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srjlvr · 6 months

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꒦꒷ enhypen ! the moment when fans started shipping them with you <3

idol-ot7!enhypen x idol-fem!reader .. fluff .. no warnings<3 not proofread!!

ε ї з — heeseung

fans started to notice how heeseung kept stealing glances at you when you were busy interviewing them.

you, a new mc in a rookie group got all heeseung’s attention. you’re giggling? heeseung giggles too. you’re smiling? heeseung’s smiling too.

“how do you feel about your comeback?” you made an eye contact with heeseung and your heart skipped a beat. “um…” he was left speechless because of the short interaction you both had.

jungwon took the mic and giggled, speaking instead of the stressed heeseung and making a joke about heeseung being too tired to focus.

fans couldn’t ignore how heeseung kept looking at you with a smile all smeared over his face, as if he just now fell in love with you.

not even a day passed after the interview and all the fans would go crazy with videos and tweets about you two.

“have you seen the way he looked at y/n? i swear we were all just witnessing this man falling in love with her for the first time”

ε ї з — jay

one of the things that your fans loved the most was to watch your lives and ask you questions.

you decided to do one on valentines day and one of the most common questions was if you got something for valentines day when you were younger.

“if i got something for valentines day…?” you repeated the question, thinking about your school days, “i did actually! it was a flower bouquet and a few chocolates with a cute little note on the side” you giggled remembering the cute gift you got.

“jay from enhypen was my classmate back then” you added right after.

fans went feral, making up conspiracies about you and jay being classmates and jay being the one who got you the valentine gift.

he went on live at the same day and his whole live was filled with questions about you and valentines day. he just giggled and confirmed that you and him indeed were classmates, no mentions of the valentines day gift at all.

that didn’t stop the fans from shipping the both of you and videos from yours and his lives became trending.

“jay and y/n confirmed being classmates! y/n also spoke about getting a valentines day gift and right after that she mentioned jay! if you’re asking me, jay has been crushing on her for a while ;)”

ε ї з — jake

a new jake en-log was uploaded and fans rushed to view jake’s vlog. jake was so excited to film a new en-log episode so he filmed everything literally everywhere.

he made a small tour in his room. completely forgetting your signed album that was hanged on his wall.

it didn’t help at all when you also posted a vlog and behind your room wall was an enhypen album, signed by jake—even though it was far, fans could recognize his signature

you and him once met, and he brought you one of your albums to sign on it, and you brought him one of enhypen’s album for him to sign on it.

both of your fans went crazy with theories about the two of you dating and giving each other signed albums as gifts.

“did you see their albums just hanging there on their room wall? they’re fr a power couple😭 jake teach us ways to get y/n signature on one of her albums!!”

ε ї з — sunghoon

a rumor has been going around lately that you and sunghoon were chosen as the new ambassadors for a famous brand.

the rumor kept on going until a new photoshoot came out, and not-so-surprisingly, it was a new photoshoot of you and sunghoon together, presenting you as the new ambassadors for the brand.

you and sunghoon stood extremely close to each other, posing extremely close to each other as well. you had an interaction that fans has never seen before between a fem and a male idols.

a few days later the brand posted a short video of the behind the scenes, showing the both of you really close to each other with such a good interaction between you two.

fans went insane, making your photoshoot trending everywhere and talking about it all the time. especially shipping the both of you nonstop.

“have you seen y/n’s and sunghoon’s photoshoot?? I’M GOING CRAZY OVER HERE!! i’m thankful for that brand for making them the new ambassadors and we better get new photoshoot every month🙇‍♀️”

ε ї з — sunoo

interaction between idols on award shows isn’t something new so are the reactions to other groups.

sunoo is already known as the king of kpop, who knows all the trends and new kpop songs. to other fans it wasn’t new when he was cheering for you when it was your performance, to his fans it wasn’t the case.

sunoo himself got up and danced to your performance, he cheered and chant for you, it’s something they’ve never seen before, even his members looked surprised.

you also went down the stage and interacted with other idols, when you got to sunoo, both of you danced together and had the cutest interaction ever.

the other fans started to notice the cute interaction and agreed that this is something they’ve never seen before.

sunoo and you went trending as the new kpop queen and king without even trying to do so.

“did you see their interaction and how he cheered? YOU CANT TELL ME THEY’RE NOT DATING!!😭😭 HE’S SUCH A SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND”

ε ї з — jungwon

new MCs were introduced, aka you and jungwon. the fans weren’t expecting for much interaction between you two. they mostly thought it’d be so awkward between you two at start.

it wasn’t the case at all. the minute the camera started rolling, you and jungwon had the best interaction MCs has ever had.

both of you looked a bit more than comfortable around each other, making jokes and playfully pushing the other.

the idols you interviewed together looked shocked mostly from the way the you acted around each other, they could’ve swore you two are dating but hiding it.

even you were asked multiple times by your idol friends you interviewed if you and jungwon are dating. the both of you left the whole kpop community in shock.

you made fans wait impatiently every week to see new interactions of the both of you, you got the kpop community wrapped around your fingers. both of you even won as the couple of kpop in one of the award shows.

“did you see their new interaction today? I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT WEEK HONESTLY!! if they’re not dating then i don’t believe in love at all”

ε ї з — ni-ki

you wanted to get some coffee since you craved for some. you argued with your manager and told her you’d be careful enough to not get recognized and she let you off.

ni-ki at the same time lost in a rock paper scissor game and had to buy coffee to all the members.

you both happened to go to the same coffee place without even knowing.

he accidentally bumped into you and the both of you had a short interaction of a ‘sorry’ and ‘it’s okay, no worries’ type of thing.

the fans who recognized you from afar and were respectful enough to not bother you, took some pictures of your short interaction with ni-ki, which made his fans and your fans go wild.

they immediately started shipping you, thinking that you were on your way to have a date together and didn’t have much interaction because you both were in public.

“they won’t go to the same place for no reason!! they probably bought some coffee and went on a date in a more private place after that!! they look so cute!!😭😭”

PERM TAG-LIST ; @sungwhoonz @ohdudehesflirting @unlikelysublimekryptonite @deobiis @manooffline @miumiuoi @in-somnias-world @lovelovelovebts

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prettygiri222 · 8 months

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Wax

Summary: You tell your boyfriend you got waxed by a man…

Eren x Black Fem Reader SMUT

"Eren!" you called out as you entered his room. he looked up at you with his low red eyes making your heart skip a beat. you were already regretting your decision but you were going to power through. you gave him a little twirl, "notice anything different?"

you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would tell their boyfriends they got a wax done and you wanted to try it. you hesitated knowing Eren he could flip but your friends convinced you to do it.

Eren's eyes trailed over your body stopping at your ass that hung out of your miniskirt. "that ass getting fatter ma? shittt i've been feeding you good." he said as he licked his lips before making eye contact.

you turned around to look at it in the mirror. "i've been hitting the gym with Mikasa and Annie. i ain't even noticed the gains."

"cmere lemme touch it." Eren took a hit off his blunt motioning for you to come sit on his lap. if you didn't actually get a wax today you would've sat on something else. but it was now or never.

you walked over to Eren not missing the way his eyes watched as you purposely swayed your hips. "no, I got waxed." you said placing your foot on his lap.

"you’re so smooth." Eren started rubbing all up on your leg. "everywhere?" he asked as he trailed his hand up higher looking you in the eye.

"baby oil and cocoa butter, love." you said before giving him a nod. a smile graced Eren's lips as he pulled you down so you were straddling him.

"we can't do anything for at least 24 hrs…" you whined out onto his shoulder. "but that's not the point." you said as you shot up. you moved to the bed to create some space between you two, Eren rolled his eyes.

he picked up his phone but signaled to you that he was still listening.

"so I went to get a brazilian today and my regular lady wasn't there so they gave me someone else and honestly, i like them a bit more. they were getting all in there, like really in there and it didn't hurt as much. plus the guy was so ni-" Eren's head shot up.

"hold on ma, did you just say a 'guy?'" he put down his phone and looked into your wide eyes with his red ones.

"y-yea he did a great job…" the wall behind Eren suddenly became very interesting to look at.

"nah, i don't think i'm hearing you right." Eren sat up in his chair with his jaw clenched. "a man waxed you?”

"yes."

"you let a man touch you down there? see you naked."

"it's his job Eren."

"nah you pissing me off right now ma. you let another man touch your pussy and you telling me you're fine with it?" eren moved so he could look deep into your eyes causing you to flinch. you could see his anger building up and it frightened you.

he was always so quick to anger, especially around Jean, you can't say how many times they got physical. but he's never yelled at you much less put his hands on you but you didn't know what he would do now. he was unsettlingly quiet. you only nodded afraid you would get on your knees and beg him for forgiveness but a small part of you wanted to push him even further.

Eren surprised you as he started laughing, he rubbed his tattooed hand all over his face looking at you through his fingers. "you expect me to believe you let a man wax when you still get so shy when I say 'pussy'."

you looked away from him, if your skin was any lighter he would've been able to see you blush. "well he said I had the prettiest 'pussy' he ever saw. gave me his number to hit him up if my boyfriend didn't satisfy me enough." you were shy but you weren’t a pushover.

Eren took a big hit off his blunt before blowing the smoke in your face."ass up, face down ma." you quickly regretted your words.

"Eren wait-"

“ass up. face down. now!" Eren's never talked to you like that, he was always so sweet and nice to you. but right now he was so demanding, it was kinda hot.

you quickly moved to position, making sure your back had a nice arch in it before looking back at Eren with a pout. "Eren we can't…"

"mmhm." he mumbled ignoring your eyes. he pushed up your skirt and delivered a slap to your clothed heat.

"Eren!" you cried out in shock, you shoved your face into the sheets in embarrassment. you've never done this before. you and Eren were vanilla so far because you were a virgin up till a few weeks ago. this was something new and you kinda liked it.

"head up ma, you had a lot to say right? said you'd fuck your waxer cause i wasn't good enough?" he said grabbing your butterfly locs. they were about a week old so they weren't as tight but his grip still hurt. but you were coming to understand that you liked a little bit of pain. "lemme hear it."

eren planted a firm slap against your ass. "ah! It hurts!” Eren gave you another hard slap causing you to jerk forward. you heard him kiss his teeth before you were pulled down to the end of the bed.

“this not gon work.” he said as he maneuvered you so you were bent over his lap. “you keep lying to me, ‘s like you trying to get me mad on purpose ma. you like it when I’m angry?” Eren asked as he delivered another slap to your bare ass. your dark skin was starting to bruise.

how’d he know? you weren’t that bad of a liar. “i was the one who set up and paid for your appointments ma, they would’ve told me if there was a change.” oh, right. you brought your hands to cover your face in embarrassment.

“m sorry” you whispered.

“if you really got waxed by a man, i can’t tell you what would’ve happened.” Eren let out a bitter laugh looking at his dresser. it brought your attention to the gun Eren kept tucked in his pants when he went out. he always placed it in his top draw when he came home not wanting you to see it but you knew about it. it made you shiver thinking about him using it on someone. “but don’t worry you’ll be sorry. count to 10.”

“10 wha- ow!” Eren raised his hand high and brought it down on your ass making you jump. you reached back to grab his hand but he just slapped it away

“you run, lose count or complain and you start over from one.” he spanked you again watching as your ass rippled. you let out whine, you weren’t used to Eren being so mean to you but you were soaked. each slap sent a new wave of tingles to your core.

“how many are we at now baby?” Eren asked in that sweet voice he always spoke to you in.

“9.” you sobbed out. you don’t even know when you started crying and whether it was from the pain or the neglect of your core.

“think you can take one more?” despite being so mad at you it made your heart swell at how nice he was still being. he messaged your ass while waiting for the answer.

“yea…” he delivered one more slap but he directed it toward your clothed heat, fingers coming in contact with your clit, “ohhh fuckkk!” your body started to convulse as you felt pure bliss.

“fuck ma… did you just come from me spanking you?” Eren breathlessly asked as he placed you beside him, you winced at the contact. you nodded as you hid your face in his shoulder. “that’s my good girl.”

#aot x black reader #x black reader #anime smut #aot smut #aot x reader #aot #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren aot #eren smut #eren x black reader #eren x black y/n #black y/n #black reader smut

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audisive · 3 months

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♪ PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY. sad girl alternative

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: you've had a bad day, simon's there to fix it.

tags: comfort, crying, self-indulgent, fluff

Your head laid on the skin of his arm, your face pushed into the comfort of his chest. The sharp edges of your earrings – your favorite ones, he recalls – sank and dug into his skin meanly, but he couldn't care less. As disgusting as it sounds, it could not compare to the way his heart ached to protect your own when he hears you take sharp inhales just to exhale with a sob, sniffles occasionally there to accompany your weeping. It was anything but his priority with the way his arms tightened around you and the way he'd hoped it would be enough to ease your worries and take your pain away; pass it onto him if you must. Anything to make you feel better.

Oh, the things he'd be willing to but could not do to instead receive a painfully unfunny joke from you in the place of your sobs. He settles on wiping the tears off your face, knowing how it makes you feel when it dries and sticks to your skin uncomfortably. The small droplets were everywhere and increased with every passing minute, but he took the time to wipe them off one by one. Had you not been in agony, you would've been in awe at the way this gigantically scary man was being so gentle with you; it was one of the best reminders of how his heart belonged to you and how well he'd taken care of your own.

Simon holds you forever – at least that's what it feels like – and whispers sweet nothings into your ear to distract you, even just for a little bit. "'S fine," he reassures you, each word filled with promise and not an ounce of doubt. "You'll be okay, y'hear me? I got you." It's warm, and he still faintly smells of gun powder, mixed with the well-used cologne you'd bought him for his birthday last year. You don't pay any mind to the smell of tobacco lingering; you know it's not his.

You've long since learned – all thanks to him – to refrain from apologizing for your show of vulnerability and emotions. It leaves you guilty, still, eating you up at night with the knowledge of his uneasiness when it comes to emotions, but for him, nothing's better than learning to get over his fears with his one and only love. Love always makes us do things we don't want to, right?

His arms found the way to wrap themselves around you heavily like a weighted blanket hours ago and have continued to stay. It serves as a comfort for you, along with his words. In his sweater, his arms, his bed, his room. He's all you can see and all you can feel, but you're not complaining, and neither is he.

You calm down after a moment, letting your breathing grow steady while the wet spots of tears in his sweater dried up. Simon Riley hates to see you cry, but damn it if he can't be the one to comfort you.

"There's m' pretty girl," he whispers in that charmingly rough yet gentle voice of his, looking down at the way your lashes glisten with salty little tears when you find the strength to press your cheek to his chest instead of burying your face in the warm surface. "Feelin' better now, sweets?" He's so terribly sweet to and with you that you think you might cry again just because. You barely even nod, but you know he notices; he always does.

