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bunny-extract · 1 year

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Y’all I got pregnant just off seeing that man’s bulge. Whose fucking horse,,, and can I borrow him.

[Smut Drabble of König accidentally coming inside of you <3 Enjoy]

König x reader

Tags: Smut, breeding kink, praise kink, loss of control. Consensual abrupt creampies my new fav phrase

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI

You always know when König is close: his strokes become unsteady, his voice cracks, the look of tentative euphoria he has when he first sinks in devolves into a thirsty, splitting need. He’s handsy, that’s for sure, but when he’s about to come it’s like he can’t touch enough of you. He’s squeezing your hips, circling your waist, pawing at your breasts, your lips.

It’s when he starts to get loud that you know he’s there. Fuck, he is loud. Desperately vocalizing against the building pressure of his own need, suffocating on it until he’s high off the asphyxiation. Mixing languages and presenting them backwards, his dirty talk coming at times like mistranslated ad-libs. The clumsily strung pleas and commands catch you off guard, their crudeness making you whine.

It’s erotic, frenzied, and from the angle he’s got you at he knocks your clit and that squishy g-spot simultaneously. You’ve lost count how many orgasms he’s pulled, but you’re sure he hasn’t. Keeps score like he’s got money riding on it.

“That’s it, more—more, you can take it. Feels so good, you feel incredible—”

“Close,” you announce, and he’s lost, muttering too quickly in a mix of his native tongue for you to even hope to decipher it. All you can do is fuck him back, tightening around him as his hips snap into you. Once, twice, and his strokes are slicker, impossibly wetter and—he pulls out suddenly, come splashing right against your clit. That alone almost does you in, but the slurring breath König takes sobers you.

“I am sorry Liebling, I tried to stop it—you felt too good. Please, forgive me, please,” he moans, even as his hips continue to rut against you. You look down to see the hair trailing his navel plastered against his tightened abdomen, fat cock soaked and pearly with the two of you.

Still hard, even after all that he’s spent on you. Inside of you.

You reach down and grip him, angling the plush, wet head to rub right against your clit. His over-sensitive whines spur you on, he felt too good to let go of even as you clenched indecently around nothing. The semen he’d spilled helped make messy but quick work of your clit, and you come while he’s still babbling an apology.

You push the head down, lower and lower until it notches back into place, right inside of you. König’s eyes find yours, mutterings finally silenced.

“Again,” you tell him, but he’s searching, sure that he heard you wrong, even if his body understood. His heavy balls pat against your ass when he raps, “What? But—”

You push your arms over your head in a stretch, your breasts arching up to tease your nipples against the scruff on his chin. You want him to put his mouth back on you. He does too, but the hand that rubs the space below your navel makes his concern clear. You tilt your head at him. “But what? What if it takes?”

And just the words being out in the open has him reeling. His eyes snap back to yours, wide, caught. You meet him with a smile, pressing his hand down lower, firmer until it’s over the bump where his cock bulges from within you. “Isn’t that what you want?”

And it’s deserved, really, when König rips himself out of you just long enough to toss you onto your stomach, hips dug into the bed when he re-enters you in a swift, embarrassingly loud stroke. He pumps you twice before letting his weight sink him lower, deeper into you.

“Fräulein, you have no idea what-I—want.”

The moans that he punches out of you are obscene, and you’re thankful you can smother them in the mattress. König rarely takes you from behind, always wanting to look at you. Was obsessed with your expression, the bounce of your breast, the view of him bulging your stomach, but flat on your front like this his cock kisses the very end of your cunt and threatening to fuck you right to your womb. It’s the deepest he’s ever been, the tip of him feeling like it would reach your throat if he kept pushing it in. Every slap of his hips has your ass shaking in response, and all you can do is let him bludgeon your little cunt, head shaking as he grabbed your shoulder for better leverage. “I’ve worn the shape of my cock into you, Liebling. It feels so good. I can feel your guts when I’m this deep.”

He’s bent over you, one hand gripping the head board hard enough that his tanned knuckles blanch white, the other lifting your face from where you’d burrowed it. You’re drooling, eyes unfocused until you look up and, oh lovely. It’s his black-smudged eyes that meet you, upside down. His face splits in an almost frightening smile. Now he can fuck you stupid and watch.

König meets every moan from you with the slap of his heavy balls to your clit, his head coming down to rest against your shoulder. The briefest prickle of stubble when he leaves open-mouthed kisses across your neck. It has you tightening, fingers twisting around the hand he’s used to prop himself up on. You can feel him smile against your pulse, the only warning before he bites into it.

When he pulls back you can feel his spit warm at your neck, the tender start of a bruise blooming beneath it. He’s snaked his arms around you in a gentle headlock, squeezing once just to laugh and let go. Another time, he promises. You’re buzzing, and that’s before his other hand takes one of yours, guiding it beneath your stomach to frame his cock. It’s hard to wrap your head around how big it is, how it disappears inside of you.

“Play with yourself. I want to feel it,” he urges, puppeteering your fingers with his own to roll your clit. You take over, but his hand stays, ghosting along with you.

“That’s it. I want to see you fat with my child, your little body taken with me. I’ll sow my seed until it’s deep, Liebling. Are you sure you want me to? Tell me that, please.”

You’re cock drunk, absolutely ruined off of this man. Not even sure what you’re sobbing out until it reaches your ears: desperate, pathetic little cries of fill me, fill me, fill me.

His thrusts are sloppy but no less targeted, the head of his cock grinding too perfectly into your squishy g-spot and sending you halfway off the edge. You’re spasming around him, the wet clutch you have around his cock outright crude, and he laughs, muttering almost to himself, “Messy girl, you always make such a mess.”

He’s pulling apart your cheeks, getting his fill of the sight of you speared on his cock.

“How are you still hard,” you whine, aftershocks wracking you. He can feel them, you’re sure.

König slurs against your neck, almost laughing. His hips snap back down into you, and your pussy welcomes him home.

It’s hours and hours later, when you’d been fucked half to sleep, sated and full with König resting inside of him. He’s spent, but the more come that leaks out, the more he has to put back in. When his hips shift, you don’t even stir.

Quietly, he whispers into the outline of his teeth pressed to your shoulder. “Your little quim can take more, Liebling. I’ll fuck you until you are full with a whole litter.”

You won’t tell him you heard that. Maybe you’ll just repeat it to him, instead.

#könig #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig imagine #könig fanfiction #könig smut #könig modern warfare #BunnyWriting #if this man called me a doorknob I’d probably start dripping tho #oh btw requests open <3!

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kaiispost · 1 year

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Mason mount x male reader

Note: Dont be shy request x male reader!!

A/n note: heyhey, so so so so sorry that this took so long to put out depression really got me. Im also went through and still am in intensive trauma care. Take care of your friends!

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mebiselfandi · 1 year

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Title: Mine

Summary: Idek what to say. Leo loves Neymar.

Pairings: Neymar/Lionel Messi, Neymessi

Tags: not fluff, not angst. I don’t know y’all 😭😭

A/N: isn’t it funny how terrible I am at summaries? Incredibly vague. Just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The two love interests on the laptop kissed as the music swelled signaling the end of the movie. Leo turned to Neymar as the younger man let out a loud sigh.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I just wish…” he tapered off. Seemingly having second guessed himself.

“Come on Ney, you can tell me. Promise I won’t make fun of you,” he smiled as Neymar turned to match his gaze, “much,” he added on as he rubbed one of Neymar’s legs that rested in his lap. Leo could feel his heart swell as Neymar let out a short laugh at his teasing. He loved it when Neymar laughed at whatever he had to say.

“Okay fine,” he giggled slightly, “I just wish…I just wish someone would love me,” he mumbled wistfully under his breath as he wrapped his arms tight around himself.

Leo’s hand which had still been rubbing Neymar’s leg stopped it’s movement as suddenly the atmosphere in the room shifted. It no longer held the same lighthearted feeling as before but instead had turned tense at Neymar’s unexpected wish. And before Leo could stop himself, his mouth opened of its own volition and spoke.

“But I love you.”

