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How the peaky boys react when dating a girl with a praise kink (nsfw) -> headcannon

Goes without saying, nsfw warning

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Tommy🪖

🪖Tommy had you figured out before you’d figured yourself out.

🪖He knew what was going on in your head before your did.

🪖You were working late one Friday at the Garrison, of course many working men joyously engaging in Friday night drinking and drunkenness while their wives whittled wistfully back home.

🪖You weren’t expecting the Blinders tonight, but of course you’d always find room for the Peaky boys in this establishment, regardless if you were chocker with customers that the bar didn’t really have the capacity for. The door chimed and you spun, peering to see if you had the numbers to accommodate the x amount of customers you had walking through your door.

🪖”Evening boys, meeting or drinks?” You ask, readying yourself to go clean the business Roman that was wordlessly their property. “Just drinks tonight, love” Tommy answered with a small smile and you nod, placing your hands on your hips; balled into fists while you ponder around to find their empty table.

🪖You notice a table of rowdy youngsters occupying the usual Shelby spot and you narrow your eyes at them, internally questioning if you had the inner morals to boot paying customers out of their seats.

🪖”Be a good girl and get us a booth please, sweetheart” Tommy asks, well instructs, as he lights up another cigarette.

🪖He noticed the way your eyes darkened at his request and your lips parted slightly. You nodded. “Of course Tommy, give me a moment lads” you say, heading to the young gentleman to ask them to either head to the open seats at the bar or get gone.

🪖"hiya lads, sorry to bother.” You say as you approach the lot who look at you in question “but I’m afraid we need this booth, happy to serve you up at the bar or I’m sure another will open soon” you wince, apologetically. One scoffs. “Why should we? We’re paying customers?” He asks, beginning to instigate somewhat of an issue, when Tommy swoops in “I believe she asked you nicely” he grunts, and it was almost awe-strucking watching how fast the boys scampered out the door with mediocre apologies.

🪖Thomas wanted to test his small hypothesis again, placing a gentle hand on your lower back “such a good lass to your old Tom, aren’t you?” He hums and he watches as your jaw slackens and you swallow on your own saliva, beginning to stumble around a response. “My pleasure, Tom”

🪖And then a few months later, when he’d taken you out a couple of times you were more widely known as Tommy’s girl than you were your own name.

🪖It was again a Friday evening, usual crowd shuffling to their places and so were the boys.

🪖“evening boys” you smile, handing an older man his shandy as he makes his way back to his missus who was still sipping on her gin.

🪖“evening sweetheart” Tommy smiles, leaning across the bar to peck your lips as the rest of the boys head to their normal spot.

🪖business as usual

🪖you begin pouring their beers automatically, following Tommy to the table with umpteen pints and of course an apple juice for John, whom you’d cut off from alcohol.

🪖“good girl” Tommy applauds as you hand them their drinks, quiet enough that the rest of his rough crowd didn’t hear but loud enough for you to become unsteady on your feet.

🪖you didn’t know when you’d agreed to go home with Tommy. You don’t even remember locking the door to the Garrison. But now he had you buried deep beneath him as he rutted into you and there was nothing you really cared about more right now. If there was a problem you can deal with it when you were finished.

🪖he was trying to coax it out of you. Trying to coax out the fact that you revelled in it when he praised you. And it got him off to see that when other blokes such as Harry called you a ‘good lass’ for a decent shift, you didn’t bat an eyelid.

🪖“Come on love, got one more in you haven’t you?” You shook your head at his question, almost hoping that he’d let you rest after your third. “C’mon sweetheart, don’t you want to be a good girl for your Tommy?” He asks and you nod up at him through dazed eyes. “Hmm?” He asks, holding your jaw still with one hand while the other held him up above you. “Please. Please Tommy. Wanna be good for you” you mumble out, and he smirks - rutting into you at yet again, another relentless pace.

🪖”that’s it. Such a good girl f’me. So so good” he praises as your moans progressively get louder as you mewl beneath him.

🪖and eventually, when you’d both calmed down, he looked at you and smirked “good girl aren’t you?”

🪖”shut up Tom.”

Alfie🧸

🧸Eats that shit up, no crumbs, licks the plate clean.

🧸already kind of babies you, he doesn’t mean too. You’re a few years his younger and as your husband he sees it as his job to protect and provide for you while doting and taking care of you like any good man should.

🧸then one night he comes home a bit late from the bakery, readying to apologise when he’d noticed you’d just finished cooking dinner. “Well here I was all soppy and ready to apologise to you, yeah. And no, my good little girls just gone and made dinner!” He says, almost chuffed. You giggle and plate up the food, sitting across from him as he begins to eat.

🧸”what ‘y doing over there, then?” He scoffs “c’mere.” He instructs as you move to sit in his lap and he relishes in the meal you’d prepared “you’re so good to your old man, aren’t you?” He hums “so so good” he exclaims, only trying to show his appreciation but he noticed your pupils dilate at his words. He brushes it off, nothing major.

🧸later in the evening his sciatica was playing up so you wordlessly left the room to go draw him a bath with some new salts you’d bought from your elderly neighbour whom your husband refused to speak to on account of her being ‘a witch’ as he said.

🧸”oh you are a good’un aren’t you, poppet?” He hums, as he enters the room, allowing you to help him undress and get into the bath, afterwards preparing to make your leave and get him some medicine from the cupboard downstairs.

🧸”and where do you think you’re going?“ he questions, and you raise a brow “to get you some medicine” “I need no such thing. Now get in here w’me.” He grunts and you do as he says, never one to turn down a good relaxing soak in the bath with your husband.

🧸”there you are, good girl aren’t you? Always listening to your old man. What did I do to deserve you. So perfect” he rambled, and doesn’t notice the ever hazing glint in your eye and when he finally looks down at you he narrows his eyes and finally realised what that look was.

🧸his praises got you going.

🧸”tell y’what would make y’old man feel so much better,” he hums and you cock your head ready to help his pain ease “if you be a good girl f’me and give us a distraction” he suggests and you see the smirk unveiling under his beard, as he reaches for your thigh to pull you over his lap and to settle atop of him. “Seeing as you asked so nicely” you mumbled into his shoulder, as you began to rock against him.

🧸”there you go, there’s a good girl” he says as you come undone on top of him and collapse onto his chest, stroking your back gently with one hand and holding you close with the other. “Y’want to move, poppet he asks?” And you shake your head, eyes closed as you recover.

🧸 as soon as his sciatica pain eases up, he was going to abuse that little trick as often as he could.

Arthur🍺

🍺poor baby needs just as much praise as you do. Thinks he’s a shitty partner

🍺but god when he found out it was like finding the fucking Magna Carta.

🍺it was his ticket out of everything. Came home drunk? “I’m so sorry, you’re so good for putting up with me” In a fight? “you’re such a good wife for patching me up” literally anything you’re not agreeing on? “Oh my good girl”

🍺he’d found out when you were already buried beneath his, mewling as he took out his frustrations on you rather than the man he was originally destined to kill that day.

🍺”y’better feel good about y’self.” He grunts “man’s life was saved cause of you, you and this fucking insatiability.” He thrusts and you groan “please” you number “hmm? Feel good? Little saint you are, fuckin’ angel. Stopped me killin’ a man. Wanna get me into heaven do y’angel? Huh? That’s where you’re sending me?” He asks and you groan louder.

🍺”yeah, cause you’re such a good girl aren’t you?” And that’s when you let out the most gluteal pornographic moan that almost stopped his movements, instead it pushes the throttle and sends the both of you over the edge.

🍺”god Id’ve spared hundreds of men if it meant I got to hear that from you”

John🥃

🥃The Shelby family were enjoying an afternoon at the Garrison. Given, it was incredibly backed with gang members and people dissimilar; still the atmosphere was was light and full of laughter.

🥃you’d volunteered for the Saturday shift seeing as Harry needed extra help nowadays seeing as the customer numbers were ever growing.

🥃John was flirting with you, as ever. While you just rolled your eyes at his antics and offered him another drink.

🥃”blimey, I need to drop drinkin’ the hard stuff. I’m seeing an angel!” John feigned surprise, as he took his cap off his head to greet you, plopping it onto your own as he leaned in to kiss your cheek sweetly. “And I’m seeing a man who’s had one too many. I’m cutting you off” you warn, wagging a finger at him. “Well I do like a lady who takes care of her man” he smirks, but was cut off by a voice that altered the atmosphere in the bar.

🥃”I am looking for Thomas Shelby” the voice announced, and you felt uneasy; John’s face darkened as he clearly recognised the man who was a stranger to yourself. You look to the rest of his family who have a similar stature to him on their faces.

🥃”get behind the bar flower” John mumbles to you calmly, “that’s a good girl. Stay down there, sweetheart” he coos as you duck your head out of sight and into the small crawl space under the kegs.

🥃As the conversation continued, John looks over the counter to you discreetly. And your large doe eyes look back, and he could see the trust in them. He leans his hip against the oak bar edge, holding his hand over and motions for you to give him your own. You thread your hand with his, and he strokes the back of your knuckled gently; giving it a squeeze as Harry instructs them to take this out of his pub.

🥃John gives you one last reassuring squeeze of the hand before grabbing an empty beer bottle and heading out the door with his brothers. A few minutes, a couple of shouts and a gun shot the three walked back in as if nothing had happened.

🥃John leans over the bar “y’alright now, good lass” he says as you peer back up and get back up from your seat on the bar. He rests his arms against the wood and grins at you. “Let y’old John reward you f’ being such a good girl, hm?” He raises a brow and honestly expects nothing from his advance.

🥃you look at the clock on the wall and decide Harry could fend for himself for a while. You look at John and wet your lips, leaning down and grabbing his collar to bring him closer to you. “Meet me in the back”

🥃He jumped over the bar.

Bonnie🥊

🥊revels in it without really meaning too.

🥊also uses it to his advantage. He doesn’t mean it, honest.

🥊you were knelt in front of him, sitting back to rest on your ankles as you wrapped his hands for his fight. “You’re so good t’me, thank you angel” he thanks, stroking your jaw with his thumb.

🥊he knew what he was doing to you. Trying to get in your head.

