reached down to play with your puffy clit. You choked as he started flicking your sensitive nub. “Make a huge mess for me.. I will make sure my idiot son cleans it up..” he gave you a wink before focusing on helping you reach your orgasm. He was almost close too. His grip on your waist tightened, and he continued pounding into you.

“fuckkk!!!!” Your vision went blurry as you came all over his lower body. Streams of clear liquid coated the couch and his abdomen. Jungkook gawked at the sight, and he was so close to cumming. He quickly pulled out of you before removing the condom. His hand wrapped around his throbbing length, and he started jerking himself off. His head thrown back and mouth agape. “L-look at me baby..” he whispered, and you obeyed. Looking up at him through your dazed state. Eyes glossy, and your face was covered in a thin layer of sheen as you slowly came down from your high. Jungkook opened his eyes, looked at you once, and busted all over your body. Some of his cum even reached your face. A load of his creamy white cum never seemed to stop pouring out of his dick. Your stomach and shirt were stained with the thick liquid. You quickly wiped it off your face, licking it off your fingers as you stared into his eyes with a smirk. Jungkook let out a soft chuckle before reaching down to grab your face so he could kiss you. His lips met yours again, but this time it was more gentle. More passionate. He could taste himself on your lips. “Dirty little girl.“

A/N: thank you for reading!!! I was not rlly sure abt the topic because its the first time i actually wrote a cnc fic w plot 😭🧍‍♀️but i hope it was upto par!! Also if it seems like the plot gets lost somewhere please ignore 💀✋😨

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empresskylo · 8 months

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beneath the mask ✩ chapter 12 ⬅ch.11

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | wc 3.5k ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | i am sooooooooo sorry if this seems ooc for ghost. i wanted to write him acting more empathetic while also maintaining his cold demeanor. i think some people tend to write him one way or the other and so i tried to balance it a bit more to be realistic. but if this felt ooc for ghost im so sorry!! feedback is appreciated so i can improve upcoming chapters! <3

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the startling realization that you were sleeping in simon’s room is what woke you up that following morning. you sat up in his bed, the covers falling away from your chest, and you noticed he was gone. it was strange how this was the second time you shared a bed—completely platonically—with him and he was m.i.a. come morning.

you tried not to think too deeply about it, not wanting to get your feelings hurt even more than they already were. you were able to put what had happened between the two of you in the back of your mind yesterday, squishing down his words that hurt you so badly.

you looked good in your dress. that’s all. m’sorry.

but that was yesterday. that was when he was the first face you saw after thinking you were about to be tortured. the face that rescued you. that was when he carried you back to base, his arms around you like a safety blanket. when he was the sense of security you desperately needed. when you felt like you needed him.

this morning, your mind was far clearer. you even realized how stupid you were to let simon be that person for you when johnny was right there.

you scurried from his room, still draped in his shirt, and made it back to your own. you told yourself you would visit the infirmary today, not for work, but to get yourself checked out. you weren’t hurt too badly, nothing that couldn’t heal with a little time. but still, you should really get checked over. and you were sure laswell or price would want to have a word with you about everything that happened.

before you even managed to shift through your thoughts, johnny was at your door.

“how’re ya feelin’?”

you grabbed your toiletries bag and spun to face to scot. “i’m okay.”

he gave you a once over. “are you sure?” he said a bit softer.

you gave him a gentle smile. “don’t worry, i’m just going to shower. then straight to the infirmary to get checked out.” you gave him a mock salute.

johnny shook his head as he followed you out your door and down the hall towards the showers. “no, not that.” you glanced at him. “well, no, of course i wanted to make sure you were gonna be seen by a medic, but i was referring to the… psychological side of things.”

you laughed at his phrasing. “i’ll be okay, johnny. seriously. i mean, i know what happened terrified me and hasn’t left my thoughts since, but i could be a lot worse.” you were trying to make light of the situation. and while johnny understood that all too well, he still wasn’t convinced you were truly back to normal just a day after your kidnapping.

you were taken a bit back. for once, soap didn’t seem to appreciate your humor. “and with ghost?”

you almost dropped your bag, stumbling in your steps. “w-what about him?”

“i saw him carrying you into base. the way ya clung to him. i just want t’make sure you’re okay.” his eyes trailed the shirt you were wearing—'swimming in' was more accurate—knowing it wasn't yours, but ghost's.

you sighed before spinning to face him. you wanted to make this very clear to soap: “he was the first person i saw. he was the one i saw close on my tail when i was trapped in that truck. he was the face who barged into that room after slaughtering men, pulling me out of that hole. i think i was just overwhelmed and felt like i needed him . y’know… a safety thing. but that has passed. i’m fine. fine .” soap raised a brow, not quite believing you. “nothing happened,” you said a bit bashful, noticing the way soap was staring at you like he thought more had gone down last night, and wearing ghost's shirt sure wasn't helping. “he just kept me company so i could fall asleep without thinking about…” your words trailed off. “point is, i appreciate you looking out for me, but i’m okay. i won’t let him…” a beat of silence passed as you looked for the words. “i won’t read things wrong again.” the sentence was a struggle to get out; like ash on your tongue.

you could see the concern on johnny’s face, so before he could protest and pry more, you slipped into the women’s showers so he couldn’t follow.

after showering and visiting the infirmary—-yes, you have been cleared—-you were making your way to price’s office. you assumed laswell would be there as well.

you adjusted your black shirt as you strolled the halls, careful to not move in any way that would hurt your sore ribs. you walked past the gym, peeking in to see if you could spot gaz, surprised he hadn’t come to see you yet, and you almost choked on your spit.

you spotted simon—- ghost—- across the room in workout gear, addressing a new recruit. you hadn’t recognized her but you knew there were new recruits coming in this week so you assumed her to be one of them.

you tried to pull your eyes away, but they were latched on to the tall brute and the shorter woman beside him. ghost hunched over slightly as he spoke to her and you saw her smile. her hand reached out and touched his arm softly and you felt your fists clench.

ghost wasn’t yours .

he was barely even your friend. he could flirt with whoever he wanted. it shouldn’t matter to you. and you knew you were overreacting. who's to say they were flirting? you hadn’t known ghost to be the best charmer, so why would he all of a sudden be cozying up to a woman he only just met?

soap’s words popped into your head: come to think of it. i don’t think i’ve known ghost to have hooked up with anyone since i’ve met the bastard.

all these rational thoughts and yet you ignored them. all you felt was a pang in your gut as you watched him instruct her, testing her skills, his hand lingering on her hip a bit too long. his eyes locked on hers.

you didn’t feel any tears welling—so that was an improvement—all you felt was disappointment. ghost was emotionally unavailable. he also explicitly said he didn’t want you. this fantasy you had of him in your head was purely that: a fantasy.

you had thought maybe he felt differently with the way his eyes traced your curves last night in the light of the bathroom. that maybe him letting you see him with his mask off was him letting you in. that he wanted to form some sort of relationship with you even if it was foreign to him.

but all of those thoughts went out the door. there were so many reasons why it would never work between the two of you. seeing him with that woman wasn’t what made you feel that way. all it did was remind you of the reality of your situation.

you sulked into price’s office, the smell of cigars filling your nose.

price’s warm greeting, his gentle smile, and his all-over fatherly presence set you back at ease.

when laswell entered, her soothing hand on your shoulder reminded you that you could live so fucking easily without ghost. you had a family here. and while you had hoped to let ghost become one of those people to you, it wasn’t the end of the world by any means if he didn’t.

a week had passed and you had resorted to pretending like anything private that ever happened between you and ghost had never occurred. you weren’t going to sulk over him any longer. you thought he was attractive. that was it. you hooked up once and it didn’t work out. you were an adult, you could move on.

you laughed animatedly at soap, grabbing his arm in your fit. ghost spotted you across the training room, your laughter floating over into his space, pissing him off.

he expected you to have wanted to talk to him after that night in his room. but you never did. you never sought him out. never came by to let him know everything at the infirmary checked out okay. granted, he never came after you either.

he got up when he saw you leaving and followed you out the door.

“iaso,” he called.

you stopped and spun to face him, smiling. “what’s up, lt.?”

ghost was a bit taken aback by your friendly demeanor. not that you weren’t a friendly person, but you were acting oddly like nothing ever happened. like ghost hadn’t pulled you into his arms a week ago, his chest pounding and his arms shaking as he held you.

