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spacecowboyhotch · 3 months

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Not Enough

summary: you try to talk to Marc about your connection— he’s not ready.

prompt: rainy day

pairing: gn!reader x marc spector (the tiniest bit of jake at the end)

contents: angst, requited love but wrong timing, longing, pining, crying, low self-esteem (both parties), ptsd if you squint, no happy ending

wc: 1,023

an: i know it’s Valentine’s Day, but this is just kinda where i am rn. this is pretty vulnerable and sad so just a heads up. disclaimer: as a mod/organizer of @moonknight-events, my participance in this event is purely for promotion and i will NOT be entered into the drawing for any prize.

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Marc has never considered himself dramatic. And he certainly has never considered himself a romantic. He hates the heavy rain, hates the way that water pelting down on his skin makes him feel so tiny. So small. Like he’s just a helpless boy again.

So why is he running through mud and greenery in hopes of finding you in this soon-to-be thunderstorm storm?

This is not the time, not the place, and you’re not the person he should be getting involved with. Marc stopped pretending he didn’t want you a long time ago, but that hasn’t encouraged him to make a move. You deserve better. He deserves to have his shit figured out before pulling you into the tornado that is his life— the life he feels like is sometimes not his own, the one he shares with an ancient bird. He’s out here looking for you to keep you safe, not to tell you how he truly feels. Not to finish the conversation you’d practically cornered him into. Not to be honest. He had abandoned honesty the moment his mother turned on him.

Khonshu’s latest target has brought you all here. Somewhere in the grassy wilderness, rolling hills dotted with small ponds that are tucked between towering forests. It's beautiful, or at least it would be if you all weren’t here to kill someone. If you weren’t overstimulated, stomping (and occasionally tripping) through the muddy forest trying to put as much space between you and the man you’ve accidentally fallen in love with.

At this rate, you’re soaked to the bone, and your clothes are sticking uncomfortably to your skin. But, as you peer up through the trees letting the rain hit your face, it feels like it’s washing everything away. It feels like for just a moment, you get to sit in anonymity. After attempting to be so vulnerable with Marc back at the cabin, it's exactly what you need.

You’re just a small being in an expansive forest and it feels good. You have no desires, no words, no feelings. It’s just you and the rain. You stop walking, focusing on the cold raindrops, teeth chatterng. Cold as it is…it feels like a temporary peace.

Peace that is quickly taken away when you hear Marc’s voice echoing through the trees, calling out your name. You start walking again, though this time your feet have less force and more speed. You don't want him to catch up with you, you're not ready to be seen again just yet, not even at face value.

As you continue to trot forward, Marc’s voice waxes and wanes behind you. Sometimes it’s softer, allowing you to relax but then it grows louder and your heartbeat picks up along with your pace. You know that he’ll catch you, whether he uses his abilities or not. But you’ll outrun him as long as you can, the same way he’s outrunning his feelings for you.

It isn’t long before you end up in a clearing. You’re more out of breath than you would like to be, but in all your training you hadn’t prepared to run through your tears. You’d take physical pain over the gnawing feeling in your chest any day, unfortunately, you don’t have a choice.

This is your reality. With words so sobering echoing in your mind you finally stop, hunching over to slow your breathing. You hear his footsteps behind you over the rain and for a long time, neither of you says anything.

Marc breaks the silence. “I’m sorry. I don’t…I don't know why I can’t be honest with you.”

You stay quiet, stay turned away from him because even in this heavy rain he’d be able to recognize the renewed tears that stream down your face harder than before.

“That’s not true,” He murmurs, to himself, to you after the silence grows on too long. “I know why but I can’t— I’m not ready yet.”

You still aren't talking, practically frozen in place under the sheets of rain. He shivers again, trying to block out the discomfort, the tightness in his chest. This isn't about him. For the first time in a long time, he’s sacrificing his safety for someone else’s. It's still not enough…no not yet. He’s not sure when it will be.

With a deep breath, you turn towards him and for a moment Marc thinks that the two of you will get somewhere, that there will be some understanding. That fades when you don’t meet his eye and walk right past him without a word. Before it’s too late, he reaches out, catching your hand in his own.

It stings, a temporary warmth with the promise of nothing.

“I won’t ask you to wait for me,” He says, squeezing your hand gently.

You know that it's meant to be a comfort, but it simply makes your heart ache more. How he could look at you with such regret and still break your heart, it's cruelty at a level you want no one to experience. Because you know that even as he says those words and offers his comfort, even as he lets you off the hook, that you’ll wait for him.

You’ll be subject to this torment as long as you can look into his eyes. As long as you can remember his name, and be by his side, you’ll love Marc. It’s never been a choice for you. If it was…you aren’t sure you’d be able to make the right one for you anyway.

You pull your hand out of his, raising your chin high as you pointlessly wipe away the tears that stain your cheeks— they simply reappear.

“I’ll see you back at the back at the cabin,” You whisper with finality, turning a way that is distinctly the opposite direction, hand tucked into your pocket to fetch your compass.

Marc lets you go. The piece of him that longs to reach out to you is too small, too weak. It has no claim. Helpless once more. It feels like someone else starts to take the steps back towards the forest. He can’t find the strength to care or be afraid.

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annahxredaxted · 2 months

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Sickfic

Characters: Milo/sweetheart

Milo gets a cold on a rainy job:(

Sweetheart rested idly on the couch, their feet on the ottoman and their hands busy with a book. Sighing they turned the page, waiting for Milo to come home.

Rain roughly pattered the roof, thinking nothing of it they ignored it.

Two pages later they heard keys jingling and the front door rattling, a wet and cold Milo walked through the door, sniffling and red nosed.

He threw his wet jacket, and shirt into a pile by the door, peeling them from his skin and shivering.

“Geez Milo what the hell happened to you?” Sweetheart jumped up, striding over to the foyer.

Milo coughed before speaking.

“Outside gig today. Rained all day. No umbrellas.” Milo spoke, his teeth clattering.

Sweetheart rose their brows, frustrated almost, they walked over to Milo, holding his cheek with their hand.

“Jesus Milo your freezing!” They said, moving their hand away. Milo quickly grabbed their wrist and put it back.

“Your hands are warm..” he mumbled, shivering still.

Sweetheart nodded, understanding. He was about to begin talking before he was bent into his elbow and sneezing a few times.

He sneezed maybe 3 or 4 times before straightening up.

“Why don’t you go take a warm bath or shower Milo? Warm you up and I can make you some tea or something?” They asked, holding his back and walking slowly toward their shared bathroom.

Milo shrugged, still sniffling. He eventually agreed much to sweethearts delight. He knew they cared for him and seeing him like this definitely worried them.

“Did Asher and Arden and the others get sick to you think?” Sweetheart asked in a low voice, sitting him down on the edge of the tub, so they could help him get his shoes off.

Milo shrugged. “Probably to be honest but I wouldn’t know. Ash seemed fine but Arden and Miguel looked pretty rough.” Milo spoke quietly, he sniffled loudly in a rough attempt to breathe properly out of his nose.

Sweetheart moved toward his feet to take his shoes off.

“Oh sweetheart you don’t have to—,” he sneezed and looked back at them.

“Don’t worry about it Milo, just relax..” they spoke softly, rubbing his thigh gently.

Milo nodded reluctantly. Sweetheart slipped his work boots off, and then his pants, they came off difficultly, the water making them stick to his legs.

He kept his underwear on until the bath was ready. Just sitting at the edge of the tub before sweetheart rose to their feet.

They reached over and began running the water, turning it as hot as it could be.

“Here okay just wait for it to fill up alright? Do you want bubbles or anything?” They asked, resting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it three times.

He shook his head, moving his hand over theirs, squeezing it three times back.

An unspoken “i love you.”

Sweetheart smiled at him. Squeezing his hand three times in return.

“So do you want tea or something? Maybe some nightquill?” Sweetheart asked, still concerned but a little more at ease.

Milo nodded. “Yes. To both.” He replied, “thank you sweetheart.” He said to them, but they were already out of the room.

By the time sweetheart had returned Milo was already in the bath, seemingly warmer and more relaxed. It was obvious he had a cold, his face was red and he hadn’t stop coughing and sniffling.

“Here you go, take this.” Sweetheart handed him the medicine cup of nightquill, he took it quickly, making a nasty face as it went down.

“It should help your throat and put you right to sleep later.” Sweetheart spoke and set the tea beside him. Milo nodded, watching as sweetheart sat on the ledge beside him.

Milo sighed, sniffing again. Sweetheart put their hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently.

“I’m sorry you got sick Milo.” They whispered. Milo’s shrugged, looking back at them.

“It’s okay sweetheart don’t worry about it.” He said back, smiling dryly up at them.

Sweetheart put some soft piano music on, trying to make a relaxing ambiance for Milo. He closed his eyes, resting his head back.

“Want me to rub your back?” Sweetheart asked, noticing some discomfort in his expressions.

“No that’s okay sweetheart don’t worry about me.” Milo said at first but sweetheart insisted.

“Come on Milo let me take care of you.” Sweetheart nudged him, with a cheeky smile. He sighed and relented, bending forward a bit

Sweetheart smiled, rubbing into his back with pressure but no enough to hurt, he groaned softly leaning into their touch.

“Is that alright? To much pressure?” They asked quietly, but he shook his head.

“No..no that’s good baby thank you.” He mumbled, obviously on the verge of sleep.

They nodded but then chuckled, picking his head up from the wall behind him,

“Milo, I’m not sure it’s the best idea to fall asleep in the tub, here let’s get you out I’ll grab a towel, And a sweatshirt for you alright? Hold tight.” They

They scurried to the closet, grabbing a comfortable hoodie and a pair of his looser sweat pants, grabbing a towel off the rack on their way back to the bathroom.

They tapped his shoulder, rubbing his softly before speaking. “Here stand up alright? Slowly..” they held the towel out, wrapping it around him and handing him the clothes.

“Thank you..” he mumbled sleepily before trudging over to the bedroom to get dressed.

While he did sweetheart drained the tub and dried the floor trying to avoid an injury.

They watched milo get into bed, still shivering. A sigh escaped them, upset he’d been sick and feeling horrible that he felt horrible.

They walked over to him, cupping his cheek.

“I’ll get you in a few hours for sure dinner and more medicine alright?” They whispered running a hand through his wet hair gently.

He nodded with his eyes closed tight, before grabbing their hand.

“Stay with me sweetheart?” He asked— well almost begged— them and of course they agreed

“Okay, but just until you fall asleep, I wanna have time to make you dinner okay?” They whispered and snuggled up behind him, kissing his cheek, but their lips lingered taking in his scent.