🥊since he’d fallen hard and fast he’d decided that you were it for him. You were his and he was yours and nothing else. Especially when you agreed to live out his gypsy fantasies with him and give up the traditional home you were so accustomed too.

🥊and he was convinced you’d make the best mum.

🥊so this little praise obsession of yours was the perfect way to sway you onto his wavelength.

🥊”you’re gonna be great tonight, Bon” you say, smiling at him comfortingly. “M nervous” he mumbles and you shake your head, holding his hands in yours “it’s gonna be fine, just go out there and do your best. I’ll always be proud of you.” You say and he seems to settle slightly. “Y’d be such a good mother, darling” he tells you, moving some loose hair out of your face and behind your ear.

🥊he notices a slight blush on your cheeks, and decides to pry. “BONNIE; TIME!” His dad shouts through the door and you tap his leg, standing up to give him his good luck kiss. Instead, he slowly walks you back until your back hits the wall, two wrapped hands caging you.

🥊 “hmm, would’y like tha’? A mammy?” He asks and you stare up at him with dazed yet wide eyes. “Oh you’d be such a good mammy. So caring, so sweet. Y’so good t’me imagine how good y’d be to a young’un.” He hums, resting one hand on your waist. “So, so good” he bumps his nose with yours. “Then I’d marry y’a.” He continues “be a good wife too. The best. Such a good girl” he coos and you audibly whine and he smiles.

🥊”y’d like that? Gonna let me make y’a mammy?” He hums, ghosting his lips over yours “BONNIE!” His dad reiterates and Bonnie huffs. “Y’can do whatever Y’want to do to me, bon” you reply hazily and he smiles as you lean up to kiss him deeply, pulling away to lean your forehead on his, hands cradling his face. “After your fight.” You nod and he raises his brows “promise?” You smile back “promise.”

🥊fastest knockout he’d ever done.

Isaiah♟️

♟️uses it against you. Purposefully

♟️defo teases you for it

♟️you’d be at the garrison, having gone accompanying your twin brother Finn and expecting to see your boyfriend there eventually when you weren’t in your usual spot at home.

♟️he’d turned up around half and hour after you had, only looking to get a drink defo not looking for you.

♟️he sees you at the bar, yet by your side was some bloke he didn’t recognise. Some six foot slime ball with his hair slicked back so far it looked like it created a permanent surprised upkeep on his eyebrows. His suit was brand new, Isaiah assumed the tag was still tucked into a pocket somewhere for him to return and scrounge in the morning.

♟️and why were you talking back?

♟️you were drinking something dark, presumably the alcohol Isaiah preferred for you not to have.

♟️had he bought it you?

♟️Isaiah stormed his way over, fully prepared to lay out the man talking to you and throw you over his shoulder and lead you straight out of the pub; but the conversation you were having with the boy stopped you.

♟️”what d’y say love, wanna get out of here?” He asked “and for the fifth time. No. My husband will be here any minute. He’s a blinder y’know?” You scoff “well he ain’t here now, is he?” He asked you when Isaiah sweeper in and pressed his gun to the man’s temple “isn’t he?” He asked, cocking it as the man before you swallowed and visibly began to sweat.

♟️”I suggest you take yourself out of this pub, out of Birmingham and fucking away from my woman.” He grunts, and the man immediately scampers. Then Isaiah looks to you, and the relief decorating your face is immediately apparent.

♟️”oh Isaiah I’m so sorry I tried to get rid of him-” you begin and then your boy begins to smile “your husband?” He asked, raising a brow cockily and you begin to rock back onto your heels “just wanted to get rid of him” you mumble, and he wraps hands around your waist and settles them on the small of your back.

♟️”you’re so good to me, aren’t you doll?” He asks, smirk growing “rejecting other men f’me?” He hums and you nod “y’know good girls get rewarded, don’t you?”

♟️or when you’re not behaving as he’d want you too.

♟️”where d’y think you’re going?“ he asks as you open the door.

♟️”Ada invited me for drinks” “y’not going, not safe. Not w’them Italians crawling round” he instructs, expecting you to shrug off your coat and come join him in the lounge. He turns but hears the door click shut. And when he’d looked, you were gone.

♟️he was fucking fuming, livid, murderous.

♟️and when you’d shown back home at 2 in the morning, hiccuping, he was already stood at the door with his arms crossed.

♟️you smiled “hi Isaiah” you giggled, but he didn’t say anything as he walked you backwards and your back hit the wall. “In what fucking world does a woman not listen to her man?” He asked and you were immediately silenced. “Hmm?” He asks “why did you think you could just go out without me, you know how dangerous it is” he says “well-” “good girls don’t disobey their men, d’they princess” and he noticed how you cowered and sunk into your shell.

♟️he threw you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs, rutting into you in the bedroom more times than you could count telling you how disappointed in you he was and every time you were close to release, he’d stop and tell you why you didn’t deserve it.

♟️he loved torturing you.

Michael🎱

🎱so belittling with it.

🎱loves to use it against you whenever he can because it always means that he wins

🎱the first time he’d sussed this little predicament of yours out was when you were entertaining him while his brother dealt business with your father deep within the Cotswolds.

🎱you’d served him tea and polite conversation, talking about your purity and how much he idolised you.

🎱”and you’ve no husband?” He asked and he placed his cup on his saucer you and you straightened your posture before responding “no, no husband” you confirm and he is forced to stifle his smirk “well you’d make the perfect wife” he tells you and he notices how you swallow harshly “well that comes appreciated, mister gray” you reply and he narrows his eyes.

🎱and then when you were married and doting on him, he’d always remind you of how he impacted you.

🎱he knew just how to get to you. “Dear, go be a good girl and fix me a drink” and you’d do so. “I’ve got to go to London for the week. Be a good lass and don’t leave the house” and you wouldn’t.

🎱and sometimes he’d take you to family meetings. Personally believing that the women shouldn’t really be at these meetings. But a quick slap to the head from his mother soon sorted him out.

🎱and then he walked in on John shamelessly flirting with you, and he knew full well you weren’t meaningfully engaging with his cousin, it’s what you were taught to do from a young age. But still, you were engaging.

🎱”flirting with my woman, John?” Michael grunted, entering the room to which the former rolled his eyes “just showing her what a real man could give her” he winked at you before swaggering out of the room. “Why did you entertain him?” “I didn’t-” “thought you’d promised to be a good girl for me tonight?” And that shut you right up. The desire to be praised overpowering all.

🎱 “how ‘bout you make it up to me tonight, sweetheart?”

Finn🎞️

🎞️for his whole life, Finn has always been overshadowed by his older brothers. So being able to have so much control over you was so addictively intoxicating that he just loved to abuse his power.

🎞️and he’s at that age in his early twenties when his hormones are heightened and all he wants to do is act like a rabbit in a hutch during mating season.

🎞️and sometimes you weren’t up for it.

🎞️not until he figured you out.

🎞️he’d had you going for three rounds. Overwhelmed from how his brothers had been belittling him all day during business meetings and finally finding a vector to take it out on.

🎞️you’d come undone beneath him, very exhausted from the relentlessness of his actions, when he blurted out “fuck you’re so good at this” as he released inside of you. You mewled and whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Again” you mumbled and he raised his brows “you sure?” He asked and you opened his eyes as he recognised how your irises had deepened two shades and smiled giddily “well alright then”

🎞️so whenever he needed something or someone to release his frustrations on all he had to do was stroke your cheek and call you “my good girl” and you were pretty much tearing his clothes off.

🎞️and even sometimes when he’s upset he uses it to tell you just how much he appreciates you. When times are particularly hard and when he just can’t cope with situations; he’d let you hold and cradle him and rock him back and forth while silent tears sunk down his face “you’re so good to me” he’d mumble over and over again in a sleepy voice until he’d fallen asleep in your arms and you’d manoeuvred him into a comfortable position as his arms tightened around you.

Aberama🌞

🌞oh god this man is insatiable.

🌞defo calls you his ‘good girl’ and doesn’t give a fuck who hears it.

🌞likes to shelter you from everything in this horrible world, thinks it’s his job to protect and shadow you from anything. You were just a dainty young thing with no clue, someone had to step up and he decided he was the man for the job.

🌞just loved to take good care of you so those for eyes stayed innocent and undamaged. Bare and pure unlike his that were darkened and locked with such an intricately pessimistic past

🌞one day Thomas Shelby decided to pay a visit to the camp and Aberama had beckoned you over and you did as you were told, he motioned for you to lean closer as you approached him. “Need you to stay out of the way for a while sweetheart, can you do that for me, is that alright? Just until he goes?” He asks with sweet eyes. You smile and nod at him “good girl, off you go” and you were off into the woods to pick some berries for a recipe you had an idea for.

🌞eventually he’d come looking for you, find you deep into a bush trying to reach a berry that you’d just had to have but couldn’t quite get too. He’d stayed back for a while, leant against a tree while he admired you. Until he’d felt the masculine desire to aid his lady. Coming behind you and placing his hands on your waist as he leant to grab the berry for you. You’d gasped but turned to see him, smiling brightly at him. “Thank you” “anything for you” he replied, pecking your lips gently.

🌞”always willing to help my special girl” he says “can always count on you can’t I?” And the grin turns into a gaping expression, wide and heavy eyes looking at him and he’d decided he had to have you right then and there.

🌞he’d hiked the skirt of your dress up to your waist and told you how much he appreciated you as you screwed your eyes shut and threw your head back.

🌞then he’d carried your worn out, sleeping figure bridal-style back to camp with your basket selection of berries resting in his arm as he looked down at you lovingly.

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danderling · 17 days

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Im just gonna dump some drawings here, some may induce a shock though (not anything graphic or disturbing apart from a few spiders)

Here we go

#inanimate insanity #digital art #ii #my art #fanart #osc #art #trophy ii #pickle ii #osc art #object oc #original character #yang ii #art dump #john if you see this please react normally

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lxvvie · 8 months

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@art-herog, you have called and I have answered. I think. And then I went and tweaked it so the scenario is as follows: your lovely babies are doing their own thing and ignoring you. how would they respond to you calling them someone by else's name as a prank?