“jus’ wanted to see if you were okay,” he said dumbly.

“all good. don’t worry, i’ve been cleared to be back to work.” you smiled then turned and walked away.

ghost had never been left so dumbfounded before. he cracked his knuckles in annoyance.

you seemed to be ignoring him.

whenever ghost entered a room you were in, you’d leave. he saw you linking arms with soap as you walked the halls, never meeting ghost’s eyes. he knew soap was visiting you in the infirmary on your breaks and he always seemed awkward when it came up between them. you even managed to get out of a poker session where ghost was present. you had stood up the second he walked into that room, calling it a night and tossing your cards in the middle of the table.

“she’s ignoring me,” ghost huffed as he shuffled through the dossiers on his desk. he was acting like he had any claim over you. like he had a right to your friendship.

“who?” soap asked. ghost looked up and glared at his friend. “i think you give yourself too much credit. she’s not ignoring you, lt. she’s just accepted your rejection and moved on with her life.”

“i didn’t reject her.”

soap rolled his eyes. “you really wanna go down that road?”

ghost mumbled in annoyance as he stared at the words on the paper before him.

“didn’t think you’d care, if i’m being honest.”

ghost glared at soap, waiting for him to elaborate since he clearly wanted to further this conversation.

“ her opinion of you ,” soap clarified. “you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing from her, so i just assumed that meant you wouldn’t be bothered by her ignoring you n’all.”

ghost tapped his pen on his desk. “so she is ignoring me, then.”

“i didn’t say that.”

ghost knew he couldn’t fight logistics with soap, with soap being… soap and all. “we have actual shit t’go over. important intel before we depart friday.”

soap slipped into the chair in front of ghost’s desk. “you started it.”

“i didn’t—- bloody hell ,” he grumbled rubbing his hand over his face. soap tried to hold back his smirk.

“y’know she’s coming with us,” soap said, referencing the mission soon to happen in the coming days based on the information the men had acquired from valeria.

“well aware,” ghost said flatly.

the idea of you being forced to be in ghost’s proximity tomorrow, knowing you couldn’t avoid it like you had been, made his chest swell slightly. he didn’t want to admit this to himself, but he wanted you to want him. desperately . and hearing soap talk about you, always seeing the two of you together, ghost felt like he was pushing you straight into his friend’s arms.

he should have been okay with that. whether he found you attractive or not, he shouldn’t have felt jealous when he saw you with soap. he’s found plenty of women attractive, and plenty of them were involved with someone else. that usually didn’t bother ghost at all. he was fine admiring pretty ladies knowing they would never be his. he didn’t want them to be his. so this resentment he was feeling towards soap was new to him.

he unclenched his fist.

“jus’ wanna make sure you’re gonna behave yourself,” soap chimed.

“christ, johnny. i’m not—”

soap cut him off. “i’m serious, lt. i know i don’t have this kind of authority, but she doesn’t deserve whatever it is that's going on inside your twisted head.” soap gestured widely at ghost, implying he was all sorts of messed up. “i’d die protecting her. and if it means i’d have to die in your clutches, then so be it.”

ghost refrained from rolling his eyes and soap’s dramatics. though, he did admire soap’s loyalty.

shifting the conversation away from you, ghost debriefed soap on prep for the coming mission, letting him know— almost —everything planned.

it was late when ghost spotted you. you didn’t see him as he stalked you around the bend of the hallway.

finally, you were alone. not linking arms with soap or laughing with gaz. you were alone as you walked through the halls of the barracks. if you had known ghost would have spotted you, you would have likely stayed in your room. but you had no idea the masked man was trailing behind you.

ghost hadn't been planning on talking to you, irate by the way you’ve been ignoring him, but when he saw you, his feet moved on their own accord. the hall lights flickered, creating an ominous glow. he surmised you were heading back to the infirmary even though he knew your shift was already over. maybe you forgot something?

and then one of ghost’s steps was a tad too loud because you looked over your shoulder and he watched as your eyes widened momentarily. you scrunched up your nose and faced forward, your pace increasing. “are you following me?”

“this is my quarters jus’ as much as it is yours,” he grunted.

you rolled your eyes. “well… it's plenty big enough. you could always go a different way.”

“still not talkin’ to me, then?”

you could sense him catching up and it made the hackles on your neck rise. “what’re you—”

“i know you’ve been ignoring me. don’t try t’lie your way outta this.”

you turned around and began to walk backward so you could face him when you spoke. “i’m not really in the mood to have this conversation right now.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“well, good thing i wasn’t askin’.”

your mouth parted in surprise at his bluntness. you quickly spun on your heels, not wanting the emotions you had been shoving down for the past week to come back up. if you could just avoid him a little longer, you’d be able to move on. if he would only just—

in your nerves, you reached a dead end of one of the many barren halls. you were going to turn and scurry past him, not even wanting to grab your bag you left in the infirmary any longer, you just wanted to get away from him. but before you had the chance, ghost’s arms were on either side of your head, hands flat against the wall, caging you into his chest. your back was to him and your only view was the blank drywall. the corner he had you trapped in was dark and you figured even if you did spin to face the beast behind you, you wouldn’t be able to make much of him out. you hated that a swirl of arousal filled your stomach remembering him being this close to you in that tiny closet he shoved the two of you into all those weeks ago.

“ghost, i don’t wanna—”

“ simon ,” he said a little aggressively.

you gulped, his words grazing the edge of your neck as he spoke. you were quiet as you waited for him to say more. “you sure you’re ready to go back out on location?” he asked, referring to the upcoming mission you were going to be a part of.

“is that it? you’re worried i’m broken or some shit like that?” your words screamed irritation, but your voice sounded more hurt than angry. “that i don’t know my own limits and can’t decide when i’m good to be back? that i’ll slow you down? i told you i was cleared!” you knew you were inferring a lot from his one little sentence, but you wanted to be mad. to be angry at him.

“i didn’t say that.”

“no. but it’s what you meant.”

you heard ghost sigh and his hands dropped down to his side. you felt the warmth of his chest still behind you so you didn’t dare move to look at him.

“i know what it’s like t’lose everyone you love,” he started.

“what does that have to do with any—-?”

“would you jus’ shut up for one second n’ listen for once?”

you swallowed hard and nodded your head. he let out a breath. he knew he had snapped at you, but this was difficult for him. he wanted to get this out before he second-guessed himself and let you walk away forever.

“i lost my entire family to men a lot more evil than me. did everythin’ in my power to get revenge. so i know what it’s like to love and t’lose.”

“did it help?” you asked softly. “revenge?”

you could hear the tension in ghost’s words as he mumbled them behind you. the only reason he was able to answer this question was due to the fact that you were turned away from him. if you two had been looking into each other’s eyes… he didn’t think he’d have to ability to open up. “depends how ya look at it. that kind’a dedication to death—never stoppin’ till you feel blood on your hands—takes a toll on ya. i think it’s what made me so… unbearable. but the general doesn’t seem t’think so. made me a stronger soldier in shepherd’s eyes.”

you felt your breath waver as you listened.

“i wouldn’t have jus’ killed for them, i woulda died. it was years ago now that i was captured on duty. was tortured. buried alive. locked up. abused.” simon cleared his throat. “think it made me unwillin’ to let people in , as you would word it. i don’t know if i could survive another loss like that, like when i lost my mother and brother. s’not a feelin’ i ever plan on livin’ through again.”

“simon…”

“and you, ” he said a bit more potently. “you have been messin’ everythin’ up. when you n’ laswell were taken… it felt like when i saw my brother and his wife dead on their living room floor. the only thing i saw was red. i woulda done anything t’get you back. i couldn’t let this happen again. i couldn’t fail the people i cared about again.”

it pained you to know that simon placed all the blame on anything bad happening to those around him on himself. “laswell, too?” you said, but more as a question. you were purposefully trying to avoid the romantic ideation behind his words.

“no,” he said immediately, without a second thought. “course i wanted her back. but it didn’t feel the same as the way i wanted you.”

i wanted you . those words made your chest tighten.

“why are you telling me all this?” you finally asked after a lull.

