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sukuna-dees-nuts · 3 months

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this is for @nessieartss!! based on this (it was me that asked, surprise) and also the first part of this art

i hope you enjoy!! older brother sukuna lives rent free in my brain right now and i love him being a bastardman

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“Ay, what the fuck was that?!” Sukuna shouts as Yuuji cackles in glee. His character races into first place, winning the Grand Prix. Sukuna' goes from first place to fourth. “You threw a red shell right after a blue shell! That's fucking cheating!”

Yuuji shrugs, lounging back against the couch and drops the controller next to him. “Don't hate the player, hate the game,” he says with a grin and pulls out his phone. “Those dishes aren't gonna wash themselves.”

Sukuna grunts as he tosses the controller onto the coffee table. “I hate both the player and the game.”

“And the game hates you!” the younger boy calls out after his brother's retreating figure.

Turning his attention back to his phone, Yuuji’s grin melts into a soft smile when he sees Yuko's name on a Snapchat notification. He glances over his shoulder to make sure that Sukuna is still in the kitchen before tapping on the notification. It won't be anything inappropriate, but he knows for a fact that if Sukuna saw that his younger brother was texting a girl, Yuuji wouldn't hear the end of it.

The Snapchat shows a picture of a latte with the classic tulip foam art and a caption that reads: ‘I think I'm finally getting the hang of this latte foam art!’

Yuuji holds his phone out to take a picture of himself, giving Yuko a big smile and a thumbs up.

‘That's so good!! Ur a professional now. If I ordered one, would u make me a cat???’

“Yo! Can I put this cast iron pan in the dishwasher?” Sukuna asks from the kitchen. He waits for a response and gets nothing. “I’m about to put this pan in the dishwasher!” Again, no response. Rolling his eyes, Sukuna makes his way back out to the living room. “Dude, if this pan gets ruined, it’s gonna be your fault—”

Sukuna cuts himself off when he catches sight of a picture of a girl on his little brother’s screen. Immediately, he reaches over the couch and snatches the phone out of Yuuji’s hand. “Oh! Who is this?” he gasps, bringing the screen closer to his face for a better look. “Do you have a girlfriend little bro?”

“Hey!” Yuuji scrambles, turning around to lean over the back of the couch in an attempt to grab his phone back. Sukuna places his hand on Yuuji’s forehead, keeping him at arm’s length as he looks over the picture. “Give me back my phone!”

Smacking Sukuna’s arm away, Yuuji vaults over the back of the couch and decides to try and wrestle his phone back from his brother. It doesn’t work, however. The two grapple for a few moments and the next thing Yuuji knows, Sukuna has his arm wrapped around his brother’s neck, holding him in a firm headlock. It isn’t enough to hurt him, but it’s enough to keep him from trying to escape, knowing that it’s futile.

“Who is she, huh?” Sukuna presses as he slides Yuuji’s phone into his pocket and begins rubbing his knuckles on the top of Yuuji’s head.

“I’m not gonna tell you!” Yuuji laughs, trying in vain to smack Sukuna’s hand away from his head.

“Well, I’m not letting you go until I get some answers,” the older boy states, rapping his knuckles against Yuuji’s forehead. Then he pinches Yuuji’s nose.

Weighing his pros and cons, Yuuji relents. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you! Just let me go.”

Sukuna snorts. “Nah, if I let you go right now, you’ll just try to punch me and I won’t get what I asked for.”

Yuuji groans. His brother knows him too well. “Her name is Yuko. She’s just a friend. I haven’t asked her out… yet,” he grumbles the last word.

Satisfied, Sukuna releases his hold on his brother and hands Yuuji's phone back.

In the midst of the struggle, Sukuna hadn’t noticed his own phone had fallen out of his pocket. It dings and Yuuji is the first to snatch it off the ground, curious to see who would be texting Sukuna. His jaw drops at the name displayed on the lock screen.

Sukuna quickly plucks his phone from Yuuji’s hand and goes back to the kitchen as Yuuji shouts after him, “Dude, why is Megumi texting you? And why is there a heart next to his name?!”

#jjk #jjk sibling au #yuji itadori #sukuna #implied sukufushi #sorta anyway #also do not put your cast iron skillets in the dishwasher 😭#this has been your local psa #echo writes

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ivymonkshood · 11 months

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A literal mess

— Miguel loses himself when he reaches his limits, you're just happy to be part of it to see it all go down

Tw: Sex with no plot, husband and wife relationship, she/her pronouns for reader, Miguel is whiny and talkative, grab your translators 'cause i speak spanish.

— Ah.. No puedo más, no puedo más~

The words slip out of his mouth before his brain even registers them, the only thing that seemed meditated was the rough tugging at your hips to keep you pressed against his crotch and the sloppy bucking of his hips.

His forearms and forehead pressed against the bed's headboard , aware enough of the sharp talons scratching the wood to contain himself from doing something stupid.

As careful and self aware he could be right now it was only a matter of time for his brain to turn into putty and forget all about him not being just a regular human, fucking into you like some needy animal.

Tongue lolling out, red eyes rolled back, his sweaty frame hovering over you completely, sharp fangs that itched to bite and keep you still, he was a complete mess.

But the hottest thing about him going pussy drunk, lost in pleasure was that he couldn't shut up.

Going from quiet moans and manly groans to a soft voice, sweet and whiny gasps and all that he felt like saying in his blissful state of mind.

He spoke Spanish regularly, at work, in the comfort of your house doing domestic chores and/or nothing but it became worse (better) when in bed.