Neymar looked Leo in the eyes with an unrecognizable expression on his face. Leo couldn’t understand why it was suddenly so hard to breathe. He’d told Neymar he loved him many times before but why did this feel so different. So much more intimate than usual. Maybe it was the lack of the adrenaline rushing through him as he shouted the words into Neymar’s neck after a particularly good shot or assist. Whatever it was, he wished he’d kept his mouth shut. The look on Neymar’s face was a mix of pity and sadness. Why did he have to speak? Minutes of silence felt like hours before finally Neymar broke it.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?” Leo could feel his heart hammering away and he wondered for a few seconds if Neymar felt the same way. If he didn’t, he was sure the other man could feel each beat of it through his fingers.

“I mean…I don’t know,” he looked down at his hands and wrung them around before looking back up at Leo. He quickly removed his legs from Leo’s lap and Leo felt electric pins of panic and regret course through his body as he saw Neymar begin to shift away to the edge of the bed. But the boy just switched off the laptop and set it aside then sat back down right next to Leo facing him with one of his legs folded neatly under him. They were so close, he could feel Neymar’s breath fanning a trail of goosebumps against his neck, “I mean romantically Leo.” He murmured as he laid his head on Leo’s shoulder.

“I could,” he murmured back even quieter as he wrapped his arms around Neymar.

“No you couldn’t,” he sighed, “you’re my best friend Leo.”

He couldn’t understand what that had to do with anything.

“What, is my love not enough for you?” He tried to joke. But it only seemed to make matters even more tense than before.

“Leo…just- please stop,” the younger boy mumbled into his shoulder where he’d now planted his face.

“Okay. I’m sorry,” he muttered as they both sat against the headboard perfectly still. Leo dug his fingers slightly deeper into Neymar’s arm as he spoke again, “you’ll always be my best friend.”

“I know,” he said before Leo could finish his sentence. They both sat a few minutes longer in the uncomfortable silence, “I’m gonna go.”

“Please don’t,” Leo pleaded into Neymar’s ear as he pulled the boy impossibly closer into his side. Until he was half sitting on his lap.

“I have to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Why?” Neymar asked. He sounded almost pained.

“Because…because I love you,” Leo whispered apologetically.

“Stop saying that,” Neymar half-shouted as he finally disengaged himself from Leo’s hold. He set a pair of stormy eyes on Leo, “just stop,” he bit out as he jabbed a finger in Leo’s chest angrily. He couldn’t understand why Leo insisted on teasing him like this, “you know that’s not what I mean.”

“But it’s what I mean,” Leo said under his breath as he looked unsure and uncertain about his words.

“What?” Neymar asked quietly as his anger ebbed out to make room for fear. He was both scared of Leo’s answer and for it. He craved to know what he meant by that but hoped Leo would never speak again.

Leo simply grabbed both his hands, interlacing them with his and pushed him onto his back until he was lying on top of him, “you’ll always be,” Leo stopped mid sentence to press his forehead to Neymar’s and closed his eyes, “mine.” He breathed out.

Just for Neymar to hear.

For: @puddleshorts I hope you like it👉🏾👈🏾

#30 minute fic #neymessi #neymessi fic #lionel messi #leo messi #neymar #neymar jr #not me forgetting to tag who it’s meant for🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️#just pretend y’all didn’t see it #meb writes

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dullweapons · 1 month

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hewwo i might spend today on some writing but my blog feeling messy ! so imma go through & delete old ooc posts & maybe fix up my graphics. but also tiny announcements that will be added to my rules . some not major , some kinda important so i would appreciate it if y’all read this ( i will be properly updating my rules when i can get to my computer ) :

🔻 i have health issues i am going through ( my heart has been having SVT episodes. basically this means my hearts being a bit odd & pumping harder then it needs to be ? i’ve having tests done so hopefully we figure out exactly what happened & what can be done . ) which makes me very tired. sometimes i can’t even get out of bed let alone write — so sometimes i will be MIA without any warning . i’m telling you this so no one thinks I’m ignoring them or anything like that .

🔻due to the anon hate i will be keeping anonymous asks closed for a bit . again, my apologies to those who have side blogs & use anon asks to send things in. simply send it from your main & i’ll put them in a separate thread ! i am also sorry to those who maybe be too shy to approach to ask questions but i truly don’t wish to deal with anon hate over petty things. which brings me to my next point.

🔻if you have any problems with me— may they be with how i responded in a thread , how i spoke ooc, or whatever it may be : please talk to me. i will not bite i promise you this but im gonna be 26 next month & i cannot handle people skirting around issues anymore . i cannot correct problems if i am not informed of them ( or at the very least explain myself ).

if i do turn anon back on — it is not the way to discuss issues with me. i understand you may be shy but hiding does not solve issues ( if i miss tagged something or requesting me to tag something isn’t an issues . i will do it even if anon asks. i’m talking about major issues . ) we’re all adults here trying to have fun.

there are things i won’t change — like i’m not going to put nsfw on a side blog but i will tag it as spicy tw or suggestive tw . ray is will always be auto angry at botw / totk zelda’s . ray will hate hylia by default . ( i’ve had ppl me upset at this, thinking their versions of these muses where better & didn’t deserve his reaction . they tried to push ray to be OOC because they preferred it … they quickly left but im using it as an example of things that could have been corrected with proper communication but they never heard me anyway so 🙄)

🔻to my last point : i understand the person in my DNI has deleted . i will be keeping them in my DNI incase they return as they hinted they might . i was informed by their friend to curate my space & i will continue to do so .

#psa / ooc.#( soooo yeah :D hope that clears things up ?? )#( i gotta take my pills cause im an old man on like 10 different meds )#( /rolls away )

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nightfall-1409 · 1 year

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Squad 30's Cloneshipping Big Bang SP

A take on an alternate Bad Batch era galaxy, myself @nightfall-1409 writing with the amazing @marbled-polecat making art for me, and an a godsend as a beta (I am soso sorry for the period overload). I can’t wait for y’all to see it!!!

@cloneshippingbigbang

and i couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror

Author: Nightfall_1409 @nightfall-1409

Artist: Marbled Polecat @marbled-polecat

rating: M word count: 24k pairings: Fives/Echo, Polybatch, Fives/Tup tags: hurt/comfort, mistaken identity, canon divergence, Fives Lives, Tup Lives, canon-typical violence, falling in love (again), internalized ableism, bad batch season 2 spoilers, order 66 happened differently

summary: As the end of the Clone Wars spirals into what feels like the end of the galaxy, Fives grapples with what he knew and when he learned it. Captain Rex reaches out to his Commando rescuers with a mission: extract the AWOL Commander Cody from Coruscant. After a messy reunion with his former Captain, Fives is forced to work alongside some of the most notorious members of the GAR: the Bad Batch. Though tensions are no doubt running high all around, there is one strange shred of light where things are easier and more familiar than they have any right to be- with Clone Force 99's cyborg ARC Trooper, Echo.

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“Fives?” Echo prompts, rumbling low, definitely in a teasing sort of tone as he draws Fives from his thoughts, and Fives’ heart flutters, even overtaking the old rush of familiar grief, freezing him on the spot.

There’s something in Echo’s eyes, a little fiery, determined, as one side of his lips quirk up, and Fives realizes how close their hands are in that moment, realizes how close they both are, eyes glowing as though lit from within, and that moment is an Echo, of them both as younger men, braver men, Echo suddenly shaped into his Echo the brave and amazing ARC trooper, strategic and amazing and the other half of Fives’ heart and, come back from where he’d run to his death.

Fives almost thinks for a second that Echo’s going to be bold, reach out, put one hand over his own in an echo of a time long past. That this Echo is going to do what his Echo would have, taking his hand and taking him to bed, bright and happy and sure, and full of love and light and—

Echo goes to open his mouth, to speak—

“Echo?” Omega’s voice, small, sleepy, breaks the moment. “Tech’s wondering if you were okay.”

“You’re supposed to be asleep, Megs,” Echo softens, pulling up and out of Fives’ space, making a quick beeline to Omega, the little girl holding a black, red and white tooka doll, of all things, rubbing sleepy eyes. “If Tech wanted to check on me, he could have.”

The silence after the question is telling, and Echo sighs, overly fond, kneeling in front of the girl. “Let’s get to bed then, yeah? Before Hunter’s angry at both of us.” And with tenderness that Fives aches to feel, Echo picks up Omega into his arms, his metal hand against her back, his other hand holding her secure. He takes a moment once he has her set, to glance back at Fives.