"Y'wanna talk about it?" His hand plants itself onto your back; it gives you a sense of stability. Everything about him is so large in a way that engulfs you whole, and it would terrify any sane person. Perhaps you aren't, not anymore, but you found the warmth and comfort of your home in him. He kisses your forehead without so much as a pause when you shake your head. "A'right, we'll jus' stay here, then."

And stay, you do, cuddled up against him. It doesn't take long before all the crying takes its toll on you, your head starts to hurt, and your eyelids start to give up. Before you know it, you're pulled into the deep depths of unconsciousness. It's too early into the night; you've skipped two meals, and you've worked yourself near death. You know full well that you'll wake up with a raging headache after crying yourself to sleep, too. You'll wake up too early in the morning; your muscles will be sore, and you're still starving. You might as well pass out immediately after waking up.

Still, you sleep at ease and without worry. Why would you not? Simon will be there to fix it. ♡

divider by @cafekitsune !

#౨ৎ simon !#୨୧ audi's works !#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #comfort #cod x reader #fluff #simon riley x you #simon x reader #simon x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x you #it's been a bad week #and the week's barely started

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glitch-karma · 1 year

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Bungo character's reaction to you drawing them

Dazai

He snuck up on you while you both were supposed to be working

"Y/nnnn~! I'm bored!"

You quickly hid the drawing but he still snuck a peak of it

"What's that?"

He ofc snatched the sketchbook

"My my! It seems you've drawn quite a handsome man!" "NO NO NO"

He proceeded to run around the office showing off your skills as you ran after him yelling

He also took the drawing home with him and actually genuinely loves it

Kunikida

Unlike Dazai, you're actually the one who gave the drawing to him

"Hey uh, Kida?" "What is it? I still have a lot of work-"

When he saw the drawing he was actually speechless

You thought he died for a second as he just mindlessly stared at the drawing

"...Kida-?"

He reached out and grabbed the sketchbook, his eyes never leaving the drawing

"This. This is me, correct?" "Yeah, I just thought you were the perfect model"

You start to get self-conscious as he goes silent again.

"Can I keep this?" "Huh?"

He looked up at you with a genuine smile as he asked again:

"Can I keep it? You're drawing skills are impeccable. I'm honored to have been your muse."

Anddddd you blush immediately and agree

He has it framed by his bed

Atsushi

You also gave your drawing to Atsushi

"I have a gift for you" "Really? For me?"

As soon as he saw the drawing he bursted up out of his seat with stars in his eyes

"Wow, you actually drew this!? It's incredible! You even got my eyes and everything! You really have a gift!"

You smiled as he stared excitedly at it

After he was done spouting out praises and compliments he gave you a big hug

He keeps it in a drawer by his desk

Ranpo

Ranpo deduced it was a drawing of him by the way you kept glancing across the room at him

While you were sharpening your pencil, he snuck over and ripped out the page

"Ugh- RANPO!"

He opened his eyes to get a better look at the drawing

"Awe y/n, you just can't take your eyes off the world's greatest detective can you?" "Wait it's not done!"

He childishly ran around the office as you ran after him

You both were stopped by Kunikida and you got your drawing back

Yosano

You were injured on a mission

After Yosano was done healing you the drawing fell out of your pocket

She was gonna just put it back in your pocket, but then she noticed it had her name on it

She opened it up and was shocked to see such a well done drawing of herself

She blushed and admired the drawing for a long while before folding it and putting it in her own pocket

She kept it and you assumed you lost it

Kenji (Platonic)

You gave the drawing to Kenji as a present

"Wow you really made this with your own hands!"

He was amazed at the drawing and smiled brightly at you

You treated him to beef stew after for all his hard work

Kyoka (Platonic)

To make Kyoka feel more welcome at the agency you made her the drawing

She thought it was a picture at first

"..Why do you have a picture of me?"

After you explained that it was a drawing and that you made it she got really embarrassed

she stared at it for a while and then gave you a hug

"...It's really pretty.."

You patted her head and helped her finish her paperwork after

Chuuya

He came to pick you up for work

While on his motorcycle the drawing flew out of your pocket

You immediately panicked and begged him to go back

As he parked you ran around searching everywhere for it

"Is it really that important? It's just a drawin'."

He saw that you were genuinely distressed and felt bad

He started helping you look for it after calming you down a bit

Unfortunately, he was the one to find it

"Hey is this-"

When he saw it was him he full stopped

You saw he had it in his hand and froze as he said nothing

He burst into laughter

"All of that for a drawing of me!?"

You guys skipped work and he watched as you redrew it as payment for laughing at you

Akutagawa

You were too scared to give it to him in person so you just left it on his desk

When he first saw it he was confused, but he saw it was signed by you

He didn't say anything to you about it the next day so you got scared

You slowly forgot about it till randomly on a mission you both were on

While you two were walking to the destination he randomly spoke up:

"Oh by the way thanks for the drawing. It was well done." "..Huh-"

He didn't say anything else about it and you were very confused

Gin

You and Gin regularly hang out outside of work: during one of these times you gave it to her

She was really embarrassed about it and muttered out a "Thank you.."

She cherishes it and keeps it by her bed

Poe

you hid the drawing in one of Poe's books

When he found it he was amazed

You even included Karl and that made him happy

He wrote a poem about it and he keeps both the drawing and the poem he wrote by his bed

Fyodor

You gave it to him

He just stared at it for a long long time

He nodded before putting it in his pocket

"I'll be keeping this."

He likes it ;)

Nikolai

He grabbed it from you using his ability

He looked at it with stars in his eyes before jumping up excitedly

"Quiz timeeeee~!" "Oh boy.."

"Question one: Why did you draw me, Nikolai Gogol?" "..I just thought you were pretty."

"Excellent! Question two: Do you always think I'm prettyyyy?"

You walked away from him

Ango

Ango works a lot so you found it hard to find the right time to give it to him

Eventually, you just gave it to him at the office

He stared at it for a long time, and didn't say anything

You got scared as he stood up and walked over to you

He suddenly engulfed you in a big hug which threw you off for a second

When he pulled away he had tears in his eyes which made you PANIC

"ANGO- ARE YOU-" "It's beautiful. This is the nicest gift I've ever gotten."

He keeps it framed by his desk so he can look at it every day.

Jouno

...

Dude he's blind-

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bioblsm · 7 months

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ASKING FOR A KISS

✮ ꒰warnings꒱. N/A

✮ characters. kafka, serval, gepard, sampo, dan heng (il), jing yuan, blade, luka

☆彡 notes. im having hsr brainrot （╹◡╹）i got himeko on 33 pity..my kafka finally has her gf <3 thank you imbibitor lunae ur my fave lesbian protector d(^_^o) (it’s why i also pulled for him teehee)

KAFKA ⛧ 卡芙卡

“kafkaaaa~”

“yes, darlin’?”

“can i have a kiss, please?” you gaze at her with a sickeningly sweet smile which makes her chuckle and ruffle your hair lovingly.

“hmm, why do you want one?” kafka lifts your chin up with her forefinger and leans in teasingly close to your face, tilting it slightly to the left. your lips part expectantly at the same time she does and for a moment there’s nothing, no sound but your breathing. she pulls back a fraction more and rests a hand on your cheek, brushing her thumb gently over your soft skin.

you can feel your heart thumping against your chest and your hands begin to shake slightly. you think you could die, right here, right now, but instead you bite your tongue and try not to give into temptation. you cough awkwardly and avert your gaze to everywhere but her eyes, “uhm…just… because?”

kafka can’t help but chuckle and grin, leaning in to gently kiss you. she smells like leather and mint and yet ironically tastes sweet like berries. “you’re going to have to work for another one, alright~?”

SERVAL ⛧ 希露瓦

serval had asked you to come help her with the workshop, apparently she works better when she has you with her (despite her getting much less work done because she keeps staring at you). she’s cleaning some sort of mechanism before you trot your away over to tap on her shoulder.

“hm?” she turns her head to look at you, “what’s wrong, hun?”

“can i have a kiss?” you tilt your head and smile which just makes her heart skip a beat as she straightens up.

“of course!” serval brushes her hand over your cheek and pulls you in close, you can nearly make out the sweet taste of her chapstick as her lips mould with yours.

serval breaks the kiss after a while with a soft hum, “you never have to ask for a kiss, just come give me one.” she chuckles and ruffled your hair playfully before returning to her work.

GEPARD ⛧ 杰帕德

“geparddd, i want a kiss.” you whine as you lean onto him with a pout. patrolling belobog clearly doesn’t entail “ignoring your partner” now does it!

gepard sighs in some sort of defeat to gaze at you for a brief moment, “my love, please, i’m on duty…” he pinches your cheek in frustration at his own work, as much as he wants to kiss you, there’s just that nagging voice in his head telling him to not get distracted.

and well, that voice can’t be blamed since when gepard does give into your childish pleas he tends to…lose himself? it’s like he suddenly switches off and malfunctions for a good moment and ends up indulging you perhaps more than a good solider should.

“pleaseee, just a kiss on the cheek will do…” you pout teasingly and he can’t help but let out another deep sigh as he leans in to kiss your cheek. perfect. before his lips manage to touch your cheek you tilt your head so they incidentally land onto your lips instead.

gepard pulls back swiftly and looks at you with a stern but playful expression, “you…are such a little troublemaker.”

SAMPO KOSKI ⛧ 桑博

curse this man’s silver tongue and that wink of his. with just a few smooth words and actions he managed to embarrass you in front of the entire astral express. luckily, none of them noticed just how much that man’s words affect you as you had your back turned to them but still…

now you’re just standing there in front of a kneeling sampo who’s pleading for your forgiveness in the most shameful way possible. how is he still managing to stir up all these butterflies in your tummy while looking so pathetic…?

“pleaseee honey~ i’ll do anything to apologise!” anything? you repeat in your head before smiling subtly and glaring at him, which just makes him shiver as he stares at you with a clueless toothy smile. you lean in close to his ear with a frustrated expression, one which betrays the words that escape your lips, “give me a kiss and i’ll forgive you.”

you swear you’ve never seen him jump up and hold you so quickly. his hands immediately found hold of your waist to pull you in for a sweet yet rather sloppy kiss. god he’s such a loser for you.

DAN HENG (IL) ⛧ 丹恒「饮月君」

“hey, dan heng, can i have a kiss? (^_^)” you whisper to him.

dan heng appreciates that no matter if he’s himself or imbibitor lunae, you treat him all the same; not out of some sort of disrespect but because you truly just view him as someone who you love and cherish, but, he couldn’t help but laugh at your slight obliviousness to the situation.

he was having a rather serious discussion with the astral express crew about his circumstances, it was lighthearted sure, given the fact no-one viewed him as anything more or less than himself so the topic wasn’t as hard to chew, but it was still a rather awkward conversation to have. he glances over at you for a brief moment and lands a gentle peck on your lips before continuing the somewhat amusing interrogation with march 7th.

no matter what, your needs will be his top priority, especially if they’re as cute as this one （╹◡╹).

JING YUAN ⛧ 景元

“you don’t have to ask.” jing yuan’s voice echoes in your ears as you stand there confused, tilting your head at him with a slight pout.

“what do you mean?” you continue to stare at him which just makes him chuckle at your harmless obliviousness.

“i see you gazing at my lips frequently, you want a kiss don’t you?” such small details don’t ever go unnoticed by your beloved. you awkwardly nod your head and avert your gaze.

he laughs and looks at you, placing his fingers under your chin to tilt your head upwards so that you’re looking right into his eyes. you can feel your breath hitch as jing yuan’s lips touch your own before you slowly relax in his gentle touch. it was a warm and sweet sensation of lips pressed against yours, he didn’t push for more than what is comfortable. this made your heart flutter as jing yuan pulled away, leaving only his thumb on the side of your face, stroking gently, making your eyes flutter open in bliss.

you stare at him with bashful eyes, his hand still caressing your cheek. you laugh at his eagerness when his thumb brushes across your bottom lip before he leans forward again for another kiss. this time his other hand rests securely at the curve of your waist, his grip loose enough that if you wanted to escape you could easily do so. but instead, you let out a soft hum of contentment as his lips press against your own.

BLADE ⛧ 刃

“can i have a kiss?”

“why?”

“because i want one..?”

blade remains quiet as his eyes scan you up and down almost eerily. watching blade examine you like this just makes you wonder what goes on in his head. blade wouldn’t say he flinches at your affections, your sweet and gentle touches or caresses do make his heart jump in his ribcage, but it never shows on his face.

to be quite frank, you couldn’t tell if he was internally ridiculing you or waiting for you to take the initiative.

“sorry, i thought you were going to...it doesn’t matter. come here.” well that answered your question. you can’t help but quietly giggle at his, ironically, wholesome dumbassery. wrapping your arms around his neck lovingly to pull him down towards you, you finally get the smooch you asked for~

LUKA ⛧ 卢卡

“can i kiss you?”

“can you give me—“

oh.

luka’s eyes widen before he begins laughing till his stomach hurts, both from the humorous aspect of the situation and the butterflies invading his tummy. you laugh along with him, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

“am i going to get my kiss or are you going to laugh yourself to the next week?” he calms down slightly and captures you in a hug, swinging you gently from side to side affectionately.

“sorry! it’s just…quite cute how in sync we are. c’mere.” holding your face with his hands he began planting kisses across your cheeks before his lips finally settled on yours. you could feel yourself grin through the kiss before luka pulled alway and pecked your cheek quickly. “as much as i wanna stay here and keep kissing you, i have a match at the robot settlement so byebye love you!” he ushers away just as fast as he kissed you.

wait.

…

robot settlement?

well, that was definitely a “kiss goodbye” alright…better get natasha on speed dial.

#my tummy hurtz….i’m so brave #hsr x reader #kafka x reader #serval x reader #gepard x reader #sampo x reader #dan heng x reader #il x reader #dan heng il #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #luka x reader #hsr x you #hsr x gn reader

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i don’t think i’ve ever talked about what it would be like to go on a first date with rafe, so let’s.

only five minutes late, but that’s okay — he had to talk himself out of doing a line. he wasn’t nervous, no — at this point in his life rafe knew he was the man. he carried that demeanour with him everywhere which is what attracted you to him in the first place. it’s just that it pained him to do all the regular courting business. he was proactive as he’d tell you a million times — and if he already knew he liked you, and wanted you to be his, a first date just felt redundant. in short, he wanted to skip all the small talk and jump right into a relationship. rafe was an impatient man.

he knew the game though, and as he did actually want you to stick around — he’d play it.

he’s very gentlemanly. opens doors, tells you that you look stunning, tries to be subtle about flashing the rolex on his wrist. it starts to actually feel fun for him. you make him want to impress you, and usually he doesn’t care what girls think of him.

he takes you somewhere with alcohol and small appetisers. no, he’s not a creep just trying to get you drunk — he just feels it gets things flowing that tad bit quicker. he’s not wrong, because the “and uh, would the pretty girl like a drink?” with that silly little smile works like a charm, and one glass of wine deep and you’re leaning on your hand, hanging onto his every word, staring through your lashes with what can only be described as lust. it’s not your fault — it’s the wine, and rafe is an incredibly good looking man.

he gets bolder as the night goes on, which is nice — you get to see him get more and more open. asking to see his rings leads to comparing hand sizes, which leads to rafe making a not so subtle comment about how much thicker his fingers are, which leads to playing with each others hands in the centre of the table as you continue to talk the evening away.