Capt. John Price - It doesn't register because he's lost count of how many pet names you have for him and he assumes this is the latest one. Your prank dies a solemn, cigar-ridden death.

Gaz - "WHO?!" It's funny watching Gaz get all jealous and shit with his nostrils flaring. Yeah, that's what you get for the last prank (said prank woke you up from a good-ass nap).

Alex Keller - Has a delayed reaction. You think he didn't hear you until you hear, "The hell you say?" And thus he close shut the jaws... of Sweet Keller Lovin'. By refusing to manspread. Yeah, you wanna play that game? Good luck getting another glimpse at his sweet thighs, babe.

Soap - Is devastated in Golden Retriever. Was busy watching the latest football (soccer) game when you... when you broke his heart. How could you do this to him? Is willing to find and fight the bastard for his (his as in Soap's) honor because he gave himself to you mind, body, and spirit... after he sulks some more because his team just had to lose the game.

Ghost - A total Petty Betty 'cause you got him fucked up lmao. Doesn't really respond to it aside from a heated glance initially. And then he gets you back. You ask him a question: "Mm. Ask the knobhead, he'll have 'n answer for ya." You try to flirt with him: "Sorry. Simon is spoken for." You can practically see the smirk in his eyes. Touché, you bastard. Touché.

Alejandro - Was sifting through paperwork. Called him handsome to get his attention. No response. Okay, then. You then called him gorgeous. Still no response. Then: "You hear me, Rudy?" Alejandro stops mid-sift and stares. Hard. Bonus points because Rudy was in the vicinity and poked his head in all, "You called?" You're smirking, Alejandro narrows his eyes and turns to stare at Rudy, and poor baby doesn't even know what the fuck is going on.

Rudy - His whole reaction can be summed up as '??????????'. When it hits him it turns into '?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?'. Wait, who the hell is Dasher—?

König - König's inner Eldritch Horror Call of Köthulu Yandere comes out in full force and oh wow, did the air change all of a sudden? What's that tension? You turn and he's staring at you. Calmly. Evenly. He doesn't even blink. And then, "Who is Prinz, Schatz?" Turns out the person he lost that sniper position to took the callsign Prinz and König decided to one-up his ass. Once assured it was all a prank, he's back to his... normal self again? A Shadow over KorTac, indeed. It's on sight, PRINZ!

Horangi - Turns out one of the names you used is an alias he tried to use to get into a game but he got found out. He tells you the whole story and everything. It was riveting as shit, so much so that you forget you were even trying to prank him.

Graves - Doesn't even bother to react. Not really except for this one line: "Mm. He fuck you as good as I do, darlin'?" PHILLIP, PLEASE—

Valeria - Hits you with another Uno Reverse and calls you by the name of one of her exes. Thought you were being fucking cute with that prank, eh?

Roach - Wait, when did he receive a new callsign?

Keegan - Wasn't quite outwardly reactive but was mentally drafting a plan to find the bastard if only because they had an incredibly shitty name compared to his. Or something like that.

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ghosts-bandwagon · 1 year

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can you do one where the reader has *terrible* periods (im talkin cramps, headaches, while nine yeards) but does their best to push through them and how 141 + ale, rudy, and konig react to them <3 (also i really do like the way you did your masterlist its v neat and put together)

Literally me every month 😭 this one’s for the nightmare period squad, I love y’all and I’m right there with you (thank you love!) (I’m sorry for leaving Rudy and Ale out, it’s a little much for me I’m so sorry 😭)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s pretty attuned to you, he has a sense when something’s up, so he decides to keep an eye on you throughout the day

You’re sweating a little more than usual and looking a little clammy when you’re on the treadmill (hoping beyond hope that working out will help) (… it doesn’t)

He’s watching you during the briefing, your hands are clenching your abdomen, your breathing is a little irregular, and your left eye twitches occasionally. You’re masking your discomfort and you’re doing it well enough to fool everyone else but him. He sees you make a detour to the clinic on base and walk out with a small heated water bottle pressed against your stomach

He stops by your room to see that your usual coffee is replaced with peppermint tea, the lights are dim, and you’re sitting at your desk, curled over the table with paperwork scattered under your head. He announced himself with a knock and you bolted upright, you winced almost immediately

“Easy love, it’s just me.” He chuckled, “Doin’ alright?” He eyed the tea and turned the bottle of pills in his hand,

“Of course, always.” You we’re out of breath, “Why?”

“Don’t make me ask.”

“Ugh fine. It’s my period, I’m sorry.” He tossed the bottle in his hands at you and you caught it not very gracefully.

“Don’t be. You’ve done more in your state than most of them do normally. Just… take a rest. Take your meds. You’ve done enough.”

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

He doesn’t really notice, you’re unfortunately good at hiding your symptoms (save for the obvious bleeding and the wrappers in the trash)

Honestly he’s amazed you can go about your day so effortlessly with all that going on

He’s watching you catch up on some chores when he starts to notice the wince in your eyes when you move a certain way, you’re putting away laundry fresh from the dryer and pressing the warm clothes tightly against your lower abdomen

You’re in the kitchen and you’re massaging your temples, breathing heavily, leaning against the counter, shaking your head and continuing with your task

“Alright, bonnie, that’s enough. Let get you set up.”

“Johnny, baby, I’m fine.”

“Sure ya are, I’m just taking care of that fine arse for you since you won’t.” He winked at you, he walked you back to bed, grabbing your heating pad and menstrual relief pills from the bathroom.

“Take it easy, hen, let’s get some movies going, yeah?”

John Price:

He knows your tells. Not only because he lives with you and sees the wrappers in the trash, but because he can feel the shift

You start to take on tasks that you’d normally pass on, whether it’s to prove to him or yourself that you can muscle through it

You don’t need to prove anything to him sweetheart, he knows how strong you are, just let him take care of you

He tells you as much but you wave him away and continue with what you were doing

He gets a little frustrated because he knows you’re suffering, he knows how hard your periods hit you, just let him help you damn it

So he sets up a little trap, he asks you to help him in the bedroom, and being the big strong girl you are, you go in ready to help but he wrap you in a big blanket and swings you over his shoulder, he set you down on the bed, tucked under the blankets, half-heartedly glaring at him.

“Rest, darling, please.”

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He knows how bad your periods are and he doesn’t let you move an inch out of bed, he’s super doting, and he spoils you absolutely rotten

Even if you insist you can muscle through it, he won’t let you

Dishes need to be done? He’s got it. Groceries? Instacart that mf. Laundry? Say no more queen. Gotta make dinner? No you don’t.

He’s got your heating pad cranked up as high as you need it to be, your comfort show or movie is playing and he’s got your meds and some water ready for you when you need

Period care king tbh.

König:

Schatz please, you only make it worse, he knows that and you know that, but he’ll always remind you

He lets you press on about your day, doing whatever you can to distract yourself from the pain, but as soon as he sees you clutch your stomach and double over when you think he can’t see you, he steps

“Liebling, please you’re hurting me.”

“König, don’t start.” You sighed exasperated, he’s willing to deal with a lot but when it comes to your well-being, he doesn’t fuck around,

“Beg your pardon, schatz?”

Oops.

“Fine. Do your worst.” You relented, he smiled mockingly at you (not in a malicious way),

“That’s what I thought.”

You’re buried under blankets, your electric heating pad spread over your abdomen, water and medicine is on your nightstand, and you’re so grateful König knows you as well as he does.

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n3ptoonz · 6 months

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mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react when you ride them

this broadcast is brought to you by getting inspired from @dirtymortalkombatconfessions tysm for fueling my raunchy mind 🙏🏾 outworld guys here

all the guys here are submissive in these hcs cause i don't see it enough!!! and reader is GN

explicit content below the cut

Smoke

first of all it's his favorite position. nothing he loves more than holding his partner in his arms while they have power over him at the same time

HE. WHIMPERS. A LOT!!!!

CANNOT keep his hands still he's always massaging or caressing some part of your body

begs. he begs. if you stop moving? he will deadass start tearing up and whispering pleas all in your ear

hold his face while you do it. look him in the ideas and give him praise && give him kisses 😔 he's got enough shit from bi han and this the only way he properly relaxes 💔

Raiden

he's not very vocal at first, but he does sigh and grunt a lot

when he's vocal? he's not loud, but curses up a storm. his eyes get all hazy and glossed over too like you gotta tap him back to reality sometimes

he can get handsy but prefers to either keep his hands in place or have them restrained in some way

speaking of which if you do restrain his hands there's a good chance he'll start bucking once he's close and try to pull free. silly goose, we know how to tie knots around here!

if you get really close to his face like holding it or just looking at him he can and will just start mumbling about how good you make him feel/how you're the only one who makes him feel like this

Kung Lao

(turns on self indulgence beam) ahem taps mic is this thing on??

lao is a praise kink BITCH you understand??? and since he's full of himself he for sure will not shy away from whimpering and groaning loud as hell just to hear his own voice

you give him praise and BOOM suddenly it's upturned eyebrows and beads of tears at the corners of his eyes. he will ask you to repeat what you said over and over

once his pride wears out he's a begging mess like smoke. he's super handsy but in the way where he's acting like you're gonna disappear before he nuts. i cracking up at the thought of that

afterwords "did i do good?" or "was i a good boy?" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHG hey im normal don't give me that look. ALSO PLAY WITH HIS HAIR he's a sucker for it (glad i can say that now he's not bald)(love you mk11 lao i swear)

Kenshi Takahashi

oooo this sensual romantic ass man. sensual romantic ASS man (he likes ass)

he's not a loud guy or it's just rare. his hands aren't gonna go anywhere but your ass though. MAYBE your thighs, but it's always back to ass!

less on whimpering more on grunting but there's occasional cracks in his voice when feels really good. he only full on whimpers if you go fast and gets closer faster from the pace

please for the love of god leave some sort of marks on this man's neck. it drives him CRAZYYYY he'll be cursing like he's never done before especially cause he WILL return the favor

like raiden if you give his face more love especially around his eyes it's up for him you're going to be told how perfect and how good only you can make him feel for the next 72 hours