There’s something perhaps a little wistful in his expression, unspoken words trapped behind his lips, and the dream ends, the reality set in that this is their Echo, and not his riduur returned from beyond the grave.

And it’s not fair to love someone in the hole that someone else has left, but, but— is it fair to have that hole and see someone that feels like he’s that missing piece, so close and yet so far?

“See you tomorrow, Fives.” He says, quiet, turning and leaving the room, Omega curled up into his shoulder, holding him in a hug, a ghost of him and his Echo curled up in the stormy nights of Kamino.

It’s only after he’s left the room that Fives can stutter out a little, sheepish, goodbye.

#Echo/fives #the bad batch #cloneshipping #polybatch #fanfiction #clone shipping big bang

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pavo-ocxllus · 2 years

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❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… you're on the kiss cam with some of the genshin boys! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… tighnari x gn!reader (ft. collei!), shikonin heizou x reader, gn!cyno x reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… no established relationship, modern!au where anthropomorphic people exist because for some reason i refuse to believe in a reality where tighnari doesn’t have his ears, 2.5k words (seperately, tighnari: 0.8k; heizou: 0.7k, cyno: 1k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… typed in lowercase as a stylistic choice, idk a kiss-cam, heizou is a piece of dook-dook, probably messy writing on cyno’s, also he might be ooc whoops- 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… let's hope this actually shows up in the tags this time take two lol (also i’m super sorry abt neglecting event asks!! i can’t promise i’ll get to them asap, but i’ll try to get them done!!) ALSO, incredibly off topic—y’all don’t know how happy i am for cyno’s va (alejandro saab)!! i’ve been following him ever since his mystreet and yandere simulator days so it's great to see him get such a role!

𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚.

TIGHNARI definitely expected collei to be so excited during a sports event.

"wow... it's so crowded here!" she exclaimed, excitedly shaking her head in one direction after another. simply hearing her voice was enough to sense the golden sparkles hovering inside of her amethyst-colored eyes. truth be told, she wasn't used to being in the same vicinity as so many people. though eleazar was not contagious, it was always a concern for tighnari that collei wouldn't be getting proper rest or enough medicine to last for the duration of a game.

however, the archons sent an angel from above for collei in the form of you, who somehow managed to guilt trip the forest watcher into bringing her to the sports stadium nearby so she could be a quote-unquote "normal teenager," even going as far as to invite him along with you two.

he certainly did his best to refrain from acting too overbearing, and he succeeded—at least verbally.

spotting him checking collei's bag yet again after five minutes to see if she still has enough of her prescription, you quickly swatted his hand away, causing a small yelp of pain to escape from tighnari's mouth. if collei wasn't so busy 'oohing' and 'ahhing' she'd probably attempt to stifle a laugh.

"you really have to relax, 'nari," he scoffs at the nickname, but it secretly makes his heart skip a beat. "see, collei here as every reason to be anxious, however..."

you jabbed a finger at his chest, smirking. "you don't."

slightly confused to see you settle back into your seat after your gesture, he sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms and legs. "what, is it illegal to care about collei now?"

you frowned a bit at his retort. "no... but now that you're here, you'll might as well enjoy yourself, right? she definitely is."

tighnari looked to his left, where collei was animatedly joining the cheering spectators. it was obvious she had no clue what was going on much less know what team to root for, but seeing her being completely fine made him physically relax.

it seems as though he made himself so comfortable that he didn't even clock the sudden placement of a gentle, warm weight on top of his hand.

"c'mon~ please? for me?"

tighnari liked to think he was better than this petty form of persuasion. when it came to you though, it seems to be a different case. shaking his head, he nodded before you lifted your hand from his (an unexpected chill ran through his arm after that), clasping your hands together in glee.

it would've been a sweet moment, him staring into your eyes while you did the same in return for a few seconds, if it weren't for the blaring buzzing sound filling the stadium, ruining it all.

"oh, that must be half-time!" you exclaimed, shooting upwards from your spot, being sure to take your belongings with you so they would slip off from those foldable chairs. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick-"

"[name], master, look!!" collei was quick to interrupt your sentence. usually, tighnari would scold the girl for cutting into people's sentences, but seeing as she was pointing rather aggressively, he believed it was worth looking into. or in this case, up.

and there were him and you—front and center of the jumbo screen attached to the vaulted, steel ceiling above with a plethora of digital hearts and kiss stains floating everywhere. he didn't even need to read the bold letters spelling out 'KISS-CAM" to figure out what was going on.

just his luck, right? he got what he wanted—to stare into those big, colored eyes of yours—but unfortunately not in the way he would've preferred. glancing back at you, he was met with unabashed shock not towards him, but to the screen above.

tighnari knew how these little games they played during intermissions work. try to ignore it, and they'll move on with someone else only to come right back at the two of you, similar to the physics of collei's boomerang. it's best that they get this over with before further public humiliation ensues, after all.

slowly, he leaned in to press his lips against your cheek for a second or two before pulling back. takes the least amount of time and best of all, is the least awkward. a win-win, right?

well, as fate would have it, you seemed to notice just in time, jolting your head towards tighnari so fast he didn't have time to register something soft grazing over his lips.

wait... what?

he was quick to pull away, completely aghast at the sudden feeling, you mirroring the exact same emotions. he was too focused at everything going inside of him that it took him a while to snap out of his shocked state, darting his multi-colored eyes away from you and looking into the peripheral of his vision to find that the kiss cam has moved on to some other unsuspecting people that were actually romantically involved with each other.

tighnari glanced upon you once more, only to find you still stubbornly standing there—looking like you just wanted to sink in the floor right now. for some reason, he could only muster up a slight smile tugging upon his lips.

“the bathroom...?”

“oh, right!”

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫.

as much as you enjoyed HEIZOU’S company, you really, really hate sitting next to him right now.

“pfft- hey [name], look-” he barely managed to carry out his sentence before combusting into laughter, shoving his phone into your face to show off the latest unappealing, oddly good-quality photo he took of one of the players tens of feet below them zoomed in, most likely a face they made during a collision or accident of some sort. it was quite strange, yet fascinating, how he managed to take some of these pictures spot on but somehow always makes them blurry when you convince him to take a cute one of you.

“not now, heizou!!” you groaned, trying your best to the device away from your view (much to your dismay, he has a stubbornly, sturdy arm strength), eventually settling on attempting to peek away from the screen (unfortunately, he was just as swift as he was strong. isn’t there anything he isn’t good at?!)

though it was barely 30 minutes into the game, the atmosphere was quite tense as the crowd of viewers (with the exception of heizou) excitedly watched in bated breath as players perform at their best, or at least near it. really, even if you weren’t a fan of the sport, you can see why everybody was so invested in it, both emotionally and financially. as they zoomed pass, in the midst of the cheers and the heat of sweaty athletes hard at work, it couldn’t help but add further on to the atmosphere.

at the sight of your intrigued facial expression, he couldn’t help but soften his face, letting a brief moment of... honestly, he didn’t even know what wash over him. weakness? relaxation? who cares? he certainly didn’t.

his outstretched arm bended at his elbow, while the grip on his phone loosened. the young maroon-haired man didn’t even clock the fact that he repositioned his arm so he could rest his cheek at the palm of his hand—well, the cool glass screen from his cell phone.

almost immediately, he remembered to keep his guard up, quickly shifting into his usual menace of an attitude.

your focus on the game almost managed to let the snap of heizou’s camera go unnoticed. keyword: almost.

“ha, talk about a total nerd,” heizou commented teasingly as he took a picture that you’re absolutely going to complain about later, despite the fact that if anything, he was definitely the ‘nerd’ out of the two of you.

“wha- don’t do that!” you exclaimed, completely disregarding the fact you were going to start a scene and plunging into the detective’s obvious trap.

he only smirked, reaching out his arm to violate some poor person’s personal space just out of your hands, resulting in you placing a hand on his chest to keep yourself up an attempt to retrieve his phone, delving further and further into embarrassing yourself later: which at this point, it doesn’t seem you even care.

lost in his thinly veiled bullying, the two of you didn’t even notice the loud ‘BUZZ’ filling the stadium, and the subsequent camera operators aiming the infamous kiss-cam at the two of you. of course, his renowned intuition already led him to believe this going happen, going as far as to expect you two were going to be the first ones on the gigantic screen above.