He groaned but nodded. “Fine.” He muttered out, causing sweetheart to chuckle.

“Okay deal.” They agreed with a small sigh of contentment.

He sighed and closed his eyes, “I love you sweetheart..” he said before yawning and resting his head into the pillow.

“I love you too milo. Get some rest baby.” They spoke and kissed his cheek once more.

*****

Yippie I got another thing out of my drafts.

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linos-luna · 1 year

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Hiii can I ask for a smut where Yeonjun and reader has slow yet steamy vanilla sex on a rainy day??? Tyy

Love that. Hope you like. Sorry it took so long 😅

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Rainy Day ❣️

Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

Warnings: vanilla sex, orgasms, smut, groping, unprotected sex, making out

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Cold rainy days were great for cuddling. It’s been storming for almost three days and the power finally went out. But Yeonjun came prepared with candles and many warm blankets.

You laid on the bed as your boyfriend was spooning you. You were scrolling on your phone for a bit before Yeonjun snatched it from your hand and threw it to the side.

“Hey!”

“Hey what?” Yeonjun teased while rubbing your side.

“Why’d you do that, junnie?”

“Hm…I don’t know what you’re talking about…” yeonjun replied while kissing your cheek. He smirked and reached his hand under your shirt to grope your breast.

“No bra?”

“Why would I wear one if I’m home all day?” You giggled.

“No you’re right…” Yeonjun smirked as he rolled you onto your back and lifted your shirt. “Just makes it easier for me I guess…”

You gasped at the cold air hitting your skin before he started peppering your breasts with small kisses.

“Junnie… is that what you wanted?” You chuckled as he propped himself on his elbows, hovering over you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Yeonjun replied before softly kissing your lips. “Sometimes I just want to admire my pretty girl.”

Yeonjun rubbed your cheek and deepened the kiss. He lightly bit your lip and smirked when hearing a little whine from you.

You held onto his shirt and lightly kissed back as he took control.

His warm body on top of yours felt so warm and comforting. His kisses were also loving and passionate.

As he continued smothering you with kisses, you found yourself getting significantly wet. Yeonjun was lightly grinding against you and your panties were starting to get sticky and uncomfortable.

“Junnie…” you whined as his kisses moved down your neck.

“Yes baby?”

“I-I… can you-…” you were whimpering while tugging at the waistband of your pants.

Yeonjun knew what you were trying to say and he was quick to slide your pants off. He smirked at the sight of your wet panties and loved your whines when he lightly rubbed it.

“Baby… you’re so cute.” Yeonjun laughed while pulling down his pants. He then continued kissing down your neck and grinding against you.

“Junnie…” you moaned. “Junnie… I want you… I want it…”

“Yeah?” He smirked while pulling off his boxers. “Anything for you, baby.”

You tugged down your sticky underwear and he tossed it to the side before teasing your wet cunt with his cock.

You whimpered at the feeling of his hard cock and Yeonjun gently held your hand when entering. He also squeezed your hand when feeling how tense you were.

“Just relax baby.” Your boyfriend said reassuringly.

It took you a moment to get used to his size and he lifted off your shirt, then his, tossing it where your panties were.

Soon his soft lips were back to yours and Yeonjun pinned your wrists over your head while lightly thrusting.

Your boyfriend thrusted deeper as he sucked soon to be marks on your neck. He may have been thrusting slow but it was deep enough to hit that spot. The spot that made you moan out loud and arch your back.

The pleasure had you in a state of euphoria and although he let go of your wrists, you still kept them where they were.

“Baby… you’re so pretty like this…” Yeonjun whispered in your ear, his thrusts getting slower. “So hot…”

“Agh… Yeonjun…” you panted, feeling yourself getting close to that high. “Yeonjun~!”

Your boyfriend read you like a book and thrusted a bit faster as you came.

Yeonjun loved your dazed look and grunted as his hips stuttered. He held your wrists tight as he came as well.

You looked at the man looking over you. The lighting in the room was dim but you could still see his amazing features. Although he was sweating, his hair was still fluffy. His lips were as pump as ever and were covered with spit. He was just as fucked out as you when pulling out.

“Junnie…” you whispered. “Junnie I want more cuddles.

Yeonjun gave a sweet smile as his breathing was finally going back to normal. “Yeah…?”

“Mmhm…”

He laid down next to you and kissed your forehead. He couldn’t wait to spend the day with you tomorrow. Although he’d have to explain that the power never went out. He just turned off all the lights…

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xmalereader · 1 year

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Simon Riley X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Not as gut wrenching as I thought it would be but a little more detail of reader and Simons “friendship” before the “relationship” started. This gives more background of Alex’s background along with Simon too. But here is another baker series shot!

Summary: Alex had found his way to Simons place during a storm, a frantic baker is in search of his missing kid. What happens when the past comes after Alex and doesn’t know what to do?

Warnings: PTSD, triggers, mentions of abuse, slight angst, arguments, memories, toxic behavior, task 141, apologies, forgiveness, Reader is trying his best, Simon is still haunted by his past, mentions of Soap and Price along with Gaz, retirement

Word count: 2.5k

It was the weekday and Simon wasn’t needed at the bakery. His favorite baker had told him that he’d be in charge of opening and that business for him has been getting a little slow. Perhaps the rainy weather will drag some customers inside at the bakery, the idea of visiting or ordering a simple tea wouldn’t leave his mind. He didn’t have any plans today and staying locked indoors wasn’t going to help him at all.

Simon had taken his time to change, putting on a sweat shirt and sweat pants to keep him warm during the wet and cold rain. He’d kept his face mask on and searched for his hat around his place, setting his house keys in the kitchen counter and making his way to his own bedroom where he finds his hat, slipping it on before making his way downstairs.

Before he could collect his last things a sharp knock is heard at the front door, causing the man to freeze in place. He’s silent and stares at the door to his left, listening and hearing the knock again. Simon never got visitors causing him to grow cautious of his surroundings as he approached the door. He has a small table next to the door with a drawer where he keeps a gun inside, call him paranoid. The man still can’t sleep without a gun close by to him in case anyone tried to come after him. He was getting adjusted to the new ways and his new life and with retirement.

He checks the gun, cocking it and slipping it in his back pocket before unlocking the door and pulling it open slowly. He peaks outside, thinking that perhaps an old enemy was standing on the other side only to see a wet and shivering Alex. His arms wrapped around himself, hair damp from the rain water as he glanced up at him nervously.

“Hi.” Alex’s voice is small.

Simons tense body relaxes at the sight of Alex, pulling the door wider and raising a brow at the teenager.

“Shouldn’t you be on school?” He questions, checking the time on his watch. It was still school hours, so what was Alex doing here at this time and how did he find him?

“I know.” Alex mumbled, sniffling and using his wet sweater sleeve to wipe the droplets from under his nose and face. “I—I didn’t want to invade your privacy but, I checked your application and records in dads office and found your address…” He avoids Simons eyes. “I needed a safe place.” He adds the last part in a small whisper.

Simon stares at the teenager, reading him. The kids posture is hunched over, ignoring eye contact and his words were slow. He was usually sarcastic and outgoing at the bakery but this teenager in front of him wasn’t that annoying kid that he’d work with in the early mornings during the weekends. His fidgeting is enough for someone to know that something was wrong. Sighing deeply, he opens the door wider, getting the teens attention and nodding his head inside.

The teen hesitates, giving himself a minute before finally stepping inside the house. With the teens back turned to him, Simon is quick to put his gun back in the drawer and closing the door behind him.

“Tea?” Simon offers. Even though he was suppose to get some at the bakery he’ll just have to make some here instead.

“I’m good.” Alex responds back, curious to look around the house. He’s never been inside Simons house before, it was all new to him and the teenager grew curious to explore the place but knew that it was impolite to do so whenever he entered someone’s home. With Simon making the tea he takes his time to finally ask the teen.

“Want to tell me what brought you here?”

Alex flinched at his rough voice, turning his attention to Simon. His shoulders tense and grows nervous. “I heard that you used to be in the military, right?”

Simon hums with a nod, leaning against his counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You protect people, right?” Alex’s heart began to raise, finally making eye contact with the older man.

Simon frowns under his mask, pushing himself off the counter and taking a step forward, causing Alex to react with fright and taking a step back. Simon froze in spot, reading his body language again before finally figuring out what was going on. His eyes grow cold and full of anger, his hands balled into fists as he stands in his place, giving Alex the space he needed.

“Did Y/n hurt you?”

“No!” Alex is quick to answer, eyes wide and full of panic. “No, he didn’t do anything.”

“Then why are you acting like someone hurt you?”

Simons question silenced Alex, biting his lip.

“Alex.” Simon gets the teens attention again, taking a slow cautious step forward, watching for any negative reaction only to get nothing. He takes this sign as permission to move closer. “I recognize your posture, your flinching.” Simon speaks up. “You avoid eye contact which you never do and asking about protection—only those who’ve been hurt in their life seek for help, but not many do either.”

Alex’s bottom lip quivers.

“Did someone hurt you?”

The teen shakes his head.

“Did—“ Simon clears his throat. “Did you have an episode?”

Simon speaks from experience, the years of abuse and trauma that he got from his father still haunted him till this day. He was getting better at dealing with it but as each day goes by their isn’t a day where he thinks about his father, the fear he brought into his childhood at a young age. No child deserved to get abused, neither did Alex.

Alex’s breath hitched. “My parents are looking for me.” He sobs out. “They came looking for me at school and I saw my mom and dad waiting—I ran out the back and didn’t know where to go. I didn’t feel safe at the baker thinking that they’d be waiting for me and then I remembered your address and—“

“You felt safe with me.” Simon finished as Alex nods rapidly while sobbing. The panic and realization finally settling in as Simon pulls the kid into a warm embrace, letting him fall apart as he too hugged him back.

“I’m sorry.” Alex sobs.

Simon shakes his head. “Don’t apologize, you reacted and ran.” He pulls away from Alex and takes a look at the kid before sighing deeply. “They won’t find you here. I’ll keep you safe.” Simon wouldn’t allow anyone to lay a finger on Alex, he didn’t care if he had to kill his parents to stop them from taking their kid back. Y/n rarely spoke about Alex’s adoption and past but knew that it wasn’t a good one which is why the conversation was avoided. The focused on the good memories and the new start that Alex got with Y/n raising him, of course the kid panicked and ran afraid of being taken away and put back in an abusive environment.

