#maybe one british person is alright | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

neo-nomatrix · 10 months

Text

(My) Nuisance

Hobie brown x reader

word count: 964

find the rest of the mini series here

synopsis: You thought you hated Hobie, but for some reason you’re starting to like him just as much as you like Spiderman.

a/n: (maybe too much) british slang used

You hate your next door neighbor. No, no you loathe your next door neighbor. You think he is the worst person to possibly exist. His stupid flat decorations, his loud punk-rock music blasting at unruly hours, the way he would come back to his flat at 4 am stomping his boots yelling with his friends about their latest anarchist protest. But you hate nothing more than the way he looks at you.

Everytime you try yelling at him he opens his door with the cheekiest grin on his face. While you’re standing there fuming he’s leaning against the door panel looking you up and down. The worst part is how much he tries to smooth talk you.

“I already told you how annoying your music is, no one wants to hear that at 3 am alright? Some of us have work in the morning,” you complain, smoke practically coming out of your ears.

“Oh c’mon love it’s not that bad. Don’t have to be such a tosser ‘bout it. It messes up that pretty face of yours,” he says.

“Are you daft? You’re the one keeping everyone up at night with your dumb guitar,” you roll your eyes.

“It’s not that big a deal sweetheart. Y’know i'm starting to think you’re making up rubbish just so you can talk to me more. I’ll admit it’s pretty cute but you could just ask me out,” he leans closer to your flushed face.

“I don’t fancy you if that’s what you mean,” you scoff.

“Not saying that. I’m saying if you wanna snog me so bad you could just say so,” he shrugs.

You could burst out laughing. Kiss him? That’s fucking hilarious.

“You’re joking right? i’d rather die.”

“I don’t believe in comedy, love,” he says.

“Of course you don’t,” you mumble as you storm off back to your door.

You’ve decided he is the worst person ever. He doesn’t deserve your efforts and time.

You set your keys down and fall into bed as you hear amp feedback and the sounds of Hobie strumming his guitar. You can’t help but roll your eyes. How could someone be so incompetent?

You reach your hand over to where the bed and the wall meet to grab your Spiderman plush. You hate to admit it because it’s kind of dumb but you’ve always loved spiderman. Ever since you were a little kid you collected posters, figures, pins, and merchandise having to do with the superhero. Even now, your walls are decorated in spiderman posters, you own spiderman clothing, and even printed your keys to have a blue and red spider web on them.

There was something so nostalgic to the vigilante and his style that you had to adorn your room with touches of blue and red. You thought spiderman was the embodiment of “cool.” From his suit to the way he acted around criminals to the electric guitar on his back. Sure, a guitar was the main thing you hated about Hobie but Spiderman did it better. He made it work in the way Hobie dreams of.

You wake up to the loudest knock on your front door you’ve ever heard. You immediately know it’s him. You try to ignore the blaring pounding coming from your door but it keeps going. You force yourself to get up and answer the door. You hope you can open it, yell at him, then go back to bed.

To your dismay the second you open the door Hobie places his hand on the top of the wood, stopping you from moving it anywhere else.

“What do you want this early?” you groan.

“It’s like 9 am, love. But anyway-” He cuts himself off before finishing his sentence. You’re too groggy to notice that he’s staring inside of your flat. His eyes search the walls and decor in front of him.

“So, I take it you like Spiderman?” He laughs.

“That’s none of your business,” you sigh, crossing your arms.

He pushes his way inside of your flat, moving around like he’s looking for buried treasure. He picks up memorabilia and smiles at them. He holds up a Spider-Punk figurine and turns towards you.

“Spider-Punk huh?”

“Don’t touch my stuff! You know this is technically breaking and entering,” you scold him, taking the figure out of his hand.

He puts his hands in his pockets and just smirks at you. That stupid smirk, displaying half of his teeth and perfectly showing his lip ring.

“What do you want from me, Hobie?” you question after placing the figure back on its stand.

“Jus- Just wanted to apologize for last night,” he starts.

“You mean this morning? We talked at 1 am, remember?” You say, passive aggressively.

“Right, whatever. You’re… You’re right,” he exhaled, “I shouldn’t be blasting my music that early. It’s inconsiderate and rude to the people in my vicinity,” he breathes.

In the time you’ve known him you don’t think you’ve ever heard him say sorry. You’re taken aback, did he really apologize? And did he sound genuinely sorry?

“Oh, oh uhm thanks,” you sat, still skeptical a camera crew would come out laughing saying this whole thing was a prank.

“I wanted to see if you maybe wanted to come to my show tonight? We could get dinner after or whatever you want,” He scratches the back of his neck, he’s nervous.

“I’d like that, I guess,” you reluctantly say.

“Wicked. Uhm, i’ll be leaving then. Sorry again,” he says. Shooting finger guns at you and making his way out the door.

You smile, maybe, just maybe, Hobies getting to you. As he’s leaving you could swear you see some blue and red material with spikes on it slipping out of his pocket.

#spiderman x y/n #spiderman atsv #spiderverse x reader #spiderman x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #spider punk #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x y/n #marvel x reader #spiderman atsv x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman x you

7K notes · View notes

secretjeon · 1 year

Note

Could you write something for SebastianxF!reader? Maybe later in their 7th year with Sebastian being jealous of all the boys interested in you. Him figuring out his feelings for you and maybe some kissing at the end 😳

ONLY YOU; SEBASTIAN SALLOW

pairing: sebastian sallow x f!reader

warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint, some arguing, jealousy, very quick slight suggestiveness, reader is seriously so desired by everyone its not even funny, fluff!!! not proofread!

word count: 1k+

a/n: first time writing for sebastian but it was so much fun im so excited!! for anyone who might want to request I write fluff, angst and smut so there's not really any limits. i don’t know how to write dialogue as a british person in the 1800s, so take it easy on me, but i hope u like it!! 🤍

comments/reblogs/likes are appreciateddd

He didn't know why he was so upset at the sight before him. You were currently sitting in your Defence Against the Dark Arts class, waiting for the professor to begin.

It wasn't just you at your table. There were also two boys, whose names you can't remember. They were both bragging about different things to you, one about Quidditch, the other about his amazing skills in Herbology.

It was a painful sight to watch, seeing as Sebastian was sat at the table just behind you. From where he was, he could very obviously tell they were trying to flirt with you. It bothered him deeply, why would these guys ever think they had a chance with you?

Smart, beautiful, perfect you. Things he all believed. Of course, he didn't think anything of it. Why wouldn't he acknowledge how beautiful you were? That was just simple human nature. But that didn't stop him from wondering why he was so bothered by the guys flirting with you.

He hated the thought of them doing anything with you. Talking with you, kissing you, touching you. The thought made his blood boil.

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Sebastian can recall the many times your chats were interrupted by another guy trying to take you on a date. Of course, you said no each time, but it wasn't any less annoying to him. He'd learned to refrain from rolling his eyes at this point, but still silently cursed the lads in his head.

"Alright, everyone! Take a seat." Professor Hecat spoke, allowing the two boys at your table to sit at their respective seats.

"Today, we are going to be doing something a little different. I want you to each partner up with someone, and then I will be explaining the rest." You immediately got up, about to go towards Sebastian when another boy got in your way, Liam, if you can remember correctly.

"Hey, Y/N, wanna partner up?" Sebastian couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes this time. You paused for a moment, trying to find a way to politely reject the boy.

"Erm, sorry... Liam, right? I'm afraid I've already partnered up with Sebastian." The brunette boy lit up at your words, suddenly feeling confident and looking at Liam with a smug face.

The other boy nodded with a tight lip smile, before leaving, defeated. You sat down next to Sebastian, who now had a bright smile on his face. "What are you all smiley about?" You teased.

"Nothing, let's listen for Professor Hecat's instructions, yeah?" Both you and him brushed it off, spending the rest of the class chatting up a storm and doing the assignment.

___

A few days have passed, and it just so happened to be Valentine's Day. You and Sebastian had gone to The Three Broomsticks to drink a butter beer together, as your own 'Galentine's Day', though you weren't sure if you could call it that because Sebastian wasn't a girl, but you were both single so the concept was the same.

You were sipping on your drink, enjoying each other's company when you see a guy who you recognize from your Charms class, someone whose tried to ask you out before, approach you.

"Y/N? It's Patrick, from Charms? I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna get a drink with me." This visibly angered Sebastian, his grip on his glass tightening, knuckles turning white. Before you could speak, Sebastian decided to tell Patrick a few words of his own.

"Don't you see that she's busy with me right now? And I don't know if it's clicked in that noggin of yours, but have you ever considered that maybe she's just not into you?" His voice was slightly raising at this point, but you couldn't help but find it attractive.

Patrick's eyes widened a little before backing up, muttering an apology and walking away. You turned to face Sebastian. "Why did you do that? You didn't even let me get a word in."

"Oh, please, Y/N, didn't you see how he was looking at you? It's like you were a chocolate frog and he was ready to eat you! Trust me, he's not the right guy for you." You quirked an eyebrow at his statement.

"Then who is?" You watched as he hesitated for a moment, before taking a sigh as if to prepare himself, and looked you in the eyes.

"I am," You stared at him in shock, not knowing what to say at the sudden confession.

"Y/N, I'm not sure why I didn't come to this realization sooner, but I've fallen for you. Deeply. I mean, we've gone through everything together, and you're just so perfect. You're truly one of the most amazing people I've ever known, and I've never felt this way about anyone be-"

You cut him off by leaning forward and capturing his lips with your own, catching him off guard. He's thrown off at first, but quickly matches your rhythm with his own, your lips fitting together like puzzle pieces, sparks flying everywhere in the room.

The kiss is everything and more. With his mouth still on yours, he grabs your chair, pulling you in closer, before moving his hands to you, one on your face, holding your cheek, the other holding your hand.

You both break apart, breathless with stupid smiles on your faces. "I've been waiting forever for you to say that." You grab his hand with both of yours.

If it was possible, his smile got even wider at your words. "You have?" You nodded, figuring it was time to confess.

"You've given me absolute butterflies since the moment I met you, Sebastian. I had all but hoped that you felt the same way. Why do you think I've always rejected the guys that flirted with me?

It's because it's you. It's only been you." You lean in for another kiss before Sebastian suggests a real date, perfectly fitting the day. The two of you leave The Three Broomsticks, feeling happier than ever before.

#Sebastian sallow #Sebastian sallow x reader #Hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #harry potter #Sebastian sallow fanfiction #Sebastian sallow fluff #Harry Potter hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fanfic

5K notes · View notes

holylulusworld · 26 days

Text

A perfect gentleman

Summary: Your trip to Great Britain changed your life forever.

Pairing: Raymond Smith x fem!Reader

Warning: bitchy friends, meet cute, sex with a stranger, smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, public sex, shower sex

You bobbed your head to the song blaring from the loudspeakers. It was the only thing you could do. That, and watching the others dance with men they just met. Grinding into them – their intentions clear.

Maybe you are not the most social person, but being in a place with so many people spiked your anxiety.

You shuddered and ripped your gaze from your friends to order another drink. Something light. You never were much into alcohol.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” a man plopped down next to you and dipped his head. “How can I help you relax?” He purred and moved his hand to your thigh.

“You could start by stopping to touch her,” another man suddenly stood behind your back. He pushed the other guy off you and glared at the stranger touching you. “Is that the way to welcome tourists now?”

“Man, she looked lonely,” the man grunted but made space for the second guy. “Didn’t know you called dips on her already, Raymond.”