“fine, you want my phone so bad, but i want you do to do a little favor for me, yeah?” you quirked your eyebrow in brief confusion, only to be quickly cut off by the detective propping himself up and closed in on your lips. really, to him, it was like everything was setting off at once through the kiss, only to end so abruptly as he pulled away, his green eyes meeting your almost stupefied appearance.

heizou wasn’t the one to overly focus on a single moment in time—it was a habit that a detective had to develop in order to watch the big picture. however, he couldn’t help but try to justify it in his mind; making a whole other picture. it felt like the burst of fireworks illuminating in the dark sky, shining brighter than the stars. in reality, the “fireworks” were just the people around them erupting in whistles and screams, yet it didn’t make it feel any less magical.

eventually, he pulled away, viridescent eyes gazing upon your reaction, only smirking as he tossed his phone at you like it was nothing, completely disregarding the red pinching his cheeks. he was a man of his word, after all.

𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐬.

this was one of the most idiotic activities CYNO had the pleasure of participating in, not that it was reflected in his rather crossed expression and his current thoughts at the moment.

“one more! one more!” you repeated as the silver-haired man rolled his vermillion eyes, shaking his head. for a few seconds, he glanced down upon the arena below looking at the players dashing all over the place. it was as if you’d blink, they’ll be doing something completely different all of a sudden. really, he wasn’t the one for sports, but even he can acknowledge the event was significantly more interesting than whatever the hell you wanted to do.

not even bothering to do anything else to display his annoyance, he fetched a piece of crackerjack in your direction. apparently, his attention wasn’t so detached from your frivolous games that he watched as it successfully made it into your mouth with a bit of shifting around on your part. nevertheless, even after exerting so much effort in a rather easy toss (at least, in his point of view), you still cheered in victory, even though the section the two of you were seated in wasn’t particularly rowdy.

somewhat surprised that you didn’t show any embarrassment as any usual person would after the sudden outburst, he observed as you sat down back in your seat, finally not obstructing the view from the poor spectators behind the both of you (well, with cyno’s hat, it wasn’t like he was better).

“are you done?” he inquired. though this was simply an innocent question, some of the people encompassing the two of you looked as though a chill ran down their spines just how vexed he seemed through his voice. cyno passed the nearly-empty bucket of crackerjack to you—it was barely the end of the first half, yet with the incriminating food all over the floor, it didn’t exactly take a detective to solve the case of the missing game snacks.

“mhmm!”

“that’s good,” the mahamatra sighs, hoisting up his elbow to rest on his knee, his chin perching on the palm of his hand as he decided to gaze upon the match below. “why are you so invested in me flinging food at you instead of the game? it is what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

the joy in your face slowly faded away, being replaced by a slight frown as you sighed, mirroring his actions not too long after.

“well, yeah... but i want to hang out with you.”

unbeknownst to you, cyno widened his eyes a bit, not knowing how to process such a small bit of information. of course, questions aside, (such as, if you really wanted to hang out with him, why take him to a place where his attention should most definitely be directed somewhere else?) it wasn’t very often that he was invited out to places unless it was from particularly plucky students attempting to kiss up to him when they were attempting to cover up academic misconduct.

sure, the two of you could be considered close, depending on your definition of the word. regardless, he wasn’t under the impression that you and he were close enough that you’d go out of your way to spend time with him.

he wasn’t sure as to why, but the thought was enough to make his heart flutter.

deeply exhaling, as if suddenly contemplating if he really wanted to go through with this, it managed to catch your attention enough to shake your head towards his direction.

“fork some over, yeah?”

“huh?”

“toss some,” he answered, simply gesturing to the bucket of snacks in your grasp. though, it didn’t stop you from looking at him in shocked glee.

apparently, the silver-haired young man registered it as confusion, so, without prior warning, he latched on to your wrist, then proceeded to direct you into grabbing a piece of crackerjack and throwing it across a short distance so it would pop into his mouth with ease.

“like that.”

unfortunately, the short distance also represented the space between the two of you; given your current seating arrangements, being so close to cyno as you are right now seemed impossible mere seconds before. satisfied with his small fill and leaving you with an empty paper bucket, he set his eyes on the field below once more, slightly perplexed when there wasn’t anything going on.

meanwhile, slightly upset at the fact that the mahamatra had stolen your last pieces of food, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit flustered after glancing up towards the ceiling for a change of scenery.

distracted over trying to figure out the whereabouts of the players from earlier, the kiss-cam from above was fixed squarely on you two, and you swore you could hear cries from the distant crowd trying to grab cyno’s attention (in addition to the not-so-subtle neighboring onlookers practically yelling at him.)

paying no mind to his incredible willpower to resist the masses (or complete social unawareness), you started to feel frustrated with the pressure around the two of you. it wasn’t exactly the end of the world, of course—but a little bit of you doesn’t want to admit that you really, really needed an excuse to act on your feelings.

much like cyno’s nonexistent attempt to alert you of what he was planning on doing, you grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt and smashed your lips on top of his. as quick as it came, you let go almost instantly, the slight taste of crackerjack still fresh in your mouth.

letting out a quick breath in relief that the kiss cam decided to go away from the two of you, you subconsciously turned away from the young man, placing your hands on top of your face. you went to overlook the floor below you, cringing at your actions. what the hell was wrong with you?! sure, in some aspects, maybe you weren’t exactly the god of wisdom herself, but surely you have enough intelligence to know that you can’t just kiss people out of the blue!

yet that just raises a question... what if he wanted that?

it was a stupid idea. idiotic, even. however, there was a burning, aching desire to discover if that was the case, to the point you decided to ignore the personal repercussions to your emotional well-being.

so, peaking out from in between your fingers to gauge cyno’s reaction, you’re surprised to find a small smile creeping up his lips as he continued to watch the empty field.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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stars-on-fyre · 1 year

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For some reason my draft didn’t save for my 6 selfies from 2022 tag game! 😭 So sorry! Anyways, I was tagged by @i-am-the-quintessential-queer to post 6 selfies from 2022! I don’t have many from 2022 that’s of me, but I have a few of my dogs! 😂

The 7th one is from today! Sorry for the messy mirror! I just did my makeup good for once and was proud akxjsjxnsnxsnxnz

Anywho, I don’t know who to tag for this, so I’ll let y’all decide if you want to do this or not! 🤗

#relatable #lol #a day in star’s wacky life #my face #selfies #6 selfies in 2022 tag #fat positive #fat positvity #I don’t normally take selfies of myself but I always take some of my dogs akzajxjsxnsxnskkx #anyways tho the ones I am in are cute! the last one is from today tho! I just felt too cute want wanted to share it!#I’m getting so much better at makeup now!

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the-daily-dreamer · 1 year

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Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @tartheanmaid!! I freaking love these.

First Ship: Snowing AKA Snow x Charming from OUAT. I was so obsessed with their tragic love story especially in season 1.

Top Three Ships (in no particular order for me):

1. Monchevy AKA Philippe x Chevalier from Versailles. Okay listennn. I know they were toxic but gosh darn it they are so damn cute and in love and messy. These boys have all the drama but I love them and they deserve the world.

2. Uhtred x Aethelflead from The Last Kingdom. The passion, history, love, and tragedy these two had. Plus the fact that Uhtred would literally do ANYTHING for her. Obsessed.

3. Alicole AKA Alicent x Criston from HOTD. Courtly love, devotion, longing. They’re just perfection.

Honorable Mentions (not from the original game but I had to add more I’m sorry):

1. Cheleanor AKA Chidi x Eleanor from The Good Place. Perfect relationship development between them from strangers to friends to lovers. They’re so healthy and such a supportive and good couple. They were crucial to each other becoming their best selves and through everything they stuck together no matter what.

2. Stiorra x Sigtryggr also from The Last Kingdom. They were so cute and perfect for each other plus we got the “My wife will not die trapped like a rat” scene which was everything.