“i jus’ wanted you t’know that i don’t mean t’hurt you. that maybe i needa try harder. and that… i’m sorry.”

you felt a single tear escape and slide down your cheek. you took a moment to steady your breathing, trying to reel in all of simon’s words.

when you spun to face him, unsure of what you’d find in his expression, you gasped. he was gone. you didn’t even hear him as he took off down the hall with your back still to him.

eventually, walking alone back to your room, you let the tears fall freely. you cried for simon’s past. for his losses. for your own losses. for the strange sense of love you felt radiating off of him as he told you he’d move the world just to get you back safely. for the stupid feelings you had brewing in your chest. for the way you couldn’t decide if you wanted him to wrap his arms around you or if you wanted to hold him as he told you more.

simon felt like he couldn’t let someone else in. that he wouldn’t survive it. but you wouldn’t leave him if he did. and you needed to tell him that. you needed to show him that he might be a bit broken, lost from his path, but you’d help him find the light again, as cheesy as that sounded. you would show him how beautiful it was to love even after losing so much. that it was possible. he deserved to be loved. he deserved to be happy. he wasn’t some emotionless robot, no matter what the army thought of him. and you wanted to help him realize that.

chapter 13 ➡

#ghost #simon riley #smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod #ghost fanfic #simon riley fanfic #ghost call of duty #ghost angst #cod mw2 #cod fic #call of duty fanfic #mw2 fanfic #beneath the mask

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transbunnyboi · 3 months

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IM SO SORRY FOR BEING COMPLETELY M.I.A. THESE PAST FEW DAYS!!! I've been super busy with work and the moment I get home, I get super tired and just go to bed. Nothing of the... carnal variety has happened for bit >////< Would you guys be interested in daily updates regardless of their content? I know sometimes I've gushed about Puppoy on here or given small updates as to what's going on before, so... Anyways, a small update: I'm having to travel to see my family for my birthday (this is... neutral), however, the day I get back, Puppoy will be leaving town for some work thing (this saddens me greatly). I've recently been playing video games with him and hanging out at his apartment and aaa!!! He's so cute!! He's honestly so adorable I can't GET OVER IT!!!!!

#puppoy archives #jerbun updates

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thesupreme316 · 9 months

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aew stars reacting to their gfs being a boss ass bitch 🤭

nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader! even for fun throw in anna jay x female reader, skye blue x female reader, and/or Julia hart x female reader????

AEW Stars React to: You Being A Rich and Famous CEO

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Fem!reader, Darius Martin x Fem!reader, hook x Fem!reader, Dante Martin x Fem!reader, Eddie Kingston x Fem!reader, Ricky Starks x Fem!reader, Julia Hart x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Supreme Speaks: hey all sorry for being late/m.i.a, i started school (senior yearrrrr) and been trying to adjust my schedule. i is back now . thanks to my baeee @hooks-martin for requesting. i hope everyone enjoys it. please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: this is my perspective of a "boss ass bitch" may have indications that reader is a suga momma (hey at least you got money), I kind of cut Andretti out cause I didn’t really know how to write him without being repetitive

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom @eddie-kingstons-wifey @cassie0sstuff

Every woman must ask themselves a question:

How are you a boss bitch? WELL BITCH LEMME TELL YOU

You are the CEO of a popular brand (cooking, makeup, clothing, etc.)

At one point you were featured in Vogue, Forbes, TIMES, everything

Rich? Check. Gorgeous? check. Smart? Check. YOU CHECKED ALL THE BOXES (and you do irl, don’t doubt yourself)

Everyone bowed to you as you displayed class, poise, and grace

But also you weren’t afraid to get tough if pushed in the wrong way

Which is what made you so likable and relatable

And that’s what made your boyfriend fall for you

Ricky Starks

MANS LOVE IT

This man was made for the luxury lifestyle

Don’t think this would be a one-sided relationship

He would spoil you too (IM A BELIEVER THAT RICKY SPOILS EVERYONE IN HIS LIFE)

Flowers, nice ass clothes from unpopular brands, things even you didn’t know existed

Would constantly brag about you on Instagram and in promos

“I think y’all are just mad that you don’t have a smoking hot, hardworking, intelligent, and rich girlfriend.”

Will do anything to make sure you feel well taken care of

Will play jokes on you like pretending to use your card when paying for dinner

“I mean you can spare 15 dollars…what do you mean no? Cheapskate.”

Nick Wayne

He found out by accident tbh…I think he genuinely didn’t know that you were rich

Or he didn’t know how rich you are

Nick is so sweet and I think he would be so humble about this

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you

Will feel at first weird about receiving gifts from you

I think he would be a little bit insecure about what he can do for you

But over time will start accepting them

Your attitude? He loves it

He loves how you’re able to take charge in spaces

“Babe, it’s just ketchup. I don’t like but I’ll eat it- please don’t argue with the cashier.”

I think he likes being taken care of…..cause he’s a lil baby

Darius Martin

Mans was enamored with your intelligence and your determination

Truly loves how your mind works and he uses you as a form of inspiration

Loves how you can tell off haters and people who dare to challenge you

Sometimes will forget that you have money or that you’re a CEO

“How did you get those shoes? Those came out this m-wait, you’re rich.”

Is always surprised with how much time you can make for him in your busy schedule

I feel like Darius will spoil you too like Ricky but with stuff that you would not really buy

Like lil trinkets and food

Would quietly brag about you and your accomplishments

Darius will post pictures of your achievements on insta and will block people who dare to trash talk you

Hook

Hook loves how humble you are about it

You would never flash your money to people just out of nowhere

But he also likes how you would quietly flex

Like he would get random gifts from you when you were away from him

Taz: What are these boxes?

Hook: Oh, Y/N got me some Jordans, new hoodies, and hair products……they were on sale, I think

As he is a private person, no one would know about your relationship except for close friends and families

And ya’ll prefer it that way; no eyes, no pressure, no one in your business

I also think that Hook would try to stop you from paying and buying so much

Sometimes, he’ll buy something before you so that way you can save money and not waste it

Knowing you, you’re gonna send that money to him and continue to shop

Dante Martin

Like Nick Wayne, HE’S A BABY

Like his brother, he would often forget that you’re rich

Because of the fact that Dante likes you for your personality

Doesn’t know how to react to your gifts

Feels overwhelmed, and grateful, but feels kind of embarrassed (cause he’s not used to this type of affection)

Is grateful for everything but assures that you don’t need to buy him anything

Will try to buy you things, but forgets that you basically already have it

“I got you this-oh you have five of them already.” (Cue you throwing the ones you already have away)

I also think he would do things that he thinks is unique for you

Like mans would create a finishing move and name it after you

Eddie Kingston (I’m finna go in)

MANS DOES NOT BELIEVE THAT HE DESERVES YOU

Also did not know how rich you were

Like he is in denial that you really like him, and would try to make sure that you don’t spend any money

Sometimes, he thinks that you’re spending money on him as a pity/sympathetic move

Cause of that, you two agreed that major presents/spending are only acceptable for special occasions

I think he also keeps track of how much you have spent on him and puts himself in debt to you

Becomes self-conscious around you, it was like pulling teeth with him to tell you

“Doll, I just think I can’t do anything for you. I don’t deserve you at all. But I love you so fucking much.”

Y’all give each other another perspective of the world and slowly Eddie starts accepting that you guys belong together

Julia Hart

Like Ricky, this woman THRIVES in this relationship

She would be private about your relationship like Hook, barely making any posts referring to you

But takes everything you give her with a smile and gratitude

Cause do ya’ll know how expensive goth and alternative clothes are?

Loves to go on shopping trips with you, loves to travel and try new things

“Can we go here? Yeah I know we went there last week but it was pretty”

You also start using her as a model for your company

This would be a beneficial relationship for the two of you as she always gives back

With dates, gifts, and straight-up surprises

She also sets you up with security services from the House of Black

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lavender-at-heart · 1 year

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Hiya, I love your writing, could I request some fluff with Erik (poto) where the reader is sick, tysm x

Omg tysm for the request!!! <3<3<3 I haven't written in a while so I'm not sure if it's any good. Also perfect timing because I am sick and it sucks.

(Ignore the fact that I have meen m.i.a for months 😅🫢😓)

Pairing: Erik The Phantom x fem!reader(can be read as gender neutral but there are a few uses of typically fem. terms of endearment)

Warnings: illness(?)