“Get lost,” Raymond snapped at the man. You flinched and tried to make yourself as small as possible while the men fought. “We don’t harass ladies at my favorite place.”

“Alright, alright,” the man huffed. “She’s not worth the effort. You can have her.”

“Hey, are you okay,” Raymond softly asked. He must’ve been from around, because of his sexy accent. You always had a thing for men with an accent. “I hope he didn’t hurt you. Some guys shouldn’t drink too much.”

“Uh-thank you,” you murmured and finally looked at the man. Raymond looked like you imagine a British gentleman, but with a dash of roughness and something hidden behind his neat appearance.

He was wearing a navy-blue corduroy waistcoat, a slim tie with the same color, and a light blue and white striped button-down over dark wash slim-fit stretch jeans. His hair was neatly gelled back, and his beard was long but well-trimmed. Orange-rimmed clear lens glasses framed his handsome face.

“That was very nice of you.”

“A gentleman must protect a lady in need,” he grinned and sat next to you. “Let me buy you a drink for the inconvenience, and for not stepping in sooner.”

“You came the moment the man put his hand on my thigh,” you shyly glanced at Raymond. He offered his name to you and held out his hand. You placed your hand in his, feeling another shudder run through your body. This man was unlike any guy you ever met.

He screamed danger but acted like a gentleman. You could smell weed on his clothes when he leaned closer to ask you for your name.

“Y/N,” you replied and allowed him to hold your hand for a little longer than needed. He ran his thumb over your skin, causing a tiny whimper to escape your lips. “Thank you again.”

“What brings you here, love?” Raymond leaned impossibly closer, letting you feel his warmth. “I assume you are a tourist.”

You chuckled. “What gave me away?”

“Your accent, and I know every pretty girl in town.”He laid it on thick when he purred your name and told you that you look beautiful in your dress. He already had you when he saved you from the grabby guy, but you wanted to bask in his compliments for a little longer.

“Every single one,” you chuckled. “You’re a very busy man in that case.”

He adjusted his glasses and smirked. “I don’t know every woman like that.” Raymond gave you a wink. “But I’d like to get to know you better.”

“My friends are still somewhere at this place,” you leaned closer to drink his appearance and scent in. You were enchanted by this man. “Probably rubbing themselves against the guys they just met.”

His eyes sparkled at your words. You were about to do the same with him. Why – you had no clue. He was handsome and charming. But there was something else drawing you in like the moth to the flame.

“Do you want to leave this place?” A question was not in his words when he got up, still holding your hand. “I promise to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t make it far. Before you knew it, you left the bar with Raymond. You ended up pressed into the wall in the dark alley behind the bar.

He was all over you, lips devouring your mouth the moment you were out of sight. His hand slipped between your thighs, finding your panties soaked. He teased you for your floral cotton panties, moving the fabric aside to shove a finger inside your soaked cunt.

Raymond lifted you off of your feet, and you ended up in his arms, your pussy stuffed to the brim with his thick cock.

“Fuck, this is a tight little cunt,” he puffed into your neck. Hot breath fanning over your skin. “You’ve been a good girl, huh? How many guys did you fuck behind a bar so far?”

“No one,” you held tight onto Raymond as he slowly rocked into you. “Only you.”

“You’re so good for me, love,” he whispered in your ear as mercilessly battered your cunt. He was not a gentle lover any longer. Raymond fucked up into you, all the while holding your body safe in his arms. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to move your hips. “Ruin me. Do it. I’m done being the good girl.”

“Aw, baby love,” he crashed his lips onto yours to silence your moans. “You met the right man to ruin you.”

“Why did you leave without us?” One of your friends asked. Janice walked inside your shared hotel room, smirking as you were reading another book. “Y/N we are on vacation. Stop reading and go out there. There is a whole new world to explore.”

“Yeah. Maybe you’ll get some dick too if you stop hiding,” your other friend snapped at you. She didn’t get lucky last night and tried to let her anger out on you. Chanel always gets lucky. Just not last night.

“Oh, I think you will have enough fun for all of us,” you hid that you were the one getting a perfect dick last night. Well, they wouldn’t have believed you. You never take a risk. This includes fucking a stranger behind a bar. “Don’t forget to wrap it before you let any dick get near you.”

“It’s their job,” Janice huffed. “I only need my lipstick and nothing else.”

You bit your tongue. Last night you were the one making sure that you didn’t take a bigger risk. Raymond was all too eager to fill you, but you insisted on protection. Even though you were a horny mess wanting nothing more than to feel him bare inside of you.

“Have fun reading,” Janice snapped at you. “We are going to meet up with some girls we met last night and tonight, we’re going back to the bar. Tonight, I’ll get lucky and fuck a British guy!”

“Don’t wait for us to come back today. You’re no fun to be around since you and Ransom broke up,” Chanel added. A low blow to your fragile heart.

With your friends gone, you had the time to enjoy the city. You explored the usual spots tourists would seek out and ended up in a nice little café to have a break.

It was close to your hotel, and you could enjoy the sun as long as you wanted to.

At least no one tried to hit on you here or called you boring for enjoying your tea and biscuits.

“This must be fate,” a familiar voice said. Raymond stopped short in his tracks when he recognized you. “What brings you here?”

“I was—” You licked your lips at the sight of Raymond. Today he was wearing a soft camel tan shawl cardigan and a skinny burgundy tie over his dark wash jeans. He looked as perfect as ever when he claimed the empty chair on your table, “having a break from exploring town.”

“Sightseeing,” he nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Raymond eyed you up and down in your simple shirt, cardigan, and a pair of worn-out jeans. “I could give you the Smith tour to show you all the secret spots no tourist ever saw.”

“Smith tour?” You wrinkled your forehead.

“That’s my surname, sweetness,” he smirked and nodded at the waitress to order tea and biscuits himself. “Do you want to go on that tour with me?”

“Sure,” you said a little too fast. He was still a stranger, but you let him fuck you twice last night. What else could he want? You were sure he wouldn’t hurt you and having the chance to fuck him again had you already dripping. “I’d love to see more than the usual spots.”

You didn’t see much of town. All Raymond showed you was his large, luxurious estate where he lives by himself. And you didn’t see much of it either.

Raymond had you pinned to his mattress; his cock buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt moments after he guided you inside his home.

“Shit, look at you,” he purred before he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. “I could get used to having you like this. Underneath me, filled with my cock.” He kisses you again, softer this time. “Bare.”

He rocked his hips at a slow pace, dragging his thick cock along your walls. Raymond smirked as you dug your fingertips into his back.

“Raymond,” you whimpered his name. “Please.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” he buried his face in your neck to nip at your soft spot. “Now,” Raymond growled your name and gave you a particularly hard thrust. “Sweetness.”

“Raymond.”

“Again,” he snapped his hips into yours. “NOW!”

“RAYMOND!” You screamed his name on the top of your lungs. “RAYMOND!” You chanted it like a prayer. “Please.”

“Fucking take it,” Raymond whispered in your ear. “You’re meant to lie underneath me, my cock in your sweet pussy.” He slowly fucked into you, taking his time to enjoy having you again. “All I was thinking about was your cunt. I could smell you on me all day.”

Your arousal coated his cock with every thrust. It soaked the sheets underneath you, ruining the fine fabric you admired before you ended up on his bed.

“You’re mine now,” he threatened his voice a deep growl as he kept on fucking you into the mattress. “Say it.”

He stopped moving and stared at you underneath him. “Say it!”

“’m yours, Ray…”

He kissed you again, sweet but dirty. His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting the strawberries you ate earlier. “Yes. Fuck.” You started to clench around him and tremble underneath Raymond. “Please.”

“Ohhh…fuck,” he thrusted into you, ignoring that you cried out his name. Raymond simply fucked you through your high, rhythm never faltering as you threw your head left and right. It sounded cliché, or like bad porn. But right at that moment it was all you could do because he just felt too good inside of your body. “That’s it.”

“Come inside of me, please,” you pleaded. “NOW!”

Fuck…He thought and exploded inside of your quivering cunt. Raymond didn’t stop. He trusted in and out of you, making an even bigger mess of his sheets.

“That was,” you sighed when he slipped out of you to lie next to you. Raymond panted, and you patted his chest when he gasped for air.

“I know, sweetness.”

“Thank you for making my vacation much more interesting,” you laughed as he crawled back on top of you to kiss you softly and gently.

“Thank you for making my shitty week better.”

“You’re very welcome, Mr. Smith.”

His shower was amazing. Just like the rest of his home. It was huge, and the rain showerhead was something else.

Not that you got the chance to enjoy it much. The warm water barely had the time to run down your body before Raymond was all over you again.

He stood behind you to nip at your earlobe with his teeth. His skilled hands cupped your tits, and you fell back against his chest.

“Still not enough?” He chuckled at your words. “You're insatiable.

“You’re just too cute to ignore.” He watched you turn around to cup his face to kiss him. “What are you up to, sweetness?”

“I’d love to fuck you again,” you purred his name and ran your hands over his chest. “What are you up to?”

Raymond smirked, and you knew you were in for a rougher treatment. He twirled you around, barking orders at you. “Hands against the wall.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’re playing with fire,” he was on you again, to manipulate your body. He gripped your hip with one hand and guided his weeping cock into your dripping pussy. “But I’ll not stop you from being a perfect little cockslut for me.”

You hissed but welcomed his length like an old friend. “You feel too good inside of me, is all.”

“Yeah,” he kissed your neck. “How good? Good enough to spend the rest of your vacation with me.”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation. To hell with your friends, sightseeing, and biscuits. All you wanted to do is spend time impaled on Raymond’s cock.

“I knew it,” he breathed into your neck. “You’re perfect.”

Raymond nipped at your neck while slinging his arms around your waist. “My little lost tourist.” He slowly but steadily pumped into you. “Lucky me getting inside this sweet body.”

“Oh, yes,” The warm water gently rained down on you and Raymond, and your wet bodies slid easily against one another. “Fuck, please.”

“Same, sweetness,” he growled as you started to push back onto his length. Raymond was close to losing all control. He pressed you against the wall, pumping into you with all the strength he had left in him.

You slammed the palms of your hand against the shower wall feeling your high ripple through your body. You were panting heavily, and your knees buckled when he emptied himself inside of you.

“No, you don’t understand,” Raymond grunted into the phone. He watched you turn around in your sleep to snuggle into his pillow. “I want you to tell me where to pick her things up. Y/N wants to spend the rest of her vacation with me, not you.”

He groaned as your friends bombarded him with questions. His patience was wearing thin, and he was close to sending one of his problem solvers to get your belongings.

“Listen, all you need to know is that she’s safe with me. No…I won’t send you a picture of her.” Cursing loudly, he looked at you.

“Give me the phone,” you yawned, and rubbed your tired eyes. “They won’t believe you, Ray.”

“Fine,” he handed you your phone, waiting for you to confirm that he’s not some psycho kidnapper holding you hostage. Even though, his cock twitched when he imagined keeping you at his home forever.

“Janice, relax,” you tried to calm your friend. “I met Raymond two days ago at the bar. Yeah, where you left me all alone. We met again at a café, and I spent the last two days with him at his home. I texted and called you, but you didn’t answer so, I believed you don’t give a shit about me and if I’m still alive.”

Janice muttered into the phone, but you didn’t care. You told her to pack your things and hand them to whoever Raymond will send to them.

One week later you sat on his couch, snuggled into one of the blankets he offered to you. “You’ve got a nice home,” you said and smiled. It pained you that in not a week you had to leave this wonderful place and the man owning it. “Maybe I can come back here one day.”