Simon gives Alex a glance, watching the kid use his damp sleeves to clean the tears and snot from his face. The older man rolls his eyes, removing his own sweater and leaving him in a black shirt before handing Alex his sweater. “Here, change into this. Your all wet and your dad will kill me if you catch a cold.”

Alex croaks out a laugh, nose and eyes red as he nods. While Alex changed into Simons clean sweatshirt, the ex military man makes a quick call to Y/n. It only takes one ring for the baker to answer the phone, the sound of rustling and panting is heard from the other line. “Simon?” Y/n breaths out.

“Y/n—“

“Now’s not a good time Simon I’m a little busy today—in fact take the next few days off you don’t need to come by—“ The baker rambled on.

“Alex is here.” His sudden statement stops the bakers rambling. He can hear his heavy breathing before asking. “Where?” It didn’t take long for Simon to send him his address and for Y/n to appear at his place in less than a few minutes. When Simon answers the door he doesn’t expect to see a tired and panicked parent. His clothes are all wet from the rain with a mix of sweat and dirt, he’s only wearing a simple pair of pants and a thin jacket that doesn’t seem to keep him warm from the cold rain.

“Where is he?” He pants out, stepping inside the house and coming to a stop once he spots Alex sitting on the couch.

“Y/n.” Alex speaks out.

The baker approached Alex a little too fast, startling the kid into thinking about his worst fears. Simon is quick to step in, placing a hand on Y/n’s chest and holding him back. This shocks the baker he gaped at Simon before glaring at him. “What are you doing?”

“You’re scaring the kid.”

“What?” Y/n raises a brow.

“He’s scared.” Simon nods to Alex who had curled up into himself, head buried in his knees. “Do you even know why he’s here?” Simon questions Y/n who shot a glare at him before scoffing. “I don’t know, Simon. You tell me.” Y/n slaps his arm away.

“I get a call from the school about Alex missing classes, later I get calls from my lawyers telling me that his parents were waiting for him outside one of his buildings. Next thing you know I’m running up and down the streets in the pouring rain not finding him anywhere not knowing if his fucked up parents took him away or if they got him hurt! I’m out here trying to find my missing child only to find out that he’s here with you! Someone who we just met not only a few months ago but the fact that my own son possibly trusts a total stranger over his own father!” Y/n’s voice is full of anger and confusion, his voice finally lowering into a soft whisper. “Finding him here makes me think that I wasn’t the safest option, that maybe I’m not able to protect him.” He buries his face in his hands, shaking his own head as he tries to keep himself from panicking again, from thinking that Alex didn’t see him as someone who could protect him from the bad past coming after him.

Simon stays where he stands, not knowing how to approach the man but knowing what to say next.

“Alex came here to be protected. He knew about my military background and thought I’d keep him safe if his parents were to find him. He ran because he panicked, seeing his parents triggered horrible memories that he didn’t wish to remember.” Simon watched Y/n, glancing up from his hands at Simon. “Alex does feel safe with you and you didn’t fail as a parent. He panicked—you both.”

Y/n ran a hand through his messy and damp hair, looking over to Alex who stared back at him.

“He’s your kid.”

Y/n bites his lip. “What if we never met you? Then what would happen in this situation? Would he really be safe with me?”

“Yes.”

Y/n turns his attention back to Alex, who stood by his side. “I came here because I knew Simon would keep me safe, I was also afraid of getting you involved with everything again and I couldn’t—I couldn’t lose my only dad if they ever tried to hurt you.” Alex tears up again, causing Y/n to cry as well as he pulls his kid into a tight hug, kissing his temple and forehead. “You won’t lose me, your stuck with me, got it? They won’t take you away from me either because your mine, you hear me?” Y/n holds Alex’s face in both hands. “You’re my son and I love you.”

Alex nods, leaning down to lie his head on his shoulder while Y/n wrapped his arms around him into a warm embrace. It wasn’t long before the two break apart, Alex still sniffling when his father whispers in a soft voice to lie down. The teen does as he’s told and lied back down on the couch while Y/n turns to Simon who’d given them some privacy of their own, his leaning against the kitchen counter and staring out the kitchen window when Y/n decides to slide in next to him, keeping his distance.

“I want to apologize for shouting and for the way I treated you. I shouldn’t have said such rude things.”

Simon sighs. “It’s alright, you were worried for your kid.” He smiled faintly under his mask. “Made me wish that I had someone like you when I was his age.”

Y/n frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I know what it’s like, his fear.” Simon looks over his shoulder to see Alex asleep on the couch. “I felt the same way when I was a kid.”

Y/n puts the puzzle pieces together as his eyes soften. “Simon, I didn’t know that you—“

“It was a long time ago.” Simon cuts him off. “I got away from it all and figured out my own life. Not a very good one but, I made some friends along the way.” He remembers his team, before ever meeting them he was always doing solo missions, working alone without having leverage holding back. He grew comfortable with doing things his own way that when Price got him involved into his new team he was forced to work with others. Having to grow used to Soaps dumb comments along with Gazs small and awkward conversations. He’d approached Price about disbanding from the team and going back to working alone until Price threatened him to either work with his new team or he’d be sent home. Simon knew not to argue with Price and scoffed at his captain before marching out of his office and joining his team again.

It took him a few months to finally claim his team as friends, risking their own lives for each other and groaning together alone with joking around with Soap whenever they were together. He never thought that he’d have friends to be around with again that didn’t fear him each time he entered a room. Simon had some good memories and people in his past until his time of retirement came, turning in the paper work to Price, shocking his own captain when he’s presented the paperwork of returning back home for good. As much as Simon liked helping people he couldn’t always stand the violence and needed the break to finally breathe again.

Imagine his surprise when that clear breath came rushing to him when a certain Baker and teenager make their way into his life. He enjoyed every day with them and wouldn’t want to throw that away.

“I didn’t have someone like you when I was a kid, but I have you now and I’m not leaving you two anytime soon.”

Y/n’s face grows warm, his heart beating fast at Simons words. His lips form into a small smile as Simon chuckles in return. The two never thought that they’d need each other in the future.

#male reader #simon Riley #Simon Riley x male reader #baker series #ghost x male reader #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #domestic life #au #mw2 ghost

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morgueix · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

Day Three: Shower / Bath Sex w/ Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

TW/ AFAB!reader, fingering, praise, use of pet names,

{Smut below the cut}

~i’m sorry this kinda sucks and i’m sorry it’s after october </3 it’s the thought that counts right

this relationship was always so hard on the both of you, with johnny always being gone on missions. it felt like you barely had any time to spend with each other recently, making you enjoy your time even more. choosing to spend every waking minute with each other to try and make up for lost time.

you settled down into the water of the bath, letting the warmth seep into your skin, finally feeling the chill from the awful weather fade away. today had been awful, between the rainy, cold, miserable weather and the fact johnny had missed dinner. again. it was no fault of his own, came with his chosen occupation and you knew that. it was just hard

you didn’t let yourself wallow in the feelings, wanting to make a good evening for yourself to try and cheer up. hence the bath, your best attempt at calming down.

you leaned your head back against the cool acrylic of the bath tub, letting the sound of your favorite music playing from your phone soothe you. letting yourself get so relaxed and comfortable you didn’t notice the sound of the front door opening. or the sound of heavy boots being kicked off. or the soft steps of someone walking up the stairs.

what you did notice was the bathroom door cracking open and your boyfriend peeking in to make sure you’re doing okay, figuring you’d be at least a little mad since he’d missed dinner.

you give johnny a soft smile as he makes his way over to you, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“i’m so sorry i’m late love. big mission coming up. i couldn’t miss the meeting.. i hope i didn’t disappoint you” his voice comes out soft, or the softest you can get with an accent as thick as his

you quickly reassure him you weren’t upset, that you understood and quickly offered him into your bath with you. johnny didn’t hesitate, quickly stripping out of his uniform and sliding into the tub behind you. he pulls you to lay between his legs, thick arms wrapping around your stomach as his head rests on your shoulder.

“i’ve missed you. wish i wasn’t gone so much all the time. ‘s nice gettin to hold you like this. i miss it.” he presses another kiss to your shoulder, this one longer and more gentle.

no matter how many times you told him it was alright he never felt like he did good enough for you, always wanting to be a better partner for you, proving how much he loves and cares for you

“you’ll let me make it up to you, yeah ?” johnnys lips press against your neck now, kisses making their way up to your ear, causing you to shiver as his lips press against your skin. a soft “please?” coming from him.

you cant help but nod your head, wanting nothing more than to have some intimacy with him. all the time you’d spent separated from him recently made you crave him even more.

you turn your head back to catch his lips in a kiss, almost moaning at the contact, his hand comes up to rest on your cheek, holding your lips to his for a few extra seconds. his fingers on his other hand slowly move up and down your thigh, no real destination in mind, simply just wanting to be as close as possible.

“i’ve missed you” your voice comes out soft, a little breathy as his lips now suck lightly at your neck.

“i’ve missed you too my love, been thinking of being able to touch you like this again for so long” johnnys fingers brush up your thigh a little further “may i?”

he chuckles a little at how fast you nod your head, fingers now gently rubbing up your cunt, just barely enough for you to feel them

“fuck johnny please, don’t wanna be teased” you whine as his fingers just barely miss your clit.

“don’t worry baby. i have no plans on teasing you tonight” his fingers press firm against your clit, starting to rub in small, slow circles causing you to moan quietly. johnny presses a kiss to your temple as he praises you. “there you go baby, just like that. you always sound so good for me. such a good girl”

his fingers dip a little lower to your entrance, the tips of his fingers just barely pressing into you before he sinks two of his thick fingers into you. he gives you a moment to adjust before moving his fingers, making sure to curl them just right each time.

“you’re such a good girl for me. you take me so well. i want you to cum on my fingers when i tell you to. think you can do that for me ?” he watches as you nod quickly, already getting so close from just the little bit he’d touched you.

after a few more thrusts of his fingers he slips a third one in, feeling how tightly you squeeze down at the new feeling. johnny can tell you’re getting close at the way you cling to him and as your voice gets louder.

he reaches his other hand around your body to rub your clit lightly, smiling at the way your body reacts in his arms, struggling to push his fingers deeper into you “that’s it pretty girl, want you to cum all over my fingers”

it only takes a few more thrusts of his fingers before you whine loudly, body tensing as you cum hard around him. he pulls his fingers out of you and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach as he praises you.

“you did so good my love. so good. once we finish our bath can i show you how much i love you again in our bed ?”