“people usually ask basic questions on dates, you know to get to know eachother.” you grin, glancing up from where your eyes were fixated on the way his gold ring glinted in the low light.

“oh like, your favourite colour or some shit?” he drawls with his own smirk, knowing you’re both beyond the small talk.

“mm, maybe something more fun. give me a hypothetical situation.” you giggle, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip to stifle it as he shifts in his seat thoughtfully, leaning closer.

“alright, uh…” he scratches his cheek before landing on something and leaning in. you’re expecting perhaps the ‘what would you bring to a desert island?’ question, or something of the sort — so your eyes practically bulge out of your head when he confidently croons out a “if i got you pregnant tonight on our first date, would you keep it?”

he likes watching you stutter and stammer trying to find an answer to something so absurd. you’re not offended, no — the wine fuelled arousal has taken you way past that. just shocked at how suddenly the gentleman mask dropped, even if it was just for a moment. he shrugs, in a friendly way as he leans back. “totally hypothetical. i like to ask the difficult questions, you know? keeps things interesting.”

“i think keeping it after the first date would probably be a bad idea.” you’re all shy about it, like despite knowing what you’re saying is right — you can’t help but doubt yourself. the first of many moments like that with rafe cameron. he licks his lips thoughtfully, like there’s anything else to consider.

“hm. yeah, no. smart girl.” he nods, rubbing a coarse thumb over the back of your knuckles which nearly causes you to forget the conversation. you think maybe he saw the way your eyes involuntarily fluttered at the touch because he chuckles, low in his chest.

“why, were you planning on running?” you tease and he stares at you for a moment, lips curled up like he knows something you don’t.

“running? you’re not gonna be able to shake me, trust that.” it comes out with a jokey tone, but the way he pauses to take a slow drink makes you believe there’s some truth to it.

he drives you home because he’s only had one drink, always on the ball — and helps you out the car on your drive. he says his goodbyes all close and touchy with two hands gripping your waist looming over you, talking all quiet. you’re the one that initiates the first kiss — wanting so badly to invite him inside, but you settle for a kiss because if you do you know you’ll end up on your back — and you can’t bring yourself to do that on the first date. so a kiss it is, but you don’t hold back on rubbing at his chest and arms, pressing your tits to him when he pulls you closer. he even notes how easy it was to make you let out the quietest moans just from a little kissing.

you’re the one who initiates the kiss, but he’s the first to put his tongue in your mouth, cupping the back of your head to hold you down and really get it in there. it’s taking you everything not to invite him in, panties soaked through — but you’re strong and choose to be dignified — staggering away on jelly legs as he smirks and wipes the gloss off his chin. he tells you he’ll text you, and he does. again, he knows how to play the game (and plus, he’s already obsessed.)

you would like to say that you wished things stayed like that, with rafe being gentlemanly for the most part and sweet — but you’d be lying. as rafe reveals his darkness to you, you fall harder and harder.

#rafe cameron prompt

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soft-zawa-png · 10 months

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~Seek and Destory☠︎︎༒︎˚₊༺🕷༻₊˚

Miguel O'Hara x Female!reader

Warnings: 18+, female reader, smut, semi-noncon (at first), ex-boyfriend + pussydrunk!Miguel, biting (some blood), home invasion, (some) rough manhandling, size difference, small age-gap, mating press, creampie, (very bad Spanish, I'm not fluent and used Google to help some)

Note: this quick work was born from me talking to an AI Miguel chat bot, and it generated this response... (I almost fell off my bed)

The summer night air was heavy with polluted musk and humidity. You lived in a 2 room penthouse apartment by yourself in NYC, working as an intern reporter and junior executive editor for The Daily Bugle. You had just come in from work and returned to a poorly lit and silent apartment, setting your keys and bag on the kitchen counter, looking out at the illuminated cityscape through your wall-length windows.

You were a college student by day, and a reporter by night. You took a taxi back home and reminded yourself to text your coworker and best friend that you had made it home safely. You typed away with a smile after seeing the response they sent:

"Damn girl you had me worried! I keep telling you taxis are sketchy, just buy yourself a scooter or something!"

You walk to the large window in the living room, peering out over the buildings below you, and letting your eyes carry over to the skyscrapers above. And the longer your eyes wondered, you could've sworn you saw a figure or two scaling some of the buildings, only to disappear behind a builboard.

With a deep sigh, you move to the bathroom and start yourself a shower, picking out a cute, satin matching sleep set from Victoria's Secret and your favorite fragrance. You grab your speaker for music and disappear into your bathroom.

You're fresh and sweet smelling, skin supple and bouncy once you're done showering. Escaping to your bedroom, you turn on the tv to be shown a news report talking about another Spider-Man sighting in downtown Manhattan. Your heart skips a beat, yearning to see who it was, but then suddenly drops when you see they present the appearance of some scrawny kid in a black and red spider suit.

Your mood is now sour, quickly turning the tv off and sucking on your teeth, burying your face in your hands. With a deep breath, you return to the kitchen to pour yourself your favorite alcoholic drink.

It seems like everywhere you look and turn, you're reminded of him, afraid that escaping his memory is futile.

As you sit on your couch and sip on your drink, you look to your window, seeing a faint appearance of hand prints on the glass, too large to be your hands and realizing you hadn't opened your window today or been on the balcony. Your heart sank, immediately freezing in place where you sat on your couch as you refuse to blink.

Your eyes still trail, setting on a particularly dark area in the hallway that leads to your bedroom and bathroom. It's too dark to identify anything specific, yet you can sense that something is there. As your eyes burn, you can't stare any longer, finally blinking and resetting your focus on the hallway.

The shadow was gone.

Deciding that what you sensed was just your paranoia, you got up and went to your sink to rinse out your glass. As you reached over your sink to turn on the water, sudden body heat radiated behind you, paired with a strong smell of woody musk.

You opened your mouth to scream and backtrack to your room, however you were met with a broad chest to your back, as durable as cement. A large hand clasped over your mouth and another arm wrapped around your waist.

Whoever or whatever this thing in your apartment was, it felt... familiar.

"Did you miss me, darling?"

Your breath is caught in your chest, as the figure behind you grips your waist tight, pressing their hips into your ass. You whimper and fight against them with no luck of escaping, eventually giving up once the figure shushes you and commands you to stop.

"Coño, niña, stop being a fiesty brat and stay still-"

Hearing the rich voice behind you filled you with many emotions, so many that you couldn't bring yourself to speak once the person removed their hand from your mouth. You just stood there silently, hanging your head low above the sink. You wanted to throw up, that was certain.

While your feelings of disdain were apparent, you couldn't deny the chill that ran down your spine from feeling his warm breathing against your neck. Your body relaxed as much as possible in his grasp.

This semi-mystery figure in your apartment was your ex-boyfriend: Miguel O'Hara.

"What are you doing here, Miguel?" You grumbled between gritted teeth. While he couldn't see your face, he could tell you were pissed.

He couldn't blame you: he did leave you 2 years ago in persuit of building an HQ for "other spiders" he was sure existed. You were supportive of him, until he started talking about the existence of other universes with their own respective spider-person, and how he was actually from the future, 76 years later from 2023, was nonsense to you. But it was research and hope for a brighter future to him.

"I've been searching for you, y/n," Miguel breathlessly told you, insinuating he had been seeking for you on purpose.

"Could you be a shittier host?" He teased, lowering his head to nip at the nape of your neck, making you squirm. His broad hands groped you, exploring your plush flesh just as passionate as he used to. He felt the same, smelt the same, sounded the same. All of these atributes of him made you know it was him, you didn't need to see his face to know.

You could also tell it was him by the thick prodding of his cock against your ass. You scoffed as your cheeks grew hot. You turn around fully, coming face to face with the man who chose work over maintaining a relationship with you. His low lidded eyes prodded your features, taking in every hip, dip, and curve on your body.

"Calm down. I just dropped by since I was in town-" Miguel spoke, pulling his hands up in defense.

"Oh, sure, it was sooo practical for you to get here, despite how you're actually not from here, you're from the future," you retorted, crossing your arms and pouting at him, not buying his excuse. "You're not supposed to be here."

Miguel grew silent, dropping his head as he purses his lips. He clicks his tongue, murmuring under his breath. "I can't say I wanted to come see an old friend?" Miguel jaunted, leaning over you, resting his bulky arms on your shoulders, his crimson gaze piercing through you. After 2 years of somehow dating Miguel, you knew that this look meant nothing good. It meant trouble.

"Besides," Miguel lowly taunted, his lips centimeters away from your ear. "I wanted to make sure my pretty pussy is as tight as I remember."

Oh God, here he goes. Your face burns with embarrassment, and a hint of something else. 'His pussy?' You thought to yourself, neglecting to look at him. Miguel isn't fond of you ignoring him, so he takes matters into his own hands.

"Ah ah, mírame," Miguel growled, hoisting you up by the hips as he holds you against him. His hands are glued to the globes of your ass, gripping them possessively as he peppers hungry kisses on your cheek, which trail lower and lower the more worked up he gets.

"Tch, Miguelll~," you whine, turning your neck over to him on instinct as he nips and sucks below your ear. As hard as you tried to deny him, his cock angrily straining against his nano suit was pressed deliciously against the bottom of your ass. His fangs dragged against your supple skin, making you moan with carnal want the more he teased you.

You were just as needy as he was.

"Ay bebita," Miguel huffed in between delivering deep kisses and bites along your neck and jaw. "Don't be like that, now. You know you've missed me. So let me hear just how happy you are to see me... with those cute little noises of yours I love so fuckin' much."

His impatience got the best of him, as Miguel carried you over to your living room couch and placed you on your back. He was no better than a predator on the hunt for his prey. It should've been criminal with how feral and animalistic he had become, all because of you. His feral tendencies and inability to let you go led him back here, to you: About to stuff you impossibly full.

"Fuck~ tell me," he whined, looming over you as you laid pliant on your back, your own arousal betraying you as it soaked through your panties. "Tell me... just how badly you want this dick that I know you adore so much to breed you, cariño."

A pitiful whine escaped your throat, immediately discarding of your shorts and panties and spreading your legs wide for him. Shame had long went down the drain for you, as soon as Miguel broke into your apartment. Upon throwing your panties to the side, Miguel picked them back up, stuffing them away somewhere in his suit. You were surprised he didn't sniff them.

"Dime, mi vida," Miguel's voice trailing off into a strangled growl. If you didn't confess to him how badly you wanted him to fuck you, then he'd make you.

"Want you, Miguel," you whimpered, your own neediness close to consuming you. Your eyes were lust blown, your carnal desire for Miguel to breed you like he once did resurfacing. "Please-... want you to fuck me."

A low groan laced with an amused chuckle festered in his chest, deactivating his suit just around his cock giving you quite the eyeful.

"That's my girl, and you still know how to beg so prettily for me," Miguel hissed as he pumped his cock in front of you, guiding one hand up and down his shaft and the other rubbing sinister circles around your sensitive clít. You could howl with how his skilled fingers were toying with your cunt, wanting nothing more than to cream all over his dick as he filled you.

"M-Miguel, please!" You croaked, unable to handle him dragging out your need for a release, chuckling at your impatience. He found you as cute as ever, you hadn't changed a bit.

Without another word, Miguel plopped his heavy cock over your puckering hole, making you flinch as you held your legs back for him. You were already prepped and ready for him, your pussy long already committed his cock's shape and size to memory.

Your breathing grew heavier the longer Miguel's line of sight fell onto your beautiful face, glaring at you as if this would be the last time he would ever see you. He slowly pushed himself inside you, making you shudder with relief and pure bliss. Oh, you had missed this.

Already, Miguel was muttering curses of broken Spanglish under his breath as he built up a consistent pace to pound you, his heavy balls slapping delightfully against your ass. You curled your toes in pleasure, not censoring yourself as you produced those cute noises he had heard so many times before.

It was music to his ears.

"So fucking good, Miguel!" You cried as your hands and arms motioned to wrap around his neck. You shut your eyes to keep yourself from cumming so soon as your couch battered against the back wall.

"Lo sé, mamita," Miguel growled, his head already burried in the crook of your neck as he pistoned his thick cock in and out of your tight pussy, the nasty squelch of him digging in your guts making your stomach flip. Miguel's buff arms hooked underneath your legs as he pressed you deeper into the couch, shifting your thighs into your chest.

You were reduced to a mess of hiccups and whimpers as Miguel's assault on your poor pussy had no apparent end, the 2099 Spider hero being well known for his stealthy endurance and poor temperament. The animalistic growls, curses and groans that left his mouth made you go completely limp, his thick voice carrying something seductive in it you were sure was magic.

His woolfish hair had strands that fell down his chiseled face, bouncing up and down as he deepened his thrusts while he pounded you. And you were apparently out of practice, being unable to keep up with his ever changing pace.

"Miguel~ I'm gonna!" You cried out, gripping his broad shoulders for support as he moved powerfully against you. Your pussy fluttered around him as your moans rose in pitch and volume. You would have to apologize to your neighbors first thing in the morning, or move out and never show your face around here again.

"What? Does my pretty girl wanna cum?" Miguel whined false sympathetically, adoring the sloppy tears that ran down your flustered cheeks. He removed one taloned hand from the back of your thigh, placed it against your cheek to caress your face. He pressed his forehead against yours, his heavy thrusts showing signs of sloppiness.

"Mhm! Wanna cum on your dick, please?!" You begged. And if there was one thing Miguel was a sucker for, it was hearing someone beg him. Begging provides him with the key of control, having the ability to either give you what you want, or make you suffer as he watches you fall deeper into that slutty headspace you know he adores.

And he wants you to suffer.

"C'mon sweet girl~ Quiero sentir a la putita hambrienta de polla que sé que eres correrse en mi pene, ¿sí?" He growled, his own neediness coming out for full display.