“Or,” he sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh, “I just keep you here forever.” Raymond nuzzled his face in your neck. “I heard you quit your job, left your boyfriend, and are looking for adventure.”

“What? I-“ you spluttered. “How did you find out?”

“Your friends are rather talkative,” he shrugged and moved his hand between your legs. “I got a big home, and a good job waiting for you. I know this is sudden, but I’d love to keep you around. What do you say?”

Tags in reblog.

#raymond smith #raymond smith x reader #raymond smith x female reader #raymond smith x you #A perfect gentleman #raymond smith x y/n #raymond smith smut #smut

218 notes · View notes

blingblong55 · 7 months

Text

Mistake -141

Based on a request:

I've got a request for you! I got lost in my thoughts and thought of a prompt so sorry if it's a bit jumbled lol So it's like a wrong place wrong time kind of thing where the reader is mistaken for an enemy, and taken to the base. Maybe interrogated a bit before the 141 are told they have the actaul enemy on they way to them and they're like 'then who tf is this....oh shit....'

GN!Reader, angst, civilian!reader, mentions of torture.

141, one of the best military groups the British military has. As always, they have a target to chase after, this time it's in a small town. Their informant let them know it would be a person dressed in a completely different attire than they were used to. You happened to be walking back from your boring job when you passed their location.

"Bravo 0-6, we have eyes on the target," Gaz said over the radio. "Roger that," Price responded, Within seconds you felt as if someone was chasing you. And having that you watched a crime documentary the night before, you quickly thought of a way out. You walked normally but stayed in well-lit areas. The men thought you were just trying to play along with your facade. "Don't let 'em get away," Soap said from his location, his snipe pointed at you. You grabbed your pocket knife and held it in your hand. You walked faster towards a more public road. "Quick, Ghost!" Price ordered. You heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

You ran away, not daring to look back once. You took many detours until you were close to a nearby church, Church service had started but before you could even reach it, Ghost tackled you. "Don't hurt me!" you told him, your hands held high. He took your knife away and pointed his gun at your head, "Why the hell were you running?" You tried to stay calm but two other men approached you, Gaz and Price with their own guns pointed at you. "Soap, you got visual?" Price asked over the radio. "Yes, Sir" was the response, a red dot on your chest. You panicked.

"No please, you are mistaken." your desperate voice pleaded. "That's what they all say." Price growls and Gaz and Ghost drag you back to their temporary base. The entire way there, you cried and begged to be let go. "You have the wrong person, please I'm innocent!" you cried. Soap aggressively cupped your face, "Yer shut the fuck up, ye hear me?"

At base, they threw you to a mattress in an empty room. Wrists tied to the other, ankles tied as well. Your teary face looking at them. Your body is littered with lacerations. Limbs are weak but they wouldn't stop hitting you. You cry, "Please...I beg of you...please stop this" You receive another punch to the abdomen. "Don't you understand we will keep this up, you fucking killer." Gaz held a knife to you. Over the radio, the Delta team came on. "Bravo six, this is Delta 0-5, how copy?"

"This is Bravo six," Price said, his eyes piercing yours. "We found 'em, and are on our way back to base." Ghost gave Price a questioning look. Both men stepped outside of the room, leaving the two sergeants with you. "What do you mean you have the person with you, Delta Five?"

"All features you told us to look for, this person has it and they have admitted to being the subject."

"Fuckin' 'ell." Ghost murmured and rushed inside. "Sergeants, step away." He commanded. "Ghost they are talking now."

"Step away from the civilian, Soap," he advises and approaches you with caution. He kneels in front of you and unties you, "Are you alright?" He asks you with a soft tone. You were too weak to move, all you could do was stare. Whimpers of pain filled the room once Price walked back in and took a look at the injuries they had caused. "C'mon, we have to rush them to the medics." Your vision blurred. In all his years of being a soldier, Price had a day he regretted the most. And that was today, hurting an innocent, treating them as if they were the scum of the Earth. What fucked him up the most? The fact you died on the bed of the medical tent. Your body is weak, blood on the floor and how you died innocent and young, a poor civilian taken hostage, begging to be let out and no one heard.

That day, Task Force 141 lost another piece of their sanity, another stitch with emotions and another shattered glass to the oath they took to protect civilians. Ghost added you to his book of names, the list of all those he lost to war, by his hands, or by the cruelty his job brought. Another soul that Gaz ripped away because of orders, ones he always followed without question. Soap, the one who had the most blood on his hands, now regretted not listening to his instincts.

484 notes · View notes

redroses07 · 1 month

Text

JJ Maybank Dating HCS // SFW + NSFW

A/N: Hey guys!! This is just a collection of my thoughts on what I think dating JJ would be like! Sorry if any are a little too cheesy. I can make a part two if you guys want, and maybe a Rafe version upon request. Anyways hope y'all enjoy! Love u guys! ♡⋆˙

SFW

Literally the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for, he has a temper but would never ever hurt you.

You are literally his everything, like when I tell you this man worships you. No matter what he is doing, if you need him he will be there.

One time he was hanging out with Pope and John B, and you called him crying. There wasn't a car nearby and he didn't want to waste time looking for one, so he no joke ran to your house. It wasn't far, but it was far enough for him to nearly collapse at your doorstep when he arrived.

"JJ, are you alright?"

"Mhm- now that m' with you baby."

I feel like whenever y'all are going out he would act all silly and say something like "Your carriage awaits m'lady" in a fake British accent when he picks you up. Then he'd kiss your hand and open the car door for you.

I think his love language is either physical touch or gift giving.

He's definitely a PDA person, like he's always got his arm around you when you're with your friends.

Sometimes he takes it a little overboard and Kie tells his that the two of you are disgusting.

"JJ stop stop." You giggled as JJ peppered kisses down your neck in front of the bonfire.

"Oh my God, just get a room already." Kie snapped.

"Oh shut up you're just jealous!" JJ says.

JJ knows he doesn't always have money to buy you things but that doesn't stop him from still giving you the most thoughtful gifts.

Once he found a patch of wild flowers, picked as many as he could hold in his hands, tied a ribbon around them, and gave them to you.

You of course loved them, and gave him the biggest hug.

SPEAKING OF HUGS!!!! JJ is totally the type to sneak up behind you and attack you with a hug.

This happens so often that you would think you'd learn to see it coming, but somehow he always manages to surprise you.

You squeal as JJ aggressively wraps his arms around your waist, smothering your face in kisses.

He's also the WORST about picking you up and throwing you in the water.

"JJ it's cold!!" you squealed in protest as he threw you over his shoulder.

"Oh well that's too bad!!" JJ cackled as he threw you off the pier into the icy water.

NSFW

HIS RINGS. This is probably weird but I don't think JJ takes his rings off when he fingers you. And I know DAMN WELL that cold metal feels so good.

I am a firm believer that JJ is a little munch. He loves loves loves to eat you out, especially when he's high. He's surprisingly good at it too, and definitely gets pussy drunk.

I just know that JJ could be super submissive at times, especially when he's had a long day.

When he comes home after a stressful day he wants nothing more than for you to relieve that stress.

"I need you right now baby, can you please take care of me." JJ whines. tugging at your clothes.

"Whatever you want, my pretty boy." You say, climbing on top of him.

I feel like JJ has a thing for doing it outside. Like whether it's on the beach, on his boat, or just straight up in the ocean.

You two cannot go to the beach alone at night without it ending with your clothes discarded off to the side.

373 notes · View notes

d0youc0py · 3 months

Text

Warnings: fluffy, meeting for the first time, making plans for a date, GN reader, storms, too long, not proofread

Maybe renting a cabin in-almost- the middle of nowhere wasn’t there best idea. It had been storming for the past four hours, making it impossible to take advantage of the beautiful world outside. You should’ve brought your rain boots.

You were pacing back and forth across the hardwood when your light flickered twice before going out completely.

“No!” You growled. You flickered the switch on and off as if that would do anything. “Fuck.” With a huff you tugged on your coat and slipped into your shoes, using your phone light to guide you. You went around the back of the house fiddling with the power box. “I better not get electrocuted.”

The thought of that alone was enough to make you close the power box. You turned on your heels making your way to the other rental house down the road.

“Hi Mrs. Collier, is your power on?” You smiled at the older woman as she opened the door.

“What’d your roof cave in?” She questioned, taking in your soak appearance. She moved out of the doorway, silently welcoming you inside.

“It’s been on and off for the past hour.” She sighed pouring you a hot drink. “I’ve got spare clothes in the hall closet- don’t want you to get my carpet moldy.” She shooed you off.

“Thank you Mrs. Collier!” You did as she had told and found a nice oversized shirt and sleep shorts.

“So what do we do? Just wait it out?” You questioned sitting at the counter. She pushed the hot drink towards you, then added another candle to the fifty she had on the counter.

“I do what everyone does when something goes wrong. Call John.”

“Who’s John?” You asked. She looked at you with furrowed brows.

“You’ve been living here for how long and you haven’t met John yet?”

You took a sip of your drink and shook your head.

“Well I guess that makes sense.” She sighed. “He’s in the military- high up I think and he does those special agent type things, Y’know like the things you see on TV- anyways he’s gone a lot, never too long but you can always tell when he is.”

“How so?” You pressed.

“The town falls apart, physically. I almost feel bad for the man, never seems to have time to relax.” Mrs. Collier continued. “Someone’s water heater is always going out, or there’s a storm and one time the Hathaway’s fence completely collapsed- sheep got out all over town. It was quite the sight.” She smiled to herself and you wondered for a minute if she remembered you were there. She shook her head breaking herself out of her trance. “Drink up honey, don’t need you gettin’ everyone sick.” She gave a gentle smile.

Suddenly the lights flicked on. You closed your eyes quickly not ready for the burst of light.

“You alright in there.” A gruff voice called from outside. There was a knock at the front door, before the person outside let themselves in.

“Thanks, John. What do I owe you?” Ms. Collier asked, sliding off the stool.

“I’ll take a muffin if you have any.” The owner of the voice suddenly appeared in the kitchen doorway. He paused for a moment when he saw you. His face softened and he offered you a polite smile. You were too flushed about his your appearance to return it. “I don’t think we’ve met. John Price. I live about a mile up the road.” (I know he’s British) He extended his hand towards you, not before wiping it on his pants. He wore a black rain coat, with his hood pulled up over a black beanie. The beanie was far too low for your liking, nearly covering his vibrant eyes. As if he read your mind he tugged it up slightly.

“Y/N, L/N.” You shook his hand, pulling away quicker than you probably should. “You said you lived up the road? That pretty cream colored house?” You asked. He chuckled at you. It was warm and inviting.

“Never been one to think my house was pretty, but yes that’d be the one.”

“Order up.” Ms. Collier handed John a large ziplock filled with muffins.

“Thank you, Doll.” John smiled. Ms. Collier let out a giggle swatting at him and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your own face at the interaction. “Where you staying? Need a ride back?” John turned towards you.

“Y/N’s power is out too.” Ms. Collier spoke for you, smirking at your flushed appearance. “They’re staying one house over.” Ms. Collier pointed towards the direction you came from.

“Let’s get you settled then.” John said, nodding his head towards the door.

“Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly. John nodded his head in assurance and you wondered what it was like to be someone with such a comforting aura. “Thank you.” You stood up, grabbing your wet clothes from the laundry room. “Thank you Ms. Collier.”

“Anytime, Honey.”

You started out the door but John pulled you back.