— What's wrong, Papi? Cumming already?

You kept feeding onto it.

"What else can he say?"

"How far can it go?"

"How much can i ruin him?"

"Is it possible for him to get louder?"

He moans at the pet name, a hot shock climbing up his spine. He was going to regret the day he taught you those words. His thighs shake under yours, he was no longer pushing his cock into you, opting to calm down a few seconds, it was too early for him to cum, he was too sensitive.

— N- no morena, just catching my breath. Eso es todo...

— You sure? We can tap out, if you'd li-

His talons grip your body, one hand on your waist and the other around your ankle, slamming you fully on his dick. If the air hadn't been knocked out of your lungs, the most loud and meant-to-be-in-a-pornographic-film scream would have left your throat.

— Aquí... Me quiero quedar aquí, like this between your legs.

His hips stutter before moving again and he loses it, once again.

Your ears are filled with the mushy sound of his dick rearranging your insides and the loud, whiny praises that he sings with his head hidden in the space between your shoulder and neck. Miguel pushes his body upwards, changing the position and now your knees are centimeters away from touching your forehead.

—Ay, espérate Miguel-!

You whine and tap his thigh rapidly in protest but he's so lost your voice sounds distant. You give up, holding your thighs open and letting your knees rest next to your head.

His eyes are closed shut, the insatiable slamming of his hips against your ass was the only thing keeping him dozing out. He pants your name, exhausted but not giving in until you're ruining the bed sheets with your love juice.

— You're a mess, Migi~

You say but you're both panting, moaning and sweaty all over each other. He chuckles.

— Si? Qué más? Te gusta que me esté desmoronando así encima de ti? Eres una maldita pervertida, dime si me equivoco~

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your pussy squeezes around his dick greedily and you hear him lose his breath.

— Pervertida? Yo? Look at you, Migi!

His thrusts become sloppier, fat cock twitching inside you and you squeeze his forearm that rests on the bed next to you.

— I'm not denying it, imposible que lo haga cuando se siente tan rico y mi esposa se ve... Tan bonita~

His left eye twitches and his nose scrunches when his balls start emptying in you, a loud round of Si, si, si and me vengo, Morena! leaving his lips.

He talks you through it, watching your face contour in pleasure and he feels like cumming for a second time when your gummy walls squeeze him so harshly and your pussy gushes all over him.

He pulls his dick out when it stops throbbing painfully and he goes back to his senses but all he has the energy for is to lay next to you and pull your body closer.

— I didn't hurt you, did I?

His eyebrows twitching when he asks, still not in full control of his body. You whine.

— Aww, is it over? No more spanish?

He laughs, pinching your hip lovingly and giving you a quick peck as he falls asleep.

— Vete a dormir, Mami.

#Mami is an underrated pet name #People saying 'rico' while fcking is my weakness #spiderman atsv #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #Sub!Miguel #dom!miguel #spiderman

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 16 days

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1.5k / 20 / post-apocalypse au, part 1

...

You're injured but moving as fast as you can with your bow slung over your back. Soap is close behind you, giving chase, shouting your name as he does. Doesn't he learn? Doesn't he know you'll pull your bow on him again if he corners you?

He must know, but he's too stubborn to give up the chase. You don’t understand it.

He pushes on, just as graceful and twice as effective as you. You slip through the thick trees and their branches trailing whips of brambles. He shoves past them. You’re injured. He’s not. He's gaining, boots heavy in the soil.

"Watch yourself--!"

Your boot lands on leaf litter that falls out from under you--a pit trap. You’re moving barely fast enough for your momentum to save you from falling in. Your waist hits the edge of the pit. You brace yourself by your elbows, fingers digging into the dirt. The soft underside of your arms drag against something sharp underneath.

Soap grabs you by your coat and pulls you up out of the trap and to your feet before you can scramble out yourself. You're neither surprised nor mollified by his careful handling of you.

"Let me go!"

"Na. You're hurt. Stay still."

"Soap, I swear to God--"

"Shut up. I'm taking a look."

He holds your arm firmly with one large hand and, with the other, pulls your sleeve away from the bleeding gash. You grab his wrist with a pained curse. Whatever caught your arms—the rough wood and metal at the trap's edge—tore you bloody. Soap glares at the gash and then at you. He's close.

You could reach for your bow or for the dagger on your hip. But you know for a fact he's armed. With guns. A sniper rifle on his back and two sidearms at his belt. He knows how to use them, too. If you fight, he wins. But you know better than to back down quickly. The world is crueler than it used to be ever since things went to shit. People who show weakness don’t survive.

"Why are you following me?" you growl, your grip on his wrist tightening.

His grip on you loosens in turn when you speak. "You know why. I'm lookin' out for ya."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"Aye, but you still needed it."

"You're not a soldier anymore, Soap," you retort, trying to pull your wrist away. "It's every person for themselves. Stop following me."

"That's no way to live. The world may be a shithole, but there are still folk around who'll lend you a hand even though they don't need to. Soldier or no'."

You can't get out of his grip when he's determined to keep you there, and he is. As much as you'd like to give him a matching wound for being so goddamn stubborn, the rational part of your brain--the part that makes sure you survive--knows better than to expend energy struggling when it's not strictly necessary.

"Nobody lends a hand unless they want something in return," you mutter, glaring down at your wound as he bandages it. "Even if they're pretending otherwise."