Last Song: Sinners by Barns Courtney

Currently Reading: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown (Again. I am too obsessed with this series)

Currently Watching: Versailles. I have like five things I watch in a loop lol

Currently Consuming: Andes mint chocolates

Currently Craving: Chocolate Lava Cake

Tagging: @thecrazytrashcan666 @afriendlyneighborhoodspider-blog @notbloodraven @aemonds-war-crime @catelynhightower and anyone else who wants to join. Y’all don’t gotta do it if you don’t want haha

#tag game #ship game #this totally exposed my weakness for historically based dramas lmao #but come on. period dramas do everything better #house of the dragon #versailles tv #the last kingdom #the good place

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 2 years

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I got tagged by the delightful @ashilrak to talk about some of my current obsessions! thank you for the tag wonderful human sending so many happy things <3

okay I have actually been super busy with life stuff recently so I haven’t been watching any shows or reading anything :( so this is a very messy undone collection of obsessions

1. taking pictures of the sunset: I love the sun and sunset is my fave time of day but I’ve recently become obsessed specifically with taking pics of the sunset because my friend posts sunset pics his people send in on his status every day so I’m always trying to send some off for the daily submission

2. I know it doesn’t count but it’s taken up a lot of my time so I’m making it count: writing up my proposal for research masters next year. the amount of research I have to do y’all I am drowning! i have to be obsessed with this topic or I’m going to go crazy

3. I’ve posted about this a couple times across my platforms so I’m sure most everyone knows but these three songs have been on loop for the better part of two weeks: “the color violet” by tory lanez, “chicago freestyle” by drake & giveon and “sanctify” by years & years

4. the korean dish (often street food but can also be found as a dish in restaurants) tteobokki (basically cylindrical rice cakes usually in a sweet and/or spicy sauce). also Mexican candy (gummy sweets with chamoy and tajin) gosh I could consume frankly unhealthy amounts of both of these things

that’s all i can think of right now

I know it’s super not cool of me but I’m not going to tag anyone. I’m sorry :( my emotional/mental energy is so low and thinking of people to tag is just making me blue-screen right now.

Instead I’m making this an open tag so seriously please feel free to hijack this post and talk about your latest obsessions or even make your own post and consider yourself tagged by me <3

I hope the week ahead treats you all gently mwah!

#ciara’s convos #i love tag games

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deputyash · 2 years

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I was tagged by @glowwormsmith a while back (haha sorry...) to do this Quiz as my OCs!

Tagging (Sorry for tagging so many of y’all in the last couple of days): @krenee1drful @strafethesesinners @foofygoldfish @i-am-the-balancing-point @teamhawkeye @cryptichobbit

Dove Ash:

Lightning never strikes the same place twice: Midnight phone calls. original art hanging on the wall. indie music. the color blue and the feeling of knowing someone your whole life. you have a striking appearance. your best feature is probably your eyes. you're a rare soul, hard to figure out and impossible to forget. you probably don't speak often, but each word carries weight somehow. even when you're joking, you're revealing a tiny piece of you. you want to be loved so badly. you don't know that you already are.

Vivian Wells:

They say sharks never stop moving: Paint-stained skin. spontaneity. leaving an amusement park with a won stuffed animal bigger than you. messy hair and dancing in the kitchen. you have the soul of an artist. you're creative and your mind never really stops working. your best feature is probably your sense of style. you feel things very intensely, and may feel a lack of emotional permanence. you have a restless energy. you are always growing, always improving, always adapting. you may feel a lack of a sense of identity, but you don't have to know who you are all at once. you can find yourself in new ways every day.

Valerie “V”:

Scary dog privilege: Loud music. laughing at bad horror movies. comfort through sitting in silence together. deep, Intricate forests and dark shades of green and purple. your best feature is probably a birthmark, or maybe your nose. you often look stoic, but when you do smile, it lights up your whole face. you're observant. you probably have a soft spot for kids. for someone who looks so scary, you have this innate way of making people feel so safe. you're a natural protector. you just want people to have it better than you did. your kindness is subtle. not everyone will see it. but it's the cause of so much healing. even more than you can see.

#my ocs #dove ash #vivian wells #valerie 'v'#quizzes

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chawarin-panich · 2 years

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Generally I try to stay away from diskhorse (and why I’m not active on twitter) but the blatant homophobia in the way people talk about cutie pie and kinnporsche is really starting to get to me. (And some of y’all claim to be queer yourselves and I just don’t have the patience for your internalized homophobia either)

‘Too explicit’ - yeah so? I’m sorry if gays are only palatable to you in cutesy cherry magic esque manner but the love between two men (and women but we aren’t even making any noticeable progress on that front) has been censored for so fucking long. We deserve gay people feeling desire and acting on them and being horny

‘Problematic’ - once more do you just want cute innocent uwu characters whose never done any wrong? Just let gay people be messy, have nuance and figure it out. Like I don’t know about you but I’ve been in this scene since junjou romantica was the lay of the land. I’ve spent years where gay rep was the weird fetishist fantasies of straight women. Y’all really act like Lian isn’t 27 yo in his very first relationship who is an emotionally constipated Asian man - he’s progressing at the rate that he’s progressing I am up to here with the brokeass abuse takes in the tags (as though cutie pie hasn’t brought up consent explicitly and on multiple occasions)

At least keep your blatant disregard for gay people’s ability to be human and make mistakes out of the tag.

#i woke up and chose violence #cutie pie the series

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captaintrick · 4 months

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Replacement ★ (Ch 3) OC x Simon "Ghost" Riley

HELLO! I AM BACK! :D I had to take a short break due to school, but I have chapter 3 hot and ready for y'all! I'm SO sorry I disappeared, but I should be staying. :) thank you for reading as always!

you can find this chapter of replacement on ao3 here first chapter ★ prev ★ next

★★★★★★★★★

chapter tags:// anxiety, older brother price, captain OC, OC x Simon “Ghost” Riley, light trauma mentions, emotional support pup, OOC Ghost (for a reason), spiteful Ghost, enemies to lovers (enemies), vague mentions of death, canon deviation, angst/comfort, alcohol mentions, drunk squad, bonding

★★★★★★★★★

bite-sized synopsis: trick is finally starting to feel like part of the squad after a mission success and goes out to celebrate

・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・ A knock on my office door, and I invited whoever was there in with a, “Get your butt in here if you wanna talk.” I was busy filling out some of the mountain of paperwork we were given after our missions every time. But hell, it seems like these documents are double what I’d have to fill out with my old squad. Well, John and I decided to just call them the 1-4-2 instead of my old squad. It fits in more than I thought it would.

But I had an unexpected visitor at my door: Gaz, with Soap and Roach at my door frame. “Hey Trick! The mission went well soooo…” he drew that out like he expected me to know. Instead, I gave him a blank stare from behind my slightly tinted goggles with a shrug.

He huffed. “We’re heading to a pub to celebrate, all of us. Even Price. We also have a spare seat ‘n were wondering if you’d wanna come with?” Gaz’s invitation was unexpected, and I felt myself practically light up. Light up into a million fireworks that go off in my office like the Fourth of July, probably burning everything around me.

I bit my bottom lip underneath my mask, a bad habit of mine to help me think. “Y’know what? Sure. I can see if y’all can handle yer alcohol like I can,” I said with a slight muse in my voice. “I’ll be there in 5, lemme do these papers real quick. Parking lot?”

Gaz gave me a thumbs up with that smile of his before dragging the boys with him away. I could hear Soap’s excitement about going to a pub and Roach’s small question about it. A laugh escaped my mouth while I moved my fountain pen on the papers I was signing, being very careful with my writing.

I haven’t done these kinds of papers in so long. Usually, I’d be working on them with my 1-4-2 officer— who was surprisingly not Xiomara but instead Jackson, Callsign Falcon.

Jackson would critique me for my messy writing and leave me laughing about it, then letting him rewrite it in nice legible cursive. He was my most trusted officer; he’s saved my life a few times too. He and I were both heartbroken by Xiomara’s… loss. The entire squad was, we all wanted to pack up and run away.

I heard he’s still on recovery leave. That’s what John had told me, at least.

Speaking of the devil, John’s knuckles wrapped on my office door frame and invited himself in, standing in front of my desk with a light smile overshadowed by his mustache. “You ready, Ver?” He asked in his usual father-like voice, but I think that’s just the oldness in him really showing at this point.