“Umbrella?” He raised a brow at you. You shook your head. He quickly unzipped his jacket, sticking his hand in his pocket and holding half of his jacket above your head. You instinctively shuffled closer. He was warm and smelled like pine- and a little something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on but it was smoky. You both began your track to your house, breathing a sigh of relief when you entered almost completely dry.

“Where’s your power box?”

“On the side of the house.” He nodded his head starting towards it. You began digging around your house for some sort of payment for him. He already had some baked goods and who knows what else he earned on his travels. The lights flickered on in no more than five minutes. Heavy footsteps thudded against your porch and John stopped in the doorway, not wanting to wet your entire house.

“Thank you so much!” You praised. “Now I unfortunately don’t really have any food, well anything substantial at least, but I have some cash.”

“Don’t know if you should be telling strangers you have cash in your home, love.” He scolded, shaking off his coat on the porch. You gave him a sheepish smile, to hung up on the endearment to fully take in his words.

“Yeah.” You sighed, still waiting for an answer from him. “So how much?”

“Dinner with me?” He said suddenly. You began to head over to your bag but stopped.

“I’m sorry, what?” You could hardly believe he wanted anything to do with you. Your hair was plastered to your face and you were wearing the worst clothes the 80’s had to offer. “Are you sure?”

He furrowed his brows at you. “Am I sure?” He repeated..“Something wrong with you?” He hummed. You nodded your head, but quickly shook it.

“No. I mean nothings wrong with me. Well that’s not true there’s probably a lot of things- somethings that I’m probably not even aware of. I’m sorry I shouldn’t say there are a lot of things wrong with me but”-

“Breathe, Sweetheart.” He interjected. “I’ll take dinner or you can just call this one free as a ‘welcome to town’ favor.”

“I like dinner.” The words came from your lips before he had even finished his sentence. He chuckled at you again.

“Good, I’ll pick you up tomorrow. 7:30 sharp.” He began making his way down your porch steps, back to his truck.

“Okay!” You shouted after him. “Thank you.” You knew he couldn’t hear you, so you decided it was a thank you meant for the storm.

171 notes · View notes

ylskquevmxv · 11 months

Text

British insight for those military men fics

Coming from a British person

Use this for your angsty british backstory

Will include:

-insight to healthcare and low income situations

- opinions on the royal family (all negative)

- british food

- talks about home life and low income

• none of them would care for the queens death. They would not be mourning, they would not be sad, they're not tories. If anything theyd be glad and wishing death upon the rest of them. The monarchy sucks the only downside is that we have Charles and camilla now. Diana rest in peace

• to add on to this they wouldnt care for the coronation they would most likely insult it, they probably hate the entire royal family like almost all of the entire uk does. I am repeating this again but they are NOT tories 🚫nuh uh🚫 stop painting, price, gaz and ghost as people who love the royals while soap hates them 💀💀 they all hate the monarchy

• they most likely wouldnt drink fancy tea Pg, Yorkshire, tetley etc are their go to because that's what most of the uk drink especially low income houses as it's the cheapest. Taste of home I guess.

• also they're not out here eating beans on toast whenever they get the chance💀 they're probably eating an entire meal because they're giant men??? Like beans on toast is what parents give to their kids because it's cheap and fills them up, the only time they're having beans is with:

1) breakfast

2) jacket potatoes

3) sasauge and mash

4) Gregg's bean and sausage pasties

• also soap probably eats beans too?? I've seen fics where hes wholeheartedly against beans like??? Hes Scottish?? I know he ate beans as a kid, no one grows up and decides to have a mohawk otherwise

• they're all meat and potatoes type of men (like all british men) that's it. That's the facts

• fries =/= chips

• also british people are like really lazy when they speak

"would you like a cup of tea?"= "fancy a cuppa?"

"I'm just not in the mood to do that" = "cant be arsed"

"How are you?" = "ya alright?"

"Should we get some Chinese/Indian/Italian/etc food?" = "you want a chinese/Indian/italian/etc?"

• we tend to just drop words off In sentences because the person were talking to probably already understands what we mean and because like I said we're lazy

• British accents also vary so much!!! Even if you're from the same street you'll probably have a different accent and we also swear a lot, we also use a bunch of mixed slang as thete are people from everywhere over here (poland, Bulgaria, Romania, Lithuania, india named from just my class)

• Irish travellers are also really common so their would probably be a few in recruitment idk why people dont add Irish people to their fics ?? maybe they fear putting Scotts and irish people together (watch big fat gypsy wedding for more insight I used to love that show)

• Aussies understand us pretty well (shout out to my uncle Andy) a lot of our language dialects are pretty similar and our humour is both pretty dry and blunt

• also British people dont care for like anything?? Even tho we have free healthcare most of us just slap a wet paper towel on it and call it a day. The most reaction you'll get is a room temperature ice pack

• british teeth are also something that Americans dont really understand since we have free healthcare but I'll they to simplify it. our Healthcare is free and so is dental care but only if you're younger than 16 except for check ups etc and unfortunately alot of us are born into low income households whose parents are a)mentally unwell b) physically unwell c) involved with drugs or are just simply neglectful so that means a lot of us arent taken to the dentist and by the time we are old enough to take ourselves we would have to pay for it and some of us just dont have the money for things like braces

• also I really want to see someone include chavs/roadmen in their stories because i think it would be funny plus some of them are really nice and genuinely curious when asking

• there are things called council houses/ council estates and they arent the nicest places to live and are usually not in the best shape but it's a place to sleep, most of the people who live there are usually people who live on benefits and are really lovely (might be biased I used to live in one tho), you usually have to top up on gas and electric every so often via a card (gas) and a key (for electric) usually able to get these topped up from you local corner shop

• alot of the nosies we make are as if we're cave men

*throws paper ball into trash*

Anyone in a 5mile radius: WOOOOO

• we also make up chants alot?? Idk why but we're just a musical country usually has something about your mum, your nan, a nonce, or one of the many other british wonders *nonce = pedo

• our beauty standards are a lot less extreme like theres obviously beauty standards but there are a lot more regular looking people on tv over here rather than supermodels ?? I've been to America and some of the people on tv you'd swear they were made in a factory for hot people only. Let people be regular

• British tv has a commercial every 15 minutes or so and our commercials dont offer lawyers or medication, some our commercials have songs, silly gags in them or are terrifying (check out: money supermarket, the antibiotic song, the meerkat adverts just to name a few)

• our eggs are orange not yellow

•our sandwiches have butter on them (not all but most) + brits arent much of foodies we just eat to survive really especially during the cost of living

• our drinking culture is a big thing over here, a lot of us start drinking around 13

• we have stores like asda, tesco, lidl, aldi, iceland, sainsburys and big Tesco, corner shops are really common depending on if they're owned by a large company or not some of them arent in perfect shape and are run my people from other countries but they have good stuff so who cares about how they look

• you have to be 16 to buy an energy drink and 18 to buy alcohol/ cigarettes

• outside cats are a thing, they're not homeless they just come as they go

• for some reason people are really classist?? Because how dare the poor be alive, and I'm not talking about just rich people being bad to the poor if you have bad living conditions expect to be made fun of by other low income people 💀 you'll be lucky if yoire funny because otherwise you will just be getting bullied.

•our weather is pretty much grey, our grass is almost never fully green and usually patchy, our summers are so hot they cause wild fires because we have no humidity and no air con, our winters are a hit or miss either too cold or a regular day

• tv shows that most of us call soaps: eastenders, coronation street, emmadale and hollyoaks

• some uk shows, naked attraction, snog marry avoid, friday night dinner, bad education, plebs, come dine with me, him & her, some girls, the Keith lemon show, gavin and stacey, not british but Derry girls, inbetweeners, anything with philomena cunk in it, the great british bake off

• Some documentaries (ish) for those who love information: old people homes for four year old, emergency, educating greater Manchester, educating Cardiff, poor kids, anything with stacey Dooley or louis theroux in

• it's kinda hard to describe the uk to someone whose never witnessed or experienced it.

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #big beefy british military men #call of duty x reader #cod x reader

528 notes · View notes

keeganbrainmush · 1 year

Text

" If I had to choose him or the sun, I'd be one nocturnal sun of a gun. " ; Kyle " Gaz " Garrick x Male Reader

‧☾ You're such a cool person if you know what song the title is referring too like hmu we should be besties. Also I've never written penetration. I'm a rookie don't judge</3

‧☾ He's so so pretty its not fair. Your both so inlove. Flustered Gaz, Teasing reader, back hugs, neck kissing. Kitchen sex, bottom Gaz. Penetration, edging, overstimulation. Hair pulling, Degradation + Praise, Cock-Drunk Gaz. Submissive Gaz, Dom reader.

‧☾ The dark sky is a reference to the title I'm so proud of myself

‧☾NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

navigation.

You opened your eyes to the dark cloudy sky from a window in your shared room, hearing the distant calls of geese. It was 8:53 am. You flipped over and was expected to hit a broad-shouldered man to hopefully warm up, instead a cold lump of messy blankets. Right. His morning run.

Yawning and rubbing your eyes, finally sitting up after just laying there. You walked to the bathroom to wash your face before going to cook something for Kyle for when he got back. You placed a pan on the stove before turning it to the side to hear the clicking until the flame burst out.

You had scooped out a teaspoon of olive oil onto the pan and grabbed the bacon and sausages from the fridge along with some eggs.

You began cooking the sunny-side up eggs, fried bacon and sausages to make Kyles favorite breakfast. The ' Traditional ' British breakfast. You had never seen the appeal behind it, but if he loved it you'd make it every time he wanted it. Also you had cooked it so many times you've perfected it, probably one of the best dishes you can cook.

You grabbed your phone and connected it to the speaker in your kitchen to play some random playlist you had stored away for God knows how long. You placed Kyles food on a plate and ate yours from the pan, already pissed off to amount of dishes that awaited you.

Grabbing the pan off of the stove and turned the sink on, before grabbing the sponge and dousing it in soap you felt arms wrapping around your waist. Your heart dropped and turned around quickly to face, a face with slightly chapped lips from Londons cold air and facial hair. It was Kyle Garrick.

" Jesus Christ, Garrick. You scared the shite outta me! " You exclaimed, punching his shoulder playfully. Kyle smiled at you, flicking your forehead. " Maybe if yer damn music weren't so bloody loud, You would've hear me come in. " He retorted, pulling you into a hug.

Wrapping your arms around his waist and buried your face into his shoulder, you tried to breathe his usually musky, expensive cologne. You pushed him away quickly when you realized he smelled like sweat. " Go take a shower, Garrick. " You ordered. " What? I don't smell that bad, do I? " Kyle asked, sniffing his arms. " Alright fine I'll go take a shower. I'll be out in a jiffy to wash those dishes, Love. " You silently thanked the universe for such an amazing boyfriend. As much as you could enjoy cooking something, the dishes would always be your worst enemy.

You turned the water off and walked over to the couch, grabbing some thrown over clothes to tidy up something before enjoying your day off. You threw them in a bin on the side of your washer and cleaned up the counter and fridge the continuing to walk into your room to get ready to take a shower after Kyle.

Opening the door you saw a freshly washed and nice smelling Kyle getting dressed. " Cute butt. " You teased, taking off your shirt and sweatpants and tossed them into the laundry pin into your room. He yelped and fell backwards onto your bed. " You scared me, Wanker! " He spat, standing up again quickly to pull his boxers and joggers on.

" I've seen every inch of your body, Garrick. Even that cute little mole on the inside of your upper thigh. But don't worry, I hardly even noticed you. " You told him, a playful glint in your eyes. " Oh c'mon thats not fair either! You didn't even stare at me arse alittle? " He whined. Kyle was a slut for your attention, even you staring at him alittle made him rub his thighs together.