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Your mind humms awake after a long dreamless slumber. Your body feels heavy. You can hear Erik at his organ but every note he taps seems to amplify the growing pain in your head. You attempt to open your eyes but immediately shut them once the bright blinding light hits them. You slowly pull yourself up into a siting position-

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵! 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴? 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵!

Today was the day you and Erik were going to finally leave his dark abode and have a romantic picnic near the Seine. It was something that you had been anticipating for months and maybe even years! No doubt Erik will be in a mood when he hears. Looking into your mirror you look a ghastly version of yourself. Your try and brush out the wires of your hair but you still seem a fright.

Quietly shuffling over to the organ in your flowing night dress, you hope Erik doesn't hear you aproach. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴.

"[Name], mon coer! Your awake! Are you ready for this afternoon, I- oh dear your looking a bit dull, do you feel alright?."

"What? What are you on about? I feel fine! Of course im alright!" You protest and try to hold back a nasty cough.

"Hmm..." Erik holds a hand to your forehead before you can flinch away. "My dear your burning up! Your are most definitely ill. Why did you lie to me?"

Taking his words as anger; you start to get worried that you have upset him, and worse that you've ruined your afternoon together.

"I'm sorry Erik! I didn't mean to! I'm really not all that sick we can still go outside, I promise!" You plead to him and grab his hand that was once resting on your head.

"Darling what's there to be sorry for? You are sick and we must take care of you."

"But I feel fine!"

"I'll have none of that now back to bed, I'll be right there." You begrudgingly trud back to bed accompanied by a sneeze and a cough.

Happy to be back in the warmth of your quilt, but still saddened about your soiled plans; you await Erik's return. Ayesha mewls over towards you and finds comfort in your lap. Soon enough your eyes begin to droop and you find yourself nodding to sleep.

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You awake not long after to the feel of soft hands on your own. A fruity smell fills your nose and Erik hands you a cup of herbal tea.

"Here, drink this, sweetness."

The warm orange liquid helps to ease your aches and calm your mood. Then you take a few vitamins and enjoy a bowl of soup.

"I know you are saddened about this afternoon but please don't be. I am perfectly content to care for you right now. Besides we always have next time." Once your soup and tea is finished, Erik kisses your forehead and gets up to close the curtain that wraps around the bed. Then he goes to blow out the light and comes to cozy up with you in bed. He wraps his arm round you and sets his head between your neck. You carefully take his mask off and place it on the bedside table.

"...Erik?"

"Yes?"

"Would you sing for me?" Nothing ever seemed to soothe your pains more than Erik's singing.

"Of course, cheri. Any requests?"

"My favorite please."

And you begin to fall asleep again as Erik's soothing voice sings 'The Music of the Night'; but this time your sleep is filled with the wonderful dream of you and your phantom enjoying a picnic by the river.

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#the phantom of the opera x reader #the phantom of the opera #erik destler x reader #erik destler

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nanivinsmoke · 1 year

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a lil something for you guys since i went m.i.a on yall

Our Secret | Mikasa x AFAB! Reader

‘Shh! Shush, Mikasa! You’re too loud’ She tried to quiet the raven haired woman, moving her hand from her right breast onto her mouth. Mikasa’s eyes that were closed, popped open as she looked down at the woman who was using her tongue to pleasure her.

The two had snuck away during the scouts dinner, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about having Mikasa on her tongue again, she had to get a taste of Mikasa’s flowing juices. She could remember the first time when Mikasa gave her a chance; the two were taking watch amongst the walls. There was nothing happening; so the two started to make conversation. The conversation became a little personal, and Y/N learned that Mikasa was a virgin; she never been with a woman or a man.

To make a long and lewd story short, Mikasa ended up letting Y/N eat her pussy right there before the sun came up and before it was time to change shifts with the rest of the soldiers. That one moment made their secret relationship bloom.

‘I’m sorry Y/N, but your tongue is so warm… it feels so good’ She said an octave above a whisper, keeping eye contact on Y/N. ‘And you taste so good, Mikasa. But, you gotta be quiet or everyone else will catch us. Use your scarf to muffle your moans’

The thought of using the red scarf Eren gave her to muffle her sexy mewls; excited her even more. She nodded in response and placed the fabric in her mouth before Y/N continued to pleasure her. The woman licked her lips before she began to suck on Mikasa’s clit once more, moaning at the taste of the fluids that seeped out to greet her tongue.

Y/N could also feel herself becoming wetter, the sexy noises that Mikasa let out aroused her even more. She needed to taste the raven haired soldier’s cum, she couldn’t wait to lap up her juices. So, she added her fingers to the mix, pumping in and out of her wet, warm cunt; earning more moans from her partner. Mikasa never felt such pleasure before, she couldn’t help but to raise her voice an octave. She wanted to be heard, not by everyone; but by the woman who was currently eating her out.

Y/N could feel Mikasa’s clit throb faster, she knew that she was going to cum soon, so she pumped and licked faster, speeding up her orgasm. The red fabric was soaked from her saliva and she no longer wanted it in her mouth, she needed to it all out as she was going to cum. Her body grew hot and the scarf fell out her mouth, that familiar feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. ‘Fuck…Im cumming so hard’

Y/N quickened her movements and Mikasa’s clit throbbed more, she felt her clench around her two fingers, and then she felt something hit her face. A trail of clear water like liquid hit her nose and her lips, while Mikasa stared at the trail shock written all over her face. ‘Did I just pee? I’m so sorry!’ She inched her body away, embarrassed at the action and pulled her pants up.

‘No-No, you didn’t pee! You squirted and that’s a good thing’ Y/N licked the droplets that dripped down onto her tongue. As she inched closer to kiss Mikasa, she could hear the voices of their friends heading their way. ‘Shit! Come on!’ She grabbed her hand and ran away from her from their spot. When they were finally in the clear, away from everyone; they stopped to catch their breath.

Mikasa’s eyes trailed over to Y/N, her clit throbbed against her wet panties, she wanted more. No she needed more. Catching Y/N off guard, she pinned her against the rock they were behind and stared into her eyes. Before she could speak, Mikasa shushed her and reached down into the woman’s pants, smirking at what she felt.

‘It’s my turn to make you cum’

#mikasa smut #mikasa x y/n #attack on titan mikasa #mikasa x reader #attack on titan #aot smut #eren yeager #shingeki no kyoujin eren #shingeki no kyoujin smut #mikasa ackerman #armin arlet #mikasa ackerman smut #i want her bad #jean kirstein #annie leonhart

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skelnexswriting · 1 year

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“You came back.”

➪ | Pairing: | König x reader

➪ | Warnings: | mentions of battlefield, reunion of reader and könig, short and sweet story, fluff.

➪ | Summary: | You were separated from the rest of the team during a mission. König begins to panic after not hearing from you, so he searches for you. Once he’s found you, it’s a sweet little reunion :]

➪ | A/n: | Hope you enjoy! If you have any ideas feel free to lmk!

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Missions were hard. Anyone could tell you that. But this mission specifically, seemed impossible. It was like everything that could have went wrong. Went wrong. The enemies seemed to have the upper hand this time.

The sounds of gunshots never stopped. Enemy air support never seemed to leave. Buildings turned to rubble. Concrete turned to rocks.

Yet your team didn’t give up nor back away. Your team held their ground. Called for back up and air support and continued to fight. You had lost sight of your team awhile ago. You were…well somewhere. You didn’t exactly know where you were, bur you hoped the enemies didn’t know either. The gunshots slowly came to a stop. The silence was more terrifying than the constant gunshots.

Adrenaline still flowed throughout your body. You could hear your heart pounding against your chest. Your rapid breathing pairing with it. You mind constantly asking.

Where was your team? Where were you? Was your team ok? Was könig ok?

You couldn’t think straight. You didn’t even know if you were going to make it out alive.

Curtesy of your broken comms, you didn’t know that your team took out the enemies. Your sides air support took out theirs and your men took out theirs. You were lost with no way to communicate with your team..

Meanwhile König was freaking out. He hadn’t seen you for while now. He quickly ran through the rubble searching for any sign of you. He even asked through the comms. “Does anybody have eyes on Phonix?!”