And if there was another thing Miguel O'Hara was a sucker for, it was for exploiting your sexual potential. He had cum alone many nights since the two of you separated with the thought of you playing with yourself as you cried out his name, visualizing you melt into a slut just for him.

After 2 years with him, he has created an absolute monster.

Miguel removed his other arm hastily, pinning his rough thumb against your poor clit, making you lunge forward a bit as the coil in your stomach began to release.

"Please baby, I wanna cum for you! Make me cream all over this fuckin' dick~" you drawled, every word dripping with lust as it left your tongue. You hooked your legs around Miguel's thick waist, pinning him impossibly closer to you, pushing his dick even deeper inside you, inches away from your g-spot.

And that was it.

Miguel lost his ever loving mind.

"Such a good girl for me~" Miguel chuckled with a strangled groan, wasting no time to slam his hips into your pelvis as he retracted his sharp fangs and sunk them into the side of your neck, spilling his load inside your womb. He licked wet stripes along your neck, savoring the taste of your blood on his tongue.

You saw stars and fantastical things you never knew possible as you reeled back against the couch, letting go with a high pitched moan as you came all over Miguel's dick, shivering underneath him. Your hands fly to his back, digging your nails into the nano material of his suit. It was so easy for him to get an orgasm out of you regardless of how he fucked you. But it has been so long since he sunk himself into you and made you feel like you belonged to him undeniably.

It was his duty to protect and claim what was his. And what was his was you.

"Ay dios mío... fuck," Miguel cursed as he laid on top of you, his neck still burried in your neck, and his cock still burried deep inside your warm cunt. Feeling his weight on you brought you comfort and ease, never really thinking before about how much you needed this. Never really thinking about how much you needed him back in your life.

You giggle as your hands find their way into Miguel's fluffy, brown hair, massaging his scalp as his climax simmered down.

"Thank you, Miguel," you whispered softly as you laced his temple with wet smooches. And Miguel hummed and returned the affectionate favor, only placing his kisses on your waiting lips.

"You know I can't ever resist you, mi amor," Miguel responded, his lips swallowing yours.

You were actually thankful he came here to you tonight, whether it was true he was "just around New York City" in 2023 or was actually looking for you. He knew you were pitiful for him, and he was just as loony about you. But universe jumping made your first relationship possible.

And universe jumping is sure to rekindle this familiar but new relationship you will have together in the future.

©softzawapng 2023. do not repost or alter my work.

#miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x female reader #across the spiderverse #spider man across the spider verse #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #marvel #miguel o'hara x f!reader #atsv #miguel o'hara across the spiderverse #tw noncon #tw dubcon

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Kinktober Day 25- Kakashi x Reader (Threesome)

*Requested by reader and honestly surprised I didn't think of this first ;) *

It was another quiet day in the Hidden Leaf Village. Ever since the war officially ended, life had been nothing but peaceful. Everything was so chaotic before that you had a hard time confessing to your long time crush, Kakashi Hatake. You were a sensei like him; however, you trained late bloomers. The two of you often had lunch together whenever you could escape from your students. You finally confessed to Kakashi once the war was over and the village was almost rebuilt.

You found it quite hilarious how different Kakashi was when you started dating. You always took him as a quiet, lazy, yet charming man who kept his nose in his book. Once you were dating, Kakashi revealed to be quite open and kinky. You fell into his trap the first time the two of you had sex. He was soft and gentle, then each time after that he kept trying new things. You were down for anything since you were head over heels for him.

"Didn't you read that three times already?" You asked, poking your head over Kakashi's shoulder.

"It's too good to not reread." He hummed, placing his book down, "Are you going to tell me to get back to work now too?"

"I was," You chuckled, sitting at his desk.

When Kakashi became Hokage, he got a little more restless. He jokingly said that he was stressed from the job and needed to feel you, or that he was so tired that he wanted to stay home and fuck you. Each time made your heart race. This was the side of Kakashi that you only knew. It was your personal secret.

"You look like you have a lot of paperwork," You glanced at the pile on his desk, "I can make you your favorite tonight,"

"You treat me so well," Kakashi smiled under his mask, "I'll be sure to come home early,"

"You're going to skip out on paperwork again?" You said with a small laugh.

Approaching your loving boyfriend, you pulled down his mask to steal a kiss. That face was only for you to see. Kakashi tried to hold you back, complaining about work. He was so cute. You patted his head and told him to finish so he can come home early.

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As usual, Kakashi managed to sneak off from his Hokage job. He claimed that he managed to finish his work, but you were still doubting him. Either way, that was his problem. You happily gave Kakashi his meal, helping him hang up his Hokage cloak. As you ate your dinner with him, the two of you showered and sat in his living room, watching some television. Kakashi had his nose in his book while you leaned against his shoulder.

"So, what cheat did you do to finish your work early?" You asked. Kakashi glanced away from his book to you,

"I can show you,"

Interested, you leaned back and watched as Kakashi did his shadow clone jutsu. You 'ah' in response, completely forgetting about that jutsu since you could not do it. Like you mentioned, it had been a good while since the war. Kakashi had no need to be fighting or using any jutsus. Unable to resist a laugh, you stared at the two Kakashi's.

"What a cheater," You smiled. Kakashi hummed, sitting beside you,

"You know, I just had an idea." He leaned towards your ear, nibbling against the lobe, "You can say no, but what if I-we had some fun tonight?" He whispered, motioning towards his shadow clone.

You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. Kakashi's clone sat on your opposite side, his hands stroking your body as your Kakashi kept kissing your neck. This was new and different. You gasped lowly as both Kakashi's brought their hands up your shirt. Your Kakashi brought your lips to his, kissing you lovingly while his clone sucked against your neck. Tingles were going off everywhere as excitement started to pool down to your panties.

Your shirt disappeared in an instant. Both Kakashi's had your breasts in each of their mouths. You muffled a whimper, not used to this kind of stimulation. You gasped again as your Kakashi started to rub your clit while his clone kept stroking your sides. Your mind could not focus on any one of them. Your hips started to squirm, trying to free yourself from the pleasure. Kakashi chuckled towards your reaction and took your pants off.

"You seem to be enjoying this," He hummed.

You just pouted towards him, wanting to complain but his clone swallowed your complaints with a kiss. Kakashi brought his head to your wet pussy, licking and sucking against your sensitive bud. You tried to moan, but Kakashi's clone kept swallowing your kisses as he continued to play with your breasts. His fingers pinching your nipples causing your body to arch slightly. Kakashi's tongue roughly flicking your clit as his fingers teased your hole.

You started to moan as Kakashi held down your hips. Kakashi chuckled lowly as he entered a finger into your drenched hole. His clone sucking against your neck as your moans grew louder. Kakashi kept pumping his fingers as he and his clone watched you fall apart. You arched your back, feeling yourself about to cum. Kakashi removed his fingers right when he was about to. Placing you on your knees, Kakashi hummed as he started to press his cock inside your folds.

"A-Ah~ Kakashi~" You moaned.

Kakashi grunted as he inserted his whole dick inside your throbbing pussy. His clone pulling his pants down, placing his harden cock in front of you. Knowing where this was going, you opened your mouth, sucking against Kakashi's clone's dick. You muffled a moan as you tried to focus on one thing. Kakashi's dick filling you or his clone's dick in your mouth. Two holes being filled by his large member.

"You know the safe word," Kakashi hummed as he started to thrust into you.

You eyes widen as both Kakashi's started to thrust their dicks into you. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as the pleasure was starting to overwhelm you. Kakashi's dick pounding into your throbbing pussy, reading your orgasm fast. His clone' dick pushing deep against your throat. Your mind started to grow hazy as you focused on both of Kakashi's dicks ruining you.

Your body trembled as you reached your first orgasm. Kakashi grunted as your pussy started to squeeze him even more. His grip against your waist tighten as he started to pound against your cunt. Each thrust of his dick, hitting your cervix. You could feel your arms grow weak as drool rolled down your lips. You sucked against his clone's dick, the pain numbing from him deep throating you.

"I want to hear you moan, so we'll help you," Kakashi grunted as his clone removed his dick from your mouth.

You cried out a loud moan as Kakashi ripped another orgasm from you. He fasten his pace, slowing down to give you a fill of his cum. Your breathing was heavy as Kakashi pulled out. He moved away as his clone took over and entered your drenched hole. Another moan escaped your lips as Kakashi's clone started to pound your already bullied cunt.

"Are you okay?" Kakashi asked you, playing with your breasts as he kissed your face.

"Mhm~ Y-Yes...s'much...mhm m-more," You babbled, moaning loudly. Kakashi chuckled as you reached for his dick, stroking him as his clone started to thrust deeper into you,

"Hn, you're too good to me," Kakashi hummed, throwing his head back as you started to suck him off.

Kakashi's clone groaned as he fasten his pace, cumming inside you. You body shook as you moaned against Kakashi's dick. Kakashi held your hair, watching you bob your head against him as his clone continued to pound you. Your face getting more blissed out by the second. Kakashi watched your movements as you started to slow down. Your moans getting sloppy as you moved your hips. Kakashi lifted your head, kissing you gently as you cam again. His clone moaning as he gave you another fill of him.

Letting his clone disappear, Kakashi placed you on his lap, thrusting inside you. You leaned against him, whimpering in pleasure as your pussy got devoured by his cock. Kakashi stroked your waist, watching you get more cock drunk. He groaned lowly as you kept squeezing the life out of his dick.

"Would now be a bad time...to hn...ask you to marry me?" He said with a low chuckle.

"Hah, ah~ K-Kakashi~" You began to shake as your vision blurred, "Yes! Yes!" You cried as you cam again.

Kakashi held you as you collapsed on him, panting heavily. He gave you soft yet deep thrusts, wanting to chase his final high. Stroking your head, Kakashi huffed as he poured one last load of his cum inside your womb. Sighing heavily, Kakashi held you in his embrace,

"So, was that a yes to marrying me...or me fucking you?" He asked out of curiosity. You weakly laughed,

"Both," You replied, nuzzling into his chest, "Both."

Kakashi smiled as he kissed your head. He carried you to the bathroom, ready to take another bath. You mewled in response, enjoying his lazy, yet caring attitude.

"Kakashi,"

"Hm?" He hummed, holding you between his legs.

"This was the one thing I don't mind doing again."

#kinktober #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake #kakashi sensei #kakashi smut #naruto smut #kakashi x reader smut

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mariacrow · 9 months

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How about a (bayverse)transformers x reader that is from our universe? Like we somehow got into the movies which means we know everything, who dies,when they die, who to trust ect. so that would mean that we can save bots that are going to get killed yk?(jazz my baby🥺🥺) okay so if you have no clue how to write it, you dont have to!!!

I totally get you! It’s like an AU I have myself :) My brain simply CANNOT comprehend that they’re dead. What if, to add a little more spice, we’re actually a Witwicky or better yet Sam’s sibling! I’ll leave that to your imagination ;) and I know exactly how to write this piece ;)

AU where Jazz, Ironhide and Ratchet are saved by Y/N!

2nd person

female reader

takes place in Transformers (2007)

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)

takes place in Transformers: Age of Extinction (2014)

battle, injuries, reassurance, swearing, flirting…

JAZZ lives!

“YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME!? YOU WANT A PIECE!?” blasting Megatron’s legs, Jazz was angrily shouting while you were watching, standing on top the same building Megatron was on along with Jazz in his claws.

“No! I want two!” Megatron yelled angrily.

“Hey! Hey big guy! Megs!” you yelled as loudly as you could so Megatron could hear you. Your plan was to distract him. “Megatron!!!”

Just when he was about to rip Jazz in two pieces, he turned around because he heard you. Jazz took that opportunity immediately and blasted him in the face. Megatron groaned in pain and irritation as his grip on Jazz went loose.

“You ain’t that smart after all, you pile of rust!” Jazz mocked him as he got out of his grasp and jumped towards you.

Megatron quickly turned around and aimed at you both while groaning in indescribable anger. Jazz grabbed you and jumped off the building while Megatron was trying to blast you both.

“Hold on tight, baby girl!” not the best time for flirting.

Jazz transformed into his BMW and secured you in the driver’s seat with a seatbelt, driving down the building, vertically.

“WOOOAH! JAZZ WATCH OOOUT!”

Inching from the ground, he partially transformed to safely push himself onto the ground. He did scratch his bumper though.

“Aw man! Not the bumper!”

He was speeding through the streets, drifting and sliding like the pro he is. You could barely comprehend what just happened.

“Quite of a bumpy ride, huh~?” he said kinda seductively.

“Jazz, you’re insane.” you said, chuckling.

“You saved my life out there, kid, you know that?”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

“Yeah.” he chuckled, “ “Friends~” “

🩶

IRONHIDE lives!

“For the sake of our survival, a deal had to be made… With Megatron.” Sentinel said as he repeated his gun.

Your eyes widened. Your heart skipped a beat as a heavy wave of adrenaline struck your body. The gun you were holding felt heavier than ever.

“IRONHIDE, WATCH OUT!!!” you shouted and started shooting at Sentinel’s face, aiming for his optics. You made him groan as his aim on Ironhide became wonky.

Ironhide turned around in time and got his weapons out. Sentinel managed to blast his arm off. It made Ironhide groan and lose balance, falling onto his knee as he was trying to shoot Sentinel with his other arm but the pain was keeping him away from being precise.

“NOOO!” you panicked because of Ironhide, seeing he’s badly injured.

“TRAITOROUS PUNK!” Ironhide cussed.

“GET BACK!!!” Lennox yelled.

Bumblebee reacted quickly, the fight was on. Sentinel managed to blast the base, sparkles and heat were all over the place, you could barely see anything. The sharp pieces of metal were flying everywhere which got you injured. Your arm was badly hurt which made you drop your gun and yelp.

Suddenly you could feel a huge, strong metal hand grab you and pull you back. Clinking of Ironhide’s transformation surrounded you and you soon found yourself inside of the black RAM.

He floored it along with Bee. You could hear him groan. His turning was wonky, he was barely driving.

“We need to find Ratchet, ASAP!”

“I don’t need no medic!” you could hear pain in his voice.

“Ironhide, it is not the time for your stubbornness! Please! That grandpa blasted your whole arm off!”

He angrily drifted into an alley and transformed back. You flew out and hit the ground as he slid down the wall, sitting down, holding his leaking shoulder.

You bravely got up and climbed on his leg, taking a better look at him.

“Ironhide, please…” you looked at him with pleading eyes, “This is serious and I don’t know how to fix it…”

Seeing you almost cry because of him made his spark ache. The fact you worry so much about him made it even harder for him to suppress his feelings…

“Fine… Call Ratchet…” he huffed, his ego kinda hurting.

And so you did. He was on his way. You were praying he arrives safely.