“Mm. Yeah, I think I’m ready. I got a good chunk down; I’ll get the rest done later in the evening.” I stood up and went around my desk to John. But I felt compelled to do something. I just stood in front of him awkwardly, looking right up at him with my hands awkwardly down at my sides. I lifted up my goggles on top of my hat to look at him properly.

I wrapped my arms around John and hugged him. Shit, I could barely wrap my arms around him but I managed to still, barely. He stood in shock momentarily before hugging me back and gently patting me on the back. “I’m proud o’ you, Ver. You’ve been through so much, ‘n here you are. As strong as a boulder, eh?”

The words coming from his mouth made me tear up. Fuck.

I have been told “you’ve been through so much” as a pitying phrase. As a “oh you poor thing” phrase. But never in the way John told me, he told me he was proud of me. And not even my own brothers would say that they’re proud of me. They’d say I’m just getting the short end and eventually, it’ll get better, but John is acknowledging more than just the past. He’s acknowledging my strength.

I’ve never squeezed someone harder while he pats my back. “Thanks, John. You know how to tug heartstrings.” I pulled away from the hug and crossed my arms, straightening my back again. “Now let’s go ‘n shotgun some coldies; maybe I’ll make you take a shoey from Soap’s boot.” I gently nudged him with an elbow while wiping my cheeks of my tears with my other hand.

“Yeah, let’s go ‘n get shitfaced,” he joked as he gave me a pat on my shoulder and led me out to the parking lot. Everybody was there before us and about to pile into John’s truck before I noticed that I… wouldn’t be able to fit in.

John caught on soon after me and started counting everyone, then the seats. “Okay! We need volunteers on who’s gonna go in the truck bed.”

“What?” I nearly broke my neck when turning to look at John. “What the fuck do you mean by goin’ in the truck bed? It’s bad if all of us are piss drunk ‘xcept one, but worse if we have someone in the bed o’ the truck vomiting all over themselves.” I shook my head a bit while considering what we can do.

“We can put Trick in the front, then have Roach share a seat with Gaz.” Ghost hasn’t spoken to me much since the fight he had with Price over me during training, even if we sleep in the same room together. He always sneaks in after he thinks I’m asleep.

Price nods with a grunt of agreement. “Well, everybody pile in. We don’t have all night.” I could feel the stare in the back of my head from Ghost while I got into the front passenger seat, scooting the seat up to give the boys in the back some legroom. Price got in next to me in the driver’s seat, and instantly stared at me for no discernible reason.

He blankly stared at me with his mustache slightly twitching.

“Whuh- what? Do I have something on my face?” I lightheartedly joked while brushing my mask with my glove, eventually bringing my goggles over my eyes.

Price gave me that condescending stare with both of his brows furrowed at me. “Is the first thing you do ev’ry time yer in my truck, you mess my seats?”

I rolled my eyes at him while the boys got rowdy in the back, Price pulling out of the parking lot to get to the pub. I got off first and opened the back doors of the truck for the boys, letting them practically fight amongst themselves to get out of the truck. ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

Inside the pub, it was cozy, I guess. I felt like it was a bit too rowdy with some guys watching American Football. Eugh. Why’d we have to be in America of all places?

Price hands me a dirty shirley temple with a straw in it. “Thanks, mate. I’ll pay tonight, a’ight?” I told him, but he just shook his head.

“Nah, it’s on me. You proved yourself to be a good leader so far, I’m glad.” He pats me on my back as I grab my drink and feed the straw underneath my

mask to drink. Yet when I looked up, I noticed a dirty look from the bartender. Oh shit, I need to pull out my ID.

I give my military ID to the bartender. “Sorry, forgot to give this to you.” I even have my mask on in the photo, my identifiable mark being my mask I guess. I don’t know how I was legally allowed to keep anybody from seeing my face; I guess it was some of Price’s doing, knowing how he constantly saves the country from destruction here and there.

I got my ID back pretty soon after him staring at it. “Wow Price, naughty ain’t cha? You didn’t show the bloke my ID, eh?”

Price stared at the bartender then back to me with confusion. “I thought I did; I swear I did. I think he mighta been caught off by the mask; he was the same with Ghost.”

The acid building in my throat and my mouth salivating was the worst feeling. The thought of being compared to Ghost was the worst, just because we both have masks on and hide our faces constantly. I mean, Roach does it too, but he only ever has a surgical mask on. I just have my cat-skull print bandana, how is it that different?

Now I’m overthinking. But that bartender is definitely still staring at me like I was a criminal. Eugh. ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

I sat with the boys again while they talked and reminisced about missions.

“Say, cap’n. What’s a mission you went on that you like talkin’ ‘bout?” Soap’s voice hit my eardrums like a balloon popping, my attention going straight to him as I realized what was happening.

“Eh? What?” It takes me a second of thinking to get my bearings on what was happening around me. “Oh, uh… missions. Uhm.” I tap my glass with my nails while I think. “My old squad, Taskforce 142,” I look at Price with a grin, “we had a few rodeos. We were put in Limmen; we called it Operation Down Under, ‘n people said that Task Force Boomerang was in town.” I laughed while looking up at the rest of the squad. Soap was listening intently while doodling in his leather journal, Gaz leaned in while listening, while Roach was tilting his head when listening. Ghost refused to hear or look at me, as usual.

“I thunk Price would remember this operation too. Paramilitary group with military weapons, the usual. Some cringey name like Crimson Vipers, remember?” I looked at Price laughing at the name. “There were hostages bein’ held, ‘n a few were military personnel as well. But when we dropped in, Xio accidentally landed on another soldier ‘n nearly compromised us, if she wasn’t sneaky with the takedown.” I had to think back a lot to remember what happened on that mission.

“Diaz! Get your fucken head in the game, you nearly got us compromised,” I yelled at Xiomara as she yanked her parachute down, but I couldn’t help lingering my eyes on her face a few more seconds than I should’ve. I shot up and fixed my vest and nodded towards Jackson. “Approach silently; Chen is taking care of the video systems.” I hold my M-tar in both hands.

We maneuver through the unlocked emergency exits, but there were a dozen more than I would have ever thought there were. Who the hell has the time to be in a shitty wannabe military group? I direct forward, being the first to silently take their soldiers down and into the dark. Jackson assisted me by taking down a few others whilst we covered Xio to start some controlled explosions on their vault door.

I hear the vault door popping open. I always trust Xio to do a good job at getting the vaults open fast. But, I wasn’t predicting the alarm blasting the second Jackson fully opened it. “Chen? Mind getting on that?”

“I know, Captain! Alarms going down in a few seconds, prepare for a few soldiers coming to check,” I hear Chen say over our wires while reassuring me. Chen was one of my second lieutenants, helping Diaz with her platoons whenever needed whilst I oversaw them. But now, she was the one going to save our lives.

Jackson and I take out some of the stragglers that come to investigate, the alarm turning off quickly enough and Chen’s voice coming over the intercom.

False alarm, soldiers. Return to your stations. She says to all the soldiers trying to get to us.

“Diaz, Winny, infiltrate. I will watch ahead.” I stand guard at the vault with my silencer on, watching over them. There were only a few on their rounds to grab before they talk to their walkie-talkies, fairly easy.

“ANNIE!” Yelled Xio’s voice from inside of the vault.

I turned around whilst reloading my pistol and saw Xiomara and Jackson compromised, the Crimsons’ soldiers trying to wrap tape around their mouths. After that, I kind of don’t remember anything except when we had to return months later.

I had to be in the infirmary for a few days for a few bullet grazes; Xio and Jackson were prisoners of the Crimsons. And when I returned with a whole brigade, they would never have stood a chance in a million years. I brought the weapons but when Xio saw me, she said I had “hell flames” in my eyes for how they took my best soldiers from me.

I look up from my glass to the boys all looking at me. Not Ghost, of course. “And well, we took the group down ‘n got Xio ‘n Jackson back. When we were at the extraction point, Xio handed me the laptop rigged to the explosives and told me ‘your call, captain.’ And that’s kinda what kept me in the ADF and Royal Strayan Air Force for so long.” I lean back in my chair to gauge the boys’ reactions better.

Price was proud and grinning, nodding with familiarity like when I told him the story. Soap was amazed, I could practically see stars in the man’s eyes. Gaz was intrigued, his body language being much more open than before. Then Roach was just listening intently while fidgeting with his hands.