Johnny Cage

BRAT. he's a brat. Johnny John Carlton Cage is a B R A T

you will have to physically shut him up and that was his mission accomplished. don't let his hands be free either cause he'll keep trying to take control (and keep failing every single time)(again, this was allll part of the plan)

when he's completely helpless at your disposal...bottom bitch alert! whiny whimpering grunting sighing giggling you name it CENTRAL. he the type to whine about being restricted when it was literally his own idea in the first place

he's a praise kink bitch too i mean come on THE johnny cage ik you weren't expecting otherwise. tell him he's a good boy but also call him your bitch oh how he loves it

and by the way... record. everything. he'll watch those tapes back like they're old school vhs memories

Liu Kang

how you got a god to submit to you is beyond anyone's belief. but who cares?! drain that mf (balls)

he absolutely positively loves loves LOVES eye contact. you look him in the eyes long enough it's like your souls are fuckin too (literally that scene with him and titan kitana except you're looking down at him everybodyshutthefuckup)

give him a bunch of kisses pls pls pls he craves it he adores it CARNALLY. very very handsy man there's no part of you that goes untouched.

he's too calm to be loud but he does grunt and will have dragged out moans that result in a higher pitched tone

surprise, even a god could use some praise every now and then!!! he blushes the most whenever you call him perfect or tell him he's doing great even with all that's on his plate on the daily <3

Sub Zero

this stubborn fucker. just pull his hair and give him the same look he gives everybody and he's all yours cause then he'll look like this (i cannot stop referring to this picture)

in the privacy of your shared room (idc if this is ooc this is tumblr god damn it) he's a stuttering mess and cannot keep his hands off your hips and thighs for anything so prepare for those areas to have frostbite

there are times where his hands slide up your back when he's close, and by this time his furrowed brows and sharp gaze are completely gone. he's looking up at you like you've descended just to give him the ride of his life (bc you did obviously)

if he whimpers it's raspy and deep. he generally grunts and groans and a lot of profane language coming from them lips

however comma it's rare he'll shudder and whine like a lil bitch if he can't touch you oooo and he's a bucker too

Scorpion

last but certainly not least this sexy mf. i fully fully believe that he would not hesitate to submit to someone he's in love with (you hahaha)

you don't even need to pull his hair just glide your fingers through it he's set for life. he sighs and just smiles, you're so good to him

he's not very vocal but he certainly whines and has shallower breaths when he's close. when he looks up at you he has to try his hardest not to bust right there cause damnnn you fine as hail

thigh man thigh man thigh man. oh, did i say thigh man? i meant to say HE'S A THIGH MAN. and neck, like kenshi don't even think about getting up off of him without a bunch of marks on his neck and shoulders if ya feelin freekie

if you pull his hair he will cum. and you heard that from me.

ask box is open! <3

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mactavishsgfandwife · 4 months

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141 and Their Embarrassing Childhood Haircuts (HC)

just a silly idea i had about what funny haircuts the 141 boys would have been given as children (that they would definitely find embarrassing) and how they’d react to you seeing it simon’s is a little sad (☹️) but mostly just silly fluff not proofread because it’s wayy too long (oops)

his aunt leaves the both of you alone in the sitting room, on her way to procure some tea for you all. on your own in the room with him, you begin to wander around and inspect the mementos that line the walls. your fingers trace a trail along the top of the bookshelf and over the filing cabinet, before you turn your attention to the collection of little family photos on the mantelpiece.

mostly, they’re photos of relatives you don’t recognise - wedding photos, holiday snaps, the compulsory photo of a toddler in a bubble bath - but right in the middle is a small blue picture frame, with little angels painted around it and, well, the photo inside…

you burst into a fit of giggles and his head turns from the random bowl he was closely inspecting, on the side table next to his seat, to you.

"what is it?" he grins as he looks up at you, amused.

but when you turn the picture frame to him so that he can see, that entertained chuckle turns into an audible groan…

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

i feel like simon was definitely that kid in class when you were about 6 who had a shaved head

like, a little boy with a buzzcut that was never allowed to be grown out

si probably got some judgement as a little kid for looking a bit ‘rough’ :( when in reality he was just a normal, sweet kid who liked batman and angel delight (this cheap pudding from the 70s that we have in england which you mix with milk to make a mousse kind of thing, it’s lowkey so good and it’s random but i swear simon would have loved angel delight as a kid)

i reckon his dad buzzed his hair and probably wasn’t very gentle about it

a photo of simon as a little kid, in his blue primary school uniform. he’s got no hair - well, as close to no hair as you can get without actually razoring it off. gappy teeth, a big smile and the beginnings of adult si’s strong nose. he’s pretty cute, and the photo is a little yellowed from age, with a little tear in the corner.

"oh, god…" he groans, finding the photo a little humorous, "don’t remind me."

"you look so cute!" you laugh softly, "how old were you here..?"

"pfft… probably about 6 or 7," he shrugs, seeming a little dismissive.

"have you ever not had a buzzcut?"

"you’re not seeing those photos, love," he laughs out loud, and stands up to take the photograph from you.

he goes to put the photo back, to bring the focus of the conversation to something else, but for a second you think you almost catch his thumb gently stroke the cheek of the little boy in the photo, a momentary sadness in his eyes. but that’s only for a moment, and as he places the frame back into its proper place, he grins and turns to you.

"what, y’think it’s a good look? reckon it’d suit you, we could match."

Captain John Price

bowl cut.

i just imagine price’s mum placing a literal bowl on his head and just cutting around it, as he sits on a stool in the kitchen

and he would have turned up to school the next day feeling like such a handsome little boy because his mum had told him how smart he looked 😭 bless

a photo of price, wearing his scouts uniform with pride, turned slightly to the side to display the ‘merseyside scouts’ patch on his sleeve and the union jack on his chest - but the star of the show was that ungodly bowl cut on his head. it was like something out of an old yearbook photo, and he looked very pleased with himself and all his scouts badges, despite the medieval squire-esque trim. it was funny, but he was also a really cute kid.

"ah," he chuckled, standing up to get a better look, "blimey, what a haircut…"

"i like it! i think you should go back to this, honey. it’s a good look."

"i’m not so sure about that," he teases, "but if you really want me to…"

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

johnny is pretty energetic, i feel like he would definitely have cut his own hair as a kid - terrible fringes and very wonky moptops galore. and he definitely did it more than once.

imagine his mum is just making tea, having left him playing with some arts and crafts supplies. but when he runs in giggling, a pair of paper scissors in his hand, she screams and almost drops the saucepan. much to his amusement

"JOHNNY, DÈ RINN THU?!" (johnny, what have you done?!) as she chases him down the hallway to take the scissors away before he can do any more damage

it’s a photo of johnny, aged 5 or 6, beaming as he poses with the glasgow rangers goalkeeper allan mcgregor. you only know who he is because johnny’s mentioned once or twice before meeting the goalkeeper of some random scottish football team in 2002, as if he met brad pitt or the king of england.

at first, it looks like his hair was ruffled by the football player, but then you realise… it’s just cut like that? as johnny peeks over your shoulder, he laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"oh, i remember! best day of my life at the time. until I met you, that is," he grins.

"i like the haircut," you tease, pointing to his uneven fringe in the photo, with random patches of long and short hair scattered throughout.

"oh, aye, i was a little hairdresser!"

"don’t quit your day job," you smirk, gently placing the photo frame back down on the mantlepiece. he laughs at the cheeky grin appearing on your face, and shakes his head,

"aww, y’don’t like it? thought girlfriends were supposed to be supportive, y’know."

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

honestly i wasn’t sure what to write for gaz, given i don’t think he would be rocking the literal bowl cut or walking around bald at 5 years old

but like every victim of curly hair ever (i can relate) i bet he got something stuck in his hair 😭 whether that was comb, or gum, or something really random (once i genuinely got a live snake stuck in my hair lmfao)

"kyle, look!" you laugh, beckoning him over to look at the photo you found. when he sees it, he lets out a groan…

"god, my scalp still hurts from that…" he laughs softly, rubbing his head as he looks at the photo of himself at 8 or so years old. with a superman action figure stuck in his hair. how did that happen? honestly, who knows. his eyes are a little red, and his cheeks are shiny from tears, but it seems like he’d cheered up by the time the photo was taken, giggling at himself with a big smile on his face, as his mum desperately tried to untangle the mess he’d gotten himself into.

"how do you even do that?" you grin, feeling his hand resting on your back, his thumb gently rubbing up and down your spine. he shrugs, with a laugh.

"i really don’t know. had to embrace baldness for a bit, but i think i was more upset that superman got thrown in the bin. that was the real tragedy."

"aww… i’ll buy you a new one, if you like," you tease, just as his aunt returns with the tea.

this. took. YEARS. to write. 😭 and it’s miles long. thanks for reading!

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squishysoftmonsters · 9 months

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Triggers : Sexual Content/Themes [Mature +18 Minors /Ageless DNI]

💚TD Master Post💚

💚Charming Attraction? 💚

Taking a chance with this alien,a ride with teacups that went with the rhythm of human intimacy was your first stop. Faint gurgles escaped the cups.

The name of the ride was scrawled in a language that was'nt exactly English. It was like a messed up type of Braille.

Alien : [chortles] The Humpycups?

You : [laughing] Humpywhat?

Alien : [chortles] Says here,calm monsters live in these cups and react with the warmth and heat scent of a rider. Each session with a creature can be pre set to your liking via the attendant. It also says commando is preferred but not recommended.

He nudged you with a smirk.

You : [chortles]Gross!You have to be naked in this amusement park? I can't.

He shrugged at you and removed his garnments while you pulled yours to where the fabric was the shape of your limbs.

Alien : I'm game for some tentacles to go down on me in one of those cups. Don't be shy.

You blushed at the size of the genital slit on your friend,innocent mind going to the dark side about his dong..the thickness and length it was,hoping he'd say yes to helping with internal decoration if you asked.

Attendant : Are you ready to interact with the cup creatures?

You : [blushing] Yes. But is it true that you have to go naked?

Attendant : If you'd like to tease the cup creatures,it's not required.

You : Phew..

Attendant : How long would you like to spend with them?

You : Uhh..I don't know maybe 5 minutes max.

Attendant : [chuckles] Alright.

Alien : [shrugs] Same.

Attendant : Please watch your step,and be safe.