#morgue.writes #kinktober 2023 #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish smut #soap x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader

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lfghughes · 1 year

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something about like laying on quinn's chest and just like cuddling while it is cold and rainy outside (typical vancouver weather 😒) i think it might be cool to do it from quinn's perspective, like what he is thinking. no pressure just a suggestion

a/n: i tried my best! it was definitely weird writing from his perspective but you were it is kinda cool doing that but i hope you enjoy this!

You loved rainy weather and you loved it even more when you didn’t have to go to practice or had a game to go to. Mostly because that meant you got to lay in bed all day in between your sheets and watch movies with absolutely no care in the world. It only got better because your girlfriend also had the day off which meant both of you could do nothing but lay around all day. You felt her shift or well at least try to before you arms moved to wrap around her to stop her “No, no. Let’s stay in bed today.” You told her, pulling her in close and you could feel her body relax against you and melt into you. “Babe, I’m supposed to go shopping so I can get some things for our vacation.” You quickly pressed some kisses on her shoulder, hoping that would convince her to stay where she was and with the way she scooted in closer to you, you knew you were winning this already. “We can go shopping another day, I promise but let’s lay here today.” She tilted her head up and pressed a kiss to your lips, letting out a sigh after “Fine you win, Quinny.” A smile immediately spread on your lips at her and her nickname for you. Just everything about her in general. You weren’t really one to focus a whole lot on relationships, it was mostly focusing on family and hockey but when she walked into your life it felt like the missing piece of your life was right in front of you. Since then you had been wrapped around her finger. She was supportive of everything in your life, she knew how hectic your schedule got and yet still managed to always stay positive with everything. She got along with your family and they loved her, not as much as you did of course but she fit right in. You weren’t really sure how you had gotten so lucky in life and how a rainy day today could be as amazing as it was.

#quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Blue Days

Record of Ragnarok, from best to worst (but they still try), who is the best at comforting you on a sad day?

Every now and then, you had what you have dubbed as a ‘blue day’, where you felt melancholic and didn’t do much other than putting your lower half under your kotatsu and laying on the tatami floors and just let the day go by, as long as it wasn’t a school day. Luckily it was Saturday so no school, but the overwhelming sadness just seemed to hang over you like a thick blanket. You didn’t bother getting dressed to go out, putting on a pair of shorts, a pink tank top and a dark green hakama top that you left open. You opened the sliding door to the garden, so you could see and listen to the rain, before you crawled under the kotatsu and laid down, letting the warmth of the heater under the blanket warm your bare legs up on this otherwise cold rainy day. You’re not sure how much time passed when you heard the front door open, telling you someone was here. A painful ache filled your heart as guilt seemed to wash over you, knowing they were here to visit you and you were like this, tears easily welled in your eyes as the sound of footsteps came closer towards the living room and slid the door open.

-Sasaki- A warm smile was on his face as he entered, “Y/N -oh!” he was surprised to see the state you were in. You weren’t facing him, curled up on your side as he approached before kneeling next to you, his large hand coming down to brush the hair out of your face, seeing the unshed tears as you didn’t look at him. His concern melted into pity as a small smile appeared on his face, “Bad day?” You nodded softly, arms curling up towards your chest a bit as the tears begin to sting, wanting to escape as he leaned back from you, “S’okay Y/N, we all have bad days from time to time. Nothing’s wrong with having them. I’m here for you if you wanna talk about it.” You remained silent as he moved so his legs could join yours under the kotatsu, a sigh of happiness escaping him, as it was a bit chilly. He smiled softly, feeling one of your hands touch his and he opened his hand, letting you hold on to it as you curled up a bit more, eyes closing and the tears finally falling as the guilt slowly washed away.

-Buddha- The sound of rain filled the god’s ears as soon as he entered your home, finding it otherwise quiet as he slipped his shoes off at the door and started wandering, looking for you while enjoying a lollipop. He poked his head in a few rooms, calling out your name before he heard the sound of rain was a bit louder in the living room, opening the sliding door to finally see you. He paused, seeing you curled up under the kotatsu, a heavy sense of sadness hanging over you. A frown was present on his face for a few moments before he entered the room, closing the door behind him and came over to take a seat beside you, removing his glasses to set on top of the kotatsu, before laying down, pulling you into his arms, turning you into the little spoon. As soon as you felt the familiar arms of your favorite cuddle buddy wrap around your torso, a soft sigh escaped as the tears finally fell, legs curling up a bit as your hands lifted to hold onto one of his. He was silent for a few moments, feeling you relax, before he spoke, “Wanna get something to eat after our nap?” he felt you jolt lightly, and he smiled, knowing you were smiling softly from his words, comforting in his own way and you nodded softly, and he gave a small squeeze before he relaxed, enjoying the quiet moment.

-Adam- As soon as he entered the cool house, he could sense something was wrong, easily finding you in the living room, opening the door with a bit more force than necessary, before he inhaled, seeing you laying there, facing the patio door, watching the rain. Adam came over, remaining silent as he kneeled down next to your head, seeing tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, seeing that you were upset about something. The back of his hand brushed against your cheek, wiping the fallen tears away as he frowned softly, not liking the sight of you crying. Adam, whenever he visited, even though he didn’t like to, wore clothes so you wouldn’t be upset, but he always wore something loose fitting, a baggy shirt and shorts, covered but not restricted. Adam laid down next to you, so you were facing each other, putting his legs under the kotatsu as well before he pulled you into his arms, holding your head to his chest and he hugged you gently, stroking your hair, “Papa’s here, Y/N.” His grip tightened for only a moment as you sniffled, but he relaxed, feeling your hands gripping onto his shirt as he felt the tension leaving your body as you slowly relaxed in his embrace.

-Jack- His heart seemed to jolt as fury easily grew in his belly as he entered the living room, seeing the color of your soul, the color of deep sadness, it’s one he abhorred seeing on you. He immediately walked out, and you heard someone in the kitchen and relaxed, knowing it was Jack, as he knew where your kettle and teacups were. You knew he could tell how you were feeling, and he did what he thought was right, making something hot to drink on this chilly day. After a few minutes he entered and set the tray down on the kotatsu before kneeling down beside you. He brushed the hair from your eyes as you peeked up at him and he saw the unshed tears and smiled softly, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I won’t force you, my dear. I will, however, force you to sit up and enjoy this tea. It’s better when it’s hot.” He saw the shade of a smile as you slowly sat up but remained silent as you leaned your head on his arm before he handed you a cup and you sipped the tea in quiet silence, watching the rain.

-Hercules- The heavy footsteps told you it was one of the larger members of your ‘adoptive family’, and the guilt only seemed to increase when you heard the cheerful voice of Hercules, “Y/N~ do you wanna go out for fried- Y/N?” his tone immediately changed from cheerful to concern as he entered the living room. He came over and picked you up, pulling you into his arms as he sat down. You curled up, feeling warm, but you didn’t want to talk as he spoke, his large hand cupping the side of your face, “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” You shook your head slightly, not answering him, but you did move to wrap your arms around his large neck, hugging him as his arms wrapped around you. You felt so warm and safe in his arms, a soft sigh escaping you as you slowly relaxed and he squeezed gently, rubbing your back, sensing that you were sad, “I’m here if you wanna talk about it.” You nodded softly in his shoulder, making him smile as you fell into comfortable silence.

-Lu Bu/Thor/Odin- When he found you laying on your side, watching the rain and not even acknowledging him, he knew that you were upset about something. You weren’t angry, but sad, and although he cared, he wasn’t the best when it came to comforting someone else. Usually, he just walked away and let someone else deal with the sad individual, but something told him, deep in his belly, that he didn’t want to leave it to someone else, this time at least. He took a seat next to you, seeing the tears in your eyes but said nothing, choosing instead to look out at the rain. He lifted the hand closest to you and patting the whole side of your head and face a few times, as if he was saying ‘there, there’ in his own, special, way, but otherwise did nothing else. His actions meant more to you than others might realize, just him sitting there would have been enough, but the extra mile he went, to him, to comfort you, made just a bit of warmth spread across your chest, a bit of the blueness fading away.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror sasaki kojiro #ror buddha #ror adam #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles #ror lu bu #ror thor #ror odin

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ceebit · 1 year

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⠀⠀⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀ yours ⠀· j. hong

⟡ note : i’m trying a new layout out ? anyway. this is a continuation ? of sorts ? of my beloved soulmate!au… i’m still so happy it was received so well. thank you to the lovely anons who asked for this. ^_^

⟡ wc : 1.5k. reader’s perspective this time. enjoy :)

it’s been a year since then, but you still can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere.

because you’ve heard of soulmates. of red string, of fate, of instant connections that happen on pure coincidence that last for years and years to come, but you’re sure it’s not any of that. not even close.

that rainy morning in that small café sparked an itch in your head you can’t seem to scratch no matter how hard you wrack your brain for any time you might have seen him before. you know it’s partly ridiculous, because you know you haven’t seen him before, but the feeling still stubbornly persists.

that’s how you find yourself peering at him curiously as he floats about your apartment, hand tousled hair and wrinkled sleep shirt a testament to his highly disheveled appearance. you wonder how he seems to know where you keep everything—not once has he asked where you keep your mugs or the sugar or your baking necessities. alarms should be going off on all fronts, but you feel strangely at peace.

it should scare you. it doesn’t.

“penny for your thoughts?”

warmth wafts under your nose as he places a cup of coffee just within reach. you don’t have to bring it to your lips to know he’s made it just how you like, again without asking.

“i feel a bit strange,” you admit, and his brows raise before settling into the seat across from you. your fingertips drum against the surface of your countertop. “i still can’t help but feel like i know you.”

“we’ve been dating for a few months now.” his response is murmured over the rim of his mug, expression coy even in his relaxed state. “i’d be a little upset if you didn’t know what my favorite color was.”

someone asked me what my favorite color was today.

really? did you say something expected like green? you seem like a green person. specifically sage green.

i’m going to take that as a compliment.

don’t be a smartass. what is it! and don’t say something cheesy like the color of my eyes, or something.

my favorite color is now sage green, then.

“love?”

you shake your head and blink, glancing down at the hand now laced with yours in concern.