He knows you speak from experience. You're a woman, and that means you're nothing but a resource to the worst of whoever’s left. He can't blame you for being guarded. Then again, you wouldn't be making such heated statements to his face if you really thought he intended to hurt you. You're just... defensive. Hiding under all that anger. That's what he tells himself. So he ignores your grumbled protests.

"That's how you'd look at it," he finally replies as he finishes dressing the wound. "Seein' as you've not met the right people. But some of us don't expect anything back."

"You don't expect it because you think you're better than asking. But you still want it."

"Might be so." His voice is soft, gravelly, but you can hear the steel in it. "But am not asking, now am I? So stop your fussin'. You're safe. Nae need to worry." He releases your bandaged arm.

"You run your hand along the wrapping, checking it. "Fine. But I'm... I'm not coming back with you."

"Can't promise you'll be safe out there. Where do ye plan to go?"

"I don't know. Wouldn't tell you if I did."

"Aye." He rubs his jaw, examining you with flint in his blue eyes. Pressing you for an answer would be pointless. Not that you seem to be lying—but you're not telling the whole truth. The short history you share with him is just enough that he can tell. But he also knows trying to change your mind would be pointless. If you won't listen, he'd have better luck bashing his head against one of these huge, mutated oaks.

"Am nae stoppin' ya. But these woods are full of treacherous paths. If ye run into trouble—when ye run into trouble--my boys and I, we know these woods well enough to dust you off and send you in the right direction. Cannae promise to find you before somethin’ else does, though."

You're fairly sure he's not lying. His boys, as he calls them—his old squad, you think—they've made their home in these woods. It's perilous living—bears, wolves, muties, and terrain just as hazardous as the wildlife. And still those men are the most dangerous things in here.

The offer is tempting. You consider it for longer than you should, looking down at your bandaged arm again. But then you step back, shaking your head slowly. "No, thanks. I have to get going."

It tears him up inside. You're making the wrong choice. If he lets you walk away, he's letting you walk to your death.

He looks at you for a moment. You can tell he's got something more to say. But he changes his mind, stepping back as well. He pulls something from his belt and holds it out. A handgun, scuffed and black, grip held toward you. You stare at it for a second before looking back up at him. He's serious?

"I'm not gonna take that--"

"You're damn well gonna take it." His voice is low and insistent. "You think I don't know you'll run into trouble out here? Don't be a fool. I have spare. Take it."

Your one rule is don't owe anybody anything. How the fuck are you about to owe this man twice?

Fine. Whatever. It's not like you have to use it. Could just barter it. Not like you’re going to see him again. You take the gun, biting back a retort.

He nods his approval. The steely look in his eyes softens, though he still looks dismayed. "Mind where you point that. And when you pull it. Biters'll hear it for a mile and come running. Survivors, too. The curious ones." He glances at your bandaged arm one more time. Then he adjusts the bag over his shoulder and turns his back, walking away from you. Back to camp. "Am expectin' you to keep yourself alive with that," he growls. "Or else it's a lot of good time and material I wasted on ya."

"I didn't ask you to waste your breath," you retort, practically snarling at his retreating back in your irritation. You watch him go until he's disappeared into the trees. You need to make sure he doesn't plan on doubling back and following you.

Then you set off on your own. You take a winding path to throw off any trackers. Never can be too cautious. The gun in your pocket is heavy against your thigh, and you try not to think of it as a comforting security.

You came here to get Roach back, and you don’t care how long you have to wander this Godforsaken forest. You’re not leaving without him.

…

Soap feels your eyes on him until you disappear.

He wants to divorce himself from this, but he’s on edge. People who strike out on their own here come to a nasty end. But he’s not going to take away your agency by deciding what's best for you. You were right about him not being a soldier, after all. He doesn’t have the authority to herd you back to his squad’s campsite. Your life is in your own hands.

He just hopes you live to do better than he believes you will.

That night, he sleeps restlessly. Which is why, when he hears a cluster of gunshots in the distance, he wakes up instantly. It's you. In trouble.

The night watch—Gaz tonight—is already there, tossing Soap's gun to him. "You were right," Gaz says.

"Course I was," Soap says with a lopsided grin. "Owe me a ten-piece in the next poker game, aye?"

...

[part 1] / part 2 / part 3

more Soap / more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

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ghostssweetgirl · 1 year

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Yo me again lol, after reading that lil comfort Simon fic u did me , was curious to how the other 141 boys + König would react to sad fem reader just wanting to be held 👀

141 + König & How They Would React to You Wanting to be Held

You know I got you!

Captain Price

He's a big teddy bear, forreal now. Like always giving the best hugs, and always encourages you with little pats on the back, his voice as smooth as honey when he asks you if you're okay.

He always knew when you were having an emotional day, and was always ready to be your support.

Hates seeing you cry, it nearly brings this old man to tears.

But he enjoys holding you, enjoys being the one that makes you feel better and back to your normal self.

In fact, he was about to check on you before you knock on his office door.

You meet his eyes with your swollen ones, slightly puffy from stuffing your face into your pillow while you cried. Before you could say anything, you could hear the concern in his tone.

"You a'right there, kid?" he tilted his head, putting all of his attention on you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought about it. "Not really."

"Ah, I knew it," he chuckled as he leaned back in his desk chair. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No," you shrugged. "'M fine. Jus' wanna be held. Could you help me with that?"

He pat his lap as he belted out a hearty chuckle. "Right, come on, then."

This. This is what made him happy. It made his day when he made yours better. He gently patted your back while you got comfy, resting your head on his chest for God knows how long. It just felt nice to be in his strong, warm embrace. For Christ's sake, the man even put out his cigar to attend to you - fully.