Walking off without giving him an answer but just chuckling at his complaints, you turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before slipping off your boxers and stepping in. You grabbed a loofa and dumped body wash onto it before rubbing along your body and running it through the water.

After a solid 10 minutes of showering you stepped out and rubbed a towel along your body then wrapped it around your waist. You opened the door from your bathroom connected to your room and stepped in. Walking over to your drawer to grab a clean shirt and sweatpants.

Strolling out of the room and saw Kyle washing the dishes. You walked over to the kitchen and rubbed a hand on the arch of his back, feeling him shiver, standing behind him and giving his a tight hug around his waist. He took a deep breathe and tried to focus on the dishes. You trailed kisses from the nape of his neck up to his ear lobe, where he was most sensitive.

Kyle whimpered and gripped the edge of the sink when you started biting it. " Careful with that mug there, Garrick. It my favorite. You wouldn't wanna break it now, would you? " You asked, looking over his shoulder to the way he was shaking in your grip. " No, Sir. " He whispered, putting both of his hands into the sink to continue washing. " Say what. If you finish up here I'll reward you, okay, Angel? " You mumbled into his neck, peeking into the sink. There was barely any dishes left. It wouldn't be along time here teasing him.

Kyle nodded, continuing to lather the dishes in soap then rinse them in water. You moved the front of his shirt up to rub at his stomach, feeling his happy trail and biting his neck. He started squirming in your grip, His hands moving quicker to get the dishes done. He put the last bowl into the rack and turned around to face you with puppy dog eyes.

" You done, Angel? " You asked, touching the marks you'd left on his neck. " Yes, Sir. " He answered. Looking at you with eagerness flooding his expression. You pulled him into a kiss and gripped at his hips and moved him to the side of the sink and removing your lips from him before bending him over with his face shoved into the cold dark granite.

Kyle whimpered, wiggling his hips to try to tell you what he wanted. " Whats wrong? If you want something then say it. " You whispered, pressing your chest to his back as you whispered in his ear. " Can you please just do it.. " He begged.

" Do what? Speak up, beautiful. "

" Just fuck me, Dammit! " He snapped, looking over his shoulder impatiently.

" Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard was it now? " You praised, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his knees. Kyle shivered at the cool air hitting his exposed skin. " Don't you worry, pretty boy. We'll get you warmed up in abit. " You reassured him, rubbing at his lower back and opening a drawer next to his which contained lube.

Kyle looked at you in surprise. " Since when did we have lube there? " He asked, shuddering as you pored lube on his ass and brought a finger up to probe at his hole. " Been wanting to fuck you while you did the dishes for awhile now. Kept it there just incase. " You told him, pushing a finger in. He gasped out and put his forehead on the counter. " I stretched myself out this morning. Just stick it in already. " He whimpered, his cock dripping with precum.

" Stretched yourself out already? What, you were hoping to get fucked today? " You teased, pulling your fingers and pulled your dick up to align it with his hole. Kyle whimpered and nodded hazily, pushing his hips back in hopes of getting you inside him already. You gripped onto his hips and squeezed. " Be patient, Garrick. " You ordered, finally sliding in your dick inside inch by inch. Kyle gasped, stretching his arms to grip at anything you had left on the counter. The stretch burning slightly despite his prep in the morning.

You bottomed out and moved one of your hands up to hold his own hand while kissing his neck. " Tell me when I can move, Gorgeous. " You told him, using your other hand to rub at his waist. He ground his hips backwards.

" You can move now.. " He mumbled.

You moved your hands down to his hips and started pushing your hips in and out. Kyle was letting out high pitched moans, something you wouldn't expect from his normal voice. He brought a forearm upto his mouth and bit into it to muffle his moans. " Don't muffle 'em. They're so pretty, like you. " You cooed at him, angling your thrusts to try to get to his prostate. A particular thrust made him cry out, his knees buckling.

" Fuck! Right there! " He sobbed, tears prickling at his eyes. He moved his hips back in time with your thrusts, resting his head sideways on the counter with his eyes rolling back. " Such a good little whore, so perfectly molded for me. You were made for my cock, weren't you, Angel? " You prompted, not getting a response other than his frantic nodding. " Yeah, so- Fuck! So good- " He whimpered. " I'm so close, please. Go faster. " He begged, crying out when your hips came to a stop.

" Why'd you stop? " He exclaimed, his cock dripping. " Can't have our fun ending so quickly, can it? " You teased, leaning down to kiss at his back muscles. Kyle whined as he felt the high of his upcoming orgasm disappear. You shoved your hips inside of him again and set a pace. He gasped out, whispering thanks you's and praise under his breathe. " Wait fuck, I'm close again.. " He mewled, his thighs shaking.

Doing the exact opposite, you set your rhythm quicker, pushing your hips deeper inside of him. " Im boutta cum! Don't stop, please! " He begged, wailing as his cock twitched You fucked him through his orgasm, but to his surprise, not stopping when he was finished. " Wait- Oh fuck.. What're you doing? " He whined, his body shaking. " You told me not to stop, Angel. Just following orders. " You replied. Chasing your own upcoming orgasm. Kyles walls twitched around you, overstimulation taking over his senses as he just took it while whimpering and moaning.

You grabbed a handful of Kyles curls, bringing his head back to lock your lips together. He moaned into your mouth, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and ground into your dick harder while squeezing around you. " Oh shit. Kyle 'm not gonna last longer if you do that. " You mumbled, removing your lips from his for a moment. He just hummed into your mouth, continuing his acts until he felt your cock twitching inside of him.

You pushed Kyles head down into the counter again and leaned in to kiss his neck, biting down on his nape to muffle the moans of your upcoming high. You cried out, feeling yourself unravel inside of Kyle, taking deep breathes to calm yourself. You panted next to his ear, trying to process what had happened.

" Round two? " Kyle prompted, his eyes bright with anticipation.

And how could you say no to him?

#kyle gaz garrick x male reader #Kyle garrick #call of duty x male reader #call of duty #gaz x you #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x male reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod x male reader #x male reader #male reader #cupids chokehold #cod x reader #Kyle Garrick x Reader #Keeganbrainmush

592 notes · View notes

femoso-seben · 7 months

Text

Task Force 141 x Genz Gn Reader

Stupid idea I'm gonna call the series: Madness from Another Dimension (MAD)

TW: Mention of death

It was an accident. Honest to god a full-on accident. One minute you are walking the next fall from the sky. You hit the ground kinda hard and look around. A few people stared at you nearly as shocked as you. You were instantly grabbed and dragged into a building.

You looked around and immediately began to smile uncontrollably. Price was standing right in front of you and so was Soap. Your heart begins to accelerate with joy.

“Who the fuck are you?” They ask aggressively. “How did you get here?” You stare at them, and a nagging question hits you like a truck you had to know.

“Shepard is he Bold or has a mustache?” You yell frantically. He stared at you dumbfoundedly.

“Answer—”

“ANSWER ME! BOLD OR MUSTACHE??”

“Bold.”

“Is Gaz’s black?”

“How do you know him!” Price points his gun at you.

“IS HE?”

“Yes!”

“OH THANK GOD!” You shout collapsing onto your knees and laying on the ground your anxiety settling. “He’s bold this is fantastic!” You cheer.

“What happened if he had a mustache and Gaz wasn’t black?” Soap asked seeing your excitement in a weird light.

“I would have cried!” You state look at him.

“Why would a mustache make you cry?” Soap asked squatting down next to you so confused.

Your mouth falls open— you had so many things to say. Where do you begin? How do you begin? You didn’t want to die! You haven’t seen Ghost in person yet! You had to hear his sexy voice in person!

“Let’s start from the beginning.” You wave your hand around. Price folds his arm waiting.

“I was walking home and fell out of the sky and here I am.”

“Love that’s bullshit.”

“Mofo I locked eyes with a motherfucker, he saw me fall and go out there, he can confirm it!” You yell.

“Two, I think I’m from another dimension.” The two stared at you and then turned to each other.

“Your fucking crazy,” Price snaps grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to a room and shoving you inside. “You are under confinement by the military.”

“Well….” A few hours pass you and where terribly bored Soap took your phone without you even noticing. Your mind races around, how did you even get here?

The door opens and four people step inside. You felt yourself smirking and tried to swallow that smile. You look down, all of them are here. How fun.

“Hello, John Price, Johnny MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, and lastly the famous Ghost— Simon Riley—”

“How do you know our fucking names?” Ghost barks, you feel a shiver run down your spine, and smile uncontrollably again.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Nothing—” you hunch over cackling, you really need to get your nervous laughter under control.

“Tell is!” Price snaps his irritation visible.

“It’s just… your video game characters for me. from my world.”

“You are insane—”

“Kyle you joined the British army in 2014, Ghost joined after 9/11, Soap you met Price in 2014. Am I wrong?” You ask them getting serious, and they look at each other.

“Alright say you are from another world and we are video game characters to you, why does it matter if General Shepard has a mustache or not?” Soap folds his arms still hung up on your lash out.

“Simply I needed to know what timeline I was in.”

“Alright you are crazy,” Price growls storming up to you.

“The game you are part of is called Call of Duty, it’s a point-and-shoot game made for boys and men. It is all about war and the military. There was the original timeline and the reboot, I had to know which one.” Soap touched Price's shoulders and pulled him back. He was probably the best to ask questions.

“Alright, which timeline are we in?” Soap looks down on you, with cold eyes that turn you on.

“The reboot.”

“You preferred the reboot—”

“You all died in the original timeline.” Your words shut them up. They had this look of shock. They turn to each other, maybe you are crazy you seem crazy. They had nothing to say.

“What does this have to do with his mustache—”

“It’s how I associate things in my mind.” Soap slowly nods, a weird association but he got it. He also has particular associations, this was yours.

“One I ask if Gaz was black because in the other timeline he was white?”

“I WAS WHITE?” Gaz yells shock written all over his face. He looked shocked and bewildered. His mouth hung open and he looked pale.

“YOU WERE WHITE AND THAT TURN ME FOR THE LOOP!” You yell back feeling the hype again. “You were also a background character, not really important.”

“You were killed right in front of a helpless Soap.”

“I—”

“Ghost you were shot from point-blank range and your body burned, you were betrayed. I miss you, Roach.” Ghost reached his hand out— he needed clarification.

“Soap dies in your hands Price and you were severely injured. and implied died from it”

“Wait wait wait!” Soap interrupts “Let’s go back to Gaz, I watched him die?”

“Yes.” Soap turns to Gaz who looks back there is shock in their eyes. They seem to share a little moment together.

“You said I was betrayed, who?” Ghost asks next.

“You should sit down,” you comment. This Ghost was less trusting or maybe the same as the old Ghost but it’s best if he sits.

“I’m fine,”

“Ok.” You stand up and look him in the eyes, “You were with a comrade who’s not in this reboot called Roach. He was shot in the chest and you were shot in the head.” You explain calmly.

“By who?” Ghost demands again.

“General Shepard.” The room grew dead quiet. Ghost uncrossed his arms in shock.

“Also in that timeline, I think World War 3 happens.” You casually state.

“You think?” Soap snap.

“I never played the original one, but I remember my brother’s behavior after, he was mourning.”

“What happened to the general after he killed me?” Ghost quietly asked.

“Soap stabbed in in the left eye killing him.” Ghost nods his head, at least his killer died.

“You said Soap dies in my arms, how.”

“Severe blood loss acting getting majorly injured for the 3rd time.”