But to Königs dislike he only got “negative” as an answer. So König continued searching. He wasn’t going to give up on you. Nor was he going to announce you as M.I.A. He was going to find you no matter what.

“Phonix!?” He continued to shout out. As he continued through the rubble of blown buildings he saw something. Something that made his heart beat pick up in speed. Your medic pack.

He could only hope this didn’t mean you were hurt. He started to walk in the direction of where the pack was.

And you heard footsteps. Had the enemies found you? Your heart raced and your grip tightened around your weapon. Your finger prepared to push down the trigger. Yet the familiarity of a german voice, stopped your actions.

“Phonix?”

“König?”

You got out of your hiding spot to be met with the tall man. Oh how were were happy to see him. And by the way he rushed over to you, he seemed to feel the same. He held your face in his hands, checking over you for any serious injuries.

“oh liebling, i thought i lose you.”

“Sorry I worried you König”

He pulled you in a tight hug, afraid if he let go you’d disappear. He was glad you were safe. Glad that your still here with him.

You could tell he was still a hit anxious by his shaking hands. So you pulled back a little and grabbed the sniper hood that covered his face. Lifting it just past his nose. You stretched up, so that your lips would meet his in a sweet kiss. Which he gladly accepted, pulling your body flush to his.

The kiss was full of love and care. He held you close and tight. The both of you cherished moments like these.So once you parted from the kiss (stupid need for oxygen) ,he rested his forehead on yours, keeping you close. He closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh.

“im glad, you came back to me.” His voice soft and sincere. Moments like this made your heart swell and was worth the tough missions.

“Always.”

#modern warfare #konig x reader #konig modern warfare #konig #mw2 x reader #mw2 x you #mw2 könig #mw2 konig #call of duty

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maneaterss · 1 year

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-not so alone

you're the one, you're all i've ever wanted i think i'll regret this.

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: richarlison and model reader after many years- have broken up up and during an event- richarlison is quick to support the reader.

cw: SO. MUCH. ANGST. fluff at the end for like two paragraphs.

a/n: this is the first idea that i've come up with since i started this account cause i've only done reqs oml. anyways sorry for going M.I.A and only writing angst... it be like that sometimes. this is kinda ass so sorry lolz. I CANT VIEW MY DMS OR READ OR RESPOND TO COMMENTS YALL IDK WHAT I DID.

also tysm for five hundred yall r cute asf w ur reqs mwah.

you felt confident- for the first time in months. your hair was blown out and fell long against your front, your dress embedded with rhinestones accentuated your favorite curves in your body, and your makeup only added to the newfound poise.

for the first time since the breakup you'd been able to feel some self worth. your friends and family had an idea of how hard the breakup- some of richarlisons family also reaching out to you. how else was a separation adorned with tears, screaming, and sobs supposed to go?

you stepped out of the car that led you to the event, you didn't anticipate this many paparazzi, or people. you didn't know what encouraged you to go to this event, in all honesty you accepted the offer because you'd been nominated to win. it was an award show for. a plethora of specialities, model of the year would be presented, actors, fashion, many things- but none of those categories could possibly have anything to connect to the one person you were avoiding, right?

questions were thrown at you, some about awards, some about if you thought you'd win, and few about a new boyfriend. the rest was tame until you'd gotten inside of the venue. instant camera flashes, another rough downpour of specific and critical questions- you'd taken such a long break from this and now making a big jump in was what you would observe as a horrible idea.

"y/n what kind of wins are you expecting this evening?"

"miss l/n who are you wearing?"

"what does your love life look like right now?'"

"what were the factors of you and richarlisons breakup?"

you body tensed at his name, you did your best to not give a reaction, to not feed into the weird obsession people had over your past relationship. "of course i'm expecting myself to take prize tonight, just like every other nominee who's equally deserving." you smiled and quickly moved on- you honestly prayed that was the end of his name tonight.

that was until an old colleague engulfed you before you could enter the seating area,

"god- im so sorry about richarlison y/n. it must've been horrible!" she squealed, arms impossibly tight around you.

you're face was straight until you pulled back, "it’s all okay f/n, thank you though."

lies. your eyebags covered with concealer would say otherwise, your empty nights and lonely days, the was you still had his tshirts in your closet, and the fact that his toothbrush was still in your apartment differed that fact completely. but the way of life didn't care for how much you'd loved each other or how much passion and time you shared because eventually his toothbrush would end up in the garbage on cleaning day, and his shirts would lose his signature smell, and you'd still wake up on your side of the bed alone.

your friend hugged you once more before escaping to find her designated spot and you lingered a moment more trying to find a familiar face to walk inside with until you heard that same hollow yet bouncy voice with an unfamiliar english accent.

your legs instinctively led you in the opposite direction of the voice, finding where your designated spot was. for half an hour you had insignificant conversations with the people sat around you- some you’ve spoken to before and others you never met but recognized from social media and whatnot.

at last the awards had begun, you sat idle- observing with the occasional clap or cheer when a name was announced. you’d completely zoned out about halfway through. completely having forgot you’d even been nominated- only thinking about the small laugh and greeting you’d heard from a sickening yet beautiful voice earlier and who it could’ve come from.

whilst you worried yourself over small happenings, whilst your fingernails dug into your palms with enough vigor to draw blood-

“y/n l/n” cheers erupted.

for a second your mine was ripped away from the painful mishaps of your devotion and instead your brain fixed on the fact that you had just won the award you’d lost sleep thinking about and praying to win for years on end, you thought about your family watching from home, your friends jumping up from their seats, and you’d gotten up from your own to walk onto the stage, portraits of you flashing on the screen behind you as you accepted the award.

you spoke of your thanks, of how greatful you’d been to accept this award and earn it, your heart soaring from the feeling of such an amazing win and lal you’d given up to be here, you’d felt on top of the world until your eyes made contact with those big brown ones in the back of the crowd, clapping as he stood. his frame was still tall- if not taller, slightly more muscular since the last time you’d seen him, his eyes were still deep like you remembered, his hair lighter, skin bronzer.

it felt you’d stared for an eternity until you walked off- only it was merely a few seconds. you’d forgotten your surroundings once more as you left the stage and sat down in your seat- everyone congratulating you on your way back as you smiled back- doing your best to push his image to the back of your head.

why did this affect you so much? he was completely out of your life, you were just getting over him. you wondered why he was here? for fucks sake he plays football- none of this should be relevant to him unless he was here for someone else- a girl? you knew he had many romantic ordeals since you two had ended and that fact alone slightly embarrassed you because you didnt give men the time of day anymore- you didn’t respond to them, talk to them, accept their date offers, you isolated yourself in your attempt to heal.

you sat in your seat, leg bouncing, anxiety at its peak- all of your nerves were tense as you took shallow breaths before excusing yourself to the bathroom- holding your composure until you found an empty hallway- you’d love to be in a more private place but bathrooms were always crowded at events like this.

you paced back and forth, your fingers busied themselves. you should be elated that you’d won- not acting like a child because you saw your ex.

god grow the fuck up you’re going to see him from time to time.

you said anything and everything to make the situation smaller but with the heightened emotions you were at the verge of a panic attack. you sat against the wall with your phone next to you- doing your best to stay off of it because god knows whatever people were saying would be your last straw.

you tucked your hair behind your ear as the first tear fell down your cheek, it wasn’t until then that you’d realized you never gave yourself a minute to mourn the loss of him- he who was entirely alive and healthy, to mourn the loss of his bear hugs, his corny kiss attacks to wake you up, his fingers that danced across your skin- sending chills up your spine, him wrapping a towel around your warm body after a shower.

tears fell and fell and fell, they fell until you covered your face with your hands, until your ears rang, and until you could smell that familiar scent. a body sat next to yours- running a hand down your back and the other fiddling with the ends of your hair. “breath, minha amada.’

you didn’t look up- nor did you removed your hands from your face until he pulled them away, forcing your red and teary eyes to meet his glossed over ones, “o que te deixa pra baixo?” he spoke as he kept eye contact. (what’s got you down?)

the way he spoke and the ghost of his fingers as he adjusted positions made you realize you weren’t alone in your mourning

#richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison icons #richarlison imagines #richarlison imagine #richarlison angst #richarlison smut #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison x you

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valentiyne · 9 months

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𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 ❀ 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Requested! Luke goes M.I.A for the second leg of their world tour, sparking a one sided tear in his relationship Warnings: Sappy Luke & happy ending I promise :-) Word Count: 1.3k (not proofread) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Luke Hemmings had a secret.