You went to sit up but he pulled you back into his chest. "Nope, not done holding you yet." He didn't say it outright, but he needed it, too. Plus him holding you there while you playfully tried to get away made you giggle, which he loved to hear.

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Absolutely elated that you wanted him to hold you.

100% will put down anything he's doing to make you feel better.

Really good at comforting you with his words, he's so selfless.

He knew when you were sad, but never pushed as to not intrude in your personal space and privacy, but if you ever needed to talk, he was more than happy to lend an ear.

"Easy there, lass," he laughed as you plopped down on the sofa next to him, playfully pushing his arm away to lay on his chest. He gratefully pulled you into a tight embrace, and although it was an awkward position, holding you felt natural.

"Thanks, Johnny," you smiled, sinking down further where you lay on his belly. He swore besides Ghost, you were the only other one who could get away with calling him 'Johnny'. "You're really comfy."

"Aye, I bet y'are comfy there," he chuckled. "Did somethin' happen? Can tell yer sad, lass."

"Nothing happened, I suppose. Just... sad. You know?"

"Yeah."

"What do you do when you're sad, Johnny?" you asked.

"Usually go make you laugh," he smirked. "Always works. Seeing you smile makes my day."

"How sweet, but now I'll think every time you joke with me that you're sad," you frowned, looking up at him.

"Ah, it never lasts long, don't worry, bonnie," his eyes sparkled as he looked down at you with a wide smile plastered across his face.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A literal cuddle bug.

Was shy about holding you at first, but felt pure bliss when you two embraced.

Doesn't always know what to say, but he holds you so tight your brain shuts up.

When he does talk, his voice is very smooth.

You can hear his heartbeat fasten while you lay on his chest.

He was laying on the couch, minding his business, almost dozing off at the comfort of the sofa until he heard footsteps, specifically yours enter the room. His eyes widen as he sees your slumped shoulders, feeling your sadness radiate off of you. Concerned, he sits up. "Hey, you okay there?"

"Never better," you joked, tip-toeing a few inches closer to him. "I... have a question."

"I might have an answer, shoot."

"I was just wondering if you could hold me?" you asked nicely.

For a minute he sat there, looking you up and down as if 'are you sure?' and stammering as he found his words, shifting on the couch thinking of a comfy way to hold you. "W-would you like to lay on top of me?"

"As long as you hold me tight for a while, it doesn't matter."

It may have been awkward at first, but you two soon found comfort. You softly chuckled as you heard how fast his heart was pacing, poor guy was so nervous. Of course he liked you, but he didn't expect you to come to him to make you feel better.

He calmed down eventually, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Starting to feel a little better?"

"Yeah, actually," you sigh. "Comfy... Might fall asleep."

He laughed as he agreed.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

As per my last little one-shot, he never hesitated to hold you or even listen to you, give you advice when you sought it. He was a great Lieutenant first, but an even better friend, partner.

God, did he hate to hear and see you cry.

You were too good, too amazing to feel sad, and he wished he could take it all away. He'd take it away and go through it himself if he could.

You were always afraid you made him mad, but it was quite the opposite. He was proud you came to him. It helped his sense of responsibility, and helped him more than he thought it would, or could. Quite therapeutic for the two of you, if I must say.

You two understood each other on a different level than the others.

You didn't come to dinner, and that's when he knew you needed him. First off, you needed to eat. But more importantly, you needed to be mentally okay to eat proper. He excused himself from dinner before coming to your door, softly knocking 3 times before coming in worried.

He sighed as he spotted you in fetal position, holding your knees to your chest.

"Darlin'," he sat down. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you whispered.

"W-why would you have bothered me?" It almost offended him you'd think you were a bother to him. You were anything but that.

"Don't know, I'm sorry," you apologize.

"No don't be-" he sighed, laying behind you, shifting behind you. He pulled your back into his broad chest, looking over at your beautiful face that he wished was smiling and happy. "Hey."

"Hey," you chirped.

"Now I'm goin' to hold you here until I can make you laugh, am I clear?" he chuckled, his voice raised in concern. "Let me make it better, luv."

"You always do, Simon," you start to smile. "Always. Thank you."

Alejandro Vargas

Such a romantic mannnn 😍.

A natural flirt, trying to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you which you refused to ever tell a soul.

Quick to ask if anyone hurt you and if he needed to take care of it, anger seeping through quickly before he learned that you were just sad and needed to be held.

You come up to him, frown on your face and your eyes still wet from just crying.

"Mi amor, who hurt you, huh?!" he cupped your face, his voice raised as he felt adrenaline rush through his veins.

You shook your head. "No one. Can you just hold me? It'd be really nice right now."

"Si, of course, of course," he rasped, guiding you to his room with his hand on the small of your back. "Hermosa, you should not be feeling so sad."

"I-I can't help it, I wish I wasn't," you complained.

He laid you down in his bed where he lay next to you gently. Not leaving any space between your bodies, he pulled you to lay on his chest. "Are you okay? Do you need anything - water, a snack, a hot or cold cloth, huh? Nothing for the princesa, yeah? Alright, okay, now come here, just lie there and look pretty, okay?"

You snuggled into him, cherishing his scent as he calmed you. He breathed deeply as he realized you just... needed this. It's been a while since he's held anyone, so this was much needed for him, as well.

König

Our shy little baby 🥺.

Hated when you were sad, but he was far too anxious to push it or ask about it unless you came to him.

He'd find himself pacing, hoping you were truly okay.