“Man, that’s…”

“Lame?” You finish Soap’s words he nods and looks a little disappointed.

“Price continues on the mission but at the end, he is implied to be dead. He died smoking a cigar.” Soap and Gaz chuckle and turn to Price.

“Who killed me?” Price asks.

“Russian terrorist.”

“Alright… this timeline who dies.” Soap folds his arms ready to hear the most gut-wrenching stuff.

“None of you died.” Soap let out a long sigh and turned to the others with a smile. Gaz nods his head in a sigh of relief. “But that shouldn’t make you too happy don’t get careless.”

“How do we believe you?” Price finally spoke up. You look around, At the start of the game, all of them have known each other for a long.

“I know you found American missiles with a terrorist group.” The air turns hostile, how do you know this?.”

“Your next stop is Amsterdam… say hi to Alejandro for me.” You smile and sit back down leaning back with a smile.

“If you know the future, tell us!”

“Go to Amsterdam I don’t remember the cartel but the next place after Amsterdam is Mexico. I’m telling the truth if you don’t believe me go. I can't give you all the information I don’t remember but I can tell you the major plot points. Come back when you're done.”

They turn back to you before leaving. As the door closes you collapse onto the bed and begin to giggle, you’re living the high life. Hot military men all around you. Ghost even talked to you that’s all that matters. They will be back, of course, they come back. They need to know more and you can enlighten them.

---------

1.2K

#cod x reader #call of duty #141 #simon ghost riley #captain price #cod #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #crack fic #stupid idea #shitpost

166 notes · View notes

lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

Note

I heard British!Reader headcanons are welcome so I am coming out of the shadows to ask how it would go with Natasha actually finding reader’s accent pretty hot and alluring and the red head becomes a stuttering whipped mess 🥰

Okay, okay, SO-

You're a new transfer into S.H.I.E.L.D. and you're also the type of person to silently evaluate your surroundings when you first get to a new place (which was one of the reasons S.H.I.E.L.D. had their eye on you in the first place).

So, you're in a meeting with a couple of the Avengers and other agents, just shadowing them so get used to everything before your own missions and stuff. In the very back of the room, with your arms folded across your chest, just watching.

It was at the end of the meeting when Hill, spoke over to you from the front of the room, noticing your curious expression, and asked, "Anything you would like to input, Agent Y/L/N? Anything you would do differently over the pond?"

People were getting ready to leave at that point, standing from their seats, and gathering any paperwork in front of them, only to turn and stare at you.

One of those being the famous Black Widow.

Pushing up off of the wall, you strode forward so that you were standing just beside the redhead, studding the board that still had information of the prior mission illuminated upon it.

"Your intel's shit."

"Excuse me?" Hill rose her brows, while Natasha did the same for an entirely different reason.

"The floor plans have clearly been edited and distorted, that's why this Brock guy got away."

"And how would you know that," a dirty blonde, Hawkeye, asked. Eyes squinted at you in suspicion.

"Well, when you look at the corridor from the bedroom to the livingroom, there's-"

Your intelligence on these things impressed Natasha, they really did. But she would never admit the thing that really captured her attention was the way you spoke. Voice, accent, everything.

After you had explained how he could have gotten away through a hidden room somewhere, you finally gave attention to the redhead watching you intently.

"You alright there, love?" you asked quietly, a smirk lightly pulling at the corner of your lips as you watched a deep blush flourish across her cheeks, turning away from your attention.

You were the only one smiling in the room at the Black Widows flustered state, while the rest were gobsmacked at seeing the normally stoic woman showing such clear emotion.

Maybe transferring to S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be so average after all.

#anon #ask me some things #i answer some things #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #british!reader #marvel #MCU

419 notes · View notes

jjkamochoso · 2 months

Text

I’ll (TV) Show You How Much I Care

Teen!Nanami x gn!reader

Fluff

Request for @patpatspatz : Young Nanami and reader watch a tv show together!

Warnings: none

You anxiously tapped your pencil against your chin as you watched the clock tick slow as molasses. You couldn’t wait until class was out of session. You and your boyfriend Kento Nanami were having a cozy night in tonight and you were beyond excited. It had been awhile since the two of you were able to spend quality time together so you wanted to do it right. You knew your plans were simple, cuddling while watching your favorite show, but you still needed to tidy up your dorm and go to the store to get snacks. When your teacher finally excused the class, you gathered your things quickly, wanting to waste no time. In your haste, you sent your calculator flying across your desk and began its descent to the floor. It probably would’ve broken on contact if not for the large hand that appeared out of thin air and grabbed it before it touched the ground.

“For you,” said your blonde savior, handing it back to you. You giggled a bit. Nanami was always so serious, even in matters of classroom mishaps. That was one of the reasons you were drawn to him, though. His mature personality was a rarity amongst high schoolers and you considered yourself lucky that someone like him wanted to be with you.

“Thank you Kento. I was thinking you could come over tonight at like 8:30? I was hoping to have you earlier but I still have to get food and clean my dorm.”

“I’ll get the snacks and you clean. Then I can see you sooner.”

You blushed at his words, happy that he was just as excited to hang out with you as you were with him. You nodded in agreement and you two went separate ways to get ready for date night.

A few hours later, both you and your dorm were freshly cleaned. Nanami had texted you that he was on his way over to your room with the food and you were giddy, getting your big fluffy blankets ready for snuggling. He finally knocked on your door and you helped him with the food he brought, laying it out on the table near your couch. When everything was organized, you finally gave him a proper hello with a long, passionate kiss. You had your arms wrapped around his neck while he rested his hands on your waist. Both of you had been waiting for this time alone and now that it was finally here, you were going to make the most of it. When you finally parted from the kiss, both panting slightly, you both wore warm smiles.

“Alright. Grab some snackies and let’s watch our show!” you exclaimed, getting a handful of packaged food and drinks and getting lost under the blankets. Nanami watched your antics with a shake of his head. He loved how you were sillier than he was because you taught him how to relax and have fun in moments like these. He selected a few less snacks and drinks than you did (it would be rude to grab an armful in someone else’s residence) and sat down next to you, careful not to land on your body or food items.

“Whatcha in the mood to watch?” you asked, remote in hand. Quite honestly, he wasn’t sure. He would be content staring at you all night if he could. However, he recognized that would be an inadequate answer to your question.

“I’m not sure. Maybe a… cooking show?”

Your eyes lit up.

“Yes! I love those! Do you want an intense one or more relaxed?”

“Relaxed please.”

“I know just the one,” you said, turning on The Great British Bake Off. Soon the dark room you were in was filled with the bright colors of delicious United Kingdom desserts. Even as the first bake of the show was done and he was throughly enjoying his time with you, he was still a bit rigid with his mannerisms—he was sitting up politely and had the blanket resting only up to his thighs. He wanted nothing more than to get as close to you as possible but he was still new to all this relationship and touchy feely stuff. Luckily, you weren’t afraid to initiate physical contact. You wanted to get as close to Nanami as physically possible—like the you-two-were-merged-as-one kind of close.

“C’mon over,” you said, patting the empty space next to your leg. Nanami hesitated a bit, but did what he was told. He was still too far from you for your liking, though.

“Kento. You can come closer. It’s okay, I don’t bite,” you said, laughing. “Unless that’s something you’re into.” You gave him a cheesy wink, making him turn his face away from you for a moment to gather his now frazzled thoughts.

“I don’t know why you say things like that,” he mumbled while you continued to laugh. You liked to get a rise out of him, he was cute when he was flustered. When you both settled down once more, you decided to make your move. You tapped him on the arm.

“Up.”

He obliged, interested to see what you were going to do with his lifted arm. You rested your blanket clad body against his chest and brought his arm back down around your shoulder.

“Is this okay?” you questioned and he answered with an immediate “yes.” He never knew he could feel so wanted, so loved, by partaking in something so simple.

“Good,” you whispered, eyes going back to the tv. Nanami cleared his throat nervously and got lost in the show as well. By the end of the show’s second bake, Nanami surprised you in two ways—one, he was able to relax with your touch instead of tensing up, and two, he was extremely judgmental when it came to cooking competitions. When an unfortunate looking cake came on screen, he audibly scoffed.

“I can’t believe he would send that up to be judged. What an embarrassment.”

“Oh? You could do better?” you mused.

“Actually, I believe I could,” he said, smugness all over his face.

“I’ll hold you to that, Nanami Kento. I think this weekend you’re going to make me the best Prinzregententorte this world has ever tasted.”

“I’ll be honored to make you such a dessert, but I can assure you, it won’t be any sweeter than you are.”

“Kento!” you said, playfully swatting his chest, “You’ve been holding out on me. You have serious game!” You both got lost in laughter once more. Nanami didn’t think he had “game” or “charisma” or anything of the sort; he just spoke the truth. There was nothing in this world sweeter than you, his partner, and you deserved to know that. After more snacks were devoured, drinks finished, and contestants eliminated, Nanami noticed you were uncharacteristically quiet. You had fallen asleep! He broke out into a smile, grateful that you were comfortable enough around him (and on him!) to be in such a restful state. He leaned over to press the power button on the remote, careful not to disturb you. Since he would literally rather die than wake you up, he knew he should try to fall asleep too. The last thing he did that night before sleeping was kiss the top of your head.

“I love you y/n,” he said, his words as quiet as your soft snores.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento fluff #nanami x you #nanami kento #kento nanami x reader #nanami x reader fluff

58 notes · View notes

ilexdiapason · 8 months

Text

(part one here) (part two here)

Oli leaves Martyn with his laptop in the living room while he brews the pair of them a cup of tea each in the kitchen. When asked whether he’d like milk and/or sugar, Martyn hesitated for way too long before saying he’d just like to have the same thing Oli was having. So, two teas with milk and three sugars it is. Let it never be said Oli breaks British stereotypes.

When Oli brings the tray back through with the teas, Martyn is still glued to the laptop, looking fairly shellshocked. “What’s that look for? You found anything?”

“No, just… thought I’d go find some of the YouTubers I was subscribed to, see what I missed. Didn’t realise Minecraft had come back in such a big way.”

Oli chuckles and takes a seat. “Yeah - I mean, it was a lot of us playing on Rats, did you never wonder?”

He looks up at Oli, raised eyebrows under that headband of his. “That was Minecraft?”

And…

Yeah, no, Oli’s not even gonna try and broach the implications of that question.

“Tea,” he says instead, gesturing to the tray on the coffee table between them.

Martyn sets the laptop down to the side and picks up a mug (Don’t Talk To Me Until I’ve Eaten This Mug, a personal favourite of Oli’s). He cups it gently, as though he’s not used to the heat - and maybe he isn’t. “Never used to drink tea,” he comments, “though mainly that’s cause my mum wouldn’t let me put the sugars in when I was twelve, and I pretty much swore it off out of spite after that.”

“Well, it’s not for everyone.”

He sips at it anyway - flinches away from the surface, from the burn, most likely. “Nothing wrong with it,” he reassures once it’s safely back on the tray, “just needs a few minutes to chill.”

“If you wanted ice tea, you could’ve just said so,” Oli quips.

��No, it’s - it’s good! I like the…” His hands flail aimlessly, gesturing at a meaning Oli finds himself entirely incapable of grasping. “I promise.”

“Alright.”

They sit in quiet for a few minutes after that, Oli drinking from his own cup and watching the laptop for any correspondence from his coworkers. He’s got some code that needs correcting, which a supervisor sent over, but he doesn’t think his brain is gonna be switching gears from this situation back to C# any time soon.