Not a small one-He didn't eat the last of my leftovers, nor did he use my expensive face wash in the shower. His secret was something his heart couldn't keep any longer. He'd been away on tour for 3 months now, and every night the only updatesI'd recieve about him through the boys.

"Mikey, you gotta tell me what's going on with him", I plead into the phone, biting nervously at my nails.

'Y/n, I have no idea.. I'm sorry." Im met with yet another click and I groan in frustration

I had begged each of them to tell me what's going on, all of them shrugging their shoulders or brushing off my question. I was one phone call away from hopping on the next international flight available and causing a scene at soundcheck.

"Hello?", I crammed my phone into the nook of my neck and shoulder as I heard shuffling on the other line. I stood in front of the coffee table, cleaning up the mess from the cheese and crackers I scarfed down while watching their newest interview. Luke seemed so out of focus- the boys having to nudge him to snap out of it and answer questions thrown his way.

"-oh you know what I mean", I heard a woman giggle from the other side of the phone as well as Luke's wholesome laugh. Pulling my phone away quickly, I scan the screen at the Caller ID to confirm that it indeed was my Luke calling me.

"Luke? Hello?", I try again, ultimately putting the phone on speaker to hear better. I was trying to ignore the uneasiness in my stomach forming, placing the crumby plate back down on the table before I sat down on the couch to steady myself.

"I mean she really has no idea about any of this", he says cooly, his voice speaking a little louder. I heard the woman with him laugh once more before speaking,

"Does she even know you've been in town for a couple weeks now?"

My heart drops, putting the phone on the coffee table in front of me, I bounce my legs up and down before slamming my finger down to end the call. It was one thing for him to be lying to me- but to cheat?

I cross my legs on the couch, ignoring the numerous calls from Luke that started to pour in. I couldn't stop laughing to myself- laughing about the fact I was stupid to think he'd casually be gone three months without contacting me once.

My eyes wander over to the display of rewards that littered the shelves, each one I can name the exact date and album they were granted for. I stood by his side since the release of their very first EP, recorded in his childhood bedroom. I stared at the photographs, a moment in time that was perfectly capturing our happiness. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the walls, not even when the front door swung open and a sweaty Luke stood in the doorway.

"Baby?", his tone is soft and sincere, nothing like the Luke that I overheard on the phone. I don't bat an eye towards him, my jaw clenched as he dropped his bag and moved closer.

"Baby please, look at me?", he steps in front of me now, crouching down to meet my dark eyes. He gives a sheepish smile before putting his large hand against my cheek,

"How much did you hear", sighing as he now pulls his hand to his hair now, waiting for any kind of response from me.

"When did you get back?"

He stares at me for a moment, trying to put on a shocked expression on his face. I stare at him now, my eyes meeting his baby blue ones.

"I got back on the 1st." He replies slowly, almost as if he's catching himself in a lie. Today was now the 13th- of February.

"Were you going to miss Valentine's Day too?", my voice is shaky, mentally beating myself up as I told myself I wasn't going to cry.

He pulls me into a tight hug, inhaling my scent for a moment before hoisting me up and carrying me towards our shared bedroom. The furniture we picked out together, stopping into four different stores before we found the exact materials to make it our home.

"No. Baby listen to me. Im going to make this up to you okay? Tomorrow morning I want you to dress up pretty like you always do and meet me at that resturant you love- the one on 21st street okay?" He whispers into my ear, placing me down on the bed slowly.

"Who is the girl?", I look towards the floor, watching him rub his eyes tiredly with a sigh.

"It'll all make sense tomorrow, okay?"

I give a mere nod before turning away from him and pulling the blankets closer to myself.

The resturant appeared closed on the outside, the February air littering my thighs with goosebumps as I look around for any indication that Luke was already here. I spotted what I thought was Michael's Tesla in an alleyway, but I brushed it off thinking it was someone else's. We didn't talk all morning, his side of the bed was empty when I woke and I didn't put up a fight about it this time. He held me all night, not loosing his grip no matter how many times I tried to push him away.

"Are you inside?" My fingers move slowly, having the push harder on the screen to get my cold tips to be detected.

He reads the text, not bothering to respond. I let out a large sigh and push past the revolving doors, spinning around until I'm met with the hostess. She gave me a nervous smile before leading me towards the back of the empty resturant, turning behind her to look me in the eyes numerous times.

The sound of plates clattering and people talking caught my attention, my eyes averting their gaze to the long dinner table. There, sat the boys, their companies and close family friends. I stood in confusion before Michael smacked Luke's arm quickly, causing him to turn around and face me.

"Y/n", He was breathless, staring down at me with a goofy smile on his face before he finally put one foot in front of the other. Reaching down, he grasped my small hand and dragged me to the front of the dinner table, his hands sweaty and body shaking.

"Luke what's going o-"

"Shh, please don't talk or Im going to forget everything I memorized and start crying" He laughs softly and I peer behind him, taking note of the numerous phones pointed towards me. I give his a confused look, my eyebrows raising as he takes my hand again.

"You have the core of my heart beating for you, a love beyond what a metaphor can express. I love you with every fiber of my being", he starts, clearing his throat before fumbling with his pants pocket.

Oh god.

He slowly falls to one knee, keeping one hand in mine as he speaks. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, it felt like we were the only two people on the entire planet.

"You are my rock, my constant source of strength, and my guiding light. I'm sorry for lying to you for so long, I just wanted it all to be perfect just like you. I needed to make sure the ring fit you perfectly and the sales lady was so excited for us. I want nothing more than to spend every day with you for eternity... Y/n", His eyes meet mine, a shaking hand reaching up holding a small box with a diamond ring in it. I gasp almost immediately, hitting his shoulder softly.

'Luke oh my god! Yes", I laugh and shove him again.

He wipes a tear with the back of his sleeve, smiling up at me with glistening eyes "I didn't even get to ask properly yet! Y/n, will you marry me- please?"

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #calum 5sos #ashton 5sos #luke hemmings #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings x reader #luke 5sos #luke x reader #5 secs of summer #5 second of summer imagines #5sos edit #5sos fanfiction #5sos fic

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alienssstufff · 11 months

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thoughts on q!dapduo ? (i’ve been thinking about their interactions during the wedding but it can be from any time period on the qsmp)

bro i fucking love dapduo. EVERY universe.

I've already spoken about them before and most definitely after the QSMPdinner event today my dapduo brainrot grows evermore >< You can probs dig for them through either the #dapduo or #stufff rambles tags yourself but here some of the links I'll be looking back on for this: >q!dapduo grieving > the guapoduo wedding arc >q!Slime's identity with Slime and Gegg >q!Quackity's identity and values

Summary of the 28/07/2023 QSMP Election Dinner: Gegg shows up to the venue (removes his armour AND his totems like a fucking idiot sorry im still heartbroken over this) and the remaining candidate members are ambushed by codes pretending to be eggs and Gegg loses his last presidential life. Slime returns as Slime and comes clean to everyone that he was Gegg all along but ElQuackity isn't so sure about this. ElQuackity and Slime have a conversation and (in chat) Slime secretly agrees to help ElQ win the election.

Out of pure impulse, I went and transcribed their whole interaction you can read it HERE

[ ramblings undercut ]

ANYWAY SO very important to know that roles and how they are perceived by others is an integral value to both Quackities' motivations whilst Slime's values are introspective, focusing more on his own identity (Slime/Gegg) rather than the outside. Throughout the entirety of the qsmp timeline, the both of them suffer near the same struggles yet respond to them differently because of their motivations which is why they compliment each other so well.

Q!Dapduo are able to sympathise and find comfort in eachother's pain simply because no one else on the island could ever experience what they're going through... Even if their way of comfort is not healthy.

Even if ElQuackity was m.i.a for a bit, before then he still considers himself close with Slime. ElQuackity learnt the assignment that Quackity was Gegg's father and went with it and most definetly caught feelings (platonic) that resonated when caring for Tilin and the other eggs. They were suffering together.