Both : We will.

You heard the chittering sounds amongst the creatures as they listened to you both enter,carefully stepping into a cup and making yourself comfortable.

You : Hello there.

You stifled giggles as it started by tickling your parts with it's mushy tentacles. Aware of your heat,the creature wanted to toy with you some by slowly and surely doing away with your garnments,rubbing and grabbing.

A warm and fuzzy feeling washed over you as it sucked your tongue and licked your nipples

The cup monster grew engorged as it lubricated itself,giving stretches that made you see planets and begin drooling losing all sense of self. Your insides were being bullied by this tough creature,and you loved every moment!

It happily gaped you,squealing delightfully while holding the back of your neck,making little moans pushing against it's manic thrusts that squelched with every push. It squeaked more as your backside clenched down on the said tentacle.

Your eyes watered and glazed as the cup creature's tentacle numbed your throat,so you would'nt choke or gag as you sucked it awhile. To hear your orgasmic cries,it released your mouth,overjoyed with how you screamed and jizzed all over it.

In the other cup,you heard muffled groans from your friend as he was suspended and every orifice was plugged with a creamy tentacle of massive size. They both screamed in bliss after a monster orgasm between both parties.

After the ride was finished,you both stumbled out of your cups,bodies racked with pleasure from being pounded to the point of no return by nymphomaniac cups. The creatures were carefully washed afterward by the managers of the ride. They were angered,as they liked your scent and against being bathed.

You : [tired] That was fun.

Alien : [dazed] Who's the year and what's the President?

You : What? [chortles]

The attendants helped you both out of the ride. None of the aliens gave you weird looks or stares as walking around naked in the otherworldly Disneyland was pretty much normal. You held in a giggle as one of the games was called Lord of the Shlongs.

Alien : The idea is to use your assets to fling these clay discs,knocking down the targets. Well I think my john is mighty enough.

You : [laughs] Ewww.

Alien : I could do bicep curls with it if you want.

You : [chuckles] No.

The prizes were weird but adorable in their own way. Among them a plush human penis,balls and even a vagina. The newest prize was a giant hemipenis. Intimidated by the mini game,your chest and down below wasn't strong enough to throw anything.

Alien : No worries,I'll get you a prize.

You found yourself almost fainting at the strength and accuracy of your friend's dong as he took out several of the targets. After 20 targets,he claimed the Hemipenis plush,presenting it to you as a gift.

You both booked the night at a hotel after enjoying some of the sexual themed rides and mini games. Creature Endurance was one of them. You're tied down and triple penetrated by theme park owned and well cared for monsters of various dong sizes for several minutes.

You managed to handle a 12..but gave up at 13. After a shower,you lied in bed next to your friend,poking his leashed endowment which changed color with every poke.

You : Is that how you stay young?[giggles]

Alien : There's no such thing as oversexed and overstretched. So yes.

You straddled him and ran your fingers through his hair.

Alien : [chortles] It's about time. I dont have 4 eyes for nothing.

His mushy manhood wormed it's way into your booty hole.

You : [giggles] What are you doing?

Alien : It needs warming.

You began riding him.

You : [softly] What's your name anyway?

Alien : [huffs] Does it matter?

He kissed your forhead while squishing your buttcheeks with his hands,then kissed your lips. You giggled as his tongue went down your throat,but did'nt choke,as the saliva on his tongue relaxed the uvula,the muscle responsible for gag reflex.

As you kissed him,you continued giggling,the deeper he went into your backside.

Alien : You're still very tight.

You : I just sprang back into place I guess.

You liked the alien boy very much. His carefree attitude made it all the more better. He bit his lip.

Alien : Not if I loosen you up again.

You laughed,burying your face in his medium sized honkers. He spanked your booty as you began to bounce on his shlong.

Alien : [growls] You won't be the same once I'm done. I'm gonna stuff you and fill you with cream.

You were excited about what was next 💚

#squishylovers #smut imagine #monster smut #terato #gender neutral reader #alien fucker #tentacles #tentacle nsft #monster fucker #alien romance #alien smut

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lovelyjj · 6 months

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"Please, speak to me." from the prompt list? love your work btw<3

a/n: i got two requests for the same prompt so I decided to write two stories instead of one. sorry it’s so short.

———

The night sky was dark. The air was cold and chilly. You were walking to the château to see JJ. Normally, JJ would never let you walk alone at night but he was busy with John B and couldn’t walk you.

You didn’t mind it was fine. You were enjoying your walk when the sidewalk in front of you was illuminated. The headlights of the car that pulled up next to you were bright.

Soon, you recognized the truck belonged to Rafe. He was stopping right next you and he rolled his window down.

“Hey there missy,” Rafe called out.

“What do you want Rafe?” You responded, but you kept walking causing Rafe to drive up to keep in sync with you.

“I just wanted to talk to you about us,” Rafe drawled.

“There is no us,” you retorted.

“But there once was,” Rafe added.

You and Rafe had a history. It was way before you and JJ started dating. It was a casual fling but Rafe always made it sound like it was more.

“That was along time ago,” you counter.

“Yeah maybe but if you don’t tell your boy I will,” Rafe smiled maliciously.

“Why are you being like this?” you asked.

“Like what sweetheart?” Rafe smirked.

“Like an asshole.”

“Ouch. Somebody’s in a sour mood.”

“Go home Rafe.”

Rafe stopped his car and got out. He ran out to you. “Y/N!”

You kept walking faster.

“Y/N, stop!” Rafe reached out his hand and got ahold of your arm pulling you back.

“What?” you growled.

“I just don’t want you to forget we had something too.” Rafe looked into your eyes searching for emotion, anything but found nothing but annoyance.

“I’m not going to ask you again, leave!”

By some miracle Rafe drove off after a few unsuccessful attempts to get your attention. You were pissed off and now you had to be around your boyfriend. If you didn’t put on an act you’d be questioned. You didn’t want to explain to JJ your interaction with Rafe.

You also were aware of the fact that Rafe was gonna tell JJ about the two of you if you didn’t do so first. That fact and the fact that Rafe still tries to talk to you made you want to have a meltdown.

Finally, you arrived at the château, dreading the conversation you were about to have. When you walked into the château JJ could tell something was wrong.

“Hey what’s up? You made it, thank god.” JJ acknowledged.

“Yeah I’m here. Just tired.”

“Do you want anything to eat?” JJ asked.

“No thanks I’m ok.”

JJ could sense that there was something bothering you and he couldn’t figure it out.

“What’s wrong?” JJ questioned.

“Nothing.”

“Please, speak to me,” JJ begged.

“JJ I can’t,” you replied.

“Yes you can just talk to me I know something’s wrong.” JJ tried to keep his voice calm as he wanted you to tell him all your troubles.

“Alright fine. I ran into Rafe on my walk here,” your voice was shaky.

“That son of a bitch, what did he do to you?” JJ spoke protectively.

“Nothing he just talked with me,” you put your lips together forming a tight line.

“Oh. Well what did he say?”

“There’s something I haven’t told you and I don’t know how your gonna react,” you hesitated.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything,” JJ soothed.

“Well um me and Rafe sorta had a thing way before our relationship,” you cringed hoping JJ didn’t take this the wrong way.

“How serious was it?”

“It was a little serious, but nothing compares to us, to you.”

“As much as I hate the idea of you with Rafe, I’m glad you told me. I appreciate it.” JJ let himself smile.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You gave JJ a look of apology.

“No worries baby, Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, like a weight has been lifted off me.”

“Good.”

“I love you,” you spoke sincerely.

“I love you too.”

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hihhasotherfixations · 2 months

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Okay I love your John hates kisses on the corner of his mouth post and the follow up!

How do you think he’d react to the reader doing the trend where you wipe away your s/o’s kiss?

Oh you’ve decided to hop on the pain train I see.

There is different ways this can go.

Him being aware of the trend is the best scenario. He’d just roll his eyes and pull you in, calling you a brat before kissing you again, making sure you can’t wipe it off this time ;3

However, if he is not aware and it comes out of the blue? He’s hurt. There’s no other way around it.

It takes a lot for John to get to the point in a relationship where he feels secure enough to show affection (betrayal and distrust have been on the forefront his entire life. It just takes him a while to warm up. But oh boy when he does). And wiping away his kiss, it hurts.

He’d lean away, asking what’s wrong and why you did that, a frown on his face. If you’re grinning/smirking, he’ll get annoyed. Because to him, he just wanted to show he loves you and instead you reject it and are practically laughing in his face about it (how he sees it). He’ll definitely demand an explanation or else be upset with you.

He won’t get mad, he’ll simply carry the hurt with him. If not resolved, it will fester. If you do it again, things will go very wrong, as there is always that little seed of doubt in his brain that he doesn’t deserve a good thing such as love, he’s done too much evil in his life. And that will confirm it for him.

While he is a strong man. Everyone has their weaknesses. And for John, self-doubt quickly turns into self-harm. Not in a physical sense, but he tears himself apart in his mind. Picking on every single one of his flaws and errors and unraveling them until it’s too much to handle or detangle. He will hyperfocus on every mistake he made that might make you - his love and partner - turn against him. His thoughts will take over to the point where he will be short with you and almost push you into the role his mind is so convinced you now take.

However, on the other side, if you wipe away his kiss and - instead of grin or smirk - just not react beyond that, he’ll think you’re mad at him.

He’ll be hurt, yeah, and confused because as far as he knows, he didn’t do anything wrong. But this man will do what he can to get to the bottom of it, turning you towards him, his brows creased in worry as he tries to get you to talk. Refuse and he’ll just keep pestering you, keeping you by his side all day until you break.

If you act completely normal, saying nothing is wrong when he asks, smiling and just being your normal self. He is especially confused. And he’s still not letting you leave his side. You can’t escape him. His worry will continue to eat at him and he won’t stop until he gets an answer. Communication is important to him in a relationship.

(That or he thinks it’s because he smoked recently. So he might brush his teeth and try again, hoping you’ll not wipe his kiss away this time.)

Now. If you reveal it was a trend, expect a grumpy Price.

“I can’t do shit anymore. Not even kiss my partner normally.” Spoken in a rumble while he has his arms crossed.