I kinda laughed at their reactions. “Any questions?” Price raised his hand. “Yes, Price?”

He stifled a laugh before asking. “Wasn’t your callsign then Viper, Annes? Instead of fucken Trick?” Then he let it rip, knowing how much that callsign haunts me to this day.

“Shit yourself, Price.” ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

We were all a few drinks in when I leaned against a pool table, playing a game of 8ball with Soap. “Soooo, bonnie, what do ya think of yer new Taskforce so far? Sure, we ain't Taskforce Boomerang, but I'd think we're close.” I laughed at his joke while looking up at him.

“Thas sweet, Johnny. You guys come quite close, y’know. Some of the best I’ve seen in action, except Ghost when listening to my instructions.” I lined up my cue stick with the white ball, not paying much attention to which ones I was hitting. I was more focused on the smile on Soap’s face.

“L.t is rough, y’know. He’ll warm up; he always does.” Soap got off the pool table and patted me on my shoulder. “I don’ see why he wouldn’t be so intrigued by the great Captain Ver, y’know. You’re an amazing leader.” I watched him line up his cue with the ball as well.

I chuckled, feeling a bit of blood rush to my face. “Oh hush with yer flattery; you just wanna try ‘n make me blush, eh?”

“Oh please, if I were tryin’, you’d be as red as a cherry tomato!” He leaned against the table while I lined my shot up, of course, missing the ball I was going for completely.

I raised a brow at Soap before chuckling. “I have no doubt, sarge. I’m sure ladies think yer a catch,” I complimented. “I know plenty o’ old ladies who would love a young guy like you flirting with them like they’re 20.”

He laughed while hitting a full red in the pocket, then lightly jabbed me with the cue stick. “Would love to meet ‘em! I’m sure they’re sweet.” ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

Midnight.

God, I love midnight; it’s so gorgeous seeing everything around us. But they were all kicked out of the bar for being rowdy, except me. I sobered up a while ago because I was expecting that I was going to drive once I saw Price taking shots.

I shoved the boys into the truck slowly, Price in the passenger with the boys toppling over each other in the back. Everybody was knocked out the second they were all in the car, leaving me laughing at their dumbass sleeping faces. I got in the front seat and adjusted the seat again.

“Don’ touch muh fucken… seats…” Price mumbled in his sleep as he passed back out in a matter of seconds.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Pendejo.” ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

The drive back home was peaceful, all the boys sleeping until I hit a pothole right by the base, when all of them startled awake.

We all got to our rooms safe and sound though, which I’m glad happened. I wasn’t sure if Ghost would even get in the same truck as me when he was drunk, but somehow he was compliant when I shoved him in. I had to help him get back to our room though; he was heavier than I would’ve ever anticipated when he leaned onto me.

“I don’t need helpff… you fucken… bloody bastard.” I was shocked at him drinking himself into a stupor; he didn’t seem like the type.

“Don’t get your panties inna knot, I’m just makin’ sure yer fine.” I dropped him down onto his bed. “Just don’ fall off yer bed ‘n we’re fine.” I turned away from him to the bathroom, changing real quick and brushing my teeth.

When I got curled up into my bed all comfy and cozy, I heard Ghost’s slurred sleep mumbling.

“I fucken… hate you… Captain Ver.”

“I fucken hate you too, Lieutenant Riley.”

“Shithead.”

・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

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Hi babes, so to fuel our drew/rafe obsession, I think we can all agree drew is a boobs guy like no one can tell me different.

He just likes to lay on them when he’s sleeping or y’all are cuddling or when their watching a movie he has his arm over their shoulder with his hand on their boob 😏. pls i need a blurb on this and i feel like you could write this perfectly

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They both felt so lazy that day. If it wasn't evident by the blankets strewn about the apartment in a trail from room to room, it was certainly made apparent in the way they lounged about. Limbs stretched across furniture, oversized clothes on as the rain dropped heavily against the windows the apartment.

"Sweetie." Drew mumbled into the top of her head, hair messy from never being brushed that day. He ran his fingertips up the back of her shirt along her warm skin and held her flush against him.

"Yeah?" She replied into the crease of his neck, fingertips running through his gold chain. He felt her eyelashes tickle his neck, so he knew she had not fallen back asleep quite yet.

"I'm getting hungry." Drew stated softly as his fingertips traced soft patterns over her back, and down her spine. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her sweatpants and gave a long exhale as she sat up to straddle his hips.

"I don't think we have a lot here, baby. Probably have to order something, it's yucky out there." She replied as she pressed her palms to his chest for leverage as she tried to look out the door of the balcony.

Drew reached his hands up under her sweater, which he immediately noticed was his, and filled his hands with her bare breasts beneath. He took notice of the shivers on her stomach, and along her neck as he softly palmed at her ample flesh, thumbs brushing over her nipples every so often.

"Whatever you like. You pick this time." Drew whispered with a soft smile up at her with a soft bounce of her breasts in his hands.

"Don't! I can't focus when you do that." She whined with a soft laugh as she pulled his hands out of her shirt by his elbows, making him smirk.

"Fine. Keep my hands to myself." Drew mumbled with a grin as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, his eyes on any bit of her exposed skin he could get.

"Stop looking at me like that." She shivered, her eyes closed as she slowly climbed off the much larger man and stood on unsteady feet.

"Like what?" Drew laughed as he reached for her thighs with his paw-like hand to try and pull her back. He most certainly was not done cuddling and touching.

"Like you're going to take my clothes off, and I'm not gonna get to eat food. I know that look, Starkey. Sit on your hands or something." She laughed while she wrapped her hand around his thick wrist in a lame attempt to move his hands away from her.

"Don't have a look." Drew grumbled while he reluctantly pulled his hands off his girlfriend once more and watched her backside as she walked away from him, towards the kitchen to look over takeout menus.

"You do have a look, and you've been giving me that same look since our first date." She called to him over her shoulder as she reached the kitchen, standing on her toes to reach the menus that were placed on top of the refrigerator.

Before she could ask him, Drew was up off of the couch and in the kitchen standing behind her, easily reaching above her head to grab the small pile of takeout menus and handing them to her. He pressed a kiss to the top of his short girlfriend's head and gave her backside a soft pat before he turned around to check his phone that had been charging. He checked his few messages and emails while he heard his girl hum and haw as she looked through the menus. He quickly sent a handful of replies then switched his phone back off.

"I think we should just go with the usual." Drew stated softly as he took the few steps over to his girl, standing behind her. His right arm wrapped around her, his hand reaching beneath her shirt again to palm at her breast while his left hand reached for a weathered Thai food menu, covered in wine stains and spilled sauce from favoured dishes.

"Because delivery takes over 30 minutes and you have a look on your face?" She questioned as she leaned back, succumbing to his affections as he pressed a kiss to the side of her face and his thumb ghosted over her nipple once.

"This is just my face." Drew scoffed, lips pressed to her temple as he pulled her back against him.

"It's distracting."

"You're distracting." Drew mumbled as he dropped the menu back on the counter and wrapped his other arm around his girlfriend to give her a loving squeeze.

"Order me food, Starkey. I'm hungry." She laughed, her arms folded over to squeeze at his biceps as he kissed her face over and over again. He grabbed her inside her sweater once more before he pulled his hands off his girlfriend and accepted her phone, their favourite Thai food place already dialed and at the ready.

"Tell them to bring you extra rice and that sauce you like if you go wait for me in bed with your clothes off." Drew nodded, eyebrows raised, just as the nasally voice of the teen on the other end of the phone greeted him.

"I was gonna do that any way!" She whispered to him as she unzipped the sweater that had belonged to him, dropped it to the floor, and raised her shoulders in a small shrug.

"Go." Drew stated under his breath with a snap of his fingers, pointing towards the bedroom down the hall and watched as she all but skipped away from him.

Drew shook his head, running his fingertips through his hair as he waited impatiently for this kid on the other end of the phone to give him the time and total amount of their food.

"That'll be about 50 minutes for delivery , Mr. Starkey. Sorry. We're busy tonight."

No worries, kid.