He wanted to knock on your door, hold you so close and pluck all the sadness out of your brain.

While everyone else was on a mission, you stayed back along with König, and while you felt like you needed someone, you didn't want to bother him, but you figured why not? The worst he can do... is not be there for you, which, to be fair, wasn't his responsibility, but it would sure help.

You knock on his door shyly, quietly and would be surprised if he even heard you. He opened it shyly as well, his eyes looking far down until they finally met yours. "Oh, uh, hi!"

"Hey, König... Can I come in? It's okay if-" you hold your hands up as if you were trying to defend yourself, not sure if you're making him uncomfortable.

"Ja, come in," he opened the door fully. You look around his tidy room, and set your eyes upon his humongous bed. You stand awkwardly there as you two look at each other nervously.

"I'm just going to ask it, so, König, I have a question..." your eyes met the ground.

"Okay..."

"Would you be willing to hold me? I'm- I feel sad and I just-"

He shook his head eagerly as he made his way to his bed, patting it, inviting you to join. "Of course, Schatz, come, sit."

You waddle over to his bed, having to jump to get on it. He was nervous because of his size, most people were scared of him based on it alone, but here you were, asking him to hold you in your time of need, making him feel proud.

He scooted up, patting his chest excitingly waiting for you to lie on it. He seemed more excited to hold you than you were excited to be held by him. The quietness was peaceful, and it wasn't long before you found yourself falling asleep on him.

He hummed, chuckling as he felt himself drifting off into a slumber himself. For once in a very long time, his anxiety dissipated for a moment, as long as you were there laying on him. He wished he could do this more often, for you and himself. He wondered if this would have helped him during his anxiety attacks.

A/N - I hope this is something along the lines of what you were asking for! I apologize, I wrote this while I'm halfway falling asleep so if I lost it here and there I am sorry and can redo it if you want :) Thanks again for another request, please don't hesitate to send as much as you would like <3

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captain-mj · 2 months

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Bender

Tried to write four different asks, got super indecisive and wrote something about 09 SoapGhost who none of the asks were about

Ghost woke up slowly and a little bitterly. His head was pounding. Mouth dry as cotton. Luckily all of his clothes were intact but there was a certain grime to them As if he had been out in the rain or maybe fell.

Something moved and he instinctively went for the knife stashed under his pillow.

"Morning, Lieutenant Riley."

"Johnny." Ghost relaxed just as his hand brushed thin air. He wasn't at the flat he lived where a knife was stashed under a pillow.

"Don't Johnny me." His Captain spat, looking pissed. "Ya come to my door. Reeking of alcohol and weed. Groveling. You take anything else last night?"

Through the pounding in his head, Simon thought through it. "Don't think so, sir."

His Captain looked at him and something like regret curled inside him, so thick it choked out his lungs. Luckily, MacTavish softened a little when he saw the look in his eyes. "Aye. Get up. You can take a shower. I don't have any tea so coffee will have to do."

Ghost sat up slowly and adjusted his mask. "What day is it?"

"Sunday."

His last sober memory was on Thursday night so not as bad as he thought. He wondered why his drunken, high brain thought this was the best place to go though.

Ghost stood. "I can shower later. Don't want to be these clothes right back on."

"Nonsense. Those are going in the wash. You can wear some of mine."

"Jo-"

"That's an order, Riley."

Ghost bit his tongue. They weren't in the field or on base. He had ever right to tell him to shove it. But no. Johnny was the one person he'd led order him around and he knew it. Took advantage of it.

So Ghost followed the fucking order. He handed Soap his clothes through the door, careful for no skin to show besides his hand and wrists. He turned the water on hot, deciding if he had to take one, he was also going to use all of Soap's hot water. It felt nice as the water worked some semblance of life back into him.

Soap must've gotten out the good stuff cause he could smell the coffee even in the bathroom. He used Soap's vanilla scented stuff and the man's loofah since he hadn't had the foresight to give Ghost something else to use.

Ghost even used his fancy hair stuff, working the "Clarifying shampoo", whatever that meant, and conditioner into his hair in turn. He wrapped a towel around himself and checked outside the door for clothes. When he didn't see anything, he called for Soap, waiting patiently.

Soap appeared almost immediately to give him underwear. "I have bandages. You injured anywhere."

Ghost's heart spasmed in his chest as he looked over his body. He slid on the underwear during his inspection. "No, I'm in good condition."

A beat of silence before Soap responded. "Don't believe you."

"Want to check yourself?"

"You offering?"

Ghost's turn to be quiet. He glanced at himself. As far as he could see, he really did look fine. If he told Soap he wasn't offering, they'd move on like nothing happened.

"That was inappropriate-"

"Yes. I'm offering." Ghost cut Soap off.

The door opened and he used the towel to dry his hair, doing his best to seem a lot more confident than he was.

Soap didn't look at him in disgust. That was a good place to start. He reached forward and grabbed Ghost's jaw gently, tilting his head back and forth. "Got some bruises."

Ghost tried to remember anything happening. "Don't think I slept with anyone."

It was a piss poor attempt at a joke, but the way Soap's grip tightened on him... a flutter ran through his chest. Close to fear, but too closely related to trust. If Soap hit him, he'd know it was cause he deserved it.

Soap swallowed hard, searching over Ghost for... something.

"Do you not like the idea of me sleeping with someone else?"

"I don't care about that." His body language told a different story. All tensed up like a bowstring. Jaw rigid.

"You purposely have me stripped to my fucking underwear, Captain. You have a death grip on me. And you look pissed. Starting to think you might like me Captain."