Please go make it up to him. Press short kisses on his face, kiss him to show you do actually want his affection and love and he’ll forgive you rather quickly.

Unless you smirked and did it to him twice. Then the hurt has festered a little deeper than in the moment surface level. Just go talk to him. It’s the best solution. Have a good heart to heart, he’ll forgive you in the end. Again though, give him kisses. Slow and sweet will win him back.

As self-assured and confident as he is, even he needs reassurance.

#hih answers #Is this turning into a kisses saga?#feels like it kek #john price x reader #captain john price #captain john price x reader #price x reader #john price #cod x reader

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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Well, I had an idea for you, and if besides yandere wally there is another yandere for the reader... The reader before meeting Wally had a Yandere in real life who pursued them and who still pursues him.

How would Yan! Wally react to another yandere? What if that other yandere kidnapped the reader before wally took them?

( this yandere you can choose the characteristics of what type of Yandere they are )

Tysm for the request I’ll make this a little darker than the rest of my fic’s so hope you enjoy 💖

⚠️Warning: Unhealthy relationships

“ Dearest!” His voice rang in it throughout the empty house.

“ In the kitchen!” You replied knowing your clingy boyfriend would panic if he couldn’t see you.

You learned that the first month after being with him. He was always such a good friend to you you’ve known him since you were born. He was always so kind and anxious but as soon as you got into a relationship he was even more anxious. Always so worried about you always reluctant to leave you home alone. Always just so overbearingly caring. Sure it was sweet how much he cared but you just wanted some space every once in a while. Everytime you tried to get some space he would start having a breakdown.

Stating you must hate him, you nuts not even love him, you just do t want him in your life at all. You didn’t but you hated how much he would cry. And so on to avoid this you just stopped trying to have space. Stopped asking to call or parents, friends, or even anyone you knew. Just to avoid him panicking. Sure this was an oddly normal occasion but you loved him. You loved him right?

You and him were out in town at the moment. His arm wrapped around your waist in an almost too tight grip. People were even staring at you seeing your discomfort.

“ John, you’re hurting me could you loosen your grip please.” You asked .

“ Oh no! Dear, I would but I don’t want to lose you in this big crowd you’re too precious for me to lose honey.” He said tightening his grip.

You wanted to say something but didn’t. Not wanting to upset him. Throughout the whole way home you just dealt with his right grip sure it bothered you. But as soon as you got home he apologized.

” I’m so sorry honey are you upset? Please don’t be upset with me! I love you. I love you so much my precious dear.” He said constantly kissing you from your wrist to cheek murmuring praises.

With his hot breath fanning your ears you gulped blushing. Even as you indulged into his sweet promises you had failed to notice the peering black pupils glaring at your lover. Almost sneering as you watched you press a kiss to his cheek. Oh how he wished that was him. Kissing you all over worshiping your skin from head to toe as you deserved. God you’re just so perfect and sweet.

After he constantly praised you he finally stopped at the suggestion of watching Tv. You had put on The Notebook. You had cried all night and fallen asleep on the couch. Your lover had decided to go onto bed leaving you on the couch half asleep.

Rubbing your sore eyes after crying you looked up at the TV while it emptily stared at you. Why not watch something else maybe it’ll help you feel better. As you clicked the on button the screen blinded you with its bright display. While trying to adjust your eyes the first thing they adjusted on was this yellow puppet. He had swirly navy blue hair, red scarf on his neck, a blue sweater, and rainbow pants his color scheme was oddly very pleasing to your eyes making you smile as the character gently spoke. It was a nice thing to hear since the only voice you ever heard screamed at you. It seemed to be a kids show from its childish aesthetic. You sniffed happily at how cute it all seemed. Julie and Frank were your favorite duo so far. The extroverted friend who’s always happy and the introvert who’s obsessed with moths. A trope you never knew you needed but here you are.

As the show continued you couldn’t help but get drawn towards Wally. It was just something about him that made you smile. Could it be the bright colors? Perhaps his gentle voice? You didn’t know but it brought you some joy so it didn’t matter. As the show continued you couldn’t help but get drawn towards Wally. It was just something about him that made you smile. Could it be the bright colors? Perhaps his gentle voice? You didn’t know but it brought you some joy so it didn’t matter.

“_____! Dearest where are you?” His voice rang out.

You hurriedly answered and turned the TV off getting up brushing dust off your clothes. How is it mornings already wasn’t it just midnight? Oh well you must have gotten so infatuated with the show you lost track of time

It was once again late at night but you were alone again with your computer. It’s been ages but you just had to! Ever since you watched that show you’ve been hooked! There was even a website fully dedicated to the show. And Wally was on there. Wally was most definitely your favorite. The website even had him interact with the viewer. It was adorable little thing. You even found others who enjoyed it too. But whenever you would talk about Wally interactions you had everyone seemed confused. It was odd.

“ So dear what have you been doing?” Your boyfriend asked as you were happily watching an episode of Welcome Home.

“ Oh it’s nothing just this show I found.” You replied eyes glued onto he screen displaying Wally.

“ You’ve been doing obsessing over that show for a while why not give it a break plus it’s for kids isn’t it?” they told you.

“ Yes…but I just got invested in it. You know what I’m tired I’m going to go ahead and get some sleep.” You said yawning as they rolled their eyes.

“ The hell do they even watch this for it’s a fucking baby’s show.” He angrily nagged while he watched welcome home.

“ You know neighbor I don’t think you’re being very nice.” Wally smiled at him through the screen.

“ Wow I have great timing. Heh… what the fuck is the TV doing.” He arched his browl as it started to glitch out.

If only he knew the horrors of what Wally had planned for him.

“ Oh no no neighbor it isn’t the TV. Ha ha ha! You’re so funny~!” Wally smiled.

As you went to the living room you first noticed the TV gone. It made you panic seeing that your only comfort was now gone.

“ John! Were’s the TV?” You panicked trying to find him.

“ Oh, don’t worry the TV had decided to start glitching out so I got rid of it. Plus you’ve been watching too much TV either way dear.” He said with a kiss to your cheek.

“ Oh no…it was working fine last night. Do you think you could get us another one. Johnny?” You told him trying to butter him up for a possible new TV as you rubbed circles onto his chest.

“ Well, I was planning on getting a new one either way.” He blushed as you clinged onto him.

As you tried to butter him up you hadn’t noticed the envious eye’s glaring at the man. You then kissed his cheek hugging him out of glee for a new TV.

You waved him goodbye as you bounced with glee knowing that you’ll finally get a new TV. Sure your old one was glitchy and you have been asking him countless times for a new one. And it finally happened! Things have been going so well lately you hope it never ends.

As you were about to fix yourself something to eat a sudden familiar voice. It was a bit muffled but out of curiosity you had decided to go and check it out. It sounded as if it was in your basement. Wow the most basic white move in any horror movie. As you went down the stairs you had soon seen the TV John said was broken and glitching out. But it was still plugged up down here. And Wally was displaying onto it with no glitching.

“ Hello Neighbor how are you?” He asked with a tilt to his head.

You chuckled rolling your eyes as you replied just for some fun since you were alone.

“ I’m doing great how about you?” You giggled.

As time went on Wally seemed to feel as if he was more alive by the moment. As you chatted with the puppet while he mysteriously answered on point. You had begun to wonder where the other characters were. Usually Julie and Frank were to show up by now. As you asked he all the sudden seemed a bit off.

“ Oh, don’t worry about them. Just focus on me for now ok? I have a surprise for you!” He said.

Ok this was weird now. He is actually responding to you not just some scripted shit no he was having a full on conversation with you. How did you not notice this. Everytime you saw him on screen you would just blank out. It was weird how much little awareness you would have.

“ Aren’t you excited?” He asked as you nodded not saying anything.

“…WALLY! I told you to wait!”John screened startling you.

“ Awww, Jealous? I’m sorry they were just so adorable this morning I couldn’t help myself neighbor.” He sighed looking down onto you through the TV.

“ What…what did you two do?” You voice shook.

They had then explained the occurrence of their first meeting. John had decided to see what you liked about Wally’s show so much. And as he was about to get rid of the TV everything went down hill from there. But they both eventually came to an agreement. It would be so much better if they just shared you. For instance while John wasn’t there you would be able to be accompanied by Wally. And when he was there they could both just have you to themselves. A wonderful idea right?

“ Aww, don’t be scared! It’ll be fun I swear my dear.” John said holding you close to place a kiss on your cheek.

“ But how would-” he then pressed a finger to you shushing you “ We’ll figure it would dear right now all that matters is you.” He sighed.

“ You always smell so goood! God Dear you’re just so perfect aren’t you?” He praised as you shook.

“ Oh don’t brag John!” Wally pouted crossing his arms.

“ Now who’s the jealous one? I mean just look at them so perfect, so just so beautiful, and so cute~. Sometimes I wonder if I could just eat you up. God you’d be such a sweet delectable treat dear.” He mewled almost drooling as he tilted your head up.

“ Oh stop it! You’re teasing the poor thing they can bearly speak.” Wally said.

Oh geez what is happening?!

Hello and hope you all enjoyed! Writers block is trying to get the best of me I swear but I had so much fun writing this. Hope you’re all having a good day/night or that it gets better!

Tysm for the request hope it was was up to your liking!