Cut to the QSMP Dinner where Gegg dies. The sadness ElQuackity felt was genuine yet bittersweet. His best friend, is finally learning to accept all parts of himself - but this is also a big turning point that the relationship dapduo have will never be the same. ElQuackity can no longer use Slime as a support structure (IN the manner that he used to at least) because he's broken free from the role that he's been given while ElQuackity has yet to do the same.

Q: No nononono you're viewing it the wrong way I think there's more to Gegg.

THIS LINE HAS SO MANY FUCKING LAYERS LIKE on one hand ElQuackity obviously is doing copium rn, but in retrospect he does have a point that Slime hasn't fully come to terms that Gegg and Slime are one in the same. They are parts of him and both sides are starting to mesh together and it's Slime's mission to better understand himself.

AND THEN ON A DIFFERENT LAYER, IF WE PIT THIS WITH THE CONVERSATION ELQUACKITY WHISPERS TO SLIME it's also really scary. Yeah he's going to use Slime to win the election, but it's also unconsciously ElQuackity's way in keeping Slime as this emotional support, and whatever this deal insinuates I am SO scared. This idea is also reinforced visually by Slime's body language as he physically backs himself into a corner by ElQuackity as he accepts the deal -- Which makes me think Slime is definitely aware of ElQuackity is trying to do and makes me wonder the reasoning as to why Slime accepts this deal.

One wants to leave but the other doesn't even know they're trapped in this together.

Q!DAPDUO .

#ask stufff #stufff rambles #qsmp spoilers #slimecicle #quackity #dapduo #qsmp #qsmpblr #Got so many feelings for q!dapduo especially I wish people were aware of how impactful their dynamic on eachother are holy shittt

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httpsghostie · 11 months

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M.I.A

ahm I dont know what this is, but this time im sorry for it

had to write this in my native language so I'm sorry in advance if something's wrong

dont murder me pls I'll write more fluff after this ok

inspired by the night does not belong to god

Summary: Death is inevitable in the battlefield.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC, violence, mentions of death

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It was night when it happened.

Night vision goggles helped them through the darkness of the woods as Ghost led the way. The chaotic explosion had split them from the rest of their squad, leaving them with no choice but to navigate their way through the dense forest.

Twigs snapped beneath them as they ran. The moon's pale glow filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Wraith's heart raced with each step, and she anxiously looked down at her leg.

The chain of events unfolded fast, as the enemies artfully dangled their bait. Like desperate, starving fish, the team took the plunge, diving headlong into the trap. Through the dense forest, Wraith's only concern was to escape alive. Or at least that's what she thought.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, the rush of it drowning out the pain throbbing in her thigh. She gritted her teeth, trying her best to keep up with Ghost's rapid pace, but it didn't help when he had giant legs. Each step sent a jolt of agony through her injured leg, leaving her limping and struggling to maintain balance. They had been running for what felt like an eternity, and she was pushing herself beyond her physical limits.

The weight of the gear bore down on her, and she felt heavier with each passing moment. The rifle felt like a burden in her hands, and the once comforting weight of the thick bulletproof vest now pressed mercilessly against her chest. The belts and holsters that held essential tools and weapons were now digging into her thighs, causing discomfort she could hardly bear. As her vision blurred and her head spun, she realized her body was giving in to exhaustion.

Ghost glanced back, noticing her erratic movements and the grimace of pain etched across her face. Wraith felt a nauseous wave wash over her body, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. She cursed herself for her misstep that entangled her foot on a branch, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her pride hurt as much as her leg.

"Come on, Wraith" shouts Ghost, his heart pounding with terror as he was terrified to see the woman before him suffering as her thigh bled. His hands instinctively grabbed the shoulder strap on her vest and dragged her through the mud, looking for a denser area to let rest.

Ghost's urgent shout snapped her back to reality, his fear mirroring her own. Despite the pain and the increasing weakness in her limbs, she knew she had to try to keep moving. This was far from over, and they were still deep within hostile territory.

The mud sucked at her boots as Ghost dragged her to a slightly denser area. Gently, he helped her down to sit against a tree, his worry evident as he examined her bleeding thigh. Her breathing was labored, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Ghost tore a strip of cloth from his own gear and improvised a makeshift bandage for her wound. His hands worked skillfully, a testament to his training and experience. Once he finished, he looked into her eyes, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between them.

The sudden sting on Ghost's back sent a shiver down his spine, immediately snapping him out of his focused state. His body dropped to the ground, pulling the injured woman along with him, seeking cover from the unseen threat. He knew all too well the distinct danger of a sniper's presence.

His mind raced, trying to assess their situation. They were vulnerable, and the dense forest provided limited protection against the sniper's accuracy. Ghost's eyes darted around, but his body gave in, collapsing onto hers. His wound ached, but she wasn't near to reassure he'd be okay.

Her body laid against a tree and for a brief moment she found herself dreaming.

She muttered at the unbearable weight on her chest, batting her eyelashes to understand the events. The sun was rising on the horizon, it was so beautiful, but yet so… painful.

As soon as her vision cleared, her eyes trailed down where she found her partner laying against her chest, arms on either side of her legs. It takes a moment to realize it was real.

The whites of your eyes

Turn black in the lowlight

The frigid air seemed to mirror the cold reality of their situation as she desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from Simon's wound. Her hands trembled as she realized the severity of his condition. Despite his low tone and apparent indifference, she could see the pain etched in his eyes.

"The sky is beautiful, don't you think?" Noticing the moving person behind him, Ghost says. She nods anxiously, looking down.

"I can't lose you, Simon," she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks as she attempted to keep him awake. "Please, we have to keep fighting."

In turning divine

We tangle endlessly

Feeling the bitter cold seep into her bones, she tried to ignore her own pain, focusing solely on keeping Simon conscious and warm. Their situation was dire, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after all they had been through together.

As her body grew weaker, she clung to his words, finding solace in the memories they had shared. Their unconventional relationship had been a source of comfort in the chaos of their lives. They had found solace in each other's arms, their bond transcending the trials they faced.

Like lovers entwined

"They won't find us, stop moving around, it's cold." Despite almost being unconscious, he still managed to be ignorant sometimes.

It was, in fact, cold. It was freezing cold. Or was it the life slipping away from their fingertips?

"No, not this way, Simon" she tries to move, but her legs don't respond to her commands. He breaks at her words.

This life was painful, the only joy of his life was having someone he could trust as much as her. They weren't exactly the definition of a relationship, but late at night they'd always find comfort in each other’s arms.

I know for the last time

"We won't make it out." He says, stern, but the fabric on his mask was soaked with his tears.

You will not be mine

Having tested all the channels on the radio, they knew there was no way anyone could find them in time.

"This wasn't what I expected from this mission, thank God I spent so much time memorizing every detail of you so I can find you again in another life." Ghost squeezed her legs, but she couldn't feel it.

"Simon-" she can't help but sob, taking every strength of her body to wrap her arms around him.

So give me the night, the night, the night

Death was inevitable, and being near her almost every single day made it even less scary, but nothing could prepare Wraith for having her loved one fall into a deep sleep on her arms. As the minutes passed, she felt Simon's grip slipping away, his breathing becoming shallower. Despite her efforts, there was little she could do to escape their fate. With each passing second, the weight of his words settled in her heart.

As his eyes began to close, Wraith held onto him, remaining by his side, refusing to let go until the last breath left his lips. In that moment, surrounded by the silence, she felt a profound loss. Simon had been her anchor, her confidant, and somehow her source of strength, and she held onto that until the very last end. She wouldn’t forgive herself if she let him see her die after all he’s been through.

He slipped into a deep slumber, large palm still clutching hers. Their souls would forever be intertwined, regardless of time or circumstance. As the cold darkness of night enveloped their lifeless bodies, her soul held onto the memories, cherishing the agonizing love and pain they had shared—transcending life and death.