Soap frowned. "Course I like you, Simon." It was too honest. Too open. Ghost broke the moment, even if he didn't forgive himself for doing it.

"You promised coffee."

Soap forgave him. Course he did. "I did, didn't I? Let me get you more clothes." His eyes roamed over him one more time. Just... making sure. But Ghost was fine.

Simon wasn't. Simon wished very much he deserved the concern Johnny was showing him.

There was something firmly between them. If they just... knew how to get around it. If Ghost knew how to get around it.

Soap made him a cup of coffee. "Don't have any more benders like that."

"yes sir."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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Hello hello!! How you doing?? Hope you're doing good cause I got a fluffy request!

Could be either 1610 or 42 miles, but, that miles has reader over cause he wants to impress her with his cooking but fails miserably and nothing goes as he wants it to be and reader is entertained 😆

Doing this w Miles G because something abt that is funnier to me (also he is making Ivorian food bc that's just where my brain went so you're getting African!Reader today 😭 also this is based on what I seen my parents do so idk the standard way to cook anything whoops)

You felt your phone vibrate and grinned upon seeing the contact name 'Gonzalo' flash across the screen.

"Miles?"

"Ion know who else it could be," the boy's voice filtered through your phone’s speakers. "You busy?"

You shook your head, then remembered that Miles couldn't see you.

"Nah, I'm just hanging out."

"Come over, I got a surprise for you."

The sound of something hitting a surface repeatedly in the background catches your attention, as if someone's chopping vegetables.

"Ooh, is your momma cooking? Hey Mrs. Morales!" You attempt to call out.

"She not here," Miles laughs. "I'm the one cooking. You coming over or not?"

You raise an eyebrow at your screen, and he notices the brief pause.

"You know, I can hear your lack of faith in me."

Still, you stand up in front of your bed and slip your crocs on.

"Guilty as charged, Gonzo. I'm coming over anyway to make sure yo' ass don't burn down Rio's kitchen. She doesn't deserve that," you joke.

"I'm not gonna–aye, what'd I say about that nickname–?"

"Bye!" You sung as you hung up.

Miles set aside the last of the veggies he was dicing with a dull scrape. With a swift movement, he slid the pieces of onion into the frying pan with the filleted fish already cooking in it.

The boy took a step back for a second to assess his work: the attiéké you had brought him last week to try out was soaking in a large bowl, waiting to be drained as the scent of simmering vegetables and spices began to spread across the kitchen. Miles grinned, feeling accomplished.

It all went to shit once you rang the doorbell.

"Hey, ma," he opened the door to you grinning in the hallway, arms crossed.

He enunciated the greeting you had taught him carefully, "On...dit...quoi...?

"Very good!" Planting a kiss on Miles' cheek, you quickly slipped your crocs off before stepping inside. "What's with the apron?"

He looked down, and remembered he had borrowed his mother's 'Kiss the Cook' apron.

"Cuz I'm a professional and I do this," he replied, locking the door behind you.

"Are you sure? I don't think 'professionals' leave the stove on unattended."

You laughed as Miles' eyes went wide and he spun around to dart back into the kitchen, cussing under his breath.

"It smell good, though, don't it?" Miles called out over the sound of sizzling.

It does smell good. And familiar.

"You making what I think you making?"

You popped your head into the kitchen and gasped with delight.

"M-hm," the boy nodded as he stuck the bowl in the microwave. "It is supposed to go in here, right?"

"Yup, I'm shocked you remembered."

Miles stuck out his bottom lip in a pout.

"C'mon, you don't believe in me?"

The smell of smoke and caramelized onions wafts beneath your nose, and worry slowly creeps onto your features.

"Baby, watch the stove!"

"Shit!"

Miles sighed as the two of you leaned on the counter. His stretched out his fingers, having had to wash the remnants of burnt fish and onions out of the frying pan.

"It's fine," you reassured him, rubbing circles into his back. "At least we still got the attiéké, right?"

"Yeah, it's still up there."

Despite attempting to sound casual, the disappointment in Miles' voice was audible. You reached out and toyed with one of his braids before gently tilting his chin towards you.

"Hey, we still got a few hours 'till your mom gets home. You got anything else in that freezer?"

Miles' eyes lit back up as he replied, "Hell yeah, we got a couple chicken thighs left. Round two?"

"Yup," you pecked him on the lips, "but I'm doing the frying this time."

#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #remember to always keep the stove under close supervision kids #requests #moralesanhour

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wannabemurdock · 1 year

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BONKY

Bite Me, Bucky Barnes

masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Summary: emotions are fucked, aye?

Word count: 484 words

Contains: allusions to smut. cussing. attitude

Notes: this post is broken as fuck. If you want it to work, please use the website. I got way too carried away. It was going to be hate fucking and then it got emotional and I’m just as confused as y’all tbh

Minors do not interact

Requests are open

not my gif (probably could’ve chosen a better one tho)

“You have some fucking audacity, don’t you?” You ignore him as you storm out of the hangar. The white noise of the quinjets engine does little to drone him out. He doesn’t deserve the time of day after that shit fight of a mission.

“Bite me, James.” The doors to the elevator shut just before he starts running his mouth again. You lean against the cool glass, hoping to ground yourself before you get to your floor. Exhaustion starting to overtake you in the far too long ride to the residential floor of the tower.

“How the fuck did you get here?” Of course Bucky’s standing there waiting for you to get out. A scowl scratched across his face as you rolls your eyes. Anger bubbles in your chest as a foul taste develops in your mouth at the sight of him.