Eventually, Martyn picks the cup back up and tries again. This time he seems to be able to get a good mouthful of tea down, and another few teaspoons’ worth down his face and on his shirt. “Oh - are you alr- do you need some kitchen roll?”

“Uh,” says Martyn, eloquently. “Probably.”

So it is kitchen roll that he fetches, and it is kitchen roll that Martyn uses to attempt to dab his new tea stains out of his shirt. It’s also at this point that Oli notices something unusual. “Is your arm okay?”

“Hmm?”

“That looks like scarring, right? I mean, I assume it was a while ago, but -”

“Yeah, no, yeah, that’s old. Told you, didn’t I? Cats are vicious.”

He’s grinning, but Oli doesn’t exactly want to take a joke from the old Minecraft server as the only explanation. “Seriously. It’s not more stuff to do with this missing person situation, is it?”

The grin drops. Now, Martyn looks more resigned than anything. “Yeah. Wasn’t, like, torture or anything. I just got a bit banged up. You know how it gets.”

“Erm - well, I don’t, actually.” He’s never got a bit banged up in a way that left him with lasting scarring all down his limbs. “So now would be a great time to get some more explanation, if you have one.”

“I don’t,” says Martyn, quick as anything.

“So, what, I just send you home, and things go back to normal, except you’re in the Discord now?”

He studies Oli. There’s something really cold in there, a light that went out a long time ago. It’s clear that going back to normal isn’t really on the cards for Martyn, that even if this missing situation is all neatly resolved, it’s left him a different person from the one that his family know.

(But again - how do the video games square with all of this?)

When Martyn speaks, eventually, it’s not to answer the question. “Oh, fuck, Doc.”

“... Doc?”

“He’s - it’s this guy I knew, back home, he’s - god damn it, he still lives there, if I - fuck, fuck, I can’t go home, I can’t.”

This sudden switch from broken bleakness to a high-emotion panic is one that Oli neither anticipates nor knows how to respond to. “Hey - slow down, Marty, give it a minute,” he says, hoping that by delaying Martyn he can give himself more time to think about how to help with whatever the problem is.

“Fuck,” and is Martyn starting to cry? “I can’t go back, not if he’s gonna hear about it, and he will, I’m gonna be on the fucking news for how long I was in there, fucking -”

“Martyn,” Oli says, loud and authoritative enough to cut off his catastrophising. (Well, the concern might be entirely validated; Oli doesn’t know who this Doc guy is, after all. Still, he didn’t get that Psychology degree for nothing, and he’ll use the buzzwords if he wants to use the damn buzzwords.) “It’s okay. You’re not home, not right now. Nobody knows where you are, not this guy, not even your mum yet. Which would probably be a terrifying thing to say in any other case, but I’m guessing it’s not as bad for you.”

Martyn nods mutely, tears on his cheeks.

“So - alright, and you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want, that’s fine, but I’m just asking - who is that? To you?”

“He’s, uh.” Martyn’s voice cracks, wet and directionless. “He’s just a guy I know. Used to fix my consoles up for me, upgrade ‘em. Sold me some pretty sweet parts for the PC, too, even had a GPU on hand when the shortage was happening. God, NFTs aren’t still big, are they?”

“No, thank god, that bubble burst a long time ago,” Oli can’t help but smile. “Sounds like he was alright. What was the catch?”

“Um. He… kinda hired me? For something? That was pretty dangerous, but he didn’t have anybody else for the job? And then I realised he was - basically breaking a lot of labour laws, quite recently, did not realise how big of a dickhead he really was until… I don’t know how long it’s been. Anywhere from last night to a few days ago. But if I go home… well, he’s gonna be there, and he’s gonna want that job done, and he’s not gonna care that I’ve quit.”

Oli takes another sip of his tea while he processes all that.

Martyn sits up straight, very suddenly, and announces, “I was not being sex trafficked.”

One choked-on swallow later, which thankfully goes back into the mug for the most part, and Oli is laughing from the shock. “No, no, I didn’t - ack - didn’t even cross my mind, Marty, don’t worry. But that’s… good to know.”

“Yeah,” says Martyn.

“Yeah.”

He picks his own mug back up and, slowly but surely, drains the rest of it. There’s a constant wince in his expression that suggests he doesn’t really like tea, but Oli’s not about to stop him from drinking it if he’s decided to drink it. When he’s done, he clears his throat. “But, uh, yeah. If I go back home, Doc’s gonna catch wind, and he’ll probably find a way to get me right back into the mess I just got out of. And I don’t want that, obviously, so… I’m gonna have to… do something else.”

“I mean,” says Oli, making another probably-stupid decision, “my sofa’s free if you need to crash?”

“No, I should - I’ve gotta make good on my word to Mum, don’t I? Gotta show my face. Just… carefully, and quietly, and not answering to any strange men with retro games playing on their third monitor when they’re not using it.”

“Alright,” he repeats, but it feels more like willingly sending this clearly young adult straight back into the terrible situation from which he’s just escaped than it does bringing him home.

And, seriously, where do the video games fit in?

(part four here)

#ilexworks #itlwlore #reverse isekai au #martyn itlw #oli theorionsound #pirates smp #scurvyblr #vtuber martyn

232 notes · View notes

lansgirly · 3 months

Text

the photographer.

lando norris x fem! reader.

lando falls for the new mclaren media photographer.

fluff / hints of angst / part two maybe??

trigger warnings ; nothing. (:

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

" so! i'd like to introduce to you to our newest social media photographer y/n! " zak said , and the room erupted in sudden cheers and claps , not that she had minded it. " please be kind and treat her like family. " he said , and she gave the papaya crowd a small wave of appreciation. all eyes were on her and she didn't really know how to feel about it. she felt her stomach flip and contort as she looked around at her new co - workers. that sense of anxiety and dread almost ate her alive in that moment.

she scanned the room - the eyes of the unfamiliar strangers on her made her face turn red , she didn't really know what to say. her eyes finally made their way towards something more comfortable - the drivers. she made eye contact with the young rookie piastri first. he gave her an awkward smile , she believed that they were most likely in the same situation. both new to this building - new to these people and cars.

then she found herself staring over at lando , the person she knew about most here. she had kept up with his career for the most part - actually rooting for him. he looked at her like he had known her for years. that was something lando was good at. even if you were a complete stranger - just one conversation with lando would make the awkwardness and tension go away. he talks to everyone like he's known them for years and it works like a charm.

" alright , back to work. " zak speaks and she snaps back into reality. she nods her head and heads straight to her new office. she had already been tasked for the day. simple enough - get used to the place. get to know everyone - including the drivers. she was only going to travel with them for half the year . . not awkward at all. so she did just that. she talked to some staff , she learned the team headquarters inside and out , she was slowly but surely getting comfortable with the place. now came the hard part.

talking to the drivers. how was she to approach this? she ran through a million different scenarios in her mind . . . all leading to some sort of disaster. so she started with oscar , probably the easier one out of the two to talk too. they had a bit in common , being a complete stranger in this building. she found him in one of the many kitchens littered around the large headquarters. they actually got along well , talking about their shared problem and then their shared interest in wanting to solve the problem. it wasn't until they both heard the door swing open - where things got interesting.

" oi osc. " a british accent rang through the kitchen loudly , making the two newcomers flinch. " hey lando. " oscar spoke quietly , definitely a difference between the two. " oi , media girl. hey sorry - didn't catch 'ya name. " he came over , hand reaching out for her. she shook his hand reluctantly. " i'm y/n. " she smiled , trying her best not to internally fan girl like a damn idiot. " ah , got ya. it's nice to meet you. what'cha doing? " he made himself comfortable , jumping up and sitting on one of the kitchen counters. " just trying to get to know everyone. " she chuckled a little bit , shifting a bit , she sill felt uncomfortable.

luckily for her - lando is a professional at reading situations like these , and he decided to try his best to make her feel better. " well i'm an open book. " he laughed a little - and the rest was history. the three of them talked for awhile , getting to know each other quite well. but that was just the beginning.

it started to get interesting a few days later. the season just started and everyone just landed in bahrain to begin the season. it started with glances , she - taking photos of lando discretely while he worked on his race strategy. he'd glance over at her ever so often - smiling that intoxicating and infectious smile every time. then - during a press conference , he caught her laughing at one of his jokes , and he could swear he fell in love.

he started to get closer to her - using any excuse to find her. he made up white lies so he could leave meetings and meet her in hospitality. and over the season he found himself loving her from afar. by mid season - he already had a plan to ask her out. timing couldn't have been worse however , because he wasn't quick enough. the day of - he found her hiding away alone in one of the spare drivers rooms in the paddock.

" hey media girl. " he smiled , finding his place next to her as always. she had this big grin on her face - but something in her eyes told lando that she was uncertain. " hey lando. " she was quieter than usual. " why are you all mopey and sad ? " he tried to lighten the mood up. " i'm not - not really. " she plainly answered , has something changed? he had no idea. " oscar asked me out. " she smiled , but silence filled the room. " oh. " he nodded his head whilst looking down. " that's . . great. " he tried his best to be happy for her. " i - didn't turn him down but I didn't say yes to a date either. " she admitted , that made his head rise just a bit.

" why ? " he sounded more concerned than he meant to be , just that small hint of desperation laced his voice. " i dunno. he's great but . . " she rolled her eyes a little. " i don't know , i just . . . don't. " in truth - she didn't like him in that way , but she didn't want to ruin things between them. " every thing is just so great right now and i don't want to fuck things up. " she slowly started to open up to him. " either way , i think it's against some sort of regulation or something. " maybe it was , maybe it wasn't. lando wasn't quite sure himself.

he didn't really know what to say , he could feel her slipping away from him. maybe this was for the best. maybe she's right - everything is too good right now. maybe a relationship like that would just fuck everything up. " i get the feeling. " he nudged her shoulder just slightly. " falling in love can be a shitty thing. " he chuckled , more or less talking about himself. " i'm not in love with him. i love him - but not like that. " she turns her head to look over at him.

" i don't know who i love like that. do you know? " a rhetorical kind of question from her - but she wasn't expecting an answer from him. " yeah. I know who i love like that. " he curses himself for even speaking like that. " i've known for awhile. " he started to regret his decision , but there's no going back now. " she's everything. funny , kind , attractive . . and a great photographer. " the room fell silent for a moment. she could feel her heart beat out of her chest. she thought it was selfish to believe he was actually talking about her.

" you love her? " she speaks , finally making eye contact with the british man , and she can finally see that he was talking about her. she didn't believe it - but eyes don't lie. " i do. " he smiles , she can't help but smile along with him. he leaned into her slowly , attempting to kiss her . . but she held back. " lando i don't think - "

" fuck regulations. "

their lips met eagerly - and that was the start to something beautiful.