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𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹: 𝚆𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

You have a feeling that Denki never got over his crush on you from freshman year, but you have no idea how to confront him and politely reject him without sounding incredibly egotistical if you’re wrong and he doesn’t actually like you. When you find yourself accidentally texting the wrong group chat while venting about the situation, however, your classmate Mina proposes an interesting idea: fake date your classmate Kirishima to help Denki get over his potential crush on you, and then break the arrangement off once you’re completely positive that Denki no longer has feelings for you. Both of you tentatively agree to the arrangement, and what starts off as a slow fake relationship quickly evolves into you falling for Kirishima for real, leaving the situation just as messy as you had predicted it would become.

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goldengoddess · 3 years

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soooo the idea is a fic set during king of scars where the reader is nikolai's childhood best first and we stumble into his room one evening and we actually see him change into the demon and just absjajnsns

i am yours - nikolai lantsov

* KING OF SCARS & RULE OF WOLVES SPOILERS *

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

a/n: okay this is absolutely garbage rae i am so sorry pls forgive me,,, i KNOW this is not how nikolai’s demon works and he wouldn’t just like turn back but for the sake of this fic pls pretend <33333

for the lovley @wtfrae !!! i love u pls go read her work everyone <3

warnings: spoilers! some angst n like threat of violence but y’all know me, everything is good and happy by the end

nikolai had always been the one person you could turn to. since the two of you were kids, it had always been an unbreakable bond. something no one else seemed to understand. how to kids, tossed aside by their family, tested in every way possible, were able to find each other and bring out the best in one another. nikolai made you better, made you good.

life in ravka was never easy, it was a constant struggle. especially in the years leading up to nikolai’s reign. the two of you almost hadn’t made it out alive then, and while nikolai had been out fighting with alina in the fold, you had stayed at the spinning wheel helping the injured.

but when things finally settled down, alina and mal safe and away, nikolai had told you so many stories. the two of you had spent months apart. so out of nostalgia, every night you’d sneak into nikolai’s room and listen to your best friend tell you stories about everything. all the battles he’d fought along as sturmhond, what the battle against the darkling had looked like.

and even when nikolai ran out of stories, and you ran out of questions, you kept sneaking into his room to talk to him. he was the king of ravka, during the day he never even stopped to take a breath. but his nights were reserved for you. just so he could hear the sound of your voice before he was bound to his bed by chains.

nikolai loved you dearly, you were the only constant he had ever known. but he couldn’t bring himself to share what had happened to him during the battle with the darkling, what he’d become. instead, he told you the stories he told everyone else, how he was captured and tortured. it hurt him, to lie to you. but he couldn’t have you seeing him the way he saw himself, a monster. so even though lying to you pained him every night, he would do it to hear your excited questions and giggles as you snuck out of his room.

he always made sure you were gone before zoya came in. he wouldn’t be able to explain the drugging potion. or even worse, his horrible transformation into the demon that lived inside of him.

but secrets almost never stay secrets.

“saints nikolai,” you gasped, rushing off his bed to grab grab your coat, “it’s past midnight. i can’t be in here!”

nikolai sat up and looked out his window, you watched the color drain from his face. he cleared his throat and walked over to you, “you’re right you should probably go.”

you nodded and shuffled away from him, but before opening the door you paused. you turned back to the blonde haired boy, “nikolai?”

“yes sweetheart?” he answered, facing you.

“i could,” you hesitated, “i could sleep over. one night, i’m not saying tonight. just some night. i’ll sleep on the floor but, i spend all of my night here anyways. just like when we were kids.”

as nikolai slowly walked closer to you, you waited for his teasing remark and eventual acceptance. the two of you w had a sleepover since before he left ravka. of course it wouldn’t be the same, as he was now king, but he was your nikolai.

instead, he gently tucked a piece of your hair and kissed your forehead. “i don’t think that’s such a good idea sweetheart.”

your heart shattered at his words and his at the fact that he had to say them. there was nothing he wanted more. nothing that would bring him more peace than holding you in his arms until the sunrise. not just for a couple of hours right before bed, not having to pretend that everything he felt for you was strictly platonic.

“oh” you said defeatedly. “that, yeah that’s okay. i’ll see you tomorrow nikolai.” and with that you rushed out of the room.

later, as zoya gave nikolai genya and david’s potion to knock him out, all he could think about was the horrible look on your face.

at some point in the night you’d made the decision to go talk to nikolai. the two of you couldn’t go on like this, attempting to be way you have been before the darkling and alina while tip toeing around these new feelings you had for eachother.

but as you made your way to nikolai’s doors, hand on the doorknob, you heard a soft growl coming from inside. you covered your mouth with your hand to prevent a gasp from escaping your lips. you slowly turned the handle and stepped into the room.

on nikolai’s kingly bed was a dark giant looking demon. it’s wings were the color of the night sky seen in the window of the bed room. it took your breath away.

you pressed your back against the wall, trying to move back towards the door without making any noise. but the demon heard you and snapped it’s head in your direction.

every part of your body was screaming to run, to scream even. but something stopped you. the eyes. they stopped you. they were dark and pitch black but there was something familiar about them. not the color but the way they watched you. like they were trying to remember every single part of you just in case.

nikolai was the only person who you knew looked at you that way.

“nikolai?” you whispered to the monster.

the creature craned its neck to the side, similar to the confused head tilts that nikolai used to give you during lessons. you took a hesitant step forward, holding your hands up to show that you weren’t going to cause harm.

“nikolai” you tried again, with more conviction in your voice.

the creature let out a small growl as a response and you flinched away. at your movement it out a whine and moved away from you.

you shuffled closer, “hey no no i’m okay. nikolai?”

slowly, as you repeated your best friends name over and over, the creature became less beast and more man. slowly morphing into a messy set of blonde curls and body you’d hugged more times than you can recall. your nikolai.

he curled up in a ball and leaned his back against the end of his bed.

“nikolai” you attempted softly, falling to your knees in front of him.

he scrambled away to a corner of the room, “please. please leave. i’m begging.” his voice was raspy from misuse, thought the two of you had spoken only hours before.

“nikolai i’m not leaving, please explain to me. what was that?” you pleaded with him.

“that was nothing, now go. please please” he sobbed into his hands.

you crossed your arms over your chest in a stubborn gesture that he couldn’t even see, “you’re lying to me again! i’m not leaving until you explain what that was. why can’t you tell me the truth for once?”

“that was me!” he yelled as he lifted his head and met your eyes for the first time.

you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar hazel color of his eyes. you crossed your legs together, “that was you?”

“yes that was me. that is what the darkling did to me. now please,” he let out an exhausted sob “please leave sweetheart.”

you felt tears swelling in your own eyes at his voice. how broken he sounded. your nikolai never sounded so defeated. and if he ever felt that way, he had never shown you. you crawled over to him slowly and placed your hands on the sides of his face, rubbing away the tears.

“what are you doing” he whimpered and dropped his head into your hands, “i could hurt you. sweetheart, you have to go.”

“my nikolai” you whispered, pushing his damp hair away from his forehead.

he closed his eyes and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger, exhaustion, sadness, or a mix of all of it. “i cannot be yours. i’ve lied to you, i’m a demon, a monster. you can’t possibly want me to be yours.” he spit each word about himself as if it were venom, like the words ripped away a little bit of his humanity, or his confidence.

you shook your head and softly placed your forehead again his, still holding the sides of his face. “no. you’re my nikolai. you always will be.”

you placed two soft kisses on his cheeks, one on each side. “my” kiss, “nikolai,” another kiss.

“oh sweetheart, i am yours” he sighed and opened up his knees so you could fall into his embrace. “i am so sorry.”

“you should be” you mumbled into his chest. “what if you had died nikolai? and i wouldn’t have known what was happening to you until it was too late. i could have helped.”

he kissed the top of your head, still hesitantly. “im a fool, you can spend the rest of my life reminding me. i didn’t want to ruin this, us. it’s the last precious thing i have in my life.”

“we are still precious” you whispered and clung to his shirt like your life depended on it. “the same way you are still the nikolai i have always known, since childhood. you are still good. we will fix this.”

“and if we can’t?” he asked so softly that you almost couldn’t hear him.

“then i’ll have to get just as familiar with the demon as i am with you” you joked.

and the rumble of nikolai’s laughing chest told you that everything would be perfectly fine. demon and all, he was still your nikolai.

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