“my eyes,” you mumble, and something in his expression makes your heart climb into your throat.

joshua smiles faintly and squeezes your hand once. “that’s right. finish your coffee or it’ll get cold.”

you dream of vanilla and soft linens. of laughter and self made lanterns. of whipped cream and kisses in the dark and the familiar weight of his hand in yours.

it’s not your body. but it is at the same time.

he’s the same every time.

you startle awake still smelling sugar but only find yourself in bed, his arm draped over your middle in deep sleep. moonlight still streams in cut patterns across your shared room.

you still can’t shake that odd feeling of deja vu.

you were never a serious fan of grocery shopping before him. the long lines always made you put it off until you absolutely needed to restock, and you had no patience to wait until time crawled by enough to allow you to set your wants on the conveyor belt. the clerks always looked like they didn’t want to be there, trapped in the endless hamster wheel of work, work, work—a better life dangling in front of them like celery hung from a string—and you could relate. you didn’t want to be there, either. crowds had never suited you well, and if one more mom looked at you pitifully as you inspected the vegetable aisle in mild distaste, you were seriously going to lose it.

“the best time for grocery shopping is in the morning, silly,” he told you once you’d voiced your opinions, mirth dancing in his eyes. “grocery shopping is peaceful when you know what times to avoid the major surges.”

you had laughed, moving to resting your head on his shoulder, and didn’t think much of conversation since then. but without telling you, he’d cleared your schedule out, going as far as to wake you up at six in the morning. the sun bled colors in bright brushstrokes and the sharp chill of the cold window against your cheek helped you stay awake.

breakfast is sweet and you watch the sun rise and finally color the sky a pretty light blue. he peers at you curiously and you brush pastry cream from the corner of his lips.

and of course, he was right. but he didn’t need to know that.

arm looped in his, you find being tugged along as he pushed the cart didn’t seem to be that bad after all. ambient noise fades into the background with the gentle music playing over the speakers, and there isn’t a single crying child in any aisle.

joshua glances over to find content displayed openly on your features and laughs.

are the watermelons even ripe?

i really couldn’t tell you. my mother somehow always knew, though. she had good intuition like that. we’d have smoothies and fruit pops and melonade.

melonade?

mm. watermelon lemonade. it’s really good, i’ll have to make it for you sometime.

i’ll hold you to that.

we need to find some good ones, then. is your intuition any good?

“is your intuition any good?”

“what?” he stops in his tracks, forcing you to stop with him. “what was that?”

embarrassment floods through your body like wildfire. “sorry. i just—never mind. it’s stupid.”

“is it?”

his gaze is heavy. almost stripping you bare, and you feel it’s far too early to have a crisis in the middle of the vegetable aisle. you look away, heart thundering in your chest. what is happening?

“we should get some watermelon,” you say instead.

“whatever you want. fruits are in the next aisle.”

waves brush past your feet. sun kissed skin and seagulls call overhead. his sun hat sits perched on your head and you laugh when he waves from deeper in the water. the drink in your hand is sweet and familiar. music spins a soft tune nearby.

stolen kisses in a library. saturated reds and oranges cast pretty shadows against your skin. sunlight peeks and glints on the rings that adorn his fingers and you’re reminded of where you stand. of where you both stand.

run away with me. arguments. tears. the sound of the wind brushing past your ears on horseback. the cold stings. your fingers are numb and your heart hurts. i can’t. it’s not right.

is any of this right?! i don’t want this. never wanted any of this. i just want you.

you can’t look at him. can’t bear the sight of him at all. not like this.

i’m sorry.

you’re not sleeping. he worries. you know he worries, and yet slumber is not your friend and it laughs when you close your eyes and try will it nearer anyway.

“are you hiding anything from me?”

“never.” his voice is hushed. he stands on the other side of your room, motionless. “i would never—”

“i have these strange dreams. of me, but not-me. and you, but not-you. but i’ve only just met you, so i don’t understand and it’s driving me insane.”

you shove your shaking hands under your thighs and look out of the window. his gaze burns against your bare skin.

“what do you see in your dreams?”

weddings. star-crossed lovers. love that bends time and space itself. the same hand that slipped a ring on your finger, over and over and again and again.

you’re an artist in one. royalty in the next, merfolk in another, stars, bakers, gods, and so on. you don’t understand how you remember memories of lives you know you haven’t lived but still feel anyway.

“who are you?”

he crosses the space between you two, then.

“yours.”

you promise?

there’s a reason why we keep finding each other. i don’t know why, but it feels like the universe likes pushing us in the same direction, however that may be.

i always forget you. or about you. whichever. i’m sorry.

i think that’s the price. a new life is the start, finding you is the journey, and helping you remember is the price.

and the reward?

i already have it. waking up with memories of you is the biggest reward i could ever be given. it helps. during the times when i’m alone and i don’t have you.

i’m sorry i don’t remember. i wish i could.

don’t be. knowing i’ll find you one day and get to fall in love with you over and over again, however you come back to me, is more than enough.

“do you remember now?”

fresh tears fill your waterline. you do. you do, and everything falls back into place—the nagging feeling disperses and is replaced with warmth.

“yours,” you breathe. he coaxes your hands out and squeezes them firmly.

“welcome back, love.”

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ghcstao3 · 11 months

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I like rain. To me rain is cold and it’s wet but it’s filled with poetry and warm tea (and a significant other). Rain means the sky is crying. It means it’s real. When you stand outside and feel the cold drops on your skin. It’s real. When you smell the fresh and crispy air. It’s real. You hear the pitter patter. It’s real. The rainbow that sometimes smiles at you. It’s real. Anyway I’m getting off track.

I feel like Ghost would be the kind of person to appreciate the rain. He would enjoy the peace of sitting alone and watching the rain fall (or maybe sitting with Soap). He’d close his eyes and let the rest of his senses wander. Feeling the chilly air. Listening to the rhythmic music. Smelling the sharp scent. He could relax and take the time to enjoy himself.

Price would also enjoy rain. He could be smoking and watching the rain or sitting in his office, reading and listening to the sounds of the sky weeping.

Price would catch Ghost on rainy days relaxing by an open window. His pretty eyes shut. Enjoying the moment. Price would smile and soften. Sometimes joining him on the peacefulness.

It’s a mutual understanding no one else seems to share.

The quiet. The peace. The lull between every other busy, occupied moment.

It’s a mutual understanding no one else seems to share, about the rain. About standing side by side under the eaves and just breathing, inhaling ozone and smoke and letting the day’s concerns be washed away by cool droplets with every exhale.

The first time Price had seen Simon finding solace in the rainfall, he’d backed off. Forgone his own peace to let Simon have a break—because God knew how much he needed it. Price could wait.

The next time, however, he ventures to stand next to Simon, silently offering out his cigar when he sees the mindless twitch in Simon’s fingers, that itch for nicotine he’s been trying to stave off but can never fully quit. And to Price’s worn-down surprise from years of knowing the man, Simon accepts.

It becomes routine, that understanding. That wordless exchange, that passing, fleeting peace that always promises to return someday, eventually.

Such a moment of rest is not something to take for granted—especially not if it can be shared with the same reverence.

#ask #thank you for the lovely writing anon!!!#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #captain john price #price mw2 #writing #call of duty

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lisbeth-kk · 1 year

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At the start of May, I was too deep into my travels to have the time to write. As a passenger for miles and miles, I have the perfect excuse to catch up.

May 1 prompt: rain

Making sure

It’s been two months since Sherlock came back from his faked death. He’d thought that John would be happy to see him again, but he wasn’t. Wary, shocked, angry, sad and hesitant were some of the emotions visible on John’s face.

Sherlock knows that John hates his new flat, and he’s asked John to move back home. Back to 221B. Until now, John’s been deflecting whenever Sherlock brings it up. Today however, Sherlock’s determined to get a straight answer. He can’t sleep, and the flat feels empty without John in it.

They meet in Regent’s Park. As of late, John’s posture is rigid. His hands behind his back or buried deep in his jacket pockets. He flinches and almost hyperventilates when he sees Sherlock arriving. When Sherlock greets him, John’s arms automatically falls from behind his back, his fists clenches and he shoves his hands violently into his pockets. Sherlock can’t help but wonder what that means.

«You asked to see me,» John states neutrally.

«I want you to come home, John,» Sherlock says quietly. «Baker Street isn’t the same without you, and you’re clearly not enjoying your new lodgings. It reminds you if that awful bedsit you had when you came back from Afghanistan.»

John rubs his neck and sighs.

«It’s not that easy, Sherlock. I still see you fall almost every night. I…um…may need to…»

He trails off, and the penny drops.

«You’ll need to touch me, take my pulse to make sure I’m alive,» Sherlock states. «I made you go through this, and I don’t mind. Anything you need, John.»

Sherlock reaches out a hand to John, palm up. John only hesitates for a moment before he almost hungrily grabs Sherlock’s wrist and finds his pulse with his thumb. John’s body relaxes visibly and he takes a deep breath. He looks at Sherlock with a serious expression.

«Are you sure about this? It might be a bit…um…intimidating,» John says self consciously.

Sherlock cocks an eyebrow at him.

«I think I can handle it, as long as you come home, John,» Sherlock affirms.

Sherlock loves having John back in the flat. Whenever John passes by him, Sherlock displays one hand for John to touch if he needs to. He always took it the first three days, but of late he seems content with just to touch Sherlock on random places. His shoulders, neck, back, upper arms, and on one memorable occasion threading fingers through his curls.

***

Lestrade calls one cold and rainy night, and minutes later Sherlock and John sit in a cab to their first crime scene since Sherlock’s return. By looking at a photo and some ash on the carpet, Sherlock’s able to deduce where the culprits are.

«Amazing,» John beams at him, and Sherlock feels his eyes prick.

God, he’s missed this!

They end up chasing the two criminals down a narrow alley. The heavy rain makes the cobble stones slippery. The man before John stumbles and falls, and John’s on him like an angry grizzly bear. Donovan’s right behind him, and John leaves it to her to deal with him, and chases after Sherlock and the other man. At the end of the alley, Lestrade and another officer have taken care of the man.

Where the hell is Sherlock?

John freezes when he sees a lanky shape lying motionless on the ground.

«No, no, no,» John growls as he kneels by Sherlock’s side.

He bleeds a bit from his temple, his eyes are closed and his arm’s outstreched. It’s almost a spitting image of him at the pavement outside Bart’s. With desperate fingers John searches for Sherlock’s pulse. At first he can’t find it and starts sobbing and hyperventilating, simultaniously trying to call Sherlock’s name. John thinks he finds a weak pulse, but to be sure he leans over and puts his lips to the pulse point on Sherlock’s neck under his right ear.

«Stay with me, you hear,» John whispers in Sherlock’s ear. «Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.»

Sherlock does and opens his eyes.

«John,» he mutters. «I’m alright. Just a bit dizzy. Take me home. I’m soaked and freezing.»

John releases a shaky breath, helps Sherlock to stand, but doesn’t let go of his hand.