“I ran.” You push past him, making your way to your apartment. Tears welling in your eyes as the walk feels never ending. Bucky tailing you has you speeding up. Your muscles ache after such a strenuous mission, mental and physical exhaustion has you at the end of your fuse and Bucky was not helping. His hand catches to door before it shuts.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me.” He slams the door to your apartment before pinning you against the wall. You can’t help but stare him. His cheeks flushed and breathing heavy. “Do you understand how incredibly stupid you are, yo-“

You can’t hear him as you focus on the tiny details of his face. The way his eyelashes curve. The fresh stubble spread across his jaw. The tear sliding down his cheek.

The what?

“I can take care of myself, Y/n. You do not need to put yourself in danger to protect me! I- I-“ he pushes his hair out of his face, breathes shaky as he tries not to make eye contact with you. The anger from earlier has entirely dissipated as the realisation hits you.

“Shut up, Barnes.” You whisper, unsure of what to do next. You wipe your hands on your pants, as his head snaps back to you. Heart racing, you start feeling lightheaded.

“What did you just-“ As if on autopilot, you pull him in close. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him with every fibre of your being. Your hands tangle in his hair, trying to drag him closer to you. Not satisfied till you two are one person. His arms cage you in against him. His stubble scratches your chin, contrasting the soft plush of his lips. Muscle and metal impossibly tight around your waist. Unable to loosen in fear of you slipping away.

Your hips press against him, desperate for anything he would be kind enough to give you. A soft whimper escapes him, vulnerability turning his brain to mush.

“Just fuck me already, Barnes.” You plea against him.

“Fuck me already, Barnes.” You whisper against him.

“Shut up, Barnes.” You whisper, unsure of what to do next. You wipe your hands on your pants, as his head snaps back to you. Heart racing, you start feeling lightheaded.

“Fuck me already, Barnes.” You whisper against him.

#wannabemurdock’s asks #marvel #marvel fandom #marvel smut #marvel imagine #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes x reader smut #Bucky barnes smut #Bucky barnes #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x reader smut #winter soldier smut #filthy friday #Bucky barnes angst #Bucky barnes x reader angst #winter soldier angst #winter soldier x reader angst

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months

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Ay yo y'all know what time it is 😎

Could I, pretty please, have a mini hc of the M6 with an MC who will passionately start discourse about their interests randomly for no reason

Like, it could be anything from the best kind of mushroom to crack theories on where exactly Mothman could be hiding

To be clear, there is absolutely no one around who could possibly have mentioned this, the MC's brainworms insulted their arcane knowledge & now MC has to prove the brainworms wrong

Also no this is not something I do or subjects I will fight God over whatever are you talking about

The Arcana Mini-HCs: When MC rants about their obsession

Julian: if you think he doesn't do this too you're wrong - which is why he'll usually listen and nod along. unless he also has a brainworm that needs to be ranted about. you'll have to flip a coin for who goes first

Asra: loves that you do this and will happily spend an afternoon stretched out in the sun, gazing at you adoringly and daydreaming about - wait no, listening to - you as you give them your 101 lecture

Nadia: she thinks it's such an attractive quality to have subjects that you're this passionate and knowledgeable about - but she's on a busy schedule, and she's only got five more minutes, and she wants a kiss

Muriel: for once, someone talking to him is actually soothing! as long as you do it fairly quietly, he doesn't like yelling. genuinely enjoys it because it takes the pressure off of him to talk and he likes your brain

Portia: she loves hearing all the cool things you have to say and picks up a genuine interest in your subject! just don't mind her if she does the chores while she listens, she has a need to always be productive

Lucio: yeah he's listening, but if this gets too detailed all thoughts are going to sprout wings and fly out of his head until you reference something he's familiar with again. loves to hear all your smart words

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s · 6 months

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Ay yo this isn’t my norm but I had a good time. Def gonna make a part 2

NSFW below

Knocking on the as you stand outside of your boyfriends house, you wait patiently. Scuffling your shoes on the ground making little circle patterns on the concrete.

The door unlocks and reveals a pink haired boy.

“Oh hi!” He says “you must be Choso’s girl! Come in”

“Thanks!” You reply and follow him in.

With an upbeat casual tone yuji introduces himself. “Choso is in the kitchen if you want to join him”

“Sure thanks yuji” you walk into the kitchen to see your boyfriend in a loose tee cooking noodles.

“Hey love” he leans over to kiss you on the cheek, hands never leaving the pot.

“Hey” you smirk and lean against the counter. Glad to be in his presence but a little nervous to be spending time with his family. He hadn’t let you this close yet so getting a glimpse into his life was nice.

Choso nods for you to go wait in the living room. “Go, relax, get to know yuji some more.” His face is soft and he pushes at your cheek with his nose before kissing you. Heavy lidded eyes peer into yours as he pulls away.

You walk into the living room and sit next to Yuji on the couch. Laughing and having a good time while Choso cooks ramen.

After a while Choso calls you both into the dining room “Dinners ready!”

Such a casual sound from his lips, you know it’s an authentic action, something he does for his brother regularly.

Sitting down at the table across from Yuji, Choso pulls out the chair next to you. You all serve yourself, drinking a bit of wine and eating.

“Choso You’re an incredible cook”

“Yeah he’s always making something for me” yuji pipes in.

Choso’s hand rests on your thigh and he kisses your cheek at the compliment.

“Thank you” he says as his hand moves to your bare skin.