#f1 x reader #lando norris #lando norris x reader #oscar piastri #photography #formula 1 #writing #fluff #angst #fanfiction

76 notes · View notes

gingerjolover · 6 months

Note

Can I ask for a blurb about Naomi calming down their anxious/panicking gf pls 🥺

yes you may sweetheart!

i have two scenarios in my head (if that's alright with you sweet anon)

in person and over the phone

in person, naomi gives me cuddlebug energy okay? like maybe you et home from school or work and you're just having a shit day so you lay facedown on the couch, just sobbing quietly to yourself, the anxiousness creeping up in your throat, the burning spreading across your chest. Naomi comes home chipper as ever, like in a goofball mood, ready to mess with you. "'m home love," they say in a British accent, giggling before stopping and seeing you on the couch, instantly dropping their bags as their face falls into concern. Naomi makes their way to the couch, kneeling down next to you, "Hey baby, hey," just softly rubbing your back, maybe pushing some hair away from your face and ears so they can kiss your temple. "What's wrong, sweet girl?" not knowing if you need space or comfort. Responding is hard, one wrong move and you'll be thrust into a panic attack so your pinky just softly grazes Naomi's before they're scooping you up, laying down on the couch, making you lie on top of them. Naomi's hand runs up and down the expanse of your back, lips pressed to your head, giving you small prolonged pecks. "wanna talk about it?" naomi whispers, their heartbeat against your ear as you shake your head, more tears falling. "'s okay, I'm here," just cooing at you, their hand pressing you firmly to their chest, other hand massaging the small of your back, trying to ground you so you don't start hyperventilating again. Maybe you fall asleep there, Naomi holding you to their body so you can rest securely, protecting you from yourself and anxious mind.

over the phone, i have this exact scenario where naomi is on tour and you've been doing okay up until today where you're just panicking, like on the ground, phone to your ear, no real reason behind the forest fire in your chest, your muscles tense and burning, your nails digging into your leg or hand so you can feel something. and naomi is not answering like at all. zero responses. this of course makes you panic further, your mind running all of the scenarios in which they are hurt or ignoring you or... and finally you call katie or jo.

if you called jo i think theyd lowkey panic lol, like you'd be crying, words jumbled being like "need naomi, please" and jo would be frantic if they were in the greenroom and naomi was somewhere in the venue, scrambling around out of breath by the time they get to naomi. there's no warning for your poor partner, just a wide-eyed panicked jo shoving their phone at naomi yelling "here!"

if you called katie i think she would try and talk you down, scrambling to find naomi but definitely more graceful than josette. "I'm looking for them pretty girl just hang on," because katie knows you need comfort (and in my hc she def gives off protective bff mom friend vibes to jo and naomi's girlfriends). When Katie finally finds Naomi, they similarly to Jo thrust their phone at them, giving them a look.

"Hello?" Naomi says confused because this isnt their phone and who could it possibly b- "I'm sorry I just--I need you right now and I..." is all Naomi needs to hear before putting their equipment down and rushing off stage, hand to their other ear. "What's wrong baby?" before you just spill everything that you're feeling, panic rising in Naomi's chest at the pain in your voice. "I need you to breathe baby, can you do that, tell me something you can see..." and they start working through exercises to calm you down. When you're finally breathing normal, voice thick with emotion, Naomi lets out a sigh of relief before asking, "Should I come home? I can come home, I'll-I'll get Franki to look at flights right now," before you have to calm down your partner, apologizing for interrupting soundcheck when they passionately call you out, "Dont do that, don't say sorry... I'm sorry I'm not there... you call me whenever you need me, its what I'm here for."

#anon cutie #naomi mcpherson x reader #naomi mcpherson #i...love them #muna x reader #muna blurbs #muna fics #muna

89 notes · View notes

ghouljams · 24 days

Note

I know you said that Gaz wouldn't find out about him being Bug's baby daddy (thus this is a non-canon question), but how do you think he'd react if he found out? Randomly, one day, Birdie does or says something that reminds him of that night, and he just thinks about it.

I just keep picturing him standing there, like he can't believe this precious boy came from a whim between his mother and himself. Like Bug is the best miracle for him to have received, even accidentally, because he now has family that he adores.

Of course, as it's your Cowboy AU, I also think Soap and Goose take the piss out of him when the news breaks.

I hope you have a lovely day.

While I think Gaz would be overjoyed to learn that Bug was biologically his son, I think he'd have very complicated feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand he was young and stupid when he hooked up with Birdie, she told him what she wanted and he was fine just being a sperm donor. On the other hand... he has a kid. He has a baby that he never knew about, that he forgot about, that he wasn't there for and never would have been there for if he hadn't by complete chance met Birdie again. It's almost cruel to think about. There's a tinge of resentment towards Bridie as well, that she would do this to him, have his baby and then never follow up about it. And he KNOWS that he agreed to that, he knows, but he can't help it.

Here is this perfect, wonderful child, his whole world, and he never would have known them. Honestly he can't believe it. When it happened, when he was told "You give me a baby and I won't expect anything from you or call you ever" it all seemed so nebulous. It wasn't a real person that he'd be bringing into the world, babies were an abstract thing that other people had. Now he can see Bug, he can pick them up and feel their weight and warmth. Bug is a real tangible thing that he helped create. How could he ever be alright with abandoning them?

There's some resentment for himself as well. Resentment that he was more focused on the sex than the actual thing it was leading towards, that he never looked Birdie up or tried to find her. She was just some American girl with a pretty accent, he didn't think she'd actually get pregnant. It was one night.

He gets a paternity test, but he already knows. As soon as Birdie drops that Bug is the kid of some random british special airforce guy she met on vacation he knows. Maybe he asks a few follow ups, when was this? Where was she staying? Did they go back to his place or her hotel? But he knows. He feels his stomach drop and he just knows, that's his kid. He bounces Bug in his lap and he can't help feeling like he should've known all alone, like Birdie shouldn't have kept his child from him, like he should have looked for her, like he should have been there, like he never should have hooked up with her, like he isn't ready for this level of responsibility(as if he hasn't already adopted the kid).

It's a lot. Soap is sympathetic. Goose won't look at him for a while. Ghost is the only one who claps a hand on his shoulder and tells him better late than never, leaving to clean the stables immediately after. After the whole thing settles properly there's a lot of gentle ribbing. Bug looks a lot like their momma, but those are Gaz's eyes and smile for sure.

#ghoul speaks #kyle gaz garrick #x oc #cod x oc #oc: birdie #cowboy au

49 notes · View notes

goodday-goodmorn · 5 months

Text

Not used to posting things so fast- But the brain worms have infected me and @auspicioustidings concepts give me life. Once again- another from them, i felt contractually obligated to write this because my auntie is in Vegas for her birthday right now.

The concept in question

Not the after effects of waking up- but rather the proposal itself. This one’s short cause i pumped it out real quick. Just a little dabble.

————————

Ah Vegas. City of love. Wait no that was Paris- city of… sin? Well that sounded too much like a trashy YA romance novel for your tastes so- Vegas, City of…

Vegas: City!

God maybe you should lay off the M and M’s. Lavender and Bright cyan blue little things from the M and M factory are making you really taste the rainbow. Shit that was skittles catchphrase wasn’t it? Actually- did M and M’s even have a catchphrase other than the sexy brown M and M? Though that was less a phrase more a person. Er- candy. Chocolate.

Pah! You should have never gone to the M and M factory. Stupid little chocolate candy is making you think far more than you can handle right now.

Seriously it’s messing with your head. You’d better get rid of them.

You throw your M and M factory bag onto the floor, watching all the candies scatter the pavement in an explosion of color. That's why the pretty colors are so dangerous and not sold in the normal packs. They make people all loopy. Cause there’s no other reason you would be so outta sorts.

Except maybe the daiquiri you’d had. And the Manhattan. And those shots. And whatever that weird drink in a glowing lightbulb was.

Okay maybe it wasn’t the M and M’s.

Which means you just threw them out for nothing oh no! 20 dollars down the drain. And your M and M’s!

You whine mournfully over the loss, sinking to the ground dramatically and cradling one of the cyan shelled candies close.

“Is everything all… right?”

You barely register the voice- British and a bit rugged- before you are drunkenly rambling out-

“No- i thought my M and M’s were evil but they weren’t and i killed them for nothing!” You cry out, the words making you even more emotional, you pathetically sob, holding the cyan candy in your palms to your chest.

“Come back! Liveee please. Papa didn’t mean it i swear, i didn’t know what i was saying- you got me all tongue tied!”

“Hey-“

Oh british man has a very nice voice, so smooth and gentle, more than you were expecting.

“It’s alright love. We can get you some more candies.”

You sniffle.

“R-really?”

He smiles like some sort of teddy bear. Gentle and soft.

“Yes really. Just gotta get you back to wherever you’re stayin at first. It’s dangerous for a pretty girl to be on the street like this.”

You nod sollumly. “For the m and m’s yeah. Hard shells- but thin. Can’t be carrying em’ out in the cold. Poor little fellows can’t stand it.”

“Think you should be worrying about yourself first love.”

He really does look a teddy bear when he smiles. A very warm and cuddly teddy bear. Very warm. And you are oh so cold. Maybe…

“…maybe i’m and M and M.”

You mumble with a little frown, looking away from his oh so pretty eyes to instead stare at the cracked M and M in your hand.

He chuckles, it’s a nice sound.

“Com’re lovely. You’re shiverin.”

He held you up and you cling to him naturally. To your disappointment and utter display he is not as soft as a Teddy bear. Such false advertising. When you burry your head in his chest, while warm and soothing- it is firm with muscle. Hard just like his arms and co-

“Not exactly what i meant by that sweetheart.”

He’s pushing you away! Away from the warmth.

“No, I'm an M and M- gotta be warm or else I'll crack! Do you want me to die?”You whine out trying to stay close but he’s very strong, holding you firmly away from his toned chest.

(And raging boner. Not that you noticed it.)

“I know, I know- here. I’ll give you my coat.”

He wraps you up in his thick but soft coat and you relax immediately, snuggling into the fabric. With your eyes closed you hear the rumble of his chuckle.

“There’s a girl. Nice and warm now?”

You nod, making a drowsy and soft little “Yup.”

“Good. Now come’on. You know where's your hotel at?”

“Huh? We can’t go there! We gotta get more M and M’s first. Silly.”

“Right, course. Silly me.”

You giggle a bit hysterical. He agrees with you so easily, letting you link arms with him and walking you to the M and M factory. He’s so silly. With his cozy coat and koala-esc smile and pretty eyes and rumbly voice and-

“I think m’ in love with you.” You slur out, gazing at him with half lidded eyes.

“Shouldn’t say stuff like that sweetheart. Might give a guy ideas.”

Ah Ideas, you’ve got a lot of ideas. So many fun ones- but mostly one that you blurt out after he gently pushed your hand away when you tried to pay for your new M and M’s.

“I think I wanna kiss you.”

Price pauses as he tugs you outside the shop. Looks down at you, clinging to his arm, wrapped up in his coat; with the sweetest face and clearly wasted out of your mind. Price isn’t a good man. A good man would have called you a cab to get you back to your hotel. Would have asked if you had any friends to get you there. Would have gently told you to go to the stupid M and M factory another time.

He’s not a good man but even Price isn’t fucked up enough to take advantage of a pretty drunk girl. Even if his self control is wilting the more time he spends around the mess that is you.

He shakes his head with a little sigh, leaning down close to you and mumbling.

“S’ not a good idea to kiss strangers love.”

“So then marry me and we won’t be strangers.”

…Self control John. Self control.

“Will you marry me please?”

You plead with the teddy bear man, he’s just so cozy and pretty you can’t help it. You wanna kiss him soooo bad but he’s right you can’t kiss a stranger! But if he was your husband then it would be perfectly acceptable. And you are an ordained minister technically so it all works out!

Price looks at you, your pleading eyes, your softness, you wrapped up in his coat and clinging to his arm. Pretty little thing.

…He deserves to let his self control slip just this once right?

#fanfic #fiction #reader insert #john price #price x reader #cod fanfic #john price x reader #go look at auspicioustiddings they’re cool #once more #Mahairi drables is like my favorite tag to look at #Also cause it’s likely they will see this-#Erm hello!#Again!#Cod #drabble #Should i continue this?#Unsure

61 notes · View notes