Ironhide picked you up and placed you on his other shoulder, gently keeping his servo around you. You smiled and leaned against his helm, giving him a hug. Funny how you both got your left arms injured. Twins!!!

“It’s gonna be alright… I promise…”

“Well I ain’t dying yet.” he chuckled through the pain, “I didn’t even get to take you out.”

He made you chuckle, “Well then. What are you doing tomorrow?”

You both had a good laugh as Ratchet’s sirens were approaching.

Ironhide was saved.

🩶

RATCHET lives!

Ratchet and you were hiding on that abandoned boat for a long time. It was quite difficult for survival but you had him and he had you. He has great survival skills, he taught you a lot.

The night they went hunting for you both almost meant the end. Thankfully you were there with him to react on time. You weren’t sleeping, you were guarding the hiding spot.

It was a peaceful night with a clear sky. You furrowed you eyebrows once the silence was ruined by helicopters in the distance. They were getting closer, you saw them as well as bunch of cars on the dirt road. Your eyes widened as you ran to Ratchet.

“Ratchet! Ratchet, wake up! We need to go, now! They’re coming for us!!”

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

“Yes! I saw them in the distance! Come on, hurry!” you said while quickly packing everything you had, picking up your bag and running out with him. He had a bad feeling about this but he trusted you nonetheless.

The boat got blasted from far away, you didn’t even see who did it. All you knew is that it made you jump off the boat. Ratchet grabbed you mid air and transformed into the ambulance vehicle. You found yourself tumbling inside as he got onto the ground and floored it.

Someone kept blasting you from far away. It was Lockdown tracking you but you had no clue.

“Someone is tracking us! We need to lose them!”

“I know where to go. I suggest you hold on tight! Safety first!” he’s so wholesome.

Suddenly, Ratchet’s tire got blasted. Both of you almost went flying.

“Primus!” Ratchet exclaimed and groaned.

“WOAH!” you bounced inside, securing yourself with a seatbelt, “Your tire is gone!”

Nevertheless, he kept driving with no back tire. You kept being chased by enormously strong blasts until you lost whoever was trying to kill you.

“Whatever was trying to kill us… it isn’t human. I don’t think we have such artillery… and it wasn’t coming from the sky for sure.”

“Humans have made an alliance with the Deceptacons. They won’t stop until they butcher us all!” he said with emotional pain in his voice while driving deep into the countryside, going for an abandoned junkyard.

You sat there, resting. Ratchet seemed hopeless until he spoke.

“Optimus will come back. I know he will. All of this isn’t for nothing…”

You looked up at him and smiled, standing up.

“I’ll go find a spare tire.”

You made him smile, “Thank you. You’re a sweetheart…”

That night you saved the medic’s life without even knowing how butchered he could’ve been by Savoy, Lockdown and KSI…

Dividers belong to @saradika 🩶

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cybiirz · 6 months

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Wriothesley x Gn!Reader

Sypnosis : Seems like a certain Warden had tired himself out. Being the kind person you were, you chose to help, but you forgot how deceiving an inmate can be. He was no different…But at least he pays?

WC : 829

“Wriothesleyyy! I brought you something from Sigewinne. She says it’s for like, helping you stay awake or whatever,” You groaned out as you treaded up the stairs. Currently, you were holding a large box of medicine that you were supposed to be delivering to other inmates.

That was your punishment for getting involved in a little experiment that was supposedly forbidden in the fortress…Either way, it was tiring and you just wanted it to be done with.

Your footsteps echoed against the walls as you stomped onto the metal stairwell. Finally, you reached the top, and with a lack of breath might you add. Who the hell needed so much medicine anyway? Nevertheless, you kept your head low as you observed the different bottles inside.

“There’s a lot here, let me just find yours and…got it. Huh, this thing has way too many side effects! How the hell do you even—” You lifted up your head to look at Wriothesley, only to find him practically passed out on his desk. You paused and cocked your head to the side.

Suddenly, you had an idea and with a smile and a slight skip in your step, you closed in on the desk. Outstretching your arms, you held the box over the table before dropping the heavy equipment, creating a loud slam against the wood.

No reaction.

“Huh? So he’s really knocked out then,” You murmured quietly to yourself. You opted to walk around the table and slowly approached his unconscious form. You began poking his head, and to no surprise, no reaction.

“Jeez. You overwork yourself too much you idiot,” You whispered next to him. Glancing at all of his papers, it took less than a second to see how messed up everything was. You sighed deeply and decided to help out this son of a gun.

It had been about an hour or so, with you going over the different documents and having to dig deep into his shelves to pair up each page to its designated folder. Covering your mouth, you let out a loud yawn before looking back over at the warden. Still fast asleep.

A small chuckle left your lips as you walked back over to him. Resting yourself against the table, you lifted your left hand and gently stroked his head.

“Well I organised each and every document for you. And since I went over each word written, I've seen you’re doing a good job for this prison. Even for inmates like me, you treat us well…But you are definitely paying me back one way or another once you’re awake,” After partially scolding him but mainly complimenting him, you began to get lost in a daze as you stared softly at the man in front of you.

Once you finished speaking, his head turned slightly, eyes opening with a small smirk splayed on his lips. You swiftly retracted your hand and looked away, trying to avoid his stare.

“Thanks for that (name). I appreciate you doing that but, you know I could’ve done all of it that whole time. I wasn’t actually asleep you know?,” He replied, his voice slightly condescending.

“Yeah well I expect payment back and—” Your arms crossed over your chest before you paused. What did he just say? “Hang on, you were pretending?! You little liar! You’re so lazy that you had to fake sleeping to get someone else to do your work for you?! Now I better get that payment before I rip your—”

You were quickly cut off as a pair of lips landed directly onto yours. Your eyes instantly widened in shock as Wriothesley lifted his hand and cupped your face. Slowly but surely, you melted into the kiss and held your arm up before resting your hand onto his shoulder.

After parting, the light sounds of heavy breathing could be heard from you. You tried to look everywhere apart from him, but he moved his hand to grip your chin, causing you to face him.

“That was, unnecessary warden,” You mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“That was your payment,” He responded smugly. Looking at him with your blood rushing to your cheeks, you noticed the slight crease in the corners of his eyes. He was smiling at you, and not one of mockery or a fake smile, it was genuine.

“Well then…I have to get going and deliver these to the other inmates. Thank you for paying me back,” You cleared your throat before moving away from him and picking up the box. You left his medicine on the table as you made sure to secure the lid of the box. He crossed his arms over his torso as you began to descend down the stairs.

“(Name). Come back again and I'll be sure to repay you for whatever documents you organise for me,” Wriothesley’s voice had a somewhat teasing lilt to it, but it was evident he was serious. You rolled your eyes and simply scoffed at him before taking your leave.

But who were you to deny such a special treat?

A/N : Love me a little overworked man. But anyway, it’s finally my half term so i’ll hopefully be posting small drabbles that appear my head. Series work is becoming boring so oneshots and drabbles will probs be my thing. I might finish off the Gepard series but we’ll see. Also i’m thinking of doing a revamp to this blog buttt idk. Anyways, hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave requests!

#genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x y/n #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley fluff #i love wriothesley

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babygirl-riley · 5 months

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You Can’t Catch Me Now

After ending a FwB with Ghost, you started to date another man. Little did you know that Ghost regrets slipping through his fingers.

A/N: Your callsign is Fox.

“The months will pass, you’ll feel it all around. I’m here. I’m there. I’m everywhere. But you can’t catch me now.”

Warnings: angst, PURE angst, toxic relationships, non established relationship, mentions of sex, mentions of major character death, not happy ending, mentions of childhood trauma, trauma, swearing

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You both were standing in the middle of Ghost’s room. Tears stained your cheeks as his eyes glared. You rolled your eyes as you gathered more of your belongings. “Where ya goin’?” He said harshly.

“I can’t keep doing this,” You mumbled. “I know the fucking promise or deal or whatever you want to fucking call it but I can’t.”

Ghost chuckled and shook his head. “I told you this would be a fuckin’ problem. Yet your stupidity again caught the best of you.”

You snapped your head at him. “Yet YOU let it happen. YOU call me. YOU drag me to meeting rooms. YOU made this stupid mistake.”

“Mistake? You think of this…”

“Yes.” Both of you stared for a moment. Ghost was angry yet understood why you would feel that way. You just confessed your love for him. Telling him that the sex wasn’t just sex anymore. Yet months before this you promised, you said that you could handle not caring.

Ghost wanted more of course but fear was the factor. Fear of loving someone too much and losing them. He can’t do it. He can’t go through heartbreak after heartbreak. His luck isn’t good. It never will be. So why couldn’t you subside your feelings like he could? If you couldn’t then you had to go.

“Ya too damn afraid to be alone or desperate which is which,” Ghost tried to grab the words as they left his mouth. He knew that he should have shut up when your face went blank. The sadness and anger leaving quickly. “Huh? Nothing? Figures go find someone else to get into your pants then.”

You scoffed and went towards his door, opening it. Before you closed it you mumbled. “At least I know how to feel.”

Ghost’s chest tightened immediately, you didn’t know anything of his past. You just knew the basic things of a person, so you wouldn’t know that he hid behind Ghost so Simon could be protected. He wanted to, god he would love to but he couldn’t. Fear. Fear is what held him back. He thought that this was the best thing to happen, keep you away and his feelings would follow suite.

And yet here he is, staring at you with the man you brought. It was the formal military ball held every year. One significant other and you, that was all that was invited to the ball. You looked beautiful in your red dress, your hair down, and your smile. God he will never forget that beautiful smile. He used to make you smile like that, the way you slightly would tilt your head when you laughed.

Ghost felt pure jealousy, he didn’t know of course it was. He never got jealous. Never needed to. Until now. Now his blood reeks of jealousy and anger, he is taking to Soap, who is making both him and YOU laugh. Ghost is sure the man is nice but he hates him and will hate him until the day he dies.

When you brought him over, the glare is still there. Just give a short hi before ignoring both your boyfriend and you. It burns irritation into your veins in which with your pettiness you give the same effort. The man sat between Ghost and you which made Ghost even more angrier. He shouldn’t. But he is. Throughout the dinner the team is loving your man. The man that isn’t Ghost.

“‘ll be back.” Ghost mumbles before storming to the nearest exit. He needed a cigarette take off some of the tension.

“What’s your problem?” His heart skipped, it shouldn’t have. He doesn’t deserve it.

“Just needed to smoke.” He grumbled taking in the cancerous stick.

“No it’s not that,” You scoffed walking around to have him facing you. You were angry. Why? You shouldn’t be, you have what you want. “You’ve been cold.”

Ghost chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah? And what ‘bout it?”

“He didn’t do anything to you.” You hissed.

“He did.”

This time you laughed. “What the hell does that mean Simon.”

Simon. Someone that is hiding currently having Ghost play the game. Ghost stared right at you. “He took you.”

You were dumbfounded and now very angry. “He TOOK me? He didn’t take me from you. I never belonged to you. I was just your stress relief Simon.”

Ghost scoffed. “You really felt that I was using you just for sex?”

You knew he wasn’t, the small actions that he would do. Tap your knee underneath the table during briefings. Brush his hand on your lower back to move you if he was passing by. Send texts of dumb jokes. Would always be by your side. He wasn’t. You wanted to hear him say it. Needed to hear him say it. You would drop everything.

“Was it?” You asked watching his movements, his eyes, his hands.

Ghost knew the game and he wasn’t playing it. Simon wanted to begging for the truth to leave his lips. Yet Ghost was in control. “I’m not playing ya game. I asked you.”

Your game? Before you could answer your boyfriend walked out. “Hey baby they are doing the awards.” You snapped your head over to him, gave that smile you would give to new recruits.

“Okay coming.” You said looking up at Ghost. “I’ll see you inside lieutenant.”

Ghost watched you walk away, he should have said something. He didn’t know there was a time limit. He should have learned that everyone has a time clock.

Time that had slowed. “We are pinned!” You yelled in the comms.

Ghost looked over at Price who nodded as they sprinted together. They were on some mountain in Russia. Makarov’s men pinned you and Gaz at an industrial site. Laswell found the jackpot of weapons and ammunition for Makarov’s movements. When they reached the site fire burning parts of the site. No doubt from the C4 you had. Bullets flying past everyone’s heads.

Gaz was the first to be found. “Bloody time Cap!” He yelled as he ducked behind a concrete slab.

“Where’s Fox?” Ghost asked looking around.

“She went in there to place the C4,” Gaz explained pointing to the building just a few yards away. “I tried to stop her.”

“Bollocks,” Price mumbled grabbing his comms. “Fox come in.”

It was static, making Ghost’s heart clench into nothing. “Fox com..”

“Captain Price,” Everyone’s face dropped. Makarov. “It’s interesting that you would find me here. Yet again you will not bring me to your justice.”

Ghost looked over at the building, looking for you. Wanting to see your face pop through any window. Door. Crack. Maybe you dropped your comms. “Don’t worry you haven’t left yet.” Price growled out.

“Promise you Price. I will.” Once those words left his mouth Ghost found you. On top of the roof of the building.

“Price,” Ghost said pointing towards you. Price glared following his direction, so did Gaz. “Fox.”

You had a pistol to your head with one of Makarov’s goons, that’s all he could see. “You sure you want to lose another Sargent?”

Price had no emotion but signaled for them to move forward. Ghost could get a better look of you. You were shaking your head trying to take off the duck tape. Ghost looked around there was no one else.

Your heart raced as you finally got the tape off. “Price no! It’s a tra…”

That’s when Ghost felt himself fly a few feet. Slamming into the ground, his ears ringing, his vision blurred. He looked over to see Gaz and Price getting up. Gunfire erupted. Ghost panicked, looking frantically, the building where you were on, now rubble. “No.” He whispered, grabbing his rifle.

Price grabbed his vest dragging him behind a wall. It was a minute as they returned fire. Watching as Makarov hopping on the bloody helicopter. Ghost kept shooting until the helicopter and the bullets were gone. Price panted as he looked over at the building. “Fuck.”

Ghost got up and sprinted to the rubble. He lifted and threw rubble, Gaz doing the same. Price radioing in Laswell, as he started to lift some as well. Before Price could say to fall back, Ghost say your hand. Your hand. “I got her!” He yelled.

Gaz and Price helped him lift the rubble and scrape you out. He smiled as he saw your face, he found you. He won’t let you slip through his fingers again. He will catch you. However, once pulling you out, your chest was still. Blood seeping through parts of your clothing. Nose dripping with blood.

“Love,” He whispered as he held you in his arms. You were facing him, he sat down off of his heels as he snaked his arm from under your back and lifted. “Hey come on Fox, open ya eyes.”