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When Sherlock comes out from the bathroom, John’s leaning heavily on the kitchen table with his hands. His back shakes, and Sherlock strides over to him. He places both hands on John’s shoulders, slides them down his back and then around his waist, pulling him in, placing his chin on John’s right shoulder. John leans into Sherlock’s chest and entwines their fingers together.

«You’ll need me close tonight,» Sherlock murmurs. «And I you.»

He turns John around to face him, bends down and kisses his forehead tenderly, before he leads John to his bedroom.

Thanks for the prompt @notjustamumj

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strangelockd · 2 years

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Big Bad Wolf

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's a beautiful rainy day at the Sanctum but your bored so Sinister decides to incorporate a fairy tale into the gameplay. You are all too eager to play along.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, deep love, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, Sinister is a bit of a soft!dom, pet names, oral sex (Fem. Receiving), Fingering, No condoms, porn with plot, praise kink, daddy kink

A/N: This smutty story has been rotting in my brain since I first laid eyes on this man. His hands always behind his back like a hunter hunting down his prey. I instantly fell in love with him. He will always be my fictional husband. The song that inspired the story while I was writing is Daddy by Ramsey. I feel like it fits his character so much. Its also my first smutt fic so please be gentle with me.

I really do hope you enjoy it.

Candles flickered in the Sanctum causing soft light to dance about the walls. Lightening cracks causing heavy raindrops to beat and bleed against the window resembling the seal of Vishanti. Lounging on a velvet chair reading your favorite book you propped your feet up off the cold wooden floor. Enveloped by a thick heavy red velvet blanket, it was so warm and inviting, it couldn’t be a more relaxing day. You take a break from reading to admire Sinister across from you, his spindly legs crossed and stretched out on the chair while reading, a look of pure contentment on his face. Candlelights illuminating his sharp angular features, you couldn’t believe how handsome he was, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world. This handsome man chose you above everything in the multiverse. Looking at him with a heart full of love, you couldn’t help but notice how adorable he was while mouthing the words when he reads. Stroking his disheveled beard he was reading what appeared to be a Fairy Tale novel bounded in thick leather. His brows always coming close together when in deep focus. Biting your lower lip you began feel a deep need that you refused to fight. You wanted him to stroke something else of yours….

Setting the book down on the small table next to you, the candles danced at the sudden movement. Stretching your arms up to give a small yawn you looked at your lover and smirked to yourself, having a better idea in mind to spend the afternoon. Standing up from the chair you wrapped the blanket around you to keep as much warmth as possible. Quietly walking towards your husband you stood behind him reading over his shoulder. Nuzzling your face into his neckline where a freckle meets the collar of his robes you bit little nips into his neck, smoothing the sharp pain with your warm wet tongue. Then taking your palms you ran them down his chest feeling the texture of his dark blue robes that covered his hard toned chest underneath. Deeply inhaling his warm flesh you couldn’t help but be intoxicated by him.

A deep moan rumbed from his throat; closing the book he sat it next to him, he clearly got the hint. “Is my kitten in need of some attention?” Responding with slight breathlessness. “I’m bored,” giving your best pouty face. Taking his scarred slender hands he rubbed them up your arms. His black wedding band shimmering in the light, he pulled you onto his lap. Lacing arms around his neck you nuzzled noses, lips just a whisper away from each other. Gazing into your eyes with deep affection he softly lunged towards your mouth kissing you in such fervent passion--with a need that your all to familiar with. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you as his bride.

Tongue dancing lightly against your lower lip beckoning you to have them parted. You opened your mouth and invited the warmth of his tongue. The familiar sweet taste along with the scruffiness of his facial hair caused the wetness to pool in your panties. You crossed your legs over to straddle him, rocking your hips back and fourth very slowly, trying to get some friction while feeling the familiar stiffening below your ass. Pulling away from your mouth he lifted your hand that carried your matching wedding band and kissed upon it. Continuing to kiss each knuckle till he reached your palm, his beard tickling your delicate skin, only to return back to your mouth. His velvet lips began to clash with yours harder, and you both became overwhelmed with yearning. He preceded to trail love bites along your jawline leading down the your breast. Placing tiny nips along your petal soft flesh. A small moan escaping your lips you tilted your head back in sudden ecstasy, giving him more leeway to reach all of your engorges zones.

You were obsessed with his hands, but you had a soft spot for his goatee. The way it trails down your neck leaving sensitive patches of red on your flesh. His arms locking you in tightly; like you were a dream he never wanted to wake from, he always made you feel safe. Releasing yourselves to catch your breath you rest your forehead against his and you couldn’t help but profess, “Its just that…Im really wet and I need you”. His cerulean eyes now shimmering with mischief, a smirk drawing across his lips showing a sexy grin that always made you blush. “that can be arranged darling, but I have a better plan. Why don’t we make a little game out of this day?”

Raising an eyebrow with a hint of suspicion you took the bait. “What did you have in mind?” Softly guiding you off of his lap, adjusting his stiffening trousers he grabbed your hand and walked you past the cluttered instruments and relics scattered around the sanctum, only to stop at the foot of the wooden stairs. Feeling his soft slightly blackened digits grab your chin with his thumb and index finger he looked deep into your eyes gently stroking your chin with his thumb. “Well I was reading the most intriguing story my love, you ever play the children’s game of hide and seek? Well, my fantasy has always been to incorporate that into the fairytale The Little Red Riding Hood. I’m particularly fond of the wolf and with that blanket you look deliciously like Little Red.”With a slide of his fingers purple magic enveloped you, manifesting your loungewear into a risqué little red riding hood dress. The black corset tightly snuggling your breasts together with the cream dress barely covering your ass high up on your thighs, completing the look with a red hooded cloak, black laced garter belt and knee-high white stockings. Bending forward to adjust your stilettos you gave a twirl for Sinister, noticing his eyes widen with hunger.

He grabbed your ring finger kissing up your arm and gave you another twirl. He pulled you to his chest and Slowly laced his arms around your waist and began to gently sway together, his dark robes swishing with the movement. Craning his head down to kiss and suck on your neck, you closed your eyes leaning your head back against his strong shoulder for him to whisper into the shell of your ear “ I cannot wait to devour you, you’re absolutely delectable,” taking a deep inhale of your hair he slowly grazed his palm to lift your dress ever so slightly to reveal you wearing nothing underneath . Groping your ass giving your earlobe a slight nip emanating a squeak from your lips.

Turning around to face Sinister, you rested your hands on his chest to playfully ask, “shall we set up the ground rules? I know that must be a foreign concept for you Doctor, but its only fair.” He pulled away and slowly walked back and fourth, hands never leaving his back. Chuckling lightly he twitched his lips creating a menacing grin ,“Well my pet, the obvious thing is that I turn around close my eyes and count to one. You’ll go and hide anywhere in this haunted house, its yours for the choosing. Ill then proceed to hunt you down like the wolf that I am, and if I win I get my reward.” Stopping dead in his tracks he slowly turned to look at you, cocking an eyebrow gazing with a hungry glare causing your cheeks to blush a deeper crimson. Feeling your heartbeat accelerate, goosebumps were beginning to form on your flesh. You knew damn well how this was going to end and you couldn’t contain the wet heat beginning to moisten your inner thighs.

…..

You tried your best to contain your giggles while quickly scouting for a place to hide. “57 …58 …” his voice playfully trailing off in the distance. Making the best attempt to prevent your heals from clicking on the heavy wooden floorboards you came across his office. Feeling the adrenaline start to kick into your system you quickly scanned the room noticing the huge black wooden desk along with a large floor to ceiling mirror conveniently placed across from it. Hmmm thats new….Squatting down to get on your hands and knees you crawled to securely tuck yourself underneath it… perfect. Attempting to steady your breath you heard, “Ready or not here comes the wolf.” A huge smile coming across your face you covered your mouth to quiet your giggled breaths. “Come out…come out…wherever you are…” speaking in a sing songy tone. Sinister’s heavy boots creaking on the floorboards, he was close.

Peaking a eye through the crack of the desk he finally made it into the room. Pacing slowly around looking everywhere he could think of, hands still never leaving his back. He was heavy into the game keeping a stalking pace. Like a lion hunting for his prey, he was enjoying the thrill of the chase. “You can’t hide from me kitten, you know daddy will find you eventually.”

Turning to face the desk scanning the parameters and he noticed a bit of red hooded fabric sticking out from underneath the front of his desk. Eyes now glistening, his mouth twitched into a smirk at the corner of his lips….I found you kitten. Footsteps trailed out the room, you leaned your head against the heavy wood closing your eyes to catch your breath. YES! Looks like I have outsmarted him…in the blink of an eye Sinister manifested behind the desk squatting down to face you dead into your startled eyes. You yelped loudly, “BOO! Looks like the wolf caught his little red!” he declared with a snarl. Striving to crawl out of the desk he grabbed you buy the waist, his fingers digging into your delicate soft flesh. “Your not getting away from me that easy darling, this wolf is hungry for your sweet pussy and I’ve earned my reward.”

Releasing some playful giggles he hoisted you up like you weighed nothing and firmly laid you on top of the desk. Leaning back you couldn’t help but stare into his eyes, they always shimmered a brighter blue when aroused. He didn’t waste any time diving down to your sopping heat. Devouring your nectar like a starving man he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Feeling your stockings rip and the garter belt snap, he was feral and began to use his mouth to start tongue fucking you. The long goatee felt amazing against your sensitive mound. You needed more friction and you needed it now. Peaking up from your dress, his nose and beard now glistening with your arousal he crawled up to grab your cheek; claiming your mouth as his. Tasting and smelling yourself on his tongue you both shared a loud moan. He pulled away and with a husky whisper, “Taste what I do to you darling, fuck you are a work of art.”

You let out a whimper at his praise while moving to arch your hips begging him to go further, “Tsk tsk, Feeling impatient are we?” Speaking smugly. You bit your lip and smiled while he began stripping off his bracers to toss them aside only to proceed in rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his taut forearms. He dove back down to reach deeper into your warm center. His flattened tongue licking from the base of your entrance, landing on your sensitive bud to suck and lick with slow repeating sensual circular motions. You leaned arching your back in pleasure with a responsive moan. Stephen was a God with his hands, but nobody can hold a candle to his tongue. Glancing to the side you couldn’t help but stare into the mirror, watching him devour you through the looking glass was highly arousing; it made your nipples start to harden and your center to moisten more.