Sincerely- Cup1dT3a 💌

#wally darling #gender neutral reader #yandere wally darling #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home

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geneslovee · 10 months

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now that you’ve seen the really gay season 6 episode (11 i think??) please give us all your thoughts

oh season 6 episode 11? oh the one where wilson says gregory house will you marry me? oh yeah i reacted normal to it

honestly though what i took away from it most is that everyone who told me ‘house’ isn’t queerbait and they weren’t trying to cater to gay people with this medical drama was just wrong because no way did the producers not catch wind of hilson among the fans because why else would they dedicate an episode entirely to how their two male leads are perceived as gay and then have them act gay on purpose including a fake proposal….. because that familiar scent took me back to johnlock and me in 2015 when john kept talking about the gay rumours spread about them idk. if not queerbait then fanservice but either way they knew what they were doing!

what really absolutely wrecked me though happened a few episodes later, in 6x16, my feelings about which are summed up here

that was 100000000 times gayer to me because it was real and genuine and describes their relationship so sufficiently and says things both about it and themselves as characters. in the short sequence of that final scene we see house smile wider and longer and more sincerely than we have in the 6 seasons prior. and wilson doing what he did, buying something special for his friend, when that friend kept trying to get him to buy something for his own self, just says so much. he was told to do something for himself and chose to make his friend happy. that’s james wilson

oh and this killed me obviously. what else is there to say about their friendship, that’s just it summed up in one scene

#house md #house #hilson #Gregory house #james wilson #anon asks #gene talks

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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Hey, don't know if you want more requests but here's this. Task force 141 reacting to their daughter grumpily trudging up to them saying some boy at their school won't take no for and answer and "apparently you're scarier than I am so could you please make him go away?" They're just bitter that their dad is more intimidating.

task force 141 + protecting their daughters

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: hmmm i don't normally like writing family au's but in the spirit of growth here we are (and it's not so bad lol)

simon "ghost" riley:

okay so i don't think it's a surprise that if simon found out some guy was harassing his kid at school he would flip out

are we surprised that simon is a super protective dad?

no. not at all.

you would probably have to physically stop him from trying to find out everything about the harasser so he could go beat him up

because lord knows if left unattended he would do exactly that

he has his own experience with people taunting and harassing him as a child and simon wants his kid's childhood to be polar opposites with his own

and this annoying boy at school is a threat to that

and simon's literally been trained to take out threats guys let's be fr

after he manages to cool down he ends up going to pick up his daughter from school and he has her point out who the guy who's giving her trouble is

he doesn't even have to say anything because as soon as this little snot sees ur kid pointing at him with simon staring daggers at him he's two seconds away from peeing his pants

and it's for good reason too because keep in mind this is like a 3'2 child (i don't actually know how tall children are) compared to a 6'4, probably over 200 pounds of muscle, simon with a death glare that's sent shivers down grown men's backs

i mean this kid has no chance sorry dude

definitely turns around and immediately sprints away

and what do you know the next day the snot-nosed turd doesn't even look at your kid except for terrified peeks in her direction

but you know simon still wishes he got to talk with (re: beat up) the kid

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so soap tries to solve things with humor so when he finds out some turd is harassing his daughter the first thing he does is try to make her feel better with some jokes

"geez that kid's a real idiot, how'd he pass first grade?"

"don't let it affect you, sweets, you're too good to be worried about someone who spends 90% of their brainpower on stupid things."

basically soap will trash talk this kid

and yk what same so i can't even blame him

when his daughter asks soap to deal with the kid, he definitely pats her on the back and says something like "i'll see what i can do" and then takes her out for ice cream

soap desperately wants to be the favorite parent so he's hesitant about going all "this kid must be stopped and i will do anything to ensure justice is served" in front of his daughter

definitely calls the school to get a better read on what's going on and then goes to talk to the parents themselves

and unfortunately soap doesn't exactly have ghost's height to help him intimidate people but one thing soap does have is massive muscles

that being said he doesn't want to go full intimidation mode so he tries to breach the topic lightly with the parents

but he will put his foot down if needed

he also insists on talking to the kid and when he does you know he threatens him in the nicest also most vaguest way possible to try and protect himself from any guilt

and although his methods may be questionable they work because the next day the snot-nosed turd apologizes to his daughter

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so honestly i can see gaz as the kind of parent who preaches being kind and talking things out

but he's also definitely ready to throw hands if some loser is harassing his kid

now unfortunately for gaz he is not very intimidating

i mean he's tall but other than that there's not much

what can i say he has too many pretty genes to look intimidating

definitely will threaten the kid with a smile on his face though

like he's the kind of guy to sorta smile through it and pretend he's having a great time but his words are saying something else

like once he finds out he'll make his daughter show him who the loser is while he walks her to school

and then he'll pull him aside and tell him that he needs to stop talking to his daughter or else it's not gonna be pretty

and even though there's a smile on his face there's something unsettling about it that has the boy unnerved

and so that day at school he's definitely trying to avoid her

and after that he stops being a problem

john price:

alright price is a certified dilf and he's also super duper protective

especially over his daughter

as soon as hears that someone is harassing her he is seeing red

unlike simon though there's no threat of him doing something rash

definitely will have to go outside and smoke a cigar though

he'll ask his daughter who the guy who's harassing her is and will then find out where he lives

and he'll ask you to talk your daughter out for ice cream and a movie and while you're gone he goes to pay the harasser a little visit

i mean when it comes to protecting his daughter price is stone cold

i mean he is more than ready to threaten this kid if he even dares to look in her direction

and he will make sure the kid knows he's serious about it too

and price will only say things once so god forbid the kid doesn't learn his lesson

if so then um

the kids gonna miss a lot of school is all im gonna say

will then pick you guys up from ice cream and a movie and ask how it was

and will tell his daughter that everything's taken care of and to let him know if the kid tries anything again

and then the next day the kid literally refuses to look at your daughter

so mission accomplished

alejandro vargas:

alright so honestly i feel like alejandro is lowkey really intimidating

like idk it's that one smile he does that's sorta unsettling if you're not viewing it through a "omg he's so hot he's my babygirl i love him" lense

so to kids he can be scary when he wants to

when he finds out someone is harassing his daughter he absolutely flips out

one thing about alejandro is he definitely has a short fuse when it comes to people disrespecting stuff he cares about

also with the cartel and stuff he's very very concerned about his daughter's well-being and how she grows up

he wants to keep her seperate from all the violence of his workplace as long as possible so he tries to keep his cool in front of her

but it's pretty obvious how mad he is (as he should)

he makes his daughter point out who the kid is the next time he picks her up from school and then tells her to wait in the car while he deals with him

since it's in public he can't really do anything drastic but he can still be really scary

like he is not afraid to show this kid a glimpse of a gun to let him know that he means business

and maybe it's kinda sadistic but he wants this kid to be wetting his pants as retribution for what he did to his daughter

and you know what it worked because when alejandro returns the car he gives her a kiss on the top of her head, tells her he's proud of her for talking to him about this, and then drives away before she can see the kid crying with a wet spot on his pants

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

ok you guys know i love rudy but we have to face the facts

he just simply is not intimidating

i mean have you seen that clip of him yelling "special forces!" as he breaches that house in texas?

im sorry but he's just too cute it doesn't work out

but just because he's not intimidated doesn't mean he can't deal with his kid's problems

he absolutely loves his daughter and wants the best for her so when he finds out someone's harassing her he's less mad and more sad that she's going through this

he definitely will make sure she is okay at first and then take her on a day out just to make sure she's happy

and then he'll speak to her teacher to try and get a better feel of what's going on

at first he would probably let the teacher handle it because unlike some of the others he's on the fence about threatening a kid

but if the teacher proves to be incapable then he will take things into his own hands

he'll pull the kid aside and try and tell him nicely to back off and stop harassing his daughter

and if that still doesn't work then the serious voice comes out and you can just tell he's ready to throw hands

which honestly is kind of intimidating in and of itself because it's such a contrast to his normal behavior

and then the next day the kid apologized and then spent the rest of the year giving his daughter plenty of space

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maryangelex · 4 months

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Hey Loveeee🫶🏾

maybe you could write something typically classic like: How would the cod characters react if (Y/n) is harassed at a party.

(doesn't matter who you write about, but please don't forget Soap 🤭)

hello my lovely thank you for your request!!

how could i forget soap?!?! in fact, that man is going first!!!

Soap would be the type to pretend to be your boyfriend to save you from some weirdo at the bar. he'd spot you across the bar with some pea-brained bloke all over you, practically slobbering on you and spitting out drunken words at you. you're so obviously in distress that even a handful of beers deep, and soap couldn't be more furious. the next thing you know, you have a burly arm wrapped around your shoulders, a warm palm holding your shoulder with a reassuring grip.

"made a new friend, hen? didnae think to introduce him to your boyfriend?" the scot's eyes are meeting yours with a knowing look. normally you'd think someone like this would be even more of a creep, but soap's look let you know he was on your side. and if pretending to be this stranger's girlfriend would get this perv off you then so be it.

Gaz, however, has a more skilled approach. canonically gaz has expertise in vip protection, and he'd treat you as such. the minute he spots you with a drunken creep harassing you he's on the move. he'd step behind the guy, giving him a few rough pats on his back.

"right, bruv, think's time for you t'get goin', yeah?" and when the guy doesn't budge, his grip on back of his shirt tightens to drag him out of the pub like a mangy dog. of course, just because gaz is tactical doesn't mean he isn't suave. he'd have those charming brown eyes on you, making sure you know he's there to keep these flies from buzzing around you, and he'd make sure to shoot you a wink before escorting the fucker out like he's telling you "no worries, i'm right here."

Price has a similar strategy, he's a gentleman after all. he'd see you struggling to slip away from the fucker, whose hands are against the wall with his arms caging you in place. in no time he's next to you, using his tall stature and bulky body to interject. a firm hand is on his chest as he's pushing him back away from you.

"think i heard 'er tell you to fuck off, 'right mate?" his voice is like gravel and thunder, but the look and the comforting smirk he gives you as he looks over his shoulder to you lets you know you're in good hands. you hate when a man speaks for you but if it's john price, he can put more than words in your mouth, phew!!

Now, Ghost, is a man of few words compared to the other three. a man his size doesn’t really need to do much talking to get the point across anyway…so when he sees you being harassed across the pub, he appears like a specter behind the guy bothering you. the man is so large he casts a shadow over you like a cloud full of rain and thunder. you’re honestly a bit terrified yourself because now you have this massive black-clad man towering over this and yourself! all it takes to get this guy tucking his tail between his legs and running is a rumbling growl deep in ghost’s chest. but the gentle giant isn’t gonna let you carry out your night thinking he’s as evil as he is big, he’s a good guy and that why he buys you a drink, politely of course ;)

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mizjoely · 2 months

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Three Ways It Could Have Happened (and One Way It Did)

For Day 2 of Sherlolly Appreciation Week: Shared Look/Canon Divergent Idea. On AO3 here.