Price and Gaz knew, they have seen it before. Ghost did too. However, Simon was in the denial. You will open your eyes. Your beautiful eyes will look at him, give him your smile. You were fine. “Come on babygirl, you are fine ya? Fox? Please. Fox?”

Roses. Roses is what you said that were your favorite flowers. Roses. That is what was littered onto your casket. You only had your sister, so the funeral was small. Just 141, Laswell, and your sister. The boyfriend couldn’t show up, figures. Why would he? Says that it was too hard for him.

It was raining. Rain that you loved, the smell. He remembered when you danced in it, pulling him with you. Hopping on the bloody puddles. Having him laugh and act like a child that he never got to be.

Your sister talked about how you would make her smile by filling your mouth with grapes. Making it a contest. In which you did the same for him, it was the first week on the team. You were staring at him before shoving a couple of grapes in your mouth. Soap joining you, you won. Ghost sighed as he thought about how you were with Soap. You and him probably having that bloody contest again.

“It should have been you.” Your sister whispered to him as people went back to their cars. Ghost frowned looking down at her. “I mean the boyfriend.”

Ghost’s heart broke even more. “I was never good for her.” He said looking forward.

“She never thought that.” She whispered before looking up at him. “She loved you, even with the idiot, she only wanted you.” That rang through his head how you wanted him.

After that week everything that you loved would come up. Your song that you would repeat over and over, when showering. Ghost thought he heard you calling his name in the halls one night. In the bar someone looked like you, he thought that he was imagining almost went up to her. To finally snap back to see it wasn’t. Him skipping through shows and movies, landing on yours when his battery died. He watched it. After your death your dog needed a home. So he kept it, your sister couldn’t take him since she was moving to the United States. Seeing your dog always reminded him of you.

Ghost didn’t cry. Not at your funeral. Not at the signs of you. Not even when your dog did a trick only you taught him. Nothing. Until two weeks later. Never had he seen a fox in real life, not in the zoo or in their habitat. Ghost was hunched on a hill, waiting for orders to move forward. Watching the base from afar, hiding in the snow. 20 minutes went by, him still laying on the ground, scopes on. He was still until he felt something brush his leg. Making him snap his head and pulling his side arm out. When the barrel was met with a white fox, is whole body froze.

The fox was staring at him with no fear. Even sat down, staring at him, Simon felt hot tears brimming his eyes. He dropped his side arm and sobbed quietly. The fox laid close to his leg, cuddling into him. Simon tried to stop but couldn’t, he fucked up. He let you slip through his fingers. His fear outweighed his love for you.

Simon glared at the fox as it got up coming up to him brushing against him. Before placing its head on his. “I love you.” Simon whispered, the fox then left.

He watched it walk away, the fox looking one time before disappearing in the trees. Simon laid there staring in that spot. He never was able to catch you but somehow. You did. You will have always caught him. You will always be in his life. No matter where you are.

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strawbeelemonade · 11 months

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Imagine: going to a Garden centre/Plant Nursery with Miguel O’Hara

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🕷 - No I don’t care if this is stupid. Yeah I just got back from a garden centre when writing this.

🕷 - They are so much fun, I don’t care if it’s a bit old person of me.

🕷 - This man is willing to do old people stuff with you.

🕷 - Your both wandering around and he keeps stopping to look a grills because it’s,,, he’d totally yearn for a grill. It’s a feeling. But he always moves on because he’d get angry at himself for wanting something domestic like that.

🕷 - He pushes around the cart.

🕷 - No get off he’s doing it.

🕷 - He will follow you, just get what you want babe.

🕷 - He’s not a plant guy, he’s never been a plant guy. But in this scenario you are DEFINITELY a plant person. So when you ask to go together he starts the car in a heartbeat.

🕷 - It’s like a little date.

🕷 - He always comes prepared. If you go in the spring or summer then you’ll definitely feel the heat.

🕷 - It hits him way harder, he’s much more sensitive in every way, so he sweats a lot more. Awooga.

🕷 - He’s got water on hand if you get thirsty. Your welcome babe.

🕷 - There are always people with dogs EVERYWHERE in these places. Watching you love on every dog you pass by makes him want to get a puppy.

🕷 - He acts like a cat, but I feel like he’s secretly a dog guy really deep down, you know.

🕷 - Every dog is obsessed with him, even if he shows no interest in petting them. it drives you up the wall.

🕷 - If anyone runs their cart into you he will beat ass.

🕷 - If anyone speaks to you disrespectfully he will beat ass.

🕷 - He is literally ready to beat so much ass at any given moment. Just because he’s nice to you doesn’t mean he’s like that with everyone else.

(I literally checked those 3 paragraphs multiple times to make sure I spelt ‘beat’ right.)

🕷 - His main personality trait is carrying heavy things for you.

🕷 - He doesn’t mind if you wanna peruse a bit… it’s ok since it’s you. He one of those people that will literally go with whatever. If your happy then he’s happy.

🕷 - He hardly gets time away from work. And his ‘night gig’ takes up a lot of his time too. Between all that and The Society… that doesn’t leave a lot of time for you. It makes him feel really guilty, So he is completely willing to do or buy whatever you’d like.

🕷 - He doesn’t understand why you keep trying to save wilting and dying plants. Why would you pay full price for a half dead orchid when there’s dozens of healthy ones right next to it??

🕷 - He doesn’t mind paying for it but he wants you to have the best. >:(

🕷 - When you both get home he’s reminded of why you do it.

🕷 - Your home is full of heathy, happy plants, nurtured by your loving hands. It’s a statement of the kind of person that you are. Full of love freely to give.

🕷 - He loves you so much.

🕷 - If your into propagating succulents he’ll point out all the random cuttings cascaded on the floor for you to grab. He likes seeing your eyes light up.

🕷 - you will leave that place with handfuls of cuttings.

🕷 - Free real estate babyyyy.

🕷 - Seeing all the kids totting along with their families makes his heart clench.

🕷 - One day you see a little boy ducking between some large pots, he seems to be hiding away from all the big shopping carts rolling by.

🕷 - Miguel sees him first, his heightened sense pick up on his nervousness almost immedietaly, but he hesitates.

🕷 - he’s not sure what to do, He doesn’t really know how to approach kids anymore.

🕷 - While he’s fighting an internal battle within himself, You swoop in.

🕷 - You ask if the kid is ok, and you take his hands and lift him out from between the stacked pots. He giggles and Miguel’s heart skips a beat.

🕷 - Miguel stands next to you awkwardly, watching in awe as you work your magic and make the kid laugh. You dry his tears and give him something to drink.

🕷 - He tells you he got separated from his mom in the confusion of all the crowd, and that he tried to stay put and wait for her to come back. You tell him how he’s such a smart boy, and that he was very brave.

🕷 - Miguel lifts him on to his shoulders silently so he can spot his parents. The man absolutely towers over all the plants. When he hears the kid giggling above him his the kid giggling above him his resting bitch face relaxes a bit.

🕷 - Miguel comes out of his shell a bit more as you both wait for his parents. The kid absolutely loves him. Miguel is starting at the sweet expression on your face as you chat with the kid and he is absolutely w i n d e d.

🕷 - has he ever told you that your really good with kids.,,

🕷 - haha.

🕷 - down bad fr.

🕷 - Then you spot Two women rushing towards you and they thank you both for finding and helping their son. And the moment is over.

🕷 - You assure them that it’s not a problem and you mention how sweet their child is.

🕷 - After you give a little wave you turn back to Miguel and he’s— wait.

🕷 - “Miggy, why are you looking at me like that?”

🕷 - “Like what, cariño?”

🕷 - Y e a r n i n g .

🕷 - Bro will literally drag you home, immedietely.

🕷 - Sorry not sorry.

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#miguel ohara #spider man #into the spider verse #spiderman #spiderman99 #spiderman 99 #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #use of Spanish petnames that I could be fumbling #sorry #this fic was made under the pretence that his daughter is dead #we all saw the trailer #she’s probably dead 💀#I wrote this before the movie has come out so I hope I’m wrong #edit: ok so i wasn't wrong oh no

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And They were Roommates (Part 14)

A/N: THIS IS LONG. LIKE THIS TAGLIST ok so, again, thank you so, so so much for the tips guys! it helps so much and they make me so happy! I am so so so happy of the way this story has grown on you guys, the art you guys been making and the comments just make my day.. THANK YOU.

So this is the first time we see the new characters they will be in next chapters as well!

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SEXUAL CONTENT, SEMI PUBLIC? FEAMLE READER.

You walked around the mall with the many men running and babbling around you. Simon had kept his promise and taken you shopping. The boys had obviously heard about it and asked to come with you. You had shopped for a few pieces of clothing and now you just roamed around while the boys walked into almost every shop along the way.

Simon was getting frustrated.

"Why are we babysitting?" Ha had grumbled.

"Simon we're not-" you wanted to counter.

Gaz's laugh rang as you both turned to see Soap with what seemed to be a full Pikachu onesie on. You bit your lip and tried not to laugh too hard as Ghost looked absolutely done.

You had walked past a lingerie shop and decided to check it out, Gaz and Soap had tried to follow you, Konig looking everywhere but the shop's display. Simon had grabbed the two men by the back of the collar, pulling them back like two toddlers. You had looked around before flashing on a perfect little a piece of black matching bra and panties with garters.

You had bought it, skipping your way out of the store with a silly smile on your lips. Simon had glanced at your bag before sending you a dark look that promised good times.

You had passed by a GameStop, the boys getting lost in video games. You, as promised, had bought the full pack of Sims for Konig who had been thrilled but decided to also buy him the Minecraft creeper plush he was eyeing, eyes glittering. Ghost kept repeating that you should stop mommying him, that he was a full grown man, a scary predator on the field. You had completely ignored him and happily watched Konig's eyes lighten up as you handed him the bag.

You also decided to walk into a makeup shop. Simon had followed you with curious eyes. He looked at everything you looked at. He looked even more curious when you grabbed a dark red lipstick.

"Are you going to buy it?" He asked.

"Hum… I don't know. I like the color but-"

He softly took it out of your hands and walked straight to the cashier. You looked, astounded, as he walked back to you with the small bag.

"S..Simon?" You whispered to him.

He grabbed your hand walking you out of the shop.

You were tired when you finally got home, almost around dinner time. You had gone to your bedroom to put down all your brand new things as the boys offered to cook dinner. Simon remained with them to stop anyone from trashing the kitchen. You were putting the new pieces of clothing in the washing machine, your mind wandering around the laptop in your room. You had kept Darkends computer. You had not opened it yet after the last time.

You turned on the machine before walking back to your room. You sat at your desk opening the laptop. You bit your lip, torn between finally digging into the mind of the sick man or simply letting the IT's take care of it. You decided to let your curiosity win. You looked around, most files were encrypted, lots were with viruses. You had to be honest, the asshole was good. But you had patience, and skills. You decided to connect one of your hard drives with a little program you had coded yourself. It'd dig out a lot of hidden files but wouldn't try to decrypt them. You'd do that on your own, just in case he had programmed the files to erase themselves.

You got up, deciding to leave that to run on his own before walking downstairs to the team.

After dinner you walked back to your room. You had managed to find a lot of hidden files. You grabbed the laptop sitting down on your bed. A knock on the door made you look up.

"Come in." You rang.

Simon walked in, taking off his mask. Your breath still caught in your throat every single time.

"What are you doing darling?" He asked.

"Hunting. As always." You smiled at him.

He let himself fall to his knees on your bed, taking off his shirt. You bit your lip, the sight was divine. Did he knew it? He let himself fall down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You chuckled. He buried his face in your waist and you melted, pushing away the laptop further at the bottom of the bed.

"You alright?" You asked.

He hummed against you. He wanted to just rest like this so you let him, grabbing the laptop again. You let one of your hands massage his scalp. He groaned, holding you tighter. You alternated in between massaging his head and softly scratching his back. You kept searching through the computer. Decrypting the files. Simon's breath steadied. You smiled down at him. He fell asleep.

You melted. You gave up on the laptop, closing it and putting it on your night stand. You laid down, Simon adjusting himself in his sleep. You held him close to you. You smiled to yourself, a content sigh leaving your lips. You were happy. Yes. You were absolutely thrilled. And you decided to let yourself fall into the most peaceful sleep you've even got.

The next morning you woke up to Simon dropping kisses to your neck. You were nested in his arms, he had thrown a blanket over you. You giggled.

"Goo'morning.." you mumbled.

"Good morning bunny…" his morning voice raspier.

You blushed. You'd lie if you said it didn't turn you on. He felt it.

"My little bunny… I can feel you melt under my touch…" he teased.

He dropped another kiss on your neck. You closed your eyes, humming.

Knock knock knock.

He groaned, biting down on your soft skin, sucking there. You moaned out loud from shock. You felt his body shake from a silent laugh.

"Hum…" Soap's awkward voice rang from behind the door.

He let go of your neck, now looking annoyed.

"Yes sergeant ?"

"We … have to be on base in an hour."

He sighed.

"We'll be up in a minute, thank you Soap!" You said with a smile.

Soap sauntered away as you lost yourself into Simon's eyes again.

"I have to go to the base too…"

"You got work?" He asked.

"I have to get back. Got to talk to Hopkins about something." You answered.

He lowered himself, pulling you in for a kiss. You sighed against him, relaxing into his touch. It felt desperate. Deep. When you separated you saw his eyes shine with worry.

"Simon.."

"It kills me"

"What..?"

"Having this sword over my head at all times…"

You frowned. What was he talking about?

"Not… being able to protect you."

"Simon. You're scared that I'll go back to work?"

"Not scared. Worried."

You kissed him again. You grounded each other in a kiss, in a touch.

"Simon.." you whispered against his lips. "We both have dangerous jobs… I am… as terrified as you to lose you. But I'm right here. Right now, we're here. Let's not think about the 'what ifs'.."

He kissed you again. His hand traveled against your skin, squeezing and rubbing every inch of you.

"Simon.." you chuckled.

He hummed, kissing down your neck.

"We have to get up… come on.."

He sighed, stopping in his tracks.

"Fine.." he mumbled against your skin.

You smiled down at him, kissing his cheek before escaping him, heading for the bathroom.

You were on base around one hour and half later. You were late. But it didn't matter. The boys headed off to their occupations as you went to the IT quarters. Everyone seemed happy to see you again. You had brought Darkends laptop with you, determined to dig and find Intel.

You had notified Hopkins that you wanted to meet with him later in the day. He had agreed for a 3pm meeting. It gave you time to decrypt and search a few things. You let yourself fall back deep in work, finally finding the comfort of the binary codes and scripts you've been so used to. You had managed to crack open lots of information. About the different types of trades this guy was into.