Feeling his tongue shallowly penetrate your core he moved a hand to reach for your clit. Lifting his head to watch your pleasure, he moved his hand to caress your thighs bringing them softly back to your mound; using circular motions with his thumb to set a steady rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me kitten”, which snatched you out of your reverie only to intensely lock eyes, “yes daddy.” He released a low rough grunt of approval, taking two digits to plunge them into your wet hole making you groan in satisfaction. Arching his fingers pulling them in and out if you, it was causing a wet noise that sounded so obscene yet sexy. It felt like heaven. Moaning sweet nothings into the room you felt your face and chest flushed along with a warm feeling in your stomach, your climax was drawing dangerously near and he knew it. Sinister can read your body like brail and He was always a master with his hands.

Inhaling your scent he released a deep growl causing it to vibrate through your cunt making you shiver, “Fuck kitten I could just eat you alive.” He Leaned up to attempt at removing the top layer of his robes. But you shot up quickly to reach for his belt, pulling his body in between your legs, “allow me,” his arms outstretched he nodded in compliance mouth agape with pupils blown wide. You threw the red hood on top of the desk chair and began to slowly unfasten his belt in a teasing way. His lust filled eyes never leaving you, he was growling with impatience causing you to give a smirk. You loved pushing his limits. The leather belt echoed hitting the floor while you rushed to shed off the top layer of his tunic. You loved all the layers of Sinister’s wardrobe, when you fucked it was like unwrapping a present. He shed his undershirt revealing his taut lean frame that carried many scars along his chest causing you to hitch your breath. How was he always so breathtaking….placing kisses on each scar gently you released a pleasing hum, “I love you, your absolutely breathtaking do you know that.” Without missing a beat he gently guided you back down; cupping your face to trace gentle rubs along your lips planting a tender kiss on them to profess softly, “I was going to say the same thing about you…I love you more, in this life and in the next.”

Giving out a sigh of pure happiness, you sucked on this thumb making him release a animalistic growl. He always knew how to worship and make you feel like the goddess you are; he never faulted in showing it. Feeling impatient he leaned back and snapped his fingers to magic the rest of his clothing off. You couldn’t help but stare in awe, he was the perfect size and length, it was like he was crafted for you from the gods. You couldn’t wait for him to stretch your tight pussy. “Oh my, what a BIG cock you have,” playfully remembering your roll. “All the better to fuck and fill you with my dear”, Leaning back over you to give an open mouthed kiss along your jawline. Gently tugging his goatee giggling “What BIG teeth you have,” he quickly bit into your collarbone leaving a big purple blemish “All the better to mark you with.” Giving a few jerks to stimulate himself he started working on removing your corset, the tremors in his hands struggled with the hooks on the front. Feeling him paw at your breasts through the thin fabric, “What BIG hands you have”,“All the better to feel you my darling” While giving them a tight squeeze.

Growling in frustration he lost his patience, taking a firm grip on both sides he ripped your corset in half causing your tits to bounce out, your whole form becoming completely exposed for him. The sudden cold made your already budding nipples unbearably stiff. You grabbed your breasts to massage and juggle them, biting your lower lip to put on a sexy show for him. Sinister growled and took your nipples and began massaging and tugging with his thumb and index fingers. With a whisper his baritone voice leaning into your ear, “Fuck your just so beautiful….my goddess of a wife, your mine forever.” Basking in the praise letting out a pornographic moan of pleasure, your eyes began to roll back and your mouth forming an O. Chuckling at your reaction, it turned him on knowing he was the only one that got you off, "you don’t seem to be scared of your bad wolf, you should know better. You know I have a big cock to fuck you with right, thats all you want, to be devoured by the bad wolf." “Yes Mr.Wolf please fuck me, fuck me hard with your giant cock” You begged.

Hands trailing down your naked form he grabbed his cock and started to slide it between your folds, lubricating himself before he made his way into your entrance. Moaning in protest you bucked your hips up towards him, with a malicious grin on his face he was enjoying the payback. “That’s right kitten, moan for me.” He slid into your entrance painfully slow at first savoring every inch of you swallowing him whole. Wincing at the sharp pain of his thick veined cock stretching you impossibly full it felt sensational. Quickly pausing and looking with concern he cupped your face, “Im not hurting you am I my love?”, “Fuck no” you coaxed. Giving a wink he chuckled “that’s my girl” and snapped back into the moment beginning to pick up his thrusting, hips dipping and rocking back and fourth always hitting you just right. Shoulder and arm muscles tensing up in the heat of the moment he couldn’t help but stare at were your bodies joined. He loved it when your cunt swallowed him whole. The sound of smacking flesh echoing in the sanctum only encouraging him to drill harder into you.

Continuing to bottom you out he grabbed both sides of the desk for leverage and stability before he started fucking you in a pace you didn’t think was possible. He repeatedly kept hitting your sweet spot over and over causing you to see white stars and your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. Impulsively wrapping your legs around his hips, the heels helping to lock your ankles in place. “Ffffffuuuccckk.” moaning as your eyes fluttered closed. “That’s right kitten, moan for daddy”, “You feel so fucking good Stephen…so good.” Groaning at the praise he leaned over to pepper your body with kisses, never missing a thrust. Feeling your cunt stretch around him he never thought something could feel so good. Formed together your lovemaking was like heroin, one hit and you both always needed more. Keeping up the rhythm repeating his thrusts you felt your walls begin to quiver. He pulled out of you, your sopping core making a lewd popping sound causing you to stammer in protest. He walked to the big leather chair and sat down stretching his arm out to gesture his fingers in a come hither motion . “Come here my love, come fuck on daddy’s lap.”

You slid the tattered costume off your shoulders and made your way over to Sinister, swinging your legs over to straddle him. Stroking his cock he helped position himself for you, eyes fixated on your beautiful form. Grabbing his shoulders for balance you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock causing a small hiss to emanate from his mouth. “Shit kitten, your pussy is still so tight. How are you doing this to me?” “Well Doctor your not the only one with tricks up his sleeve” winking at him you felt his member twitching inside you. Whimpering in satisfaction he tilted his head down to suck on your breast that were on full display in front of him. He began with the right, biting hard enough to leave more purple blossoms on your flesh. He loved your breasts and he loved even more to mark you as his. Despite the universe being void of life, he still wanted you to have a reminder that you were his and his alone. He then preceded to suck tenderly on your nipple, tongue flicking and moving in circular motions. He continued on the other breast giving it equal amount of attention and care.

Feeling his facial hair tickle you he smirked against your chest to look up and gaze at you directly in your eyes. You felt a strange new sensation almost like and electric vibrating tingle on your nipple. He was using magic from his mouth to stimulate you. Emanating a needy moan from your lips. “Fuck baby this is new… it feels so…so fucking good” you tilted your head back and laced your fingers into his hair and began tugging in response. “Use me my pet pull my hair make me suffer for I am at your mercy, and you’ve possessed me with your witchcraft.” Obeying your husbands command you rocked back and forth on his cock, pulling tight on his hair causing his head to tilt back baring his teeth and delicious adams apple. Leaning down continuing to leave bite marks and hickies all over his neck marking him as well. “Fuck kitten” in a desperate filthy noise, “just like that please don’t stop.”

You carried on with your sensual pace and ground into him. Realizing to yourself that this was rough sex but this position wasn’t a fucking, Sinister wanted you to make love to him to savor every moan, every motion burning into his photographic memory. Feeling his pubic hair giving more friction to your clit you began to move back in forth at a more ardent pace. Sweat running down your chest’s Sinister was growling at this point and took the opportunity to lick the sweat trickling down your breast, simultaneously grabbing your hips to aid in guiding you. Scarred fingers digging into your flesh he began lifting your hips all the way up to the very tip and slam yourself back down, repeating the motion faster till you felt his cock twitch more. Rocking your hips in a circular motion rising yourself up and down, feeling every savory inch of his cock inside of you. He Stretched you out to the perfect form. “Im going to come but you will finish with me you got that,” you spoke with a heightened panting tone. “Anything for you my angel.” Eyes locked while nodding in agreement, you both were close to your climax, but you wanted to come at the same time.

Trying your best to keep up the fast motions you noticed the pace was starting to wear off. Fucking him faster like a madwoman you got this sudden possession over you. Going up and down and such a insane pace, your tits bouncing up and down once again hearing the slapping of wet flesh. Keeping the heels on came in handy after all, it helped with the anchoring of your body. “That’s right little red, come on the wolfs cock. I want your mess all over me. I am right after you.” That was enough to tip you over the edge. Keeping your eyes still locked to maintain the intimacy you gave out a screaming moan feeling your walls tighten and flutter emanating a gushing sensation to flow from your core, you squirted all over his thighs. Sinister howled with pleasure and felt his climax reach, seeing stars he leaned his head back, cum spouting thick white threads of semen into your wet heat filling you whole. “Fuck.. oh my sweet girl your so good to me taking my milk. Nobody does it better then you.” Grabbing the back of your head he gave the deepest most passionate kiss in the world that nobody can ever top.

Still feeling his semi erect shaft in you you leaned your head against his with a smile of contentment catching your breath, “that was…….amazing”, taking his hands to support your back “yes yes it was, we should do this again.” Giggling to Sinister while clinging to his chest like a koala he grabbed the red hooded cloak behind him and wrapped it around the both of you, forming a cocoon. Despite his rugged persona, Sinister always loved to extend the intimacy after sex. After all, he hasn’t had human contact in many many years. Snuggling into his chest he rested his chin on top of your head. Playing with his hair as you always did after sex or before falling asleep. It was comforting to you knowing he always made you feel safe. “I don’t deserve a wife like you. You know that right.” He confessed with a soft tone. “And I don’t know what I did for the gods to bless me with such a perfect husband. Call it destiny or fate I wouldn’t change a single thing. You always deserved me. I always deserved you. You are my home Stephen Strange.”

He hugged you tighter with the sentimental profession. You began to feel warm tears trickle on your shoulder. Stephen never showed vulnerability with the exception of you even before the incursion. You came into his world of darkness and brought light not just into his fractured world, but his heart. He never thought he would be deserving of love again but the beauty tamed the heartless beast.You became his home and his eternal hope as well, that was something he could never repay. Wiping away his tears with a thumb you gave him a deep kiss. Soft yet tenderly parting your lips your tongues danced once again. You always wanted to show him that he was safe and that he was the only thing that mattered. Keeping the red hood wrapped on he pulled out of you causing you to wince. He swooped you up bridal style and began to walk towards the door. “Where are we going?” You asked nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck with a sleepy tone. “Were taking a long lavender soaked bath, we deserve it and then I’m taking you to bed. We can worry about sleep later.” “I love that idea Stephen”, “ and I love you, I love you in every universe (y/n)…..always have and always will.”