The night comes down like heaven

#cod mw2 #cod fanfic #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #simon riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost

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noe-clara69 · 7 months

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The foxes as songs:

- Kevin:

- Castles Crumbling (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift (featuring Haley Williams)

- Just Taylor Swift songs (I’m convinced Kevin is a huge swiftie, you cannot convince me otherwise)

- You Can’t Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo

- the grudge - Olivia Rodrigo

- Scream My Name - Tove Lo

- Andrew:

- Blood//Water - grandson

- I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

- seven - Taylor Swift

- Control - Halsey

- REAL SUPER DARK - Waterparks

- anything dealing with drugs (especially Happy Pills by Weathers) because joking about trauma is fun

- Neil:

- Family Line - Conan Gray

- Run Boy Run - Woodkid

- parents - YUNGBLUD

- Teardrops - Bring Me The Horizon

- Aaron:

- Winner - Conan Gray

- You’re On You’re Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

- The Exit - Conan Gray (could honestly be both the twinyards but I already have too many songs for Andrew)

- Allison:

- Boss Bitch - Doja Cat

- Bad Girls - M.I.A.

- Money, Money, Money - ABBA

- Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

- Elastic Heart - SIA (don’t like the artist or support her views fyi)

- Seth:

- medicine - Bring Me The Horizon

- Renee:

- Clean (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift

- Dirty Laundry - All Time Low

- Nicky:

- because i liked a boy - Sabrina Carpenter

- The entire Lover album (he is a such a lover boy)

- Dan:

- Team - Lorde

- Elastic Heart - SIA (don’t like the artist or support her views fyi)

- Matt:

- Stupid For You - Waterparks

- Renegade - Styx

Im sorry some of them have tons of songs and others don’t. Some of the foxes just fit my music taste better and so I have more music for them.

#aftg #all for the game #nora sakavic #aftg thoughts #the sunshine court #andrew minyard #neil josten #kevin day #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #music #waterparks #Taylor swift

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jsjajsjsjs · 9 months

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Sorry for goin’ M.I.A on yall☠️ anyways here’s a quick little Tim wright x AFAB! Reader smut💟🫶

Im new to this whole posting on tumblr thing so don’t judge me if this looks strange-😭

Tw: idk fingering, and use of words cunt, pussy and cock? Just basic smut pretty much If there’s anymore lmk

NSFW UNDER CUT MINORS DNI

[recommend listening to while reading]

You slowly arose from your slumber and you feel your boyfriends, tim, large arms wrapped around you as you guys had been cuddling while watching a movie together the night before.

You sit up in your shared bed the best you can while his arms fall down from your torso to around your waist as you sit up and gently stretch out your arms and legs while yawning, in the midst of doing so he had woken up and opened his eyes and looked up at you and spoke, “morning, darling”, he spoke in a deep and tired voice as he rose up from his spot on the bed and released you from his arms.

“Good morning, love”, you say softly as you lean over and give him and gentle kiss on the forehead and then slowly got up from your spot in bed and stood up on your feet and brought yourself to your shared bathroom that was connected to your bed room.

You walk in and Tim is right behind you as you walk over to the counter and pick up your tooth brush and get it wet and then place some toothpaste onto it as he does the same as you begin brushing your teeth.

You jump up onto the counter, facing him, and smiled at him as she leaned forward and gently wrapped his hands around your waist as his tooth brush hung out of his mouth, he then took the tooth brush out of his mouth and sat it on the counter as he took yours out of your mouth too and put it on the counter and spit out the toothpaste that was in his mouth and you do the same. “Hmm? Love, why did you do that?”, you ask him in a confused manor.

He just shrugged in response then wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up and carried you back into your shared bedroom and plopped you down on your bed and then leaned over top of you and pampered your face in sweet gentle kisses.

“I love you..” he said quietly in between all of his little kisses.

I need to post but have no motivation so part two with actual smut might be soon or not idk🥲

#Spotify #tim wright smut #timothy wright x reader #masky x reader smut #marble hornets #creepypasta #smut #fluff?#I’m bored of writing these #I’m gonna hang myself #smutty #fluffy #creepypasta fluff #slay girlboss #I’m gonna kms

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mvltisstuff · 1 year

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this is me trying - p.p

summary: after the events of endgame, peter and y/n romanoff deal with their own grief together. peter, losing his closest father figure, and y/n, losing her older sister. after dropping her title of an avenger, y/n tries to pull herself back to normal.

peter parker x romanoff reader

empty tin cans of beer were littered across y/n’s room as an attempt to dry the guilt in her flooding mind. the sounds of the city outside her new york apartment were concealed by the aggressive news reports on her tv.

“coming up next on NBC New York, new tributes and memorials of heroes Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers, Captain America, have been placed in times square. next segment reporter Chris Thompson will be talking with the creators and discussing the importance of these people for saving the world after the bl-“

the tv flashed and turned off, the remote shaking in y/ns hand as she stared at the photo of her beloved sister. she sighs and leans back against the couch and breathes in the cold air from her open window. as she’s busy trying not to get lost in her head, her door beeps and swings open, revealing a more put-together peter.

y/n had no idea how he did it. she tried understanding how he could act so normal after experiencing that. she knew the pain they were both going through, but he was a better actor than she was an actress.

he scans the living room of the apartment, inhaling the scent of beer and taking in the sounds of busy streets. he sighs and starts picking up the cans, throwing them out.

“sorry, don’t worry about those.” y/n’s raspy voice breaks the silence. “i didn’t know you were stopping by.”

“it’s ok.” he says quickly and reassuringly. “sorry i haven’t been by in a few days, i’ve been on patrol a lot. how are you hanging in?”

“wonderfully.” she says, sarcastically, pointing out the scattered mess. she wants to talk about something else, but with everything the pair has been through in such a short time they can’t seem to make time for any other conversations. “you?”

“i’m hanging in there. may’s a lot of help. you can come over anytime, you know that, right?” she keeps her eyes straight, not looking at peter. “honey, i want to help you.”

“peter, i’m going to be fine. they do say time heals all wounds.”

“yeah. how many drinks did you have today again?” he says, slightly more harsh. he brings his hands together, squeezing them as a way of comfort.

“please don’t start this now, really. i’m doing the best i can.”

“i know, and its more than enough. but we need to help each othe-“ she cuts him off.

“shes dead, peter. there’s no helping that. shes dead and i haven’t heard a word from yelena or melina. shes never coming back and im stuck picking up the pieces.” it’s almost like she wanted to say he didn’t understand, but that was wrong and she knew it. peter understood better than anyone.

“you don’t have to do it alone, y/n.” he lowers his voice, almost to a whisper. y/n shakes her head and rubs the back of her neck.

after her death, y/n was left to clean up the mess it left. yelena was m.i.a, there was no point in reaching out to anyone else. there was nothing left to do. nothing anyone can do will unheralded the broken. no one can subtract the guilt out of y/n brain.

guilt was practically eating her inside out. natasha died to bring her back. she died to save the world, and the world couldn’t even save her. if nothing had ever happened to y/n, maybe she could’ve stopped her from traveling back to vormir.

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when y/n was little, before being taken into the red room, she grew up believing a world without her sisters didn’t exist. reality hit like a brick when her ‘father’ willingly gave her up to be a part of an experiment. she realized the truth of the world, and that not everything is pretty colors and a happy family. she reunited with her sister, natasha, after destroying the red room and all of the components, saving the women’s lives inside. natasha is nothing but a hero in her eyes, and never will be anything else. now, to her, natasha was a hero, and never got her chance to be anything else.

the drinking got worse before it got better, and the discovery of new feelings about her situation came to the surface. it seemed that peter losing his strong male figure in his life and y/n losing her best friend brought them together in a way their young, naive minds could’ve never imagined.

natasha claimed to always fight for y/n through life and death. when one wasn’t there, they were killing and rushing for the other.

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one year later.

y/n sat up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes. she shoots peter a message, checking the rest of her notifications.

a clatter is heard from the other room, chairs squeaking against the floor. it couldn’t have been peter, as he would’ve let her know before coming by. in her oversized sweatpants and tank top, y/n gripped onto the knife in her bedside table. she walks carefully, like the weight of a feather on the floor. she creeps out of the hallway, crossing paths with a figure in her main room.

her knife makes a quick move, which the blonde figure dodges and grabs her wrist. she pulls it up as the two make eye contact.

“Привет, my sister.” yelena belova, says clearly with her thick accent reminding y/n.

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a/n: this isn’t my proudest piece tbh but its pretty short. i wanted to get into peters situation and grief a little more but i was kinda struggling with connecting it to the movies, so i decided to cut it short. also sorry if the timing at the end is off i cannot understand it. also sorry if that russian was wrong at the end too LMFAO 🫶

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