Drugs, guns, biochemicals. He ran deep into a lot of various things. You sent the IT team all you could find on the different trade locations or storage of the cartel. The more you digged the more you found. And it made you happy. You were finally getting there.

Unfortunately, what you had feared became real. Darkends wasn't alone. He seemed to have a whole team behind him, keeping a lot of sensitive Intel hidden and secured. You sighed. There wasn't much you could do on your own.

You went to lunch, taking a break from work. You met the boys, Price patting your head as he saw you. You exchanged information about the mission. They had also found more intel. You had kissed Simon's mask before skipping away back to work. Laswell passed by the quarters, taking in the new stuff you had found.

"You can still walk away from this Sparrow…"

"I know. And we both know I won't." You smiled at her.

When 3 pm almost rang you the IT team. You headed for one of the meeting rooms to wait for Hopkins.

He walked in right on time. You had intended for it to be a very private meeting. Only the three of you were there. Firstly you had exposed all of the new clues and files you had dug out. When the moment of Darkends team came, you had prepared your demand.

"I want my team."

He frowned. Laswell looked at you, trying to read your thoughts.

"Your team?" He asked.

"Yes. My team. Remember? All of the amazing agents you have, that I brought to your ranks or that I taught many things to. The amazing hackers that you have working for you because I wanted them to be protected."

You had taken a tone you hadn't heard in a little while. The protective mama bear.

"Hum.. alright. That can be done."

"I have other teammates to add. I'll need full immunity."

"Listen-" he started.

"You owe me." You reminded him.

He sighed, throwing his hands in the air. Laswell smirked.

"Fine." He agreed.

"I have something else." You said, leaning forward on the table. "We have noticed how much you suck at protecting someone on your own base."

Laswell's face fell, Hopkins looked away awkwardly.

"But Sergeant Gallegos is currently in a delicate situation."

He frowned.

"The..? Alright… hum-"

"Do your work. I don't care. But keep. Her. Safe." You warned.

Silence fell for a second.

"Are you threatening a general?" He asked.

Laswell tensed.

"No. But do realize that if something happens to her, I will wreck you. And we both know I'll make it out of it without a single reprimand. I will. And that, is a threat. End you." You spoke, without a hint of worry in your voice.

He cleared his throat after a few seconds. You smiled finally, relaxing.

"Great talk! Can't wait to see my babies again!" You cheered as if nothing happened.

Laswell shook her head but didn't comment. You bid your farewells in a very professional way. Laswell walked with you back to the IT wing.

"It's been a while since I've heard you threaten someone." She noted.

"Yeah… well you know. I didn't think I was working with an idiot who couldn't background check some guy." You taunted.

You smiled at her.

"It's alright, you know I don't hold you accountable for anything that happened Kate. But this isn't about me. Melissa is alone. I can't let her get hurt." You explained.

She nodded, leaving it at that. You fell back into work until around 6 pm. You texted Simon telling him you were heading home. He was training a bit before joining you so you'd wait for him there.

The house was incredibly empty without them. You had noticed how much it weighed on you now. You had gotten so used to them, to the noise, to their presence. You smiled to yourself. You decided to take a shower before figuring out something for the night.

You headed upstairs, feeling your mind still stuck on your work. You needed to get it out of your system before you got obsessed, which was never a good thing.

Around two hours later you had showered, dried your hair and slipped into one Simon t-shirt. You had turned on some random sit-com on TV and you were cleaning around your bedroom. The little bag with red lipstick attracted your gaze. You grabbed the little box, opening it, letting the little tube out. You hadn't tried it out yet. You decided now was as good as any other time. You opened it, rolling it and bringing it to your lips. You applied the dark red color on your lips, pressing them together to spread it evenly.

You actually liked the color. You heard footsteps in the hallway, now noticing the voices of the boys downstairs. Simon walked in, knocking softly on the door. He looked sweaty and tense. He threw his tactical shirt over his head as he spoke.

"Hey baby, can I take a sh-"

He froze, hands on his pants as he noticed your lips. You smirked.

"Of course darling!" You answered cherfully. "Let me just… get you a bit dirtier first…"

You stepped closer to him, lipstick still in one hand. You saw his muscles flex as your other hand touched his chest. He bent down as you got on your tippy toes. You dropped a kiss on his mask, leaving a red print of your lips. You left another kiss on the other side. You smirked, playing again and again, leaving kiss marks over his skin. First his neck, slowly towards his collar bone. His hand fisted in your hair but didn't stop you. He tasted salty from sweat.

You applied more lipstick once in a while to make sure the marks were visible enough. His chest, down to his abs. He flinched when you kneeled down, kissing his navel, the little beginning of hair trailing down into his pants.

Unfortunately for him you got up. He let go of your hair, you dropped more kisses on his wrist, forearms, shoulders. Time was frozen as he let you cover him in pretty little red imprints.

You walked behind him, planting more soft kisses to his shoulder blades, on his spine, down his back. He turned around grabbing your chin as he lifted his mask. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him. His lips met yours, lipstick smearing, but none of you could care less. You moaned against his lips. He separated, you were surprised there was barely any lipstick on his lips, you had probably used it all on his back. You dropped a kiss at the corner of his mouth, a faint mark left there as well. The hand on your chin kept your gaze on him. His thumb hovered on your lips.

He smeared the reddish color down at the corner of your lips, pupils dilating at the sight.

"LT-"

The door had stayed open. You couldn't see him, but you knew Gaz was at the entrance, probably frozen at the sight. Probably frozen under the very cold gaze his lieutenant was throwing. He stared at the man through his lashes, furious to be interrupted.

"What's going on-" you heard again.

This time you bit your lip, closing your eyes at Soap's voice.

"Daaaamn… he just got home Y/N!"

You blushed heavily, hiding your face in Simon's chest.

"Get. Out." He threatened.

The boys ran away. You laughed a bit, stepping back to admire your work.

"You like the sight? " He asked in a dark voice.

You bit your lip, nodding innocently at him.

"Good. Look at it. Cuz this. Is yours."

He stepped forward, taking your hand to bring it to his stomach.

" All. Of it"

You swallowed hard, feeling a breakable tension forming between the two of you.

"My mind. Body. Flesh and bone. It's all yours. Do you understand?"

You were lost in his words, you faintly nodded.

"Use your words bunny." He ordered. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir.."

"Good girl.." he praised.

He captured your lips one more time before separating, heading to the bathroom.

You whimpered, falling down again. You were exhausted. You wanted to go home. You were sure you'd be bruised. You had been working for a few days now, and Simon had insisted on giving you some self defense training. You had begrudgingly agreed to reassure him.

"You alright baby?" He asked.

"No! I want to go home!" You groaned, pouting at him.

He was barely out of breath. Yes. You knew a few things. After all, you had been on the run for a little while so you had to learn a few things. But you were not used to it, and against Simon, you didn't even manage to last a good minute.

He chuckled, pulling you up again.

"Come on… one more time."

You whined but got into position anyway. The sparing wasn't exactly rough, but he made sure to get you by surprise each time. He had said it was 'good training for you to expect anything from your opponent'. But you were tired and frustrated. Because even if he was sparring against you, you could feel the heat spreading through you as his forearms flexed. At the way he manhandled you so easily. He had noticed of course.

You were now holding his arms with your thighs, flush against your chest. You were both on the ground, he flipped you around, taking you by surprise again, freeing his arm. You backed away from him, crawling the best you could but he grabbed your ankles pulling you to him. You decided to catch him by surprise too, trapping his head in between your thighs and squeezing.

His hands met your waist, grabbing the waistband of your leggings and throwing you up. He fell back. He had probably intended to totally throw you away from him. But here you were. Sitting on his face. You gasped, eyes widening in shock.

"Simon!" You yelled.

You tried to get up, but the hands on your hips held you in place.

"No..nonononoo… wait!"

You felt him bite through the leggins, grazing your clit. You moaned. You blushed, hoping no one would come to the training room. He played again using his nose and masks to apply pressure and rub you even through the pants. It felt good… god it felt good.

Your hips started rocking against him. You moaned his name faintly, trying to hold in moans. You didn't know if you were trying to make him stop or begging him to keep going. He flipped you around making you fall on your back as he towered over you now.

"Fuck.." he cursed.

He pulled down your pants and panties leaving them around your knees. He lifted his mask to his nose.

"Simon! Anyone could walk in.." you whined.

He wasn't listening. He pushed your legs to your chest diving down to taste you. A long moan escaped your lips, his soft tongue licking through your folds.

"You're so wet baby… do you like it when I'm rough baby?" He questioned with a smirk.

You blushed, unable to answer as he went back to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue. He chuckled at your silence. He reached your mouth with one gloved hand. You already knew, and you obeyed as if it was an automatic command. You pulled on the fabric with your teeth, taking out his glove. His hand dived down.

He wet his finger with your juices before pushing one finger in. You threw your head back, moaning a bit louder. He pumped slowly in and out, stretching you slowly before adding another finger. You felt yourself clench on them, the heat you were feeling washing away any worries of who could walk in on you. His fingers curled inside making you buck your hips into his hand. You felt yourself getting closer and closer. He felt it. His tongue being careful to lick the way your body liked.

"Si.. Simon.." you called through moans.

He knew it. He curled his fingers a few more times, unfastening the knot that had built itself deep in your stomach. You felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave.

He let you ride your high on his tongue until you were too sensitive to keep going. He straightened himself, sitting on his knees. He looked down at you, eyes wild. He unbuckled his pants, the fucking sound of it always sent a delightful chill through you.

You were going to tell him you couldn't, you didn't have a Condom before he reached for his pocket to get one out. You smirked at him as he ripped it open with his teeth, his other hand freeing himself. You felt your heart jump in your chest. He pulled the transparent thing over his length, pumping himself a few times before grabbing your legs and throwing them over one of his shoulders. His tip at your entrance rubbed up and down, coating himself with your juices.

"You ok bunny?" He asked.

You nodded impatiently. He smirked at you, slowly dipping into your heat. His arm held your legs tightly together and against his chest. Slowly he filled you up, making you gasp. He stopped himself.

"Fuck… so perfect for me…"

You melted under his praise. Moaning out. Once you felt a bit more comfortable, you wiggled your hips for him to move. He didn't wait any longer, his own impatience taking over. He thrusted slowly in and out, throwing his head back. The more his cock dipped into you, the faster he got. The pace was restless, desperate. You chanted his name again and again as his eyes worshiped you. The way he looked at you made you clench around him, your own body letting him full control over you.

Your heart felt like it'd burst. The tears filling your eyes.

"So pretty…" he groaned.

He wouldn't stop staring at you, reverence in his eyes. A sound was heard not too far. You looked to your left, breath itching. His other hand reached for your chin making you look at him again.

"Eyes on me." He ordered.

He pounded deeper into you, making sure to emphasize his words.

"Fu..fuuuck… Simon ! Someone…" you tried.

"Fuck that."

You closed your eyes, not believing it.

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly.

"Eyes. On. me." He ordered, this time marking every word with a thrust.

You whined, eyes falling into his.

"Focus on me bunny…only on me" he growled.

He moaned, your walls clenching around him. His hips slammed into you, the sound echoing through the room, mixing with your moans and names. He changed the angle of his hips, making sure to thrust right into your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled back, feeling yourself being overstimulated. It burnt. Fuck it burnt and you loved it. You could feel yourself at the edge.

"Oh baby fuck… gonna cum…" he moaned. "You gonna cum with me? Huh? You want to be my good girl?" He groaned in between pants and moans.

Shit. He didn't even need to ask.

"Yes…y-yes… please… oh pleeeease" you moaned, way too loud for the actual place you were in.

He lifted your hips, thrusting deeper, almost pulling out the entire way before slamming right into you. You fell off the edge, stars filling your sight, rushes of pleasure crushing you. His hips thrusted a few more times before he groaned, eyes looking into yours as he came. It made your orgasm last longer, the simple fact that his eye contact made you way too hot was embarrassing.

You caught your breaths, panting. He pulled out, quickly dressing you again. He cleaned himself afterwards, taking out the condom and dressing himself back up. He kissed your lips, your cheeks.

"You ok? Sorry darling… I.. I Lost my shit again.."

You smirked, still breathing hard.

"Please.. do. I won't… complain." You teased.

He chuckled, pulling his mask down again.

"Alright. Training is over, let's go home."

The excitement was eating you up. After a week and half, you were finally informed that your team was coming. You had explained the situation to the boys and they were almost as excited as you. You had not seen them for a long while and you had missed them. You were skipping around the house waiting for the time to go to base. Their plane was scheduled for 2:45 pm. Only 45 minutes left.

"Bunny, calm down…" Simon tried in a soft low voice.

"I'm so excited!" You said jumping up and down in front of him.

His eyes softened instantly. Your smile had that power over him.

"Alright, let's go! Price's waiting for us on base." Gaz said heading for the door.

You grabbed Simon's hand pulling him toward the door.

You were quick to arrive there, meeting Price, Laswell and Hopkins.

You were all chatting when the plane finally arrived. The crushing wind made your hair fly. You were so excited though.

You rushed to it as it finally turned off the motors.

You waited patiently. The civil plane contrasted with all the military equipment. The small white jet was too normal. The door opened, the stairs falling into place. The first face to show up was a woman, a child in her arms. It was probably around 5. You jumped up and down, her face lighting up once she saw you.

"BISHOP!" You called.

The dark haired woman walked down the stairs. Her bright blue eyes were shining. Her pretty reddish lips made her look like a porcelain doll.

"Oh my god Sparrow!! It's been such a long time!!"

She hugged you, the child whining at the crushing hug.

"Sorry, hi Tyler!" You smiled at him.

He smiled at you, waving.

A second face popped at the entrance. More like a mask. The fox-like mask hid their face. Their blond reddish hair curled their way to their shoulders.

"They haven't lost their shyness." Bishop commented.

"Hey Grim!"

The person's head perked up, now walking down the stairs to you. You smiled at them as they headed to your arms. You tightly hugged them.

"I'm sorry to drag you into this… I promise you're safe…"

"I know" the shy voice said.

You held their hands squeezing comfortingly.

"God! Sparrow, you get me out of my basement for this?"

You turned to the man walking down the stairs. The chubby man with glasses grumpily looked around.

"Hey Carkeys." You called in a chuckle.

He rolled his eyes at the nickname making Bishop and Grim laugh a bit.

"You'll love it here I promise!"

"I doubt that.." he groaned, now pouting like a child.

The two last person's walked down the stairs, now looking around until they reached the rest of you.

"Hi Aquila!" you greeted.

The short white haired girl looked at you, throwing you a smile. The scars across her nose and lips moved with the action.

"Hi Sparrow" she greeted back with a smile.

You looked at the other person. The redhead's eyes filled with tears. You embraced her.