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pandamoniumvibes-27 · 1 year

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Rainy Day

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Characters: Mona Ningguang Yae Miko

A/N: okay so I haven’t done a Genshin post in a bit but I took a break blinked and all the sudden I’m behind on all the Sumeru lore. I’m trying to do it right now but until then I can’t do anything really lore related. But it’s raining outside so I hope you like some rainy day writing!

A/N: Okay I wrote these a couple months ago and originally this was suppose to have an extra character but I couldn’t figure out what to write for them. I hope you like it!!!!!!

~~🌧️~~

Mona’s mood was already soured. Why out of all days did it have to rain today?!

She had planned to go to the Adventures Guild for some extra mora so she could eat something other than salad

Not that she didn’t love salad!

No, salad is amazing, and it saves her mora.

She could go all day having only salad!

She knows from experience…

But with the rain being non stop she came home soaked!

Not to mention her scryglass was hazy from the rain. She couldn’t even scry the stars.

Archons she could go for some soup right now.

Eating soup underneath a blanket, reading her favorite astrology books.

Instead she was cold and had only salad to eat- wait what was that smell?

Mona’s house for whatever reason was filled with the most delightful aroma and it was warmer than normal.

Almost as if someone has been cooking…

“Who’s there?! Come out and a face the wrath of the great Astrologist Mona Mag-“

“Hi Mona!”

“egi- Y/N what are you doing here!?”

“Im making soup.”

“How did you even get in?!”

“You have a spare key under the welcome mat remember? Anyways, I saw you doing commissions earlier, and thought I’ll surprise you with soup! No one likes eating cold salad on a cold day!”

Mona couldn’t help but smile. It was almost as if you had scry the stars yourself and red her destiny.

Mona however quickly gained composure.

“Well I suppose I can also use this time to finally get you to understand the difference between Astrology and Astronomy. Each time you get it wrong I’ll hit you with one of my books on the head.”

“Hey aren’t your books kinda big and all hard cover?”

“ They have a lot of knowledge. But don’t worry I won’t use my favorites they are to import to use on you.”

“ Sweet Barbatos save me!”

~~🌧️~~

The weather never really affected Ningguang’s job.

However it could serve as an annoyance.

Cargo and intel that was being shipped to Liyue Habor could be delayed.

Meetings would have to be rescheduled if they were taking place outside.

But this by far bothered her the most. Today she was supposed to have a meeting with Y/N for a picnic.

A small break from her busy schedule to spend time with the one she loves most.

She had picked out a spot away from the harbor.

Placed far from Hilichurls and slimes so they could relax in nature with each other as their company.

All plans ruined by rain.

You still manage to visit her though.

“You know Liyue Harbor is still quite beautiful even when it rains.”

“Y/N. I suppose our date will have to be rescheduled for today…”

“We could, or we can go ahead and take a walk, just the two of us. Maybe buy ourselves a nice meal~ bring it back to Jade chamber. I’ll gladly cancel my schedule if it meant u can spend more time with you.”

Ningguang chuckled to herself.

“While that’s a lovely idea we both know it’s impractical. However, I am a little bit less busy from the rain today. Would you be free for dinner?”

Y/N nod smiling.

“I’ll pay tonight!”

“No, I have more than enough mora I’ll pay.”

“No! You always do this let me treat you!”

“I have more than enough mora for the both of us, I should naturally pay for the expenses.”

“No it’s my treat!”

The only problem now was how she was gonna convince Y/N to let her pay for the bill.

~~🌧️~~

Miko had no qualms with rain. Rain was a natural part of life and nothing to get upset over.

That didn’t mean she preferred it.

Inazuma was currently facing quite the storm. Thankfully not one created by The Shogun but still a nuisance nonetheless.

Miko, along with many other shop owners had to close their shops due to the rain.

To make the day more banal the shrine was also not busy today from the weather.

Miko must admit she was a little surprised to see Y/N still came to visit her.

But Y/N didn’t need to know about that.

“Y/N, you still came all this way to visit me~ What a special day this is~”

“I’m surprised you haven’t decided to mess with one of the Shrine Maidens yet. Feeling merciful today Miko?”

Miko chuckled.

“Well that’s for you to find out~”

Miko was not in the mood to tease today surprisingly enough. Today she wanted to relax indoors and enjoy the sound of the rain on her windows.

Perhaps she could do just that.

“Are you busy?”

“No, why do you ask.”

“I need a beta-reader for some of the new books, would you mind?”

Y/N look at Miko confused but then answered.

“You know I love a good book.”

“Follow me then.”

Miko went to her private courtiers where you to took a seat in one of the two reading nooks.

“You always take that chair, what do you like it so much?”

“It’s comfy. I don’t have any new books for me to read, I hated all the new books given to me yesterday.”

“I knew it! I finished reading the latest books yesterday!”

“It seems I’ve been caught red handed~ Would you like to read a book on the shelf?”

“I’m in the middle of reading The Miraculous Adventures of the Traveler you have it?”

“I have all my best selling novels, it should be on the second shelf with the white spine. What chapter are you on?”

“I don’t know the chapter, but they just arrived in Liyue and a tour guide is helping them prepare a send off for Rex Lapis. What are you reading?”

“That book is such a good read, I’m rereading Pretty Please Kitsune Guuji?”

Miko always chuckled after saying the title.

“You just made that book to mess with The Raiden Shogun, Im sure of it.”

“I would never~”

The two made small talk as the rain made noise for a tranquil atmosphere.

Good books, good company, good atmosphere, how perfect of a day this has become.

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 9 months

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between the lines | chapter 06

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy; minors dni.

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Chapter 06 - A cold, rainy night in Stoke

Melanie is tapping her feet, her eyes narrowed, looking at me like an eagle searching for prey. We’re at a practically empty café and she’s been like this for a couple of minutes.

“Come on,” She gestures with her hands, urging me to speak up. “go on, dear.”

“I…” Looking at our long forgotten coffees at the table, I swear my hands are as cold as they look. “Can’t you just let go?”

“What? No! I know what I saw, Isabella. And I know you…” For a moment she looks offended, leaning closer to me as she says, “This isn’t about gossip, I’m just worried about you. If you tell me you already talked about it with someone else, I’ll let go.”

I haven't. And she knows. Who else would I talk about something like this? The reason this conversation is happening in the first place is because Mel knows me so well. She knew something was up for a while, but when she witnessed a brief interaction between Rúben and I yesterday, suspicious looks exchanged at inappropriate times and boom: a light bulb appeared on the top of her head. This morning she called me, asking me to meet her here and demanding an explanation.

“He’s the reason you’ve been acting so blue, is he? Tell me what happened.” Mel holds my hands.

“No…” I shake my head. “He 's not. I am. I fucked up…” I take a deep breath before dumping everything at her. “I went on a date with him a few months ago. And another few dates after that.” I pause, my hands shaking. Mel has her mouth open and I mentally thank her for having such a funny shocked face, because that actually makes me laugh and relaxes me a bit. So I continue. “We slept together. A few times… And then one day I just freaked out. I feel so silly saying this now because it’s not like I didn’t knew since day one, but…” Another big breath. “One day I just realized what it would mean to me if people ever found out. What it would mean for my career… So I just… Left. And it’s been so shitty since then.”

She’s holding my hand even tighter now.

“Do you think I’m crazy? Or stupid?” I ask her. I’ve been meaning to ask her that for a while now.

“No,” She shakes her head. “Of course not. And I could never judge you. I’m going through something similar.” I raise my brow as she speaks, now I’m the one with the funny shocked face. “Sebastian wanted us to become official. I said no.”

“What? That 's…” I hold myself back, trying not to say the word.

“Crazy! Right?” Mel winks at me and we giggle, that’s when I notice we both have been tearing up a bit. Damn. “Yeah… No, I get you.”

“Are we both stupid?” My voice is low, almost a whisper.

“Maybe? I never thought this romance thing was worth the hassle, and now I feel like I’m too old to even try.” When she says that, I try to speak up, defend her honor, but she stops me. “And don’t try to school me. You have your own stupid reasons as well.”

We’re quiet for a while after that, gaining enough courage to drink our coffees.

“Imagine what would be like making your life decisions based on what would make you happy, instead of doing what your fucked up mind think is ‘the right thing’.” I joke.

“Right, imagine. Couldn't be me.”

I feel as light as a feather after that. Humming pop songs on the way to work, cooking over complicated meals to dinner and giving up halfway through, ending up eating take out as always, you know, the dream life of a single woman who’s closer to 30 than to 18.

Until I saw him again.

At that same market, and I swear he’s wearing the same shirt. My own fault, I should’ve just stopped coming here.

“You’re staring.” He’s holding a peanut butter bottle and reading the label, doesn't even bother to look at me. It’s just us in the aisle or maybe it's because I can only pay attention to him. “Do you want a picture?” He asks, finally looking up at me. He’s surprise by my state and I notice he holds back a laugh, so I explain my self:

“It 's raining.” I point at where I think the entrance is. I’m completely soaked, came walking all the way from my apartment. Didn’t stop to think I could meet anyone important.

“It’s always raining here, don't you have an umbrella?” He looks angry and it’s my turn to hold back a laugh.

“Nope.” I shake my head.

“You could get sick.” He scolds me, so close to me and I didn’t even notice him approaching. Maybe I walked up to him.

“I’ll be fine, it’s just a minute. I just need this really specific brand of butter.” It’s so hard to get the word out with the way he’s paying attention to me. Big eyes all over my face. “It’s for a recipe.” I whisper, I can feel my cheeks burning. “So, I’m leaving now… Bye.”

He carefully holds my wrist and stops me from walking away.

“Wait, let me give you a ride home.” He repeats my gesture and points at the entrance. “It’s still raining.”

“No, don’t worry. I don’t want to mess up your car.” I run my fingers through my hair as I search for an excuse.

“I don't mind.” His hand is still on my wrist, and I feel his thumb slowly caressing me. I look down wondering if he’s doing it subconsciously. “It 's cool.” Rúben pronounces the last word carefully. “We’re cool, right?”

And that’s when I realize. He’s 100% doing it on purpose. The whole thing. Maybe it’s resentment, maybe he just enjoys taunting me. But it’s clear he’s aware of what he provokes in me. With him being so close, touching me… I’m a flustered mess that he’s enjoying watching.

I don’t have the brains to think this through, or the guts to say no to him ever again. My conversation with Melanie is still fresh in my mind. So I just nodded.

“Okay, sure. Drive me home.”

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