He meets her gaze, his expression wary, hers hopeful, and opens his mouth to force the distance between them to remain. Opens his mouth to pretend he misunderstands her, to order coffee - black, two sugars - but then he stops. Thinks, rapidly as he always does, calculating, extrapolating, wondering at his own reasons for doing so. And then he opens his mouth again and says simply, Yes, sounds excellent, that small cafe by the north entrance after your shift? And her smile is dazzling, and he knows he's made the right choice.

He meets her eyes across the room; she's wearing a dress he's never seen before, black with sparkly straps and a twee bow in her hair and he thinks with surprise, oh, she's lovely. In the background Gavin is ogling her and even John and his latest soon-to-be ex-girlfriend and Mrs Hudson are admiring her but none of them understand the profoundness of that moment. Of Molly bravely baring a form usually kept under wraps, a gift presented and all for - him? Surely not? He glances at the bag, at the carefully wrapped gift at the top and he thinks, Yes. For me.

And he walks over to her, automatically shutting off his mobile, and he takes her hand and he leans forward and kisses her cheek (everyone is staring, staring as he does so) and he murmurs, Merry Christmas Molly Hooper and ends his years of standoffish solitude with a single smile and a second, far less innocent kiss.

He meets her eyes, his sparkling with appreciation of his own wit, hers disapproving, and his smile vanishes. Chastened, he turns back to his train-obsessed informant and eventually the entire case is unravelled to his satisfaction. But he can't stop thinking about that shared look, how she'd chastened him without speaking a single word, her disapproval so obvious that even an idiot (and he's not an idiot, no matter what his brother says) could see it.

It nags at him, that look, until finally he's driven to ask John, of all people, why he had reacted to it. He normally ignores such looks or remains blithely unaware of them, and John just shrugs and says, guess you've changed a bit since you got back, not such a bad thing, and those words strike him like a blow.

He goes to her flat and asks if the ring she's been given is meant to be permanent; he's seen how loosely she wears it, why not get it sized? And she shrugs and tries to look away but he sees the truth in those warm brown eyes, and he makes a decision. Reaching out, he takes her hand; she lets him, watching quietly as he slips the ring from her finger and places it on the table where she keeps her handbag and keys, saying nothing as he keeps hold of her with one hand and reaches for her mobile with the other. Call him, he tells-asks-demands of her. Tell him it's over. Please, Molly - And lets out a soft sigh of relief when she does.

He meets her gaze, although she can't see him doing so. He opens his mouth and speaks. I-I love you, he says, hesitant and unsure. Realization widens his eyes. I love you, he says a second time, wondering and almost awed at the truth in his own words. And when she repeats those words, so soft and broken-sounding, he could weep at his own ignorance. Wilful ignorance of what has been right in front of him all the time. When his sister's games are over, he vows as he stares at the remains of a smashed coffin, chest heaving with anger-guilt-terror, he'll repeat those words a third time.

And Molly will never have to question whether or not he means them.

#sherlollyweek2024 #mizjoely writes #mizjoely's fics #sherlolly

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ghoulystay · 10 months

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No.

Featuring: Simon "Ghost" Riley and Y/N (Female) Female reader.

Smut. Flashbacks. Memories. Bad news. Reunited.

18 and over!!

You hear a faint knock on the door. You look through the peep whole and see two soldiers standing there. Your heart began feeling heavy when you noticed what one of the soldiers was holding in his hands. His mask.

You don't know how to react. Your heart sunk a million miles. You try not to cry, but you know what they came to tell you. You open the door, and you feel like you've been holding your breath. The two soldiers look at you. "Ma'am, we're so sorry to break this news to you. Ghost is no longer." You feel your knees weak as you fall to the floor, tears streaming down your cheeks. The soldier kneels down to you, trying his best to reassure you. "Here's his mask, Ma'am, and also, this was found in his pocket." It was a necklace with a ring. You gave him the ring a year after you both began dating. He had also gifted you one that you wore on your finger. You take the mask and necklace from the soldier. Before the soldier was about to leave, you stopped him. "Wait, um.. how..." You couldn't finish the sentence. You didn't want to say it out loud. "He was KIA, Ma'am. I'm very sorry." You were in disbelief. You didn't want to believe any of it. "This can't be true!" You yelled out. The soldier looked back at you one last time before leaving. "Look, you're more than welcome to speak to the captain Ma'am." They both drove away from your home. You stand in the driveway, looking at the car drive away. You pull out your cellphone from your back pocket and scroll through the contacts. You couldn't help but feel disbelief but also anger, you couldn't understand it. You look at the contact and press the call button. Captain Price.

The next morning.

You meet up with Price at the base. You step into his office, and there he is, sitting at his desk waiting patiently for your arrival. You approach the desk. He stands. "Y/N, have a seat." You obliged. He sits back down on his chair. He waits for you to speak. "Please tell me it's not true." You're voice cracks a bit. He sighs. "Look y/n, I know this is a difficult thing to get through, but Ghost is, in fact, deceas..." y/n ubruptly stands, placing her hands on his desk. "Don't! He's not dead! I know he's not!" You screamed. Price stood up. "Y/N, stop. You have to accept it!" You fell back to your chair, burying your face in your hands. You look up to Price with tears in your eyes. "I just don't feel it, John, I know it sounds weird, but I dont, I can't..." You cry, tears streaming down your face. You notice John writing on a piece of paper, scribbling sentences, as he finishes, he folds it and hands it to you. "Not here, wait until you get home, okay?." He whispers. You place the note in your purse and stand. John speaks normally again. "I'm y/n the faster you accept this, the better." He winks and gives you a head bop to exit. You walk out of his office, and you notice everyone outside the office stare at you and whispers among them. You hurry out of the base to your car and drive back home.

At home. Late night.

You sat on your bed holding on to Ghosts mask and the necklace that he wore under his uniform. The note that Price gave you was lying beside you. You feel nervous, but you know you have to read it. You have to find out the truth. You need closure, but is it something you can really face?

You put his mask and necklace on the nightstand, and you reach for the note. You slowly unfold it, revealing John's message.

"He's not dead. He's in hiding. That's all I can tell you for now. Trust that you will both see each other again, just not now. I'll tell him we spoke. Please be patient. Destroy this note."

Your heart felt like it froze. You knew it. Your feelings were correct. You immediately stood up and ran to the bathroom. You begin ripping it up, and you throw the pieces in the toilet. You flush the remains. You walk back to your bedroom where your body collapses onto the bed. You had tears of relief in your eyes. You believed it. You knew, just knew it. You slowly drifted to sleep.

Later that night

As you were sleeping, a hand caresses your face slowly. You open your eyes in a panic before you think to scream, the hand covers your mouth. "Shhhh.. it's me, it's me, love." You reach over to the lamp to switch the light on, but he stops you. "No, it's better this way." He says, holding onto your hand. You embrace him in a tight hug. You feel tears in your eyes, an emotional reunion. You never thought it would come so fast, but you hoped. "I'm so confused, baby. What's going on?" You say still holding on to him. He takes a deep breath, and he pushes you away, holding your face in his hands. "I can't explain all that now. "All I can say is I had to fake a KIA. Someone we thought was friendly turned out to not be...." He looks down. "Who?" You ask him. He doesn't say right away. He continues looking down. You grab onto his face with your hands, and you feel confused and frustrated. You feel like you're being put in the dark. "Answer me, Simon! What the fuck is going on?!" He looks up at you. He wants to tell you, but you know deep down that he can only say so much, especially if he's ordered to do so. "I can't live here anymore. People think I'm gone, so I have to play this role correctly." You're taken aback. Almost speechless. You feel like you've been kicked in the gut, a knife piercing through your heart. "Whaa..t.... and what about....us.." You say faintly, tears streaming down your face. He holds you in his arms this time. "Come with me y/n, that's why I came here tonight. Pack and go. The men are waiting on standby for us." You couldn't believe it. You were happy you reunited but sad because that means leaving everything you and Ghost built behind to run away. "The choice is yours y/n." Ghost said. You push back from his embrace. "It'll be sad to leave our home here behind, but yes, of course I'll go with you, baby." As you get up to get ready to go, you notice he's not moving. "Simon? What's the matter?" You approach him standing inches from where he's sitting. He looks up at you, his hands grab your waist. "How about we fuck one last time in our soon to be old home, here on our soon to be bed?" You're puzzled, Ghost thinking of sex was never surprising but given the circumstance at the moment your shocked. "Are you sure? What about the men, I thought you said they were waiting for us." Ghost releases you as he stands up he takes his shirt off, and he pulls you closer to him. "They can wait." His lips crash to yours, tongues dancing in each other's mouths. You both undress each other and fall to the bed. Bodies tangled up with each other. He begins spreading your legs open with his legs. He inserts inside of you, not holding back. You moan out loud. "Oh... Simon..." Your nails going deep in his back. He holds your legs up to his shoulders, and his thrusts become harder and rougher. Your moans get louder. "I'm gonna... Cum... ooooh..." His hand finds your neck as he continues thrusting faster and deeper. "Say my name, love.. scream it..." Your head goes back, you scream so loud it echos in the room. "FUCK!!! SIMON!!!!" You both climax together.

Afterwards

You're all packed and ready. You head downstairs and see Ghost waiting patiently by the front door. He takes your suitcase from you. "Ready, baby?" He asks. You look back at your home one last time, and you take a deep breath. "Yeah, as long as I'm with you, Simon." He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. "I'm nothing without you, y/n." He says. you both begin walking down the street. You see a dark vehicle with tinted windows parked by the sidewalk. You both climb into the back of the vehicle. You're surprised to see the two men sitting in the front seats. Captain Price on the driver side and Soap in the passenger side. Soap sits up, turning to you and Ghost. "About damn time you two, could hear you loud and clear on the ear piece, hahaha." You blush as you look at Ghosts direction he takes your hand. "Don't be jealous, mate." Ghost responded. They both laughed. Captain Price turns the engine on and drives off. "Alright, kiddies, let's get you both outta here." He says. You rest your head on Ghosts shoulder, and he kisses the top of your head. "Rest, lovie, we have all the time. We're together now." Your eyes become heavy, you drift off to sleep. Nothing or nobody will ever get in the way of you and Ghost. You're where you're meant to be, where you belong. With him. With Simon.

The End.

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