"Hey Liza…" you whispered.

You hadn't seen her in years. The last missions you were in together had ended badly. She was sent to the UK for protection ever since.

She smiled at you.

You smiled at everyone, looking at them.

"Come on, Sparrow, don't start!" Car-Keys warned.

"Aww look at her looking at us like we're her kids." Bishop added.

"Aren't we?" Grim added.

"We are..?" Aquila questioned.

You laughed a bit.

"Alright, come on!"

You walked towards the rest of the squad now waiting.

"So guys, here's Sergeant John Soap McTavish."

You noticed Bishop's eyes looking at Soap intensely. He returned her look. You smiled.

"Here's Konig."

He waved shyly.

"This is Kyle Gaz Garrick"

He winked at everyone.

"Captain John Price"

This time it was Liza, or Coyote, to blush under Price's gaze.

This was promising to be interesting.

"And… this is…" you bit your lips as he looked at you.

"Lieutenant Ghost Riley…" you instructed, eyes never leaving him.

"You guys hooking up?"

You slowly turned to Carkeys. Everyone smiling.

"Yes. Actually. He's my boyfriend."

Bishop and Coyote cheered, Grim and Aquila congratulating you a bit more calmly.

"Where can I get one?" Bishop asked.

"Well you know… I'm free" Soap flirted openly.

You shared a look with Simon.

You turned to your team and presented them one by one.

"Well. I hope everyone gets along. You'll be working on this mission." Laswell added.

"The house right in front of mine was prepared for you guys!" You jumped happily.

"Let's go!!"

The team was given time to settle in their new space. Car-Keys kept mumbling about his brand-new PC and how all the care in the world wasn't enough. Most of them had insisted on bringing their own equipment which you completely understood.

You had started working 4 days after they arrived. Meanwhile, they'd spend almost every evening over at your house. You were truly happy with how everyone was getting along. Simon was a bit overwhelmed, this time it was too much in the house.

He found comfort in the moments of peace, once everyone was sleeping, cuddling in either his or your bed.

The more you worked with the team, the easier it was to untangle all of the information. It became clearer to see there was more than one cartel involved. Two were extremely close, the two cartel bosses being brothers. They worked closely with other cartels. This was a gold mine. If you caught these two, and got their Intel, you'd be able to take down several cartels. Unfortunately. The new Intel and new information was enough to send the squad on the field.

The news had fallen as the boys were training. You were anxious. Worried. You were on edge and it showed.

That night once you were home, you walked into your room, hiding there for a little while. Simon had come to check on you.

"Y/N, tell me what's wrong." He asked as he sat next to you on the bed.

You bit your lip, not knowing what to say out loud.

"I'm.. scared." You admitted.

He took off his mask, looking at you.

"What are you scared of?"

"Are you… going to push me away… again?"

He blinked a few times before it clicked.

"Fuck baby… no… of course not."

He picked you up, making you sit on his lap.

"No… I'm not darling."

He kissed you, relieving the weight on your shoulders.

"I'm also worried… about the mission. This is dangerous." You explained.

"I know darling… but you got to trust me… this is going to be ok."

You smiled at him, anxiousness still present. You let him cuddle you, slip his fingers through your hair. You let him comfort your heart.

The next week you jumped in between work and spending time with Simon before he left. You wanted him to stay. You were worried. Something felt heavy.

You sat on his bed as he prepared his bag. You watched silently, the crush of sadness filling the air.

"Darling. Breath. It's ok." He said in a soft voice.

You sighed.

"I know. But I'm anxious."

"I'll be back. You know it."

"Promise?"

"Promise Darling."

You smiled. You watched his big hands grab pieces of clothing, spares masks.

"Good. Cuz I got plans for us." You teased.

"Plans?" He chuckled.

"Yes!" You giggled.

"I'm curious. Tell me more."

"We'll have a pretty house." You started.

He stopped his actions, looking at you. He was glued to your every word.

"Not too far from the boys, so we can have barbecues and movie nights!" You smiled.

He shook his head but kept watching you.

"We'll have a big bed… we'll wake up to each other too. I'll make us breakfast while wearing your shirt." You told, like an old fairytale, that it just made sense.

His eyes softened the more you spoke.

"We'll have pets!" You sat up excited.

"A dog." He spoke, leaving little room for compromise.

You laughed.

"A dog! A pretty dog we'll play fetch with and cuddle." You smiled at him.

You felt your heart race at the look of adoration in his eyes. Adoration for you.

"Ok." He said.

You stared at each other. A silent vow linking each other in a promise your souls bound each other to.

"Ok." He repeated.

You felt tears drowning your sight as you jumped from the bed to his arms. He held you tightly, for a long while. He let his forehead touch yours, breath dancing on each other's lips. The taste of them was a mix of bittersweet and soft craving. Something that deep in your hearts engraved each other's names. He backed you up until he lowered you on his bed. He topped you, owning your lips. Legs wrapping around his waist. You separated with pants and bedroom eyes.

"Simon… I… listen. I need to say it."

He looked confused.

"And, you don't have to say it back. But…"

You loved this. The way you could have his full attention with just a few words. The way he was on his knees for you.

"I love you…"

His breath quickened. You weren't expecting an answer.

"Fuck…" he cursed.

His lips found yours again, much more desperate, claiming. He wouldn't say it. Not yet. But fuck. He'd show you. How he had built a throne in his heart where you sat prettily. He'd make love to you until all you could remember was his taste on your lips. His touch in your dreams. The way he made you feel when filled you. He'd bite every inch of you, leaving little red marks so you'd remember him each time.

He'd make sure these bed sheets smelled like you. Like him. Like the two of you. You didn't know. But he'll show you. What those words did to him.

He'd love you more than words could ever describe.

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Also... be prepared. you are going to hate me so hard

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kisses4lao · 6 months

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Can you do Kung Lao with a breeding kink?? Cause I feel like he would’ve been told as a kid to have a lot of kids so that the great Kung Lao legacy doesn’t die-

Anon I am madly in love with you we're getting married

No but UHHH general NSFW hcs with Kung Lao bc you didn't give me a plot to work with(guys give me plots or just ask for hcs idc)

Tw/cw: AFAB reader, pure horniness, a lot of sort of vanilla but also kinky stuff at the same time

Not proofread but are we surprised

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He ABSOLUTELY has a breeding kink. I don't even think it's because he was told from a young age he has to carry on the Kung Lao legacy, he's just super into it

Like yeah, he definitely wants kids and doesn't want to disappoint his elders by not carrying the bloodline, but he'd do it just for shits

Like bro literally loves cuming inside, he's so obsessed with how your walls hug him in and how your pussy looks when he pulls out, leaking everywhere. Depending on the night, he'd either finger it back inside you, skip aftercare and cockwarm you, or eat you out. He's into it all

He's very obsessed with getting you pregnant with multiple kids. He'd be such an amazing dad and would train all of your kids equally, but he would have his first born son but the next Kung Lao, as per tradition.

I feel as though he'd also be into pregnant sex. He's definitely a lot more passionate and gentle than he would be if you werent carrying his kid(not saying that he isn't passionate and gentle normally). Hed be so in love with you and the fact that you're carrying his baby and would give you literally anything you want. A certain pregnancy craving? He's on it. You're having pain somewhere? He's got pain meds and he's ready to give you a massage. And you bet your ass he'd eat you out for days.

Hear me out on this: blood kink.

Am I projecting? Mayhaps. I'm sorry seeing a man like drenched in blood UGGGGGHHHHG

okay but he like

Definitely has a blood kink

Not in the traditional way tho

Like if you have a cut or something and you start bleeding he's not gonna pop a boner

I'm saying he's hardcore into period sex

Like OHHHHHY GOOOOODDDDDDD

No okay he isn't going to fuck you when he finds out you're on your period(unless you want him to)

He's gonna take care of you. He'd absolutely buy you tampons/pads and menstrual cramp pain relievers. You'd text him and say you're on your period and 30 minutes later he'd show up with a basket full of pads, pain relievers, your favorite ice cream, chocolate, and a teddy bear. Every. Single. Month.

If you were to ask him to he'd be on his knees in MILLISECONDS to eat you out. He'd take you anyway you want him to. On the couch, against the wall, he'd fuck you in the Shaolin temple if you asked.

Overall he's an incredibly sweet lover. He can be cocky at times but he'd let you put him in his place. He definitely loves giving and receiving praise, he'll slap your ass if you asked him to but he doesn't degrade you. You're too important to him and he loves you too much to hurt your feelings, even if you'd want him to

He also prefers giving oral. Most of the time he'd rather eat you out than eat the dinner you made for him

He does like blowjobs tho

He just overall likes being close to you and is the KING of aftercare. He's so gentle and he's so sweet about it. We love him

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A/n: got my boyfriend into Mortal Kombat. His favorite character is Kung Lao because he has a cool hat. He calls Kung Lao hat guy and when I told them about Raiden he started calling him pointy hat guy. They lost his shit when I said they were friends

#mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader smut #kung lao #kung lao x reader #kung lao smut #kung lao x reader smut #kung lao being the best mortal kombat character ever real

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cupidscrule · 4 months

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BLACK CAT

Leon X Fem! reader

P in V, smut

[ no tw, vanillaish idk ]

1.2k wrd

”Woah, woah, slow down” Leon chuckled as you started explaining another cool story to him.

Your relationship was like the definition of a black cat and a golden retriever. You always have so much energy and are nice to almost everyone. Leon on the other hand is a tough agent who doesn’t really enjoy showing much emotion. He’s pretty stern towards others— but his softspot for you is clear.

”Okay, i’m listening. Tell me” He said while you were walking together with your fingers interlocked.

"okay okay! So THEN after Fluttershy wrote an entire song, rainbow dash just decides to throw it out? Ugh she's such a bitch. Don't you agree? I mean her friend went through all the trouble to try and get them to win the battle of the bands but she's so selfish.." you said, going on about a children's movie. You loved cute things, hello kitty, my little pony, really anything a 12 year old girl would be obsessed with, wearing cute little outfits and rambling about pointless stuff. But hey it made you happy and Leon thought it was adorable

"Mhm, yeah, so selfish" Leon couldn’t help but chuckle a little about how into the movie she was. by now he knew EVERYTHING about these stupid colourful horses, rainbowdash, fluttershy, twilight, pinkie, apple jack, list goes on. Honestly from what he knew rarity seemed like the best- I mean she was a boss bitch.

He found the whole thing pretty amusing, you were just so excited about it and he’s glad you have stuff you're so.. passionate about

"I mean, it would probably get annoying if her friend just wasted all that effort right? " He said trying to show his interest in her story.

"exactly! Ugh finally you get it" you said smiling up to him, leaning closer into his side as you two walked down back home, it was a long day. Like REALLY long, you took Leon shopping, got your nails done, bought some new skirts, and a new album. All that sort of stuff, but y'know dragging Leon aside you cause someone had to carry the shit, you were gettin really close to the outside of your house, skipping beside Leon holding hands. Life was like a dream.

But the long day out had Leon pretty tired— he had to drag a lot of your stuff around and you insisted they go to multiple stores (you tried to be nice and let him pick something out but he was too tired and grumpy, I know right such a dick head?)

When you were about to arrive home, he looked at you as you skipped around excitedly and smiled softly. Despite what he’s put through, he can’t deny that he finds your behavior adorable.

He squeezed your hand and chuckled a little before you guys got in front of your door.

"Oo Leon tomorrow we should watch rainbow rocks, then you'll understand what I'm talking about better" you say giggling as you step into your house, taking off your little boots and walking away from Leon plopping your ass on the leather sofa, even if you were like if you gave a six year old crack mixed with sour gummy worms even you could get kinda tired. Right, ain't that surprising? Little princess bitch face getting tired, after crawling over Leon like a little kid and skipping everywhere, runnin, jumping, god doing everything known to fucken man kind

“don’t know if we’ll have the time because of..” Leon muttered under his breath, he didn’t want to upset you and ruin your mood when you’re so excited.

He walked over to the couch and sat beside you silently and just observed you as you started talking about the movie. He placed a hand over your thigh, brushing up and down just silently smiling hearing you decribe your weird ass fictional horse people argue with other creatures from mythology, honestly sometimes he wondered if you needed to be checked into a mental hospital. Little grippy sock princess

“Wellll, maybe we can watch it tomorrow..” He shrugged. “I mean, i’ll do anything you want” Leon chuckled looking over at you.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, his body was pretty warm given how hot the day was and his arm was pretty comfortable.

He kissed you forehead before wrapping his other arm around you, squeezing you a little. You loved when he was affectionate, but not in a creepy way, a cute way. But after a long day a girl can get a bit needy, like sue me but when you have a hot ass man cradling you and taking you everywhere, GOD it's like an angel is sent from heaven to fuck you. But fuck you in a good homemade porno way, not one of thoes shitty ones with a whole plotline. Just straight raw fucking

You turn around, breaking his grip on you before climbing onto his lap, placing yourself onto his thigh "Woah Woah, calm down- y'know I'm tire-" he was trying to speak, silly men. You land a big fat kiss on his lips to shut him up, slowly moving yourself on his thigh, pulling away from him getting a breath, saliva dripping down your face like an animal, staring at him in the eyes, his face slightly shocked you made the first move. But you felt something perk up, bingo. Always know what can make your man want ya

"God I can't just stare at your handsome face and do nothing-" you mutter under your breath, pushing yourself closer into him, kissing his face like a big ol' dog, your free hand finding its way to his jean zipper, undoing it his fat dick springing up, he grabs you by your hips, pulling your panties aside, slapping you onto his cock, a groan coming from his lips, honestly didn't expect the day to end like this, went from talkin ponies to getting your brains fucked out. Like a good girl you ride him, his hands are placed on your hips moving you at a decent pase, bit fast but he did do A LOT of work today, guess he deserves it. Nothing else in the world matters right now, euphoric feeling, he thrusted up into you, taking one hand off your hip and grabbing your face, making you look at him, god his eyes make you MELT. He could take care of you, he was real nice with it. He groped your tits sometimes in public, but just made you love him more.

You're at your high, he knows that. Few more thrusts and you whine, feeling your body melt like butter, your weight collapses onto him, but he's not done practically druling on him, limp body he keeps fucken like a doll, if you still have a tight pussy thats all that matters, few moments and he finishes, pressing you down onto him, filling your cervix, still collapsed on him both of you breathen all heavy. "So babydoll, what happened next?" He groaned, a sly ass smirk on his face. "Mm that cunt rainbow got put in her place and they play fluttershys song" you mutter, pushing on his fat chest, rollin off him like a little kid, pussy dripping. His pants stained with you, and a heavy chest.

"I wanna-"

"No"

"Pleaseee"

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