You look at him raising an eyebrow. He usually doesn’t get handsy while yuji is around but you had voiced a liking for public activity recently. Maybe he was laying on the moves?

Brushing the thought aside you ask “Yuji, how’s school going?”

Doing your best to keep up with his energetic self you feel Choso slip his hand up under your dress a little further. Keeping your face neutral you just try and pay attention to Yujis story.

Choso’s pinky finger toys with the hem of your panties and a heat sears your cheeks. Stuffing your mouth with noodles to keep your mouth full and keep you from making lewd noises at the dinner table.. in front of his brother.

Slipping his middle finger inside your panties a little more he pushes into your folds. Playing with the wetness along your skin. His face is absolutely unwavering and it sends a blush across your chest knowing he can do this and be so cool. He must love watching you squirm.

And your thought is confirmed as his eyes flick to you. Pushing two fingers in you up to the second knuckle. Letting it rest a moment before pumping in and out a little.

You smile and nod at something yuji said. Trying to keep composure you look at Choso and make a sour face. Trying to send your thoughts of ‘I’m gonna murder you in bed tonight’ over to his brain.

And he gets the hint but just speeds up. You, trying to keep quiet, rest your mouth on the back of your hand, elbow propped up on the table.

Choso just scoots closer and dips his finger further inside your squishy walls. But your thighs respond by clenching around his hand. And you let out a huff, the sigh you’ve been holding on to for a while now disguised.

Yuji might have caught on but he’s still telling you about some stuff at school. Choso looks so neutral about all this and you can’t take it anymore. Putting your hand on his arm you say “I have to use the restroom. Will you both excuse me?” And you finish with a wink to your boyfriend

@missphanosaur18

#choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x you #choso x female reader #choso x reader #choso smut

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creamupuffuu · 2 months

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Ok-

So-

hypothetically…

If I were to make a Noah Diaz x Black!Chubby reader would y’all read it…? 👀👀

Scene Idea:

The cardboard portfolio you carried tipped in your hands as you kept the end pressed against the plush of your tummy to keep your drawing papers from falling out. Thick fingers curling against the back of the board you huffed silently as your feet fell into a steady rhythm against the sidewalk. Your drawing studio classes ended unexpectedly early today and I suppose you’d be happy for that, except you had a tight schedule that involved one car you had to share with your mother. And since she’s still working, clocking out as soon as your classes would normally end, she’d pick you up and you’d head home but now you had no choice but to walk. The black strap of your tote bag digging into the creasing of your shoulder. Filled with drawing pads and other art material you wouldn’t be surprised if you opened your bag right now and a pile of bricks would be waiting for you.

Walkman headphones snug on your ears Sade sang beautifully making your walk a little less crummy as the lyrics of ‘The Sweetest Taboo’ put your mind at ease. The sky was a dewy blue, spirits of purple danced around pink clouds as the day welcomed night. Your gaze shifted to the stars above, missing the colorful Porsche rolling up beside you. “Now how come whenever I see you, you got a frown on?” The sudden voice makes you jump, clumsily flicking your headphones off you turn with a scowl, ready to throw a line of insults before you bit your tongue.

“Noah?” You raised a brow, a grin tugging into the corners of your round cheeks as he eased on the breaks. “What are you doing here hm? And where’ve you been man? You go M-I-A-“

He scoffs at the joke.

“Don’t call, don’t page and then you roll up on me with a Porsche?” As of que said, Porsche rumbles lightly in a manner similar to a chuckle. You squint and Noah swallows and with a forced chuckle he drags his tongue across his bottom lip, pinching the peach fuzz of his beard as his other hand toys with the steering wheel of the car. “Yea, I uh” his eyes dart to yours before he looks down. “I was..uh in Peru for a business trip”

“You? Go on a business trip? Yo boss trust you enough for that?”

“Aye now,” He chuckles lightly. “Do you uh, want a ride?” The question made you remember where you were, standing on the side of the road, portfolio gripped in your doughy arms. You almost question why he decided to change the subject but the signaling of his thumb pointing over his shoulder and down the street catches your attention. “I was driving down here when I seen you, was wonderin’ if you needed a ride or sum..” He shrugs his shoulders and you can tell he’s trying to be as nonchalant as possible, his eyes easing back onto the road. Chewing on the inside of your cheek you look ahead of the road. “I don’t know..” He almost dreads the next words from your mouth. “I don’t wanna owe-“ So he cuts you off. “You won’t owe me anything (Nickname), think of it as a ‘thank you’ for the last time you babysat Kris.”

He hears you scoff, his shoulders involuntarily sagging in relief when you shuffle over to open the back door. Relieved you were taking his offer. You spoke, voice soft, and dripping in affection that has the older Diaz melting when you mention the latter. “You know I don’t mind babysittin’ Kris, love the lil stinker,” You grin, plopping into the passenger side after securing your bag and portfolio in the back seat.

———

This is all I’ve got, it’s something that’s been marinating in the back of my brain since the movie came out—lowkey thinkin’ about makin the reader be related to Reek but ion know yet-but on another note can we like stop pretending like this man is not fine??? 😭 don’t get me wrong Mirage is bby girl but I love me some Noah whew 😩

#noah diaz #transformers #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers 2023 #mirage #bumblebee #Noah #Noah Diaz x reader #mirage x reader #anthony ramos #transformers rise of the beast #Noah Diaz X Black Reader #I LOVE YOU NOAH DIAZ #trotb #arcee #transformers arcee #optimus prime #scourge

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